#I also would have felt this way had I have to have been in close proximity to him for long periods of time

[clockwayswrites]

Bird Flight, Part 47

masterpost this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3

“Are you still feeling like you want to go back to the Manor tomorrow for Sunday dinner?” Danny asked.

They were out at one of Danny’s favorite cafes for breakfast, needing both the nourishment and the wonderful blessing of caffeine. They had spent the last few days basically hiding in Danny’s apartment, and it was a literal breath of fresh air to be out. Danny hoped that it also spoke well about Tim’s mental state.

Tim sucked down the last of his sugary monstrosity before, instead of answering, he asked, “Can you come with me and stay for dinner?”

“Absolutely,” Danny said without any hesitation. “We’ll need to take a taxi or something though, I don’t have a car.”

“I can call Alfred, or I guess… there’s always Dick,” Tim said with a little frown, “but he’ll ask questions. Jason has a car now, I think? I’ll text him later and ask.”

Danny gave a little nod and finished off his last bit fruit. He always liked to save a strawberry for last. “Alright, but if it’s too much for anyone, and that includes you, we can just take a taxi.”

“Yeah, sure,” Tim agreed. He pushed back his chair. “I’m going to go wash my hands. That sandwich was great, but so messy. Are you still good to go to that hobby story you were talking about?”

“I have plenty of energy still.” Danny made sure to accompany his words with a smile, wanting to assure Tim that he could manage. He was a little on the achy side, sure, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t just been sitting and enjoying the late morning for the last half hour.

Tim eyed him a moment before nodding and getting up. As Tim weaved his way through the tables towards the back of the restaurant, Danny pulled out his phone to update Bruce.

‘Tim has been fed and caffeinated,’ Danny wrote. ‘Plan atm is to be there tomorrow for dinner. Both of us.’

‘How is he doing? How are you doing?’ Bruce quickly sent, one after another.

‘Tim’s better. He’ll be okay,’ Danny assured Bruce first. ‘I’ll be ok too. Just sore still.’

‘If I can do anything…’

‘Of cou—’ Danny had started to type when it felt like a bucked of ice water had been dumped over him. For a moment he was left gasping and struggling to keep a hold of his phone.

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong with HIS PEOPLE.

Danny swiped the group chat open without a thought. And then stopped. This wasn’t Sam or Tucker or Jazz. This was close. This was…

Tim.

Danny jolted out of his seat. He barreled past the other tables to the back of the cafe. The bathroom was empty. The back door was open. There was a smear of blood.

“Danny?” Bruce answered the call immediately.

“They took Tim.”

“What—”

“I don’t know who! They took Tim from the cafe. They must have been there watching. I have this—I have this panic button from, um, Batman, but it’s daytime. I don’t know if…” Danny stared down at the button he had pressed down with a trembling thumb. The rest of his keys cut into his hand. “I don’t know if…”

“Stay there,” Bruce ordered. “Danny, just stay there. I’ll make sure that—”

Danny hung up the call. He couldn’t listen to Bruce and focus. He had to focus. He couldn’t expect another hero to come to the rescue. He had to find Tim.

Tim was HIS and he would find him.

[azzishands]

My brother's girlfriend - Chapter six

Paige x Azzi

WC: 5.5k

Warnings: mature content (18+)

A/N: Sorry, I lied, Josh won't be killed off 🫣 (Also, sorry for a shorter chapter, but the next one is longer!)

Masterlist

----

The apartment was filled with flowers and scented candles. It smelled like a pollen explosion and a fresh bathroom all at the same time. 

“Seriously, another one?” Paige muttered to herself as she spotted a new bouquet at the table. 

Josh and Azzi had taken it to another level. They had been acting like lovesick puppies for the last couple of days, and it irritated Paige more than anything. They would always rub their noses together, and Josh would always have his arm around her waist, and she would always laugh at his stupid jokes. 

But every time Josh wasn’t looking, Paige would catch Azzi’s eyes on her. She would see the mischievous glints in them, plotting something. And then every time they would end up alone in the same room, Azzi would do something unhinged for the few minutes they were alone. 

It almost felt like she was being punished by Azzi for not admitting that she liked her. 

Paige felt like she was being tortured - or better yet, edged. 

And part of her loved it. She craved it. 

Those short moments Azzi would unashamedly tease her were the moments that did her day. It was also those moments that made her more confused than ever. 

She obviously had feelings for Azzi, but she still didn’t want Azzi to know. The hopelessness in it all was still very much present. Her feelings didn’t matter because of the circumstances. 

But then Azzi would do something that made her feel a flicker of hope. A flicker of optimism. A second of a vision where they actually could be together. And Paige’s whole body would always get consumed by inexplicable warmth and comfort, it almost ached. 

She knew that their newfound dynamic was toxic. It was pure lust in the shadows, and love in the stolen glances behind her brother’s back. But she told herself that it was better than before at least, as long as they didn’t cross the line again. 

Azzi had stayed at their apartment for some days now, and had successfully managed to sleep in the same bed as Josh without having sex with him. She always told him a simple no, and Josh always respected it, he never questioned it, and for that, Azzi was grateful. 

She didn’t want to have sex with anyone but Paige, after all. 

At this point, she just stayed with Josh out of comfortability. And the fact that Paige had demanded her to fix things with Josh and the immense guilt she felt towards him. It was enough reasons to postpone any serious decisions she had to make.

Teasing Paige felt like control in a very chaotic environment. Seeing her bite her lip out of restraint or how her nails would dig in her skin every time Azzi’s pajama t-shirt would ride up and show a little too much skin made her feel powerful. Because if Paige didn’t want to give Azzi any validation, Azzi was gonna take it from her instead. 

Because if Azzi couldn’t have Paige, she would do everything she could to have her at least a little just for a few seconds. She would make sure that the universe’s creator would regret ever making their fates wrong. She would take it into her own hands to create justice in her own world. 

And teasing Paige felt like justice. Like redemption, in her own wicked way. 

“Hey, those are mine,” Azzi walked into the kitchen in only her T-shirt and underwear, trying to stop Paige from throwing out a bouquet. 

“They’re taking over the kitchen,” Paige said without even looking at her and opened the trashcan. 

Azzi grabbed Paige’s wrist with one hand, and the bouquet with the other. 

“Don’t do that,” Azzi scolded her calmly, not wanting to wake up Josh who was still sleeping in their bedroom. 

Paige turned her head to Azzi and realized how close they were.

“Take them into your room then,” Paige said and took a step back. 

“Fine,” Azzi muttered and carefully opened their bedroom door to leave the flowers there, and then silently returned to the kitchen. 

“Here,” Paige said and gave her a cup of coffee. They sat down together by the kitchen table and drank their coffee in silence. 

Paige enjoyed the silence. Moments like these always made her daydream just for a second about what their lives would be like if this were their own apartment, and they lived together as a couple. 

Just her and Azzi, sitting across from each other, sipping their morning coffee in peace. 

It stirred in her heart how much she wanted it. 

What she didn’t know was that Azzi was daydreaming about the exact same thing. 

Just her and Paige, alone in the apartment, like they were the only people in the whole world, just existing in each other’s peace. 

Paige was staring out the window. Her face always looked so soft in the morning. Especially when she wore those purple glasses and had her hair up in a low bun. Azzi studied her face with admiration. She was so pretty. To wake up next to that face must feel like waking up in heaven, she thought to herself. 

“You’re staring,” Paige said and turned her head to Azzi. 

“You have coffee around your mouth,” Azzi lied and looked away. 

“I’m sure I have,” Paige just smirked. 

Azzi just rolled her eyes. 

“Idiot,” she mumbled. 

“Don’t say that when you know I like it,” Paige casually leaned back on her chair with her hands behind her head, her eyes daring Azzi to react. 

But Azzi kept a neutral face, and let her eyes bore into Paige’s blue ones. 

That was a challenge. 

Paige was teasing her right back for all the times Azzi had teased her. But Azzi was not gonna fold. 

“Quiet all of a sudden? That’s new. You usually have so much to say,” Paige continued with a grin. “Like the other day when you told me I have pretty hands, right in front of Josh.”

“And what about it?” Azzi questioned coolly. 

“Just unlike you to be quiet, is all,” Paige shrugged. 

“Well, you haven’t seen all sides of me yet,” Azzi said back. “You have a lot of angles left to see me from.”

Paige snorted, entertained. 

“Likewise,” Paige drawled. 

“Oh believe me, I’ve seen enough of your sides,” Azzi scoffed. 

“But not from every angle,” Paige shot back. 

“I’ve seen enough,” Azzi simply stated again. 

“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite?” 

“My favorite angle?” Azzi huffed. “An acute angle.”

“Ha ha, real funny,” Paige said dryly. 

“You’re welcome,” Azzi smiled. 

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“Didn’t need to.”

“I don’t get you,” Paige scoffed. 

“So stop talking to me then.”

“Stop entertaining me,” Paige challenged back. 

“Stop being annoying,” Azzi said and looked at her phone. 

“Stop looking at me like you’re trying not to jump my bones.”

Azzi snapped her eyes at Paige with a glare. 

“Those glasses are clearly not working if that’s what you’re seeing,” Azzi deadpanned. 

“Don’t you think I know what your face looks like when you’re… desperate for it?” Paige raised her eyebrows slowly. 

Azzi swallowed, but didn’t express any emotions. 

“You’re right,” Azzi said calmly. “I’m definitely desperate to get fucked. I should probably go wake up Josh.” 

“Wha-” 

Azzi stood up and walked towards their bedroom door, but didn’t get far before Paige was right behind her, grabbing her wrist. 

“Don’t fucking say that,” Paige snarled and pushed her against the wall. Her hand was against Azzi’s chest, holding her back against the wall.

“You started it,” Azzi said back with wild eyes. 

“What are you, five?” Paige scoffed. 

“Why can’t I go have sex with my boyfriend, Paige?” Azzi shoved her away, but Paige just pushed her right back against the wall, hands on her shoulders. 

“Huh?” Azzi pushed the question. “Why, Paige?”

“I don’t want you to,” Paige said sternly. 

“Because?”

Paige’s eyes flicked with anger and hurt. 

“Is it because you have feelings for me, or is it because you have feelings for me?” Azzi asked rhetorically. 

“Let it go,” Paige sneered. “That shit doesn’t fucking matter.”

“It matters to me,” Azzi pressed. 

Paige let go of Azzi and took a step back. 

“That’s not my problem,” she gave Azzi one last look before walking into her bedroom, slamming the door shut. 

Azzi let go of a breath she didn’t know she had held in and stared at Paige’s bedroom door. 

Why was it so hard for the older one to just tell her how she felt? Azzi knew that Paige had some sort of feelings for her, but she wanted to know if it was just possessive, sexual feelings or actual love feelings. 

Azzi went back to the kitchen table and sat down with a sigh. 

Suddenly, Paige’s door opened up again, and she walked determinedly back to the table as well and sat herself down across from Azzi and looked at her with eyes full of emotions. 

“We have to stop this,” Paige said firmly. 

“Stop what?” Azzi asked, confused. 

“These mindgames,” Paige exclaimed frustratedly. “All this back and forth and fighting and teasing and… I’m so fucking confused, and I shouldn’t have to be, because you’re with Josh.”

“Maybe it’s not my fault you feel confused, Paige,” Azzi argued. “Maybe that’s just how you feel.”

“I wouldn’t be confused if you just stopped looking at me like that,” Paige shot back. 

“So you’re putting this on me?” Azzi asked in disbelief. 

“You were the one who told me you have feelings for me, and you keep on fucking teasing me,” Paige said. “We can’t keep doing this, Azzi. We have to pretend everything is normal between us. For real. For Josh.”

“Fine,” Azzi spat out. 

“From now on, we will be nice to each other. No more teasing, and no more fighting. Just two friends,” Paige suggested. 

Azzi looked at her hesitantly. 

“Azzi, please, be my friend,” Paige asked in an unusually soft tone and extended her hand. 

“Alright,” Azzi sighed and shook it, her hand buzzing from touching Paige. 

Paige smiled brightly at her, and Azzi felt the corner of her lips tugging into one as well. 

For the first time in a while, her body felt lighter and the aching in her heart seemed to attenuate. 

Seeing Paige smile like that gave the illusion that everything would be fine. And being Paige’s friend was better than nothing. She even looked forward to it, to some extent. 

“Yay,” Paige said and Azzi’s heart melted at the cuteness. “Okay, friend. I’m gonna go out for a run now, you wanna join me?”

Azzi chuckled. “Why not,” she shrugged with a smile. 

Maybe this was for the best for everyone involved, after all.

----

Being friends with Paige was not for the weak. Or at least not for the people who already had feelings for her. 

The moment Azzi and Paige stopped being so angry and frustrated with each other, their relationship turned into something softer. 

Azzi felt like she was getting to know Paige all over again, but with better prerequisites. They didn’t snap at each other anymore, they didn’t tease each other into frenzy like before, and when they caught the other one staring, they simply just smiled and let it happen. 

Walls were starting to fall, and hurt feelings were almost starting to heal, and honesty was starting to become their foundation. 

It got to a point where Paige could even occasionally enjoy being around Josh and Azzi together. 

“Paige, we’re gonna go to the minigolf course and play, you wanna come?” Josh asked her one weekend morning. 

“Sure thing,” Paige said and got dressed to follow. 

Once they were on the minigolf course, Azzi immediately hit a hole in one.

“What the fuck!” Paige exclaimed with wide eyes and a big grin. “You’re a fucking pro?”

“What can I say, I’m a natural,” Azzi twirled happily.

“She really is,” Josh hummed and smiled. 

Next up was Paige. The first thing she did was hit the ball way too hard, it bounced off of an obstacle and flew away into a nearby pond. 

“Shit,” Paige cussed and ran after the ball. Josh and Azzi just laughed. 

“Come on, Paige,” Josh said, rooting for his sister. 

“I’m just too strong, that’s why,” Paige said as she returned with the ball and put it on the tee-off area carefully. 

She looked at the hole ahead of her and aimed, swung the putter back gently and then loosely brought it forward to hit the ball. 

It rolled six feet until it stopped, not even reaching the first obstacle. 

“Oh my God,” Paige groaned. “I’m either too strong or too weak, come on.”

Azzi snickered behind her. 

Paige moved to the ball and hit it for the third time, not being able to get it into the hole. 

“Stroke number four,” Josh remarked, and Paige just gave him a small glare. 

This time, the ball fell into the hole. 

“Four is not bad,” Azzi commented and grinned at Paige who sulked. “Not bad at all.”

“You’re just saying that because you got one,” Paige said and crossed her arms with a big pout on her lips.

“Aw, don’t be a sore loser already,” Azzi cooed and put her arm around Paige while Josh was getting ready for his first stroke. 

Paige felt her cheeks heat up by the proximity and didn’t say anything back. 

“You’re cute when you pout,” Azzi whispered to her and poked her cheek, before skipping away to the next hole. 

Paige just bashfully smiled to herself and followed after Azzi like a lovesick puppy.

For a woman who had very good hand-eye coordination, minigolf was not one of the things Paige was very good at. When it was Paige’s turn, you had to watch out for the ball, because it could end up flying anywhere. 

And during one of the holes, the ball actually hit Azzi. 

“Oh my God!” Azzi ducked, but got hit right on her shoulder. 

“Bro, you gotta be careful,” Josh exclaimed. 

“Shit, I’m sorry Azzi,” Paige blurted out in panic and ran after the ball. Azzi just looked at her and laughed.

“You have a putter in your hand, not a driver,” Josh remarked. 

Paige bent down and picked up the ball that had done the damage and walked back to the group. She let her hand touch Azzi’s shoulder where the ball had hit her, and looked at her with an apologetic face.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t that bad,” Azzi dismissed reassuringly with a smile. 

“I’m gonna try and not do that again, but I can’t promise,” Paige awkwardly said and placed the ball on the tee-off once more. 

“Maybe I’ll stand behind you instead,” Azzi chuckled and moved.

“That’s no guarantee either,” Josh joked and earned a glare from his sister. 

This stroke, Paige used a lot less strength. She carefully hit the ball with the club and watched it go smoothly along the ground. 

She let out a breath of relief that she didn’t hurt anyone, and happily continued the hole. 

Azzi watched her with a stupid smile on her face. 

The friend thing was way better than before, but it was also more dangerous. Because now, Azzi found herself growing stronger feelings than she thought was possible. She craved parts of Paige she hadn’t even thought of before, parts she had never touched before. She wanted to be with Paige all the time, wanted to hear her thoughts and opinions on world news, she wanted to touch every inch of her skin, and she wanted to talk to her about what she thought happened after death.

The more Azzi got to know this platonic part of Paige, the more she longed to know. 

In all honesty, Azzi wanted to break up with Josh, but she just didn’t know how. And if she looked inside herself, the only reason she was staying now was to be close to Paige every day. 

Yeah, she knew it was fucked up. But she told herself that it was the least fucked up thing she had done so far.

-----

The newfound peace between the two women only lasted for so long. 

The switch happened in one breath one evening when Josh was at work, and Azzi lounged on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. 

Paige exited her bedroom and casually slipped:

“I’m sleeping at Sam’s tonight,” and crossed the living room to grab her jacket and leave.  

Azzi snapped her head towards her, reacting before she even got the chance to think it all through. 

“You what?” she asked, already feeling triggered. 

“I’m going to Sam’s,” Paige repeated and looked at Azzi with an unreadable expression. 

Azzi huffed, trying to keep her breathing controlled while a storm of emotions were starting to whirlwind inside of her. 

“Thought you were done with that,” Azzi spat out irritatedly. 

“She’s my friend,” Paige said back, equally as irritated. 

“She’s your fuckbuddy,” Azzi snarled. 

“So?” Paige challenged right back. 

“You’re seriously going over there to fuck her?” Azzi stood up from the couch, feeling her cheeks starting to heat up from anger. But most of all from hurt and jealousy. 

“That’s none of your concern,” Paige said.

“You’re unbelievable,” Azzi snarled and went to the kitchen. Paige followed her immediately. 

“What’s your problem?” she called out.

“You didn’t want me to fuck Josh, why can’t I want you to not fuck Sam?” Azzi turned around angrily. 

“Because we agreed to be friends and not do that complicated shit anymore,” Paige argued. 

“So you’re telling me you’ve been able to just shut it off?” Azzi questioned. “You mean to tell me you’re suddenly fine with me sleeping with Josh?”

Paige swallowed nervously. “Yes.”

It didn’t sound convincing at all, and she knew that.

“I don’t get why you can’t just let yourself feel whatever you feel for me,” Azzi said frustratedly. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“Because it doesn’t fucking matter, Azzi!” Paige yelled. “You’re with Josh, for God’s sake!”

“Because I have no reason to leave him if you don’t even want me!” Azzi yelled back. 

Paige’s eyes went wide and she couldn’t help but scoff at Azzi’s words. But Azzi saw the flicker of softness in her blue eyes, and she took the chance to approach the blonde. 

“Give me a reason to leave him, Paige,” she said with a soft voice and walked towards her, making Paige slowly back up into the counter behind her. 

“That’s not how it works,” Paige shook her head in distress, her pupils dilating as Azzi was caging her in, her hands braced on either side of the counter, trapping Paige.

Azzi pressed her body against her and let her nose softly bump into Paige’s. 

“Tell me how you feel,” Azzi rasped. 

A rush of heat flooded Paige’s face and her breath hitched at Azzi’s proximity. Her perfume infiltrated her nostrils, making it hard to not want to close the distance to her skin. 

“Tell me,” Azzi urged her once again. 

“I don’t- I-”

Azzi suddenly kneeled down right in front of her and rested her hands behind Paige’s legs. 

“You want this?” Azzi asked and let her hands roam to the front of Paige’s thighs. 

Paige’s eyes fluttered closed and her head tilted backwards at the sensation. Having Azzi on her knees in front of her was enough for Paige to lose track of what was important in that moment. All that mattered was Azzi and those big brown fucking eyes, looking at her from below. 

Azzi’s fingers traveled up to the hem of Paige’s pants and slowly unbuttoned them. When the last button was undone, Azzi slowly dragged them down, revealing Paige’s boxers beneath. 

“Hm, tell me to stop,” Azzi whispered and started to tug on the boxers as well. 

Paige just breathed heavily and looked down on her. 

“Tell me to stop, Paige,” she repeated almost daringly, as she slowly tugged the boxers down.

Paige held onto the counter behind her so hard her knuckles turned white. And the moment her boxers fell to the ground, and her glistening pussy was bared to Azzi, she couldn’t do anything but whimper helplessly. 

Azzi grabbed the back of Paige’s thighs and let her nose touch her hipbone. Her hands traveled up to Paige’s butt, massaging her muscles while softly starting to kiss her pelvis. 

