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luvendiary · 3 months ago

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freefall / f. weasley

fred weasley x reader

summary: everyone knew the dangers of quidditch. that didn't stop you from playing, and indeed finding out how real they were. a/n: i'm on my fred weasley grind rn. this man has had a chokehold on me for so long. i need him in a way that's concerning to feminism. warnings: not proofread. no use of y/n. 3k words. not cannon compliant when it comes to who's on the quidditch team at the same time (i don't remember exactly).

The castle had woken up buzzing.

Even hours before kickoff, excitement had taken hold. Students spilled through the corridors wrapped in Gryffindor colors — faces painted, scarves fluttering dramatically in the wind, charms making lions roar from pockets and shoulders. The halls rang with chants and bets, mostly bold and entirely biased.

You could feel it — that low, humming pressure that sat behind your ribs. It wasn’t quite nerves. It was anticipation. That brilliant, kind that only happened on days like this.

The common room, not being spared from the commotion that seemed to be spreading throughout the castle, had been chaos all morning. Players running up and down the stairs, yelling about lost socks or missing gloves. Angelina was lecturing the team about strategies in between tying her hair back. Katie had braided your hair earlier while muttering about Slytherin’s captain how she’d “knock him into next week”, along with some not so nice comments about Malfoy. Or better known to her as “that little bleached rat.”

You were already half-dressed in your uniform, lacing up your boots slowly, rhythmically. The fabric of your robes felt like armor.

From outside the window, the distant stands were already filling up. You could hear the rumble of voices, the occasional boom of a magically-enhanced cheer.

The world beyond the locker room door felt big. Important. Like something was about to happen.

Fred ducked into the changing room, hair windblown, cheeks flushed. “Hurry up ladies! They’re all waiting to see your beautiful faces,” he grinned, eyes locking with yours. “And mine, of course, but you’re welcome to bask in my reflected glory.”

“Oi!” George called from behind him. “Save the flirting for after we win, would you?”

“Don’t jinx it,” you muttered, tugging on your gloves. But you were smiling.

Fred stepped up beside you, casually bumping your shoulder with his. “Nervous?” he asked, with a teasing tilt of his brow.

“Not even a little,” you lied.

Across the room, Harry was pacing with his broom in hand, jaw set with quiet determination. McLaggen, meanwhile, was bragging loudly to Ron about how he’d single-handedly "hold the whole bloody defensive line" — never mind the fact that he wasn’t even starting.

The latter looked about as ready to rip his hair out or jump off the nearest cliff.

“Give him a break McLaggen!” you called out.

He was about to respond, but was promptly interrupted by Harry. Who, in true Oliver Wood fashion, gave you all some rather aggressive — and somehow still lackluster — encouraging words before bringing your hands to the center and chanting one last time before getting out to the field.

You allowed your excitement to settle in. You started bouncing on the heels of your feet, and you could no longer suppress the smile that had broken through as you heard the roaring crowd outside.

As the team lined up to head out, Fred leaned in just a little too close.

“Try not to get distracted by how good I look flying,” he whispered with a wink. “It’d be a shame if you missed the Quaffle.”

You bumped him with your shoulder again, harder this time.

Then the doors to the pitch swung open, and above it all, you heard the sound that made your stomach flip every time — Madam Hooch’s whistle.

It was maddening. It truly was.

From the outside, Quidditch looked like chaos — just a blur of players weaving and diving, brooms slicing through the air like blades. Bodies tangled midair, bludgers shrieked past, and the Quaffle disappeared in the mess of robes and motion.

But to you, it all made sense.

You were laser-focused. Every heartbeat aligned with the game’s rhythm. Every movement of your teammates, every wind current. You saw it all like threads in a tapestry only you could read.

The pitch stretched endlessly beneath you, the crowd a roaring blur of sound and color. Your fingers tightened around your broom as you hovered above center field, eyes locked on the Quaffle the moment it left Montague’s grip.

Yours.

