#they need… the judging dog eyes /j

[n0vzz]

a guy

[gh0stw1f3]

Lessons (Carl Grimes x Reader - Smut)

WARNINGS: Carl cheating on Enid, Fingering, Oral on both sides, Penetration, Head-pushing, Spelling and Grammar mistakes, Not proof-read

Small Summary: Carl asking reader for advice on how to have sex for the first time for Enid. She does more than give him advice, she shows him.

3,791 WORDS

You rested your back against the soft fabric couch as you flipped your fingers through a book, your only source of entertainment. Everyone else was asleep but you.

You closed your book when you heard a knock on the door. The house you lived in was one in Alexandria. Carol lived there with you too but tonight she was on watch duty. Opening the door, you saw Carl. His eyes looking down and twiddling with his thumbs.

“Hey Carl, what are you doing up so late?” you wondered as he came in, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the couch with you.

“I just wanted to talk to you about something…” he rested his hands down on his lap, not knowing what to do with them due to his nervousness.

“Alright… go ahead, kid,” you were interested. What could he want this late? And why is he so nervous? It caught your attention.

“This might be weird but um… Enid wants to take our relationship to the next level,” he hid his face by looking down at his busted shoes.

“Next level? Like what? You guys gonna get married like Glenn and Maggie,” you got slightly excited to the idea of a new marriage.

“No, well I don’t know… not yet.”

“Ooohh so it’s gonna happen, huh? You sly dog,” you teased him while elbowing his arm.

“No! I mean… we haven’t known each other for long…”

“Neither did Glenn and Maggie but they’re made for each other,” you loved their relationship. You thought it was cute. Calling each other “wife” and “husband” although they weren’t officially married.

“Anyway… she wants to h-have ermm…” he paused, looking at you to try and read your expression. “s-sex,” he whispered.

“Oh. Wow. So what are you doing here for? Go have fun with your lil’ girlfriend,” you pointed out the door.

“About that, I don’t really know… anything about doing uh sex,” he flicked his hat. “I know the basics, like how people like getting umm licked down there and inserting stuff into um places but I want to make sure she has a good time…”

“So you want me to give you advice?”

“Yeah…” You sinked back down into the couch, thinking about it.

“Why’d you come to me to ask about that?” you turned your head to face the blushing boy.

“Well, I know you won’t judge me… and you give good advice.” he started to gain more confidence, knowing that your chill with the idea.

“I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to explain.” You were only a couple years older than Carl. But you had experience. You had multiple boyfriends during the apocalypse. And of course you did it with them. Who doesn’t need a little relief during such a horrible time?

“Please try,” he put a hand on your knee. His eyes full of desperation. You looked at the hand on your knee then back at Carl, realizing his beauty.

“Why don’t me and you… do it then,” the moment you realized the surprise of his expression, you started babbling. “J-Just to teach you! And It’ll be a one time thing! We won’t tell ANYONE,” you flung your hands around.

Carl sat quiet. Looking down at his boots again, thinking about it. He turned his head, looking at you. You stood up straight, nervous for the first time around Carl. “Just… one time,” he folded his fingers to form a one. “ To teach me.”

“Yes! Yes, of course.”

“Okay… yeah. So, what do I do first?” he sat criss-cross on the couch, facing you entirely.

“Well, you kiss her first,” you then took Carl’s hand and put it against your cheek. “You hold her face gently,” you pressed and gently rubbed your cheek against his hand. Carl started to turn red. “Then both of you lean in.”

You and Carl inched closer. Your lips brushing against each other. “Then you press your lips against hers, slowly. Then build up into a deep kiss. Using your tongue gently.” Carl hesitated but you kissed him first. He kissed you back, slowly starting to get into it. You then opened your mouth, sliding your tongue slowly into Carl’s mouth. Your jaw moving in sync with your deep kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing him deeper into your mouth. Carl slowly slid his tongue into your mouth this time.

You moaned into the kiss, pressing your body against his. You took his hands and moved them to your waist.

“Don’t be afraid to touch her… or me,” you separated your lips. Creating distance between the two of you, you moved back and rested your back against the armrest of the couch.

“W-What what are we doing now?” he sat with his hands between his legs like a puppy.

“I’m going to teach you how to undress a woman,” you said before pulling him by his collar so he was between your legs as you sat.

“U-Undress you? I t-think I already know how to undress…”

“Yes, you can undress yourself but what about another person. You know how to undo a bra?” You asked. He shook his head. Carl scooched closer to you with his back straight. “C’mon, undress me.”

“Are you sure… you’re okay with me seeing you with umm no clothes on?” You nodded. “Okay…” he pulled the ends of your shirt. You lifted your arms so it was easier for him to take it off. Lifting the shirt up slowly, he put it gently against the table.

“Now… unclip my bra,” you said as you leaned your torso forward so his head was on your shoulder, looking at your back. “So, you see the clasps? You have to push them together, then push the right strap over the other one.”

Carl stuck his tongue slightly out his lips, trying to get it. “It’s okay if you don’t get it the first time. It was hard for me to do when I got my first bra,” you reassured him.

After a few tries and a little help, he got it unclasped. You held the bra in place, waiting for him to look at you. When he went back to his previous position, you let the bra fall from your shoulders. Carl immediately looked away, nervous. “Hey… Hey. Don’t be nervous. Give me your hand,” he did as you said and put his hand on yours. “Now, it’s okay to look. Just don’t compare mine to Enids. It’s disrespectful.” He nodded as he turned his head to look at your breasts. The red on his face returning. “Make sure you compliment her but you HAVE to mean it.”

“Like… ‘you have nice boobs’?” you chuckled at his response.

“You could say that. But something less… vulgar is better. Like ‘your body is beautiful’” his hand twitched against your grasp. “Are you ready to touch them?” you held his hands, inches away from your chest. “I’ll show you how to massage and treat them,” he nodded. You placed his hand on your breast. “You can squeeze but never to hard,” you took a peak to his groin and noticed his growing bulge. He sinked his fingers into your boob, squeezing them gently. The touch making you squirm. “You can massage them and squeeze their nipples but never too hard,” he gulped before gently kneading your breasts while squeezing your nipple with his other hand.

“Use your mouth.”

“My mouth?!”

“Mhm, you can lick, suck, and bite my nipples. BUT if you’re gonna bite be gentle. VERY gentle. Like a lil’ nibble,” you chuckled. He leaned it slowly as you took his hat and put it aside. He opened his mouth and surrounded your nipple with his lips. He gently nibbled on it, like you said. It sent a jolt down to your pussy.

“Just like that, Carl. You’re doing so good,” you run fingers through his long hair. His cock twitched to your praise. You felt his soft tongue against your nipple as he left kitten licks. As he sucked on your nipple, you were reminded of something.

“Carl,” he looked up at you through his lashes as he continued. “Do you know how to leave a hickey?” He removed his mouth from your chest, the cold breeze making them harder. He shook his head. You pointed to spot, just above your nipple. “Put your mouth here and suck. It’ll leave a bruise but it won’t hurt me. Unless you suck really hard.”

“Why would I leave a bruise on you?” he asked, confused.

“It’s sort of like… marking whats yours. But for now, it’s just for teaching,” he put his lips on the spot you pointed at and sucked. “Not for too long now,” as he finished bruising your skin, he gave it a kiss before stepping back to look at his accomplishment.

“Did… that hurt?” you looked down at your chest and caressed the bruise.

“No, you’re being so gentle with me, Carl,” you brought him closer and kissed him on his cheek. He chuckled quietly.

“One more thing before we get to the actual umm penetration,” Carl was still nervous. He knew what was coming next. “Take of my pants…” Carl blushed extremely but he did as told. He sat back and grabbed the top of your sweats. You lifted your legs up on his shoulders as he took them off. He stared at your panties. At their black lacey trim.

“Do you… always wear underwear like these?” he pulled at his collar.

“They’re cute, right? I’m happy to finally show them to someone,” you giggled. “But you can look at them more when they’re off my body,” you teased. His expression amusing. He put his fingers through the top of your panties this time, seeing his fingers through the lace. He slowly pulled them down.

“Not every vagina looks the same, so don’t be surprised if hers looks different than mine. And again don’t compare,” you reminded. He stared at your pussy, his hands rested on your thighs. You spread your legs, giving him a better view. You spread your lips, putting your finger to your clit.

“This… This is my clit. Some guys aren’t able to find it. But it’s here,” his eye darting to it. You took his hand and looked at his eye. You caressed his fingers before inserting them inside your mouth, his face in shock. His fingers became slick with your saliva as you wrapped your tongue around his fingers, separating them with your tongue. You gave them a kiss before leaving the grasp. “Use these to rub my clit,” you whispered, referring to his fingers. His breath was shaky.

He snaked his hand down to your clit, eyeing it to make sure he was doing it.

“How do I um… rub it?” he asked, his fingers grazing over your sweet spot.

“Okay, so the clit is the sweet spot. It has a lot of nerves. You can rub it a lot of ways. But the common way is in a circular motion,” you sounded like a sex-ed teacher. Carl looked at you then back at your pussy. He leaned in close, so his face was inches from yours but he still had a good view of what he was doing.

He pushed down on your clit, gently. Rubbing it in the motion you described. You sat up straight, the pleasure causing random squirms through out your body. Carl focused his eyes on your face. The redness of your cheek and the pleasure in your eyes. He liked it. He liked making you feel good. Makes him feel accomplished. He slammed his lips against yours. Kissing you on his own. His deep kissing that he learned from you. You whimpered against his lips, his tongue roaming your mouth as he rubbed you in circles faster. He let go, giving you a moment to breathe.

“F-Finger me,” you panted. Carl was excited. He ran fingers through your pussy, finding your hole. He paused for a moment, waiting for your instructions. “Go on, put it in,” he followed. You breathed as his finger hits your depths. “Y-You feel that soft part of flesh towards my pussy?” Carl nudged his finger against it, making you to let out a small moan. “That’s the g-spot. It’s also a sweet spot. Keep pushing your finger against it.”

He repeatedly kept hitting your g-spot. You moaned harder than before. Your breath repeatedly going in and out with whimpers. “Fuck… Carl,” you rubbed his cheek. He kissed your palm as you slowly pushed your head back. He pushed his palm against your clit, the rhythm of his fingers moving with his palm. You flung your head back to place. “W-What are you doing?” you breathed between words.

“It doesn’t feel good?” he paused for a moment. You put your hand on his wrist.

“No, keep going… I just didn’t expect that,” you bit your lip, desperate for his touch. “But I still have another thing to show you,” you grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down so he was laying face to face with your vagina.

You spread your lips again. “I want you to suck it… like you did with my tits,” you demanded as you squeezed one of your breasts.

“H-How?” he took in the sight of how wet you were, seeping down your thighs.

“Lick and suck my clit.”

He breathed against your clit before making contact with his mouth. When you felt his slimy hot tongue rub against your clit as he sucked, you held on to the headrest of the couch. He flicks his tongue up and down while gripping your thighs.

“God, Carl. Enid’s one lucky girl,” you put your hand to the back of his head. He wasn’t thinking of Enid until you reminded him. He was just thinking of you. Making you feel good. He wondered why he didn’t come to you sooner.

He continued to fuck you with his tongue, his eye focused on yours. You thrust your hips against his mouth. He put his mouth, focused on your clit. Sucking and licking over your folds. Your moans were getting louder. You squeezed his head with your thighs as you gripped his hair, making it messy. Carl brought both of his hands under your thighs so he could lick you deeply, pushing your pussy against his mouth. Your face was red and sweaty with your mouth gaping open, letting out every huff. Carl closed his eyes, passionately making out with your pussy as he slowly grinded his hips against the cushion below him, trying to get his hard-on to calm down.

You whimpered in confused when he stopped. “What… what’s wrong?” Carl got up and kissed you. You could taste yourself through his lips.

“Please help me with this,” he pleaded as he gripped his bulge. You blushed profusely. You pushed a flat palm on his chest causing him to fall back on the couch.

“Alright, let’s focus on you,” you smirked as you sat him up to remove his plaid jacket. His body was warm. You pulled off his white shirt after. He shivered under the sudden coldness but as you pressed your naked body against his, kissing him, he managed to get warmer. You placed your hand on his chest. You finished the kiss, trailing your kisses from his neck, torso, and now v-line.

You gripped the sides of his torso as you rubbed your face against his bulge. You took off his pants, gripping his boxers at the same time so they came off together.

When you saw his cock, you were a bit in shock. You haven’t seen a dick in a while and seeing Carls sent electricity through you. You pressed your lips against it as it rested towards your face. Carl let out a shaky breath. You stuck out your tongue, leaving kitten licks on his shaft.

Kissing the tip of his cock, you licked away his precum before putting your whole mouth on his dick. Your tongue licking his tip while you sucked. His cock was swollen against your mouth. Carl moaned, his hand moving to grip your hair gently. You sucked his cock deeper, nearly feeling his balls against your chin. You bobbed your head up and down when suddenly his grip tightened and he took control of your pace. He pushed your head all the way deep, hitting the back of your throat. You flung back, coughing slightly.

“Listen, be careful with your headpushes. Some girls don’t fuck with it,” you warned before going down on him again.

“Do you?” he asked, his breath hitching. You giggled while his cock was in your mouth.

“Mhmm,” you cooed. Carl sat up and started gently rubbing your head. As you bobbed your head up and down, Carl shoved your head deeper into his dick. He caught you by surprise and that made you gag and cough even more than expected. He head-pushed you as a furious pace, your throat being abused. Tears streamed down your cheeks. You closed an eye to fixate on Carl. His head back and his growls loud. He looked at your face as he put his head back in place. He fastened his pace. You felt his dick squirm under your mouth. So you used your strength to push down on his thighs and release your mouth from him.

You sat up, coughing and gagging. “Jesus Carl,” you wiped your mouth with your arm.

“Huh… what?” He was confused that he didn’t reach his high. “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry,” he was concerned.

“No, you did nothing wrong,” you licked your lips, savoring his taste. “I don’t want you to cum yet,” you got him laying back down on the sofa.

You crawled over him and laid down on his chest. “This is the best part,” you whispered into his ear. You kissed him, “For you and me.” You got up and hovered over his cock. Carl used his hands to carefully align his dick to your entrance. “Are you ready?” Carl nodded. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. You slowly fell down on his cock. Moans and long shivering breathes escaping. Once you got all the way down to his balls, you felt his tip kissing your cervix.

“Mm~ Carl… how do you feel?” you laid your torso down on his chest, your faces inches closer.

