#first meetings

[zaziki1412]

I know I'm late but uhh take this

*scurries away*

[cluelessatthispoint]

A Dragon's Hoard pt.1

(Mythical AU of the 141)

(This fic is inspired by bluegiragi and docdudo.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You've never been one for the warmth that most people eminate. The kindness that sparkles in someone's eyes when they see someone they know and love. The way a person's tone changes to show their interest in a conversation, or how families get close and share hugs amongst one another. It's sweet, you think. Sweet but pointless. Smiles can be faked, tones can be raised and lowered on a whim. Scrunchingbupbyour nose in disdain as you spy another group of travelers walking along the beaten path. The sounds of their laughter and idle chatter already fading as the sounds of gravel underfoot growing fainter.

A pang of envy settles between your ribcage. The feeling of it twisting and festering almost burns. Never once had you ever experienced that. Never a tender smile or a kind word was ever directed at you. Thinking back as far as you can, there was always one constant: being alone. Ever since the great fire raged six summers ago, you've been displaced. Wandering and begging for scraps of food or even taking refuge within the churches when the bitter cold sweeps across the land. It is a harsh life for a child your age. Eleven years old and orphaned. Truly, if the orphanages weren't so full and if the staff cared, you figured you'd be stuck there. But seeing as they were full to bursting and low on income, you were throw. To the curb and barely spared a glance by any passersby.

Which brings you to the present. Living in the woods as best you can, your lean-to near the city's walls, but far enough to be undisturbed by mercenaries and gangs. The farther out away from the city the more people fear to tread. The tales of the great dragon who prowls the far edge of the woods have been told by young and old alike. Each story growing more fierce and bloody with each retelling. But so long as you're living without being pestered by people it's fine by you. Scowling as the bright sun shines brightly overhead, you practically have to squint to make out the shapes of birds flying overhead or in the trees. Sling shot in hand and a pain in your empty stomach spurs you on to find a meal. There are plenty of edible roots this time of year, with a few already back safely tucked into the confines of a nook in your lean-to. The only piece left to a decent meal would be some protein. With the birds twittering and chirping overhead. The sounds of mother birds feeding their squalling chicks is grating to your ears. Already irritated beyond compare from hunger pangs and envy. You screech out an angered shout as you set off your loaded slingshot amongst the trees. A sick hope of the rock somehow hitting a bird makes you smile bitterly. But the only thing you can hear is a gruff chortle followed by a accented baritone voice.

"Well now, what have we got here so far in my end of the woods?"

Your eyes widen as you can see a figure come stumbling out of the foliage. His tone possessive as he mentions the woods being his. A large hand on his head rubbing the sore spot of where the rock made impact. An apology rises to your warbling vocal chords only to be cut off as you see the large, curling horns protruding from his head. Smoke billowing from his mouth in a steady stream as he lets out an amused chuckle at your speechless state. Stretching his arms overhead in a mocking show of strength. You can see one large green wing furled in close to his back.

"Well?"

His deep voice sends a wave of fear through your bones. He could easily snap your neck with a flap of his wing, or crush you with his bare hands if he wanted to. Gazing wide eyed in fear...you can only think of how the stories that were told were true. Looking up at the hulking figure, you can see why the stories were never the same. This dragon...this man...this creature is somehow both. A hybrid of sorts.

Not bothering to stay around and chat. You bolt as if the devil himself were after you. Your tiny legs running as fast as you can. With the way your autonomic nervous system is kicking in. Your legs feel both like jelly and pins and needles from all the adrenaline. Panting heavily as you run the feeling of copper rises to your tongue as your lungs strain for air. Running was never your strongest attribute. The hybrid could tell that as well as even over the beating of your heart in your ears you can hear him running not to far behind you. His strides much longer than yours, a grin on his face as you can hear a giddy sort of chuckle rumblebfrom his chest.

"What's a hatchling like you doing all the way out here sweet thing?"

A pair of strong arms wrap securely around you as you flail and kick wildly. The scent of smoke and sweat fills your nose as you scratch at the arms holding you in place. The rumbling timbre of his voice sends vibrations through your body as he holds you securely against his chest.

"Been watching you for a while hatchling, all alone in these woods. Should have been eaten a long time ago."

As if those words weren't frightening enough, deep down in the pit of your belly you know them to be blaringly true. The amount of times you've stayed up in the night fending off wild animals were more than enough to prove his point. Tensing in the Hybrids strong arms, he adjusts his hold as if holding a squirming newborn fawn. His hot breath ghosting over the top of your head and neck. As if sensing your blinding fear, the hybrid chuckles, a rumbling purr rising from the chest behind you.

"Hush now...Papa's here, lil treasure. Papa's here."

Stilling immediately out of fear at the hybrid’s words. Whether condescending or not, you can't help but relax slightly. The fight leaving your tired body as soon as the adrenaline runs out. Your heart pitter pattering in your chest almost painfully. Sucking in greedy lung fulls of air, you can't help but relax begrudgingly against the warmth that the massive body behind you eminates. You're stuck here now.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We all know who the dragon is :) it's everyone's favorite tired dad Price!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[wangxianficrecs]

if love is just a waste of time, why not waste it on me? by livinginaworldofnoise

if love is just a waste of your time, why not waste it on me?

by livinginaworldofnoise (@gh0st-0f-luke)