You shot forward like lightning, ducking low beneath a swinging Bludger and twisting sideways just in time to avoid Bole’s shoulder. Your hand closed around the Quaffle with a satisfying slap, and then it was just you and the goals ahead.

You soared.

Wind screamed in your ears. Your heart hammered like a war drum. You faked left, then veered sharply right, slicing past a Slytherin Chaser who cursed behind you.

The goalposts loomed.

You didn’t overthink it. You didn’t blink.

You threw.

The Quaffle sailed clean through the center hoop.

A roar erupted from the Gryffindor stands.

“—And she scores!” Lee Jordan’s voice echoed through the noise, unmistakable even through the chaos. “Someone get that girl a trophy!”

“Or a fireproof vault to keep her ego in after this match!” George added.

You laughed breathlessly as you looped around, barely slowing, adrenaline turning your entire body electric. Katie flew past, smacking your arm with a grin. “Brilliant shot!” Alicia followed with a wink. “You’ve got Slytherin frothing at the mouth.”

You didn’t respond. No time. Another play was already forming below.

You dove without hesitation, catching a pass midair and dodging a green blur that came lunging toward you. They were getting more aggressive. You felt a tug at your robes as one of them tried to grab for you mid-turn.

Dirty play. Typical.

You scored again five minutes later. Then again.

Lee sounded gleeful. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the sound of a Slytherin ego shattering in real time. Somebody call St. Mungo’s.”

The Slytherin section of the stands started booing every time your hand so much as touched the Quaffle.

You were a marked target now. You could feel it in the way Montague’s eyes followed you, the way Pucey started drifting toward your side of the pitch more often, hovering just close enough to be a problem.

Your face burned, but the grin wouldn’t leave.

You could hear the crowd chanting your name. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve been bashful. However, the adrenaline pumping through your veins permitting you to enjoy the moment. You reveled in the screams of the crowd, allowing them to fuel you.

You were in it now. Every muscle was alive, every sense on fire. The pitch was yours.

And Slytherin?

They were getting angry.

Somewhere high above, Harry was locked in a breathless race with Malfoy, the Snitch glinting gold between them. The entire stadium seemed to hold its breath as they weaved through players, dodging Bludgers and bodies alike. Lee Jordan was shouting something rapid-fire over the commentary, barely keeping up.

But you weren’t paying attention to any of that.

You were dialed in, eyes trained on the Quaffle now in Pucey’s possession. You darted after him, wind whistling in your ears, muscles straining as you surged forward to intercept.

He looked back once.

And smirked.

That should’ve been your warning.

Just as you reached for the Quaffle — fingers barely inches away — a Bludger came screaming through the air.

You barely registered the blur of black iron before it slammed into your side — full force, right in the center of your chest.

The pain was immediate.

The wind was knocked clean from your lungs, and for a second, the world tilted. Your grip loosened. Your balance vanished.

And then, nothing but air.

You were falling.

The crowd gasped as one — a deafening wave of noise that didn’t quite register as your vision blurred at the edges. The pitch spun beneath you, and for a terrifying second, the only thing you could hear was the rush of wind and the roar of your own heartbeat.

The ground was racing toward you.

And then, just before impact, you were caught.

Not by arms, but by magic.

It seized you midair. Halting your fall so abruptly that your back arched with the momentum, hovering weightless like a rag doll suspended in glass. A choked scream barely left your lips. Your ribcage felt as if it was on fire, and tears had involuntarily made it past your eyes. You hung there for a second, breathless, broken, the sky spinning wildly above you.

Then the spell eased.

You were lowered down the last few centimetres with unnatural gentleness, like someone laying down fine porcelain — but even that soft drop made your body jolt.

Everything was distant now. Muffled.

Someone screaming your name. The screams from the crowd. Lee Jordan’s voice somewhere far away, less joking and more urgent:

“That—that was a Bludger meant to kill! That wasn’t just a shot — that was aimed! Someone better pull Montague off that broom before Fred gets to him first—Merlin’s beard—is she breathing?”

