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Reborn

Summary: Jason did what he swore he'd never curse upon anyone. It just so happened to be you he cursed in the process.

Word Count: 2.3K

Notes: Character death, greivous injury, language. I was actually so happy writing this one, I was thinking I was going to struggle with the prompt but it actually came to me with a lot less struggle than I was expecting. I'm a big Jason girlie so maybe this had a trace of self indulgence in there.

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"Hurry the fuck up!" Jason yells at Tim, hands pressed on the centre of your chest, blood trickling through his fingers. He hates the way the warm liquid seeps into the fabric of his gloves, sticky and wet.

"I'm trying the best I can," Tim grits back out, relaying something through their coms line while he runs to your side, dropping to his knees beside your body in the car wreckage. "Holy…" he breathes out, eyes flicking over your form in concern. Your eyes are hazy and your face is ashy, paling from the blood loss.

"Jason, I don't think we-" he says, picking up one of your limp hands in his own, looking to his adoptive brother with pity.

"Shut up and do it." Jason grits back.

He wasn't going to lose you. Not like this. Not before him, not because of him.

Drop you to work, that's all he was going to do. That's all he was going to do. It was late at night, and he had patrol anyways. You were going in for a trial shift that night at the security company, something that could land you an executive manager role and get you out of that shitty job waiting tables. Something that could get both of you into a better apartment, more independent, the start of your life together. When you first started dating he was more than happy to throw Bruce's money around, the billionaire had more than he needed anyways, he wasn't going to miss it. Yet you had begun refusing after the first month, saying you wanted to be independent, and he fell in love right there.

And is this where it got you?

No. That was still all him. He had picked you up in a simple car since he was staking out some gang causing issues around West End and needed to go on stakeout. No reinforced glass, no secret bat gadget hidden in the glove compartment, just some tinted windows. So, who even saw you getting into his car? Well, what was supposed to be just dropping you at work turned into a car chase while you held onto anything you could, screaming in terror. It wasn't often that Jason would be the one getting chased, and under any other circumstances he would have thrown the car into gear and flipped the tables on them.

But you were in the car.

So, he threw it into reverse and ran as fast as he could. It had all been for vain, a burst tire and shattered windshield sent the car spinning out to a side street, flipping as it hit the curb. The screech of metal was deafening to his ears, the crunch of glass ringing out around him as the world flipped one… two…three…times.

His lungs burnt as he struggled to escape from the seatbelt, head throbbing from the collision on the dash before he looked over to you. His heart stopped in his chest, unable to even respond to the calls of Red Robin over his com link, who he had contacted the moment a gun had been fired at the two of you. "Sweetheart?" his voice cracked slightly, unable to go louder over the ball of fear in his throat. You didn’t respond as he clambered from his seat, arms coming around your back to support you and drag you from the car. he hated the way the image of you, splayed over the glass covered dash, had burnt into the deepest part of his mind. He had dragged you to the shelter of the car, blood boiling in his veins.

Anyone who had come to follow up was laid across the floor in seconds, Jason standing in front of your body like a guard dog. He blocked as much of your features as he could, taking out each gang member that came to inspect the crash with frightening efficiency. By the time Red Robin had arrived on the scene, Jason was already cradling your body in the shadow of the car, desperately trying to stop the bleeding from the bullet wound in your sternum. The bullet wound that he might as well have put there himself.

This was his fault.

"This isn't your fault, Hood." Tim says, laying his other hand on Jason's shoulder, muscled tensed and ready to snap. "None of us could have predicted-"

"Shut up and help," he hissed, fighting to stop himself from crying behind his mask. He hadn't felt this terrified since he was a kid, back in that warehouse. He was stronger than that now. Strong enough that surely, he could help you.

Jason wasn’t oblivious to the pained and pitiful look cast his way. "Hood, they're already gone." he whispers softly, hands coming down to gently cover his still compressed on your chest. Jason shakes his head. "No." he chokes out. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no."

"Yes." Tim says firmly. "I've…I've got the car. I'll bring it round before the GCPD shows. We can handle this. We can take them back to the cave, clean them up like they deserve-"

"I said No." Jason snaps, blood rushing in his ears. He knew you were gone. He could tell from the way your blood went tacky on your chest, the stream trickling into a standstill. The way your face was devoid of colour, making you look shades lighter than he knew you were. Your hands were limp, head tilted. What was the worst was the way your eyes stared up into him, glassy and fogged, as if cracking open his soul.

Why did you kill me?

Why me?

Why didn't you save me?

He knew you wanted to live, god, he knew you loved life. Loved life with him, and he loved it back in return. If only you had been given the chance he once was. "Bring the car." he chokes out, eyes burning with a fierce determination.

"What are you planning?" Tim asks, hesitant as he sees the way Jason's body is coiled, ready to strike.

"We're going to save them." He says softly, hand squeezing your lax one tightly.

God, he just hoped you weren't going to hate him.

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"So, you tracked us down to ask for our services?" Thalia scoffs, circling the two of them. "Didn't think I'd have two birds on our doorstep, didn't your mentor teach you better?" she says disdainfully, eyes raking over Tim and Jason. Jason just holds your body closer, wrapped in a white sheet and cradled in his arms. Tim shifts uncomfortably, making Thalia's eyes gleam when she detects the weakness. "Oh," she purrs, almost delighted, crowding into Tim’s space. "You're off the record."

"This doesn't involve Batman." Jason gruffly says. "This involves me. This is my request."

Thalia's eyes flick back to him, but Jason doesn't flinch. He'd dragged Tim along as an accomplice, going dark on the radar as he returned to the alps, the one place he had sworn to never return to. To do the one thing he had told himself he would never force on anyone.

But he couldn't lose you.

"So, you think you can just show back up and ask to use the pits?" She asks, eyes flicking to your form in his arms. "My, you really are as dumb as you are bold, aren't you?" She hums. Jason remains still, eyes focused on the hooded woman in front of him.

"I'll owe you a favour." he says, without a beat of hesitation.

Red Robin's eyes widen behind him, domino mask unable to hide his surprise. "Hood, are you kidding? you can't just-"

"Shut it." Jason hisses back. "This isn't your decision. This is mine, consequences included."

Tim backs down only slightly. "You know what Batman will say. We can't trust these people; they'll use that favour to burn down Gotham. Think."

Jason tries to, he really does. He tries to see the big picture, but all he can see is fragments of you and your life together that was smashed the second he put you in that passenger seat. "I am." he says softly.

He could walk away now and save Gotham for sure, or he could stay and save his world.

Thalia sidles up to him, lips pulled into a smirk, like a snake rearing its head. "I could do you a deal if that's the case." she says, eyes sparkling like emeralds. "But you have to make good on it. You of all should know how we handle broken promises in the League."

Jason considers it for a second, before steeling himself. There was no other option for him.

"You have a deal."

"I knew bringing you back would be worth it." she smiles, like a cat batting a mouse between its paws. She turns, gesturing for them to follow her with two fingers. "Come." she commands, beginning a clipping pace through the carved stone hideout. Jason follows wordlessly, and Tim soon does a moment after.

"How long have they been dead?" she calls, not even looking back.

"Less than a week." he replies almost immediately. Thalia smiles at that, dark and curious.

"Oh? Snappy, I see. Who exactly is under that blanket to make you run to this corner of the world so quickly?" she grins, stopping at the entrance of a deep set of stairs. She stalks closer, steps echoing and deliberate. With a quick motion she pulls back the sheet from your stiff corpse, eyes raking over your face.

"A lover?" she asks, eyebrows raised at the way Jason holds you closer instinctively.

"None of your business." he replies gruffly, making her roll her eyes.

"We should've taught you how to be subtle." she murmurs, beginning to descend the stairs. He follows into the darkness, shadows beginning to give way to a soft green glow, bouncing off the carved stone walls. Tim takes in the room they step in to at the bottom, a grand, ornate space, yet somehow still appearing crude. Death clings to the atmosphere, cold and uninviting.

"Hood, is this where-" he begins quietly, but Jason cuts him off.

"Yes." he says as he follows Thalia deeper, feet stopping by the edge of the glowing green pool. Panic swirls in his gut, making his senses set themselves on fire. His mind races as he tries to control his own fear, to stop the metallic taste from rising in his throat. Flashes of his own time in the pool pry themselves into the forefront of his memory, making his fists clench in your sheet. He pushes them all down, taking a deep and shaky breath.

This was for you.

"Don't forget, you owe me." Thalia warns, gaze haughty as he kneels by the pool, unwrapping you from your blanket. His heart wrenches seeing your stiff body, eyes still open as if to judge him. When he's untangled the sheet from you, he slowly begins to slip your body into the water, Tim running his hands through his hair in worry behind him.

"Jesus…" Tim breathes, anxiety radiating off him as he watches your body submerge under the green glow of the Lazarus Pit. Jason doesn't move from his kneeling position, Thalia beside him as he scans the water for a sign of life, a sign of movement. A sign of you. After a few tense moments, it happens. A hand breaks through the surface, making Tim jump. Your fingers are clawed in pain, but he chooses to focus on the way your colour returns to the digits. You appear from the pit like you're drowning, eyes rolled into the back of your head as you breach the water. Your mouth is open in a wide gasp, screaming in unmeasurable pain. His heart tears itself in two and his stomach is in knots hearing you make that kind of noise, writhing and clawing at your face.

Thalia watches you scream and double over in the pit, making a mocking pout as madness clouds your eyes. "Aww, how cute. You're just like each other, a match made in hell."

"Shit…" Tim exhales, pacing back and forwards behind him. "Batman isn't going to like this. This isn't right, this isn't right…" he mutters, panic written all over him. Jason drowns both of them out, extending his hand softly towards you, leaning precariously over the waters to gently grip your wrist and guide you his way. He could fix you. he could fix this. He could make it all better.

He guides you until you're in front of him, the familiar burning smell of the Lazarus pit stinging his nose, a smell he struggled to describe yet it haunted him on random nights. His eyes soften under the mask as he sees the panic in your eyes, the shock of coming back paired with the madness fighting to grip your mind. The sound of your cries and screams echoed around the room, a sound so full of pain and fear that he couldn't help but flinch.

He could teach you, the way he was taught. He could help you get your feet back the soft way, a way he wished he could have been offered. He'd do everything in his power to make your second chance as painless as possible. He'd nurse your mind back if that's what it needed, calm the rages late at night if you had them. He'd take you in any form you came to him, growing pains and all. He'd teach you how to live again.

He only hoped that you wouldn't hate him forever for bringing you back.

[yoitsjay]

Congratulations

Fox x gn! Reader

Summary: yay your the new supreme chancellor and everything is happy

Warnings: fuck you Palpatine, die bitch

Word count: 706

“The newly elected supreme chancellor is Sh- Y/n L/n?” The verdict had been announced throughout the senate building and even your eyes had gone wide. The Vice chair was whispering to Palpatine who looked very furious, however the votes were set, and unmodified.

“It is a unanimous vote.” The vice chair stated, and you could hear cheers from all the senators in that room. Your guard moved your platform forward as Palpatine had stepped off the center platform, glaring at you.

You glared right back as you stepped onto the main platform, grabbing hold of the microphone. You cleared your throat before speaking. “Thank you all, for your love and support this election. I didn’t even know I was running.” You joked, looking around before you looked at the vice chair. “First order of business, I want a new vice chair so voting for that can begin today. Second order of business, I am passing a bill to increase clone funding. This war must end and these brave men will be the ones to end it.” You stated, and again more cheers filled the stadium you were in.

You smiled brightly, nodding to yourself. “Oh! I also have evidence to present.” You stated, and pushed the vice chair onto the floating platform with palpatine, whistling for the guard to come surround them both. “I have been given solid evidence that shows that Sheev Palpatine is a separatist leader and Sith Lord, enemy of our Jedi friends. He has orchestrated this war, and ruined many lives to gain power.” You explained, gasps filling the senate building.

The evidence was solid, and now people were shouting in fury towards palpatine as he was dragged off by senate guards. “Sheev Palpatine and all his co conspirators in the Senate will be sentenced to death immediately.” You decreed, stepping on your moving platform as it took you back to the exit of the room.

You let out a breath of relief as you stepped out, many senators shaking your hand, thanking you and congratulating you.

You were taken to your new office, the office of the supreme chancellor. You whistled lowly as you entered, thanking your nat-born guard before sending him off. You walked to the window, watching as the news of palpatine’s execution was spread through coruscant.

Just then you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t expect any guests but opened the door anyway, eyes widening to see none other than Commander Fox. Your boyfriend.

You smile as soon as he takes off his helmet, and you're pulling him into the room and into your arms, hugging him tightly. “He’s gone baby, he won’t ever touch you or your brothers ever again.” You whispered. Fox let out a sound, almost like a whimper as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, holding you so tight like he was afraid if he let you go you’d disappear and he’d wake up in a nightmare.

You eventually pulled yourself away, cupping his face in your hands as you admired him, and the little gray streak in the hair that fell across his forehead. You sighed, pulling him into your embrace once more, pressing hisses to his jaw line.

You pulled away, leading him over to your new desk as you sat him down, allowing him to relax for a minute as you finally answered the com that had been buzzing in your pocket since Fox entered. You set it down on the desk facing you, and answered it. “Supreme Chancellor, congratulations.” Yoda spoke up with a smile, and you chuckled in response. “It is a relief knowing Palpatine can’t hurt another person.” You stated, glancing at Fox for a moment before clearing your throat.

“If possible I would like to have a meeting with the Jedi council to discuss our next steps. But from this moment forward, the Jedi order and the senate will work together as one, however your affairs stay your own after this war.” You stated. Yoda nodded in agreement before ending the transmission.

You sighed, looking at Fox with a grin. “Wanna celebrate?” You asked in a teasing tone, hearing him laugh at your words.