“Ah~ You feel so good. Your pussy is so soft and warm,” he groaned as you lifted your hips up and down on him. You kissed him intensely as your moans vibrated through him. Carl used his hands to guide your hips as you rode him. You let go of his lips, moving them to his neck. Kissing and licking it as his head rested against yours. You moved your hips faster, his moans uncontrollable.

“Oh, Carl. Thank you for letting me be your teacher,” you put your torso up, his eyes scanning every part of your body. You pressed your hand on his chest for better balance. You slanted your inner eyebrows, going faster as the room was full of the sound of skin slapping.

Carl groped your tit as you grinded your hips. You felt the pressure of his dick on your g-spot and cervix. You moaned his name which caused him to push your hips faster and deeper into him. His growls running through your ears.

All the grinding and friction of the back of his head caused his eye bandage to come loose and slip off his face. When you looked at his face and realized what happened, you slowly stopped bouncing.

He felt the breeze coming on his wounded eye socket and covered his eye. “Shit! I-I’m sorry… you’re probably all freaked out now,” he worried insecurely.

You smiled as you leaned down and placed multiple kisses around his wound. He was stunned. “You’re so cute, Carl,” you snickered.

“Y-You’re not… grossed out?”

“This wound is just a part of you. You’re beautiful no matter what, no wound will change that.” You smiled as you continued to bounce your hips at the same fast pace. Carl was bashful towards your words. You made him feel loved and confident. You were back to making out, spit surrounding your mouths. Your faces full of enjoyment. Both of you could feel the breaths of your moans.

You felt the skin above his dick, pressing against your clit.

“I-I’m gonna-“ you put a finger to his lips. You’re face messy in front of him.

“Do it inside me,” you moaned. You wanted to feel the warm slimy fluid in you. You grinded faster, burying your head in his chest. Your drool all over his skin.

Carl wrapped his arms tightly around your back, keeping you in place as he thrusted fast and hard into you. His groans getting wilder.

You both let out a scream as he released in you. His thrusts slowing down then fastening again. Your legs quivered. His cum poured out of you and splattered over his thighs.

You let out one final shaky breath, giving him a peck. Carl raised his back, still huffing. You were on his lap.

“That’s the end of our lesson,” you whispered seductively. You sat up carefully, cum all over the sofa. Carl grabbed his bandage but you grabbed his wrist before he could wrap it around his eye. You placed another small peck under it then one more on his lips.

“Don’t forget what I said about your eye,” you smiled before putting your cute underwear back on along with your shirt followed by your pants. Carl did the same.

“Thank you… for tonight,” Carl blushed. You smiled.

“You’re more than ready to go fuck your girlfriend now,” you giggled. Carl averted his eyes.

“Do you think… maybe we can do this again?” he asked, twiddling with his fingers again. Your eyes widened, surprised that he’d want to go to you again.

“Hmm, what about Enid?” you wondered. “You should go to her. She’ll be wondering where you are,” you avoided the question. Carl frowned. “Just… try it with Enid,” you put a hand on his chest. “And trust me, I had a great time,” you carefully put your hands under his shirt and wrapped them around his body.

“You should go… before Carol comes back,” you advised while the birds started to chirp. Carl agreed and stepped a foot out your door frame. You stood in front of it. Carl looked at you before giving you a goodbye kiss then he started walking. You closed the door and immediately started wiping down the leftover sperm from the couch. You kept reminding yourself to get a morning after pill as fast as you could.

[crazylittlejester]

What is your favorite thing about each of the Links?

this is a mix of LU and in game stuff, and I’m trying to keep headcanons out of it but:

Time: HIS DRAMATIC ASS FUCKING SCREAMS IN GAME, ITS SO FUNNY, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Wars: As anyone who’s spent even a fraction of a second scrolling through my blog would know, Wars is my favorite and I love everything about his dumb ass. The scarf, his absolutely atrocious choice of fucking footwear, the fuckass haircut, etc. But i gotta mention his absolute look of disgust when Cia was like, dying in Lana’s arms or whatever and she asked Lana something like “How can you stand being so close to Link knowing he’ll never love you back?” He just looked SO fucking over it. His facial expressions in that game are generally just great because he’s either high key fucking judging everyone, staring autistically into space, or looking shocked as hell. Also in LU I love that he told everyone to be normal 😭

Twilight: The fact that he has a framed picture of a goat in his house but no bed. I love him.

Sky: He’s such a sneaky little mischievous fucking shit. He broke a chandelier, delivered a letter to a toilet demon, he fucks around and gets up to horrible little shenanigans but then he looks at you with that sweet face and big ol’ eyes and gets away with it. He’s my favorite Link in general /srs

Hyrule: CHARACTER DESIGN. HES SO FUCKASS /pos HES SO LITTLE GUY. He looks like he’s constantly witnessing the horrors of the world but also doing crimes. He must be protected at all costs but also he’s incredibly durable, smart, and more than capable of protecting himself AND others. What a guy

Legend: His whole LU design. The skirt with the fuckin cowboy boots puts him in my top five based on that alone

Wild: His blank ass :D face in BOTW/TOTK. Ain’t nothin’ behind those eyes. Kissing him on the forehead, what a guy. If his silly autistic stare hadn’t captivated me last May I would not be in this fandom. I would not be writing fics. He’s just so creature and I’m holdin’ him in my hands so gently

Four: The fact that he’s shorter than the group dog /j but seriously i just love how he’s clearly the only one mature enough to recognize everyone, INCLUDING HIMSELF, needs fucking therapy

Wind: Everything. Look at him. I adore his facial expressions in game and in LU, and I love his energy

[hoppingonslimjim]

smoking kills (j. hopper | st)

premise: in which you hate jim’s smoking habit, but jim doesn't really care.

or, you successfully use your puppy-dog eyes on the notorious hardass jim hopper because he's whipped for you

paring: jim hopper x y/n

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none, sfw

etc.: daddy jim hop, that is all

read it on ao3: link

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you lay sprawled across the worn-down couch, swaying your feet lazy to the beat that was playing out of the record player. your lips hummed along to the melody as you watched for the door to swing open and for him to come into the door. 

any minute now, you sighed, continuing to let the melody control your body. 

in all honesty, there wasn't much to do at jim’s house, and you wondered why you opted to spend so much of your time here just waiting for the police chief to come home from his long shifts of protecting and serving hawkins, indiana. you had a perfectly good home with a TV box in the living room and a border collie that absolutely adored you. though, obviously, this question was rhetorical. you were head over heels for the town’s police chief and your boyfriend, jim hopper. you loved even just being in his house, even if he wasn't there, as everything reminded you of him. the whole house was an embodiment of his musky scent, you could wrap yourself in his oversized clothes, and no one would know or judge, and you could indulge in his personal belongings that he would be too embarrassed or refused to show you (like his vintage porno stash or more innocently, the photo’s of his late daughter of who you wished you had the chance to meet).

just as you threw your head back to let escape a bored sigh, you heard the familiar sound of a car rattling up the driveway. your eyes quickly flicked over to the clock next to the fridge, which confirmed your suspicion; it was 6:30. jim was right on time. today was not going to be another one of those days where you wasted away for hours as the police chief had to stay later to do paperwork or entertain the town’s parents’ hysterias. 

you switched off the record player and hurried to your feet to greet him right at the door. if you were a dog, your tail would be wagging at concerning speeds right now. in a way, you did feel like a dog, more like an anxious puppy glad to see its owner return home. it was kinda pathetic, but in a cute way, or at least to jim, it was.

the door swung open, and the much larger man immediately scooped you into his arms and held you tight against his body. as you buried your face into his chest, you couldn't help but let your whole body go limb in the safety of his embrace.

“waiting for me at the door?” jim chuckled, “you missed your old man that much today, huh?” he teased, setting you down and taking off his coat.

“yea,” you admitted shyly, your eyes taking in the man that you called yours in front of you. at the very least, he had a foot on you and a hundred pounds. he made you feel small in the best way, in a safe way. his upper lip was home to a dark bushy mustache that you had just gotten used to, mourning the days of his full beard you had the privilege of racking your hands through. and just below his chin was a thich mate of hair peeking through his brown buttoned uniform. when you are tired, you found comfort in snuggling on jim’s chest hair and breathing in his scent.

your daydream of jim hopper was cut short just as it had started by the distinctive flick of the mental lighter and the sound of him rummaging in his coat pocket for his pack of cigarettes. he fished out one cigarette from the pack, hurriedly jammed it between his lips, and brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette to light it. as jim took his first drag, he nodded his head approvingly at the cigarette as to say, i needed this.

you backed away a few steps from him and his cigarette, crossed your arms, and waited for the man to put his eyes back on you instead of his dirty little habit. 

“oh please, not today,” the older man moaned, cigarette still pressed against his lips. “i don’t want to, or need to, hear your lectures today, kid.”

“james-” you started

“oh, here we go; we’re already starting with my government name”

“jim!” you huffed, instinctively stomping your foot on the ground like a toddler at the beginning stages of a tantrum. “can you please not interrupt me before i’ve even started?”

“mhm,” the man flippantly replied, crossing the room to dig in the fridge to find a beer to wash down his cigarette with

“we’ve talked so much about this. it really makes me upset, and you know that. i care about you so much, and it sucks to see you throwing your health down the drain like that,” you gestured exhaustly to the cigarette as smoke trailed out of it as it lay perched between jim’s fingers. 

“i don’t know what you want me to tell you, kid,” jim sighed, taking another drag and washing it down with a swig of beer. “do you really want to have this conversation for the five-hundredth time?”

you chose not to answer, and instead, you held his gaze, crossed our arms even tighter, and pursed your lips together firmly. the two of you started at each other, neither breaking the newly sanctioned stare-down contest. you were trying to shoot lasers into the man’s eyes, though he wasn’t backing down. maybe it was the military or the years in the police force that did it, but one thing jim hopper was good at was not backing down without a fight.

the two of you held each other’s gaze, with only the tap of one of your feet on the ground or the swishing sounds of the beer in jim’s glass bottle as he absentmindedly played with it. your jaw clenched, and you could feel your heart beating faster and faster. jim, though seemed relaxed, in his element, ready to take on your bratty behavior, or how you saw it, merely stating your opinion, any day. 

your eyes squinted, his squinted. when your nose crinkled up, his nose crinkled up. you even felt like your blinks were synced as you never saw his eyes close for a second, and instead, you both held steadfast in the quasi-power struggle. 

the reality of the situation came pouring down on you, and your gaze faltered from the older man’s. you were ultimately the one to lose the battle, as you tore your eyes away and threw your head up in the air with a defeated sigh. hot tears started to bubble in the corner of your eyes inadvertently, and you quickly used the edge of your sweatshirt sleeve to wipe them away before jim could notice.

though, of course, he noticed, being the dad he is. jim got out of the chair while rubbing the cigarette out on the ashtray on the kitchen table. 

“no,” you whimpered, stepping farther back before the man could console your tears that started to fall. you sighed, roughly scrapping your eyes again and taking a deep breath through your nose and out through your mouth.

you felt pathetic because you were crying, but mainly because of how stupid the reason was. it wasn't a silly reason to you, but certainly to everyone else, including jim. smoking was as accepted as breathing. everyone partook in it and everywhere and didn't even bat an eye at the act indoors, outdoors, etc. as soon as you were old enough, you smoked, or were the small minority of people, like you, who believed that smoking was bad. there wasn't a whole bunch of science to prove your point, but there was enough to conclude that it was at least not a net-neutral action that everyone claimed it to be. the nauseating, nose-curling smell was enough for you to know that something was not good with the cigarettes that so many people found themselves defending

at the end of the day, you cared for jim. you wanted to see him healthy and happy, so his almost pack-a-day addiction started to become more and more apparent and thus concerning the more time you spent with him. maybe one cigarette when needed wouldn't be too bad, as you were fully aware of the stress the man had to endure due to the responsibilities and nature of his job. however, a pack-a-day was downright inexcusable and borderline hazardous. he was already not the fittest man, admittedly (even though you loved his beer gut and large thighs). the cigarettes were not helping anything, but certainly harming 

you had reasoned with the man so many times with the information mentioned above, a few instances of tears, and a lot of heated ‘debates’ (more aptly characterized as yelling-matched), and you were starting to feel utterly defeated. you just wanted what was best for the man. why didn't he get that? 

“listen, kid,” he sighed, tightly wrapping his arm around your frame and resting his chin on the top of your head. he brushed his thumb over your shoulder and just stood there with you, ever so slightly rocking you as you buried your head into his chest in your last ditch ever to hide your tears. jim, of course, could sense how upset you were, though, and just stood with you silently, swaying back and forth in the kitchen. 

in the comfort of his embrace, you quietly let all your tears out, with only a tiny hiccup now and then that gave away your cover.

“i hate how upset this makes you, sweetheart.”

“i hate how upset i feel,” you squeaked.

“you know i can’t just quit cold turkey.”

“i’m not asking you to!” you yelled-whined before quickly cooling your frustration that had abruptly boiled over and burrowing into the man’s chest once again. “all i want is for you not to have one of those stupid things in your mouth every five seconds. i wish you knew how much i love you and how much i want you not to die an early death or something,” you sighed

“you're not getting rid of me that easily,” jim laughed, his thumb soothingly sliding back and forth over your shoulder blades. “i plan to stick around for at least a year, kid.”

you couldn't help but chuckle a little bit at his humor. peering up from his grasp, you wiped your whole face, which was now wet, red, and definitely a little red now. you sniffled a few and steadied yourself to hone in on the more rational part of yourself to have, or at least try, to have a proper adult conversation with jim

“i want you to promise that you’ll try to smoke less. like try only to do a half a pack or something like that, anything like that, please.”

“you know i don’t like false promises, y/n.”

“it doesn't have to be a false one if you actually follow through,” you said pointedly. 

jim sighed and took you by the shoulders to peer down into your eyes. “you know how long i’ve been smoking, kid?”

“forever,” you quipped back, mocking his tone of voice a little bit. 

“mhm, exactly,” jim responded somewhat sternly, “so i can’t just quit cold turkey or even stop that much, realistically.”

you couldn’t help but grimace at jim’s words. you felt like the conversation was going in circles and circles. like every other time you two had this conversation, it would inevitably end with you two getting all worked up, not talking to each other all night, jim sleeping on the couch, and then you two making it up in the morning. and all of that just for it to happen again, like right now

“but what i can do,” he interjected, noting your defeat, “is to try my best. and that’s all that matters, right, kid?”

you felt your body relax into his hands as he finally cracked. 