Your chest wouldn’t rise right. Your ribs screamed with every breath. Your eyes fluttered, catching fractured pieces of what came next.

Fred.

Charging across the pitch like a storm let loose.

You saw him tackle Pucey mid-air before either of them hit the ground, fists flying, a blur of red and rage and shouting. His knuckles collided with Pucey’s jaw once, twice — a third time before Harry and George managed to drag him off.

“That was deliberate!” Fred’s voice cracked as he shouted, wild with fury. “She could’ve—”

You blinked again. Shapes shifted.

Katie and Angelina were suddenly kneeling beside you, panic flashing across their faces as they hovered protectively. Katie held your hand tightly, as if anchoring you in place. Angelina pressed her palm to your forehead, her voice low and trembling as she muttered your name over and over.

“Stay with us, yeah? You’re alright. You’re alright, love…just breathe…”

You tried.

Madam Pomfrey appeared next, wand already moving, her mouth a tight line of focus. The edge of her robe brushed your shoulder. A warm wave of healing magic rippled down your chest, soothing some of the ache, but not enough to stop the spinning.

“Concussion, cracked ribs,” she muttered grimly. “Circulatory strain from the impact—Merlin’s sake, that bludger could’ve—”

Your eyes fluttered closed again, darkness curling at the corners.

You saw McGonagal quickly approaching you. Her face sick with worry. She kneeled down and brushed your hair out of your face.

Your vision was becoming blurry. The oxygen still failing to get to your lungs made you so tired.

Soon enough, nothing.

Only the faint echo of the crowd still roaring overhead.

It was the smell that woke you first. That faint, sterile scent of the hospital wing: antiseptic potions and polished wood and that oddly comforting crispness of freshly laundered sheets.

Then came the ache.

Dull, deep, and blooming behind your ribs like a bruise. Your entire body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry in a windstorm.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open.

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows in soft, golden patches. The ward was quiet, except for the ticking of Madam Pomfrey’s enchanted clock.

And there, slumped in the chair beside your bed — elbows on his knees, face in his hands — was Fred Weasley.

You blinked again, just to be sure.

Yep. Red hair. Freckles. A very battered-looking set of knuckles.

He must’ve felt your gaze, because he looked up.

His eyes widened, and in the next second he was upright and leaning over you like you were some ancient artifact that might shatter if handled too roughly.

“You’re awake,” he said, a little breathless. “Bloody hell, you scared me—”

You made a weak sound that was half chuckle, half groan. “I scared you?”

Fred scoffed, but you could see the relief flooding his face, softening the worry carved into his brow. “You fell seventy feet out of the sky and landed like a dead fish. I think I’m entitled to a little panic.”

“You punched Pucey,” you mumbled, voice scratchy.

He blinked. “You remember that?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “Everything’s blurry.”

“You should seen him now...” he mumbled. Something dark and angry seeming to come from him.

You smiled faintly, but the motion pulled at your ribs and you winced. Fred immediately softened. His hand found its way to where hair was clinging to your forehead and carefully tucked it behind your ear.

He seemed to go to a far away place for a moment.

You squeezed his hand, softly brushing his bruised knuckles.

“How bad’s the pain?” he asked after a quiet moment.

“Manageable,” you lied.

“Liar,” he called you out.

“I feel like shit,” you admitted.

Fred huffed a quiet laugh. Not quite amused, more like something between worry and affection had slipped out by accident. “Yeah, you look like shit too, so at least you’re consistent.”

You gave him a tired glare. “Thanks, Weasley. That’s very kind.”

He paused, thumb brushing a little aimlessly over the back of your hand again. “You scared the hell out of me.”

You didn’t say anything. Just let your fingers curl more tightly around his.

Fred leaned back in the chair, looking like he’d aged about a decade in a day. “George and I— We couldn’t see you properly at first. The angle. It just looked like you’d—” He cut himself off, pressing his hand over his face, dragging it down like he could scrub the memory out of his brain.