G, 5k, Wangxian

Summary: Gusu Lan Bakery Online Custom Order Form Requested Cake Type: [purple velvet] Frosting: [red wine-flavored whipped fondant] Filling: [margarita-flavored jello] Size: [24 layers] Shape: [rhombicosidodecahedron] Writing on Cake: [sorry for lightly singeing ur couch. i just wanted to see if it was flammable, for science. i honestly think it looks better like that but here’s a cake since u apparently don’t agree] To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Your Order Could Not Be Fulfilled Hello, The bakery is unable to complete your cake request from Order #103123 based on the information you provided. Apologies for the inconvenience. Best wishes, Gusu Lan Bakery OR: lwj is a baker. wwx wants to order a cake. what could go wrong? Kay's comments: Wei Wuxian is such a menace in this story, but it pays off, because he gets the baker. His cake requests are utterly ridiculous too. Excerpt: To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: Your Order Has Been Rejected Hello, The bakery will not complete your cake request from Order #103147 based on the information you provided. This order was rejected because it is unfeasible and does not align with the baker’s professional standards. Your orders will continue to be rejected until you submit one with legitimate specifications that can actually be achieved. Please contact another bakery with this request instead of continuing to submit order forms, and refrain from asking invasive personal questions about the owner. Gusu Lan Bakery Do not reply to this email.

epistolary, modern setting, modern no powers, bakery, baker lan wangji, unconventional format, flirting, texting, of sorts, lan wangji is so done, first meetings, humor, romantic comedy

~*~

(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[nekotaetae]

The new neighbor

summary: You just finished your first week as a nurse in Gotham General Hospital. You arrive home and, after what seems like a horrible first impression, you meet a new crime lord.

pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

warnings/tags: first meetings, Jason is your neighbor, and also the Red Hood, he doesn't talk much but he has been stabbed tho.

authors note: I have been thinking about this idea for some time now. I'm a sucker for Jason Todd Neighbor so I just HAD to add to the fandom. This will be the first chapter of a series. I will write as I think about new ideas, but I already have some in mind. Feel free to add to the story tho, if you have any ideas or questions just reach me

>>Next Chapter

It was a gloomy night. Although, which one wasn’t in Gotham? You had just finished your first week working in Gotham General Hospital as a nurse. After four years in Gotham University (and thanks to a Wayne-scholarship), you had finally graduated, and not even 24 hours later the hospital had called you to start working immediately. It says enough about the situation in the city.

A week of an Emergency Room always packed of patients with gun injuries, kids with high fevers with their worried mothers, a couple of teenagers that had been in a brawl and ended up needing stitches and a couple that had ODed in their home, and thankfully had survived. After all that you just wanted to have some pre-made meal from your fridge, take a long shower and sleep as much as you could until Wednesday.

And yet, once you enter your apartment, you can’t look away from the fire escape, where less than a year ago you had started to grow a little plant in the windowsill, a Sedum, which you had cared for even after days without sleep because of exams. That little plant that you loved, that less than 24 hours ago had been in a cute green pot, was nearly destroyed. You had left Greenie (yes, original) outside of your window so she (Greenie was a she, obviously) could get some sun, and now you find the pot destroyed, soil scattered through the fire escape and Greenie in the center of it, half crushed.

“I’m going to murder someone” you said before you dropped your bag and ran to your kitchen looking for something to use as a new pot. After finding a big enough bowl, you ran to the window and tried to save as much of Greenie as you could. “You are going to survive this honey, don’t worry about a thing”

After reusing the soil that you could find and ‘transplanting’ Greenie (at least the salvageable part) you sit quietly for a minute. “I will avenge you” you whisper, trying surprisingly hard not to cry after the week you’ve had. 

“It’s a plant. It will survive” said someone making you jump. You live in the eight floor and it’s eight in the morning where the fuck does that voice come from? It was the voice of a man, a tired one, taking into account the hour and how deep it sounded. You search for anyone in your not that big fire escape (that definitely couldn’t hide anyone even if they tried) and the voice speaks again. “Up here” He says, making you immediately look up.

The man was seated one floor above yours, back leaning on the rail, cigarette in his right hand while his left was resting in his thigh. His black hair had a small white streak in the front that nearly reached his eyebrows, or what would be his eyebrows, taking into account that he was wearing a mask.

“Who are you? Wait, no, don’t care. Did you do this to Greenie?” You asked, completely disregarding every single lesson of stranger danger you had ever learned. Although, taking into consideration the 12 hour shift you had just pulled it was surprising you didn't straight up insult him and threatened him with murder.

“Yeah, I landed on the wrong floor, sorry about that” he said, not sounding in the slightest sorry about it. You kept looking at his covered eyes while you stood up, your insides screaming for bloody murder and clenching your fist, until he spoke once more, probably seeing the reaction he was obtaining from you. “Although, in my defence, I have been stabbed” he said before smirking and moving his hand from his leg, showing you the stab wound in his thigh and immediately erasing your hatred for this stranger. Not even a second later you went back into ‘nurse mode’ and ran into your apartment looking for your overpacked first aid kit .

You had no idea where this man had come from, and he had been rude and kind of an asshole in the two sentences he had actually said to you, but you didn’t become a nurse for nothing. You didn’t really care who he was or what he had done, if he was injured you were going to help him.

The kit was in one of the lower drawers from the kitchen so you had to crouch to get it and, after nearly falling once getting up and another time with the carpet in the living room, you reached the window and went out as fast as you could, taking the stairs two at a time and reaching your weird neighbour in less than two minutes. “What the hell is wrong with you dude? You should’ve gone to a hospital” You said, sitting beside him and opening the highly stocked first aid kid before reaching for his injured leg. 