“I’d love nothing else sarad.”

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alexis is well dressed not for the summit, but for the special occassion that is watching her cringefail brother try to survive this mess :3

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ID in alt and below cut!! <3

[ID:

A digital drawing of my version of Alexis Solaire shown from the thighs up.

She is drawn as a thin, tall black woman. Her ears are pointed and her wide nose has multiple bumps, almost as though it had been broken multiple times. She has patchy eyebrows and red eyes with long lashes, one of which is being held shut by a deep jagged scar that reaches from her forehead, down through her left eyebrow, and to her cheek. Her dark red lips are pulled into a wide smile, exposing her fangs and her face is slightly flushed.

Her black hair is straight and she is wearing it in a sort of half-up, half-down hairstyle: it is partly in a beehive like bun with the rest falling freely down her back and fanning out in small spikes on either side of her. Her bangs are cut in a v-shape.

Alexis is wearing a dark purple, tight fitting gown with a leg slit on the right side. It is sleeveless with the fabric comming all the way up to her neck, attatched to a silver choker. Additionally she is wearing a thick white fur coat that is slipping off her left shoulder. As far as accessories go, she is wearing an array of silver rings on her fingers and some purple gem earrings. Her black nails are long and sharp.

On her head, Alexis is wearing a silver crown with three peaks that end in purple gems. It extends into silver bat wings on either side of her head with purple gems and black pearls dangleing from them. Inserted into the crown and wings are multiple purple stained glass panels.

Alexis is leaning against a table on her right side with one hand supporting her weight. In her left hand she is holding a wine glass filled with red liquid (this could be blood or wine). Her head is tilted to the side with her gaze thrown over her right shoulder.

There are white lines surrounding her outlines, indicating a light source behind her.

The background is a blurry image of a beige ball room with big arched windows in the back.

End ID.]

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RWRB Fic - Living in a Snowglobe

So guess who totally fell for Tumblr going crazy over the upcoming movie of a queer rom com book and decided to check it out, only to read the book in a to day haze and fall head first into the fandom? Real life won't let me watch the movie for a bit, but if the gifs I'm seeing are any indication, it looks like a damn good movie.

Anyways, like I said the characters hooked me enough to write for the first time in months, and for the first time in a different fandom from the one I had been writing in for a year.

Here's the fic. (Read on AO3 if you prefer)

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The only sound in the brownstone was the background music of David Bowie drifting from the record player in the second floor. The house's three occupants were piled in the third floor, David (the dog), fast asleep and snoring in his bed in the corner, while his human companions cuddled on the large windowsill at the far end of the room.

Henry sat with his back against window frame, one leg stretched as far as the hollowed out seat allowed, one pillow pressed between him and the chilled panes. His other leg bent to support Alex's back. In his arms, curled up against his chest, was the heavy weight of his beloved.

Alex was dozing, breaths slow and long, with his eyelashes fluttering at each exhale. He had Henry's left hand in his arm, clutching it like a stuffed toy, while his right arm loosely held Henry's waist.

The hand Alex had not captured was lazily caressing him, Henry running his fingers up and down the length of the sweater covered bicep, his own eyelids heavy as the past few weeks worth of activity settled into his bones.

The last 2 months had essentially consisted of Henry and Alex being boats passing each other in the night as they alternated being in the city, with Henry traveling to London at his brother's behest, and Alex went to help his dad with his campaign. And even when they were both in the same city, between Alex's classes and internship, and Henry's shelter's expansion they barely had time for anything beside curling into each other at night. More often than not, one or the other woke up alone.

Now though, with an unexpected blizzard bringing New York to a halt, Henry and Alex used it to catch up on their time spent apart. Henry had worried about these type of conditions being when his shelter would be most useful but also most vulnerable.

Alex assured him that Henry had provided enough back-up generators and other contingencies the shelter would survive through the three days the blizzard was expected to rage. They should take advantage of the time when they literally could not be forced out of the house.

Alex had braved the cold to go raid their nearby supermarket for the necessary provisions and raced home, giddy as a kid at Christmas as he told Henry about how he'd snagged all the ingredients he'd need to prepare Mexican hot chocolate. The perfect drink for this weather. 

Henry had grinned, equally affected by the infectious joy and the fondness that bloomed in his gut at getting to see Alex's happiness in person instead of through FaceTime. It had been exactly as good as Alex suggested, the taste rich and unfamiliar, but the ensuing kisses extra sweet. And now here they were, bellies warm and limbs heavy, just enjoying being next to each other.

Alex stirred,  nuzzling into Henry's collarbone as he tamped down a yawn.

Henry chuckled, rubbing his nose against Alex's curls. "Hello, love."

Alex's lips curved into a smile before he opened his eyes, "Hey."

"Hey." Henry replied softly, nudging Alex's nose with his own before tilting his head to kiss him. One became two became three became uncounted kisses. There was no hurry to it, no fiery passion driving them to go further. It was instead the warm kiss of a deeper love, one that had settled into itself, made its home. The journey and goal all in one.

Alex raised his free hand to cup Henry's jaw, and Henry used his to brush back stray curls from Alex's forehead. When they parted, it was with soft smiles and twinkling eyes.

"Hey." Henry said.

Alex bumped his forehead against Henry's. "You already said that, Wales."

"Didn't realize there was a limit." Henry murmured as he leaned forward to press kisses to Alex's eyelids, his cheeks, his chin, and when they appeared, his dimples.

"There isn't."

Alex turned, melting further into Henry's arms as he moved a bit down and pressed his back to Henry's front, legs tangling with Henry's.

Henry tucked his chin over Alex's shoulder, pressing a kiss to the back of Alex’s ear.

"Did you sleep well, my love?"

"Hmm." Alex pressed a kiss to Henry's forearm before leaning against it as he was enveloped in those arms again.

"I missed you." Alex murmured. The world just consisted of the two of them right now, there was no need to raise their voices.

Henry squeezed his arms. "I missed you so much."

"This is nice."

"If I could stay right here for the rest of my life, I'd die happy." Henry confessed.

"I don't know Henry, I can already feel my leg cramping, forever might be a bit much-" Alex cut off giggling as he grabbed at Henry's hand to stop it from poking him.

"Stop ruining my heartfelt declarations."

Alex laughed, loud and unrestrained. It made Henry's blood sing.

"I can't remember the last time the streets were so empty." Alex said once they'd settled back down.

"Hmm, might have to do with the inclement weather, darling."

Alex elbowed him for the sake of it. "Now who's being pedantic?"

"It kind of feels like we are in a snow globe." Henry said as he saw it had begun snowing again.

"It kind of feels like we are the only people in the world right now."

Henry sighed, curling over Alex more. "I'm just grateful to have you in my arms again."

"Nowhere I'd rather be sweetheart."

"I fear we might both fall asleep in here again."

"That doesn't sound too bad." Alex said, speech already slurring slightly where he was beginning to drift off again.

Henry squeezed him before pulling away, making Alex whine. "Our bodies will disagree. Come on, the bed is 15 feet that way."

Alex grumbled and tried to snuggle back into Henry, trying to pin him.

Henry managed to extricate himself though, and looked at his boyfriend, hands on hips. Alex had curled into a ball, seeking out all the spaces heated by Henry's body as he pouted. Henry fought to keep from smiling at the ridiculously adorable tableau in front of him.

Henry cleared his throat and held out a hand to Alex.

Alex raised an eyebrow.

"Alexander Claremont-Diaz, would you please join me in bed?"

Alex scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Only if you carry me."

Harry laughed. "Is that all?"

And before Alex could ask, Henry had slid an arm beneath Alex's knees, and another behind his shoulders and picked him up in a bridal carry.

Alex yelped, instinctively throwing both arms around Henry's neck. "You dick! Warn a guy next time!"

Henry was not fooled by the protest though, not when they did a poor job of distracting from the two delicious spots of red now gracing his boyfriend's cheeks. "You asked!"

Henry paused five feet from the bed. "Would you like to walk the rest of the way then?"

Alex hid his face in Henry's neck, causing his words to be muffled. "Just take me to bed, your royal cheesiness."

Henry thought his smile would split in his face as he took the last few steps to their bed and gently deposited Alex in the middle.

Alex tightened his grip around Henry's neck when he tried to move away. "Where's my kiss?"

Henry smirked. "You are such a brat."

But he kissed him. Of course he did. He could not imagine what would ever cause him to not fulfill that particular request from Alex. He never, ever, wanted to find out. Alex's hands drifted the length of Henry's torso, landing at the hem of his cardigan to begin to tug it up.

Henry placed his hands over Alex's. "Give me two minutes love."

Alex whined. "Why?"

Henry kissed his cheek. "Let me just turn off the lights and make sure everything is locked."

"Henry." Alex dragged out the last syllable as his boyfriend slipped from his grasp and his reach.

"Two minutes. Time me. Get undressed, I'll be right back."

Alex sighed in defeat as Henry vanished from the room. He turned his head toward the bay windows where they'd been sitting. He could make out the light snow fall coming down. He was fairly confident he would wake up to a city blanketed in white tomorrow.

Oh well. He would get to spend the day in, with the love of his life.

Alex closed his eyes, hearing the sound of Henry moving around the house.

He smiled and moved to take off his sweater.

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Thank you for reading! If you liked it, please let me know what you thought!

[crashpit]

in 5th grade my friend and I had websites on a site maker thing called yolasite. also we had like major beef on this girl named Aubrey bc she was always snitching on us and getting us in trouble for random things. anyways, one day my friend was at my house and we were in the computer room on our home PC which was windows 2000 in the year 2009 if that adds any flavor to this. my friend suggested we make our own website, one called aubreyhaters .yolasite .com but we had to make it on my account because her parents would be mad if they found out. I thought this was reasonable, as her parents scared the living shit out of me too. we made the site detailing all the little things we hated about her (she lied about befriending Justin Bieber, lied about being related to the Jonas Brothers, was mean, etc.) alongside poorly drawn mspaint imagery (stick figures).

I didn't think about this until the next day at school during lunch, my friend and I were sitting at the table and Aubrey was at the same table too so my friend gets her attention and she's like "hey Aubrey! I found a crazy website you should look up. it's literally called aubreyhaters .yolasite .com. I swear it's real!! look it up!!!" and then my heart sank. I felt so incredibly numb with anxiety like my whole body was liquified into a puddle then and there.

so the next day at lunch Aubrey comes and tells us that she found the website and she's gonna tell EVERYONE in school including the principal. she was determined to find the creators of the site. so anyways I am fucking horrified to go to school for days on end I mean it felt like months but it may have been moreso a week or two of the school trying really hard to figure out wtf this site was and who made it. at the time, there wasn't much knowledge on tracking things down to IP addresses especially in a small school where there wasn't any protocol for this sort of situation yet. when it became known that the school was investigating that was when I went and permanently deleted the site and prayed to myself that nothing would happen.

well, one day they came to our classroom, deciding it had to be one of us as this was the same class Aubrey was in. they gave a long lecture on cyberbulling, which they had described as a crazy and new, never before seen phenomenon where kids could, omg, bully each other online. who knew that could happen. so what happens next in this situation is that they come to the conclusion my friend might have made this account, considering history between her and Aubrey. they take her out to the hall to have a conversation. she comes back crying. the principal comes up to me with this look like "you're in huge trouble" and pulls me immediately to the principals office. hes like "you friend told me YOU came up with this website and it was all YOUR idea and your friend there? you were trying to frame this on her and you're lucky you have no history of being in trouble for anything otherwise you would be in much worse trouble." basically I clammed up couldn't say a word just sobbing profusely for the whole thing and he felt bad probably so gave me a slap on the wrist at most. still, this is one of my most traumatic memories of my childhood I can remember.

in retrospect, I don't feel bad about making aubreyhaters bc Aubrey in the year 2025 is uh... well at one point she was a security guard or something and acted like she was a fully fledged police officer online to the point where I genuinely thought she was a cop until someone told me she wasn't even a real cop just a security guard who's pretending to be a cop online. before that she joined the military and then got dishonorably discharged and lied about that whole situation saying she left bc she hurt herself but that's not what happened. well that isn't exactly the most recent fuckery on her part she's also like.. got Israeli citizenship and fullheartedly is supporting Israel and yea I do not feel bad about cyberbulling her in 2009. it was not even real cyberbulling we were spitting straight facts about how she was a lier in regards to Justin Bieber and The Jonas Brothers. reasonably I avoid her and a lot of people I went to school with like the plague :/

what's the most demented thing you guys got in trouble for in school mine was when an english boy in my class made fun of my name and called my mum a (derogatory word for irish travellers) so i told him my ira uncle was in town and was coming to blow him up after school

[maleexperience-blog]

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I met someone. A guy. I am in an open relationship with my primary partner. But I met someone. Ten years ago--probably even five years ago--I would have called them "feelings" that I had and meant every Drew Barrymore romantic-comedy sense of the heteroperformative word. I only met him about a week and a half ago as I was getting into my car at the gym. My driver's side door was blocked by another car, so I hopped in--almost playfully--through my passenger door. Tossed my bag in, curled up into a ball, and hopped into the driver's seat. Before this though, I noticed this rugged handsome face in the Bronco next to my passenger side. He looked up. I didn't think much of it until after I was nestled into my driver's seat. I had to sit and eat my starbucks sandwich and wait for my boyfriend to call me back anyway, so I chilled. I noticed him peering over a bit. We made eye contact a few times. I just assumed we were cruising. I wasn't really in the mood but "let's see what this guy's about." Was my ego needing a stroke? Probably. Some muscle head's checking me out; I'm going for it. Who cares where it goes.