You didn’t recognize the expression on him. Not fully. Your Fred always had a witty remark at hand. Always the one to lighten the mood.

But this? This quiet weight in his voice? It knocked something loose in your chest. This version of him was different.

You were quiet for a moment. Then: “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know,” he said softly. “But you did. And I… I didn’t like it. At all.”

Fred was quiet for a long time. You could hear the faint ticking of the hospital wing clock behind him. See the way his eyes kept flicking to where your hand lay in his, like he still couldn’t quite believe you were real and solid and breathing again.

Then, finally:

“I saw you fall.”

You turned your head slightly. His voice wasn’t shaky — it was too even, like it was holding something back.

“Well, yes. Everyone did—”

“No.” His voice was steady, but the edge in it was sharp. “You were going for the Quaffle. Didn’t even see it. The bludger just—” He exhaled hard. “It hit you dead on, and your body just— folded.”

You didn’t speak. Just listened, your hand still in his.

Fred’s voice went quieter. “And then… you started falling. Not fast, not at first. You were twisting in the air, like… like some broken bit of ribbon.”

His jaw clenched. You could see the muscles twitching.

“And I just froze.”

There it was. That hard look again. Anger and despair boiling over.

He swallowed hard and looked down at his lap.

“And then that bloody charm caught you, just inches from the grass. Your back arched like you’d been snapped in half — I thought— I thought it was too late.”

He rubbed his hands over his face, pressing his fingers into his temples like he was trying to erase the image.

You reached out, brushing your fingers lightly against his arm. That grounded him. His eyes flicked to you again.

“I looked up,” he said quietly, “and there was Pucey. Just hovering. Calm as anything. Coming down like he hadn’t just tried to kill you.”

Fred’s hand gripped the edge of your blanket, knuckles going white.

“Next thing I know, I’m being pulled off. And the fucker has the nerve to smirk,” he nearly spat the word out.

You didn’t need to imagine it. You’d seen flashes of it — Fred lunging mid-air rather recklessly. George trying to pull him off, Harry joining in moments later. You remembered George’s face—torn between trying to stop his brother and wanting to help him land one more hit. Harry, flushed and frustrated, holding fast to Fred’s shoulder, shouting over the chaos. And Fred, still snarling, his eyes locked on Pucey

“Thank you,” was all you could say after a while. Your voice coming out choked and slightly teary.

Fred looked at you, something unreadable flickering in his expression.

Fred looked at you, really looked, and for once didn’t try to hide the mess of fear and fury and relief storming behind his eyes.

“I know it’s just a game. I know that’s what everyone says. But when you hit the ground— it wasn’t a game anymore.”

You were quiet. Then you reached out, fingers brushing lightly against his bruised ones.

“I’m still here.”

He nodded, once. Swallowed hard.

“Yeah. You are.”

There was a long pause. Then he exhaled, and his hand came up again, this time cupping your cheek gently — like he needed to feel for himself that you were still warm and real and you.

“And for the record,” he said, voice rough but gentler now, “you still looked cool when you were mid-air.”

“Oh, brilliant,” you muttered. “Glad my dignity stayed intact.”

“You don’t need to worry about your dignity as long as I’m around.”

You chuckled, it strained your ribs but you powered through it for his sake. “Funny. I recall your reputation amongst the female population of the castle says otherwise.”

He smiled, still not quite reaching his eyes. “Well, we can test that if you’d like.”

Thankfully, you were not given the time to feel embarrassed, for seconds later the door to the hospital wing opened with a bang.

“Oi—she’s awake!” came George’s voice, far too loud for the stillness. “I told you lot she’d out-stubborn a bludger to the ribs.”

Fred visibly tensed at the noise, his fingers still around yours, but you were already smiling before you even turned your head.

"How are you feeling, flower?" George asked, a little more gently as he approached you.