“i will try for you, and only you, kid, because i love you, even though it seems like i don’t,” the man chuckled sarcastically, rustling your hair with his fingers and bringing you in once again to his chest.

you happily squealed a little bit, this time accepting the embrace by hopper and smiling into his chest. it felt good for jim actually to listen to cries of concern and take you seriously, even though you were much younger and jim loved to remind you that you had barely lived life (and thus not learned a lot of those good-ol ‘life lessons’)

“you better be so glad i love you, kid,” he huffed jokingly, “i wouldn’t agree to your shit if i didn’t.” 

“i love you too, hop, and thank you.”

“i hope you know i’m thinking of starting with a one-cig-a-day reduction, nothing crazy, of course. i don’t want to risk falling over and dying, y’know”

you chuckled and rolled your eyes at his dramatics but knew he was being serious. but even one less cigarette a day was a win in your book, and it was comforting for jim to stop being stubborn and thinking he always knows what's best and actually listens to your gripes. 

“i love you, kiddo.”

“mhm, love you too,” you mumbled, face pressed tightly into the hair on his chest.

“thank you for looking out for your old man, i mean it, y/n,” he sighed, brushing your hair away from your forehead and planting a kiss on your temple.

“you stubborn little thing, you got me good,” jim laughed into your head as he played with the hair on top of your head.

“yea, get used to it,” you retorted.

jim laughed and tickled the sensitive skin between your arm and shoulder blades as retaliation, knowing you are the most ticklish person to exist. you giggled uncontrollably and wiggled out of his grasp to sprint down the hallway to escape the impending onslaught by jim

[nightmare-dreamt]

hello! I would like to request a matchup with a character from demon slayer. please and thank you! 🫶

Orientation: asexual + greyromantic (male preference).

Pronouns: she/her

Appearance: I'm 5'1. My hair is a darkish-brown with light brown streaks, and I have a long, whispy layered pixie cut. I have an inverted-triangle head shape, and I have a triangle + mesomorphic body type. I have dimples. I have beauty marks mostly on my shoulders and arms, and I specifically have one on one of my ear lobes (low-key my favorite feature, huehuegjb 🤭). I have olive-toned skin. I have almond shaped eyes, and my eye color is brown.

- Some people say I'm intimidating, but then others are like, "she's just a little guy! :D".

- I wear glasses.

- My overall style is grunge, comfy, and artsy.

General personality traits + extra: Nice, independent, caring, calm, clever, intelligent, empathetic, friendly, gentle, humble, genuine, forgiving, hard-working, humorous, kind-hearted, reliable, logical, mature, observant, patient, selfless, sweet, responsible, wise, emotionally strong, accepting, supportive, quiet, awkward, reserved, straightforward, shy, tired, blunt, brutally-honest, gullible, procrastinator, lonely.

- I'm a good listener! I always try to reassure people that I'm there for them and they can talk to me about anything. I never judge.

- I genuinely care about others.

- I'm slow to warm up to others, but once I do, I'm much more outgoing.

- People say I have a comforting aura.

Likes: Going for walks, hanging out with friends, deep conversations, blankets, the night sky, sunrises and sunsets, astronomy, psychology, literature, ancient history, nature, browsing, window shopping, sweets, pasta dishes, traveling, art, exploring, cats and dogs, music, fruit (specifically watermelon, raspberries, and strawberries 😩), coffee and tea, laughing, joking around, stormy weather, learning more about the things that interest me, to clean (willingly).

Dislikes: Waffles. , alcohol (for personal reasons), centipedes, anything that makes someone not redeemable (or whatever I think deems someone as a terrible person), humiliation, hot weather, people not listening to what I'm saying, silent treatment, being watched.

Hobbies: Painting, ceramics, playing video games, reading, listening to music (I'm pretty diverse with my taste in music but I mostly listen to k-pop, j-pop, pop, rock, punk-rock, pop-rock, calm, '80s, early 2000's) and occasionally podcasts (comedy, stories).

Etc:

- I'm a barista at a coffee shop 💪.

- I'm told that I laugh like a witch PLS.

- My big three are libra (sun), pisces (moon), and capricorn (rising).

- My MBTI type is INFJ, and my enneagram type is 5w4.

I hope that wasn't too much for you 😭

-🌻

Matchup for Anon 🌻!

Sanemi Shinaguzawa:

When you first saw him, it was clear that he had a scary personality and unknown to you he felt the same way for you. But, when the two of you actually got to know each other, you both seemd to be wrong. Deep down, he was a total softie and so were you. He tends to be soft only to those he cares for, so don't mention him being soft in public or he'll be upset.

He would want a partner who is independent and intellegent because he doesn't want someone who totally relies on him and someone who can't take care of themselves. Yes, he would want to protect you but he would love to see his partner defend themselves and tell someone off for doing something to them.

When he's upset and angry, he needs someone to be there to comfort him and thankfully he has you. He'll come to you when he's not feeling great and will just let everything out, needing someone to listen to him as he explains his problems.

I don't know why, but I could see you begging and begging him to go on cute little dates and when he finally agrees the two of you go on a cermanic date. He's rough with his hands so it can be challenging, but when the two of you are together and you're sculpting one of those pot things on the spinner wheel, his tough demanor is gone and Into a soft one.

[artem1sc0re]

INTRO!!

Okay this is an expanded version of my description but hi I’m Arthur or Artemis if you like to call me by my display name

I’m an asexual Nonbinary Artist, hoping to become a writer in fanfiction eventually, currently doing courses in ICT, media studies & Art

I use any pronouns, so you don’t need to worry about misgendering me or anything ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m a minor (tragic I know /j)

I’m gonna use this account to post art and maybe talk about my interests every once in a while, but I don’t post a lot so expect this account to be a reblog based one

DNI is mostly the basics, homopobes, transphobes, proshippers, sexists and misogynists, racists, ableists, and just people who are general assholes, since I’m not in the mood to argue or start conflict.

Interact with me if you like games such as Disco Elysium, Heavy Rain, Detroit Become Human, Yakuza, Judgement/Judge eyes, The Dark Pictures Anthology, In Sound Mind (THAT GAME IS SO FUCKING UNDERRATED), Bioshock, Persona 5, Outlast, Resident Evil, Watch Dogs 2, Watch Dogs,Far Cry 3,

Or in terms of film/media in general if you like; Hannibal, Inside Job, Daniel Craig James Bond films, The Magnus Archives (22 episodes in as of writing this), Spiderverse, This is going to Hurt (that one NHS drama on BBC IPlayer), Amphibia, The Owl House, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Bojack Horseman, Arcane, Fight Club, The Lego Movie, The Cornetto Trilogy (specifically hot fuzz)

If you’re messaging me or commenting, I’d appreciate it if you use tone tags since I’m neurodivergent, reading tone is not my specialty so it helps a lot <(￣︶￣)>

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[stars-tonight]

hi, saw you were doing match ups and wanted to join!! long and romantic please. i use she/her and would love a boy match!

i’m tall (5’10” on a bad day), long wavy/curly ginger hair, freckles and i’m my friends’ “scary dog privilege” on a night out. i’m told i sit between doberman and black cat energy haha. i’ve also been told my care bear is grumpy bear, but i do have a silly side and will often show that with my loved ones. i 100% am a certified yapper though so can and will yap about everything and nothing (imagining in hq context just tossing balls to one of the boys in full yap mode and he’s just like “mhmm, yep, no way she said that, mhmm” lmao). I’m INFT-J.

my ideal partner would be someone who can match my energy either way, someone i can sit at a party with and judge everyone/ gossip over my drink but then do silly karaoke/re-enactments of drama with at the end of the evening over yum food. also i like a schedule, my life is planned through spreadsheets so need someone to match my organisation and be able to sit and plan each month.

hobbies wise i read, i used to do musical theatre and i cook. i do yoga and i collect teas (loose leaf, matchas etc.). i also come from a medical family so my medication cabinet is truly stacked and my friends text me for advice all the time, very much the doctor friend.

love languages, i am big on acts of service/gift giving, i love to cook for my loved ones and i’ll constantly buy little things that remind me of my friends to give to them or lending out books etc. as far as what i would look for i’m not really fussy? pda lowkey makes me cringe (handholding/ holding pinky fingers? ankles hooked around each other? LOVE. also like forehead/cheek kisses but couples that fully make out in public no thanks) so maybe not physical affection, but quality time and words of affirmation probably stand out the most.

let me know if you’d like anything else from me!!

headcanons

🥛 oikawa is probably the biggest gossiper in the whole series

🥛 like nobody really strikes me as a gossiper

🥛 but if there was one

🥛 IT WOULD BE OIKAWA

🥛 but he's also the one on karaoke night to be singing into the microphone like he's drunk

🥛 and everyone else (*the aoba johsai team) is just sitting on the couch looking at each other like "alright who spiked his drink? no that's just him?"

🥛 he likes how in control of your life you are

🥛 he can sometimes get carried away when thinking about volleyball

🥛 ("if you can't see the opponent standing in front of you then you can't defeat the one that lays beyond" -- king iwaizumi)

🥛 so he admires how grounded you are

🥛 will go to you for advice on what to do about injuries

🥛 i think he wears a knee brace but i believe he also had an ankle injury

🥛 will sometimes overexaggerate his pain just to see you take care of him

🥛 acts of service as a giving love language -> spoiled oikawa

🥛 loves it when you cook for him

🥛 if you get him something, he'll take it with him when he travels for tournaments

🥛 will call iwaizumi and laugh at him for not having someone to give him presents or cook for him

🥛 iwaizumi threatens to tell you an embarrassing story of oikawa's

🥛 that shuts him up quickly

🥛 in my mind, oikawa had so many fans, even in high school

🥛 so he'll probably want to keep his dating life private

🥛 meaning he's probably not big on pda

🥛 either this or he'll do the most embarrassing stuff in public

🥛 also he's used to "scary dog privilege"

🥛 (*cough iwaizumi*)

🥛 (i think you're literally the same height as iwaizumi too lol)

🥛 and will just stare at you when you go on rants with stars in his eyes

🥛 he genuinely thinks you're so beautiful

🥛 i feel like oikawa wouldn't hesitate to praise you

🥛 he sweet-talks enough for his fans lol

🥛 almost everything he says has a teasing tone to it

🥛 but sometimes he'll get vulnerable

🥛 usually late at night over the phone or if you're together in bed

🥛 and even though he's busy he'll always make time for you

🥛 if you don't live with him post-timeskip because of his games, he'll call or FaceTime you every night and complain about not being able to hold you

🥛 is the type to dramatically fall into your arms at the airport after some time away from each other

runner up for you was hinata shōyō!

A/N: there you go! i hope you liked it :) oikawa is probably my favorite haikyū!! character and one of my favorite fictional people of all time. he's such a comfort character and i relate to him so much ;-;

[sws00194elsa]

Week 8: Look! There is some thing on my face!

From the title, I guess that most of us can figure out the topic of this week's blog, right?. Well, personally, I haven't been an avid Instagram filters or any-other-features related user since I started using the application. It is not that I am obsolete, but as a young man, I prefer to keep things true to their nature, and this also apply to my pictures and even my selfies (although I do admit to occasionally using Photoshop to make minor adjustments like slimming my face and sharpening my jaw. But that's about it, does that count?).

By the way, the use of Instagram filters, similar to Snapchat's face filters, has become a prevalent practice in the realm of social media. These filters, with their ability to enhance and modify images, offer users the opportunity to curate their online presence and present an idealized version of themselves (sounds so tempting NGL). Evidently, Bhatt (2020), as cited in Javornik et al. (2022), reports that approximately 600 millions individuals ultilize AR filters on Instagram or Facebook on a monthly basis, while a significant 76% of Snapchat users incorporate these filters into their daily interactions.

Steve Harvey before and after being applied Filter (LaConte, 2018)

Massive number, holly cow, am I THAT OBSOLETE. However, like Snapchat's filters the use of Instagram filters raise questions about the implication of digitally altering one's appearance. As Baker (2020) highlighted in her paper, such filters possess such problematic nature, as they often perpetuate unrealistic beauty standards and contribute to feelings of insecurity and body dissatisfaction. The widespread use of Instagram filters calls for a critical examination of their impact on self-image and the pressures they impose on individuals to conform to unattainable ideals.

Let's face it, social media is a highlight reel. Everyone is posting their best angles, their most envy-inducing experiences, and of course, their most flawlessly filtered faces. Enter Augmented Reality (AR) filters, those playful (or deceptive?) tools that can smooth wrinkles faster than a Botox convention, and reshape noses with the precision of a digital Michaelangelo. The pressure to keep up with this filtered reality is real, folks. An article published by The Guardian even coined the term "Instagram Dysmorphia" to describe the dissatisfaction some users experience due to constant comparison with unrealistic online portrayals (Hales, 2023).

But hold on a sec, before banishing filters to the social media underworld, let's acknowledge their potential for fun and self-expression. These filters can be a creative outlet, a way to play with different aesthetics and unleash your inner digital artist. Think of those hilarious dog face swaps, or the trippy, psychedelic effects that turn your morning coffee into an intergalactic portal (do not worry, I will not judge if that is your aesthetic).

Moreover, forget 5 AM makeup routines! Coy-Dibley (2019) reveals a world where Instagram filters transform selfies into ethereal masterpieces. Imagine eyes bigger than UFOs and cheekbones sharper than Greek statues - all with a tap! These filters are not just vanity, they are tools for survival in the digital jungle, letting you create content that screams "flawless" (Coy-Dibley, 2019). So next time you see a picture-perfect post, remember: it might be more pixels than reality. But hey, who needs real diamonds when you can have filtered ones that sparkle just as bright?

References

Barker, J. (2020). Making-up on mobile: The pretty filters and ugly implications of Snapchat. Fashion, Style & Popular Culture, 7(2), 207–221. https://doi.org/10.1386/fspc_00015_1

Coy-Dibley, I. (2016). “Digitized Dysmorphia” of the female body: the re/disfigurement of the image. Palgrave Communications, 2(1). https://doi.org/10.1057/palcomms.2016.40

Hales, L. (2023). “Why would you find me attractive?”: the body disorder that needs more attention. The Guardian. https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2023/oct/29/why-would-you-find-me-attractive-the-body-disorder-that-needs-more-attention

Javornik, A., Marder, B., Barhorst, J. B., McLean, G., Rogers, Y., Marshall, P., & Warlop, L. (2022). “What lies behind the filter?” Uncovering the motivations for using augmented reality (AR) face filters on social media and their effect on well-being. Computers in Human Behavior, 128(107126), 107126. https://doi.org/10.1016/j.chb.2021.107126

LaConte, S. (2018). Somebody Edited Steve Harvey’s Face To Make A Point About Instagram And OMG It’s Too Real. BuzzFeed. https://www.buzzfeed.com/stephenlaconte/steve-harvey-edited-facetune-face-instagram

[sizzlingsesame]

National Pet Day

On April 11, 2022, our office held its very first National Pet Day and allowed us to bring our pets. Although considered as an unofficial holiday in our country, National Pet Day is globally celebrated every 11th of April. It aims to dedicate a day to recognize animal companionship, encourage individuals to give extra attention to their pets, and to confirm that coexistence between humans and some animals is possible.