My boyfriend finally calls. I'm almost done with my sandwich. Me and the dude keep exchanging some quick glances. I go for it: I unroll my passenger window and signal for him to unroll his. He smiles. His eyes light up. We strike up a conversation about lifting weights, that he's new in town, that I used to lift weights elsewhere...just light pleasant banter. It felt organic and comfortable. He gets out of his vehicle, and we shake hands through my car window. We exchange numbers. "That was fun," I think. I just treated it as a nice warm convo at the time; I really wasn't thinking about further exchanges.

He text me within a few minutes. "That's what I'm talking about. organic, authentic conversation." And I think he sent me a bicep flex emoji. Exactly. My. Language. "I think this dude gets me."

(For those wondering...no I never had the thought of leaving my partner. For all of what I'm trying to figure out what this "is," leaving my partner and setting up some new fling with Bronco man, with certainty it is not.)

In the last twelve days of knowing him, somehow I feel like I know him already. No, I don't mean that in some rom-com sense or some spiritual plane experience. I literally mean, I've experienced this person, these traits, this relationship before. He is my brother.

I can explain more details later, but essentially my experience with him thus far lends support to my feeling, that over the many many years I have interacted with men, experienced "gayness" and where I fit (or do not fit) with it, fallen in and out of various versions of "love," and failed at dare I say, all of them... I've essentially been replacing nuanced relationships with men and seeking closeness with the masculine spirit, with a default of "romance" and western heteroperformative-style relationships, that "feelings" word I used earlier. It's vague and elusive, and loaded with connotations, stereotypes, and meaning, and *yet* fails to explain what I feel, what I need, or what I intend.

What does this have to do with my brother? My brother and I, on our own, were best friends from childhood. We laughed and fought and talked. But, when he got around friends, I was suddenly not good enough. He'd lose all sense of--what I'd call now--integrity. I called him a hypocrite a lot growing up. It felt like he had something to lose by openly enjoying our relationship as brothers, as best friends. And so, in one of many follies and instances of neglect, I learned to hate myself and put pieces of myself away, to keep that relationship stable, especially as my brother (who was older) approached high school. I love my brother. I know he has pain of his own from our family of origin, and we just dealt with it much differently. I sought safety in authenticity (and experienced the opposite of it frequently in the form rejection); he sought it in belonging and being liked (and actually succeeded at it quite well). I am painfully seeing through my interactions with...we'll call him "Mark"...that I haven't forgiven him for choosing popularity over our friendship, and perhaps more importantly, how far I've run from pieces of myself, the pieces I always claimed were obliterated and blown apart and scattered to unknown places, pieces that I only felt when I was dangerously and fearfully close to them...all along they weren't scattered at all.

I want to forgive my brother, just as I want to forgive Mark. But doing so means I have to let go of this "thing" I've become so toxically attached too--being liked, being masculine, being muscular, being respected by many. It's been a constant conflict, wanting to marry authenticity with being liked and respected as a man. It truly is a fragile space to be in. Disentanglement doesn't come easy. I'm not suggesting I cannot be friends with Mark, or that I can't have a good relationship with my brother, though rejection sure feels heavy. It feels anxiety-ridden, firstly. It also feels empty, empty in a way that says "if he is gone you will fall." I remind myself, that I have survived long enough without this type of relationship, however much I wanted to fearlessly explore it; so that emptiness is not rational.

In twelve short days, I've gone from familiar but confusing "feelings" for Mark, to straight-up confusion, to domination-submission exploration, to still not knowing exactly what word could even be used to describe our relationship (men are not allowed nuance to have such words), to seeing painful and uncomfortable parallels that I've never had space to face without having to pay for it with abandonment and embarrassment. I'm thankful to Mark for giving me that space. I think he's awesome and patient and thoughtful for even giving me space to truly spill my experiences and reflections about our relationship onto him, and to share his own painful experiences back to me. He admittedly is also painfully confused about what exactly it is he wants, or how to find it, which creates pain and confusion for me.

I think what's also become painfully apparent about our relationship, is that he wants the same. That is not painful of itself; what is painful, is that I may not be able to safely give that to him. How ironic: just last week I was explaining to him how much I valued the space he had offered me, and asked for patience as I worked to understand our relationship, and how I saw him as the older brother I never had. God, it seems to all be right in front of me??

Whereas I once saw Mark as some fantastical Alpha Male, "top of the totem pole" I told him once, Mark and I actually aren't different, because he wants space, he wants freedom, he wants comfort and safety. I found it out in an intense way today after we actually fought at the gym while working out. I pushed him to a place and he shut down, he walked--nearly ran--away from me , in the most literal sense physically and emotionally. I think back to that day he first made eye contact with me from his Bronco. They were not the eyes of a man (not intended to be an insult, btw) but it was the eyes of a boy asking to be accepted? Or maybe to be told it's okay. I don't know; they definitely were not the eyes of a man cruising, though. Maybe I'm projecting my own onto him. I can never be sure unless he says it. He may not be ready for that conversation. Admittedly, it may not even "be" there for him to explore. After this week, our relationship may be over. I'm okay with that...not in a dismissive stoic sense, but in a way that I am confidently and assuredly grateful already for knowing him. I got a lot out of our conversations and time together. I do not want to hurt him by omitting his needs, either.

I feel we men are doomed to fail this game, always, because we are constantly waiting for another man with a full cup, and pretending the whole time our cup is full already to give to someone else. And so we fail, we hurt, and we spread our pain. It keeps us apart and emotionally alone.

Forgive my grammar. Forgive my lack of flow and linearity. It's 1 am and I have been crying listening to the opening them to Attack on Titan season 3...a piece that makes me think of chasing chaos while hoping for peace.

[tsu-kitty]

𝒷𝓁𝓸𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓮𝒶𝓇𝓉 ❦︎ 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓸𝓃𝓮

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 › 1.1k

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 › tsukishima x reader, fem!reader, tall!reader cause she’s a middle-blocker!reader, tsuki is only a little bit of a meanie, reader is a nervous clutz be nice to her it's the law, kinda slowburn-ish, fluff.

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 › you're a clumsy middle blocker and tsukishima is a coordinated middle blocker who seems to always be there to save you. after quite literally running into tsukishima on your first day of school, a crush slowly starts to develop.

♡ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 › this is a series based on this tsuki imagine i wrote.

Karasuno High School was significantly bigger than your elementary and middle school, so you weren't surprised when you immediately got lost on your way to class from the bathroom. 

You had barely managed to find your way to the bathroom in the first place.

Eyes downcast, flicking over the map you were provided at the entrance ceremony, you rounded what you hoped was the right corner. Although, navigation had never been your strength. You shouldn't have been surprised when you walked into something. Or rather, someone.

Whilst they merely stumbled, you lost your footing completely and fell back onto the cold, hard floor. Embarrassment twisted your insides. Just your luck. Your first day of high school and you were already making a fool of yourself.

“Ow,” you groaned, pushing yourself upright.

“Sorry,” said a deep, flat voice.

Raising your head, you felt the world around you slow like a rom-com movie scene. A tall, pale boy stood above you, offering out a slender hand. The sunlight streaming through the hallway windows haloed behind his head, illuminating his short blonde hair. He wore black rimmed glasses over a pair of gorgeous amber eyes that met yours unflinchingly.

You reached out your hand, placing it in his, which was smooth and warm and much bigger than yours. It sent a wave of goosebumps up your arm. 

As you stood up, you stared awestruck at the boy, wondering if the gods had suddenly taken you in their favour. But then, the boy opened his mouth.

“You should really watch where you're going,” he said flatly, almost meanly.

Reality slapped you in the face. “Oh.” Of course, how could you have been so foolish. The gods were just looking for amusement in the form of your suffering.

The boy raised an expectant blonde eyebrow at you.

“Sorry,” you said, bowing your head.

“Yeah,” the boy replied. He stepped around you and disappeared up the hall.

Of course the first cute boy you met in high school had the personality of a lemon.

The second of your run-ins with Tsukishima was the very next day when you realised you were in the same class as him.

Having chosen to sit at the front of the class on the first day, you didn't get much opportunity to get to familiarise yourself with the faces of your classmates. But today, your teacher wanted everyone to get to know each other in a “game” that functioned similarly to speed dating.

So here you were, sliding into a seat across from the boy you met the day prior. He sported perhaps the most uninterested expression known to man. One hand laid on the desk, the other supported his head as he monotonously recited the answers to the questions on the “Get To Know Your Classmate” form Miss Honda had handed out.

“Tsukishima Kei. Amemaru Middle. Volleyball club. One brother. No pets.”

You blinked, stunned by his bluntness. You were supposed to ask him one question at a time. And he would answer one question at a time. But sure, whatever works.

“Okay.” You jotted down his answers then folded your hands in your lap.

He watched you with a blank expression.

“Well, my name is Y/N. I went to Chidoriyama Junior High. I also want to join volleyball club, the girls team though, obviously. I have no siblings, but one cat.”

“Cool…” Tsukishima deadpanned. He didn't even look at his pen, casting his gaze to sky beyond the window pane instead.

There was still three minutes until the next rotation.

“So…” you started. “Did you want to ask any more questions?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want me to ask you anything?”

“Not really.”

“Oh.” You chuckled nervously. This guy was something else. Another minute passed in silence, Tsukishima looking out the window, you staring down at your form. Then something unexpected happened.

“What position do you play?” Tsukishima asked. He was still facing the window, but his eyes were on you.

You jumped at his sudden question. “Middle blocker. You?”

“The same.” 

“That's cool.”

“Not really,” Tsukishima said, as flat and dead as always. 

“Oh.”

The bell chimed to signal lunch and the end of your conversation with Tsukishima. 

You and Tsukishima didn’t speak again until the day after the Interhigh Tournament, when you were both assigned to clean the classroom at the end of the day.

“I saw you play yesterday,” you said as you began wiping down the chalkboard..

“Oh, yeah?” he replied with all the enthusiasm of small child being passed a plate of bell peppers. He was sweeping the floor somewhere out of your vision.

“Yeah. My team lost the first round, so we’d figured we’d watch you guys.” Your ears tingled with shame. It hurt to confess your team’s loss to him when his team was doing so well. Especially when the two of you played the same position. Would he judge you for this? Whether he did or not shouldn’t have concerned you as much as it did, it’s not like you were friends, or even friends of friends. It was one of your worst traits, though: the constant desire to impress. Your heart craved the word “well done”, or “congratulations”, or “I’m proud of you”.

Trying to conceal your embarrassment, you continued talking. “Anyway, it was a great game to watch. That little guy with the orange hair has a crazy high jump, I’m kind of jealous. When the libero saved the ball with his foot? Wow! I was so impressed. And the other team was so tall. I mean, I’m pretty tall for a girl, but those guys are like giants.” And yet, despite being taller than average, you still couldn’t reach the top of the blackboard. How did the teacher even manage to get chalk up there? “Oh, but you were great, too! Your block’s are awesome and—”

A large, slender hand was on yours. You eyes followed the line of the fair-skinned arm up to the owner. Tsukishima was staring at you, face void of expression. He was maybe four or so inches taller than you, which isn’t all that much when you really thought about it, but his presence at your side made you feel like a garden gnome. And his eyes, never ones to reveal his inner emotions, were so bright and intense it made your bones melt. How could such an expressionless face look so beautiful?

“You’re rambling,” Tsukishima said flatly.

You swallowed. “I-I’m sorry.”

He slid the duster out of your hand. “I’ll do this. You sweep.”

“Okay,” you said softly, turning away from him before he could see the blush sprouting on your cheeks. 

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit…

[steffanrogg]

How To Set Up Brother HL-2270dw Wireless Printer On Windows, Mac & iPhone

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How To Set Up Brother Wireless Printer HL 2270DW on Windows?

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First of all, power on your Brother printer, and make sure that all its wires are connected.

Then on the Brother printer Control Panel press the Menu button.

Then navigate to Network and select the WLAN button.

After that, click on the setup wizard and power on the WLAN option.    

After you have powered on the WLAN option, you will see a list of WiFi network connections displayed on the screen.

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In Settings, click on the WLAN option and go to the setup wizard option.

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Click on the wireless setup and register your Brother printer.

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Final Words

Moving toward the end of the blog, in this blog, we have discussed step by step how to set up the Brother HL-2270dw wireless printer with different devices. You can follow the method depending on which device you’re using to set up your Brother printer. We hope we have solved all your queries on this blog; for more such blogs, stay connected with your blog page.  

Frequently Asked Questions

How To Connect Brother HL2270dw with a wireless network?

Follow the following steps to configure the wireless settings:

First of all, place your Brother machine within the range of your AOSS or WPS access point router.

Ensure that you’re plugged into your power cable.  

After that, power on your Brother printer and wait until your Brother printer comes in a ready state.    

Then press and hold the AOSS or WPS button on the WLAN router/ access point router for a couple of seconds.  

And finally, your Brother printer is successfully connected wirelessly to your WiFi network.  

Why Am I Not Able To Connect My Brother Printer With My Computer Wirelessly?

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When the WiFi strength is weak.

Because of software-related issues like outdated drivers or firmware.

Or maybe because of the incorrect WiFi network settings.  

What Happens When We Press WPS Button On The WiFi router?

The WPS button on the printer is used to simplify the WiFi connecting process for you. When you press the WPS button to enable the discovery of new devices and select the device and your network settings. It makes the device automatically connected to the wireless network without needing you to enter your network password physically.    

How Do I Make My Computer recognize Brother Printer?

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How Do I Make My Brother Printer To Print On My Network?

Follow the following instructions to let your Brother print on your network:

Click on the ‘+’ key until you see the Menu information.  

Then click on the SET key and use the ‘+’ or ‘–’ keys until you see the Information Print settings.

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Three Loves

Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader / Bob Floyd x reader / Bradley Bradshaw x reader

Synopsis: You had three loves throughout your life. Each taught you something different and each made your love grow. Warnings: mentions of cheating, character death, grief, losing a spouse.

Thank you @callsign-phoenix for proofreading.