The man, who had shown you the blood only to scare you away and leave him alone, was surprised when he saw you getting out of your own apartment, taking into account you had run inside in less than a second after seeing the wound. He thought you were going to stay inside and not bother him, at least not tonight, hopefully never. But then he saw you running again, this time towards him, and before he could fully realise what was going on (he definitely had lost way more blood than he thought), you were already by his side reaching his leg

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked, nearly shouting, not with enough force to scare you, but it made you stop your movement.

You raised your hands trying to placate him before speaking.“I’m a nurse. It’s my job to heal whoever is wounded . Don’t care who you are, don’t care what you’ve done.” You said trying to express as much calm as you could. “I need to see what we are dealing with. Can I?” You asked before nodding your head toward his leg.

You both stayed there far longer than you should have, in a tense stalemate trying to analyze each other. He was conscious, which was great for starters, but he was quickly losing blood and, although it probably didn't reach an artery (there would be way more blood and you both would be covered in it) that didn’t mean that the wound wasn’t deep.

After what seemed like an eternity he sighed before releasing the pressure from his wound and letting you close enough to treat it. “I don’t trust you”. He threatened, making you look at him.

“You don’t need to trust me. Just don’t die on me” You answered, ignoring how he was glowering at you and reaching into the box. You found some gauzes, enough to keep the pressure in the wound while you looked for the rest of the materials. “Keep the pressure on. It needs a couple of stitches” You said, taking his hand and placing it where it was before putting on some gloves. Then you threaded the needle and kept searching in the box.

From the moment you arrived he hadn’t taken his eyes from you, searching, analizing, seeking anything that would indicate what you would want from him. This was Gotham, and yes, you said you were a nurse, but he didn’t know if that was true. Besides, they were in an apartment in Crime Alley, no one gave anything for free. “What are you looking for?” He asked, seeing as you already had the needle to stitch him up.

“The numbing cream, I’m not doing this without putting at least a little bit on your wound” You said before whispering to yourself “I swore I had some”

“Don’t worry about it, this is not my first rodeo” He said half joking, stopping you from searching and making you look at his face again. Now that you were closer you could see different scars throughout his face, the most prominent one starting in his mouth and reaching his scalp. You couldn’t see his eyes but could see a little scar close to his eyebrow. All those scars plus the mask could not hide how handsome he was, a fact you didn’t realise until you were way too close to him for it to be your first interaction. “Do your worst”

It wasn’t until he spoke that you realized you had been creepily staring at him and, as you quickly snapped out of it and started reaching for his wound, you didn’t realize the smirk your zoning out had pulled out of him. Smirk that, the moment you started stitching him, had quickly fell as he inhaled sharply and tried to stay as still as possible.

“So… I haven’t seen you around before, are you new in the neighbourhood?" you asked, trying to distract him from the pain.

“You realize I have a mask for a reason right?” he asked sardonically, trying to avoid any interaction with the woman.

He didn’t really give a shit if he seemed like an asshole if he was being honest. After today you wouldn’t see him again. Yes, this apartment was a good safehouse (the best if he was being honest) but if someone had already seen him he couldn’t stay longer.

“You realize that your white lock of hair is way more flashy than whatever you are hiding under the mask?” you responded, shortly looking back at him with a raised eyebrow, before continuing with your work.

“Touche” He answered, sounding amused by your answer and your lack of awareness or care in your surroundings. “Although I usually use the helmet”

As he finished his sentence he pointed towards the window he was facing, where laid a red smooth helmet. Way too recognisable to not know who it belonged to. Seeing the helmet you stopped any movement, freezing completely before whispering “Shit. You’re the Red Hood”

“In the flesh” he answered, smirk back in his face. You spaced out looking at it. He was a criminal, that wasn’t new, he was bleeding in a fire escape after all. What came as a surprise was what a high profile he was. He had appeared a month prior, murdering criminals without a care and taking charge of the drug trade. The police took notice of him not even a week ago, when he supposedly had dropped a duffle bag with severed heads, or that was the rumour. The GCPD wasn’t always the most trustworthy.

What you did know was that, according to other nurses, the amount of gun related injuries had highly increased in the last month, while drug-related patients didn’t include as many children as they did. You also knew that one of your neighbour’s kid had been recently saved from a group of men with horrible intentions by a ‘weird guy with a flashy helmet’.

So, to say that you didn’t know what to think of the man was an understatement. That didn’t erase that he was a criminal who had been filling up the hospital with patients (other criminals, yes, but patients nonetheless).

You took a deep breath, pushing away everything that wasn’t related to your current predicament. You exhaled slowly and, without making another sound, you went back to stitching the wound, ignoring how he kept his eyes on you.

After that, a tense atmosphere surrounded you both. You kept stitching for a couple more minutes while he kept looking at you, surprised you didn’t run away from him. That was the second time he thought you would and ended up being surprised by your reactions. When you had finished your job you had immediately started packing your things. “You really are a nurse huh?” he asked, making you look back at him with a raised eyebrow and a confused face. “I’ve only met one kind of person that wouldn’t’ve run when seeing that helmet.”

“Nurses?” You asked, sounding slightly amused, gaze still fixed on him.

“People in healthcare” he shrugged “You are a different kind of breed. Probably all mad” he added before taking a puff of his nearly forgotten cigarette. 

“Yeah, you have to be to deal with this kind of shit” You said before getting back up from where you were sitting. “You should rest for a couple of days, no throwing yourself into any fight or whatever you do. And..” you said before stealing his nearly finished cigarette and throwing it down the street before adding “no smoking. Take some meds before you go to sleep and eat something. Need help getting in?” you asked, hand on your hip.