The abovementioned activity is also one of our office’s initiatives to assist our agency’s HR in identifying and implementing possible interventions to help us cope with the COVID-19 pandemic. As a response to the call of a top official, we suggested to explore the possibility of bringing support/therapy pets in the office. The target date was set just in time for the National Pet Day.

We also supported our suggestion with the findings from the Journal of Patient Experience. According to the research on “Why Companion Animals Are Beneficial During COVID-19 Pandemic” authored by Hunjan and Reddy (2020), pets can

…help boost the immune system of individuals and release many helpful biochemicals in our brains and bodies which will aid our journey through this pandemic. These interactions keep the humans and companion animals engaged, while being beneficial too. They help an individual stay healthy and happy in these uncertain times, while providing an additional source of respite from their daily stressors. (Hunjan & Reddy, 2020)

Hunjan, U.G. & Reddy, J. (2020). Why Companion Animals Are Beneficial During COVID-19 Pandemic. Journal of Patient Experience. DOI: https://doi.org/10.1177/2374373520938904

In compliance with the memo and in celebration of the National Pet Day, I brought one of our pets to the office. It was given to me by our boss ‘cause the poor cat needs to be adopted; its original master had left the country for abroad. Based from the colors of its eyes and hair coat, I think it’s a Seal Point Siamese Cat. Please correct me if I’m wrong.

Our Seal Point Siamese Cat is female, around two years old. She’s not used to human interaction. She’s afraid yet well-behaved. She didn’t destroy a thing when I brought her to our office. She just stayed inside an open shelf located below my desk. Typical to feline stereotypes, she’s moody and aloof; apologies to my colleague and her husky that was “slapped” by our Seal Point Siamese Cat. Aside from fear, I guess she’s not comfortable when her personal space is being invaded by strangers, especially by dogs.

Despite the little fuss, my overall experience of our office’s very first National Pet Day celebration was fun. Our Seal Point Siamese Cat was quiet, tamed, and stayed in an open shelf the whole day. Like other cats, she just stared at nothingness most of the time. The only downside of this experience was, she pooped inside my car not once but twice. Meow!

I missed our Seal Point Siamese Cat when I went to our office yesterday. We’re not really “close” but, I missed her presence. It was such a solace just by looking at her resting (or perhaps she’s judging and cursing me in her mind) inside the open shelf below my desk. Despite her snobbish and superior attitude, she’s truly a stress-reliever that provides priceless joy and emotional support—not only during this COVID-19 pandemic but also in everyday lives.

P.S. Methinks… cats can sense sadness, too? 🤔

[anime-lover-forever-1127]

Survival Tip: When Asking Klaus Mikaelson To Kill Someone, Just Make Sure The Said Someone, Isn't Caroline Forbes {Klaroline}

Survival Tip: When Asking Klaus Mikaelson To Kill Someone, Just Make Sure The Said Someone, Isn't Caroline Forbes

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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued

I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. Nor do I own "Originals", which belongs to its rightful creator Julie Plec, Michael Narducci, Leslie Morgenstein, Gina Girolamo. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries" and "Originals". Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out.

Warnings: Gemini Coven Bashing, Mass murder, None of the Amary or Rayna B.S.

Word Count: 1.5 K

Requested By: No One

Summary: To protect the twins, Caroline, Enzo, Bonnie, Alaric, Damon, Stefan, and the Heretic's begin hunting down the remaining Gemini Coven members. One of the few desperate survivors runs to Klaus for help begging him to help take care of this problem and 'return' the twins to the coven- (Do I really need to say more?)

*****

Today's Special

Pro Tip:

In the event of a tornado or other such natural disaster, place weiners and/or cheese slices in your pockets so the search dogs can find you first.

~ Unknown

(Odd - But makes sense)

*****

Klaus and Kol were out drinking, when a frantic looking woman walked into the bar. Kol was the first to notice her, instantly registering her as a witch.

The hybrid sensed her as well, but refused to look up from his sketch, even when the women bagan walking towards them. Only when she was right in front of them, did he glance at her.

The pale woman looked like she hadn't slept soundly in days, her skin looked clammy, with dark circles underneath her eyes. Judging by her worn down clothes, he easily concluded that is running from someone.

"I'm looking for the Mikaelsons. Do you know where they are?" She asked, shifting on her feet.

Kol smirked, "Right in front of you darling. Kol Mikaelson, and that love sick artist is my brother, the hybrid."

Klaus growled, and sat the sketch down so he could glare properly at his brother, and picked up his drink.

The woman's heartbeat speeded up as she glanced at them nervously, "I need your help."

Kol smirked, well Klaus glanced up at the ceiling board, clearly not in the mood for this. There was a lovely painting of a blond goddess, at home, beginning to be completed. Yet here he was, sketching drafts that repeatedly failed to capture her genuine beauty and were unable to reflect even an ounce of her light.

It wasn't uncommon for the originals to grant various favors, all at a price of course.

"What's your name darling?" Kol asked.

"Sara. Sara Parker." She answered.

"The Gemini." Kol nodded. "And what exactly do you need Sara?"

"A year ago, most of my coven was wiped out. But before they went, they were able to save the last pair of twins by implanting them into a vampire. But now she's refusing to give them back. Furthermore, her and her friends have started hunting the remaining of us down. I want them dead, and the twins returned to the coven, as they should be." Sara requested.

Kol laughed, "Quite a situation. I wasn't even sure vampires could carry to term. I tried to do something similar once, but the woman died."

"She only survived because she had witches on her side. It was difficult, but she lives. Why couldn't she have just died that day." Sara cursed.

Klaus shrugged casually, "Well that's on you. It's your fault that you lost them. Why should we help?"

Kol snickered, "Come on Nik. It'll be fun. You know nothing brings us together more than murder."

Klaus sighed, "Fine. Why not." He shot down his drink and got up.

If Sara had only looked down at the table, she would have known that she should have given up on the twins and warned her coven to run as far away as possible. But she didn't, and as a result she missed the perfect sketch of the baby vampire who was a newly made mother.

*****

The originals followed Sara as she led them to the current location of the twins, a beach house in California.

Sara confidently strolled into the house, where Nora, Damon, and Stefan were sitting over a map with various red dots, and a few green ones. There was a list next to them with several names crossed out. A system created by Caroline to ensure that there wouldn't be any risk of the Gemini coven ever coming back.

Klaus instantly stopped as he saw the Salvatores, well Kol's grin widened. The brothers automatically assumed that the one who got implanted must have been the doppelganger, it was the only reason they could imagine for both the Salvatore brothers to get involved.

The hybrid instantly began rearranging his plan, if the doppelganger was really the one who gave birth, he could always compel all of them, and take the twins away, but, Caroline, for some reason was still fond of them, so that plan was quickly scrapped.

So he'd need to kill Sara and put out a word to keep the Gemini coven away. Because no doubt, the doppelganger would once again drag Caroline into her mess, and it would be best to warn any witches idiotic enough to attack her, to keep their distance. Even if it meant protecting the doppelganger as well.

Sara, unaware of what was brewing in the hybrid's mind, smirked confidently, "I'm giving you exactly three second to bring the twins out, before it gets messy."

Damon smirked back, and even Stefan let out a chuckle, confusing Nora. Stefan shot the heretic a resauring look, as Damon answered, "Sure. Let me bring them, and their mother."

This confused the Mikaelson's and the witch. Klaus and Kol both assumed they'd do everything to keep Elena away, well Sara didn't expect them to give up this essay.

"Caroline," Damon called, "Could you come in here with YOUR children for a sec."

Klaus felt his breath caught as he heard Damon refer to the children as Caroline. He still couldn't believe it, until a second later his senses were hit with the strong scent of citrus, with honey, as Caroline stepped into the room. Her arms cradling two little girls, dressed in matching outfits.

Kol cursed underneath his breath. This so was not with the mess it would create. He could already tell there would be no saving the Gemini coven now.

Damon smirks at the witch, "You clearly didn't tell them who the vampire that gave birth was, did you?" And for extra measure, he added, "Did you also forget to mention that she nearly died giving birth, and throughout the pregnancy as the babies nearly siphoned all the magic keeping her alive away?" He said, purposely adding oil to the burning fire that was Klaus' anger.

Stefan glared at his brother, before grabbing him and flashing away, Nora quikly following his lead.

Kol, who's now clearly done with this, decided to leave as well. He could always tease his brother later.

If the mystic fall's gang was here, then he was willing to bet that he would find their resident witch around as well. No way Bonnie would leave her friend alone so soon after she just gave birth.

Sara, being the only one unable to get the hint, was the only one who stuck around. She looked around confused, failing to realize that there was no saving the Gemini coven. The one she had brought as her shield, was truly Caroline's sword - willing to cut down all that stood in her way.

Klaus glanced at the map on the table, "I'm assuming the map was your idea?" He smirked, a teasing tone taking over his anger as he was once again in the baby vampire's presence.

"Please, who else could pull this off?" Caroline asked, raising an eyebrow.

Klaus smiled, pleased to see her back a little straighter, and her shoulders a little higher. Motherhood was clearly good for her. "Oh, I have no doubt that you are the brains behind the oppernation. I doubt the mystic falls scooby gang would be able to even run a lemonade stand without you."

"Still planning on shutting this down?" Caroline asked, teasingly.

Klaus walked closer to her, until the only thing stopping their chests from touching were the twins cradled in the women's arms.

"How could I?" He smirked, "I was actually looking around to see where I could sign up." He added, innocently. "I hear the boss is quite difficult to please.

Caroline huffed, but couldn't stop the corner of her lips from turning up fondly. "You can start by cleaning up the trash you brought in." She nodded towards Sara. "God knows I already have enough to clean with twins. I don't have the time to clean up after you."

*****

Extended, (Alternate - ?) Ending

Caroline huffed, but couldn't stop the corner of her lips from turning up fondly. "You can start with that one." She was about to walk out, before she turned around and added, "The next meeting is at two."

Klaus raised an eyebrow, "Two?"

"It's the only time I can get Josie to nap and Lizzie refuses to sleep without her sister. So it's the only time I'm free." The mother's eyes narrowed, "Got a problem with that?

"Of course not love." Klaus chuckled lightly.

"Good. Don't be late."

*****

Someone asked if there would be a part 2 for my last one shot (TVD Ep. 4x09), and the answer is no. As for my other stories, I honestly have no idea when their second parts will be coming out.

Klaus & Caroline (Klaroline) ● Secret Love Song

I seriously suggest giving this video a try. It felt like I was watching an angsty, amazing, Klaroline fanfic. It was wonderfully edited.

Anyways,

KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!

[rreyie]

sheets

summary- you think it’s about time to explore sex in your relationship. but will levi agree?

warnings- smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, dacryphilia, a little usage of pet names at the end

a/n- this fic is just basically canon levi if he was hornier, isayama confirmed he is in fact a sub so i’m doing what i can with that information

*this work is a part of the 500 follower milestone special

bringing up this conversation wasn’t easy.

you had been dating levi for about a year now, since the rumbling had stopped. you two talked about getting married, buying a house, but somehow he had always seemed to avoid the topic of sex.

you knew he went through some stuff during his childhood which made him a little apprehensive to engaging in any physical contact. you were understanding of this and took things slow, which he seemed to appreciate. you’ve only suggested it once, but even then levi seemed oblivious to the fact that you were ready for the next step in your relationship.

you had eventually come to the conclusion that if you wanted this, you needed to be upfront with it and tell him directly what you needed.

you decided to make a move one night when you two were about to settle down for the night. levi was drinking a cup of tea while reading a rather large novel. he licked a finger and turned the page as you came walking into the bedroom.

“hey levi”, you say, climbing into bed next to him. “whatcha readin’?”

his head turned up to you, calm gaze meeting yours as he shut the book. “just something i found on the bookshelf. thought it would be interesting to read something other than documents relating to the war.”

you nodded and pulled the plush grey comforter over your body until it came up to your chest, and snuggled into levi’s body. you could feel him tense up a little bit, but then wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in closer.

gradually, you scooted your backside to the point where you were laying on his lap, head resting on his toned chest. the arm that was once wrapped around you was now resting on your head, fingers gliding though your hair. he placed a soft kiss on your head, and rubbed it.

you returned the favor, peppering small kisses along his jawline and on his cheeks. his face was rather cold, but you had gotten used to the feeling since you started to date him. you took a hand and brushed his raven hair out of the way of his forehead and kissed above his eyebrow and on his forehead. he moved his face so that his lips aligned with yours and pressed the back of your forehead so that lips would crash with his. levi had not always been a good kisser, but he learned once you told him what to do.

the kiss got deeper and deeper until you two were practically making out, something that rarely occurred between you two because he thought that making out was too sloppy for him. his tongue fought with yours, soft lips continuously bashing up against yours.

you pull away from the kiss, a look of discontent on levi’s face as he pulls you in again.

“wait, levi...” you say. “i-i wanted to try something new, only if you’re okay with it.”

his brows furrowed, and he sat himself up so that his back was against the headboard. “what?”

“well, i was thinking that we could take this a step further- only if you’re comfortable. i don’t want to make you scared or anything.” you could feel your cheeks begin to warm, but levi’s face was pale and for the most part emotionless as always.

he raised an eyebrow to this. “what exactly are you suggesting, y/n?”

you sigh, and take a deep breath. you anticipated that he wouldn’t know what you were talking about. but now that the time had finally come to be clear with your request, butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“i want to have sex.”

his silver eyes widened, and he took his hands off of you but still let you remain in the position you were in. that was an indication that he wasn’t too mad.

“well, i uh...” he stammered. “i haven’t really thought about it, actually i’ve never thought about it. it sounds gross-“

“oh okay then. i’ll go to bed then-“

“wait, no.” he interrupted. “i never said i didn’t want to. i just don’t know how...”