Paige’s hips bucked forward uncontrollably. 

“Paige,” Azzi’s lips brushed against her pubic bone now. “I need you to tell me with your words, if you want this or not.”

Paige groaned. How was she expected to talk with Azzi’s mouth so close to her center when she could barely even think? And how could Azzi even ask that question? How could Paige not want this?

“I want this,” Paige exhaled. 

“Do you want me?” Azzi questioned, and Paige just looked down at her with a big frown. 

“I already told you,” Paige exhaled. 

“Say it again,” Azzi said, and gave a lick with her tongue over Paige’s thigh. 

Paige moaned in anticipation. 

“I want you,” Paige whispered out and immediately got rewarded with Azzi’s flat tongue swiping through her folds. Her whole body twitched and her hands flew to Azzi’s head, trying to steady herself. 

“How much do you want me?” Azzi asked, and gave her another swipe of the tongue. 

Paige gasped and grabbed Azzi’s hair harshly, moving her head back to her pussy.

“So much,” Paige groaned. 

“Mhm,” Azzi hummed and enclosed her lips around Paige’s clit and sucked hard. Paige rocked her hips and grinded herself against Azzi’s face.

Azzi let her tongue move down to Paige’s hole and gently slid it in as deep as she could. 

“Fuck!” Paige threw her head back in pleasure. 

Azzi slid her tongue in and out, her nose bumping into Paige’s clit every time. Paige’s big hands pushed her back in every time she slid out again and moaned loudly. 

Azzi loved the view she had. Paige’s eyes shut in bliss and her whole face being completely flushed, biting her bottom lip so hard.

“I’m gonna come,” Paige panted as Azzi kept on tonguefucking her. 

And in that moment, Azzi tore her face away from Paige’s pussy and got out of the grip Paige’s hands had on her head. 

“You’re not allowed to come until you tell me how you feel,” Azzi said threateningly and looked up at her like a siren. 

“Are you kidding me?” Paige groaned frustratedly. 

“Tell me, Paige,” Azzi said, and started to give Paige kitten licks on her clit. 

“Oh God,” Paige moaned and her hand flew once again to the back of Azzi’s head. 

“Tell me,” Azzi repeated and stopped for a moment. 

“Fuck, you’re impossible!” Paige exclaimed and pushed her back in. But Azzi just put her hands on Paige’s thighs and pushed herself away again. 

“Nah-uh,” Azzi shook her head. “Be a good girl and tell me.”

Paige let out a short humorless laugh. “Be a good girl and make me come,” Paige shot back. 

Azzi leaned back in and plunged her strong tongue back into Paige’s hole without warning. Paige gasped and immediately starting to fuck herself against Azzi’s tongue and face. 

But this time, Azzi slowed down. She was penetrating her slowly but hard, making her feel closer and closer to her high, but still not enough to push her over the edge. 

“Azzi, please,” Paige begged desperately. 

“You know what to do,” Azzi said and kept her slow tempo. 

“Fuck, fine!” Paige spat out. “I want you! I’ve wanted you for weeks now and it’s killing me to see you with Josh every fucking day. I want to be the one who gets to hold you, I want to be the one who protects you and I want to be the one you spend every fucking day with. I like you so fucking much, and it breaks my heart that you’re not mine.”

Azzi’s eyes fluttered closed and she removed her tongue from Paige for a moment. 

“There, you happy now?” Paige looked down at Azzi with a wrecked face. “You wanna know if I have feelings for you, as if my whole being isn’t consumed by you every single second of every single day. You’re all I fucking breathe.”

Azzi stood up face to face with the blonde, her eyes rapidly flicking between the ocean eyes who held storms in them. 

“You’re infuriating,” Azzi just said before she crashed her lips on Paige’s. 

Paige gasped as Azzi suddenly slid her finger inside her, pumping steadily. 

“I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard,” Azzi mumbled and slid in another one, curling them just right to hit the spongy part of Paige’s walls. 

“Azzi!” Paige whined loudly and was clinging onto Azzi’s upper body. Her arms flung around Azzi’s back, her chin resting on her shoulder and her fingers desperately gripping the fabric of Azzi’s shirt, holding on for dear life. 

“Does that feel good baby?” Azzi whispered in her ear, slamming her fingers in and out. 

“Mhm,” Paige could only moan. 

“You gonna come for me?” Azzi kissed Paige’s neck tenderly. 

Paige threw her head back with her mouth hanging open, silently moaning. Azzi pushed her body against the counter and let the finger who weren’t busy fucking Paige, gently wrap around her throat. 

“So so pretty,” Azzi said and put her forehead against Paige’s. 

“Right there,” Paige gasped, and Azzi did the same motion with her fingers over and over, until she felt Paige tightening around her fingers, her legs starting to tremble. 

Azzi wrapped her free arm around Paige, holding her up while her body was convulsing from her high. She slowed down her fingers as she felt Paige’s walls clench slower, and finally removed them completely. 

“Hey,” Azzi eventually said softly, and Paige fluttered her eyes open, still dazed. 

“Hey you,” Paige said out of breath. 

“Are you alright?” Azzi asked, and without much thinking, moved her Paige-coated fingers to her mouth, licking them off out of instinct. 

Paige’s eyes turned dark again. 

“You can’t ask me that when you’re doing that,” Paige mumbled and stared at her fingers. 

“Oh,” Azzi realized what she was doing and stopped, before hesitantly holding them up to Paige’s mouth. “You wanna taste?”

Azzi pressed her fingers to Paige’s lips, and Paige compliantly opened up. 

“This must be my new favorite taste,” Azzi said and couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way Paige was tasting herself on her fingers. She was sucking on them, letting her tongue swirl around them, all while holding Azzi’s gaze. 

“I’ve had better. I’ve had you,” Paige smirked as she had devoured every single drop of herself on Azzi’s fingers. 

“Charming,” Azzi smiled and leaned in to relax her body against the blonde one’s. Paige welcomed her with open arms and held her tightly. She felt Azzi’s breath on her neck and closed her eyes. Finally having her in her arms again. Something undeniable was starting to bubble up inside her.

But despite the sweet aftermath of her own orgasm, Paige still felt the ache in her lower stomach. 

“Azzi,” she mumbled into the dark curls. 

“Yeah?” the younger one said without moving, just enjoying the peaceful moment. 

But before she knew it, Paige flipped Azzi around and pushed her against the counter, pressing her front to Azzi’s back, letting her hand land on Azzi’s throat.

“Bend over,” Paige commanded and shoved Azzi’s upper body down on the marble top. Azzi caught herself with her hands against the cold marble with a gasp. 

“Your turn to tell me how you feel,” Paige slapped her butt which made Azzi jolt with a loud moan. “Or better yet, scream it.”

Paige reached around Azzi’s hips and didn’t even bother taking off her boxers, she just let her hand glide down beneath them and her underwear and found the wetness immediately. Paige leaned her forward, letting her bodyweight rest on top of Azzi, making her mouth sit perfectly close to Azzi’s ear. 

“How does that feel, baby?” Paige asked huskily in her ear, as she slid her finger inside without any further ado. 

“Feels good,” Azzi moaned with shut eyes. 

Paige used her whole body and rocked herself against Azzi at the same rhythm as her fingers were working in and out of her. 

Azzi’s breath was fogging up the marble, and Paige tugged on her hair, pulling her head backwards. 

“Tell me, Azzi,” Paige purred in her ear. “How does it feel when I pull on your hair?”

“So fucking good,” Azzi’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she just let her mouth hang open while her body was being pounded from behind. 

“Mhm,” Paige hummed, pleased with the answer. 

Azzi’s breathing was starting to become erratic. She bit her lip, but the constant moaning was escaping her lips nonetheless. She looked wrecked. 

“Paige!” she screamed when the blonde one let go of her hair and reached down her underwear with her now free hand to rub her clit. 

“I know, baby,” Paige brushed her lips against her ear. “Just take it.”

It didn’t take long for Azzi to feel her lower abdomen start to tighten up. 

“I’m close,” she exhaled out of breath. 

“Come on my fingers, babygirl.”

But without any warning, the locks on the front door began to jiggle, and Paige and Azzi scrambled up from the counter.

Paige hastily pulled up her pants and Azzi wiped away the drool on the corner of her mouth. 

“Hello,” Josh greeted without looking up from his phone the moment he walked in. 

Azzi could feel her pussy clench around nothing, as Josh had come home the second Azzi was climaxing. And Paige was standing with her hands behind her back, trying to hide her fingers that were covered in Azzi. 

“Hi,” Azzi said too quickly, and looked at Paige in panic. Paige just gulped and looked at Azzi with guilt all over her face. 

Josh stopped in his tracks on the way to his bedroom and looked up at the two women. 

“What’s going on?” Josh frowned, as the two just stood there awkwardly, as if they were waiting on him to catch on. 

“Nothing,” Azzi shrugged.

“Are you okay babe?” he approached his girlfriend and let the back of his hand feel the temperature of her forehead. “You’re all hot, you might have a fever.”

Her face was flushed red, her lips swollen and her hair all messy. And Paige looked exactly the same.

“You look kinda flushed too, Paige,” Josh commented and looked at Paige up and down, seeing the way her pants were kind of twisted. 

“It’s just hot in here,” Paige dismissed with an awkward chuckle. “Let me turn down the temperature.”

“Oh, okay,” Josh said and looked back at his girlfriend. 

“How was work?” Azzi asked, her hands trembling from the adrenaline. 

“It was okay,” Josh smiled and leaned in to kiss her. 

Azzi hastily turned her head so his lips landed on her cheek. 

Paige was behind Josh, putting her hand on her mouth in disbelief at what she was seeing. 

“What was that?” Josh laughed. 

“I don’t want you to get you sick,” Azzi blurted out and took a step back. The truth was, her lips still tasted like Paige. 

“It’s fine babe,” Josh smiled and leaned in again. 

Azzi literally ducked and jumped away from him. 

“No seriously, um, I think I might be contagious,” she rambled. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”

She swiftly disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the two siblings alone in the kitchen. 

“What the fuck is wrong with me,” she breathed out in front of the mirror, washing her hands and mouth, splashing ice cold water in her face. 

Before she could gather herself, someone knocked on the door. 

“Azzi, it’s me,” Paige said with a low voice. “Josh is in his bedroom.”

Azzi carefully opened the door and let Paige in. Paige closed the door and let her back rest against it, sighing deeply before looking at Azzi, who was leaning on the sink. 

They just shared a moment of silence with desperate eyes on each other. 

They were fucked up horrible people, and they both knew it. 

“We can’t keep doing this,” Paige murmured with a broken voice.

“I know,” Azzi whimpered, and felt the tears welling up out of guilt. She didn’t even try to hold it in this time, she just let them fall freely down her cheeks the moment they wanted to. 

“Baby,” Paige walked across the room and embraced her. Azzi didn’t need to say anything for Paige to understand what she was feeling, because Paige felt it too. 

They didn’t dare to spend too much time in the bathroom together, so Paige let go of the younger one and washed her hands to then exit the bathroom discreetly. 

Azzi wiped away her tears and took a deep breath. 

The only positive thing after all this mess was that she knew how Paige felt now, which made the next step obvious for Azzi. 

She had to break up with Josh.

[astraeus-tree]

Chapter 1

『For We're All That We Need』

Disparities Between Our Souls Summary: You're transported to your home universe after 5 years with your husband and attempt to avoid the watchful gaze of your family. Disclaimer(s): Focuses on Miguel, Reader and their aunt. Batfam is only mentioned. Fight scene and mentioned concussions

m.list | original pt1 | original pt2 | prev | next |

“Hello’s” and “Hi’s” filled your ears as you swung through the halls of the Spider HQ. True to its name, it was filled with an abundance of spidermen, all from different universes. You were no different from the rest of them, wearing a spider suit of your own. 

It had been 5 years since you were transported into this universe. You were first met with a bit of hostility from the spiders, but when they, and subsequently you, discovered you were the same as them, they softened up a bit. 

Their leader was no exception to this, perhaps even being the most defensive of all of them. It was safe to say no one would’ve thought that you two would end up together, at least back then. But contrary to everyone’s thoughts, you were now married to him. Yes, that’s right, you were married to Miguel O’hara, the leader and founder of the Spider HQ, and also the same person who chased after a 16-year-old boy. 

You had found out about that fact a few months after staying in the headquarters, from said 16-year-old boy, Miles. To say you were laughing your head off after the initial concern was an understatement. 

Right now, you were headed towards Miguel’s office, two plates of food balanced on one of your hands. You sighed mentally, you knew that Miguel most likely wouldn’t have eaten, too busy keeping watch of the spiderverse–or as he likes to call it “The Arachno-Humanoid Poly Multiverse”. 

You swung up to the platform of his office and called out to him. “Miguel, I have your lunch. Take a break and eat with me?”

“Mi corazón, I’m busy. We can eat later, promise.” He replied, trying to compromise with you. 

“Miguel. Come on, you need to eat. You didn’t eat breakfast.” You watched him sigh in response and moved closer to you, pulling the screen along with him. You could hear Lyla’s small snicker. “How are the anomalies? Need any help with them, dear?”

“I’ll be alright. They’ve mostly been in low numbers, and the new recruits are usually able to deal with them themselves. Thank you for the concern, though.” 

“Hm… That’s good. Any leads as to why they’re still appearing though?” 

“No leads. I thought that with Morales’ situation being dealt with, including that other anomaly, they would’ve disappeared, but they’re still ongoing. Lyla and I have started theorising something else could be at play here.”

You hummed in response. Although you had never seen the anomalies from when Spot was still wreaking havoc, something about these new anomalies was off. You would get an off-feeling about them, especially when you were on-field, in close proximity to them. You had mentioned it before to Miguel, but you both chalked it up to the fact that you were also an anomaly, technically–a similar but also vastly different case to Miles. 

Your brows furrowed. Being an anomaly yourself meant you were most likely connected to these other anomalies in some way. Still, there was also a likely chance that this strange relationship was deeper, especially since other anomalies, like Miles, didn’t get that weird feeling. It felt like danger was imminent, waiting just around the corner. 

You sighed and collected your thoughts. “Well enough of that. I came here so you would finally eat, so take some.” You nudged a roll of bread towards him, alongside a cup of coffee. You had your own pair next to you, on a makeshift table made of webs. It wasn’t the most satisfying of lunches, but food is food. 

You watched him as he grabbed them off your hands, a small smile on his face and a muttered thank you coming out of his mouth. You sat at the edge of the platform, and he continued working as you both enjoyed your food and drink in silence. It was a comfortable quiet, a small respite in both of your usually chaotic lives. 

Though as your luck would have it, this peace didn’t last for long. You didn’t even have time to finish your food when a portal opened up in front of the platform. You and Miguel were suddenly on high alert, with you placing yourself in a fighting stance and Miguel putting his arm in front of you. 

Portals were a norm, a common means of travel for both of you, but this was different. Not only was it rare for a portal to open up in this room–out of the spider's respect for their leader’s privacy–, this portal was different. The shapes and colours were all wrong, different from the ones spawned from the gizmos on your wrists. 

Everything about this portal was off; the feeling of familiarity coming from the portal did not help calm your nerves as you stared at it. You prepared yourself for any danger that could come out of the portal. But nothing came. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It had pulled you into the possible danger instead. It had given neither of you a chance to escape as it shut the moment you two were inside. 

The journey inside the portal was short, but it was most certainly not sweet. Both of you were tossed around inside it, not unlike a ragdoll. The landing was rough; neither of you was able to find your footing when you were thrown on the ground by the portal. Miguel had been the first to regain his footing, looking around for any general threats. When there had appeared to have been none, he held his out to you, waiting for you to orient yourself. You looked at your surroundings, dread filling in every new part that came into sight. 

The sky was dark, vastly different to the bright midday sky outside the Spider HQ. Although you could tell it was night, neither the stars nor the moon lit up the sky–smog and pollution instead took their place. Buildings stood tall, reaching for the sky but always too short–failing in ways that Earth-928B did not. The streets were quiet, yet all too loud at the same time. The rain fell onto your head in a similar manner to your heart dropping to your stomach. The realisation hit you all too fast. 

You were in Gotham. 

The city of your birth, your origin. The same city that your family protected and patrolled. The family you had not seen for 5 years. The family you had barely any relations with other than obligations of living under the same roof. Although you didn't hate them, you weren't ready to finish them. 

Perhaps the only people you could talk to were your aunt and Cass, but were they willing to talk to you? Even after you had basically abandoned them for 5 years, leaving nothing of notice behind? You didn't know, and you didn't want to know.

So, like the coward you were, you pulled your mask down to cover your face. Miguel follows after you, his mask materialising over his face. He waited for your words, seeing you seemed familiar with the place, unlike him. 

“We can’t stay here. I’ll open up a portal for us to go through.” He nodded at your words. You fiddled with your gizmo, attempting to portal back to the HQ, but nothing appeared. Miguel, after seeing your struggle with your wrist, tried to get his own to work as well, but it was a futile attempt. He inspected both your’s and his gizmo, but neither seemed to have any problems other than the fact that no portals had opened up. At least, both of you hoped that everything else was working fine.

Miguel knew nothing of this universe, but your reaction to it was telling. There was no cause for concern at first, but when your main and only mode of transportation between universes wasn’t working, panic was to set in. This was alright; he could send a message to someone or have Lyla send one. 

But that didn’t work either, and now he wasn’t sure what to do. He could try to fix up the gizmos himself, but he didn’t have any tools, and did he know the root of the problem? It had been working perfectly fine back in his office. Could the portal have messed it up? 

Though he pushed the questions to the back of his mind at the sight of you pacing around the rooftop, you two had landed in. Although your face was hidden by your mask, he knew there was a frown etched onto your face. 

He called out your name, but it didn’t break you from the trance you were in. “Mi corazón.” He called out loud, but to no avail. He tried a few more times before he eventually gave up on his words and walked over to you, softly grabbing your hand. 

“What?” You turned around at him, the word sharper than you intended for it to be. You took a breath, calming down your nerves. “I’m sorry love, this world is…” Your words trailed off, not knowing what to say next. 

“Are you okay now?” You nodded at his question. “Alright, can you tell me what’s got you so worried, mi vida?” He spoke to you softly. You were quiet for a moment, trying to form your next words. Ultimately, you decided with 5 simple words. 

“We’re in my home universe.” Miguel nodded, only needing those few words to know why you had been reacting the way you were. 

“Why aren’t the gizmos working?” You asked, voice small, as if scared for the answer–and you were. 

“I’m not sure. Either the portal messed it up, or there was something about this universe. Communications are down as well, so we’re ultimately stuck here until I can figure out some way to fix the problem.” You felt the dread seeping in once again. Not only would you most likely see your family once again, but the Spider HQ would be without its leader for an unknown period. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but were interrupted by the feeling of your spider sense. Miguel had stiffened at your sudden halt, but when he heard the commotion in the distance, he knew it had been your spider senses. You both turned, looking for the origin of the noise, and not too far into the distance, you saw a Doc Ock, terrorising the citizens. One that didn’t look like your universe, like a different artist painting on top of an already existing piece. 

You thought it was impossible, having been unable to return to your universe, even after trying the go-home machine. You thought that maybe, somehow, the connection between your universe and others had been blocked. But not only did you and Miguel appear back here, an anomaly was here, in your universe. 

You looked up, and on the clouds of pollution that blanketed the sky, you could see the light of the bat sign. Shit. If you didn’t want to confront your family any time soon, you would need to hurry before they could come. 

You and Miguel turned to face each other and nodded–a silent agreement to continue the previous conversation later and to take the anomaly down as fast and efficiently as you could. 

The wind rushed past you as you swung on the buildings, headed towards the anomaly. The adrenaline that was coursing through your veins had cleared your mind of any thoughts other than getting the anomaly down and away from prying eyes, or aka, your family. Miguel’s laser webs strung alongside yours, both of you moving as one. 

The Doc Ock became clearer and clearer as you got closer. If you weren’t sure if he was an anomaly before, you definitely were now. He looked like he came out of a steampunk movie, all coffee-brown. It was a stark difference from the modernity and darkness of Gotham. 

You and Miguel had set with your normal routine–Miguel would distract, you would evacuate and then join later. You made quick work of transporting the citizens away; most Gothamites having already been smart enough to evacuate the expected premises of the fight.

You made your way back to your husband not long after warning the final citizen. Miguel gave a nod to acknowledge your appearance, avoiding multiple mechanical arms with ease. With Doc Ock distracted, you tried to shoot a web to immobilise him, but instead it stuck onto one of his flailing arms. His attention shifted from Miguel and was now aimed at you. You taunted him, jokes spilling out of your mouth like second nature. As you did so, Miguel snuck up from behind and punched him square on the head. You saw him stumble, but of course that wasn’t enough to take him down, and he got back on his feet quickly.