He sat there frozen, not believing that you had actually had the nerve to throw away his probably last cigarette. Did you have a death wish or something? You had just done that and offered to help him get in his apartment, something was definitely wrong up there. “You really are out of your mind girl” he whispered, nearly laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

“I’m guessing that is a no” you replied heading downstairs before you stopped in your tracks “If you are dying or something shout, I’ll probably hear it” you said before reaching your floor and entering your apartment. Before you closed your window you heard a laugh with a nearly unintelligible “unbeliavable”.

That was way more emotion you were planning on having on a Friday morning, but it was already dealt with. Heading to your kitchen you left the first aid kit on the counter before throwing away the gloves you had used and cleaning your hands just in case.

The apartment was old, so hearing what the neighbours were doing was not surprising. As you picked up the bad you had previously thrown away you went to your room to leave it there and change into something cozier. Showering was too much to do right now, that was a problem for tomorrow.

So…Your neighbour is the Red Hood. Great. Awesome. That won’t attract any kind of problem. You had just helped a criminal, that doesn’t make you a  doesn’t it? You were doing your job, but you were off duty. Although, to be honest, when is a nurse off duty in a city like Gotham?

“Why am I overthinking this?” you whispered to yourself just as you were reentering your kitchen to see what you could eat before heading to bed. You opened your fridge to see some mac n’ cheese from yesterday, probably dry, but you were too tired to care. You took the container with the food and, as you were closing the door, you saw one with some extra soup you had made a couple of days prior, and an image of your neighbour appeared in your mind.

He didn’t seem like the type to take care of themselves too much, taking into account his nightly activities. He probably didn’t have anyone to take care of him. Did he even have the medicine for the pain?

“I’m way too soft to be from Gotham” you huffed before reaching the container with the soup and re-heating it in the pot. 

He’ll probably run away tomorrow, if he hadn’t done it already, but you felt like you had to help him, at least a little bit. If not for having been a patient (in the broadest sense of the word) for having helped a little bit your broken community. Yeah, that was a good reason.

While the soup heated you went to your bathroom and looked for some pain medicine that could help him, took a couple of pills and headed back to your kitchen, where the soup was close to boiling. You put the pot away from the fire and served the soup in a bowl, put it in a tray with the pills and a spoon and went back to your window. 

You climbed the stairs carefully and left the tray in front of his window before knocking on it. There was someone inside, his silhouette was easy to distinguish, but he didn’t move from where he was seated.

You waited for a couple of minutes but, after he didn’t open it you knocked again “I know you are there. I see you. I brought soup and painkillers.” You half shouted and were met with silence. It was weird that a neighbour that you didn’t know brought things, moreso if you were a criminal. As that thought crossed your mind you got up, leaving the tray where it was “I’m going back, you should really eat this. Knock if you need anything”

You said before heading back to your home, chastising yourself for offering help to a criminal.

[twinkeringstaro]

TAKE A PICTURE!

Summary: Maxxie Oliver bumps into a cute guy on the way to class and he’s made it his mission to reel him in with the help of Jal Fazer.

Warnings: drugs//alcohol//out of character! Skins characters//suggestive content//swearing//making out//dry humping

Reader: Male!Reader (He/him)

Notes: first time writing skins!! I watched it back in 2020 and I was obsessed 😝 but I haven’t seen the series again. So I’m going off knowledge I still have and some research which means the characters are gonna be ooc.

Also on the note. I’m not from the UK and suck at slag 😭😭 I’ll try my best to include some though.

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊ ₊✩‧₊˚

“Are you sure this is his route?”

Jal leaned against the bus seat, looking around the neighbourhood with a confused glint in her eyes. Besides her sat Maxxie, who, unlike his companion, was shaking with excitement.

“Yeah it is, saw him taking this exact bus just last week.” He gushed, his smile practically blinding anyone who saw it. Maxxie played with his tiny notebook, a pen paired with it.

He had bought it a few months ago but had a major art block and left it rotting in the corner of his room, now he had a reason to bring it with him everywhere.

And that ‘reason’ was why the duo were currently hiding out in a bus.

‘Reason’ was an abnormally gorgeous male that Maxxie had encountered at school. One that was beautiful enough to quite literally make Maxxie trip over himself, something that was rare.

Maxxie could remember every single detail.

He had been running late to class because of Chris’ party the previous night, hungover out of his mind. As the bell rang, Maxxie ran faster than he was before, he could not afford to be late to another class.

His father already put him on a warning.

In his hurry he failed to notice the other person running in the same direction until it was too late.

“Ow!” Maxxie whined, smoothing over his burning bum. Not only was he late but now he was hurt. This was the worst morning ever.

A soft voice spoke, “hey, you okay?”

Maxxie looked up and his jaw dropped. In front of him stood a beautiful man, he wore a dark black ‘oasis’ tee with cargo pants which were paired with a loose belt. There was a real expensive-looking camera hanging from his neck. It weirdly made him more attractive.

“I-Uhm…y-yeah!! I’m okay” Maxxie stuttered out, cheeks blooming red. ‘Holy fuck.’ He thought to himself. This was incredibly embarrassing.

You chuckled, a bright smile plastered on your face. Maxxie felt his heart beat inhumanly fast, looking into your eyes, he could see the future.

And it was romantic.

Maxxie got back up, fixing his posture and leaned against the locker. He licked his lips seductively with a twinkle of flirtation swarming in his eyes. You blinked in surprise, your smile falling before rising once more.

The two stared at each other before you giggled out, “Uhm class?”

Maxxie paused.

Oh.

“Oh shit!” He cussed, getting off the locker. “Sorry, chat later, yeah?” Was all he could get out before he began his hurry back to class.