“that’s alright”, you say, straddling his hips. “i’ll show you what to do. just sit back and relax.”

you press a kiss to his lips once more before focusing your attention on his crotch covered by his thin pair of pajama pants. you slip a hand down into them just so your fingers grazed upon his cock.

“ah, oh god-“ levi chokes. your hand retreats.

“what’s wrong? did i hurt you..?”

“no...” he says. “i’m just- just not used to being touched like that.. please just keep going.”

you nodded and proceeded to move your curious fingers in between where his groin and boxers met, slipping your hand through his boxers where you could feel him. his cock was hot, throbbing and pulsating though his skin. you could see him wince, but that only made you go further.

you pulled his pants and boxers completely down so he was exposed. taking his length in your hand, you pump him slowly to try and get him hard. his tip began to become more prominent, the head turning a nice shade of red. a bead of white began to leak from his tip. you smeared it around, making him fist the sheets eagerly. he mumbled a few curses under his breath.

“enjoying that?” you ask in a half teasing voice. this made him flash a warning glare at you. you never knew that he would enjoy a handjob this much, being the one who was grossed out by the idea of intercourse.

he wasn’t necessarily a large guy down there, hence being malnourished as a child. but you weren’t going to judge yet, you haven’t even gotten to get him inside of you.

you figured that you had been fisting him long enough that he probably wanted something more that the hand, so you lowered your head down to his groin and put your tongue right on the tip. it was hot underneath the slippery flesh of your tongue, but that was exactly how you liked it. you gently licked him starting from the bottom of his throbbing shaft up, making a groan slip from his mouth. your head shot up instantly, smirking at the sight of levi panting even though you’ve done almost nothing.

you continue and begin to slide your mouth around his cock, and his eyes began to roll into the back of his head. it was almost funny how sensitive he was, seeing how his tongue started to hang out of his mouth as you continued to envelope him.

“f-fuck...” he whined. you chuckled, sending the vibrations through his cock and making him thrust his hips into you, tip hitting the back of your throat. you lifted your head up from him and coughed, levi pouting because you had stopped your ministrations.

“ready to actually get into it?” you ask him, beginning to unbutton your shirt. his eyes were half-lidded, likely as a result of the pleasure he was just immersed in. a little bit of drool hung out of his mouth, cheeks heated and a shade of red. he looked so pretty like this, all fucked out even though you’ve only blown him for all of five minutes.

his gaze focused on your chest as you slid out of your nightshirt. he had seen you naked plenty of times before, but it seemed to just feel different tonight. perhaps less innocent then the past few times.

“lay down for me, and just relax”, you say to him as he nods and lays himself down on the mattress of your bed. you pushed your panties to the side to reveal your mound, already somewhat wet from the past activity. levi gulped and grabbed your hips to drag them on top of his.

“if anything i do is uncomfortable, please just tell me”, you said as you began to sink down on his length. his grey eyes rolled into the back of his head, grabbing the sheets even harder than before.

“ah-oh fuck-“ he groaned. his words were strained as if someone was choking him. but your hands weren’t on his throat, they were intertwined with his to have something to hold on to. it made it seem more intimate, more close than you two have ever been.

you started to bounce yourself on his lap, feeling him slide between your walls. though he wasn’t necessarily well endowed, he still managed to fit nice and snug inside of you.

“h-how’s it feel, love?” you ask him. but he can’t speak right now, since the new sensations are taking over his body. his balls are starting to tighten, blood rushing to his dick. “i get it baby boy, you’re feeling new things.”

all of a sudden, you see a little tear drop from his left eye and run down the heated flesh of his cheek. a barely audible sob escapes his lips, jet black hair all in his face and splayed out on the pillow.

“oh... you’re crying?” you ask, a soothing tone in your voice, but you don’t stop your bouncing. “it’s alright.” you take your thumb and place it on his cheek, wiping the tear away.

“j-j-just feels... so good...” he stutters, voice cracking with each word.

“i know, i know”, you coo. “i’m taking good care of you. just try- try to relax.”

your pace quickens and his grip around your hands seems to tighten, another moan failing to stifle from his mouth. his moans were so goddamn pretty, they weren’t like most men. they were gentle and quiet, breathy and somewhat high pitched. well fuck, what else did you expect? he’s always pretty.

“think i’m- m’ gonna cum” he gasps. and to be honest, you were about to as well.

“i know baby, but can you wait a moment? just for me?” you ask. “just gotta- oh my god, right there-!” you yelp as you tilt your angle and find out exactly where levi can hit your sweet spot.

the repeated motions are enough to send you over the edge, making you twitch as levi lets out another cry and spills himself into you, not even caring to pull out. his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, a bit of drool at the tip. he was like a dog, completely at your mercy.

after you’ve come down from your high, you take a look at how levi was holding up. a sweet smile forms on your face as you notice how he is, panting with cum littering his abdomen.

laying down next to him, you brush a few strands of hair out of his pale face. his tired, hooded eyes look up to you, an amazed expression painted on his face.

“you did so well. i’m proud, levi”, you say sweetly, placing a kiss on his soft lips.

he kissed you back briefly, but the moment soon was cut short after he realized how much cum was everywhere. he shot up from his position and immediately sprung off the bed.

“levi what are you-“

“fuck, there’s cum absolutely everywhere”, he groaned. “get these sheets in the laundry while i clean up. then hop in with me, we’re gonna sleep on the couch tonight, alright?”

you giggle. though you did like levi when he was all sweet and submissive, you had to admit that you did miss his bossy side.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Make A Scene

AMHL – Masterlist

Dick immediately noticed when Y/N started getting quieter and quieter as they got closer and closer to the venue.

Bruce had hired a driver to pick them up from their apartment in Gotham. And the car had gone quiet now. 

Dick reached over to gently hold her hand.

“Nervous?” He asked.

Y/N shrugged, not really seeing the point in trying to lie to her boyfriend.

“This isn’t your first rodeo, ya know.”

She gave him a look. “You know that wasn’t the same.” Her eyes flickered to the driver. “I wasn’t exactly…myself. And I wasn’t your girlfriend.”

Also, tonight they didn’t have the security and comfort of being at Wayne Manor.

No, instead this particular event was being held at the ballroom of Gotham’s most extravagant five-star hotel. It was a party for Wayne Enterprises, not a personal charity or party of the Wayne family.

Bruce had kindly asked Dick and Y/N to attend when board members and business partners started asking if the whole family would be attending. Jason hadn’t answered anyone’s calls or texts about it. None of them expected him to show up. Tim had to attend since he worked for Wayne Enterprises. And Damian…Well, Damian was his father’s son and not yet an adult. He basically had to do whatever Bruce asked of him while he lived under his roof.

“I’m not gonna leave your side,” Dick promised.

He squeezed her hand to further emphasize it.

Their car pulled up to the carpet at the bottom of the stairs.

There had to be a hundred journalists and photographers, along with random civilians who had nothing better to do than to see Gotham’s elite get out of cars and walk into a hotel.

Dick took in a deep breath.

Thankfully the car’s windows were tinted and protected them from any onlookers.

“Ready?” He asked her.

She nodded.

Dick opened the door and ignored the screams and flashes as he carefully helped Y/N out of the car with his offered hand. He also shielded her from the photographers to give her a moment to get out and adjust herself before they could capture any photos of her.

“Mr. Grayson! Mr. Grayson! Who is your mystery girlfriend?” Someone yelled.

Sometimes Y/N forgot that Dick was somewhat of a celebrity in Gotham City through association.

It wasn’t like people were asking for selfies everywhere he went. Or that the paparazzi were following his every move.

But in Gotham, people took note of where Dick Grayson went and who he was with.

And everyone noticed he’d had the same woman on his arm for quite some time now.

Even though Y/N and Dick had been dating for over a year, the media still couldn’t figure out Y/N’s identity. 

What they didn’t realize was that she controlled every single piece of information about herself that lived on the internet.

They didn’t stand a chance. 

Dick smiled and waved at people who called his name. But his hand other hand never left Y/N’s as he helped her up the stairs.

“Who are you wearing?” A female journalist yelled at Y/N.

She ignored them and focused on getting up the stairs without tripping and face planting. Not that Dick would ever let that happen.

However, she knew her outfit was going to draw gazes.

Y/N had made a promise to herself that if she was going to be forced to attend events like this with Dick, then she was going make a statement. People were already going to be staring at her, so she figured she might as well give them something good to stare at.

Instead of wearing a typical cocktail and formal dress, Y/N wore a full men’s suit that was tailored to perfection, but with the bowtie undone. It was what the fashion magazines would describe as “androgynous” in the press tomorrow morning.

Y/N wanted to control her own narrative. And she’d rather be judged for her bold decisions than just her trying to blend in.

Bruce insisted on paying for all the boys’ date’s dresses – in this case, suit – if they happened to bring one. He always thought it was more of an incentive for them to attend these terrible events if he encouraged them to bring significant others. And the press always had a field day with it, which only helped throw people of their trail when it came to their secret lives as vigilantes.

Everyone kept screaming Dick’s name as they walked in, and Y/N wondered how he got so good at smiling through the chaos and ignoring them.

Once they were inside, Dick felt the tension leave Y/N’s body a bit.

“Alcohol?” He offered with a smirk.

“Yes, please.”

He nodded, knowing it was exactly what she needed.

Quickly, he grabbed two champagne flutes off a passing waiter.

They clinked glasses.

Then he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Thank you for being my date.”

Y/N smiled at his sincerity.

Dick sighed before he threw back the champagne, “The quicker we find Bruce and prove we were here, the sooner we can leave.”

“Try not to sound so excited,” she laughed darkly.

Suddenly felt a small human wrap around her thighs.

Y/N gasped in excitement, “Dami!”

Dick smiled as he looked down at his 10-year-old brother hugging his girlfriend.

“Dick gave me the drawing you made for us. It’s so beautiful. I’m trying to find the perfect frame for it,” she told the boy.

Damian beamed with pride at that.

Suddenly the boy started asking a million questions about Stoker, one of his kittens that he’d given to them to take care of when Bruce gave a limit to how many cats Damian was allowed to have in the manor.

Then, to Dick’s shock, he saw Jason slowly walk over to them with his hands in his pant pockets.

He was not at all dressed nice enough for the event. No suit jacket. No tie. His white button-up shirt wrinkled, messily tucked into his pants, and with two many buttons undone. The sloppiness of it all clearly wasn’t an issue with the women, seeing as all of them were ogling Jason.

“Todd,” Damian greeted coldly, pausing his conversation with Y/N, who whipped around at the name.

“Hey, you,” Y/N smiled as she went to greet him.

Jason gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek and a quick hug.

“I really didn’t think you were coming,” Dick told his brother.

“Well, I wasn’t. But I got a business engagement.”

Y/N and Dick shared a confused look.

“What do you mean?” Dick asked.

“I found my neighbor crying on her fire escape a few nights ago. Apparently… one of the finance bros of Wayne fucking Enterprises was everything but a gentleman to her.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in realization. “J, I already took care of that.”

“I know,” Jason nodded as his eyes scanned the room. He was clearly on a personal mission tonight. “You deleted the evidence. I am teaching him a lesson.”

Dick slowly put together what they were implying.

“Oh, please don’t make a scene, Jason.” Dick begged him.

Because he knew Bruce wouldn’t be dealing with the aftermath; it would be him.

“Don’t worry!” Jason laughed. "I’m gonna take him outside before I beat the shit out of him. No one here will even notice. It’ll be fine,” Jason assured him as he gave Dick a far too heavy slap on the back.

“Just tell Bruce and he’ll get him fired,” Dick tried to convince him to take the less violent route.

“Oh, we already did,” Y/N muttered.

Dick’s gaze shot to his girlfriend.

“He’s getting fired on Monday,” she clarified sheepishly.

“Since when do the two of you work together behind my back?” Dick accused them.

But he wasn’t actually mad about anything – maybe just a little bit bitter.

Jason opened his mouth.

“I swear to God, Jason, if you say ‘club business,’ I will lose it…” Dick warned.

Y/N tried to hide her smile.

“Got him,” Jason growled as he glared at someone on the other side of the room.

As soon as he left them, Dick gave Y/N his full attention.

“Seriously?” He accused.

“I’m sorry! He asked me for a favor and I was happy to do it once I realized what it was,” Y/N defended.

Dick pouted a little. Mostly because he hated being left out.

“Don’t worry, ya big baby. I’m still your ‘guy in the chair’ and no one else’s,” she teased before giving him a kiss, immediately wiping the lipstick off his lips.

“How come Jason gets to beat up people at events like this, but I’m expected to behave like a well-trained dog?” Damian mumbled.

Dick sighed and shook his head.

“Jason likes to think he’s a lone wolf who doesn’t have to play by the rules,” Y/N tried to comfort the boy.

To distract Damian from getting further into how unfair it was, Y/N asked him to show her more of his drawings.

This seemed to please Damian and he pulled his phone out, flipping through photos and showing Y/N his recent sketches.

With Y/N being entertained by his youngest brother, Dick decided to go to the bar and get the two of them a stronger drink and maybe get a kiddie cocktail for Damian. He’d pretend to be patronized and annoyed by it, but Dick knew better.

He patiently waited for the bartender’s attention. 

“So Gotham’s Golden Boy really has returned…” a husky voice uttered beside him at the bar.

Dick glanced over to see a beautiful woman close to his age eyeing him.

It was clear what she wanted. Dick used tactics like this on countless missions.

“So I have,” he answered.

He was polite, but distant.

Women hitting on him at events like this was nothing new. To Gotham, Dick Grayson was a Bruce Wayne 2.0 – younger, just as charming and handsome as his mentor and stand-in father figure. 

Dick knew how to play the game. But he never had any interest in casual relationships like Bruce did.

“Back for good?” The woman persisted.

“My girlfriend and I are just in town for a few weeks,” he answered before ordering his drinks with the bartender finally.

“Oh, brought up the girlfriend rather quickly,” she laughed.

Dick quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”

“No, it’s just…my friends and I had a bet going.”

Then she pointed to a group of three young women, who were giggling and smiling, not even trying to pretend like they weren’t watching them closely.

“Oh, yeah?” Dick asked, already tired of this conversation.

--

Jason had already rejoined Y/N and Damian.

Y/N looked down to see his knuckles red with irritation and bruised.

“Please tell me there’s not a corpse in the alley behind this hotel now…” Y/N sighed.

“No,” Jason answered coldly. “Though there fucking should be.”