He shot his tentacles out, reaching for both of you, but you two easily jumped out of the way. You shot a web to his left side, delivering a kick to his stomach, and Miguel landed another punch right after you. You kind of felt pity for the anomaly–this fight was so one-sided and the Doc Ock had barely managed to land any of his attacks, other than a few scratches. Nevertheless, this worked in your favour; the faster this was finished, the less it was likely for Gotham’s knights to see you. 

You swung up towards the sky as Miguel and the Doc Ock continued to fight. You shot another web to the anomaly, releasing it as soon as you got close enough to perform a frontflip into a kick onto his head. This time, Miguel was quick enough to immobilise him; webs stuck all around the anomaly. He knocked the anomaly out with another hit to the head–you’d be surprised if he didn’t have a concussion by this point. 

The aftermath of the fight was a mess, with debris lying everywhere on the street. You mentally apologised to anyone who lived here, but you knew Bruce would probably pay for damages later. No casualties had happened in the fight, with the Gothamites knowing better than to wander back into the vicinity of an ongoing fight. 

You sighed, trying to figure out your next steps. Normally, you two would’ve created a portal back to the HQ by this point, but that clearly wasn’t a viable option right now. You had three options left–go to the manor, which you would rather not unless you really had to, go to one of your family’s safehouses, of which you didn’t know where they were, or go to your aunt’s house. 

So, with not many other choices, you picked your aunt. You called out to your husband and he quickly turned to you. “I have a place we can go to. The person that owns it is someone I trust with my life, don’t worry.” You explained to him. He nodded and picked up the anomaly, carrying it like a football under his arm. He could see and hear your hesitation, but he chose not to comment on it. 

“Lead the way.” 

You shot a web towards to roof of a tall building and started swinging in the direction of the place you grew up, your aunt’s house. 

Your nerves started acting up again. You had left her for 5 years after all, what would she think of you now? Would she hate you? Or worse, not even recognise you? 

You had been so lost in thought, you didn’t even notice you had already arrived at her place, standing in front of the door. You took a deep breath and raised your hand to the doorbell–the same one you made her install after you moved into the manor. Your hand stood still right in front of it, your body refusing to go any farther. You felt Miguel’s hand on your shoulder and turned to him. 

“Mi Corazón, it’ll be alright. Didn’t you say you trusted this person with your life?” His words calmed your nerves and you smiled gratefully at him behind the mask. Again, you reach for the doorbell, this time successfully pressing the small button. 

The time it took for the door to open felt like centuries, but when it did, your shoulders sagged in relief. Your aunt’s face, though partially hidden behind the door, was still as beautiful as ever–aged, but beautiful nevertheless. 

“Who is it?” The cautionary tone and her rigid stance hurt your heart a little, but you couldn’t blame her. 

“Auntie. It’s me.” Although she still seemed cautious, her eyes had softened when she heard your voice. When you pulled your mask off, you could see the tears welling up in her eyes. 

“[Name]?” Her voice was full of doubt, but you could still hear the relief hidden in it. You smiled warmly at her. 

“In the flesh.” You let out a small chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood. Next thing you knew, the door had swung open and a pair of arms had enveloped your torso. You hugged her tightly in return, a few of your own tears rolling down your cheeks. When she let go, you instantly missed her warmth, but you pulled yourself together and prepared yourself for the myriad of questions you were bound to be bombarded with. 

“It’s a long story.” You looked to Miguel, but unfortunately for you, he only smiled at your misery and on top of that, your aunt had seen the small interaction. 

“We have all the time in the world. At least answer who this man is first.” Your aunt had opened her door further as she spoke, letting you two and also the anomaly inside. 

Miguel placed the Doc Ock down gently, in fear of destroying any of your aunt’s items. He fixed his posture and adjusted his hologram suit to reveal his face as he introduced himself. 

“Hello. I’m Miguel O’hara, [Name]’s husband. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

…

“What?!” Your aunt turned to you, then back to Miguel, and then back to you. “[Name]! You little rascal! What have you been doing these last few years without me?!” You scratch the back of your head, eyes looking away with guilt. 

“Like I said, it’s a long story. It’s better if we get comfortable first.”

“Fine. You better explain everything, especially that… thing over there.” She pointed to the unconscious Doc Ock on the floor of her living room. 

“We will, don’t worry.”

After a long conversation, you had finally caught your aunt up with your life. 

“So let me get this right. You’re a superhero, alongside your husband, hence the spider-looking costumes, and the things on your wrists help you travel, but they’re broken, which is why you’re here.” Your aunt repeated back to you. 

“That’s right.” You nodded. 

“And you didn’t even visit me once? Will I ever see you again when they’re fixed?” Your aunt asked dejectedly. Your heart broke at her words. You had just learnt that although your other family had been providing her with money, she chose to stay here to preserve the memories she had with you and your mother, when she was alive. She also still had hope that one day you would return to her, and so she waited expectantly every day for you, which ended up being worth it, for you were here in her house again. 

“I’m sorry. I promise I tried, but nothing worked. This is the first time I’ve been able to come here, and like I said, it wasn’t even planned. We’ll try to come back when we fix our gizmos, but it’s not guaranteed.” Your aunt visibly deflated at your words before gaining her composure again. 

“Well, if what you want is to return to your new home, then I’ll do my best to help you. Your happiness is the most important thing to me, sweetheart.” A new wave of emotions passed through you at her words. You truly were lucky to have her as your aunt. You smiled at her and pulled her into another hug. 

“You're the best family anyone could ask for. I love you so much.” Your words were shaky and mumbled as you pou

red your emotions out. Your aunt hugged you back, patting your back as you hiccupped onto her shoulders.

“I love you too.” She reaches her arm out towards Miguel. He seemed taken aback before hesitantly joining in the group hug. You couldn’t help but mentally laugh as you felt his stiff arms surround both of you. Your aunt was the first to break apart from the group, with you and Miguel following soon after.

“Now what do you two need to fix that watch of yours?”

Taglist (open)

@the-dumber-scaramouche @lettucel0ver @khalinda-ev @cupid73 @inojinieeee @bbakaricanbake @akanescrustyashes @chiizuluvr @knufd @bbmgirll @funtimekoda14 @galaxypurplerose @1abi @hime44444 @awawage @vndexd @flowersdeb @rosasandroses @fanfictliver @princessbonnie-bell @aixaingela @xzmickeyzx @holderoflostmemories @bat1212 @gabinapo-tulogna @levisungjingwoo2099 @vanessa-boo

I lied when I said it would take a while lol, oops. Ok next chapter will, cuz exam period is coming up already :(

This chapter, as you can tell, merges chapters 1 and 2. It follows the same premise as them, just fixed up some stuff here and there and (hopefully) improved the fight scene. They still definitely aren't my forte though lol

Changing up some stuff though and POV switches won't be happening too often in chapters now, but will happen in different chapters, so for example, chapter 9 is reader pov and then chapter 10 is batfam pov (not actual plans, just examples)

Fun fact: originally, Reader was supposed to be filo before I changed it so their ethnicity was ambiguous, but I just realised I kinda let some remnants of it slip in the original Chapter 1. It wasn't much, but the original scene was that Reader was supposed to have made the food, which was pandesal (a type of Filipino bread), so it's just kinda funny that it slipped through my watch

Have a great day/night everyone <3

[dollyfiles]

lizzie interrupting single!dad!rafe and sweetheart!reader

sweetheart!reader mlist

cw: fluff, little bit of smut at the beginning, newfound family

it had been one of those days where the hours dragged and dragged. your poor feet were aching from the diner’s rush, and rafe’s shoulders were tight from back-to-back shifts at the office.

so when lizzie went down easy for once, meaning teddy bear tucked in, nightlight on, no ‘but one more story’ pouts, you two stumbled into rafe’s bedroom like teenagers all over again. giggling quietly, and hands practically everywhere.

rafe didn’t even bother turning the bedroom light on all the way as you fell back onto the sheets. just the lamp on the nightstand was illuminating you faintly, but it was enough to let him see your beautiful body aching. ready to be touched.

his lips connected with your neck instantly, leaving a trail of wet and hot kisses on your skin. one hand was tangled roughly in your hair, holding you steady. while the other was already working its way down to the part where you needed him the most.

“mhhm..rafe, please.” you begged, legs spreading for him easily, his big frame towering over you. “shh...be quiet and you’ll get it, sweetheart.” he muttered in between kisses, his hard on eagerly pressing against your soft flesh.

rafe was just about to move his hips in between yours, finally connecting you both while the lust was eating him alive, when a sudden yet soft sound evaporated from the closed bedroom door.

knock knock.

you both immediately froze. “no way,” you whispered, wide-eyed, completely still beneath him. rafe didn’t move a muscle either, barely breathing, before whispering, “maybe it was the wind.”

“the wind doesn’t knock, rafe.” you hissed. then another soft knock. this time followed by the quietest little muffled sniffle. he sighed, flopping off you with a groan and putting his boxers back on, while you scrambled for one of rafe’s big tshirts. “yep. that’s the kiddo.”

the door creaked open just a second later and there she was, his little girl in her pink bunny pajamas, barefoot, teddy bear tucked under one arm, and hair all staticky from tossing and turning. her big eyes were glassy, lips trembling.

“daddy,” she sniffed, voice barely above a whisper, “i hads a scary dream. can i sleep in the big beds pwease?” you were now sitting up, eyeing the little sad girl and giving your boyfriend a look that said ‘don’t you dare say no.’

rafe sighed, heart melting and aching all at once. he’d been ready to melt into you just seconds ago, but now all he wanted was to scoop his baby up and keep her safe. “‘course you can, baby,” rafe said immediately, already reaching for her, “c’mere.”

lizzie scrambled up into the bed, settling herself right in the middle, her head tucked under rafe’s arm and her feet cold against his side. she blinked up at you with the same ocean blue eyes as her daddy, sleepy and soft. “hi miss sweetheart.”

you shifted without hesitation, curling your body protectively on lizzie’s other side. “hi sugar,” you whispered, brushing some hair from her forehead. “you okay?” lizzie nodded against rafe’s chest. “i dreamed you gots stuck in a candy machine, daddy.”

rafe snorted. “was i tryin’ to get a snack or climb inside it?” you giggled at his playfulness. “climbs in,” she mumbled, already half asleep. “you wanted the gummy bears.”

“sounds about right,” you smiled. “well, we can’t have any ‘daddy eating candy mashine’ nightmares on our watch,” rafe replied with a chuckle, before kissing lizzie’s forehead.

all of you got real cozy then, wrapped up in blankets and little giggles. rafe looked down at the both of you and he felt it all at once. the frustration of being interrupted, yeah, but also this bone-deep peace.

he’d never expected this kind of life, not really. not the kind where a girl like you would be in his bed, loving his daughter like she was her own. not the kind where “family” felt like something he was worthy of. and neither did you.

right now your heart squeezed in that aching, unfamiliar way it had been doing ever since rafe and lizzie had started feeling like home. and nothing about this could compare to the life you were used to.

you hadn’t grown up with gentle words after bad dreams. no dad whispering “you’re safe now, bug.” no woman’s arms open without hesitation, pulling you close with warmth and love like it was a given. you had learned young that love could be conditional, distant, sometimes cruel. so this kind of affection felt almost too much for you.

“looks like the mood’s officially dead,” rafe muttered then, pulling you out of your thoughts. “aww, you’ll survive.” brushing your foot against his under the blanket. “barely.” lizzie yawned loudly between you, and then, with utter seriousness, asked, “were yous and miss sweetheart wrestlins?”

rafe coughed hard then, while you visibly gulped. “uh—nope. just—just tickling. loooots of tickling.” he tried to explain, making you laugh into your palm.

“you are funnies.” the kid replied with a long look at you both, while you were mouthing the words, “you’re the worst liar, you know that?” to rafe. “get used to it, baby girl,” your boyfriend murmured to his daughter, pressing a kiss to the crown of lizzie’s head.

you smiled to yourself, then looked back at him. in the low light, his hair was a mess and his eyes were heavy with sleep and love. so much love. and that part still made you dizzy.

“you okay?” he mouthed silently. you nodded. more than okay. then, almost without meaning to, you mouthed back, “thank you.” rafe’s brow furrowed like he didn’t understand why you were thanking him. but how could you explain it?

how could you explain what it meant to be chosen by a man who carried so much weight but still had room in his arms for you? how could you explain how healing it felt to be trusted with his daughter, his home, his heart?

you couldn’t. but you were willing to show him. show him that he and lizzie made you feel like no one did before. a feeling of finally belonging somewhere. and not for pretending to be easy or lovable or perfect. and that was a kind of love no one had ever given you before.

and as lizzie drifted off between you two, snoring gently with her bear tucked under her chin, your hand found his beneath the covers, fingers lacing without a word. and rafe couldn’t help but think, that he wouldn’t trade this for a single damn thing. not even the ‘wrestling’.

tags: @ribbonbiter @soangelbaby @bradshawed @sugaredbambi @rotapathetic @rafessecret @inspiredangel @et6rnalsun @st8rkey @acklesangel @nemesyaaa @rafekisser @deansbeer @littlelamy @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @lacyydollette @st6ined @inbred-eater

[sonderveiled]

— as your bf ?!

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 mydei x gn!reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

notes: u know that one meme where someone says "(name) and i are no longer dating" and another person says "thats a horrible way of telling people we're married"... that's how i see reader and mydei ...<3 reqs are open btw so feel free to send one ^^ pls enjoy, ty!

prior to actually dating him, mydei always found himself drawn to you in some way, whether it's due to the coincidence of always seeing you around okhema or the way your personality blends well with his, he never failed to feel this connection between the both of you

which pleasantly surprises him, if he's being honest. he knows that a lot of people see him as a strong, intimidating warrior, the crown prince of kremnos, yet you're always waving at him and greeting him without any hesitation like he's a cute, harmless chimera

mydei struggled with admitting his feelings at first, though. occasionally, he would see other people get close to you, flirt with you, ask you out on dates... but since you weren't even his, he felt like he shouldn't say anything about it. why ruin your potential love life by scaring off any suitors that approach you just because he feels jealous, right?

little does he know, you also feel very strong, very romantic feelings for him. and you have been for a while

aside from his physical traits, like his handsome face (he is quite literally one of the top ten most beautiful faces in the whole of amphoreus) and his body that looks like it was sculpted by the titans themselves, mydei has a very soft personality below it all.

he plays with the little kids around okhema, he cooks for his fellow chrysos heirs (and purposefully makes phainon's portion as unappetizing as possible because the deliverer pisses him off quite often. you find this fact very amusing.)

during the early days of your relationship, mydei was a little awkward around you. he has little to no relationship experience, but he wants to try to improve for you and you alone

he knows his strength, so he makes sure that he isn't squeezing your hand too hard (he never is) or his hold on your waist is too tight (again, it never is)

it's also important to note that he blushes easily, some moments more subtle than others. less grand gestures such as handholding won't have a crazy effect on him, but if you kiss his neck or call him a cute nickname? his cheeks are a lot more red than usual

there are moments where mydei is just so loving and grateful towards you. for years, he's struggled from the beginning of his life until now, but you made the weight on his shoulders so much lighter

he loves kissing your hand. its the first place he kisses on your body since it isn't as intimate as your forehead or, heaven forbid, your lips (it does take him a few months to kiss you, yes, but he's more than worth the wait)

mydei's voice is also noticeably softer when he speaks to you compared to others. think of the way he speaks to tribbie and castorice, but add a tinge of gentleness and love into it. that's how he sounds whenever you're the one he's talking to, even before you two were together (it was a subconscious thing that he didn't even realize until you pointed it out)

overall, having mydei as your partner is a once-in-a-lifetime experience that no one has had except for you, and it'll stay that way. he has no intention of leaving you, ever (unless you want to break things off, but i sincerely doubt that will ever happen)

[latenighttalkinqwp]

I request the letter F!!! “First time with Nika Muhl!” Go about it how you want!! Congrats on 1K!!

FIRST TIME WITH NIKA MÜHL !

you tried to ignore the way your girlfriend was staring at you, but with her practically undressing you with her eyes, it was nearly impossible. “would you stop?” you mumble, crossing your legs as you try and focus back on what your friend was ranting to you about. nika rolled her eyes, placing a hand on your upper thigh. you brush her off, trying grasp what your friend was telling you about her piece of shit boyfriend. “so he told you to come over, left you outside in the rain, just to find out he was at the bar with his friends?” you raise an eyebrow, adjusting the phone so nika was also in the frame. she nodded, dropping her head in her hands. your friend was still going on and on about him, while nika was running her hand up and down your inner thigh.

you guys had been dating going on two months, and have yet to take the next step. obviously there had been moments, but it never felt like the right time.

finally hanging up with your friend, you turned off your phone and looked over at the brunette. “nika.” you glare at her. she grins, leaning down to kiss along your jaw. “yes?” you turn your head, giving her more access. she looks up, meeting your gaze. her eyes were hooded, holding a look of desire. “ma, i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back this time.” she leans close to your lips. you nod, “it’s okay niks. i don’t need you to anymore.”

the moment you finished your sentence, she grabbed your hand and practically skipped down the hallway into your bedroom. pushing you down on the bed, she moved to straddle your hips and moved her hands underneath your shirt. “tell me if i need to stop? okay?” you nod, reaching down to pull your shirt over your head. “okay.” nika leaned forward, and started kissing all across your chest. your hands rubbed up and down her back, before you moved them to her hips. pressing her down against yours, you rolled your hips up against her center. “sranje-” she moaned into your neck, pulling away and smiling at the forming marks on your chest. she started to grind her hips against yours, you both moaning out at the feeling. “nika- oh my god.” she bit her lip, looking down at you. she slid one of her hands down to your entrance, raising an eyebrow. nodding, you used your hands to press her flush against your pelvis.

she stuck in two fingers gently, watching your face as she changed the rhythm until you felt comfortable, “baby- oh!” you cry out, rolling your hips again trying to feel more. “you feel so good, squeezing around my fingers.” nika breathes out, moving down to press a kiss to your lips. moaning into her mouth, she slides in another finger and then curls them just enough so that it hits your g-spot. “SHIT.” she smirks, speeding up her pace as you start to come undone. the brunette pulls out her fingers gently, and before you could whine out, her tongue makes up the loss of contact.

by now, you were a moaning mess. nika was eating you out like she was a starved child. sucking on your clit, biting your inner thighs, and just painting a picture with her tongue. “nika- gna cum.” you start to squirm, and your breathing starts to get heavy. she ignores you, and continues to press kisses on your clit. “fuckfuckfuckfuck-” you yell out, and nika uses one of her hands to reach up and squeez your breasts. “such a good girl- cmon. cum all over my face.” she mumbles into you as you finally let go.

nika starts to try and clean you herself with her mouth but you start to close your legs. “too much- holy shit.” you groan, wrapping your arms around her neck as she leaves from in between your thighs. she smiles, absolutely pussy drunk, and kisses you. “mmm, you tasted so good. jebati. you were such a good girl f’me.”

- thank you so much for reading all the way through! find more of my 1k celebration on this masterlist! find more of my work on my masterlist! likes and reblogs are appreciated 🩷

- so uhhh..thoughts?? i’m pretty sure this is like the most in detail smut ive written. but im not too sure about the croatian translations i did so please feel free to correct me if im wrong <333

[fenya-scribbles]

Twilight

Pairing: ex!Changbin x fem!Reader

Other Characters: ot8 mentioned

Summary: In which your ex is the only option to get home safe. Repeatedly.

Genre: fluff, exes to lovers, college!AU

Content warnings: Minsung is thing here, Reader is afraid of walking through the dark, brief mentions of creeps being creepy

Word Count: 1,967

A/N: Happy Birthday @angel-writes-skz-here 🎊 Thank you again for including me in the celebration!! I hope you like my lil fluffy fic :3 And everyone else: Stay tuned for the upcoming fics in Angel's SKZ Birthday Bash!!! I'm already so hyped :D

Thud.

Your book closed significantly louder than you’d expected. You looked up, scared you might’ve disturbed someone, but to your surprise the library was empty. You were the last person here. Confused, you checked your watch. 

1:34 am

Fuck. 

Time had passed quicker than you’d liked while you were working on your seminar paper. And now it was late, way past midnight - and dark outside. You’d have to walk a good 25 minutes over the dimly lit campus to get to your dorm. Your stomach tightened painfully at the thought. 

Hastily, you packed away your things, put back the books, and pulled out your phone. There was no way you’d make it home on your own without summoning an anxiety attack. You needed someone to walk you home. It was silly, but you were terrified of walking alone at night.

Too many sketchy experiences, too many drunk frat boys who wouldn’t accept no for an answer, too many horror stories from your friends. 