You had been in love with Jake Seresin for as long as you could remember. He was your first love and he was charming and effortlessly handsome, as he always had been. He’d worked on your father's ranch being a few years older than you and you remembered all those summer evenings when he’d sit playing his guitar for you as the sunset. It was magical, like something from a rom-com film. He’d flirt with you causing a permanent blush to adorn your face and your eyes sparkled as you listened to him, hanging on his every word. Jake Seresin had been your first love and he had broken your heart effortlessly, leaving it battered and bruised. You felt like you were mourning, watching as his truck drove into the distance. Why did it hurt so much?

It was New Year's Eve and you were anxiously waiting for guests to arrive. You’d been sitting by the window for the last hour, waiting for the all too familiar truck to come racing down the dirt track. Your heart fluttered as you saw it, drawing up next to the house. Jake jumped out the driver's side in a smart white shirt and jeans, his signature cowboy hat balanced on his head. He greeted you with a soft kiss on your cheek before following you down the hall to the kitchen. You offered him a beer which he took gratefully, the smile never leaving his face.

You spent the whole evening chatting and dancing, Jake whispering soft nothing into your ear with your bodies pressed close together, swaying to the music. The night was perfect and Jake couldn’t have been more of a gentleman. You were so excited for the new year countdown, you were sure Jake would kiss you at midnight and you eagerly watched the hours count down. It was two minutes to midnight when your brother asked you to help him with some drinks. You placed a gentle kiss on Jake's cheek and promised you’d be back in time for the countdown. You grabbed the drinks quickly, balancing them on the tray and following your friend back to the living room. The clock chimed midnight as you entered and your eyes raked over the dancing bodies, searching for your blond-haired cowboy. What you saw simultaneously broke you and filled you with uncontrollable rage. Jake was leaning against the wall with an attractive woman pressed against him, his lips connecting to hers in a passionate kiss. You’d seen her around before but you couldn’t say you knew her. The drinks balanced haphazardly on your tray as you watched in horror, his hand trailing up her thigh as she raked her fingers through his hair. You couldn’t take it, you turned and retreated to the comfort of your bedroom, crying yourself to sleep under the covers.

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Bob Floyd was your second love. He was the love that brought you back to life and made you feel as if you could conquer the world. He supported you in everything you did and in return you supported him. You were a team. With Bob, you never had the fear of being alone. You’d met him shortly after he graduated from the Naval Academy and you’d fallen for each other fast. Within 6 months you were living together and within the year you were engaged. But things with Bob never felt rushed, everything you did together came naturally and in its own time. Bob loved you more than anything else, he respected and trusted you and you loved him for it. Within two years of being together, you had gotten married. The ceremony was perfect, simple and elegant with just family and a few friends. You were close to Bob’s pilot, Natasha, and she had been your one and only bridesmaid. You couldn’t have asked for anything more. You were finally getting your happy ending, the man of your dreams. But life likes to throw a curveball and the plans you had created with Bob weren’t meant to be.

The mission had been a success, the target was destroyed and all the planes were heading back to the carrier when the bandits appeared out of nowhere. Phoenix and Bob were out of flares and their wingman was preoccupied with bandits of their own. Natasha tried to dodge the bullets and missiles but they were hit. The right engine was on fire and the plane went into hydraulic failure, warning lights flashed everywhere as the plane lost altitude and plummeted towards the sea. Natasha had explained that Bob’s ejection handle had gotten stuck but she managed to drag him out of the sinking plane. Bob had a large chunk of shrapnel embedded in his leg. From what Natasha had told you it had hit the artery and Bob had bled out in a matter of minutes, cradled in her arms as they floated aimlessly, waiting to be rescued. The last thing Bob had said was your name and that broke your heart even more. Bob had been your rock through everything and now he was gone.

After the funeral you barely left the house, choosing to stay in the safety of your own home with the curtains drawn rather than to face the outside world without your husband. What made matters worse was that after Bob left for the mission you’d found out you were pregnant. Bob had desperately wanted to be a father and you were so excited to tell him when he came home. But your Bob never came home. The body inside the metal box wasn’t your Bob anymore, your Bob was so full of life and love. It seemed an unfitting end for such a man.

After losing Bob you had sworn you would never love again, sworn you would never betray your husband and you didn’t, you raised your little boy as a single mother with the support of your and Bob’s family. You worked part-time and spent the rest of the time with your son, teaching him all the things he would need to know and especially about his father and what a great man he had been. You would often catch your little boy, Robert, staring at pictures of Bob and you’d once caught him chatting away to his father's picture after a rough day at school. It broke your heart but it also made you smile, you knew you would never lose your love for Bob, especially when you had a little piece of him here with you.

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Bradley Bradshaw had been your third and final love. He’d come into your life without warning or reason but he just felt utterly right, like he was the one you had been waiting for all along after Bob. He’d fallen first and he’d fallen hard but you couldn’t let yourself be hurt again so you kept away, always keeping him at arm's length. You’d met him through your friend, Natasha who you’d always kept in contact with even after losing Bob. You had a rare evening off with your son at his grandparent's house and you’d decided to join Nat at the bar with some of her friends. The evening had been going well and it was nice to be out again with people your own age. Being a single mother had been hard on you and although you’d loved every minute of raising your little boy it was nice to let your hair down for a bit. Bradley had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, strolling into the bar like he owned the place. He’d greeted Nat with a hug and a large smile before turning to you. As your eyes locked you felt something change within you. It was like after Bob had died your heart had stopped, it had stayed silent and dormant and Bradley sent a spark through it, waking it up. You had been so unsure, but the more you had gotten to know Bradley you realised that couldn’t deny the feelings you had for him. He brightened up your day and caused you to feel things you hadn’t felt in so long you’d almost forgotten you could feel them. He was amazing with Robert too and had stepped up to the role of a father without even questioning it. He understood and told Robert often that he could never replace his father but he wanted to be there for you both and he always was. You were frightened for Bradley of course, being on the same career path as Bob. You understood the risks every time he was deployed and you couldn’t help the gut-wrenching feeling as you watched him drive off to the base, never knowing if you would see him again. But as promised Bradley always came home to you.

After being together for 2 years, Bradley proposed on New Year’s Eve. You’d never really liked New Year ever since Jake, you avoided celebrating it even with Bob but Bradley had been invited to a party and he’d begged you to go with him. You’d felt uneasy all evening, there was something off with Bradley and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. As midnight drew closer and closer you began to panic. What if it all happened again? What if it was history repeating itself? When the clock chimed you closed your eyes, begging for it to be over when you felt a tug on your sleeve.

“Baby?” You turned to see Bradley knelt beside you, his hand extended towards you presenting a beautiful diamond ring. You stared at him utterly shocked. Bradley wanted to marry you. He’d had a whole speech planned but you’d barely let him speak before saying yes, kneeling in front of him and placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Yes.”

Bradley Bradshaw was your unconditional love and he marked the beginning of your new forever. You would never forget your previous loves and what they had taught you. Loving Jake had made you strong and you taught yourself how to move on. Bob had taught you to embrace life to the fullest and to embrace each day. Bradley taught you that it was ok to be vulnerable and to rely on others and it didn’t make you weak. So for all the pain that you had been through you never regretted your three loves, they made you what you are and you loved them for it.

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[bonniebird]

Daisy Johnson x Fem!Parker!Reader

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“Peter!” You shouted as you hurried into the collapsing building. You’d managed to sneak past the police and emergency services that had gathered outside. You’d been away on a mission for Coulson. You’d promised May that you’d be home in time to celebrate whatever college that Peter got into.

“Aunt May?” You heard quietly from among the debris. Hurrying through you froze. Peter was sobbing you couldn’t see who he was leaning over but you knew. It makes your legs weak.

“P-Peter what happened?” You said quietly. There wasn’t an answer that you wanted to hear. Unless he told you it was all a prank. But there was no way that was the case. Putting your hand on his shoulder you did your best not to look at your aunt. You wanted to remember her with Happy, smiling and talking to you over the coms and the big screen that Melinda had arranged to set up for you.

“This is my fault.” Peter said quietly as you put a hand on his shoulder.

“Peter! This couldn't possibly be your fault.” You insisted. He let you pull him away as people started to enter the building.

“It. It’s my fault you’re a superhero. My fault you have to go away. My fault all of them were here.” He said quietly. 

“Ok. Maybe I got superpowers because you stole a spider and it but me. But I chose to be what I am. That wasn’t on you and I’m only away so much because… I work for Phil Coulson.” You confessed. His eyes went wide as the two of you reached up and swung towards an open window.

“You work for Phil Coulson!” Peter gasped.

“Yeah. What did you think was doing all that web-slinging around the world?” You said with a smile. Then you felt immediately guilty for smiling. May wouldn’t smile again.

“Ned thought that it was probably me in my sleep.” He smiled and chuckled a little. Then his smile slid from his face and you saw the same haunting guilt on his face that you’d felt. Reaching over you kissed the top of your brother's head.

“Let’s go find your friends. They’re probably worried. I’ll… see if Coulson can spare anyone to help catch these bad guys. Then I’ll come back and help you ok?” You tried to look encouraging but your face simply twisted with an odd pained expression.

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“(Y/N). You have to talk to me.” Daisy insisted as you stormed away.

“Talk about what? My brother is out there defending his city alone. Coulson wants me to abandon him and just let him figure it out.” You were shaking with rage. You’d promised Peter that you’d go back and help him.

“I know that. But you’re angry. The last time you were this mad you hurt someone. You were torn up about it.” Daisy spoke with a calm voice and you sighed.

“You’re not stopping me, Daisy!” You snapped as she tried to position herself between you and the door.

“Yeah I  know I can’t. You can crawl across the ceiling and escape out the window or whatever. But you need to listen to me and calm down before you do something rash.” She was starting to get nervous that you’d fly off the handle and you could hear it in her tone.

“I’m not standing on the sidelines. If you think I would do something like that after marrying me. Then you clearly don’t know me as well as you thought.” Before Daisy could react you’d used a web-slinger to attach her to the wall and move her out of your way.

You tried to track Peter down all night but when you saw on the news, in a TV show store you passed by, that the new statue being built was knocked down you headed that way and found your brother in the middle of a fight.

“Need a hand?” You asked as you swung into the mix. There was a fight going on around you and you didn’t have time to really take in what was happening as you tried to catch debris from falling down onto Ned and Michel down below you.

“Who’re you?” You got in response as a brown-haired man pulled off his mask.

“Who’re you? You’re not my brother!” You said, hanging upside down from a web as you narrowed your eyes behind your mask.

“I’m Peter Parker. He’s also Peter Parker… Are you? Peter. Too?” He asked. He had gestured at an older man who waved at you and smiled awkwardly. You gave him a small wave back and flipped down, landing neatly.

“Wow. So Peter really… three Peter Parkers. I thought that one brother was bad enough.” You muttered and looked around for your brother.

“Brother? You’re Peter’s sister?” The older Peter asked.

“Yes. Where is he?” You asked. They looked around and the younger of the two pointed out, over at the collapsed statue and you could make out his figure swinging into a protective attack stance.

“We should get over there and stop him.” He said quickly. You moved before they did, swinging round to land perfectly in front of your Peter as he crouched. Melinda had spent hours with you and Daisy helping you hone your powers to be deadly accurate.

“I’ve got this. Norman killed May. He’s mine.” Peter said viciously. You’d never heard his voice so tainted with hate and resentment.

“No. This one is on me.” You answered. Norman laughed and leaned back so far you were surprised he hadn’t fallen over.

“The Parker family fighting over who gets to kill me. How heartwarming.” Norman drawled out. The memory of May smiling as she blew you kisses and excitedly told you the next time she checked in she’d tell you if Peter got into college. You’d been late getting home. You’d waited for Daisy to finish her mission. It felt like you’d chosen her over your aunt. Flinging your arm out you found yourself suddenly knocked sideways, Peter had been focused and managed to simply have himself blustered sideways.

“Actually, it’s the Parker-Johnson family. And We’re not fighting over who gets to kill you. We’re just having a family discussion about who gets to be the one to know you out and drag you into whatever prison you should be in and rot.” Daisy said as she raised her hand at Norman.

“Who is this?” Norman said. His voice was unpleasant and he let out another chuckle.

“That’s my wife! I wouldn’t piss her off if I were you.” You said firmly as you got up and into position.

“My advice would be to surrender.” Melinda said. You saw out of the corner of your eye that Peter jumped a little. She was rather good at sneaking up on you. Though you were used to it. “We have you surrounded.” 

Melinda said nothing as you stood down and hurried to Peter. He hugged you and watched over your shoulder, squished up against you like he’d be stuck to your side forever. Daisy and Melinda caught Norman as you held onto him.

“I need to go and speak to Dr Strange.” Peter said eventually.

“We have doctors. You could come with me and Daisy. Stay on the Z1 with us?” You asked. He shook his head and pulled away.

“I have some stuff I have to fix. Also, he’s not a Dr. Dr. Well… he might be I should ask. He’s a wizard… warlock? He does magic. He did magic in space.” He trailed off and shook his head. “I just asked him to do something for me that I should fix.”

“Do you need some help?” You asked.

“No. I broke it, I should fix it.” Peter muttered. You squeezed him tightly before letting go.

“I have to finish a mission we were working on. Some symbiote drama in a multiversal rift. I’ll be off earth for maybe four days. Well. Off universe I guess. But Happy will look after you right and I’ll talk to Coulson. I’ll work from home or in the city. I’ll find an apartment, maybe near your college?” You gave him a hopeful smile and there was something deep in his eyes that worried you but he cracked a small smile.

“I’ll see you in a few days. Happy will sort everything for May and… everything will be fixed.” He looked uncomfortable and you were certain that he might be lying. You weren’t sure that you should leave him. You wanted to stay behind but you were so close to wrapping up your mission.