“What did he do?” Damian asked curiously, clearly he hadn’t been listening to their earlier conversation that closely.

Y/N shifted her weight in discomfort, not sure how to handle the subject with the boy. Yes, Damian was far more mature than many grown men, but he was still just a kid. There were some things Y/N felt like they should at least try to protect him from still. 

“He got my neighbor too drunk to consent, filmed them having sex without her knowing it, and then showed it to a bunch of people at their work,” Jason answered bluntly.

Damian’s brow furrowed, clearly thinking long and hard about what his brother just told him.

After a moment, the boy perked up, “I know where we could hide the body so even father won’t find out.”

“Damian!” Y/N scolded.

But Jason was beaming.

Y/N looked around for Dick, hoping to find another sane person to stop the two boys from actually murdering anyone tonight.

But when she finally spotted him, she saw a woman standing far too close to Dick and pointing to a group of girls who flirtatiously waved and winked at both of them.

“Real cute,” Y/N muttered to herself.

“Vultures,” Damian growled as he followed her gaze.

“Jason, if I leave you alone with Damian, are you going to kill someone?” She asked without taking her eyes off her boyfriend.

“I don’t need to be watched,” Damian groaned.

“No, I need you to watch Jason to make sure he doesn’t change his mind about keeping that asshole alive.”

“Fine,” Damian whined.

Without any further confirmation, Y/N left them. 

She walked across the party on a mission, never taking her stare off of her boyfriend.

Dick did a double take when he noticed her heading towards him.

“Hey,” he greeted innocently.

Because he was innocent. All he’d done was be polite to a bunch of women who were after him for his name…and maybe his good looks.

“I was wondering where my drink was,” Y/N said with a surprising calmness and smile.

Then she turned to the woman. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be a friend of Dick’s.” 

She held her hand out.

No cattiness. No rudeness.

Y/N said it with the same kindness that drunk women having with other drunk women in bar bathrooms.

“Oh…I’m Irina,” the woman stuttered as she took Y/N’s offered hand, clearly confused by Y/N’s niceness.

Dick held out her drink.

Y/N took it, quickly clinked her glass with both Dick and Irina.

“Cheers,” she sang before tossing it back and chugging the drink that was meant to be slowly sipped.

Dick didn’t know what game his girlfriend was playing, but he was intrigued.

Once Y/N lightly placed her empty glass back on the bar, she turned to Dick and tilted her head to the side. “Could you show me to the bathrooms? I have no idea where they are.”

“Of course,” Dick answered without knowing where this was going.

“It was nice meeting you, Irina,” Y/N told the woman as she linked her fingers with Dick’s and guided him away.

—

Meanwhile, Jason watched the interaction as if he were watching an award-winning movie. Him and Damian were way too far to hear, but everyone in the bat family could read lips more than fluently.

Then Jason smirked as he watched Y/N drag Dick away.

“Boys,” Bruce greeted as he snuck up on the two of them. “What are we staring at?”

“Oh, you know,” Jason hummed with hilarity, “just watching Y/N assert her dominance.”

“Good for her,” Bruce grinned as he realized what was happening.

He moved his attention to his youngest boy. “Alfred is waiting outside with the car. You’re officially released from your duties.”

“Finally,” Damian groaned.

“Don’t you wanna say bye to Y/N?” Jason asked.

“They’re coming to the manor tomorrow afternoon,” Bruce answered for his son. Then he raised a brow at Jason. “You’re welcome to join us.”

Jason’s only response was a shrug.

Bruce tried to hide his disappointment and nodded before he guided Damian away and walked him outside, where Alfred was waiting.

10 minutes later, Jason saw Dick trailing behind Y/N as she walked back to the main area of the event.

Jason burst out laughing at the spectacle. 

Dick’s hair was an absolute mess. Half of his shirt was untucked. His jacket was draped over his forearm. His lips were swollen and pink. Y/N had left lipstick all over his neck and even a bit on the collar of his shirt.

Yet somehow not a single hair was out of place on Y/N and her makeup was still immaculate. Her outfit was just as sleek and clean as when she’d arrived. The only thing different was the proud smirk on her lips.

Clearly Y/N had just had her way with Dick.

But she wanted to make sure the whole party knew about it.

—

Y/N hadn’t said a word to Dick since she dragged him from that woman.

Her body did all the talking.

One second they were at the bathroom doors, the next Y/N had thrown him against the tiled wall after locking the bathroom door.

She gave no verbal explanation, just started kissing him and undoing his pants.

“Not that I’m complaining. Like, at all,” Dick laughed as they rejoined the party. “But wanna to tell me what that was all about?”

Y/N finally stopped walking and turned to face him with narrowed eyes. “I think you know, Richard.”

Y/N only ever used his full first name to provoke and tease him. And he hated that it worked every single time.

Dick glanced around to see that everyone in their vicinity was eyeing them. Well, they were mostly eyeing him and how it was clear he’d just been fucked in the bathroom.

He stepped close to her and lowered his voice, “Ohhh, I see how it is.” His eyes flickered down to her lips for a split second. “If a guy does that, he’s jealous and possessive. But if a woman does it, it’s sexy…”

Y/N proudly smiled like the cheshire cat. “Exactly.”

Something over his shoulder caught her attention. “Oh, I see Tim. I’m going to go say hi.”

Without hesitation, she brushed past him.

Dick let his head fall, put his hands on his hips, and laughed.

He’d pay her back later tonight. And by ‘pay her back,’ he would just tell her how incredibly hot her behavior had been and basically invite her to do it whenever she damn well pleased.

Dick felt a presence beside him, and he didn’t have to raise his head to know it was Bruce.

“Hey,” Dick greeted him nonchalantly.

“You have lipstick all over your neck,” Bruce told him as he took a sip of his drink and looked around the party. “And your zippers down.”

“Sure is,” Dick sighed.

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OK. This was way too fun to write. 

Let me know what you think!!!

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[thatshithurted8]

Out Of Character

Summary: In which JJ and the Pogues are left confused as to why you ran off with Barry’s money, but their worry only increases when they find you in a brand new hot tub at John B’s. 

Hey! I have another idea for a Jj imagine. What if the reader and jj are dating and instead of jj in the hot tub scene it’s the reader because her mom is abusing her. Requested by: @joshy-obx

Word Count: 2.1k 

Warnings: Mention of physical/verbal abuse, panic attack and injuries. 

Every member of the Pogues had their own respective roles, which made the group click so well. Kie was the mom of the group, always scolding the boys for doing something stupid while simultaneously giving out amazing advice. Pope was the smart and logical one, and despite him being the only one out of the group with a promising future he would do anything for his friends. John B was seemingly the leader of the five teenagers and he was known as being strong willed. He could get things done no matter what the risks were. JJ was the smart ass, but also the one who always got the group into trouble. No one could really relax around JJ as he was always causing trouble. And lastly there was you. Your role in the group was being the strong and optimistic one. When things got rough you were always the first one to look at the bright side, in fact none of the Pogues have ever seen you cry. 

So when you seemingly acted on pure impulse and adrenaline the rest of the Pogues were shocked and at a lack of words seeing you get defensive for stealing Barry’s money, causing you to ultimately run off with it. It wouldn’t be until later that night that they would understand the reasoning behind your actions. 

When you ran off naturally the Pogues searched for you since you were acting so out of character. However, JJ was the most worried. You two have been dating for the past year and have been friends for the last five. Over the years you and JJ have gotten extremely close so it alarmed him to see you act out. 

The four remaining Pogues plus Sarah all split up to look for you. Sarah and John B went together while Pope and Kie went off on their own as well. JJ went off by himself, making sure to check every spot he knew you would go to like where you guys went on your first date or where JJ would find you after you had a rough day at home and you needed to clear your head. Despite the groups efforts they couldn’t find you. 

Obviously JJ wasn’t going to give up on looking for you, but he hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning so he found himself walking up to the chateau. As he steps foot on the property the whole yard is illuminated by fairy lights strung throughout the trees. 

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, none of that stuff was there when they left this morning. The blonde rounds the corner and his heart drops when he sees you sitting in a brand new hot tub. 

“Y/N?” He calls out while walking over to you, his hunger being completely forgotten. 

“Yoo I’ve been waiting for you to get here!” You exclaim as your eyes fall onto your boyfriends figure. 

“What is all this?” The blonde asks reaching the hot tub while looking around at his surroundings. 

“I decided to get something nice for my family for once.” You slur. JJ looks around the hot tub and notices beer cans in the cup holders and some were even floating in the warm water. 

“Y/N you can’t be serious right? You stole money from a drug dealer and spent it on a fucking hot tub! He’s going to kill you.” JJ stresses, but you simply roll your eyes. 

Just as JJ was about to open his mouth to give you another lecture your attention moves to find the sound of a car door being shut. A smile appears on your face when you see your best friends Kie and Pope start to walk over to you two after Kie locked the car. 

“Hey what’s up guys!” You exclaim raising your arms above your head like a referee calling a field goal. 

“What the hell Y/N?” Kie asks as her and Pope make it over to JJ’s side who had his arms crossed over his chest and a furrow deep in his brow. Pope and Kie looked at JJ confused, but he only answered with a shrug, he was out of the loop as much as they were.

“I was hoping you guys would be coming! Hey look at this.” You say pressing a few buttons causing a disco ball above you that none of the Pogues noticed before to start spinning and the jets in the hot tub to splash upwards. 

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion when your friends don’t look amazed by the cool features in front of them. With that being said you really wanted to impress them and have them join you so with a swig of your beer you start to press random buttons hoping something cool would happen. 

“What the hell did she do?” Pope asks turning to JJ. 

“I don’t know man it was like this when I got here.” 

Kiara turns around to try and convince you to get out of the hot tub so they can understand what the hell happened and why you seemingly had a breakdown, but the sound of the screen door opening and closing causes you all to look over at the chateau. Your younger brother and sister run down the steps of the porch and race each other to the hot tub. This only causes JJ, Pope and Kie to become even more confused. It was a known fact that you didn’t allow the two kids to be out this late. After all you’ve been practically raising them since you were ten. 

“Y/N our movie finished can we come in?” Your brother Braxton asks dipping his hand into the warm water while your sister, Moira gave you puppy dog eyes.  

“Of course!” You exclaim while giggling, causing your siblings to turn around and race back into the chateau giggling, to get changed into their bathing suits. 

“Uh Y/N shouldn’t they be in bed?” Kie asks once the rambunctious kids were back inside and out of ear shot. 

“Who cares? My mom and step dad don’t and my dad doesn’t either so why should I?”

“What do you mean your dad doesn’t care?” JJ asks, the last time he checked your dad was living on the main land with your step mom and you guys were welcome to stay with him when ever. 

You simply roll your eyes and take another gulp of beer before throwing the now empty can somewhere in the yard. “I was going to ship Brax and Mo off to see my dad.” You slur while saying your siblings nicknames. 

“But when I called him all I got was voice mail. He says that we can come and visit when ever, but he doesn’t mean it. He’s too happy with his new family and we’d just ruin everything.” You recall sitting back into the warmth and jets of the tub while allowing your legs to float up, your toes poking out of the water. 

“Who cares right? Now we have this sick hot tub!” 

“You could’ve still got them plane tickets!” JJ exclaims, Kie cutting him off right after, “Or you could’ve donated the money to literally any charity!” 

“Or even give Barry the money back, he’s going to kill us you guys!” Pope stresses looking at everyone in the group. 

Annoyed with your boyfriend’s and best friends critiques to your actions you stand up quickly, water falling off of your body. “Well I didn’t okay! I spent the money on something my friends - no something my family can enjoy so if you guys are going to keep on judging me and my fucking decisions then leave!” 

Chills run up JJ’s spine at your speech and how your torso looked when you finally stood up. Along your stomach, especially around your rib cage were dark bruises and a few cuts. As Kie and Pope realize the damage done to your body as well, the yard falls silent except for the sound of crickets and the hot tubs jets. 

“Y/N.” JJ says softly stepping closer to the edge of the hot tub. He was filled with anger, knowing exactly who did this to you, but all he wanted to do was comfort you the same way you do when he endures a beating. 

Neither you or JJ notice Kie and Pope scurrying to the chateau’s porch to bring Braxton and Moira back inside who just came back out, clad in their swim suits. 

“It’s fine J.” You say, tears welling up in your eyes. 

Your boyfriend kicks off his boots and socks before stepping into the hot tub, not caring that his cargo shorts and the contents in the pockets were now wet. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you towards your chest. Once your cheek makes contact with his shirt you let the emotions that you have held in for so long out. 

JJ knew your home life wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t know it was this bad. You have always been so strong. Even when he would meet you at your special spot in the boneyard when you were having a rough night you never even implied that you were getting physically abused. Yes, he knew your coked up mom and step dad were both verbally abusive which was still horrible he had no idea things have gotten physical. A part of JJ felt as if he let you down since he had no inkling as to what was happening to you when you were at home, causing a part of his heart to break especially knowing you have been there bandaging up his cuts and scrapes from his father while your own bruises and injuries were healing themselves. 

“I just wanted to be a good sister for once and get them out of there, but it didn’t work nothing ever works.” 

“Hey hey look at me.” JJ says pulling back and holding your face in his large hands. “You are a great sister to Braxton and Moira. Without you they would have nothing. You are the best thing that has happened to them and they love you so much.” 

You simply look into your boyfriends eyes with tears falling down your face. Seeing you like this made JJ’s heartache. “You know that right?” He asks to make sure since you didn’t look too convinced from what he said. 

In all honesty you knew how much your siblings valued and loved you, but life was tough. You never signed up to be Moira’s and Braxton’s primary caregiver, especially at such a young age. Nonetheless you had to do what you had to do, you had to play with the cards you were dealt. However, at this point you were so tired. So tired of playing mom, balancing school, searching for the gold and being the brunt of the physical and verbal abuse from your mom and step dad. You wanted to give up, but the way JJ looked at you made you realize that you couldn’t.

Nodding your head yes you let out another sob before pulling JJ closer to you. 

- 

JJ walks out of his bedroom where you were currently sleeping, and he makes sure to close the door behind him quietly. He walks down the hallway into the living room where he found Kie, Pope, John B and Sarah. The rooms atmosphere felt tense as all the teenagers were concerned and worried for you. 

The blonde was successful in calming you down and getting you out of the hot tub after your emotional moment. He ran you a bath and bathed you while your body continued to tremor from the after shock of your panic attack. While he dried you off and bandaged your injuries John B and Sarah returned, confused as the other Pogues just an hour before. Kie explained to the couple what happened as Pope tiptoed out of John B’s room where Braxton and Moira were sleeping, he just got them to fall asleep. 