That’s why you wouldn’t ask any of your girl friends - they’d have to make it through the dark alone to get to you in the first place and you wouldn’t ask that of them. Also, most of them would be asleep by now - at least you hoped so for their sake. 

It had to be one of your guy friends. 

Slowly you moved through your chats. 

Seungmin and Felix were either asleep or so deep into their gaming session that they wouldn’t even look at their phones. Hyunjin was also not an option, the man was probably even more afraid of the dark than you were. Minho and Han had been on a date earlier - you’d definitely not disturb them, whatever they were doing now. Jeongin and Chan weren’t remotely close enough friends with you to be asked for this kind of a favor. 

There was only one option left, all the way at the bottom of your messages. 

Changbin. 

Your ex. 

The two of you had dated three years ago, back in high school - a teenage whirlwind romance that burnt too bright and got serious too fast to last. Neither of you had been mature enough to build a lasting relationship, so you’d called it quits. No bad blood, just two people going their separate ways. 

Until you’d run into him at one of Han’s movie nights. 

Things had been awkward for a bit, but you’d quickly settled into a minimal contact kind of relationship, accepting each other’s presence but not letting the past interfere or make it weird. You only spoke when you ended up at the same place and it was the normal thing to do. 

It worked like this, being in the same circles, but sometimes you felt his laugh pull on your heart strings again. You felt the quiet comfort he’d always provided, even after all this time. Mostly, you tried not to linger on it, chalking it down to old feelings and nostalgia. 

But every so often you allowed yourself to stare at him, watch him joke around with his friends, letting his smile melt your heart like it had all those years ago. Then you shook it off. It was over. Had been over for so long. He was just an acquaintance now. Right?

The only reason his number was in your phone was because Han loved to make group chats for his hangout sessions. 

But alas, Changbin seemed to be your last option to make it home without a mental breakdown. You cursed that inner fear of yours, cursed every creep who ever made the dark feel unsafe to you - and opened the utterly empty chat with your ex.

You: hey

You waited. What if he didn’t even answer? What if he did but just laughed at your request? What if he hated you now and just didn’t show it yet?

Him: hey

Your heart jumped in your chest. 

You: I know we haven’t talked, but I need a favor

Him: what is it?

You: I’m stuck at the lib. It’s dark.

Nervously, your thumb hovered over the keyboard, as you hoped he’d understand without you having to spell it out. He’d been subjected to your fear of walking through the dark more than once all those years ago. 

Him: I’ll be there in 10

You let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. 

But your heart was still hammering in your chest like it tried to escape. Only now it had nothing to do with the dark anymore. 

***

You stood in the entryway of the library building when he showed up, soft eyes finding you through his thick-framed glasses. His hair was a curly mess, his hoodie looked soft and too big, even on his broad frame, and some part of yourself wanted to run into his arms. 

You didn’t. 

“Hey there”, he said, voice calm. “Hey”, you replied, almost too quiet to hear. It had been years since you’d been alone with him and it made your pulse quicken. Not with fear, but with anticipation. “Come on, let’s get you home.” 

You walked quietly beside him, pointedly staring at the ground in front of you, very much ignoring the urge to loop your arm through his. It was weird walking alone with him like this, sharing the quiet of the night, revelling in his safety. Because the last time he’d walked you home you’d been all over him. And he’d giggled at all the kisses you’d left on his handsome face.

Maybe that’s why it felt like the most familiar thing you’d done in a while. 

Neither of you talked until you reached your dorm, yet the silence never felt heavy or strained or loaded. It felt calm. It felt peaceful. It felt safe. 

He felt safe. 

“Thank you”, you said when you reached the door to your building. “Anytime”, he answered, like this was the most normal thing to ever happen. Neither of you moved for a while, eyes locked for a sacred moment. A smile tugged at his lips. You balled your hands into fists inside your pockets so you wouldn’t touch his face. 

He was your ex, you reminded yourself. He was just an acquaintance now. 

The tingling in your stomach begged to differ. 

“Good Night”, he said eventually, voice low and soft and perfectly calm. “Night”, you whispered back, not trusting yourself to speak louder for fear of your voice betraying the turmoil on the inside. With a nod, you turned and entered your building. You didn’t look back, didn’t see him standing there until you’d disappeared from his view. 

But you still felt his eyes on you. 

And you liked it. 

***

The following day flew past you in a blur of classes and meeting friends here and there. You didn’t tell anyone about Changbin walking you home, despite it being the one thing constantly lingering on your mind. You kept it to yourself, like it was something precious you had to protect. Something that only belonged to him and you. At least for now.

When the quiet of the library surrounded you once again, it was already past sundown. You were surrounded by books and papers, your laptop casting a harsh white light on you as you emptied the last of your bubble tea. 

Once again you got lost in your work, combing through research, structuring paragraphs, collecting information. Once again you lost track of time, tunnel vision taking over. Once again it was past 1 am when you finally closed the books. 

But unlike the previous night, you didn’t panic this time. Because you already knew who to text. Sure, tonight another one of the guys would probably be free. 

But Changbin had said “Anytime.” 

He’d been running through your head all day, that downturned smile showing up every time you closed your eyes. It was ridiculous that you thought of him like this after all this time, but you couldn’t help it. 

You’d grown. He’d grown. And whatever had happened in the past to break you apart was exactly that - in the past. 

You: hi

Him: hi :)

You: I’m at the lib again…

Him: see you soon then

You smiled at your phone as a familiar warm tingling spread in your stomach. You’d missed this. His reliability. His simplicity. Him. 

“So, what are you doing so late at the lib anyways?”, he asked as he walked beside you a few minutes later. You looked up at him, heart stumbling at his curiosity. “Working on my seminar paper.” He smiled. “What’s it about?”

You spent the rest of the way talking. About college and how you ended up in the same circle of friends and how the dorms were almost unbearable to live in. 

He listened intently, eyes on you, a quiet chuckle leaving his pretty lips now and then. When he asked about your life, your opinion, your input, it was genuine. When he shared his thoughts, his experiences, his point of view it was honest. 

The walk to your dorm passed way too quickly. 

“Will you be at the lib again tomorrow?”, he asked. You nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” A cheeky grin spread across his face. 

“See you tomorrow then.”

***

In the following weeks you’d find yourself looking forward to your lib sessions more and more. Or rather the walk home after. Changbin would show up when you called, eventually just showing up on his own and waiting patiently for you to finish up before he walked you home again. 

And again. Every night. 

Things fell into place like puzzle pieces, and the tingling in your stomach turned into full on butterflies. At some point you found your arm looped through his, no longer denying yourself. At some point he started hugging you good night when you reached your dorm. 

“Y/N?”, he asked one night, standing in front of your dorm once again. “Yes?” He took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking”, he said and your heart stuttered for a moment - did he want to stop walking you home? But things went so well. Or so you thought. 

“Hey, hey, it’s all good”, he said with a chuckle when he saw the look on your face, “I was just thinking about how we’ve been walking through the twilight for weeks now, and I’d really like to see you by daylight, you know?” 

Your heart did a somersault in your chest and you momentarily forgot to breathe.

“Binnie…what are you saying?”, you asked cautiously, not daring to hope just yet. You knew what you wanted him to say, but if he didn’t you’d fall apart right then and there. 

Changbin lifted his hand to brush his fingers over your cheek. “I’d like to take you on a date, bunny”, he said, “a real one. By daylight. If you’ll have me?” 

“Yes!” The answer escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you flung yourself into his arms. “Yes, Bin, I’d love to”, you mumbled into his hoodie, as his arms wrapped around you, tightly pressing you to his chest. 

You stayed there for a good while just soaking in each other’s warmth, and when he finally let you pull back, it was just enough to face him. His eyes locked onto yours, searching, asking. You understood, giving him a soft nod. 

His lips met yours, gentle and cautious, but with no lack of determination. You let yourself melt into him, as fireworks went off in your chest and your mind went blissfully blank. He still tasted like you remembered, but he kissed better now. More secure in what he was doing, more secure in who he was doing it with. 

And you knew that this time around you wouldn’t let it burn out. 

This time around, you’d make it last. 

Fenya’s Masterlist

Taglist @lov3rachan @breakmeoff @effervescentorbs

[bellasweetwriting]

in every place

────────────────────────────

— clark kent x f. reader ♡

— plot; without asking, without wanting, without thinking it, you somehow end up getting to know clark kent very well

— content; very popular reader , secret relationship , kissing , fluff

— a/n: this is a prequel to “in every universe”, the start of clark kent x reader’s secret relationship. i really loved writing this version of reader, hope you enjoy. requests are open!! also, as i always say, i write for tom welling’s clark kent, feel free to imagine any clark kent you want !! xoxo ♡

— prequel. one.

— masterlist

────────────────────────────

You pushed your books inside your locker, all while Zach kept talking to you about the party he was organizing for this evening. How great and amazing and other very simple adjetives were used to describe the get together he was planning, that involved the whole school, or at least the people at school that mattered. You smiled politely, wondering if he even cared you were standing there, or he just he just wanted an excuse to hear himself talk and not look weird. that’s just what he used to do normally. since he was as arrogant as a common swimsuit model, acting as if every moment of natural silence between you was the time for him to pose to an invisible camera.

He’d always liked looking pretty on the exterior so to not let people look at the emptiness inside.

“Zach,” you called him, closing your locker’s door. “I’m happy for you, really. I believe this party you’re planning has required a lot of effort. I can tell you put a lot of work into this.”

He shrugged, trying to disguise his arrogance with indifference, his narcissism with modesty. You hugged your History text book right against your chest, pressing down your nails to the back cover. You couldn’t wait for this long, insisting, tired conversation to be over so you could go to class. You couldn’t believe you actually wanted to go to class.

“You look beautiful today, have I told you that?” It was the first real compliment he had made you over the course of the twenty minutes he’d been talking about himself.

You looked at him with a soft smile. “Thank you,” you said, softly. “That’s very nice of you to say, Zach.”

He smirked, as if he was proud of getting the recognition he thought he well deserved. “I better get going. Class started five minutes ago, wouldn’t want to be any more late.”

Your face suddenly dropped at the mention of the time. You had classes with McGee, the history professor, and he was very strict with tardiness and the importance of being punctual. If you had known Zach’s intense and unending babbling would affect you in more ways than it already did, you would’ve left sooner.

You ran, didn’t walk, to your history class. But it was too late. Once you opened the door, and the eyes of your punctual classmates as well as your teacher laid on you, it was game over. You knew getting away with this with any less than detention would be improbable.

Your teacher said your last name with disgust. He’s made a point during the semester that he wasn’t fond of your way of getting things due to your looks, even if you thought it was just a discriminatory thought covered in pure fiction rather than anything that resembled the truth. You didn’t like the easy way, you’ve never had. Of course, he didn’t know that; and he felt wise to punish you for something he thought to be true rather than hearing the actual truth.

“You’re late,” he said.

“I’m sorry.”

“You know how I am regarding time. I don’t like any time of my class to go to waste. And since you’ve made it a habit to interrupt me and your classmates that take in consideration the time our class start, I’m left with no other choice than to give you detention.”

“Huh?” You let out, frowning. “But I—“

You were interrupted by the classroom’s door opening, a tall guy walking inside, someone you had seen before, yet never quite paid attention to. You turned to look at him. He was definitely tall, his eyes were as blue as crystal water, his skin tanned, his shoulders broad, his chest puffed. You raised your eyebrows in surprised, not expecting to see someone like him, and surprised you hadn’t noticed him before.

“Mr. Kent!” Your teacher yelled, taking you out of the trance you were involved in.

“I am very sorry, sir, I really am. See, I ran into some—“

“You can tell her all about it when you’re both in detention this afternoon.”

You both turned to look at one another, Clark noticing your presence to his side at that moment. He held his breath for a second, mesmerized by the sight of you standing so close to him. Of course he knew who you were, everyone did. Everyone in school would kill to be as close to you as he was right at that second. So close to someone as ethereal as you were.

“Now, you both, sit down.”

There were only two seats available in the whole classroom. Clark noticed, out of his luck, that they were right behind Chloe and Pete, and he followed you to them. His best friends smiled at him, practically mocking him, as he pulled the chair for you, letting you sit there. You thanked him, placing your bag on top of the counter, watching him sit down as well.

The blonde girl sitting in front of you that you recognized as Chloe Sullivan from the school newspaper turned to look at both of you, giving a mocking smile to your seat partner.

“Goodie two shoes Clark Kent got detention. That should be the Torch’s next front page article,” she whispered, mockingly, making Clark roll his eyes. “Do you even know in which classroom detention is.”

“3B,” you interrupted as you looked at Clark, both of them looking back at you. “I’ve had my fair share of detentions this semester to know a thing or two about them.” You extended your hand politely towards Clark, smiling, and you told him your name.

He reached for it, smiling as well. “I know who you are. I’m Clark Kent.”

“And I’m Chloe Sullivan,” Chloe interrupted, Clark and you letting go of each other’s hands. “What is your opinion on the recent resurface of cheating that the cheerleading squad has been apart of in the recent week? With the algebra midterm? Most of them had the same answers. Care to comment?”

You opened your eyes widely, surprised at the intensive eyes that were staring at you. You stammered, trying to find the right words, but you barely were even understanding the question.

“Chloe!” Clark reprehended her, his stared widened. He turned to look at you, giving you a kind smile. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said back, smiling. “Do you have a pen by the way? I’ve misplaced mine.”

He looked inside his backpack, taking out a blue pen and handing it to you. You grabbed it, your fingers gracing his as they passed. You smiled, he smiled, before you looked away down to your notebook.

────────────────────────────

When you arrived at the 3B classroom and saw Clark Kent inside, sitting alone in a two seat table, behind all the common attendees to detention, you smiled to yourself. You looked around, noticing there was also an empty seat right where you always sat, but something called you. By instinct, by a force more powerful than yourself, you walked in Clark’s direction; sitting, on the back of the classroom, right by his side.

“Hey,” you said. He looked up from his book, giving you a wide, excited smile. “Is this seat taken?”

“No, not at all,” he said, as you sat right beside him. “I thought there would be more people.”

“Well, you’re early… to detention,” you said, and as if they’d heard you, people began entering the classroom. “You’ve never been here before, haven’t you?” He shook his head with such cuteness you thought for a second you were going to melt. “It isn’t half bad. Normally, the guardian teacher just shows up at the beginning to take attendance, then leaves, and comes back to let us out. I normally watch movies or listen to music.”

“What a rebel,” Clark mocked, making you chuckle. “So, what music do you got?”

And, sharing your light pink headphones, both of you listened to some Billy Idol, Bob Dylan, Fleetwood Mac, and many others, side by side, while you played tic tac toe or read, inevitably close. You didn’t want the headphones to fall, so you kept him close to you, trying not to move as much.

Before detention could end, you knew you had to say something, anything, otherwise it would be too late, and he would be gone, and you had no clue when would Clark Kent would ever be so social with you.

“Hey,” you said, and he put down the headphone, turning to look in your direction. “Would you like to come to Zach’s party this weekend? From what I’ve heard, it’s the event of the millennium.”

Clark snorted. “Is that so?”

“It is so, yeah. There’s going to be unlimited cheap beer, some loud dirty music and a lot of people sweating and moving around trying to go with the rhythm but not quite. It’s actually very fun,” you finally said, smiling. He smiled as well. “I would really like to see you there. I mean, because I believe it’s just a step up from detention, really. If you are here, might as well be there, you know?”

“It’s the same thing?”

“Maybe a different font,” you mocked, making him laugh. “Will I see you there, Clark?”

The way his eyes lit up you thought he was having a stroke. You’ve never seen that look on someone, it freaked you, but amazed you as well. It was as if he was trying to melt you with fire in his eyes.

“Yeah… I’ll be there.”

────────────────────────────

He wasn’t there.

The wave of teenage men with beer in there system came to attack you as soon as you walked through the door, and the tsunami has yet to finish passing. You knew parties like this, specially as big as Zach organized them, eventually end up in disaster, and a lot of drunk high schoolers thinking they are more attractive than Calvin Klein model try to shoot their shot once they can.

But your eyes were looking for someone in particular.

And he did show up, just that you didn’t see him. But he saw you. He saw that white silk tank top you were wearing with those low rise jeans, and those high heeled pink sandals. Your hair was curled, different from that normal straight hair you always carry. And your lips were graced with something different, a shade of pink lip gloss you love to wear but always forget you have. And that smile of yours, which left him stuck right beside that door, your face just unmatched to any beauty he had ever seen.

But Zach had acted quicker. And he had said something that made Clark come back down to Earth from the ethereal place you had traveled him to.

“Hey,” Zach said to you as he sneaked up from behind, scaring you. “You look hot.”

“Hey, Zach,” you whispered. “Nice party.”

“Thanks, yeah. Hey, is it true you invited Kent? Clark Kent? That nerd guy that hangs around at the torch all the time? I just ran into him, and, let me tell you, he was under the impression that you asked him here.” He then started laughing, which made you frown. “Can you believe that guy? What a loser.”

You were quick to turn around and look through the kitchen window towards the front yard, being quick to see Clark Kent walking towards his red truck parked across the street, head down, staring at his feet.

Without even saying a thing, you left Zach talking to himself all alone in the kitchen, running towards the back exit. The cold air hit you right in the face as you stepped down the porch steps, white smoke coming from your mouth as the coldness of the night made red flush through your cheeks and the top of your nose. You yelled. Loud. His name echoed through the entire street, the sound of your voice filling him as he turned to look at you, without something to cover you up, running in his direction.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you cold!?” He asked abruptly, taking off his jacket and placing it over your shoulders. “What are you doing here?”

“Why are you leaving? You didn’t even say hi? How long have you been here?”

He exhaled. “Not long. Your boyfriend asked me to leave. Figured it would be wise considering this is his house, those are his friends… and I was there because of… his girl.”

You swallowed. “No, Clark, he’s not my boyfriend. He could never, in a billion years, be my boyfriend, okay? He just likes telling people that because it makes him feel better. The truth is my parents don’t allow me to date, alright? They’re very strict… I’m giving you too much information.” He chuckled. “I sometimes act out. Get in detention. Come to parties. Just to piss them off. Look, I just…” You smiled a bit, trying to find the words. “Please, believe me… I do not like Zach, okay? Just… come inside again, please?”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled to himself, doubting.

“Then,” you began, taking a step forward in his direction. “Let’s go someplace else.”

And you did. He took you to the barn right next to his house, to the loft that sooner you’d become so familiar with. And, trying to be as brave as he could, he kissed you so softly you practically melted in his arms. The way he held you, both of you breathing in as your soft touch eclipsed any other feeling you’ve had. The way he brushed your hair, the way your fingers caressed the back of his neck. It was the perfect kiss.

That’s how you and Clark Kent, under the cold light of the moon, decided that it was impossible for either of you to not see each other again, and that, for you to keep kissing like that, your relationship had to remain a secret.

[drcamin]

fair game, darling

inspired by the song doggy (ft. love spells & truly young) by geezer aka kevin abstract & dominic fike !

contains : exbsf!chris & exbsf!reader, fluff, angst

fair game, darling we had potential but you can’t help falling out.

you were a stranger to christopher sturniolo.

he didn’t speak to you, didn’t speak about you, didn’t see you, didn’t have anything to do with you. to the naked eye, it would seem like it had always been like this.

yet once upon a time, you weren’t strangers.

in fact, you were best friends, and he used to love a lot of things about you. he used to love the way you would laugh at his jokes. the way you would brighten up his day with a smile. the way your eyes caught a sparkle, even in the dead of night. the way he could hear your smile when you talked to him on the phone. the way he could feel like himself with you, and not anyone else.

but that all came to an end, when he saw you with him. your ex. at his birthday party. he couldn’t believe his eyes—the girl of his dreams, the love of his life, the light that brought him out of darkness, with that thing.

chris knew a lot about him—he knew more than your friends ever did. in fact, he was the one you called to cry about how he treated you. and chris? he was there for you, a shoulder to cry on. he comforted you, told you that you deserved better. he didn’t have to, yet he did. he even let you stay for the night in case you didn’t want to go back. he was a great friend, but he was also in love with you. he never did anything about it. never made a move. not even when you finally got the courage to break up with your boyfriend. you always had a feeling, but you couldn’t be sure. so you just stayed like that. friends.

but the moment he saw you with him, he was stunned. why was he even here? he wasn’t on the guest list. sure, maybe some people brought along others as there plus-one but there was no way anyone else here was going to invite him. unless…

you invited him.

was this a joke? you knew that chris hated his guts. after hearing about all he’s done to you? this couldn’t be happening.

and yet, here he was, standing next to you, far too close for comfort. his drink was in his hand, yet his eyes were trained on you as you rambled on about who knows what. chris could see his eyes looking you up and down, causing his jaw to become clenched. you, on the other hand, were completely oblivious, still talking as he pretended to pay attention and nodding occasionally. until, his other hand trailed along your jaw, staying there for far too long as you paused mid-talk. and, to chris’ dismay, he saw your supposed ex lean in, and…

chris’ eyes darkened. he had to look away. he couldn’t bear watch this. yet, he did, he saw this happen with his own two eyes. how you gave in easily, how you didn’t push him away. instead you only pulled him closer, somehow forgetting every bad thing he had ever done to you.

and that was enough. chris left without a word. somehow he felt that he would have preferred to see this interaction via a picture that would probably resurface later, but he knew he wouldn’t have believed it. because how on earth did you choose your ex again, over the one person who was always there for you?

from then on, it was silence. he didn’t speak to you, even blocking your number after you had tried to message him, to explain yourself. to say it was the alcohol that made you give in. but it wasn’t enough.

no longer was he your friend, and he most certainly didn’t want to have feelings for you anymore. so, he started to hate you, and everything that had to do with you.

i hate your favorite song.

when the beginning notes of that song played, chris turned it off immediately—but it was too late. the memories flooded back in without a second thought. chris remembered them all too well. the way your eyes lit up when hearing the first note of it, the way you looked when you sang along to it.

you would ask him to dance with you, and he laughed while saying no. “come on,” you bugged him again and until he gave in easily. he got up from his place on the couch and stood next to you.