Looking back on it now, Maxxie regretted the way he had ended the conversation. That class wasn’t as important as meeting the love of his life, god he was an idiot.

“Hello?? Earth to Maxxie?”

Maxxie flinched at the interruption turning to face Jal, a teasing expression on her face.

“Sorry. Zoned out.”

“Yeah I know.” She replied, grinning ear to ear. “Ya know…this whole thing is quite ‘sketchy’ wouldn’t you think?”

The blond boy scowled, “urgh don’t even mention her and this is way different compared to what she was doing. I’m not stalking him.”

Jal hummed. Maxxie didn’t look amused.

“Jal. I’m serious…I’m just trying to chat him up” this time Jal’s smile was softer, less teasing. She shifted closer to Maxxie and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

The bus soon came to a stop. The duo perked up as Maxxie recognised the street sign and stared as he caught sight of you waiting by it.

His grin glowed and his cheeks bloomed.

“Look it. He’s there.”

Jal’s eyebrows rose as she caught a glimpse of the male her blond friend had been gushing about all week, she let out a tiny ‘huh’.

She turned to Maxxie, “you’ve got good eye. He’s proper fit”

“I know” the blond said moonliy, sighing to himself. The duo watched as you entered the bus and took a seat near the front, which was only a seat away from them.

Maxxie felt a nudge to his side, facing Jal he watched as she tried to signal to him. He tilted his head in confusion.

Jal sighed annoyed after waiting for a couple minutes, she leaned in closer and whispered “go talk to him!”

“What?”

“Maxxie. This is basically your only chance at making a real conversation with the man. Go on!”

She didn’t need to say anymore as Maxxie nodded and got up from their shared seat. The bus had already begun moving so it was a bit shaky but he managed to get a seat beside you.

You turned and flashed him a smile, recognition sparkling in your eyes.

“Hey, your the guy I bumped into”

The blond nodded, “yeah that’s me.”

“Never seen you on my bus before, new route?”

‘Ah fuck’ Maxxie thought to himself but his smile never wavered. He couldn’t just let you think that he was stalking you so came up with an excuse.

“Nah, my bus is out at the moment.” Yeah he had no idea what he had just said, but he could just feel the judging look from Jal.

“Huh. Well it’s nice to meet you officially. I’m Name L/n, you?”

“Maxxie. Maxxie Oliver. Nice to meet you Name.” The blond tried not to look desperate but he was absolutely buzzing as he repeated the name in his head. Even his name was hot.

You chuckled softly before your eyes glanced down to the notebook in Maxxie’s hands, “you draw or write?”

“Uh draw. One of my hobbies besides dancing.”

Your eyebrows rose up. “You dance?”

“Yeah, well tap dancing if I’m being specific.” Maxxie said as he adjusted his position, secretly moving closer to you. Your thighs grazing against each other.

He was one hundred percent sure you noticed. The way your eyes just briefly glanced at the closed gap indicated that to Maxxie.

Your silence gave him confidence.

“I saw you with a camera, a proper one. You take pictures?” The blond asked.

You nodded, “yeah I do part-time photography. Good profit off of it around here.”

“Really?” Maxxie paused to think, “wanna show me some?”

You nodded once again before reaching inside his backpack, you brought out the expensive camera. Maxxie watched as you fiddled with the buttons, you looked real cute from this angle. Then again Maxxie thought you were attractive all over.

As you handed over the camera, Maxxie began taking closer looks at the photos.

Each one had high resolution which made them look even more incredible. The images were a mix of beautiful sky lines, plants and a few people Maxxie could only guess were your friends.

He could practically feel the art behind each picture, each shot told a story. You were fucking good at your job that was all Maxxie knew.

As he scrolled, he paused as he caught sight of a familiar blonde. The photo was taken outside, near a park Maxxie supposed. The blonde was standing on top of a bench looking over a skyline, the sun was setting and a rosy pink sky illuminated the scene. Her hands were up in the air like she was reaching for the skies, her slightly wavy blonde hair flowing, the wind blowing it gently.

Maxxie’s eyebrows narrowed. “You…You know Cassie?”

“Mhm. We used to be neighbours before I moved, we kept in contact though. Pretty girl.” Your words stirred an uneasy feeling in Maxxie, his thoughts spiralling.

‘Pretty girl? I mean she totally is but did he mean that in a friendly manner or a ‘I really like this girl manner?’ the blond swallowed his saliva harshly, he quickly gave the camera back to you.

“You okay, mate?” But Maxxie stayed silent, he could only offer a smile before he went off at the next stop, Jal hurrying behind him.

You watched in utter confusion. ‘Is he not going to school?’

“Maxxie! Max wait up!” The girl called after him, worry lacing in her tone.

She caught up to him and grabbed his elbow, tugging him backwards. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I don’t think he’s into guys..”

Jal narrowed her eyebrows, “has that ever stopped you before?”

Maxxie only gave her a look.

“C’mon it must be more than that.”

“He knows Cassie.” Maxxie finally said, biting his lips as he stared at the concrete ground.

“So what?”

The blond groaned, “so it means if he likes her I should just…back off? I mean the way he was speaking about her just gave off the vibes they were real close.”

The duo walked in silence, though Jal took the initiative to hold his arm.

“It’s just…I don’t want to get between shit like that. The whole issue with Tony and Michelle was one thing, I don't want this to be another.”

Jal hummed, “I get that but perhaps we shouldn’t just jump to conclusions. Maybe they are just friends?”

“Maybe…Thanks Jal.”

“No problem.” The two grinned at one another. Maxxie just hoped she was right, after all you were just his type.