“I can stay.” You offered.

“No! It’d be better if you were, out there. To finish the mission. I understand, you’ll be back soon right?” He said quickly. You nodded and reluctantly left him. Coulson agreed as soon as you saw him that he would allow you to retire from missions with him early. After this last one. As the Z1 took off, with Simmons worrying about the upgrades and whether they would hold with the jump to another universe something happened. A ripple. It hit the ship and all the alarms went off.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“Everything’s going bonkers!” Simmons said as she and Fitz hurried around you.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Daisy insisted. She hurried off as you gripped onto the wall of the hallway you were in. Closing your eyes you wished more than anything you’d stayed with Peter. As you closed your eyes your senses took over and you were certain that some sort of powerful force had vibrated past you and changed something. Though you couldn't figure out what.

Daisy tags:

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[wn1ven]

# ONCE AGAIN . . l.heeseung x female reader

sfw

WARNINGS :: not proof read. (lmk if u feel like something needs to be put tho)

GENRE :: fluff, childhood friends to lovers

SYPNOSIS :: nothing just y/n being whipped for heeseung

SONG RECOMMENDATION :: Once again - Ningning and Winter

if someone ever decided to tell your old self that you'd be laying on the couch with the most perfect lover, sticking your arm onto his waist for support because of the fact that there's two people laying side by side on a couch made for one person to lay down on, while telling each other words of love with heart eyes, you'd laugh in their face and reply "as if".

it's true you always did consider yourself an anti romantic, the rom com dramas never made a single butterfly to erupt in your stomach when an intimate scene came, you almost never had crushes, hell you doubted you even had something heart shaped in your entire room.

and in most movies, that's when the love of your life enters and makes you fall head over heels for him,

but what if that love of your life was in your life since your first word? and that he'd seen you at your worsts and your bests.

when you were sobbing after watching a puppy die in a movie, he saw. when you were jumping around the house after the news of your dad coming home in two weeks after staying out of country for almost 2 years because of work, he saw. when you broke your ankle trying to ice skate with your brother, he saw.

and now you were with that same 'he', laying on the couch, his hand moving up and down on your back, in contrast to your cold, almost lifeless ones as the sun shined through the invisibility of the glass window. everyday with him was different even if you guys lived together. one day he's acting like he's a chicken, the other he's making you scream with tickles. if not there was always one thing you knew, no matter how heavy the burden of something is, he's always able to lift it off of you easily.

and as you hold his hand, you were sure you'd always want to be with him just once again, no matter the time or situation, because you were in love with him.

[boozeandbaddecisions]

Order 69: Addendum

A requested follow up to Order 69. Thanks to all who assisted with ideas in the Discord server. You guys are all gems 💖💖💖💖💖

Blue divider by @saradika

Pairing: Wrecker x F! Reader (With some Tech Support)

Warnings: restraints, oral (male receiving), anal, ass play, sex toys, mentions of sex pollen, a touch of voyeurism

Credits slid across the desk as well as a set of cuffs. The Trandosian woman regarded the clones.

“I’m not gonna ask what you need those for, but they’re deducted from your pay.”

Tech barely registered the interaction as he was tapping away on his datapad. He would usually get back a short reply from you concerning his messages, but the notifications that flashed on his screen twisted him.

“We keeping you, Goggles?”

Tech looked up to see them all staring. He glanced down to his datapad before turning to the sergeant.

“I believe our situation has just escalated.”

Hunter’s expression set into a hard line. “Echo, you and Omega stay here. Tech, you’re with me.”

The pair made their entry through the cargo bay of the marauder. Tech continued to tap away at his datapad as Hunter scanned their position as they stepped over the threshold. 

“The fusebox would be over there. I suspect she came here first.” Tech indicated gesturing to the fusebox still hanging open.

The sergeant left his squad member’s statement hanging as his attention was pulled to the silence of the hold. As he stepped further in, a pile of fabric caught his attention. The typical aroma of the Marauder was something he had gotten used to over the years, and while the scent almost seems to be soaked into the very metal of the ship, something new pricked at his senses. Approaching the pile, it appeared to be clothing, and not something that would have fit his missing brother. He sifted through the pile with the tip of his boot with a triangular piece of fabric causing him to turn his attention to Tech. A few dextrous hand gestures, and the pair set off to the next floor. The sound of running water guiding their way.

Hunter and Tech stacked up on the door to the refresher. The running water of the shower muffled their footsteps. Tech’s lenses reflected the wall of text on his datapad as his eyes flitted over the information. They narrowed before placing a hand on Hunter’s shoulder.

“Best to make entry now.” He murmured.

Hunter gave a nod, and shoved the refresher door open. His glare focused on the pair in the shower. His voice chilled and typically only reserved for discipline.

“You two. Out. Now.”

You and the Batch’s muscle were seated two chairs towels covering what shame you would have had if the sergeant had not burst in. 

“Do you two have any idea what could’ve happened?” Hunter continued, “You went down there anyway. He could’ve killed you.”

“In my defense,” You cut in, “You should’ve commed me if it was that important.”

Any following comments died in your throat as Hunter turned his gaze to you. He held it for a moment before pinching the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh.

“What’s done is done, and due to the extra…stimulation. This elongates the window of reaction to 24 hours.”

Tech tapped on his datapad to scroll through the information.

“Since you’ve introduced the stimulus. Wrecker’s body will be depending on it for this to work through his system.”

“Wait, wait. What’s he got going on?”

Tech leveled his deadpan gaze to you, “It wasn’t obvious to you. As per my message, Wrecker came into contact with flora that acts as an aggressive aphrodisiac. The best course was isolation until it ran its course, but with you assisting it’s only eased the spike. Constant stimulation is needed once it’s introduced.”

You frowned, giving a side glance to your cohort, “Well, between you and me. The big guy is gonna tear through this ship if you keep him here.”  

Tech looked up from his datapad, “I believe your hangar’s maglock would suffice for the time being. We should get going soon before he gets going again.”

“Wait, we?”

“The three of you. Tech will be there to intervene.” Hunter gruffed, giving Tech a ‘you handle it’ look before making his departure.

You led the way to your repair hangar. It was a small miracle you had remembered your coveralls packed away in your bag. It was odd only wearing the canvas material on bareskin but you were all but shoved out of the Marauder by your chaperone. Wrecker was back in his gear pouting as Tech remained at his side. The new outfit you had hid most of your curves from the large clone. His only saving grace being that despite wearing the bulky one piece, your hips still had that swing to them that could lure him anywhere you desired. The clearing of a throat warned him to keep his eyes off of you for the time being. 

With a quick swipe of a fob, you entered your abode with the clones following behind you. Tech broke off from the group gesturing Wrecker to follow approaching the maglock that would hold most ships in place while you would work on them. You meanwhile were starting mounting the steps to the office above where you made your room since you tended to keep work and home rather close, and it beat paying rent for two places.  

“Tech, give me a hand with this.”

The pair of you had disappeared to the office for a few minutes leaving Wrecker by the maglock. They returned down the stairs, both of them hauling something bulky.

“Be sure to carry your side.”

“You sent all the weight to my side. Uh uh, you’re going backwards.”

The pair eventually made their way to the maglock flopping the mattress next to it.

Wrecker looks at it for a moment before looking to you, “I coulda carried it down.”

“I know you could, bu-”

“Getting your blood pressure up would only put us on a time crunch.” Tech interrupted earning a glare from you.

“Anyway, just wanted a bit of comfort if we’re gonna be at this all night.”

You glanced at your chaperone, “So if you want, office is rigged up fine and the couch is comfy.”

Tech’s answer was to grab one of the folding chairs and with a flick to open it sat down burying his nose in his datapad.

“You’re serious?”

“Effects are only measured on a standard human. Given our mutations, this could pose a perfect opportunity to gather data should anything similar occur.”

You glanced at Wrecker searching his face for any source of uncomfort at your audience, “You okay with this?”

He nodded a bit with his hand at the back of his neck, “As long as you don’t, don’t wanna end up hurtin’ you.”

You nodded, “Alright, go ahead and strip down.”

The clone made quick work on his armor letting it tumble to the ground and after he shed the top of his blacks you gestured to the mattress. Taking the hint, he laid back.

“You’ll need these.” 

You turned just in time to catch the hunk of metal thrown to you by your observer.

“These are gonna hold him back?”

“They’re reinforced and intended for wookies. They should buy you some time.”

You nodded and made your approach to Wrecker, “Alright, big guy. Hands up for me.”

He raised his arms above his head near the maglock and you kneeled on the mattress by his side and guided his wrist into one cuff and then the other threading the linking chain to the maglock. You pulled a couple of times to ensure it was secure. Wrecker was pliant for now, however with you currently positioned above him, one of his hands clenched.

The clearing of Tech’s throat caught your attention as you hand neared the clasps of your coveralls.

“What now.”

“I would advise you to partake in warming up.”

You sighed, “I could, don’t typically use my hand that often.”

“I’m aware. If your search history is anything to go by you have quite a collect-”

Your face fell whipping back to him, “excuse me, what?”

“Your datapad isn’t as secure as you think. It was easy to have a backdoor put in.”

Tech offered a slight shrug of his shoulders, “If you tell me where they are, I’ll fetch them for you.”

You stayed rooted.

“I can always search your office, or even improvise with what we have here.”

You sigh, “Fine, fine. Lower left drawer of my desk. Code i-”

“No need, I already have it.”

Your fists clench watching Tech leave, and a burning reminder in your mind to pick up a second datapad. He soon returned with a cloth bag causing your face to gain some color. Instead of just dropping it before you like you had hoped, he approached loosening the drawstring.

“You can disrobe.”

With a roll of your eyes, you open the clasps of your coveralls letting the material pool at your feet. The sound of a chain being pulled sounds softly.

“Alright, give ‘em here.”

Tech shook his head and one of his hands went into the bag, ferreting around until procuring two items. 

“I’m correct as usual.”

Your face heated up taking in two of the items Tech now held. One of your usual vibrators, and….oh, no.

“Tech, what’s that?” Wrecker piped up.

“This would be a plug, Wrecker. It stimulates the user by resting in the anal cavity. She has quite a few actually.”

Setting the bag by the mattress, Tech bit the digit of his free hand removing his glove letting it fall to the floor.

“What’re you doing?”

“Simple. I’m here to assist.”

You gaze went to Wrecker to see him transfixed. His half hard cock gave a throb looking from you to Tech and back to you.

“Fine.”

Directing you to remain in full view of his brother, Tech swiped his ungloved fingers along your folds. Just the touch itself sending a shudder through you.

“Already aroused, this will help.”

Gathering some of your slick, Tech began coating the plug with the improvised lube. 

“Will you be able to take this or will I need to prep you?”

You swallowed. The one Tech had managed to pluck up was one of your most recent additions.

“I can take it…”

“Very well,” 

Tech positioned you to have your back to Wrecker before dropping the vibrator to the mattress to free up his hand. His deft hands circled around you, one grabbing a handful of your ass. A soft noise left you, but it was nearly drowned out by a groan from behind you and the rattle of the cuffs. 

“Relax for me,” Tech murmured, as the hand grasping your flesh spread you open, earning a sharp inhale from your captive audience.

You gathered yourself with a calming breath as you felt the metal of the slick plug against your rear entrance. Tech was downright methodical teasing the ring of muscle with the plug’s tip before testing the resistance. 

“I’ll go slow, but breathe.”

He began easing the plug past the resistance. The stretch sending a fresh wave of arousal through as your exhale escaped as a whining moan. The restraints rattled louder behind you. 

“Tech, bring ‘er here already.”

“Patience,” Tech nearly chided as he pressed the plug further into you, your hips bucking towards the intrusion. 

Inch by glorious inch, the plug sunk further into you until it was seated inside. Your eyes slid shut as one of Tech’s fingers planted itself on the flared base jostling it softly with the care he would use on sensitive wiring. The manipulation of the plug sent a lightning shock of pleasure through you dragging a moan from your throat. A hard pang of metal sounded.

“Tech..” Wrecker growled.

“I’ll go slower if you can’t be patient. She has to be prepared.”

Tech’s digit still remained on the plug’s base while his other hand grasped your shoulder guiding you to face the tortured clone. The sight before you almost brought you to your knees. Wrecker’s body held a sheen of sweat. His face flushed from the display. The prominent bulge in his blacks straining the fabric brought your tongue to your lips. You were brought out of this pleasing sight by something brushing against your folds.

You cursed. Take your eyes off the lithe clone, and he already has the vibrator slickening up your folds. 

“Just kriffin’ put it in already.” You begged.

You cried out as the plug was jostled a bit rougher.

“Manners.” Tech warned.

You scoffed, “Tech…please. put it. in. already.”

“Wasn’t so difficult, was it?” He replied, beginning to press the vibrator against your folds easing it in.

The feeling of being filled in this manner was nearly overwhelming. Nearly. Your slick helped the toy slide effortlessly in and out and with a twist of the base, vibrations sent your head lulling back. Tech is nothing if not thorough as he continues testing different angles using your keening moans as a guide of where to go for the greatest effect.  After one particularly sensitive angle, you came with a cry with your muscles gripping the toy and the plug alike. You nearly lost your footing if Tech had not grasped your waist. The vibrator leaving you feeling once it was removed. The warmth from him was less intense than Wrecker but was still almost comforting. A few moments of steadying your breathing had passed before Tech removed his arm.

“She’s all yours, Wrecker. Don’t break her.”

Once you were steady on your feet, Tech retreated to his chair once more, plucking up his datapad for observations. This left you facing the large clone. His hips bucked a bit under your gaze as he gently pulled at the cuffs.

“Mesh’la,”

You approached the mattress biting back a moan as you crouched down. The plug subtly reminds you of its presence.

“Let’s help you out, big guy.” 