“chris, what are you doing?” you laughed.

“uhh… i don’t know how to dance,” he admitted.

“what do you mean you don’t know how to dance? okay, wait, let me help you.”

you stood in front of him, and located you hand on his shoulder, and grabbed his hand to place it on your hip.

“woah—are you sure this is okay?” he laughs. “this is kind of intimate.”

“of course it’s okay, we’re dancing! now just follow my lead.”

as you two swayed to the music, you felt your heartbeat rise as you were suddenly aware of chris’ breath brushing against yours. he was right. this was kind of intimate.

you looked up at him, and for a moment you held eye contact for a beat too long. “you were right. this isn’t so bad,” chris whispered.

“i’m always right,” you tease, trying to ignore the fact that you were nearly about to faint from your head spinning so much. he was your best friend. that was all there was to it. so why were you feeling this way?

you put your head against chris’ chest, and his breath hitched. you wanted to feel if his heartbeat was like yours. you brought your arms to embrace him, and for a moment it felt like the world had stopped. until the next song started to play.

i hate the shit you be on.

chris was aware that some people didn’t like you.

unfortunately, it was mostly because of your relationship with his brothers, but especially him. the ‘fans’ that thought they even had a chance with him wouldn’t even show an ounce of kindness to you. reading the hurtful comments under your post, you eventually had to turn them off. you told chris that you didn’t understand. you didn’t do anything wrong to them. why did they not like you?

chris claimed they were just jealous, and that it shouldn’t matter what others thought about you—you shouldn’t pay any mind to irrelevant people who were just trying to bring you down to their level.

but now that there was no interactions between you and chris anymore, the fans were left wondering: what had happened between you two? it was almost like you were a ghost, except for the small occasions you might show up on matt or nick’s instagram stories.

but now that you weren’t close to chris anymore, there was no need to have your comments off anymore. chris noticed, but he didn’t say anything. he had unfollowed you, but he checked your account after nick had posted you on his story. it was a photo of you eating ice cream. he sighed. why was he even checking your account? there was nothing between you guys anymore, and certainly nothing to fix. it was better like this.

i hate the name of your dog.

if there’s one thing chris didn’t hate that had to do with you, it was definitely your dog. she was always excited to see him, accepting all the attention as chris cooed and petted her. the sight of this tugged on your heart strings. you almost thought that she liked him more than you, but you couldn't blame her.

chris wasn’t coming over anymore, yet as he laid on his bed and came across a tiktok of a dog, he found himself missing your dog. but then he remembered her name. kitty. you’d named her that because you thought it was funny.

chris used to find it endearing, but now he only found it repulsive. he couldn’t believe that he used to think it was cute; the only reason he even thought that was because you were the one who named her that. now he hated it, he hated that he liked anything just because of you. including trashy sitcoms you would force him watch with you. you loved laughing at them, and he loved watching you laugh at them, eventually even growing to love those trashy sitcoms as well. but now that you weren’t around, he wouldn't be watching sitcoms anymore.

i can see the bags forming under your eyes. i used to make you tangle up a telephone wire, now you avoid me like an airborne virus.

during one of your hangouts with nick, you had come over. you and chris hadn’t talked in what seemed like forever, though it had only been a few months.

maybe it was just a coincidence, but you’ve been having trouble sleeping since then.

chris had come to the kitchen, where you and nick were talking, and he barely even looked at you. yet he caught the sight of the bags that were growing under your eyes.

the two of you, once so close that you were basically tangled up telephone wires, were now completely unraveled. now he avoided you all the time, almost as if you were an airborne virus, and there was nothing you could do about it.

word count : 1.5k

nova’s notes : hey… how you guys doing 😇 the dancing scene was inspired by that scene in the summer i turned pretty where steven and taylor danced to moon river… love that scene sm

[chaptersleftunwritten]

Tortured Artist - 1

Blurb: Every year Hawkins High hosts a grand art exhibit to celebrate the rising talent within their creative departments, but on a whim, you choose someone new for your muse, and things go South very quickly.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mild obsession (?), possible stalking (?) slow burn, pining, distorted self worth, academic overachiever, stress, smoking, kissing.

-

“I can’t believe I’ve wasted so much time on you!”

Your voice is a hatred laced whisper as you face off with the art project you have been working on for the last 4 days. You have stared at it for so long that you have been driven to the point of despair and malice.

Nothing looks right.

Nothing about it feels right, either.

And the weirdest thing of all was that you had never felt more inspired than you did right now. Whilst creating this body of work you were sure you could float with the creativity flowing through your veins. Your brain was bright and ripe with beautiful ideas— and your muse? He was irreproachable. Perfect in every sense of the word.

But executing those ideas… it proved to be much more difficult a task than you had anticipated.

Because whatever you painted, whatever you drew and whatever colours you used— it had to be everything. It had to reflect him. His incomparable soul. His renaissance painting eyes. His grin. That fucking grin.

You laid awake at night thinking about that smile. His teeth. The crinkles by his eyes. The scrunch of his nose.

And maybe you could blame the artist within you for being so obsessive and observant. But when reality hits- and it hits fucking hard- you know that Eddie Munson isn’t just your muse.

Not anymore.

And what started off as innocent is now relentlessly torturing your psyche.

And with the deadline for the upcoming art exhibit fast approaching, you had no other choice but to start your project over again.

From the empty bones, and up.

-

“I keep hoping that tomorrow will be different. That it’ll be better but it never is.” You wipe your paint spotted hands on your jeans, adding a layer of lavender over the array of many other colours that already adorned the denim garment. You rest yourself steadily against a nearby table, watching Steve closely as he studies your canvas.

“I know you’re looking to me for advice right now— but honestly, this,” he points to your painting, gesturing clumsily to the whole thing, “This looks sick, dude. I can’t critique it.” Steve folds his meaty arms over his chest, his round eyes meeting yours momentarily before you are standing up to make your way over to the nearest open window.

“I dunno.” You sigh softly, twirling a cigarette between your fingertips and breathing in the fresh air from outside before you decide to finally spark it up, “I can’t shake the feeling that I’m falling behind in some way. Like- I’m not hitting the mark I’m supposed to with this one.”

Your painting looms over your shoulder like a darkened cloud shrouding you in dread. You couldn’t decide on what medium to work with, or if you wanted to do portraiture or take a more abstract route. Either way, you knew that if Eddie saw it, he would be disappointed and probably absolutely mortified.

What would he say?

What wouldn’t he say? That thought frightened you the most.

The words he would leave unspoken. The thoughts about you that he would bury…

It sickened you. So much so that you flick away near enough a full cigarette.

“Who is it?” Steve asks from across the room, his bright red gym shorts contrasted in a way that pained your eye sight against the cream linoleum floor, “In the painting, I mean?” He doesn’t bother looking over at you, his narrowed eyes too focused on the canvas as he tries o play detective.

Luckily, this buys you a few moments to gather yourself physically and also some time to think of a tiny white lie.

“Uhhh-” You break.

Blew it.

“C’mon, you can tell me.” He is looking at you now, wiggling his thick eyebrows at you with hope that his comedic side will somehow coax some sort of confession from you. It doesn’t. Matter of factly, it only makes you more determined to conceal the individuals identity; considering the fact Eddie and Steve were relatively close friends now.

“It’s Nancy.” Thinking quickly on your feet was never one of your strengths, however Steve seemed to hum in satisfaction as he looked back to the painting. Maybe the unruly brown hair alluded promisingly at Nancy Wheelers appearance, rather than Eddie Munsons.

“I see it now!” He exclaims happily whilst snaking his fingers through his freshly styled hair. He never did tell you which products he uses- to this day it remains a mystery.

“Hey, maybe you should ask someone with a totally different style to you? Flip it on its head.” He rubs his chin in thought, “Maybe someone who is still artistic but in a different field.” You admired Steve’s opinion, truly you did, he was always so quick to help you whenever you were in need and you respected him in the highest regard… but what he suggested next made your ribcage itch and burn.

“What about Eddie?” Steve walks toward you, talking with his hands as he always does, “Eddie Munson.” He says it like you don’t know who he is, “He has super freaky ideas that could totally bring this bad little lady to a whole new world!” Wrapping an arm around your shoulders he moves you with ease to stand in front of your work in progress, “Think about it…”

Your breathing is quietly laboured as you try not to lose your mind.

“It would be ‘dark meets light’… ‘flowers and rock n’ roll’ all that jazz, Y’know?” Steve continues, his voice is soft and sweet in your ear, lulling you into a trance that makes you truly consider it, “You could win that prize money.”

There was no doubt in your mind that the collaboration would stop the show and catapult you to first place but you’re not sure if you could morally do that to Eddie.

He would eventually figure it out, that the painting is of him, and what then?

He would scorn you forever. Kick your little brother out of Hellfire. You would ruin everything.

But the muse and the art… working together? It would be biblical.

Something that hadn’t been done before in the history of Hawkins High.

And even more so, the muse making the art themselves all whilst unknowing.

What Eddie doesn’t know can’t hurt him… right?

“So? We doing this?” Steve chirps with his hands on his hips.

You gnaw on your bottom lip for a moment, caught in the fog of contemplating the consequences. However, it only takes you a few seconds before you are nodding in agreement.

“Okay, Harrington. Let’s bring him in.”

-

“So, how exactly am I supposed to help?” Eddie’s face appeared more confused than anything else and the deepest parts of you longed to see that toothy gleam of his that haunted your dreams.

Steve ties the shoelaces of his white Reebok sneakers, “You’re not helping. You’re just… enlightening.” He stands tall again, amber eyes on Eddie, “What would you do in her position?”

Eddie’s lip pucker into an ‘almost’ smile, “But I’m not in her position.” His playful eyes flicker to you momentarily before he is dragging his gaze away, “ I wouldn’t have the faintest clue of what to do in her position, Steve.” His tone is taunting and provocative as he tries to arise a familiar annoyed response from Steve. Hoping that he will lose patience with him and send him back to that dark supply closet which he calls the ‘Home’ of Hellfire.

“I know that, Dingbat, but you can offer something to this that I can’t so—“ Steve’s body stiffens as he tries to assert himself strongly within the argument, if you could even call it that, “—suck it up and stop being such a big baby.”

Muddy eyes glare at each other for a moment too long and in their silence you can hear the thundering of your heart pounding beneath your skin. Your cigarette packet seductively calls your name from your jacket pocket but you find yourself frozen still— stuck with infatuation. Having Eddie this close to you was like exposing live electric wires to every nerve ending in your body. You should cry out, but it feels too good to stop.

“Fine,” Eddie barks as he tenderly ties his hair back into a messy assortment of something between a ponytail and a bun. You hadn’t seen this look on him before; he looked physically sharper and mentally focused, “Just don’t go shitting on my ideas, ‘Kay?” For the first time in minutes he is looking at you again, only this time he seemed a lot gentler, “You summoned me here so you have to hear what I have to offer. Sound good, Sunshine?”

You gulp away the dryness that had taken over your mouth and throat, nodding your head meekly and sticking out your palm toward him, “Shake on it.”

And there it is. The curved beam you had hoped to see since he walked into this studio. It was even more charismatic up close, “Shake on it.” He repeats your words back to you with a bucket of amusement snaking through his tone as his hand grips yours firmly. Cold metal rings meet hot skin and the contact nearly makes you gasp aloud. You felt intoxicated.

“Now…” He is gentle as he takes his hand from yours and you are left gutted with disappointment, your stomach plummeting to a new depth you didn’t know was possible, “Where do you keep the charcoal?”

You look to your canvas in a hurry, taking in its vibrant watercolours and somewhat dreading what Eddie was about to do to it. But somehow, you are speaking without resistance.

“They are over in that filing cabinet. Third drawer from the top.”

Fluffy hair bounces upon his head as he gallops toward the shelving cabinet, and whilst you looked at Eddie in what could be mistaken for regret, Steve looked at him with wonder and trust. Pride burrowing within his hairy chest at the fact he was the one who helped you execute this plan.

Although, Steve’s smile quickly subsides when Eddie slaps him firmly on the shoulder with a recognisable twinkle in his eyes, “You should order us some pizza, big boy.” Eddie perches in front of the canvas, like a bird on a wire as he admires the beauty that you have already achieved, “it’s gonna be a loo-ong night.”

-

“Can’t believe you did this,” Eddie’s voice is slightly breathless with disbelief, “You have somethin’ real special, Y’know.”

And you don’t mean to laugh, but you do. And it’s sad and it’s fruitless… and Eddie picks up on it instantly, “Right.”

“I’m serious,” He angles his body toward you, his knees are spread open wide on the small stool beneath him and his eyes are menacingly observant of you, “I don’t think you need my help. Not one bit.” His arms cross to hold his biceps, something he clearly finds comfort in, and you silently have to swat at yourself to look away from him.

He makes it so easy to stare…

“It won’t win me that prize money. Not with the plan I had,” Your eyes remain on the reflective floor beneath your feet, “It’s why Steve enlisted you.” Finally, you find the courage within you to look up at him and a hidden part of you began to scream, “I do need you, Eddie.”

The confession causes Eddie’s chest to seize and his heart to stagger drunkly. His brain searched for a time in his life that he had heard those words before, but he hadn’t. Not ever. No one ever needed him, not in the way you appear to right now.

How could he possibly walk away from you now? Not when you’re looking at him like that. Full of trust and subtle desperation.

Eddie wasn’t even close to an artist.

Sure, he had drawn up character designs for D&D but it wasn’t to this level of skill. His drawings paled in comparison to your work, which made it that more difficult for him to understand why you needed him.

However, as little as he knew about the art world, Eddie knew he would do anything to help you. Anything to keep you looking at him the way you are in this very moment…

“Okay,” He exhales deeply through his nose, “You ready for this?” He holds up a thin stick of charcoal that dusts his fingertips in black. You stare at it absentmindedly for a moment before accepting that whatever happens next is meant to happen.

And with a soft smile that doesn’t quite meet your eyes, you nod.

That was all Eddie needed, and with your stamp of approval he Gets. To. Work.

-

Next part here!

taglist: @colorful-white-ideas @littlered0000 @ali-r3n @daisy-munson @serenadingtigers @rainybloo28 @munson-enthusiast @godcreatoreli @littlefreckles4 @what-the-jams @tlclick73 @ameliapond1995 @thepurplelovewitch @somethingvicked @costellation-hunter @munsonzgf @emxxblog @ingridvasquez @sadbitchfangirl @im-julessssss @munsonburn3r @unclecrunkle @ziggeddie @yarafae @sidthedollface2 @kellsck @your-nightmaredoll @manitskatrina @georgeweasleyslostearhq

[lukyan-chan-blog]

Dead Soulmates Pt 2

"I hate the grave you gave me, I hated the funeral, I hated the coffin, so I'll put my own grave in the right place, next to the right people, you should have put better sensors."

__________________

The name on the tombstone is incomplete, he never really felt quite like a Wayne, he wasn't that attached to Todd anymore, Danny was the same, he didn't want to be a Fenton, using Nightingale seemed like a good option but he was still the memory of a family of hunters and no, he didn't want any relationship with any type of hunter.

So they were two orphaned brothers, with a single grave, a large coffin and a tombstone with incomplete names. They aren't anyone's children, but they are family, that's enough for now.

However, the grave is in the Waynes' personal cemetery, in a corner further away from Thomas and Martha Wayne, but still in their cemetery. They looked at the tombstone, only two names, only the age at which they died, no last name. But the words

“Beloved brother, full of love and magic, brave and kind”

It was the way they both looked at each other, which could sum up their way of being. It was just the two of them at their small funeral.

They returned home feeling calmer.

____________

With all the discoveries they had made maybe they could convince Jason to leave peacefully, although the note on the coffin made Bruce uneasy.

He ended up asking Clark to see if there was something wrong, well there really was something wrong there. The coffin was broken, there was no body but it seemed that something had come out of there, that the body came out of its own grave.

Things with Red Hood were not good either, he had started with the most dangerous criminals but they did not escape as much, but he continued climbing until he reached the most famous, for two-face he had decided to amputate one leg and severely injure the other, then he returned him to the asylum by the time Harvey had regained consciousness he was already back in his cell.

Scarecrow was left blinded, crippled by his dominant hand and with a limp due to a broken hip.

The worst thing was the press, which was now placing bets on which new rogue would be attacked, people supported him, celebrated his crimes, some made suggestions. He had his own thugs who he paid well, they were loyal to their boss, that was dangerous.

This was getting out of control.

They'd had to ask for help (which Bruce hated because while he was fine with the birds of prey, he also had Dick's team and Young Justice, who had only been training for a few months running around his town) all so they could chase down Red Hood.

All to discover that he had stolen several of his contingency plans to face them all but they would end up wearing him down, there were too many against him. Proof of this was that part of the suit was singed and the helmet was broken. Communications were a disaster with how many of their allies were shouting that Talon was helping Hood, when someone was closer a Talon appeared to entertain them, giving the crime lord more time to escape. That didn't make sense, was the court of owls more involved in this or did Red Hood have enough blackmail to demand a favor?

That had been the theory until Impulse saw Jason bring another Talon, it was possible that they would pay more attention to a stronger and superior ghost even if the court ordered otherwise.

A small group now had to weaken the ghost, perhaps lock him up in the meantime, they couldn't allow him to continue helping Red Hood escape.

Someone had already managed to shoot him with the projectile he had obtained from Constantine months ago, he was going in his direction without knowing it and at the same time he heard an explosion not far away. A person shouted over the communications that Red Hood had a damn bomb in his helmet and they had lost track of him but he had to be close.

Not far away he also found Jason, out of breath, obviously tired from the chase and the jumps he had made, and he was also pale…He seemed so alive…the body was missing in the coffin, Jason had been so athletic almost on par with Dick but all this time the ghost had lacked that grace, was he possessing his own body? He couldn't be as flexible as before if he was like that, if he moved like that, he got tired like that…but he seemed so alive, taller…taller, was he getting older somehow? Could he be alive…?

But I had to stop it

He shot, hearing the cry of surprise and pain that came from his son who found him, he will apologize for this, there will be a way to solve it, he couldn't let his son become a henchman of a murderer.

“You dare shoot a my boy in my territory?” There was no longer a mechanical voice but the voice was full of fury.

Remnants of a red domino remained on Red Hood's face. This didn't make sense, because it was also his son's face?

His injured son practically ran towards Red Hood, who took out from one of his pockets a strange syringe with a liquid that looked like Lazarus water, he offered it to the boy who injected it into his arm, sighing in relief and then facing him, annoyed, both of their eyes shining a lighter green than Lazarus's.

“You can stop holding back now”

“finally!”

There was a ring of bright light, the normal clothing was replaced by a black suit, boots, belt and white gloves, the black hair also turned white which moved as if it were under water, the skin was paler almost a blue tone and the eyes were green, he had an expression of triumph. I easily float his legs changed by a ghostly tail.

“joker has escaped!” was heard over his communicator.

The last rogue who was kept safe, forgotten, all his other escapes had been ruined in mysterious ways but he was really just being saved for the last moment.

“Jason, you need to stop.”

“It's a little late for that, B.”

The ghost disappeared smiling. The adult version of his son lunged towards him to attack him.

The truth is that he had not killed anyone, he had helped by kidnapping people, he had hidden the bodies of those that Jason killed, it was something that had to be done but he did not kill or hurt them directly, he felt that he would be more like the Fentons if he did and Jason never forced him to participate. It was not a task he would enjoy. But now, the joker was different, he had seen the recording of the warehouse that Clockwork helped him find.