The blond boy took a quick seat beside Anwar and Chris, getting out a sandwich from his lunch bag. The group were sitting in the cafeteria, talking about the latest gossip around the college.

He failed to notice a certain blonde approaching him until she stood behind Maxxie, tapping on his shoulder. The boy turned around and sent the girl a quick grin.

“Hey.”

“Hi” Cassie copied his grin, she gave a quick nudge to Chris to give her some space on the seats. Chris quickly moved aside.

She took his spot, now sitting right besides Maxxie.

“You met my friend Name, yeah?”

“Yeah. Nice guy.”

Cassie rose her eyebrows and moved them in a suggestive manner. Maxxie froze, tilting his head to the side in a questioning manner.

He leaned in close, “did he, ya know, say something about me?”

“Mhm!”

His eyes grew wide and a pang of excitement hit him, “what did he say?”

The excitement disappeared when Cassie only shook her head and made a ‘shh’ motion with her finger.

“Secret.” Was all she said before she entered her day dreaming state once more. Maxxie pursed his lips, annoyed at the lack of answer.

“Cassie, please just tell me.” He begged, hands clasped together as if he were praying. “I need to know.”

She stared quiet for a few moments, contemplating whether she should say something or not. Cassie glanced at Maxxie’s pure desperation and sighed to herself.

She took out her phone and sent him an address, “someone’s throwing a party tonight. Name’s going. Ask him yourself.”

Maxxie stared at the address. If Name really did say something about him then perhaps he wasn’t as straight as he thought he was.

He looked up at Cassie. If Cassie is clearly trying to set the two of them together, then that meant that Cassie and Name definitely weren’t an item.

Fuck it. I’m going.

Jal and Maxxie stood in front of a huge house, lights exploding as music pounded loud enough to hear from the outside. They watched as various people entered, drinks in hands and their laughter echoing in the night.

“Impressive party.” Jal noted, her eyes inspecting the area with a glint of energy. She wasn’t one to go to these but Maxxie had begged her to join him.

Tony was apparently dealing with something that concerned Michelle, Cassie and Sid went to go ‘hang’, and Anwar was partying somewhere else with Chris. The entire group of party goers were out and about which left only Jal, who had been hard to convince.

Maxxie nodded, looking around to catch a certain someone around the area. When he didn’t, he turned to Jal, “let’s go inside.”

The two entered the home and it was jam packed inside. People roared with energy, high off whatever drugs that had been taken. Others were seen having on-clothing sex in corners.

The girl winced. “Jesus this might just be the horniest party I’ve been to.”

“Must’ve not been to a lot.” Maxxie snorted, amusement written on his face. He chuckled when Jal pinched him lightly on his waist.

“C’mon let’s just go find your Prince Charming”

“Let’s just hope we do more than just dancing then.”

“Oh my god max!” The girl pretended to gag, eliciting loud laughter from Maxxie. He dragged her through the booming crowd, searching for anyone that had familiar features.

Which was much harder than they thought it’d be.

The two sat on a somewhat clean couch, hopelessness clear on their faces. Jal was holding a plastic cup with one hand the other was resting on her jaw, she let out a couple of sighs.

Maxxie wasn’t doing any better. His posture was slouched in an uncomfortable position, slightly tipsy with glazed over eyes. His hair was messed up, sticking out all in the wrong places.

It had been hours and yet there was no sight of Name anywhere.

“You think he’s gone?” Maxxie asked tiredly.

Jal let out another tired sigh. “Don’t know. Possibly.”

“Fuck…this shit sucks.”

“You okay?” The two stopped their mopping immediately, quickly turning their attention onto you.

Maxxie sobered up, he sat straighter and fixed his hair. “Name! Your here!”

You sent them an awkward smile paired with a wave.

“Yeah I was looking for you actually.” You told him, “Cassie said you were coming.”

“For me?”

“Yup.”

Maxxie nudged Jal, she glanced in between the two boys before getting up.

“I’ll give you two some privacy.” She said softly before leaving.

The two of you were quiet, neither knowing exactly what to say. You took the chance to sit besides Maxxie, taking his drink away from him and taking a quick sip.

You grimaced. “what did they put in this?”

Maxxie chuckled, “whiskey with a touch of destruction.”

As you raised your eyebrows at him, he grew embarrassed at his little joke but that soon went away when you descended into laughter.

“Are you usually this hilarious?"

“Sometimes. Wanna hear another one?”

“Yes. Please.”

The rest of the night was spent with laughter. Maxxie couldn’t believe you actually found him this funny, he could see tears forming in the corners of your eyes. This wasn’t like most of his hook ups, never really had a conversation last this long before they’d go upstairs to fuck.

Maxxie enjoyed this new pace.

At some point, you had brought out a mini camera, one that you had stuffed in your hoodie pocket before leaving.

Positioning it in the right angles, it was easy to take photos of Maxxie. He was a perfect model, amazingly photogenic and had a beautiful smile. One that you could look at forever and never get tired of it.

“Take a picture!” Maxxie exclaimed, he had gotten up from his seat and was posing as you spammed your camera button.

“Try this Pose” you demonstrated a pose for him, watching as he replicated your stance with ease.

The two of you were lost in your own world, completely ignoring drunk/high teenagers that surrounded you.

Maxxie hadn’t had this much fun in a long while, especially with someone he viewed as a potential romantic partner. You knew exactly how to make him laugh and you just met! That was all it took to Maxxie to know you were the one for him.

You scrolled through your camera roll, now standing next to Maxxie watching as he leaned in closer to inspect the photos.