You crawled onto the mattress to his side finally ghosting a hand over his neglected cock earning a groan from him. A damp patch is felt on the fabric.

“Give me another minute to recover, but I can help you out a bit.”

He nodded, and you began peeling back the waistband of his blacks to finally release his cock once more. A sigh escaping him once it was free from the smothering fabric. It stood proudly in the artificial light giving a suggestive throb under your gaze. Licking your lips, you positioned yourself straddling his shins in an attempt to weigh him down before lowering your mouth to the head. Your tongue barely graced the leaking head and you felt him tense under you. A groan rumbling in his chest.

“Mesh’la, please.”

Heeding his request, you took as much of his length as you could while your hand grasped the base. It may not have looked particularly appealing, but from the noises Wrecker was making as well as the stuttering bucks of his hips it must have at least felt good. He had given up trying to watch you as soon as you attempted to ease him into your throat. His head lulling back against the mattress. 

You swallowed around him once and he arched, pulling at the cuffs. The maglock groaned as it tried to keep its hold. You decided to tempt fate once more before by swallowing and without warning he came with a growl. His spend shooting down your throat with his pulses. The simple act of you sitting up and swallowing down the evidence of his pleasure was all the motivation he needed as the pang of metal bending sounded. 

The chair clattered to the floor drawing your attention to Tech now standing. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll scream if it gets too m-.”

You were cut off by Wrecker sitting up encasing you in his arms bringing you to his chest and one of his hands to the base of the plug.

“If I can’t have this yet,” He rumbled, rutting his still hard cock against your folds, “then maybe I can have this.”

 His fingers grasped the flared base of the plug wiggling it to elicit a moan from you. Your hips grazing his cock. He teased the plug out of you while you rubbed against his cock. Your slick coating him with each pass. Once he finally removed the plug, he dropped it letting it roll off the mattress. He nudged you a bit rougher to move you up higher on his lap.

“Come on, mesh’la.” He moaned in your ear, “Need you now.” 

You scrambled as best as you to line yourself up before he took matters into his own hands. 

“Go slow.” You panted.

“Don’t know if I can.”

You began to lower yourself down on him and soon met resistance. His forearms draped over your hips to help press you down. 

“Relax, mesh’la.” He hissed, “You’re choking me.”

One hand braced itself on his chest while the other went to your clit beginning circles in an attempt to relax your muscles before Wrecker decided you were taking too long. Your hips gave a buck when you graced a sensitive portion of your clit and Wrecker answered with a groan and a buck of his own. His cock easing in another inch. The stretch was dizzying, almost making you see stars. Your eyes met his and with a nudge to his shoulder to wordlessly communicate, Wrecker crashed his lips to yours as he pushed you down onto him the rest of the way.

Tears pricked at your eyes as a moan equal parts pleasure and pain was muffled into his lips. The hand on his chest clenching into a white knuckled fist. You two stayed like that for what felt like ages. Everytime your muscles contracted it pulled a groan from him. His arms pulling you close. His face burying into the crook of your neck gracing his lips against the delicate skin. 

“It’s so tight….mesh’la, I need to move.”

With your nod of approval, he began rocking his hips to start. His kisses soon turned to nips. After the pain was replaced with pleasure, you soon began moving your hips in turn, eventually getting to the point where you start lifting your hips and sinking them back down on him to milk more of those primal grunts and groans from him. This surge of power at being the keeper of his pleasure spurring you onward.

“Gonna cum,” He groaned into your neck, “where?”

“In.”

His forearms pushed you down on your hips holding you down as he throbbed painting your insides with his seed. Once his breathing seemed to get under control, you planted both hands on his chest.

“Alright, on three…one, two,” You lifted yourself off him, dragging groans from both of you as you unsheathed him from you.

“Give me a minute, alright?”

Before waiting for his answer, you slipped out of his embrace and disappeared to your makeshift quarters. Wrecker took the opportunity to watch you leave, however your usual sway was slightly stilted. Some depraved part of him swelled with pride. You made your return some time later with a few damp rags, and a blanket draped over your shoulder. Tech had made himself comfortable in your quarters pouring over his observation notes, or so he claimed. Wrecker remained on the mattress glancing at the damaged maglock.

“Sorry about..”

“Don’t worry about it. It was old anyway,” You dropped the blanket on the mattress and kneeled before him running one of the rags along his skin. The large clone watched in silence as you worked and two rags later you sat back, satisfied with your work. Tossing the rags aside to deal with in the morning, you fetched up the blanket fanning it out to drape over the both of you.

“Mesh’la can…” He offered his still bound hands.

You shook your head, “Those are staying on until the morning.”

His face flushed a bit, “No, I mean can we…y’know..cuddle?”

You huffed a bit of a laugh, “Sure, big guy.”

You burrowed into the blankets and popped back up next to him, easily slotted in between his arms. He seemed to relax a bit, tucking your head under his chin.

“You gonna be okay if..”

You smirked, “If you need to take care of things in the middle of the night, go ahead. Might even wake up for it.”

[shwazzberryswriting]

Moving On

Pairing: Winwin x Original Female Character|Reader Genre: Alternate Universe - College/University, Romance, Light Angst, Fluff, Slice of Life, Fake Dating Rom Com

Summary: What started out as a simple favor soon turns into a wild weekend

Word count: 21.4k+ (someone take this fic away from me and post it!)

Rating: Mature for Sexual Content, Drinking, Cannabis Consumption (implied), College/University Party Warnings: Fake Dating/Trickery/Lying, Explicit Sexual Content; Smut, Kissing, Drunk Kissing, Nipple Play, Praising, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex (always cover up IRL 💚), Oral (F receiving), Heavy Petting, Creampie, Pussy/Cock Stroking, Slightest Bit of Accidental Dry Humping and Body Groping *Part 11 of my “The NCT Frat House Series”* Author’s Note: Hello, thank you thank you thank you X 3000 for your patience to my readers!!!!! From where this fic started to what it is now...I don't even know how it turned into what it did, but please enjoy!!!! I am so excited to post this fic! ALSO: Victon's Heo Chan has a supporting role in this fic!!

SMUT IN EPILOGUE: I honestly didn't plan for any smut but when I wrote the epilogue I went with the flow

Apologies in advance for any mistakes or shortcomings, this fic was WIP for so long so I'm pretty sure there are things I missed or got wrong! As I do with all of my longer fics, I broke the story up. This one is split up into 3 Chapters and an Epilogue! Please let me know if any of the links aren't working Chapter 1 (Below) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue ---

Chapter 1

Shiny red and green streamers were lined along in criss-cross patterns in the links of the metal fence to the used car lot, Hearts’ Automotive, making it festive with Christmas spirit. The decorations were unseasonably out of style, but Rhea still hummed “Jingle Bell Rock” as she window shopped. Approaching the main building as her eyes scanned the cars in the lot, she fleetingly daydreamed of jumping into the old red Mazda Miata convertible to drive up to the mountains for some solace.

“Thinking of getting a new car?” she heard a low, gravelly voice ask.

As if appearing from thin air, a man in a short sleeve button up shirt was fixing his spinach colored tie at the collar with one hand while the other dabbed a dull grey handkerchief against his temple. Sweat beads glided down his shiny red face as he held a hand for her to shake.

“We’re having a Spring Blow-Out Sale,” the salesman said as he stuffed his handkerchief into his pants pocket. “You look like an adventurous girl. Why not take your girlfriends on a hike in this 2012 Subaru Outback?”

He pulled out the same grey handkerchief as he stood beside the red Outback that sat next to the Miata Rhea had been admiring. Her stomach curdled as the salesman began wiping the front hood of the car with his handkerchief. She’d barely been able to speak before he moved to the blue Ford Focus behind him.

“I’m wa-”

“-Or daily visits to the mall with your gal pals!” He kicked the front passenger side tire with his stained leather shoes. “You know this baby has good gas mileage. You’ll save on gas as you make your frequent shopping trips.”

“I’m waiting for-” she began before the man interrupted her again.

“-Oh, so you’re waiting for your dad! Of course!” The salesman’s neck collar was yellowing, damp with sweat. “While we wait for the old man to arrive, why don’t you tell me what sort of car dear old dad wants for you?”

Glancing at the way the salesman was subtly shifting his weight from one leg to the other, she had a feeling he would continue to hover. If Sid ever showed up, she was going to kill him. Frustrated that her brother could never show up on time, Rhea looked around for a way out.

“Babe!” Rhea called out immediately as she saw a familiar face exit the front doors of the dealership building, right behind the sweat-ridden salesman. His thick eyebrows and full pink lips always stood out to her, making his handsome face give off a boyish innocence that contrasted with his broad shoulders and tall stature. It was difficult to mistake him with just any stranger. “Sicheng! Babe!”

She rushed past the salesman, and walked under the shade of the building. Grabbing the hand of her diner waiter, she leaned over to whisper a quick, “Please help me get rid of this guy,” before pecking a kiss on his cheek. He jumped a little, but looked over at the salesman before turning to look at Rhea.

“Can you tell this gentleman we’re not buying a car?” she asked clearly when their eyes locked. Pressing her lips together, she prayed that the man who’d served her onion rings for years would play along. The thin line between his eyebrows uncreased, and he squared his shoulders as he looked at the wide eyed salesman.

“Good afternoon, sir, I’m-”

“-We’re not interested,” Sicheng said immediately. He gripped onto her hand firmly, leading them past the salesman.

“Thanks,” she said softly as she let go of his hand.

He glanced over their backs before throwing his arm over her shoulders. She felt the sun’s rays blaring onto her scalp, her dark curls absorbing the heat as his jawline tightened. She’d never considered what Sicheng’s body would feel like, but with her body pressed against his side her mind blanked, shocked at how firm his arm felt draped over her shoulders.

“That dude’s still staring,” he said.

She felt a hard thump in her chest, similar to the time she caught her falling bookbag and Tolstoy’s “War and Peace” slammed against her cleavage so hard she almost fainted. Face hot like a sun soaked leather covered car seat, she was speechless as they walked out of the lot. She had to stop thinking about how long it had been since a man had held her for longer than a couple seconds.

“Thanks,” she said once they were walking away from the lot, crossing the street. They stopped together at the bus stop. “You have no idea how much you helped me out.”

He nodded, sitting down on the green painted metal bench meant for bus riders. She worried that he wanted to be rid of her as he remained quiet, glancing down at his watch as his eyes were nearly shut tight, squinting from the sun’s rays hitting his face. After all, if he’d come up to her to ask her to help him, she would have…she didn’t know what she would have done.

Feeling like an idiot for having put him in an impossible situation, she licked her lips, trying to find the right words to apologize. Before she could even clear her throat, he threw his hand up to shade his eyes, giving her a half grin as the left side of his lips curved upwards.

“Rhea,” he said, “you always tip 25% and your usual order is coffee and onion rings.”

“Is that how you remember your regulars?” she asked, sitting beside him. The tension in her chest loosened when he smiled. “Our tips and orders?”

“More or less.”

“It’s weird to see you outside of Nectar,” she said, referring to the diner that Sicheng worked at. She couldn’t recall the first time she met him, but they’d only ever existed together at Nectar before. And strictly as waiter and patron. “So um, are you here to buy a car?”

“No,” he replied, holding up a white paper bag in his hand. “One of my friends works here, so he gives us discounts on car parts.”

“What kind of car do you have?”

“This is for one of my other friends. His front headlight is dead, and I offered to help pick up the replacement.”

“You can fix cars?” she asked, sitting up straight. Her chest felt light knowing that she could keep talking to him about cars. “My brother’s a car enthusiast, too.”

“I know a little here and there,” he said with a shrug. Her eyes fell to his hand falling down to his side as he set the bag down. “Why were you visiting Hearts’ Auto?”

“I need a car,” she replied. Looking up, her eyes followed his gaze. “HEART’S AUTOMOTIVE” was written in bold acid tripping neon green letters against a matte black billboard at the top of the main building to the used car lot. “My brother was supposed to meet me here to help me buy a car. He didn’t show up.”

“Who’s your brother? Does he eat at Nectar?”

“He went to Berkeley,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “He would never step into Nectar or anything affiliated with our university. I don’t know if you know my brother, Sid? I think he said he had a friend connected to Heart’s.”

“Wait, Sid,” Sicheng said, resting his hands behind him on the bench, “Sid has the blue 2004 Toyota Celica, right?”

“You know about his Celica?” she replied, picking up her legs to cross in front of her. “Did you know he sacrificed his summer break saving up for it?”

“He told me about how he worked as a waiter at your aunt’s restaurant.”

“Please,” she said with a head shake, “I was there. I don’t need to hear that story again. So you’ve seen his precious Celica?”

“Yuta and Kun helped him fix the alignment on his front axles. Kun works at Heart’s. Have you met Kun or Yuta?”

“They sound familiar,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. Was Yuta the soccer jock a former roommate tried hooking up with a couple years ago? “I don’t really hang out with Sid and his car enthusiast friends. When did you meet my brother?”

“He brought the Celica to our house last summer.”

“Wait a minute,” she said, holding up a hand in the air, “my brother's visited the NCT frat house?”

She laughed when he nodded, another half a grin growing on his face. His boyish smile was charming, she realized, because the apples of his cheeks popped out and turned the slightest shade of pink. Clearing her throat, she stifled her laughs before speaking again.

“So much for never going where I go,” she said with a snort.

“You’ve been to my place?” he asked with raised eyebrows. He sat up straight.

“I’ve been to a few parties,” she said, feeling her cheeks grow warm. Rhea knew she wasn’t a social butterfly, but she had enough friends to get invitations to the NCT Frat parties. “I’m sorry if I was stepping into your territory.”

“How come I’ve never seen you?” he asked, his half grin returning, though his eyes were moving to the ground. Her hands fisted into her jeans when he glanced up at her. Sicheng's overbite was noticeable when he gave a full on smile, adding to its charm. “It would have been wild to play Beer Pong against my best tipper.”