“How is she?” Sarah asks quietly, worry evident all over her face once she see’s JJ walk into the room. The rest of the Pogues look up at the blonde expectantly. 

“She’s as good as she can be right now.” JJ says quietly while walking over to the screen door where his boots were. The four teenagers watch him as he slips them on. 

“Where are you going?” John B asks.

“If Y/N wakes up tell her I’ll be back soon.” JJ says ignoring John B’s question before opening the door and walking down the steps of the front porch. 

JJ was going to make sure that your step dad and mom never laid a finger on you or your siblings ever again. 

- 

Question of the day: What is your “role” in your friend group? 

[theinvisibledreamergirl]

She’s thunderstorms

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Helena Craig) x M!OC (Clay Banner)

Words count: 2.5 k

Warning: 🔞 content/Language

Category: Angst/AU

A.N: Part two of A Triangle of Love Series. Events after the Sweet dreams, TN fic. Helen is the alter ego of Klaw Craig. Feel free to judge me because now that I’m re-reading it… it’s bullshit and I don’t know what to call this. Especially the song it’s not fitting duhhh. Going to log off after posting it. *sighs*

Song: “She’s thunderstorms” - Arctic Monkeys

MASTERLIST

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She’s thunderstorms

Lying on her front, up against the wall

She’s thunderstorms

Bryce Lahela was right.

She’s like a goddess that entered to this building and blessed my life when I made eye contact with her.

Indeed a blessing.

She was the most incredible woman and everyone would take a bow just for her hand and fulfill all the wishes she wanted.

He couldn’t feel his breath in that short moment when they exchanged looks. Did someone pause his heart and his body? Because surely he had multiple questions as his mind drifted into thoughts.

When did she come here? How did she find him? Where did she work before coming here? Is she alone? But if not, who was with her? The hair colour and style had changed too. From the straight dark brown with bangs had gone into long, wavy light ash blonde hair that seemed to make her a different person.

But her face was still like he left it. Her arched brows that made her confident; captivating eyes with determination; full and inviting lips that always gave him chills when she crooked them into a playful smirk; her strong and beautiful jaw that tilted whenever he teased her or touched with such delicacy that made her gasp into pleasure; her long neck… without his necklace. He almost scoffed. Of course she had taken it off. What was he expecting?

Their bodies pining in the wall in ecstasy and hearing her sounds...

I’ve been feeling foolish, you should try it

She came and substituted the peace and quiet for

Acrobatic blood, flow concertina

Cheating heartbeat, rapid fire

Everything.

He wanted to do everything.

Anytime and anywhere.

With her and only her.

When he saw her hand shaking with another one... he felt a pit into his stomach and a familiar feeling came into his brain.

Mine.

She’s thunderstorms

Lying on her front, up against the wall

She’s thunderstorms

Here is your host, sounds as if she’s pretty close

When the heat starts growing horns

She’s thunderstorms

That greatly but destructive feeling called jealousy was in his veins. He wanted to reach out and twirl her around and to whisper to her:

I’m sorry and I really missed you.

Instead he came with slow and confident steps as if his imagination vanished quickly without so noticing and a small professional smile appeared in his face and she seemed to understand it. One more reason why he loves her.

“Ah Clay here you are,” Simon spoke breaking his trip of memory lane. “I want to present you Dr. Helena Craig the surgeon who’s going to replace Edgar for a while. Helen this is Dr. Clay Banner our future cardiothoracic surgeon.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Dr. Banner… I have heard a lot about you.” It seemed like a lifetime since he had heard her angelic voice that was a symphony in his ears. He held his tears from falling and coughed to fight the strangle voice that was about to let out.

“A pleasure to meet you too Dr. Craig and I can say the same thing about you.”

Something inside of Helen was igniting.

Her flame.

That old flame which burnt her into many pieces and toyed with her body all of those times sharing with him. She couldn’t say that she didn’t miss him. The real him. The one she fell in love with. His adoring face, his soft hands, his broad shoulders where she leaned on and his assuring voice when she felt insecure.

She had mastered perfectly the art of acting and pretending to be satisfied with everything in her life. Little did those people in the room know how her heart was aching miserably and was shattering from disappointment and hurt from the very same man that was just two feet away.

But a baritone and irritating voice seemed to cut off all of that momentary darkness which in fact she thanked him in silence. “Done with the introductions? Great. We’ve got work to do.” Ethan turned his back and started to write in the whiteboard. “The patient is from Manhattan Presbyterian…”

While Ethan was explaining the symptoms, Helen held a transfixed face to all of the theories of her attending and unexpectedly to other colleagues, she started to ask questions which resulted helpful despite being a surgeon. Sometimes she shared thoughts with Clay and even agreeing with them. It was part of the job after all and Clay couldn’t help but feel proud for his woman.

Correction: his ex.

A past tense that he had to learn from now on. But deep inside of him there was a spark of hope that maybe… maybe things would get back to normal. And maybe she would forgive him.

The team was finally dismissed but only two people stayed. Ethan called Helen before she would leave and that made Clay’s blood boiled because all he wanted was to talk to her right after this meeting. He had to try one last card even though it was useless.

“Dr. Ramsey can we talk for a moment?”

“Is there anything wrong Dr. Banner?”

“No j-just,” he stuttered. “Q-questions about the team in general.”

“We will but after I finish a discussion with Dr. Craig if you don’t mind.”

Fuck you.

“Not at all Sir.” He closed the door reluctantly and sighed in defeat.

“What’s the matter Dr. Ramsey?” She asked although she knew damn well why he had called her.

“What are you doing here?” Ethan clasped his fingers as if to stop whatever his mind was blowing now. His ears were still echoing with her words whispering softly.

Thank you for the distraction. I really needed it.

“Starting my job,” she said innocently and shrugged. “Is it irrelevant?”

“Yes, it is,” he nodded and his feet was carrying him over her; something inevitable that no matter what, he couldn’t stop. “I don’t think all of this is a coincidence.”

“Well lucky for you now you’ll have the most trustworthy person in your team that won’t let you down.”

He scoffed while shaking his head. “I highly doubt your confidence.”

“Just wait and see.”

I’ve already seen you.

After their encounter last night Ethan couldn’t sleep. Many times of trying to change and find the perfect position led to nothing but drinking in the balcony that even his dog Jenner didn’t like it and cooed sadly to his owner. What was this woman doing to him? Why he felt so weak in front of her that immediately wanted to bend her over to his desk and scream his name?

“So,” she crossed her arms behind her waist. “How was I?”

He frowned in confusion and god she thought to herself why he had to be such handsome even in that moment. “Hm?”

“In making you feel surprised.”

“Ah that. Well you’ve clearly exceeded my expectations.”

“Wow. So I rendered you speechless then.”

Giggles were ringing in the walls and for the first time in a while Ethan Ramsey smiled at that. It was something so natural that came from her as other people didn’t get his dry humour but she... she was different. It was like a magnet that more and more you get closer, the more attached you become to her.

She’s been loop-the-looping around my mind

Her motorcycle boots give me this kind of

Acrobatic blood, concertina

Cheating heartbeat, rapid fire

He cleared his throat in purpose of changing the subject. “The reason why I called you,” he put his hand in his front pocket to reveal a tiny and shining object that seemed familiar to her. “Does this belong to you?

“Oh my god yes! This is my earring!” Helen exclaimed shockingly while grazing it with her thumb. Apparently had slipped when she whispered in his ear. “I was looking it all over my room but I couldn’t find it anywhere.” Her gaze now was turned back to him in gratefulness. “Thank you.”

Without thinking she closed their distance by enveloping him into a hug. This caught Ethan off guard but now he returned the hug back and closed his eyes while inhaling her perfume. She did the same too and in that moment both of them felt safe on each other’s arms as if they knew where they belonged. The world around them didn’t exist for a few seconds and both of them despite not saying out loud, they wanted to continue it.

She’s thunderstorms

Lying on her front, up against the wall

She’s thunderstorms

“It’s nothing.” He smiled politely when they separated.

“No this is not nothing. I owe you because this earring was really special to me.” She inhaled slowly while considering an option. Taking some risk wouldn’t hurt her? Right? “What do you say uhm- a drink? In this case I can apologise for yesterday’s… thing.”

“You have nothing to apologise for.”

“Sure I have, because to be completely honest Dr. Ramsey… I knew who you were.”

And here he thought that she was just another stranger that thankfully didn’t know him. Now he was feeling raged and betrayed because that meant she wanted to impress him only by her appearance and make a spot here on his team. His authoritative voice came back as if to maintain the last straw of himself.

“You did know who were you talking to?”

“Yeah I did. Now I’m speaking to my attending,” she moved tantalising and confidently just like yesterday. “To my colleague. And,” then tilted her chin while saying. “To a possible friend.”

“For the latter dream on.” He warned her.

She laughed heartedly. “We’ll meet at Donahue’s at 9 PM sharply and don’t be late because I can’t wait more than two minutes.”

His eyebrows narrowed incredulously and crossed his arms to his chest. “I don’t remember accepting your offer. And besides… how do you know my agenda? What if I’m busy?”

“Well I don’t remember taking a no answer from you and I’ve got my sources about your special agenda.” She shrugged innocently. “See you tonight doctor.”

The door was closed but not before throwing a playful wink to him. He let out a laugh while shaking his head in disbelief. This woman was really crazy but it was one of a kind and Ethan Ramsey couldn’t wait to know more about her.

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Helen wasn’t surprised to see him waiting impatiently in the corner while she was talking with Dr. Ramsey.

What was so important that took them this long? He thought.

Actually that was only five minutes but to him it seemed like five hours already. When she got out he couldn’t help but stare at her not knowing where to start first.

“Helen.”

“Dr. Banner,” the plastered smile didn’t leave her face despite being furious and ready to wipe his ass in front of everyone. “You can go now to Dr. Ramsey. He’s free.”

“Actually, can we talk?” She rolled her eyes. “I won’t make you wait too much. I promise.”

Helen whispered only for the two of them to hear. “You and your promises,” a tackle of her tongue was heard twice. “Aren’t in coherence. I don’t know why should I listen to you. Let me guess- I’m sorry my Helen but I had to step in you to gain my spot here in Edenbrook thanks to my parents who are very powerful and influential people in Boston.”

“I-”

“I’m not finished,” her hardened gaze was evident and he knew he had to stop. “Or how you accepted without so much caring not one but two strange women in your bed while you were fucking drunk. That must’ve been a fruitful threesome huh? Why didn’t you try with a boy too? That would’ve been the cherry on top.” Her words were poisonous and she thought he deserved much worse than these. “Or how your mother has always tried to make me feel miserable in front of everyone when you did absolutely nothing to stop it. Not even moving your finger.”

In an unusual place, when you’re feeling far away

She does what the night does to the day

She was right about everything. He couldn’t disagree with any of the words she said. Helen Craig was rarely found to be wrong.

“I think that our conversation ends here Dr. Banner.”

He grabbed her elbow without thinking twice for his recklessness and made her narrow her eyes in annoyance. “Tonight at Donahue’s bar 9 o’clock and I will explain you everything.”

“Get off me or I’ll scream.” She warned dangerously.

“We both know you can’t.” Clay had no idea where this was leading but he could see the fire into her eyes. “You wouldn’t want people to find out that you had a boyfriend working here huh?”

Look at this prick starting to talk.

“Well well do you need a reminder that my father and my brother can make you beg for your life again?”

The last encounter with the Craig males was one year ago when they found out that this jerk had dumped the most precious thing of their family. Patrick Craig was the first to reach for the drawer to load his gun just in case whereas Brian her brother made sure to find Clay’s location with his advanced knowledge of technology. The end resulted in a bloody and a harsh fight between them and warning the latter to not come any centimeter closer to Helen. And the scar on his neck was still visible after that time.

“That happened once. It can’t happen again,” he grasped her out of his hand. “I’ll be waiting.”

With that he left the ultimatum settled in her hands and keeping it until 9 PM. Helen stayed still like someone had glued her in a position that she couldn’t escape.

She wouldn’t go.

No.

She wouldn’t hear him again and believe his words. But there was such a confidence in his voice that made her scared. Thanks to that she felt the anxiety rising up and panic for what was about to come.

She could easily cancel the plans with Dr. Ramsey and not go to that bar. But when she met him yesterday it felt something different with that share of eye contact.

Despite being half-drunk and exhausted from her flight he had made her forgetting all of her plans and the reason why she came in Boston. It was entirely a new world, a new dimension that she hadn’t explored yet and was eager to find more about this man.

It was unethical but did she care? Not in the slightest. Helen was ambitious and she definitely would possess it. She had to think of a plan how to sabotage this whole thing but how?

The choice she had to make was like a ticking bomb that in one way or another, was going to blast.

She’s thunderstorms

Lying on her front, up against the wall

She’s thunderstorms, thunderstorms, thunderstorms

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[evening-starlight]

Warm Beers

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Posting Schedule: Monday, Wednesday, Friday

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Word Count: 1284

    Kenzie skips into the chateau, making pointed eye contact with Kiara. "Kie, kitchen?" Kiara was already off the couch and on her way to the kitchen before Kenzie could finish. JJ had spilled that she was going on a date after work, and Kiara knew exactly what that meant.

    "Girl talk?" JJ asks, following Kenzie into the room with a smile. "I never get to be a part of those." He whines when Kiara points for him to leave. "Please? What are they even like? Do you talk about boys? Sex?" JJ continues while McKenzie ignores him, grabbing two beers from the fridge.

    "Maybe one day, J, but tonight's not the night," Kenzie says as she pats JJ on the shoulder and turning him to leave. He scampers off like a scolded dog, head hung low and shoulders sunken. Both girls sit on opposite corners of the counter, knees bumping slightly.

    "Okay, what's up?" Kiara asks, looking over her friend. Kenzie's cheeks are pink, and her hair is conveniently placed to cover her neck, held down by JJ's hat.

    "Dude, you will not believe the hookup I just had," Kenzie starts. Kiara laughs as Kenzie moves her hair, revealing her hickeys. "Kissing was a four out of ten. Way too much tongue and not enough lip." She starts to judge the escapade. She doesn't know when she began rating her hookups, but Kiara was always willing to listen. "Dick work? Zero." Kiara covers her mouth to stop from spewing beer over her friend as she chokes. "Couldn't feel a god damn thing, and he came in like three seconds flat, I swear to God." McKenzie finishes her rant with a chug of her beer.