“That one’s nice, it has both in it.” Maxxie pointed towards the photo with the two of you holding each other, it was in selfie mode and Maxxie had grabbed you by the waist line and snuggled in close. The coloured lights reflected on your face, green and blue. It made the picture look incredible.

“Good eye.”

As he turned to you, the two of you finally realised how close you guys were. Only a few inches apart.

Maxxie felt his world stop just for a moment. Your hands were just barely brushing against each other, tension rising higher than before.

His eyes flickered to your lips.

“Hey listen…about what happened on the bus, I just…thought you had a thing with Cassie.” He confessed slowly, watching closely for a reaction.

“Cass? Hah no way.” You shook your head, “I’m not really into girls.”

“Oh?” Maxxie gaped, he was stunned for a brief moment before a flirty smirk immediately grew on his face.

“Yeah, thought Cassie would’ve mentioned it to you.” You blushed under his gaze, “told her that I found you real attractive…”

‘So that’s what he said..’ Maxxie beamed, ‘it’s official. I’m going in for it.’

He leaned in closer than before, you could feel the heat of his breath on your neck. He tugged your body closer using your belt. His smirk grew wider at your flustered expression.

“Should’ve made that more clear.” He whispered in your ear, his lips attached onto your neck for a short moment but it was long enough to elicit a breathy moan from you.

Your eyes sparked with desire, “thought it was obvious enough…”

“Nah but it’s cool.” Maxxie said reassuringly. He paused, “wanna make out?”

You didn’t need to share an answer as you smashed your lips against his. The two of you fight for dominance but Maxxie easily overtakes you as he shoves you back on the couch. He takes the seat besides you before he tugs your entire body and makes you straddle on top of him.

“Fuck..” Maxxie whimpers as you bite his lip, giving you access to shove your tongue inside. His hands guide your hips, your clothed parts rubbing against his, your stomach exploded with butterflies at the movements.

You could feel his hard on through his pants, the outline of his dick getting clearer as you continued to dry hump him.

He pulled away from the kiss, you whined as he did so but let out a moan once more when Maxxie moved to suck your neck. His tongue licking over the spot where he marked you.

“W-we should go…there’s a room free upstairs.” You whispered breathlessly, freeing your neck away from a needy Maxxie.

Maxxie nodded in agreement, he licked his lips and pecked your cheek. “This…this isn’t just a one night stand to me. Are you alright with that?”

“Yeah I’m alright with that.” You snickered when his eyes visibly lit up. You got off his lap and off the couch, your hands still intertwined with Maxxie’s allowed him to follow your lead.

Maxxie couldn’t believe how lucky he was and all it took was to be late for a class…he was going to brag about this for years to come.

But for now, he was in the arms of the guy he liked and he wasn’t about to let this night go to waste.

He should definitely take pictures of this. He smiled at his thoughts as he followed you up the stairs.

‘No regrets.’

Best night of his life.

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊ ₊✩‧₊˚౨

[thetwylazone]

Got Milk?

In which you ask your neighbor to borrow a glass of milk for a recipe.

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

CW: None

You wish you could say this was a first for you.

That deep down you were some uber-responsible twenty-something who made their grocery list and checked it twice, but you weren’t. This was the third time this week you’d forgotten something from the grocery store and only realized when it was that exact ingredient your recipe depended on.

It wasn’t even like you cooked often. You were a habitual air-fryer indulger whose culinary portfolio consisted of elevated cup ramen and just-add-water pancakes. 

But your sister was coming over, and you wanted to surprise her with her favorite chili oil pappardelle pasta. Hence, you needed a few more ingredients than your usual frozen dinners required, one of which was milk—an ingredient you realized, as you looked in your fridge, you were completely out of.

The minute hand ticked loudly, and your head snapped up to glance at the cupcake-shaped clock, which was slowly approaching 8:30—giving you less than an hour to finish your meal.

With time counting down, you had two choices for getting the milk: First, you could run down to the corner store and hope the creepy cashier wasn’t working tonight. That normally wouldn’t have been a massive concern, but it was winter, which meant it was dark outside already. And honestly, your sister's pasta just wasn’t worth the risk of dealing with someone who gave you the shivers. That left you with the second choice: flashing your best smile and begging your neighbors for a cup.

To the right of your apartment were Mrs. Hyde and her wife—two sweet old ladies who smelled like vintage perfume and flabby wine. Unfortunately, they went to bed at 7 p.m., so that was out. On the left were Mikael and his daughter Erin, but you two never quite got along, so that wasn’t an option either. Which left the one who lived across the hallway. He was supposedly a 'charming young chap' (according to the Hydes) and had lived there longer than you, but you’d never seen him.

Six months ago, when you first moved in, you’d baked some muffins and left them at his doorstep, but you’d forgotten to write a note and had been too embarrassed to try another introduction. So, this would be your first encounter with him. But it was an emergency, you swear! Otherwise, you wouldn't be bothering him with your trivial milk problems (even though they weren’t so trivial—after all, you'd already started the noodles and needed the cream base. Fast).

You grab a pair of neon Crocs, their bright contrast to your wine-red dress a jarring reminder of your frantic state, and rush out of your apartment, making sure to turn off the boiling water and secure the lid.

When you reach the door, you’re not sure why your heart is pounding in your chest or why your arms are covered in goosebumps. It’s probably just the nerves of meeting someone new, you decide, shaking yourself a little to readjust.

You curl your fingers to tap against the door, but just before your knuckles rap against the sturdy wood, it swings open. Standing in the frame is a tall guy with wire-frame glasses. He’s got a slimmer frame than his baggy plaid shirt can fill out, and a brown cardigan button-up rests just above his slacks. His bronze-like hair and matching doe eyes give you a not-so-subtle once-over, full of curiosity.