“I’m your best tipper?” she asked, surprised. Most of her orders were under $10 given that she went to Nectar to snack on onion rings while she studied. “Do you have a chart of your customers’ tips?”

The top of his ears turned red, and she felt her cheeks grow hot once more with a bright smile refusing to disappear. She covered her smile by throwing her hands over her mouth. She wanted to ask him half a dozen questions, mostly wondering why he suddenly seemed so shy, but she realized she was afraid of stuttering if she were to open her mouth.

“Winwin?” a woman in a red hoodie was waving her hand as she looked at Sicheng. She stood right before them on the bench.

He sat up straight and threw his arm over Rhea’s shoulders, his fingers gripping onto her arm. His body felt rigid as she uncrossed her legs to straighten herself up. Their eyes met for a second, and she knew he was asking her to play along with him.

“Wen! Hey!” he said loudly, the cheerful tone almost as fake as their relationship. “Rhea, this is Wen. She’s friends with Kun’s girlfriend. Wen, this is Rhea, my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend!” Wen’s eyebrows raised and her mouth hung open for a solid five seconds before she shut her mouth. Squaring her shoulders, she glanced at Rhea with her lips pressed together before looking back at Sicheng. “That was kind of rude of you not to tell me.”

“Why?” he asked, pulling Rhea closer to him. Between the sun and his body, Rhea’s body was too hot for comfort. Her neck was starting to sweat. “I found out through Yuta that you began dating Mike-”

“-It’s nice to meet you, Wen,” Rhea said, holding her hand out to Wen. “I’m Rhea. Sicheng was so sweet to come with me to pick up a lightbulb for my car.”

“Rhea?” Wen said with a soft tone, shaking her hand with a gentle grasp. Eyes squinting for a moment, she scanned Rhea’s face. “Didn’t you model at the university fall fashion show with that gold showstopper gown?”

“Oh - no,” she said, feeling her face grow hot, sweat suddenly forming at her temples. Not only was she lying to a stranger about Sicheng being her boyfriend, but her five seconds of viral fame with her real exboyfriend was haunting her months later. “No, like, my-um...Chan, you know Heo Chan? He was modeling for his friend and like, it was a joke. It was during his rehearsals and Hanse posted it on Instagram but I didn’t model during the actual show.”

“Wow, Winwin,” Wen said as her eyes shifted to Sicheng, “your rebound is a model? What the fuck was I to you?”

Before Rhea could register whether or not Wen was insulting her, Sicheng scoffed, and squeezed her arm gently.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, squaring his shoulders. “You broke up with me. Three weeks after we broke up you went out on a date with Mike. The guy you swore was too stupid to know how to tell time.”

“It was just a date,” Wen replied. She squared her shoulders again. “I actually have a date with my new boyfriend tonight! Care to join?”

“Why not?” Sicheng spoke up, tilting his chin up. “Text me the restaurant and time, and we’ll be there."

“Fine,” Wen said, picking up her phone. “I hope you like GT Steakhouse.”

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Sicheng said with a scoff, a sharp, low “tsk” sliced through the air.

She’d never seen Sicheng be anything but polite or tired, so she felt numb watching him be so expressive. It was like a black and white picture turned into a fully colored feature length movie. The dull features of a simple, pleasant sight transforming into a colorful piece of art, full of wonder and much more depth than a mere snapshot could ever grasp.

“We need to go,” Rhea said as the giant white and blue public bus came into view. “Don’t forget the bag, Sicheng.”

“Thanks, Rhea,” he said as his ears turned bright red. He met her gaze and she read the fear in his eyes as sweat glided down the side of his face.

Making sure she wasn’t still watching then, Rhea glanced at Wen furiously tapping her thumbs onto the screen of her phone, her tendrils falling over her forehead as a gentle breeze passed. Her eyebrows were creased together and her pink stained lips were curved into a frown. They didn’t exchange farewells as Sicheng let go of Rhea so she could get onto the bus before him. Once they were seated at the only unoccupied pair of seats at the front, Sicheng ran his hands over his eyes and he threw his back against his seat.

“I’m sorry about that,” he said, shaking his head as he threw his hand down. “I’ll tell her you broke up with me so she wins. Dinner’s canceled.”

Eyes downcast, staring at his lap, Sicheng’s eyelashes curved upwards beautifully as Rhea looked at him. She was used to the contemplative frown paired with the thick, long eyelashes. At Nectar though, she’d never cared to think of the context behind such a sad expression.

“What did she win?”

He met her gaze, the frown remaining. She gave him a smile, hoping he knew she meant him no harm. Showing teeth was too expressive, so she kept her mouth shut.

“She’s the one who moved on first and moved on better,” he replied. “It’s stupid right?”

She shook her head, clasping her hands together. Trying to get a car was her big girl moment. Chan had driven her to work and picked her up when they had dated. It took 2 months of waking up early and arriving home late to wear her down enough to ask Sid to help her find a car. Instead of a new car, she’d gotten herself a frat boy as her fake boyfriend.

“Heo Chan got the shoot manager position at Vogue Japan,” she said, turning to look at his face. His blank stare made her smile. “Chan’s my exboyfriend. Anyway, he spent months applying and interviewing for that job. He told me that he’d let me know if he got it. I found out from my brother congratulating him on Instagram. So…”

Her smile disappeared as she recalled how her stomach tightened into a rock when she realized Chan had moved on from her. Sure, they hadn’t spoken since the day they broke up, but they’d agreed that they’d be too busy to communicate. Then again, he had promised that even if they were broken up, he would tell her if he got the job he’d been wanting for months. She bit back her tears, regretting the thought of Chan.

“Why was your ex calling you ‘Winwin?’” she asked, turning her body in toward his. She stopped when she realized their knees were about to touch, her fingers digging into the strap of her purse as her heartbeat quickened. She’d never been so shy about being near him before.

“It’s a nickname,” he replied. “A lot of people call me Winwin, but Sicheng’s my real name. Call me whatever you want. I think my name today is Loselose.”

His voice was faint, his eyes unfocused as he looked at the ground. She gave a small chuckle, getting him to look up at her. A smile broke out as his round cheeks rose high and he gave a small guffaw.

Sicheng had helped her escape the relentless salesman. If he had to admit defeat to his ex it meant she hadn’t returned the favor. At what other point in her life would she and Sicheng have to pretend to be a couple in which she’d be doing him the favor? And if she was to be completely honest, she’d had a lot of fun playing his girlfriend in front of Wen. She liked the more complex version of Sicheng.

“Let’s go on the double date,” she said, tapping her knee against his for a second. Their eyes met, his mouth hanging open. “You’re moving on so much better, because I’ve been the perfect girlfriend.” She tapped his chin with a finger, and laughed when he closed his mouth. “Let her know that your rebound model girlfriend has made you so much happier.”

Her stop was approaching, so she stood, and he followed her. They got off together as he stared around, seeming to take in his surroundings. She walked toward the street light that led to the pearl pink painted apartment complex across the street. It was behind a park where she took her morning runs. At that moment, the park was occupied by a handful of kids climbing on the slide and monkey bars with their caretakers watching nearby.

“Did you get off at the wrong stop?” she asked as Sicheng walked beside her.

“No,” he said immediately, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. He looked at the ground for a moment. “We’re going to need to get our story straight. When did we meet? How long have we been going out? What are your likes or dislikes? Because what if I order us shrimp and you’re allergic?”

“Have you done this before?”

“What makes you say that?”

He’d stopped walking, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. She heard the paper bag crinkle in his pocket.

“You’re telling me we have to get our story straight,” she replied. “I didn’t even think to do that, but it makes complete sense. I mean, when did we start dating?”

He shrugged, glancing around the street.

“Is there a place where we can get coffee or tea?” he asked. “We should drink as we hatch this plot.”

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White grains scattered across the small round table as Sicheng tore open the pink packet of sugar. They had the last table outside with an umbrella, which Rhea appreciated. Her scalp itched when it became too hot, and her focus couldn’t wander since she and Sicheng were in the middle of an unplanned scheme. His rough handling of a packet of sugar was tempting her patience as her mind wanted to roll into the gutter.

“How long have you been broken up?” Rhea asked, forcing her eyes to look up to his face. He was completely focused on mixing his coffee concoction. “Chan and I broke up almost 4 months ago, so when would be a good window for us to have started dating?”

“Wen and I broke up 3 months ago,” he replied, mixing his drink with a wooden stirring stick. After sipping his coffee, he set the mug down. “You and I have been dating for just over a month.”

“You said it so casually even I believed it.”

The apples of his cheeks flushed as he guffawed, reminding her of the last time she’d seen him before Heart’s Auto. His face had been red like a maraschino cherry when he had given her a hot basket of onion rings. She’d noticed because a few sweat beads from his face had landed onto her notebook, staining her doodles. The marigold chain on the outside corner of her notebook had wrinkled into squiggly lines with Sicheng’s sweat.

“I asked you out the last time I visited Nectar,” she said. “You gave me the onion rings for free, so I felt compelled to ask you out.”

“Oh shit, it was because I ruined that drawing you’d been working on.” She smiled, teeth showing, appreciative that he’d remembered that day too. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m your girlfriend now, I think we’ve gone past you having to apologize for that.”

He grinned and she returned the smile. As they drank silently together, Rhea noticed how Sicheng squared his shoulders as he sat up straight, putting his mug down before he looked at her. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I can get a couple of friends to play along with the ruse,” he said. “Wen’s going to ask why I haven’t shared my girlfriend with our friends.”

She nodded. Unlike him, she had never been good at remaining friends with exes and the mutual friends that had come with the relationship. Why keep company around who all were extensions of the person who broke her heart?

After the split with Chan, all their mutual friends constantly updated her on how sad Chan was, as if the sad feelings would be enough to convince them to get back together. Eventually, it was easier to work more, study harder, and start research on what would make for a good car to purchase for the first time than try to balance out a safe distance between her friends and Chan.

“You still talk to each other’s friends?” she asked as her index finger slid onto the table, collecting tiny grains of sugar under her finger. She was creating a line, pointing toward him.

“We were friends before we began dating. We only dated for like, 6 months, but we’ve known each other for a couple years.”

“Why did you break up?”

“She wanted to go to Coachella and I wanted to roadtrip to Austin for our first trip together. There was more to it, but…we were such good friends. We didn’t make a good couple, though.” He cleared his throat, causing Rhea to stop her finger on the table, her eyes drifting up to meet his gaze. “What about your history? Why’d you break up with your ex?”

“We were talking about getting an apartment together because my lease was ending,” she replied, her eyes returning to her finger. She pushed the grains of sugar under her finger off the ledge of the table, swerving left, before placing her hands into her lap. “But Chan was worried about the potential job in Japan. And then I want to stay here because I still don’t know what grad schools I should apply to next year. So like, yeah, we were both realizing that life wasn’t going to be us forever.”

“How long did you date?” he asked.

“A little under a year and a half,” she replied. Afraid that he’d start grilling her about the finer details of her breakup, she asked, “So if we’re dating, are you the type to hold hands? If you want Wen to be jealous we can hold hands. I don’t mind cheek kissing, hand kissing is actually really sweet,” - she paused as she noticed the tips of his ears turning red - “but we can just call each other babe or something.”

“No,” he said, sitting up straight. “Um, yeah, we can hold hands. If things get awkward, just kiss me on the cheek and I’ll know that means you want to leave. With you and Chan, was it a bad breakup? Who was the one to call it off?”

“He broke up with me. I knew it was coming, but,” she paused, feeling her throat dry up as she finally picked up her cup of coffee and took a large gulp of her milk and sugar heavy coffee. “So like, before we leave to get ready for dinner with Wen, we’ve been dating for a little over a month right?”

“Yes.”

“Are we the type of couple that calls each other babe?”

“No,” he replied, firm and clear. “I don’t like pet names. Should I pick you up for the date?”

“How about I come to your place and we leave together from there? I'm familiar with how to get to your house, but not with how to find GT Steakhouse.”

They exchanged phone numbers, and she made sure to save Sicheng’s number with a heart emoji to get herself into the role of his girlfriend. Walking home, she decided that she was going to play the role of a girlfriend who was head over heels infatuated with Sicheng. It was clear that his breakup with Wen had been tense. As long as the dinner ended on a good note for him, Rhea would consider it a favor returned in full.

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Chapter 2

[arty-chase]

Graveyard Siblings (5)

[Masterlink] (PART 1) (PART 4)

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Mari and Cass sometimes switch their suits as they have the same body type. Cass would sometimes go out in full Hellbat gear and give the appearance that Hellbat is out more often than she actually is.

So Orphan/Black Bat also sometimes uses guns.

This also helps with concealing secret identities. Maria was rescued by Hellbat from Joker’s Henchmen. (Vicki Vale was getting sus of the new Wayne and Hellbat.)

Unfortunately since Hellbat rarely comes out and she had already made all of her appearance for the month and it wasn’t a busy weekend, the public had come to the conclusion that Hellbat has a crush on the newest Wayne.

Basically everyone thought that Mari has a crush on herself. Which led to some teasing and escalated to Mari announcing that Jason had a crush on Red Hood on live TV.

It didn’t help that a video of Red Hood and Jason re-enacting Romeo and Juliet with Jason on his apartment balcony and Red Hood on the roof was posted on the internet a few days later. (Thank you, Trixx and Tim’s awesome video editing skills)

Sadly, it was taken down 24 hours later. (Tim and the others have multiple copies of it, on the cloud or hardware, hidden around in the manor and their respective safehouses in the US.)

Some people kidnapped Jason to hopefully gain leverage over the Red Hood and to their dismay and nightmares for years to come, Hellbat came instead.

One lucky and incredibly brave reporter asked why she was there instead of her brother.