    "Overall rating?" Kiara prompts, eager to hear how well he ranked. No one has ever placed over a five on Kenzie's scale. Maybe it was the types of boys she went for or the high expectations Tumblr stories had set for her sex life.

    "Four out of ten, only because he indulged the vampire kink," Kenzie rationalizes, shrugging at Kiara's snort. "Eh, wait, no. Three. Three out of ten because I can't forgive the three seconds." Kiara laughs loudly, pulling the boys' attention to the girls.

    JJ watches closely as Kenzie laughs and leans into Kiara. He wished he could be in there to hear exactly what they were talking about. The curiosity was killing him as McKenzie snorts at something Kie said. Was it about her date with that stupid touron in his leather jacket? A dark feeling fills his stomach as he watches Kenzie shift her hair to the side, revealing a black and blue neck.

    The door slams behind him as JJ leaves, needing to smoke a joint to combat the feeling growing inside. His hands shake as he tries to light the blunt, groaning in frustration when the lighter flickers and snuffs out.

    "Was I the only one who thinks JJ sounded mad when he left?" McKenzie asks when she and Kiara join the boys. While the boys shrug, Kiara nods in confirmation that JJ seemed irritated. With a small sigh, Kenzie follows after her friend, worried about his small outburst. "Need a hand?" She asks when JJ toss the black lighter out into the yard with a frustrated sigh.

    "No, I got it," He bites, not looking towards Kenzie as he rummages through the sunroom for another lighter. McKenzie clears her throat as she pulls out her favorite yellow one that's covered in little stickers Kiara bought her. JJ looks at her and gives a pressed smile when he takes the Bic and lights the weed.

    He takes a seat on the steps, ignoring the fact that Kenzie sits next to him, shoulder pressed to his. They sit in silence as JJ smokes, watching the waves crash to the marsh. The heavy feeling coating JJ's heart slowly lifts the more he smokes. "Want to talk about it?" She asks, reaching for the blunt in his hand as she lays her head on his shoulder.

    "About what?" JJ deflects, watching Kenzie's cloud disperse into the air. The sweet smell of her coconut shampoo mixed with weed fills his lungs. Kenzie sighs and takes another hit of the blunt. They continue to sit in silence while Kenzie waits for JJ to answer her question. "Just feeling off, I guess." He finally divulges, feeling safe and secure with Kenzie next to him.

    It was like she had a spell on him. McKenzie could make JJ tell her everything in just one look. John B. was his best friend, sure, but the deputy's daughter was his personal secrets holder. She knew things about JJ that he's never told anyone, some of which he won't repeat again in his life. The deputy's daughter was the town's bad boys' safety person.

    "I'm sorry, J. Had too many warm beers?" She jokes, pulling a chuckle out of JJ as he steals the joint back from Kenzie. He shakes his head before laying his cheek on her head. "Everything going okay at home?" She asks, knowing it's a loaded question. Nothing was ever fine at the Maybank house, but some days were better than others.

    Somedays, Luke was too drunk to remember his own name, let alone his hatred towards his own son. Other's he was already passed out by the time JJ got home from work. Nothing was ever 'fine' in JJ's house. Somedays were just easier to handle.

    "As fine as they can be, I guess." JJ shrugs and changes the subject. "How'd the date with Leather Jacket go?" Kenzie giggles and shakes her head.

    "It wasn't a real date. I gave him a three out of ten." JJ makes a disapproving noise and shakes his head.

    "Poor guy didn't stand a chance. The scale is brutal," He jokes, elbowing Kenzie gently as she giggles. It only took some weed, and now the friends were back to their usual banter.

    "Whatever. You think you could beat a five, Maybank?" Kenzie laughs, looking up at her best friend. He stares down at her, and something inside of him took over. Something devilish and confident.

    "I know I can, Princess." He whispers, leaning into her. Kenzie stays still, practically paralyzed by JJ's words and actions. Kenzie can feel his breath fanning across her lips, smelling of weed and beer. His blues eyes are glazed over but captivate Kenzie as they stare at each other. JJ continues to slowly lean in, hesitant to bridge the gap.

    The trace snaps when JJ realizes just how close he is to her lips, mere breaths away. What the hell was he doing? This was his best friend. He wasn't supposed to be having these feelings towards her. She was practically family to him. An extremely hot and sassy family member.

    JJ kisses her cheek sweetly before getting up, passing the last of the roll to her. "I'm gonna go get a game started. Come in when you finish the blunt," He announces. But, really, he just needed to get out of that situation before he did something irreversible.

    Kenzie sits in shock on the stairs, watching as the sun starts to set to the west and casts beautiful warm colors onto the water's surface. She couldn't decide if she was angry because he even tried to kiss her or that he didn't follow through. That was her best friend, and she wasn't supposed to want to kiss him, but goddammit, she wanted nothing more than to kiss his perfect pink lips.

    As the water turns orange, Kenzie rationalizes that she was still frustrated after Theo's three-second and projected onto JJ. A night's sleep would fix it all.

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[lillywillow]

Papa Bird

Summary: When Sam’s oldest daughter is chosen to represent her dojo in a state-wide taekwondo championship for her age group, she requests that her mother take her to the fight, leaving Sam home to take care of his youngest daughter

 Word Count:1871

 Square Filled: Next Generation Fic

 Pairings: Sam Wilson x Female Reader

 Warnings: Fluff, breaking objects, protective/ proud father

Written for @star-spangled-bingo

That morning, Sam was busy helping his wife prepare their daughter for her upcoming tournament. He was kind of sulking that Darlene wouldn’t let him come with her.

 “Remind me why I can’t go again...”

 “Daddy, I love you but sometimes you can be a little bit... extra. Remember when I won the finals?”

 “Can’t a father be proud of his daughter?”

 “You can be proud but you celebrated so loud, they had to escort you out the dojo... Oh! And remember when I lost that spelling bee final? You threatened to beat up the judge...”

 “Hey, you and I both know they were cheating,” he countered.

 “Daddy...”

 “Sam, you know your daughter has a point. Besides, it’ll give you a chance to spend some time with Amelia,” Y/N stated, pointing to the small girl who was happily enjoying her Cheerios. Sam smiled and kissed her head.

 “You wanna hang out with daddy today, kiddo?” Amelia nodded and offered him some of her Cheerios which he took making her give a cheeky grin.

  Sam couldn’t help but smile in return before helping Darlene get her stuff ready to go.

Once Amelia was done eating and the breakfast stuff had been cleaned up, Sam went to say goodbye to Darlene and his Y/N.

 “Say, bye, mama.”

 “Bye, mama,” Amelia cooed, opening and closing her small hand in a wave.

 “Bye, Darlene. You go out there and kick some major a-butt,” Sam caught himself before he swore in front of Amelia and after seeing the reproachful look from his wife. Darlene grinned at her father and got in the car.

 Sam watched with Amelia as they pulled out down the drive.

 “What do you want to do now, pumpkin?”

 “Red Wing?”

 “You wanna play with Red Wing? Okay, let’s go play with Red Wing...”

 A few moments later, Sam was controlling the drone while Amelia gleefully chased after it, squealing in delight. He got a little carried away and accidently knocked a vase from its perch and shattering on the floor as a quasi-violent reminder as to why he was not to use the drone inside the house. This time, Sam did let out an expletive.

 “I tell mama!”

 “No, no, no! Don’t tell your mother! Here, let’s get you a cookie. Do you want a cookie?”

 Sam ran to get a cookie for Amelia which bought him a few moments of silence as he cleaned up the broken fragments of the vase.

 “Okay, let’s go to the park instead. You wanna walk to the park?”

 “Yeah! Park!” Sam smiled at her and went to prepare her little outing bag.

...

 At the park, Sam watched Amelia run around playing and giving him a rest for a while.

 “Hey, man...” Sam looked up to see Clint standing there, coffee cup in one hand and Lucky’s leash in the other.

 “Hey, Clint. What are you doing here?”

 “Taking Lucky for a walk... and your missus wanted us to check on you,” Clint replied, getting his phone and showing Sam the group message and sitting next to him. Sam grumbled a bit.

 “She just wants to make sure you’re not driving yourself crazy... So, Darlene has a tournament today, huh?”

 “Yeah... I am so proud of that girl. She’s already got her red belt and almost up to her next...” Before Clint could respond, a shrill scream filled the air. The two heroes jumped to their feet in preparation for danger only to see Amelia tearing across the yard.

 “Doggy! Doggy, doggy, doggy!” Amelia was so excited to see Lucky.

 “Amelia, what do you say?”

 “I pat doggy? Pwease?” Amelia looked up at Clint with her big brown eyes and melting his heart.

 “Yeah, you can pat Lucky,” he smiled. Amelia threw her arms around the dog’s neck and snuggled him. Lucky licked her head in return.

 Clint let Lucky off his leash so he could go off to play with Amelia.

 “That girl’s gonna be the death of me,” Sam sighed and sat back down. Clint laughed and sat back down next to him.

 “Takes after you...”

 “I know and that’s the bit that scares me...”

 The two men continued talking and catching up when they were suddenly alerted Lucky’s frantic barking. They looked up to see Amelia had climbed up a high piece of playground equipment and was about to jump down to a lower platform. To the older and bigger kids, the jump may have not been so bad but to a child as small as Amelia, it could be disastrous.

 “Amelia! Get down from there right this instant!” Sam bellowed, getting up to stomp over to her.

 Amelia gave her father a sidewise glance before deciding she was going to make that jump anyway. Sam managed to get there in time just as her feet launched from the surface, catching her midair.

 “Again, again!” she cheered.

 “No, no more,” Sam breathed, walking back to Clint. “I think we’re going to go home for lunch. Besides, one of us needs a change of diaper.”

 “Not me! I big girl! I use potty!” Amelia stated as a matter of factly.

 “Right, just daddy then...” Clint laughed and called Lucky over to him.

 “Listen, you won’t tell her mother about that little incident, will you?”

 “Hey man, I won’t bring it up but if she asks, I’m not gonna lie,” he grinned.

 “Great thanks,” he grumbled. “Anyway, see you later.” Clint said goodbye and headed off as Sam packed up Amelia’s things.

 “Daddy mad?” Amelia asked her little lip stuck out in a pout.

 “No, daddy’s not mad. You scared daddy.”

 “I sowwy.”

 “It’s okay, baby girl. What do you want for lunch?”

 “PB ‘n J sammich?”

 “A peanut butter and jelly sandwich? I think that can be arranged.”

...

 After lunch, Sam put Amelia down for a nap which gave him the chance to complete a few chores without being interrupted by an enthusiastic three year old. He never thought he’d be suited to the quiet domestic lifestyle but he settled into it reasonable well. One thing Sam could never say was that it was dull. His daughters always kept him on his toes. When Darlene was Amelia’s age, she was just as mischievous and spirited. Sam wouldn’t trade his girls for the world.

 An hour had passed by the time Amelia woke up from her nap and wandered out into the living room and by now, Sam was watching some trashy day time TV.

 “Hey, Milly. Did you have a good sleep?” Amelia nodded, climbing up onto his lap and cuddling close to her father’s chest.

 “Daddy, I hungwy.”

 “You’re hungry? Let’s see what we can do about that. You want some... frog’s legs and wine? No? I thought all kids liked that stuff. How about some coffee and caviar? Not that either? What about...” Sam continued listing ridiculous food/ drink combinations that he knew a child wouldn’t eat as he made his way to the kitchen with her.

 “Cheese! I want cheese!” she blurted out before he could get out the next combo.

 “Oh, you want cheese... Should have guessed, huh? Let’s see if we have some,” he said, going to the pantry.

 “Hmm... well, it doesn’t look like we have any. Guess you’ll have to have broccoli and green tea after all.”

 “Daddy,” Amelia whined, pointing to the big bag of string cheese, her face visibly pained.

 “Look at that. We do have some after all. Guess you’ll want a juice box with that?” Sam laughed at the eager way she nodded her head.

 Once Amelia had finished her snack, Sam went back into the living room and changed the channel to the one that was locally streaming the tournament. Darlene’s division wasn’t yet up but it was coming soon. As he watched, Amelia got up and wobbled in front of the TV, ‘punching’ and ‘kicking’ like the big kids. Sam smiled and took a video of it to send to his family and friends later. He was sure that they were getting a little annoyed with the amount he could send in one day but he didn’t care. Sam loved each and every one of his girls’ achievements no matter how big or small.

 Finally, Darlene’s age group was up. Sam watched as she stepped up to the mat. From his seat at home, he was cheering her on as if he was there. Amelia cheered too, not entirely sure why but daddy was happy so it had to be good.

 Round after round Darlene won until it got to the last round. Darlene’s opponent was a girl much taller and bigger than her. Sam was on the edge of his seat as the match commenced. The girl was good but Darlene was better. It lasted a little longer than the others but in the end, Darlene won. Sam jumped up with a loud cheer.

 “Yes! She won! Darlene won!”

 “Yay!” Sam picked up Amelia and spun around with her. “Sissy won!”

 Sam felt his eyes tear up a bit as pride swelled in his chest. He quickly wiped them away and continued celebrating with Amelia. Sam couldn’t wait for Darlene to come home.

...

 Later that night, Sam had just given Amelia her bath and was putting her to bed when he heard the sounds of the front door.

 “I think mama and your big sister are finally home,” he smiled.

 “Yay!” Amelia ran to meet them, her little legs going as fast as they possibly carry her.

 Darlene scooped her up as soon she got close enough.

 “Hey there, baby sis!”

 “Sissy! Sissy! I saw’d you won! Watch me! Watch me!” Darlene put Amelia back on the ground so she could show her some of the ‘moves’ she had learned earlier in the day which included an attempt at a headstand for some reason.

 “Oh, wow! So good!”

 In the meantime, Y/N walked over to Sam, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him. Sam smiled against her lips.

 “Hey, handsome. Had a good day?” she smiled.

 “Pretty good. We went to the park this morning, came home for lunch, Amelia had her nap, then we watched Darlene kick some butt,” he grinned.

 “I see... you want to tell me why the vase in the hallway is no longer there?”

 “I would very much not like to...” Y/N could help but chuckle and shake her head. She looked over at the girls who were happily playing together.

 “We made some pretty awesome kids, Mr. Wilson,” she smiled.

 “We sure did, Mrs. Wilson,” he smiled back.

 For Sam, every day with his daughters was a new adventure as he watched them become the amazing people they were growing into. Sam loved every second of fatherhood and he couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow’s venture would bring.