The longer he was in Gotham, the shadows began to become ghost-like, faint but there. Too many people had died here. Had the Joker hurt so many people in the worst ways, all because he could and he got bored?

Finding the clown was easy, the shadows guided him until he saw it. He should suffer, but the torture seemed too much, he might as well leave it to the victims who still wander around here. First he insulted him just to make him angry and killed him with a single blow, in the heart.

It was never difficult.

Somehow he knew, it was instinctive, that as he ripped the soul from the corpse and the shadows surrounded him eager to devour his murderer, the remains would go to hell so that he would obtain his punishment.

So he had a corpse, it hadn't been that difficult with a monster like that. He then ripped the head off the body and quickly flew towards Jason with the body and head.

Along the way he knocked out all the heroes he encountered and asked the kids to go home, Jason called them Talon but they deserved to remember their names, they were a work in progress.

The fight had approached Crime Alley, still on the rooftops, he continued to take down more heroes and was careful with Raven, that's what Jason had called her.

He took the opportunity to hit Batman from behind to separate him from his brother. The bruises were healing well, Jason absorbed the ectoplasm like a big sponge and his body processed it better it was even more liminal than jazz so he recovered much faster. He threw the corpse at Nightwing to knock him down, sat on Jason's shoulder and raised his head to show him.

“Since you weren't going to kill him, I did it, it was too easy.” Jason was surprised but he could feel it, he felt relieved, safe at last. Purr of satisfaction at making his brother feel protected and safe.

“Thank you,” he says, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Let's go home, I need to rest after all that exercise, I haven't run that much in a long time.”

“we really need a good meal, it's over for now”

______________________________

Everything is very calm, people in the city continue celebrating the death of the Joker, the last of the most dangerous and famous rogues. There is no one to attack anymore, it has been more than a year but it feels like many more have passed.

The Red Hood's gang is big, it seems like their own personal army, but they pay them well, they have benefits, they help with daycare and other things, the people are also loyal to them, very loyal actually.

That was part of Jason's magic when he was Robin, which showed how much he cared about people, he couldn't let go of his feelings, he felt openly unlike Bruce what he was hiding. So the people responded to that: Hood's men and women were loyal, they loved their boss.

That confrontation had torn her family apart, or did it simply show that she had always been broken?

Crime still existed but it took detective work, not putting on a suit and fighting common criminals, it was… like in the beginning when it was him and Bruce.

There was corruption but a lot of people didn't want to commit crimes, not with Red Hood out, not to mention the drug trade, it was in tatters, reports of domestic abuse and sexual assault no longer reached the police, not when Hood was there, not when the rules were clear.

Even the atmosphere felt lighter. Constantine had said that Jason was a ghost so powerful that demons escaped, curses were being broken because Jay existed there, his mere presence purifying the city.

Although it was still a mystery that there were two. Red Hood Jason's blood samples showed that it was Jason, not an imitation, not a clone according to magic, it was Jason Todd; Little Jason's samples were difficult to process, they could only prove it was Jason's DNA but otherwise they couldn't be read, it ruined the machine, it was more supernatural.

It didn't make sense, they were both Jason Todd, but one was alive and the other was a very powerful ghost, one had aged more, his body was very large and the second was starting to grow, he was already a taller man, he won't match the body of his older counterpart but he had grown rapidly the last time Barbara managed to catch it on camera.

It didn't seem like before but he started to notice the cards that appeared out of nowhere, he didn't know what to think about it.

Tim also received notes about how to take better care of his health and that he should have better survival instincts or that it was fun.

(Neither Bruce, Dick nor Tim know this but Alfred received visitors at tea time, one hugged him affectionately calling him by his nickname, he was taller than the last time he was able to hold him in his arms and the other introduced himself with a different name, praising his cooking, enjoying the desserts, learning to love his tea)

Alfred had told him that maybe he should answer the letters, leaving his where Jason's appeared and…now he was writing his response without knowing what to think.

Bruce, who now couldn't take his mind off being Batman, had too much time to reflect, think, and process things. Was that good? It was just strange.

I didn't know what the situation was going to bring, Steph had also returned, Tim was avoiding that confrontation. The mansion was lonelier, Tim was Robin out of town with Young Justice due to lack of work in Gotham. He came even more often even if Tim was in San Francisco, but again it was Alfred, Bruce and him.

Jason wouldn't be returning to the mansion anytime soon, not when he had somehow won, not when he had killed and hurt many people, not when he would continue hurting and killing people as judge and executioner. His point of view clashed with everything they had learned.

"Master Dick, dinner will be served soon."

"Ah, thanks Alfred, I…I'll be right there, I'm not making much progress on what I'm working on."

"Maybe you'll wake up after dinner."

"Yeah…maybe…do you think Jason's okay?"

"I don't think he's alone, although it would be nice if he could come over for dinner soon."

"Yeah, that would be nice," he nodded awkwardly, looking at his blank sheet of paper, Alfred left to get Bruce out of his thoughts for a while.

_________________________________

All this because he wanted Danny sitting on Jason's shoulder holding the Joker's head in front of Bruce in victory. Here it is. *jazz hands*

Gotham is still corrupt, they still have to get rid of the Court of Owls (although they kept the Talons but the difficult thing about the Court is that it is an organization that has a lot of capital) and Ra's (the other evil organization with a lot of staff and capital). In addition to Thalía and Damián.

Eventually there would be a “reconciliation”, the closest thing to one actually, it is also encouraged because Danny would get involved in a big fight to save the planet. Before Damian arrives (he arrives at the mansion when he is 11 years old instead of 10), although the whole truth will not yet be told that Danny is from another dimension, but there would already be many suspicions.

Half the town is happy with Jason and the other part still prefers the Batfamily, so everyone stays in their half of the town.

Steph came back asking, "What the hell happened here guys?! " He returns as Spoiler although his father is crippled (he will not leave prison because he receives better medical care there)

Tim's parents have a plane crash due to turbulence, they don't discover that he is Robin and he ends up being adopted by Bruce. In this Au Bruce will find Cass as he wanders around depressed.

It all starts with Jason, 18, almost 19 years old, and Danny, 16 years old. In the end, Jason, 20, almost 21, and Danny, 18 (he had his growth spurt after the confrontation, he won't have Jason's body but the same height) both have a baby face.

Look! an extra scene between all my explanation!

His father reacted strangely when he saw the DNA results. At first his face seemed more tired, with deep circles under his eyes and his hair a little greasy. There is tension in his shoulders but he tries to give her a smile. Cain was there watching him and then running away, he would have to be careful, he didn't know she had been taken in by her father.

They had learned that all of the league's agents had been kicked out in the few months since Todd came to town, so they weren't sure what they would find. The mother was pleasantly surprised that her pet had achieved her goal of cleaning up the city even though Timothy Drake had just been formally adopted, a glitch but easy to solve.

Honestly, he never understood his mother's attachment to one of his father's stray dogs, but his mother was that noble.

He was heading out to explore when he felt a presence, he pulled out one of his daggers, this was strange, but nothing he couldn't deal with.

“What are you doing wandering the halls, child?”

He turned, throwing a hidden knife. Todd was there, he caught his knife in the air without hurting himself. He gave him his critical look but this couldn't be Todd. He was the same height as the last time he saw him, but his body was thinner, he had lost almost all of his muscle, which now that he notices it must be equal to that of his father, not now, he was thinner, his body completely changed and the most damning feature, his eyes, were blue, nothing of the trace of being submerged in the Lazarus pits. Light blue eyes, his skin was also paler and his hair was completely black, straighter and longer.

“Oh, you're Damián, you shouldn't throw things in any house, especially not here.”

“TT I won't listen to anything you say, Todd.”

“Lullaby,” he corrected with a grimace, “not Todd much less Wayne.”

“Of course you wouldn't be Wayne, you're just one of the stray dogs my father took in.”

“No, I will not be the son of a man as pathetic and weak as your father, if I am here it is only for others”

“You shouldn't talk like that about my father!”

He threw his dagger, which you see, and Todd didn't dodge it, it hit him right in the chest but Todd didn't seem impressed, he just looked at the weapon, he grabbed it from his chest, blood stained the weapon but it didn't escape the wound.

He could see how the wound closed easily, quickly and cleanly.

“Well, now this dagger is mine,” he said cheerfully

“give it back to me!” He demanded indignantly

"You'll have to try a little harder, baby Dami."

Todd had lost his mind, that's what. How dare he talk to her like that? He launched into the fight, took out another dagger to attack but the other didn't even dodge, he used his own hands to take each weapon from him. It escalated into a physical fight but each blow felt like hitting a wall and to make matters worse Todd wouldn't close his mouth, he made stupid jokes, provocations while laughing, his smiles and laughter made your hair stand on end.

He continued to throw objects that were close, although they were few, they were the only things that put distance between them. He decided to use his last dagger, he went straight to climb him, sideways to fit the dagger into his neck and thus decapitate him, the blood finally came out, he seemed surprised but still smiled.

"What are you doing?!" Grayson's voice interrupted their fight, Todd grabbed him by the armpits to pull him away but the dagger was still there.

“Hi, big bird,” the voice came out broken, the dagger was undoubtedly damaging the vocal cords.

Grayson shuddered and let out a worried squeak. Todd released him, landed to get away from him, he realized that in the fight they had returned to the living room.

“Okay, okay, a lot of blood is coming out, I'm going to fix this” he said a little scared, looking at the wound.

“it hurts a little”

"shh shh little wing, let's go to the cave"

"What's going on here?" His father appeared from the top of the stairs.

“Hey, why all the screaming?” That was Todd, behind him were Cain, Drake and Brown.

Were there two Todds? This was the one I knew, everything was almost the same, he was missing the white hair and his eyes were blue, a clone? Todd (the one who had just arrived) looked at the wound and the blood, he hurried over, removing the dagger carefully, Grayson shuddered again.

The first Todd took off his blue sweatshirt so the second Todd could use it to cover the wound.

"better?" asked The injured Todd nodded slowly to remove the blood-stained cloth, the wound was closed.

"Bruce, your baby tried to slit my throat," he demanded, more annoyed.

His father seemed really affected by all this, he had turned paler as he looked at the blood, the dagger. Cain seemed to be waiting for a sign to stop him.

“Damián, why did you attack?

“He insulted you and dared to question what you were doing walking through my hallways.”

“He actually threw all these things at me when I found him wandering alone and then tried to use the things in the hallway as a weapon but I managed to prevent them from being damaged.” Todd showed all the weapons he had taken from him, the daggers and knives.

“Damián, let's talk in my office but I don't want you to try to hurt any of your brothers again.”

"But I am your son! Your only blood son!"

"Did you hear that Jay? Maybe he's right, we're not his children and much less I'm not even alive" he falsely lamented but Grayson already denied it.

“Well, he may not be our father, but we stay with the other brothers,” said another Todd.

"Master Danny, Master Jason let's fix the blood on that sweatshirt before it gets stained." The butler appeared and approached, taking the garment to continue down another hallway.

"Yes, Alfie!" They both exclaimed, clasping their hands. One of them dragged Grayson by his wrist to leave. Grayson relaxed, much more relieved as they left.

“Damián” his father called, he was upset, this didn't make sense.

Cain, Drake and Brown continued to watch until he began to walk up the stairs to his father's office.

Why were there two Todds? Why hadn't he died? Why did his father seem so upset and disturbed? Everything was unknown, things would be much more difficult from now on.

_____________________________

Why "lullaby"? Because somewhere I had to include the fact that Nocturn and Clockwork are married and adopted Danny and Jason. Was that relevant? No, not really. They wouldn't be Todd, Danny doesn't like Bruce so they're not Wayne and it doesn't really matter much, Jason is legally dead and Danny isn't even from that universe so they either say "lullaby" as a last name or introduce themselves without a last name.

Damian will have a harder time, he will be very confused by what happened to his father (he is still depressed), because in reality he is semi-retired, he helps the Justice League more but it is not the same. (Bruce doesn't get lost in the stream of time, some people never die). Thalia is still alive, for now, only because Jason doesn't hate her at all, but when Danny kills Ra's, they go to steal a lot of Ra's treasures so it doesn't leave him much capital either.

Jason and Danny don't separate much or for long, they may or may not be doing different things, they walk, they eat, they respond in sync sometimes. Sometimes they hold hands, they sleep in the same room, sometimes in the same bed, they share clothes. Just because each other's presence brings them a lot of comfort.

Once Danny reaches Jason's height, he picks him up very easily which Jason enjoys. The Batfamily doesn't know what to think, Dick gets jealous, he also wants to hug his little brothers as long as possible.

[zaynezone]

serendipity

synopsis: coming home is better with something sweet waiting for you warnings: y'all...ik i say this all the time but this might be the sweetest one yet. also some mentions of eating and food pairing: Zayne x fem!reader wc: 2.8k an: don't forget to brush your teeth before bed! my dentist would kill me for this fic

When Zayne reaches home, he’s exhausted. His body aches in that deep, heavy way that only comes after a day spent inside an OR, hours on his feet, eyes straining behind magnifying lenses, steady hands pulling thread through tissue, muscle, life. Every inch of him hums with tiredness, but all he wants is you.

You had been gone the last two weeks, dispatched on a mission that took you so far out of reach it had felt like a small kind of cruelty. A place where even cell service sputtered in and out like a dying star, and messages came too late or not at all. You’d returned this afternoon, just as Zayne was elbow-deep in a valve replacement.

He hadn’t even been able to check your message himself. One of the nurses had read it out loud to him while he worked, her voice uncertain as she recited your words. Normally, Zayne would have waited. He loved the quiet ritual of reading your messages, savoring the way you typed his name, the emojis you chose with far too much thought. But he couldn’t wait. Not this time. He needed to hear from you, needed to know you were safe.

The looks the rest of the team gave him didn’t matter. They never did. The only thing that matters is you.

By now, you should be asleep. He hopes you are. But if he’s being honest, selfishly, he wants you to be awake. Wants you curled on the couch, bleary-eyed and wrapped in a blanket, waiting for him like the thought of him had made it impossible to settle. Just like he had been thinking of you all week, all night, constantly.

God, he missed you.

When he sees the lights on through the windows, it loosens something in his chest. The house isn’t still or cold or silent. It’s awake. Awake with you. Music filters faintly from the kitchen, warm and low. He doesn’t even take off his coat. He moves on instinct, pulled by the sound like gravity.

And then…

There you are.

You’re reaching up toward the cabinet, one socked foot lifting slightly off the floor as you try to stretch. He drinks you in, hungry for the sight. You’re in those plaid pajama shorts that should quite frankly be illegal, cotton stretched just right, soft and worn and familiar, and your favorite old crewneck that slips slightly off one shoulder.

He watches you for a second longer, chest full to bursting. He could stay here forever, watching you in your little rituals, quietly commanding the space they share.

You haven’t noticed him. You’re still reaching for the orange box of baking soda, fingertips just shy of it. Without a word, he steps forward, slipping in behind you and reaching over your shoulder with ease. His hand closes around the box.

You jolt, turning quickly, but then you see him.

And you smile.

That smile. It always undoes him. Zayne loves every part of you, really. Every strand of hair, every eyelash, all of it. But your smile is his favourite. It melts him every time he sees it. You could gut him clean open with that smile, and he’d thank you for it. It’s a little sleepy, warm around the edges, lighting up your whole face. Your eyes crinkle, and your arms go around him without hesitation.

“Zayne!” you say, your voice like honey and home. You wrap your arms around his neck like you’ve done it a thousand times before, like you’ll do it a thousand times more.

He leans into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. Not too tight, never too tight, but enough that you feel how much he missed you. Enough that he hopes you can feel everything he doesn’t quite know how to say yet.

He stands there for too long, he knows. He doesn’t want to let go. You seem to sense it, not loosening your grip until he does.

“Did you have a good day at work?” you ask softly, fingers brushing back his messy hair, your voice light with the kind of concern that feels like love.

He sighs, dropping his forehead to your shoulder, your warmth grounding him. “It was alright. Long. I missed you.”

You laugh, gentle and bright, rubbing his back in slow circles. “I’ve missed you too. But I’m home now. And I have a couple days off. Maybe this weekend we can spend the day together, hm?”

It almost breaks him. The casual sweetness, the ease of it. The promise of time with you.

Honestly, he could cry.

Instead, he straightens, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The softest part of you he can reach without letting go.

“That sounds nice. I’ll rearrange my schedule,” he murmurs, voice low and full.

He doesn’t want to go too far from you, lingering close as he leans against the counter, like stepping back might break the fragile calm wrapped around this moment. His gaze flicks over the ingredients spread across the kitchen, flour, butter, sugar, chocolate chips, your usual setup, comfortingly chaotic in its own sweet way. The scent of vanilla already clings faintly to the air.

His chest feels lighter just being near you.

“What are you doing?” he asks, a quiet lilt of curiosity curling through his words. He spots a container of sugar placed the counter, and for some reason, an odd twist of excitement hits him.

“I figured I would bake some cookies before you got back. But you got home earlier than I thought.” You pout softly, in that way that always makes his resolve buckle. He can’t help but smile.

“Well, now I can help.” He offers it easily, already halfway through rolling up his sleeves, desperate to stay close, to do something with you, anything at all, as long as you’re near.

You give him a look, that look, the one he’s sure you’ve stolen from his own medical playbook. It’s equal parts stern and fond, the kind that usually precedes an argument he knows he’ll lose.

“You’ve been up for hours. Go lay down.” You say it gently, but firmly, your concern for him showing in every softened syllable.

“I’ve been in longer surgeries. This is fine.” He shrugs, but the truth is that whatever weariness had been weighing down his limbs when he walked in has vanished now. He feels lighter. Awake. Present. Just looking at you seems to recalibrate his entire nervous system.

You narrow your eyes, assessing him the way he might assess a vitals chart. For a brief second, he wonders if you can hear how fast his heart is beating.

“Alright. But you’ll sit down, got it, Doctor?” You point to one of the stools by the island. It’s a reasonable distance, logical, even. But it feels like too much space between your warmth and his reach.

“Leaning is more beneficial for back pain,” he says, unmoving. A flicker of amusement crosses your face, and then, with the kind of fondness that makes his ribs ache, you let him have it.

“Alright, Doctor. Lean all you want.”

That smile of yours, it’s shy, almost like you’re blushing at the nearness too, and it tugs at something inside him. He watches as you reach for the stand mixer he’d given you on your last birthday. It had taken weeks to find the exact limited-edition shade you loved, but the memory of your joy when you’d unwrapped it makes the effort worth it tenfold. You had leapt into his arms, laughing like a kid, wrapping around him with the kind of affection he still feels in his bones.

He’d buy you ten more if it meant seeing you light up like that again.

“Zayne?” Your voice pulls him from the memory, and he blinks to find you with your hand outstretched. He slips his hand into yours, confused but quietly thrilled at the unexpected intimacy.

You blink at him, then burst into laughter, the sound warm and melodic. You squeeze his hand, and he never wants to let go.

“Well…as nice as this is, I meant I needed you to pass me the butter.”

He flushes immediately, the tips of his ears going warm. Still, he doesn’t regret it. Not really.

“Right, of course.” He keeps his hand in yours for a second longer, then reaches with his free one to pass you the stick of butter. You unwrap it expertly with just one hand, still not letting go. But after a second, practicality wins out, and he releases you. He doesn’t miss the faint flicker of disappointment on your face as your fingers slip from his.

It hits him in the heart.

You begin measuring ingredients with a precision that makes his surgeon instincts quietly applaud. Each scoop and pour is efficient, deliberate, you move around your kitchen like it’s a second skin, and he watches you like he’s witnessing a quiet kind of magic.

“Is that all the sugar you’re going to use?” he asks, raising a brow as you pour in a measured heap.

You laugh, the kind that suggests you’d been waiting for him to ask that. “No, I’m going to add this same amount of brown sugar too.”

He hums, watching as you continue. He wants to commit all of it to memory, the way your brows furrow slightly when you calibrate your scale, the way your lips move as you hum along with the faint music still playing. His heart feels full to the brim.

Zayne watches silently after that, though he’s brimming with excitement. He loves your cookies, really anything you make. It was always so much better than anything he could find in any store or bakery.

Then you speak again, teasing.

“You need to stop that or these will be chocolate chipless cookies.”

He freezes mid-theft, his hand halfway into the bag of chips, guilt written all over his face. He reluctantly hands you the bag, a tiny scowl flickering across his features. He really had no self-control around your baking.

You just shake your head fondly and continue. Once the batter is done, you pass him a task.

“Can you preheat the oven?”