Mari being a little shit, “Red Hood may be a tough and scary guy but when it comes to his feelings, my brother is a chicken.”

Pictures of Jason tackling Hellbat somehow never made it into any papers.

The criminal underworld hasn’t taken a hint and Jason has been kidnapped a few more times.

Other times Jason was kidnapped:

Robin: Red Hood made a fool of himself in front of Todd recently and he doesn’t dare to show his face.

Spoiler: He was taking too damn long checking his hair even though I told him that no one was going to see it under his helmet and he was so offended that he is currently sulking in the bathroom.

Red Robin: Red Hood can’t think straight when he is around Jason. I mean have you seen the dude.

Arsenal*during a rare visit to Gotham*: Red Hood owes me one now.

Dick finally ends it by going out as Red Hood and rescuing Jason. Gotham is happy that Redson (Red Hood x Jason) ship has finally sailed.

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Kate, Babs, Cass, Steph and Mari were out on Mari’s first girls’ night since her move to the manor.

This is set a little after she came back from Paris with Jason.

They watched rom-com movies, did hair and nails, gossip about the superhero community and bitch and vent to each other.

Marinette off-handedly mentioned the crazy shits she had done during her stint as Ladybug. It started with asking about the T-rex in the Batcave and she mentions jumping into the mouth of a live one before.

Everyone in the room was shocked and after a few more questions, it was obvious that she was very reckless and self-sacrificing. Yep, she was going to fit into this crazy family just fine.

And Holy Shit. There is so much trauma packed into this kid. She needs lots of therapy.

Babs finally decided that they all needed to get out and have some fun. All in their respective suits and they went out.

Joined by Harley, Ivy and Selina.

Plagg came along because I want Plagg to meet Selina.

It was a chaotic night and it was a miracle that Bruce didn’t find out about what the girls did.

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Batman and Red Hood were on patrol together when Selina jumped in front of them.

“Hello, Boys”

“What do you want, Catwoman?”

“I want to meet my new prodigy, Kitty Noire.”

Cue Marinette jumping down from her hiding spot, transformed with the Black Cat Miraculous. “Hiya.”

Red Hood carries her like a potato sack and points his gun at the other two.

“Nope, she’s my sister and I called dibs. I adopted her. She’s off limits.”

“Legally, she’s mine.” Batman coughed out.

“I did it first. Emotionally. She’s my emotional support sister. You have plenty kids already, B and Selina, get your own.”

“Hey, I am still here and can hear you.”- Maria

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Alya was worried for Lila. She had been acting weirdly for the past month.

She looked very out of sorts. Her clothes weren’t in order and her hair was in disarray. She had bags under her eyes and her eyes looked wild. Lila didn’t look like herself at all.

She jumped at any sound and flinched at really sudden movements.

Alya tried to find out what was wrong with Lila and received vague answers.

One time Lila said that Marinette is to blame.

Alya reaches the somewhat right conclusion that Marinette was haunting Lila and hurting her because Lila used to come to school with bruises and claims that Marinette did it.

Alya goes to Marinette’s grave to desecrate it. (Yeah, go anger the ghost that is haunting someone.)

Unfortunately, the moment she tries to do something, the sky turns dark, clouds appear and the wind begins whipping. A Lightning strike near her and there was a cloaked figure beside her with a scythe.

All Alya saw from the figure was the blood-red lips in a very sharp grin and glowing blue eyes, raising the scythe high before she ran away. The scythe swiped the air where her head once was.

Alya didn’t get far before she tripped and blacked out.

When she woke up, she found herself in the hospital with no idea how she got there.

She was told that somebody found her with a concussion in the park and took her to the hospital.

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The next one on Mari’s hit list was Natalie.

She wasn’t as involved in the whole thing like Lila, Adrien or Gabriel but she still did it anyways.

Her punishment is a little mild compared to the others and was more of a warning to Gabriel.

Natalie woke up in the middle of the night to see a not-so-dead Ladybug sitting on her vanity chair with the moonlight from the windows illuminating her body and her neck. Her suit was torn exactly like the day of that battle with blood dripping down her arms and from her open wounds. The shadows kept her face hidden but glowing blue eyes stared at her.

Natalie was scared at first. But she regained her normal cool composure.

“I assume you are here to extract your revenge for aiding in your unfortunate demise. But before you kill me, I regret my part in my entire thing and I apologize for everything I have done against you even though I knew it was wrong.”

“At least you show remorse over what you have done. Visiting my grave when even my parents didn’t and leaving flowers. I love those purple hyacinths by the way. Did you know that they mean sorry in the language of the flowers?”

“Why are you stalling my death? Just kill me already.”

“Madam Sancouer. You just played a minor role in my downfall compared to what Adrien and Lila Rossi did to me. And you showed more guilt over your actions than they ever did and Adrien claimed to have loved me. And like I have told the Bats, Death is too swift of a punishment.”

“Who are the bats?”

“None of your concern. You should be more concerned about yourself.”

“Lila sees the ghosts of her past and they haunt her. Adrien is in a living nightmare and has no control over his actions and is despised by everyone. What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, since you show some guilt over your actions, let me tell you a little secret. I am not dead. Not really. I mean I did die. But there was a spell in the grimoire that revived me. It took a few days to work.”

Marinette changed to her normal form. It was a little jarring to see an older Marinette Dupain-Cheng sitting on her vanity chair like it was a throne. The Ladybug suit and the wounds were gone. She looked a little familiar.

“Why are you telling me this? What was the point?” Natalie faltered as she wondered why the girl looked familiar. Marinette moved closer and her face was fully illuminated by the moonlight.

“I intend to take everything by which I mean everything from Gabriel Agreste for what he did.”

“M. Agreste just wanted his wife back. You just gave him your Miraculous, you would still have everything.”

“What difference would it make? Sure I had friends and family before but they turned out to be disappointing. I might have become a famous designer like I dreamed of and can't achieve because I died. Besides, he never said about wanting his wife to come back in his tedious monologues. For all we knew back then, he wanted them for world domination. He showed that he would end the world for them. For kwamis’ sake, he nearly started World War III, just for a pair of earring and a ring. He was willing to kill me to have her back. No wait, he did that too. If he actually read the translated grimoire or asked the Guardian or at least someone with magic for help instead or maybe used his head and made some who can heal as his champion using the Butterfly, we wouldn’t even be in this mess. Face it, Mme Sancour, your boss is a power-hungry and very controlling maniac who is also thankfully an idiot.”

“But- he- he just-. You are just a child, what do you know? M. Agreste knew what he was doing.”

“A child who had a normal life up until he tried to ruin it with his idiotic schemes and hiring Lila to do it. A child who had to fight a war on her own.”

“I am sorry you had to go through that but I doubt you and your little revenge rampage is going to solve anything.”

Ghostly Chains wrapped around Natalie���s body, squeezing tight like it was squeezing the life out of her.

“I was all for sparing you, you know. If you had actually listened to my side of the story, you would have spared from my ‘little revenge rampage’. This is going to be a little painful. Sorry about that.” In a tone that was definitely not sorry.

Pain coursed through Natalie’s body. Her skin crawled and itched as pitch back feathers grew out of it. Her bones turned to dust and reformed.

Where Natalie Sancour once was, there was a raven.

An omen of death and destruction for one Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette leaned down towards the raven. Natalie tried to peck her eye out but Marinette held the beak in a firm grip.

“Ah. ah ah. Luckily for you this is temporary. Mostly. Every night, you will assume this shape and each night the longer you will stay in this form. Slowly counting down the days until Gabriel’s downfall. Since you love helping him so much, you are going to help him know how long he has to live. The night you are a raven from sunset to sunrise, that sunrise starts the day Gabriel Agreste will be utterly destroyed.”

She released the beak and headed towards the window.

"Send him my regards."

With that, she was gone.

(Part 6)

[hajimeiwaswife]

THE NIGHT

Word count: 737

Warnings: fluff

Summary: the night is the perfect moment to hide from prying eyes.

Sometimes you catch yourself smiling goofily at the wall, teddy bear plush hugged against your chest with the smell of his cologne impregnating you. Never aware of the knowing looks your mother gives you when she passes by the ajar door of your bedroom, or the way your father rolls his eyes whenever you are wearing your boyfriend's jacket.

They can't blame you, though. Your grades are as good as ever, you keep being responsible, your friends are delightful and your behaviour is even more polite than it used to be. Your only guilty pleasure is the man you're dating, the previous gang leader Shinichiro Sano.

The oldest brother of a large family, owner of his own motorbike shop before turning 25 and the most loving and tender look reserved for their daughter. Your parents have seen the multiple times Shinichiro have turned up at your house door in the middle of the night, a lively gaze sticked to your window waiting for his princess to open it, to let her knight in shining armour climb to her chambers. But he never does. He always stays at the pavement, supported against his bike with a cigarette between his lips.

And every single time you open the door and walk towards him, his dark eyes light up with the shine of a thousand stars, blinded by the love you radiate as you run towards his open arms, cigarette now forgotten on the floor as he catches you and turns you around, both giggling as fools in love like those in one of the many rom coms they see at the TV on Christmas.

But it isn't a rom com, it's the life of their daughter hugging with all her strength the love of her life, the love of yourlife. The raven hair of your boyfriend dances along the wind, giving him a more dishevelled look like the one he used to have during his Black Dragons era. His smile lets you see the white teeth that adorn his mouth, the same one you have kissed so many times and that you're dying to kiss once again.

He reads your thoughts, always the one to know his princess as well as the parts of his beloved CB205T, and tilts forward a little, enough for your faces to be inches away. You are the one to finally press your lips together, tasting the smoke and his own essence, wanting to moan from the pleasure of kissing the man you love the most. His tongue rolling in your mouth, hands grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him and pressing you against his chest, skin on fire at the simple touch of your bodies.

Shinichiro never thought love could be so intense and passional, but he could propose to you in that same moment, in the middle of the night with plush and reddened lips after kissing, with the flustered state you are both left in after such an intimate moment, in front of your parents who are watching you both from the window 'surreptitiously'.

"You look lovely tonight." he whispers over your lips, pecking them again.

"I'm on my pyjamas, Shin." you chuckle, flustered under his intense and caring gaze.

"That doesn't change my statement."

Always the cheese man, not preoccupied at all if anyone hears, as he wants everyone to know how much his heart is racing at being with you.

He had left Manjiro and Emma under his grandfather's care for a few hours, being free for a night ride with his lover, whom he hopes to live with in a few months after he explains you the future he visions with you tonight.

"C'mon, beautiful, get on the bike." he asks you, handing you your helmet as he climbs on the vehicle, waiting for your loving arms to wrap around his waist and your chin to lay on his shoulder.

And just like that, you both disappear in the night's mist, darkness being your ally to hide your love from prying eyes, engulfing you two in a moment that would decide your next step as a couple. Your parents smile to themselves, the sound of the motorbike dying as it drives away from your street.

"Do you think she'll say yes?" asks your father, looking expectantly at your mother.

"Go get her suitcases, she'll need them tomorrow to move in with him." she replies, giggling.

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Hi! Do you have any fics that are Crowley/Aziraphale, but with Gabriel being a good brother? Not Gabriel/Aziraphale though. Gabriel can still be a bit of a dick, but I like it when he is or becomes supportive over time. It can be a human au as well.

Hello! We have some fics in which Gabriel is not a dick here. I’ve got a few more nice Gabriel fics for you now...

Through sickness and health by Bookish_penguin (T)

It is Aziraphale's first time being sick, so things don't go so well. Crowley tries to apply his knowledge of being a nanny, gets a summon to Hell, makes a poor decision to bring Aziraphale along, and just about receives the worst (best) surprise of his life. It ends with a holiday in Paris.

ineffable by ICanSingNoRequiem (T)

When angels in Heaven inexplicably start to Fall, Aziraphale and Jophiel struggle to survive when each moment together may be their last. As an unexpected romance blossoms between them, they soon discover that when tomorrow is no longer promised, they can finally start living for today.

The First Sin (Was Asking Questions) by StarlightPhoenix (T)

In the end, it was the result of horrible timing. Lucifer questioned Her in front of the other angels, and She refused to humor him any longer. Lucifer and his supporters were forced from Heaven, Falling in a glorious blaze. Raphael questioned her away from the others, but it was too soon. Then he was Falling, too. Before he was Crowley the Demon, he was Raphael the Archangel. And then he wasn't. Years later, he reconnects with his siblings.

Sometimes Speed Dating Works by Depressedstressedlemonzest (G)

Human AU Speed Dating Event! Who will pair up? Who will fall in love?

Angel in the Window by themaybedoctor (E)

Aziraphale has the best job a young bookworm could ever hope for—he works the evening shift at an independent bookshop, just a stone's throw away from Tadfield College, where he's only a few months away from getting his degree. He likes the location in Tadfield's cosy downtown, the friendly regulars, and his coworker, Newt. But most of all, he likes having the key to the biggest treasure trove of books he's ever seen. Aziraphale knows that he's not going to make friends sitting in the dark shop at night, alone with a book and some chocolate, but that's all right. He's not lonely while he has a book, which means he's hardly lonely at all. Really.

Crowley works at a record shop, and he's got the biggest crush on the cutie working at the bookshop next door. Whose name he doesn't even know, because he's too awkward to ask. At least nobody's noticed. If his co-worker Anathema found out, he'd never hear the end of it.

A story about bravery, misunderstandings, acceptance, and love.

All You Knead Is Love by fumi_faust & Writer_Maxtli (NR)

Anthony Crowley left behind the world of high class dining to open a small bakery in Soho. Aziraphale is a lonely bookshop owner who finds it on accident. Cue rom com levels of romance, baking shenanigans, and everyone being happy. As they say, if you want a hyper specific bakery AU, you gotta do it yourself.

- Mod D