You jump in surprise, balancing yourself on the tacky wallpaper of the hallway. He quirks an eyebrow in a way that’s frankly adorable but you’re just a bit too stunned to fully appreciate just how attractive your neighbor happens to be.

“Can I help you?” 

“Uh, yeah, do you happen to have any milk?” 

He quirks his eyebrow again and this time you take note of the way his hair flops in front of it, “Yeah just not like grain or anything.”

You wave a hand in front of your face and shake your head, "Oh don't worry I'm not a hipster or lactose intolerant." The joke is rewarded with a small chuckle and you quickly decide it’s endearing. Dropping your hand from in front of him you stick it out, “Uh I’m your neighbor by the way. Not some random looking for milk handouts.” 

“I’m Spencer.” He provides, though he lets your hand hang between the two of you awkwardly, "Did you know the number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering? It's actually safer to kiss."

Dropping your hand to your side you pucker your lips dramatically, and tease, “Are you asking for a kiss?” 

“W-What? No!” He leans back and you erupt into a giggle, shaking your head at his grimace.

“Well if you don’t want a kiss do you mind if I get that milk?”

“Yeah, of course, I can help you with your..?" He trails off, seemingly not knowing what to call your predicament.

But you certainly know what it should be called, and answer without hesitation, "My life or death dilemma? The reason for my current milk escapades."

Spencer seems to relax a bit more at your rambling, his posture less stiff and more calm, "Hm, seems like it's pretty important." He quirks an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame.

"Well, I did say life or death didn't I.” You look over at his watch and tap a foot impatiently, "Hey um I'm kinda in a rush, my sister is coming over and I'm not even half done with the stupid sauce. Though in my defense, I didn't know she was coming until like a week ago and I'm an avid cereal eater so the likelihood of me even having milk when she came over is slim to none - but I took the risk and now I'm milkless and totally screwed because cooking is hard and god I think I burnt the noodles for this stupid chili oil pappardelle pasta-which by the way I don’t even know how to make." 

Spencer is biting his cheek because he can’t laugh. He can’t laugh because it’s rude to laugh at someone he’s only just met, even if you’re blabbering and blushing and wearing adorable chartreuse platform Crocs. 

When you moved in across the hallway, Spencer Reid had admittedly looked into you. It wasn’t that he meant to be intrusive—it was just in his nature. He’d always been wary of new people, especially given his line of work. So when the long-vacant apartment finally filled and the scent of Yankee Candles began to waft through the hall, he might have asked Penelope to do a little digging.

Though her extensive report didn’t do justice to the person standing in front of him now. 

"Oh my god, you're laughing!" You exclaim, positively mortified at his audacity to laugh at you in this time of need.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He catches his breath after a moment and licks his lips with a flick of his tongue, "Maybe I can make it up to you?"

You smile but your foot is still tapping, "Do tell."

“While I’ve admittedly never made chili oil pappardelle pasta I’m quite quick to pick things up. If you need any help I could-?”

"Oh please thank you!" Letting out a sigh of relief you go to grab his hand, only pulling back when you remember his tangent about germs,  "She'll be here in thirty minutes so we have to hurry."

"Okay, let me go get the milk, and uh we can start."

"Thank you, Spencer.”

"Oh ... you're welcome."

You don’t notice the blush.

[demonspawnsposts]

Fic idea: Damian meeting his father.

Damian Al Ghul (Wayne)?

Who knew he still had emotions. At the though of his mom leaving, and the separation anxiety that was locked for all 8 years of his life (more like 4 years since he was a velcro baby who Talia indulged) kicks in again.

Bro is clinging. Screaming to Talia while begging her to not go. she tries to separate him from herself. Some of the assasins and even Batman join. He is crying so hard he bites Bruce when he gest close enough to his hands

Not only that, but once he's separated and talia shouts "RESTRAIN HIM" before she yeets herself of a rooftop running away. damain is still screeching so loudly abd so ehartbreakingly.

Eventually seeing sessions really gone the screeching stops and heartbreaking sobs are replaced. It's like the fight left his body.

Bruce gently guides him to the batmobile.

Damian is like "I want mother" the whole time, everytime Bruce tries talking to him.

It dont stop there. He don't even remeber who he met and what he is busy crying.

Next morning he is so mortified but he has to face his father and prove himself now that mother is gone! This is to complete his training! He shall not shwo such display again. With that he hardens his face and goes out to face the world.

Moment he steps out of the room. Sits down for breakfast andddd....

Bruce: how are u feeling this mroning damain

Damian: adequate father

Bruce:

Damian: * sob* motheeeerrrrrr *sob *

Bruce: DAMIAN! SON!

Dmaian: WAAAAAAAAAH

Damian knew his mother has planned for him to meet his father. Damian also knew that this means that he will stay with his fatger while mother returns to the league. Damian also knew that this is not the last time he will see mother. So why is it that it hit him so hard.

Seeing mothers back turned to him for the first time. She left first, leaving him behind. Mother never leaves him. Mother always returns. But something baout this time felt doffrent.

His father was tall and big and looming behind a cape so dark. It excited him yet something eihtin his (little) heart felt uneasy when he looked at him. He stayed close to Mother while she introduced him. And then she put her hand on his shoulder and nudged him towards his father.

Everyhair on dmaians arms stood up and he felt a chill run down his back when mothers hand left his shoulder and she started walking away. He doesn't know where these feelings all came form but they hit him all at once. The thought of mother leaving. And he couldn't help himself. He lost control. (Baby assasin with attachment issues awaken)