He nods, happy to be useful, and starts adjusting the dial as you begin scooping out dough onto the parchment-lined trays.

Not entirely able to resist, Zayne dips his finger onto the spoon, swiping a dollop of cookie dough. It’s sweet, buttery, with just the right grit of brown sugar, and is immediately followed by your stern voice.

“Zayne,” you scold, plucking the spoon from his hand like a disappointed parent. “You’re going to get salmonella.”

He chews slowly, unrepentant. “Well, we buy pasteurized eggs,” he points out. “So salmonella is highly unlikely.”

“Mhm,” you hum, narrowing your eyes at him. “And what about E. coli from the raw flour, Doctor?”

That stalls him. For once, he has no rebuttal. He opens his mouth, searching for a loophole, but comes up empty.

You smirk, smug with victory. “You can have a cookie in twelve minutes, alright?” you say as you slide the tray into the oven, the warm scent of vanilla and butter already beginning to rise in the air. The timer beeps softly as you set it.

“I can wait.” Zayne says, though there’s a flicker of longing in his voice. His eyes flick to your cheek, where a smudge of flour sits like an afterthought. He reaches out without thinking, brushing it away with his thumb.

Your face tilts into the touch instinctively, eyes fluttering shut. The moment stretches. In the quiet, Zayne’s ashamed to only now realize how worn down you look. The softness under your eyes, the faint slump of your shoulders beneath the light. It hits him all at once, how draining that mission must have been. How you’d come home and decided to make cookies instead of resting.

“You should’ve gone to bed,” he murmurs, pulling you closer by the waist. His voice is gentle now, nearly inaudible against the faint hum of the oven. “Instead of baking cookies.”

“I wanted to see you,” you mumble, cheek pressed to the slope of his shoulder.

The words land like a balm, both warming and aching in his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, arms tightening around you.

“You’ve seen me,” he whispers. “How about you go get ready for bed?”

You sigh, reluctant. “I still have to clean up.”

“I’ll take care of it,” he says firmly, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. “Go.”

You blink at him, drowsy and half-defeated. Eventually, you nod and pad toward the stairs. He watches to make sure your steps are steady before turning to the counter.

He cleans quickly, movements efficient, muscle memory from years of sterile procedures helping him move seamlessly from bowl to counter to sink. The stand mixer gleams faintly under the lights. When he finishes wiping everything down, the timer goes off with a soft ding.

He opens the oven and is met with a wave of buttery warmth. The cookies are golden around the edges, soft in the center, chips glistening. He pulls the tray out carefully, shutting off the heat, and lets them cool on the counter. The snowman cookie jar waits nearby, your favorite piece of decor.

He stacks most of the cookies inside, their soft centers still pliable, then places two perfect ones on a ceramic plate. Lights off, he climbs the stairs, walking quietly toward your shared bedroom.

You’re curled up under the covers, eyes barely open. You blink up at him sleepily, a small, delighted smile flickering across your lips when you see the plate in his hands.

“Save me one,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You sit up slowly, groggy but smiling, and pluck one cookie from the plate. “Only if you hurry.”

Zayne chuckles and disappears into the bathroom for a quick shower. When he steps back out, toweling his hair dry, a pair of pajama pants slung low on his hips, he’s surprised to find you still awake. Even more surprised by the way your gaze lingers, slow and unhidden, trailing down the planes of his chest.

Despite the heat that creeps up the back of his neck, he doesn’t comment. He dresses without ceremony, pulling the shirt over his head and sliding into bed beside you.

You hand him the plate wordlessly, a cookie and a half remaining.

“You didn’t finish yours?” he asks, brow lifting.

“You can have it.” You curl closer to him, your voice soft with sleep.

He leans in and kisses you, slow and sweet. The chocolate lingers faintly on your lips, mingling with the taste of the berry-flavored lip balm you always wear before bed. It makes him want to kiss you again, longer this time, but he pulls back before he gets too lost in it.

“You should sleep,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours. His voice is tender, lower than before.

You smile faintly and after a moment, your breath evens out and your body melts into his.

He watches you for a moment, hand stroking gently down your back. Your face is peaceful now, expression soft and untroubled, your lips still curved in a content little smile.

When he’s sure you’re asleep, he reaches past you and plucks the remaining half of the cookie off the plate. It’s still warm. The chocolate chips leave a faint smear on his fingertips. He takes a bite, then another, slow, indulgent, savoring it.

You always make them just right.

Something tugs in his chest, achingly gentle. He would never be able to put into words how much he loves you.

He places the empty plate back down, flicks off the bedside lamp, and sinks deeper into the bed. The warmth of your body, the lingering smell of sugar and soap, the sound of your breathing, all of it calms him.

One arm slips around your waist. You shift closer in your sleep, your body folding effortlessly into his.

He presses a kiss to your shoulder, lips lingering there like a promise. With the taste of chocolate and you still clinging to him, Zayne finally lets himself sleep.

[spaceyaemonds]

question? when do you thing robby and reader decided to call it quits, like was it before Ryan, while he was still growing or after?

In my head it was like the day before his birthday party (whichever) and she's so overwhelmed trying to plan a "perfect" party (which is silly in retrospect because he's a toddler with no perspection pf time) because it's been hard adjusting to Robby's schedule, her work and being a present parent, like so hard she's thinking of putting in a request to drop to part time hours along with a significant paycut which does leave her a bit anxious because she has to talk it over with Robby (we'd all know he doesn't have a problem with it and she does as well but...ya know). Anyways despite her best efforts it still all goes wrong, and while Ryan is blissfully unaware and everyone is enjoying themselves in the chaos she feels like she's unravelling and cut to Robby, tasked with only one thing which is to pick up the custom cake she painstakingly ordered, one that is colored to match all the decorations she woke up before dawn to sneakily hang up (earlier than Robby's wake up time). One he was to pick up after his half shift (you should've just taken the day Robby). And he either forgets, leaves the pitt too late so the bakery closes (despite her reminders/texts) and comes back with either no cake or like a crappy costco cake with the words "Happy Birthday Rian" and there's just like no words. Does she finally burst into tears, or just completely disassociate until everyone leaves, you decide ha...

Either way after that day she amicably (at least she thinks) ends it, takes Ryan and moves back with her parents. And she does not drop part time, deletes the email draft.

And the kicker is Robby didn't want to take time off, he wanted to save his vacation days because he was planning to propose and wanted to have a wedding asap, or just straight elopement. And wanted to take reader on a honeymoon/family vacation (he noticed her stress) wherever she wanted to go.

ahhh hi friend!!!!

omg this is all so so good!!! answering under the cut because there’s lots of lore dropped for this au!

I think they (she) decided to call it quits when Ryan was around 2 years old! Funny enough, what sparked this idea was the thought of Robby not being on time for a birthday party.

I think they heavily discussed her becoming at sahm, but she was hesitant. Not only for financial reasons either. She loves him, and knows he would take care of her. But she also can see how distant he can be. How he can just fall into himself and his problems. He doesn’t communicate well all the time, and though it doesn’t happen often, he can snap when he gets stressed. She’s never felt unsafe or like he would hurt her, ever. And he never would. But not only does she work, she takes the brunt of the childcare because of his work schedule, and (in my mind) she had a really rough go around with PPD. And I don’t think she ever let Robby know how bad it got until well after they broke up. And unfortunately, he was so lost in his own battles with depression and grief from Adamson (I imagine this happened like right after peak covid, like Ryan was a covid baby), he didn’t notice.

Anyway, I was rambling, sorry LOL.

So they decided to celebrate Ryan’s second birthday a little early, she makes big plans for a Saturday. Her parents are coming, she invites all of the kids from the co-op group, hell even Janey and Jack are going to make an appearance, and she takes Friday off to prepare.

Then Robby drops the bomb that they’re short staffed and he just needs to work until noon, he’ll be back in plenty of time for the party.

He gets caught up, genuinely he didn’t mean to, it just happened. A lot of people just kept showing up, and there had been multiple arrive via ambulance. Before he even realizes it, it’s 7 pm and Jack is walking in looking at him confused as to why he’s even there.

He’s got lead in his stomach the whole way home. And he doesn’t know if the lack of texts from reader makes it better or worse.

When he gets home, the house is empty aside from her sitting on the couch, blank look on her face and a half empty bottle of wine in her hand.

It’s a quiet discussion. She doesn’t look at him. She’s just so tired of all of it. She doesn’t understand where his head is and why he can’t just be what she, what they, need, and at that point, she doesn’t even want to try to understand anymore.

He’s silent while she talks, and that’s one of his biggest regrets of it all.

She leaves the next day, just for some space initially, hoping things will change, that he will just want to do better.

[castielsonlyangel]

ᯓ★ˎˊ ‘watch over you’

Castiel Novak x fem!reader

content: lots of fluff!! mentions of anxiety, cas being a cutie

pairing: Castiel Novak x fem!reader

summary: you feel to anxious to sleep, so you pray to the one person you know that doesn’t sleep.

word count: 897

requested by: @gemini-serpentis !! i hope this is okay for what you requested, i LOVED writing this.

Everything felt overwhelming, making it impossible to sleep.

The clock was ticking too loud, the silence was too quiet, the bed sheets felt too heavy and constricting, your skin didn’t even feel right on your body. Nothing felt right and you just wanted to sleep.

You didn’t want to bother Sam or Dean be waking them up, knowing they’d been struggling a bit recently with their own things, and you didn’t want to seem annoying or clingy by waking them up in the middle of the night like a kid.

But you couldn’t wake someone up who doesn’t sleep.

You didn’t know if it would work or if he would hear you, but you prayed to Castiel. Not for anything in particular, just that you needed him to be with you.

Within moments, you heard the familiar sound of wings at the side of your bed. “What’s wrong?” The angel asked, his eyes scanning over your face and body for injuries. You noticed his wandering gaze and shook your head. “I’m not hurt. I.. I just can’t sleep.” You told him simply, voice quiet and almost sounding ashamed at the fact you had restored to praying to him.

Cas nodded and visibly relaxed when you told him you were physically asleep. “Would you like me to put you to sleep?” He offered, hand already halfway to your forehead before you protested.

“No, no angel magic to put me to sleep.”

Cas paused and looked confused at your denial of his offer. “I just wanted someone to be here with me, is all.” You said quieter this time, eyes moving away from the angel.

“If it’s not too much to ask — would you.. lie down with me? Just close to me?” You asked, and Cas caught the hopefulness in your request. “I don’t see why not.” He shrugged lightly. But the truth was, he was hesitant to ask for it himself.

You’d always been more open to him than the Winchesters when it came to his plethora of questions and curiosity of human interactions. You never dismissed his questions as ‘silly’ or something that simply didn’t concern him, but rather you sat and talked him through all the aspects of the things he wished to learn about.

For that, he was always grateful and more fond of you than the others.

And also the fact he thought you were beautiful.

You shifted over in the bed so there was room for the angel to lay beside you comfortably, still in his trench coat and dress suit.

Castiel carefully moved to wrap an arm around you, keeping his movements slow incase he was overstepping and you wanted him to stop. But you didn’t. You shuffled closer to him, adjusting his arm that was now resting atop your waist.

“You seem anxious.” He commented suddenly as if it wasn’t obvious from the way you were fidgeting and moving around restlessly, though you loved him for it.

“‘M okay, Cas.” You whispered back to him, resting your head against his chest, trying to settle down. Cas accepted your assurance, leaning his chin against the top of your head.

As if he was growing bolder by the minute, one of his hands trailed upwards to twirl at a piece of your hair before running his hand through it fully.

“You are very beautiful.” He spoke up, causing you to look him in the eyes with confusion. Had he just complimented you? Was he trying to flirt? You didn’t know, but either way, you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you, Castiel.” You said softly, glancing down at his lips for a few moments longer than you should have. Long enough for him to notice.

Now, it was his turn to go red.

You watched the familiar expression fall upon his face when he was thinking of how to word a question properly before asking it to you so that you would understand.

“Can I kiss you?”

You froze at the way he spoke those words so softly, but also as if it was another one of his every day questions he asks in passing. Cas waited patiently, taking in every detail on your face now that you were so close, closer than he’d ever been to you before.

After a few more moments of silence, you nodded.

Without missing a beat, Cas leaned down to meet your lips, slow and hesitant to mess it up. His lips were warm and comforting, and you felt a soothing warmth take over your whole body as he squeezed your waist the smallest bit, as if he was trying to ground himself.

When the both of you eventually pulled away, he had a look of wonder in his eyes, as if that was the best thing he’d ever experienced in his life. “Thank you.” He murmured, otherwise speechless after feeling you so close and intimate with him.

You smiled at the fact he had thanked you for kissing him. He made it sound like you were doing charity work, when in reality, you’d been waiting for that moment the day you met him.

“You no longer seem anxious. You should sleep now, I will watch over you.” Cas told you, his fingers carding through your hair again. You buried your face into his chest again, smiling to yourself as you let sleep fall over you.

‧₊˚ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

a/n: cas is so cute i could cry. not proofread, so if there is mistakes to change lmk! i’ve gotten through all of my requests so far now. i love you all so much and thank you for the constant support <3

read more fics here ! (masterlist)

request something here !

join my taglist here !

castiel taglist: @ambiguous-avery , @deansweetheart , @mulderssweetheart , @butterphiiss , @butterphii , @sammyslittledoll , @mostlymarvelgirl , @y0inked , @multiversefanfics , @rulesareshadesofgrey , @itscastielsfeatheryass , @daisydark

[anon-sect2]

Picture source: internet

Alvin saw there were three new positions that had opened up in the department. He thought this was his time for a big promotion on the job. He saw that the new job was waste management positions. He saw that the position would be permanent. He would not have to worry about being fired from it. He was curious that there was three positions available in waste management. He applied anyway. He was sure he would get one of them. The fact that the position could come with higher pay was the motivation. He also saw that each position would get it's own office space. He had been so used to being in a cubicle that he often wondered what it would be like to have an actual office in the company. He looked over at the other two cubicles.

"Ben and Henry, you two heard about the new positons that are available?" Alvin asked them. Ben and Henry were his best friends on the job. They always had lunch together as often as they could. They just struck up a good friendship that hs been going on for the past few years.

"Yeah, it comes with office space, permanent post, and possible pay raise." Henry said next. "Definitely would be an upgrade from this cubicle." He added.

"The fact it is three positions means all three of us could move up at the same time." Ben added to the conversation. "Wee should all apply. What do you guys think?"

"Duh, it's no brainer." Alvin said as he had the application opened up and ready to put in his resume. "Let's get out of these cubicles and into an office." He added.

"And with better pay." Ben added as all three began to submit their resume with the appllication to move up further in the company.

A few weeks later, all three were shocked and surprised. All three of their names were picked out of twenty applicants. They were estatic over their new promotions. They could not wait to move into their new offices and celebrate. They were called into the supervisors office for a brief meeting on their promotion.

All three walked into their supervisor's office. He motioned for them to have a seat on the three chairs in front of his desk. "Before you three move into your new offices, I wanted to congratulate you on recieving the promotion. Let's have a little toast to your success." He spoke to them as he brought a small trey with four glasses on it. He handed them each one before taking the last one for himself. He took several sips of his glass while he watched the three drink theirs down rather quickly.

"That was delicious," Alvin said, still tasting it on his tongue.

"Yeah, what was that drink? I would not mind having another." Henry added. It was the most delicious drink he had had in a long time.

Ben felt a little wosey moment later. "What was in that drink, sir? I am starting to feel a little strange."

Alin and Henry then noticed they were feeling the same way. They saw a smile on their supervisor's face.

"That was just a concoction to prepare you for your new position." Their supervisor paused in statement as he saw all three slowly losing consciousness. "You need to be durable to handle your new position of waste management." He laughed as all three lost full consciousness and slumbed over on the chairs. He made the call all as three strong men came and dragged all three out of his office to install them in their new offices.

Henry woke up feeling his body in a different form. He was connected to the floor and wall. He had a lid over him that was also a part of his body. He tried to speak, but no sound was uttered. He couldn't move a single bit. It was so disconcerting. He then heard a voice coming. It sounded like a good friend that he started to get to know at work. He felt a hand lift up the lid. He saw it was Drew just as he figured. What happened next horrified him. He saw Drew closing some door, pulling down his pants and underwear, and sitting on his face. There was something coming from his ass. "No, please, not this!" He mentally screamed as poop dropped into his mouth. Even though water was in his mouth, he could taste the poop. It was so disgusting. Poop after poop came, leaving a foul stench in its wake. When he saw that Drew was done, he felt him pull down a lever. He was forced to swallow all his poop and pee. He saw Drew go wash his hands, leaving him in misery. It was like he didn't even recognize him. He used him like he was just a toilet. It then dawned on his mind what he was. He was a literal toilet. The waste management was for human waste. He started to hate that he ever applied for the position now.

Henry heard the flushing of a toilet. He realized that he was in a restroom. He then saw his nightmare come true as one guy he hated at work was coming in the restroom. He heard him complain about the foul odor that was left behind by the previous occupant. He saw his lid lifted up as Terrance pulled out his dick and began to pee in his mouth. The water did nothing to take away the taste of his piss. He tried to scream for help, but no sound or words were spoken. As he saw Terrance pull the lever, he was forced to swallow his hated rival's piss. It really was a nightmare now. He was a human waste management literally. He watched as the guy didn't even wash his hands, but just left him like a toilet that he was.

Ben was disgusted with himself for not realizing it before. There had never been a waste management position ever in the department. The fact that all three of them fell for it at the same time. His nightmare came in the form of one of the larger size department heads. He wanted to run or do something to get away as his fat ass sat on his face. First, he urinated in his mouth. Next came large tards dropping in his mouth one after the other. The smell and taste were intense. He could do nothing as the guy used him like an object in the restroom. When he finished, swallowing all his shit and pee made him wished he had ignored the position notice. His new existence was nothing he ever wanted to be, but he was powerless to change it.

The supervisor walked in a few hours later. All three had been used several times over by different coworkers and employees, completely unaware that the toilets were former employees. He looked at each toilet and saw the abuse they had already taken. "You three are doing a great job in waste management." He laughed and walked out. He was satisfied that the new toilets were working out great, at least until they needed to replace them again. In that case, those three would be tossed in the trash and discarded as though they didn't even exist.

[pinkthrone445]

~Under one sinful choice~ Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fluff, soft, hurt

Warnings:I don't think so

Summary:Melissa and you reunite after years apart, ignoring every red light telling you to stop, you decided to stay at her house to sleep when she invites you. After having a glimpse of what you were, you ask her to make a decision.

AN:I'm sorry it took me so long, I wasn't doing so good with personal stuff and I stuck in my writing. I hope you enjoy.

That night was everything that you hoped for and more, it revived all the love for her that you knew it had never died inside you. You have never felt so happy, so alive, so complete. You wanted it to last forever, but your happiness rapidly shattered when your mom called telling you both that Melissa's boyfriend was waiting for her.

After that call you didn't had appetite anymore, no matter how good the food smelled, your throat had closed. Your mind started to wander how things will go from now on and it was stupid to keep pretending to live in that silly fantasy where you and her could still be something together.

The ride to your house was quiet, no music sounded and no word was spoken, the sound of the engine and your own heart was all you could hear.

When you finally got home after that painful ride, she opened the car door for you and you stepped out without looking at her, heading straight to the door. But before you could turn the door handle, you felt how she grabbed your hand, softly but firmly, making you stop

-"Hey..."-her voice was also soft, painful even, like if she were as torn as you, between what was right and what she needed and wanted. You knew if you looked at her eyes, you will start crying just as you did all those years back when you had to let her go, or you would kiss her putting you both in a very dangerous position. But before she could speak another word and before you could make up your mind if you were going to finally look at her, the door in front of you opened and she let go your hand immediately

-"Amore Mio" - Melissa's boyfriend stepped out of your house happy and exited, walking by your side and hugging the redhead, almost lifting her up from the floor

-"Good morning to you too" - she answered back while looking at you, not hugging at him as excited as he was. For a few seconds you stood there, observing him, it was the first time you have seen her boyfriend but you didn't expect him to be like that, actually you didn't knew what you expected, but wasn't that. Melissa was a beautiful woman, very sexy and attractive, you have seen younger and handsome guys throw themselfs on top of her expecting to win the redhead's heart or a glimpse of her attention. How did he caught her attention? Why him? Why? You stood there, wondering if he could make her feel the way you did, the way she liked.

Wondering if he could smell the sex on her, if something buried deep in his soul could tell that she didn't belong to him completely anymore, or if when they have sex again he could tell that she wasn't saying his name as loud anymore.

Melissa saw the way you looked at her, a mix between sadness, pain, grudge and jealousy. Usually she liked a little bit of jealousy, but no when you looked so sad.

-"You didn't said hi to (Y/N)... Barbara's oldest daughter"-Melissa said, in part because it was true, but also because she wanted the hug to stop

-"Oh right, I'm sorry, I missed you and got excited to see you" - He said, letting the redhead go, but keeping his hand on her waist while turning to see you-"Nice to meet you (Y/N)... I'm Captain Robinson, Melissa's boyfriend" - He extended his free hand to you and you grabbed it, harder than usual, like if you had something to prove to him

-"Yeah... Same" - If you had met him on different circumstances he would maybe have been a nice guy, but under this circumstances he was your worst enemy, so in your mind you treated him like that, everything about him was anoying to you. What kind of stupid and insecure men needed to say his career occupation and title before his name? And why did he needed to say he was Melissa's boyfriend on his introduction, like if you couldn't tell by the weird way he tried to kiss the redhead when he saw her. It's like if you added "I'm (Y/N) the women that fucked your girlfriend last night", you didn't need to say that on your introduction.

You let go of his hand and looked at Melissa again for a second before turning around to enter your house.

After a quick change to your own clothes, you went to the kitchen with your mom to help her set up the things to the party

-"Hi Ma" - You said hugging her tightly, staying on her embrace more than what she expected, but making her happy to be able to hold you longer

-"You okey baby?"-she asked and you nodded

-"Yes, just a little sentimental with everything that's going on" - You answered, referring to your sister's babyshower, feeling a little tear fall on your cheek, but deep down you knew that the weird pressure you felt on your chest was because of the redhead and how complicated everything became now.

Your mom grabbed your face with both of her hands, in a protective way, like if her hands were the only thing keeping you from falling apart. She looked at your eyes with a soft expression on her face and whipped the tear with her thumb

-"I'm proud of you, did you know?" - she whispered with sweetness and you felt more tears gathering on the edge of your eyelids, wondering if she would be proud if she found out what you did last night-"I know I preasure you sometimes, with finding someone or forming a family, I just want you to have someone that protects you and makes you happy. But I'm still proud of you and how far you have come, never forget that, Okey?" - she asked and you nodded

-"Thank you for that... I needed it" - You smiled lightly and gave her one more hug, hearing someone come to the kitchen

-"Can I join the hug?" - The redhead asked joking, acting like if nothing had happened, but when she saw your body tense, she stoped joking-"I'm sorry for interrupting, I was just looking for napkins" - she said and your mom let you go to grab some snacks

-"You don't interrupt anything, you are family, you are always welcome" - Your mom assured her friend, leaving to the backyard leaving you two alone.

You stood there, quietly finishing decorating the cupcakes that were on the counter

-"Hey... Are you Okey?" - Mel asked touching your arm, making your shiver and you denied with your head- "Are you mad at me?" - she whispered worried and you denied again-"Then why you don't even talk or look at me?" - she moved her hand to your shoulder, making you turn around gently to face her

-"I... How can you act like nothing happened? Talking to everyone like if nothing had changed? Hugging your boyfriend with no remorse? As if we weren't fucking less than 12 hours ago? How can I look at you and control myself when all I want to do is kiss you?"-Your voice came out weaker than normal and she smiled softly, giving a few steps closer to you, grabbing your chin carefully, forcing you softly to look at her

-"I look at him with no remorse because I have no remorse for what we did... If I had the opportunity, I would do it all again... I don't regret being with you. I don't regret chasing my happiness..." - she said, looking at you with shiny eyes. You wanted to smile after hearing that, but something didn't let you

-"I don't regret it either... I want to chase my happiness with you to... I'm just a little scared of being hurt to be honest" - Your voice trembled and your eyes became watery

-"Why scared?" - she asked worried

-"Because no matter how much fun we had, we can't ignore the fact that you are in a relationship Lisa, and what we did was wrong... Or are you planing on leaving him?" - You asked, scared of the answer

-"I want you..."-she answered, grabbing your jaw a little tighter, like if she wanted to keep you for herself

-"That doesn't answer my question..."-You whispered with pain, her avoidant response was also partly an answer to your question, but you wanted to hear it clearly from her mouth

-"I..."-before she could answer, you heard your mom's steps coming back to the kitchen, stopping your conversation, forcing you both to separate

-"Come on girls, I need help" - she said hurrying you up

-"Yes mom..."-You said, grabbing the tray of cupcakes, passing by the redhead's side, feeling how her hand brushed your waist, barely there, but leaving the ghost of her touch on your skin.

After that, the party went on as planed, you by your side and the redhead by her boyfriends side. Some shy touches and glances here and there between you two but nothing more than that.

You found out that you were having a baby niece, you played some games, ate a little and drank too.

And after all that, when most of the guests left and only the close family stayed, you went to the guest room, scared of not being able to keep your hands to yourself if you kept drinking.

You took your shoes off and closed your eyes, trying no to think too much about anything, laying with your chest down, hugging a pillow.

After a few minutes in silence, you heard the door open and close behind you

-"I will back to the party in a second mom, my head hurts" - You said, muffled against the pillow and you felt the bed sink a little by your side

-"My head hurts too, can I stay here?" - Melissa asked laying down next to you, making you sigh

-"You shouldn't be here... We shouldn't be alone, specialy when your boyfriend is in the same house" - You murmured

-"I think we are older enough to control ourselves enough to be alone... Or you don't have faith in us?" - she smiled in a seductive way and you laughed a little

-"As we control ourselves last night? It was our first night together after all those years and we already fucked" - You teased and she got closer to you, slipping her hand inside your clothes, doing slow lazy circles on your skin

-"Can you blame me? How do you want me to control myself when you look they way you look?"-she teased back and you smiled even more. Being with her alone brought such a peaceful feeling in your chest even if it was wrong being together

-"I hate you so much" - You said laughing a little

-"Because I'm irresistible?" - she asked and you nodded

-"Exactly because of that" - You reminded yourself that your mom's house wasn't the right place to be tempting destiny and grabbed her hand, pulling it away from inside your clothes but keeping it in your hand-"Everything is your fault, you and your smart mouth that provoques me and makes me get in places that I shouldn't..."-you murmured looking at her lips

-"Why you shouldn't do what your heart desires?" - she caressed the hand that she was holding

-"Because is wrong..." - You murmured getting close to her lips

-"But being bad taste so good..."-she smirked

-"And if it tastes so good it can't be that bad right?" - You asked, licking your lips

-"Rigth"-she grabbed your jaw gently and gave you little pecks that made you smile and laugh a little. While she gave you sweet kisses, your legs tangled with her and her hand found the small of your back, bringing you impossible closer together. Your hands when to her hair and you let loose the ponytail that she had, making her moan in relief, stopping her kisses and leaning her head back, resting her head against your hand

-"You are so pretty" - You whispered, giving little pecks on her neck and scratching her head

-"And you are so perfect" - she mumbled relaxed under your sweet touches, then a small chuckle escaped her lips-"Oh my god... This was your room..."-she whispered and you stoped your kisses, looking at her confused. It was your room but with the new decoration it didn't looked like your room anymore-"Remember how many times we had sex here when your family was on vacation? You had this little stool over there and it was surprisingly sturdy and we used it as support many times" -she asked rearranging her position to look at you and you laughed too

-"So many times... We even bought our first strap for that special week" - You remembered jocking

-"Rigth! The reddish clear one with sparkles... We had to buy it because the toy we used died..."-she chuckled

-"I remember! We had even named it and made a 'funeral' for that toy when it died!" - You both laughed more remembering that. That toy and strap were the first ones ever that Melissa had bought and you both picked it together. Those were such good memories that made your face hurt because of how much you smiled remembering those good times.

When the laughter died down, a little sigh escaped her lips and she was looking at you in such loving way. Her hand found your cheek again and she contoured your nose and lips carefully, her expression turning a little more serious but still very loving

-"I really missed you" - she confessed and you hugged her, hiding in her neck

-"I really missed you too... There wasn't a day where I didn't thought of you" - You whispered and she held you tighter.

After a few more minutes holding in silence in that safe and sweet environment, you both decided that it was time to return to the party before someone came for you and found you both in a compromising situation.

Even if the moment was perfect, you couldn't avoid to hear the little alarm that went on the back of your head, the one that remind you that what you were doing wasn't okey.

After that night, more days went by, your texts with her grew and the little calls and get together too, the affair was fun and exiting, adding a little spice to your relationship, but you still knew it was wrong, and you couldn't avoid the guilt you felt.

She went many times to your new home to help you "set up", even if all you did was fucking each other in all the corners that you could. You also went to Abbot to visit your mom, even if all you did was chat or hang in the redhead's classroom.

Sometimes she stayed to sleep on your place and make you breakfast, and other times she went back to her place because her boyfriend was going to visit her.

Every time you saw her, the little alarm on your head grew louder and louder and you tried to ignore it, until it reached a point where it was driving you insane. You wanted her so badly, you did, but you didn't like the guilt that followed you, or having to share her with him.

-"Lissa?" - You asked still using her eagle's t-shirt, watching how she dressed in front of you

-"Yes hon?" - she turned her body to look at you, she had no makeup and her hair was a little messy from sleeping together and all the activity you had before that, but she looked absolutely perfect

-"Since is my birthday today... Do you think you could stay a little more? Maybe we could go somewhere and have breakfast?" - You asked, giving your best puppy eyes

-"I would love to... But I told you yesterday I had plans with Rob... We were going to have breakfast together..."-her voice tried to sound empathetic, but it didn't worked

-"Please...it's my birthday... I don't want a gift from you today, I just want to hang a little more with you outside of this walls..." - You asked again, siting on your bed

-"I can't, he is already waiting for me... But I promise I will see you tonight at your party... Okey? And we will dance all night" - she smiled, trying to bring you confort but it only made it hurt more. You just nodded and put on your flip-flops, following her down the stairs as she made her ponytail.

She grabbed her coat and turned around to give you a quick peck before opening the door

-"I will see you soon honey, I will text you when I get there" - she said putting on her jacket and giving you a last kiss before leaving your apartment. You stood there, looking how she got in the car and touched up her hair a more little looking her reflection on the mirror. She was going to see him and you knew it, she never hid it from you when she was going to see her boyfriend, but this time it bother you more than usual, it hurt more than usual.

Before she could leave and before you could think about it, you went to her car, knocking on her glass and she smiled

-"You want one more kiss?" - she teased you but stoped when she saw your serious face-"What happened?" - she asked

-"I don't feel so good doing this..."-You whispered insecure

-"Doing what?"-she asked a little clueless, getting out of the car to talk to you

-"This..."-You pointed between you two-"Fucking and fucking and then you leave to be with him..."-You confessed

-"Where is this coming from? It's because I'm not staying to have breakfast?" - she asked with a frown-"I thought that we were Okey..."

-"We weren't, we never were if we are being honest... What we are doing is not okay, no matter how good it feels... I admit that at first it was fun and thrilling ... But I'm getting tired of existing only when we are alone or when you have time for me... We shouldn't be doing this" - You said, with a trembling voice, trying to put your feelings into words

-"Do you want us to stop?..."-she asked a little hurt

-"No... I..."-You wanted to said that you didn't wanted to share her anymore, that you wanted her to choose you, but you were scared that if you phrased that wrong, that would push her away from you-"I just don't feel soo good mentally about doing it, it drains me and makes me feel so empty and sad when you leave..."-You whispered ashamed

-"Then what do you want?..." - she was confused and you were too, you didn't though too much before starting this conversation

-"I want you, all of you, not just little crumbls... I want to do the things the right way" - You answerd

-"You have me" - she responded and you rolled your eyes

-"You know what I mean... Can you just answer honestly?... It doesn't bother you? Not even a little?..Why am I the one saying that we shouldn't do this? Why am I the one putting restrains when I don't owe anything to anyone? When I'm the single one? That should be your job" - You asked with a little anger in your voice and she stood there, looking at you

-"I know this is wrong, that he doesn't deserve that, that you don't deserve it either... But I need time to break up with him... It's not that easy..."-she said nervous and insecure

-"How much time do you need, we have been doing this for more than 3 months now... And I'm not sure how much I can keep doing it..."-You answered

-"I just need a little more..."-she whispered

-"If it's so hard to leave him, then why you don't leave me?" - Your voice came out shaking, and you felt the tears build up in the edge of your eyes

-"Because I can't... I tried because I know that cheating is wrong and I know how it feels to be in the other end of it... I tried to leave you, but it has been 3 years since we broke up and still, every time I close my eyes at night all I see is you... All I fantasize about is you, all I think is you, even when I have sex with him... And I was okey being with him even if I thought about you every passing moment, I was okey because I thought I wouldn't see you again... But then I saw you and my facade came down. Now that I have you here, all I want to do is make my fantasies and dreams come true even if it's wrong... And when I'm with you all I do is be and I stop thinking about if it's right or wrong because all I ever wanted is right in front of me"-her voice came down weak and she sighed looking at you with sad eyes

-"And?..."-you asked and she looked a little lost at you-"And what are you going to do with what you are feeling? Are you going to tell him? Are you going to choose? Do you want to hide? Because I don't feel so good about being the reason for you to cheat... And I don't feel so good about keep hiding either" - You said, scared of her answer

-"Are you making me choose?" - she asked and you nodded, a little insecure of what her answer would be.

In that exact moment, her phone started ringing and you stood there, knowing it was him. She looked at you with pain in her eyes-"Can I have time to think?" - she asked and you nodded again

-"Of curse..."-You answered and she nodded, kissing your forehead carefully before getting in her car

-"Thank you... I Will... Talk to you soon, Okey" - she asked and you stepped away from the car

-"One more thing..."-You said before she left-"Until you make a decision... Don't come to my house again..." - You said and entered your house almost running, avoiding crying in front of her. But when you heard her car drive away, you couldn't hold the tears anymore.

After a few minutes or hours, you weren't really sure how much time passed anymore, when your cries became sobs, someone knocked your door and you stood up immediately, with the hope that it was her. Drying your tears on your arm, you opened the door, only to find your mom standing at your door with her brightest smile on

-"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BAB..."-her smile fade when she saw your puffy eyes-"Baby..."-she entered your house without waiting for permission, leaving the stuff she had on her hands on the table, only to be able to hug you properly-"What happened baby?..."-she hugged very tight, in a protective way and you sighed on her shoulder

-"Nothing mom... Just my birthday made me sentimental..."-You whispered weakly

-"Oh baby... Good thing I brought food to cheer you up" - she said in a sweet voice kissing your forehead and letting you go to open the bags she left on the table-"Is Melissa here?" - she asked and you blushed, nervously

-"Wh-why would she be here?.."-you asked

-"Because you are wearing her t-shirt and you are covered in hickeys... Did she make you cry?" - she asked turning around with some containers of your favorite breakfast in her hands, but her face was serious

-"Mom..."-You were thinking about a good lie to tell her-"She just gifted me this..."-

-"Don't even think about lying me again... Just tell me, it was her?" - she insisted and you denied with your head

-"I hurt myself..."-You answer and she hugged you again

-"What happened baby?..You know you can tell me anything..."-she said with a tender voice

-"I don't think this is something I can tell you..."-You confessed

-"You are in love with Melissa..."-Your mom said and you frowned looking at her

-"How did you..."-You blushed

-"I know my daughter, you make for her the same face you used to do when you saw your church teacher, the one you had a little crush on..."-she answered you and you blushed more-"I know Mel and you used to date back then..."-she confessed

-"Why you didn't said anything if you knew?" - You asked her, still shocked

-"Because it wasn't my place... If she was making you happy... Why would I interviene?..." - she let you go, sitting by your side and you sighed-"But now... If she hurt you, I will kick her ass..."-she let you see her mama bear side, protecting you even from her best friend. That made you chuckle a little

-"Okey..."-You took a deep breath-"I think you deserve to know the whole story... Melissa and I used to date a few years back... We dated for a long time, but before we could tell anybody, I got my internship and we broke up... I didn't wanted to come back here after the internship was over because I didn't wanted to fall for her again, so I stayed back there... And I decided to come back now because of Taylor and also because I thought I was over her... But even if I knew she was in a relationship, I fell for her again and we end up having sex, multiple times... And I know you won't support our relationship, but I do love her, even if she is older or if she is your friend... But the guilt started to eat me and I asked her to choose... If she wanted to stay with me or with him, because I feel like she is playing with me and I don't want to cheat anymore... And she asked me for time to think and she left... And I'm really scared that she won't choose me..."-You confessed everything, talking as fast as you could and avoiding her judgy gaze. You were waiting for her to take the Bible out of her purse and hit you with it, but instead, she grabbed your hand tightly, waiting until you looked up at her

-"Oh my baby... It's not that I don't support you or your relationship, I don't care about the age difference or that she is my friend. I noticed how you look at each other a long time ago, it's the same way your father looks at me and it made me so happy to think that you had someone that supported you and took care of you, but I didn't wanted to preasure you to tell me something that you didn't felt confortable doing... The only thing I don't like about this it's that you are cheating. I don't like Mel's boyfriend, but he is not a bad men, he doesn't deserve this. You feel like Melissa is playing with you, but the reality is that you are both playing with that poor men's heart, so you made the right choice, either you stop this even if it's hard to be away from her, or you both come clean so that man has the chance to move on..."-As always, your mom was the voice of reason and the wise one, telling you the truth but still protecting and loving you-"You made the right decision and I'm proud of you... And I will be here no matter what happens... Okey?" - she asked and you nodded, hugging and thanking her.

When night time arrived, you got ready and went to your mom's house for your party. The place was decorated beautifully and everything was almost perfect, except that the redhead was no place to be found.

You didn't knew if she being there would be better or worse, but you needed an answer as soon as possible and she not going to your birthday party, was giving you kinda of an answer, and it wasn't the one that you were hoping for.

After a few more moments, when your hope was going away, the front door opened and you saw a glimpse of redhead behind it and your heart tried to escape from your chest, but before she could enter, your mom grabbed her arm and pull her outside, closing the door behind both of them.

After a few seconds of anxiety, the door opened again, both of them entering the house, the redhead more pale than usual, but walking straight to you

-"Hey... Can we talk somewhere private?" - she whispered and you nodded nervously, walking to the guests room. When the door closed behind you, the silence of the room was so loud, that you could almost hear the electricity running through the walls. Your heart was pounding so fast that you could feel the rhythm even on the tip of your toes, your hands were sweating and your legs were about to give up. The seconds felt like hours and you couldn't take it anymore

-"So..."-Your voice came out like a little squeak

-"I... First of all, Happy birthday" - she said, also with her voice cracking

-"Please tell me you didn't came here just to tell me that" - You whispered a little broken

-"No... I... Remember when you took that plane and you left to study all those years back?"-she asked and you nodded

-"I remember that night... I just might regret that night for the rest of my days" - You answered honestly

-"At first we agreed to try long distance, but then I broke up with you..."-she said and you felt like she was twisting a knife in your guts

-"I know... You said you couldn't do it..." - You whispered sadly

-"The real reason was that since my ex husband cheated on me, I thought that you might do the same while we were apart... Not because I didn't trusted you, but because I was insecure and traumatized, so I broke up with you trying to protect myself... And now I ended up doing that to Rob, what I was scared of happening to me... He is a good men and didn't deserve that..."-she said and your heart hurt more, you had the feeling that you knew where this was going-"He didn't deserve that at all when all he did was loving me... So I came clean to him, telling that I cheated on him multiple times... And surprisingly, he forgave me..."-she confessed and you felt how your whole body got cold-"But I broke up with him..."-after hearing that, you were able to breathe again-"I was never in love with him, and I'm not trying to justify my actions, but if I were in love with him, I would have never even think about cheating... If I were in love with him I would have never dreamed of you and think about you even when we were apart... I'm not in love with him, I'm in love with you, I would never let anyone come even close to me because the only person I want close is you. I choose you, again and again, and if you forgive me for everything that I made you go through, I will keep choosing and loving you every day..."-she confessed and came closer with a loving smile, giving you the opportunity to answer and decide if you wanted her back

-"I hate you" - You said and her smile fade "Because you are so irresistible" - You teased her, repeating the same words you said the last time you were on that room- "Thank you for deciding fast and not leaving me hanging" - You whispered, getting closer to her, letting her hug you and hiding on her neck- "Was it a hard decision to make?" - You asked her

-"Not at all, it's never hard to choose love, you always come first... You deserve to be my first choice" - she said kissing your forehead-"And thank to the heavens that I choose you, because the threat your mom gave me before entering the house, almost made me faint... Can you belive that she told me that if I hurt you again she would burry me so deep no even God or my contacts would find me? "-she asked and you laughed a little

-" I do believe her, I been hearing her mean side since we learned how to curse"-You answer and now Mel laughed, giving you a little kiss and hugging you tightly

-"Happy birthday honey" - she whispered and you smiled, kissing her again

-"Happy birthday to me" - You whispered on her lips