Angelina, Katie, and Alicia spilled in next, flanking George like a wave of red and gold. Their hair wind-tossed, cheeks flushed, and eyes wide with concern—though Katie grinned the moment she saw you sitting up.

“Merlin’s beard, you gave us a heart attack,” Angelina said, moving to your bedside with a mix of exasperation and affection.

“I'm alright,” you said.

George tossed a look at Fred, “Well. Battered. But still prettier than Pucey.”

“I heard he’s getting a black eye,” Alicia added, not even pretending to sound sorry.

“Two,” Fred muttered.

Angelina leaned down, gently fixing the edge of your blanket with a scowl. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I wasn’t exactly trying to,” you rasped.

Alicia leaned against the foot of your bed, grinning. “You should’ve heard the crowd. Half of Gryffindor nearly jumped the stands when you hit the ground.”

“McGonagall looked like she was going to hex the entire Slytherin team,” George added, throwing himself into the nearest chair. “Even Snape looked mildly concerned. Which, for him, is basically a public breakdown.”

They were all talking over each other now.

It was dizzying, warm, and familiar.

But it all blurred at the edges.

Because across the bed, Fred was still there. Still watching you.

He hadn’t added to the teasing or chimed in with a joke. He just sat there — quieter than usual, more still than you'd ever seen him — with that soft, steady smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes but said everything anyway.

That he was relieved.

That he’d been scared out of his mind.

That seeing you upright again was the first breath he’d taken all day.

You smiled, weakly. But it was a smile.

So was his.

#x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred gideon weasley #fred weasley fic #fred weasley #harry potter #quidditch #harry potter x reader #wizarding world x reader #wizarding world #golden trio era #george weasley

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pomefioredove · 11 months ago

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Hiii!! Could you possibly do headcanons of overblot boys + adeuce with a s/o who likes to collect figures or like manga or something along those lines? Also I love your writing you’re awesome sauce. feel free to delete or ignore if you don’t wanna do it!! I understand :3

<3<3 ofc

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type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, ace, deuce, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

looking at... [vaguely gestures to Heartslabyul] all that, I can't imagine Riddle has any grounds to complain about knick-knacks or clutter. he literally lives in a minimalist's worst nightmare. he also gives the impression of a collector of odd trinkets. like stamps or antique tea cups. grandma vibes. probably gets you a nice display cabinet for your things

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Ace is a sixteen year old boy who balls and thinks of himself as a lady's man. and, I mean, he loves you, but you can tell what he's about to say before he even opens his mouth. weeeeeeb... then he saves up all year just to gift you that one ridiculously priced figure for your birthday. like I said, he loves you, he just has a very... defensive temperament

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I feel like Deuce is a really good listener (or, at least, he knows how to be quiet when you're talking, unlike a certain other Heartslabyul first year), even if he doesn't quite get it. besides maybe Jack, he's the most willing to watch your favorite shows with you, read your mangas together, hear about each individual trinket you own... even if he still doesn't understand. it makes you happy <3

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Leona is more of a meh guy. "what do you want, a cookie?" is probably in his top ten favorite expressions. things to say when he doesn't care about something. and. listen. he cares about you, he does, but he's not really the type to pretend. he'll let you talk about your collection, though. as long as you're happy with him, you won't seek out Idia and become completely intolerable (his words, not mine!)

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Azul is having flashbacks to all the junk that Jade and Floyd hoard. but, hey: at least your collection isn't of broken toasters or wild mushrooms. he can respect the pride you take in your hobbies, and the care you... wait, how much does all this cost?

...yeah. okay, he understands. definitely not toasters or mushrooms. your room is practically a museum

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[Jamil voice] "once you're done playing with your toys will you come help me clean up the lounge"

no, he doesn't get it. you haven't said how much all of this costs because you think he might have a heart attack if he saw the numbers, and you keep your belongings tidy enough for him not to stress. so he doesn't complain

(and also because he knows they mean a great deal to you)

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[Vil voice] "once you're done playing with your toys will you clean up the lounge" lol

he's not exactly jumping for joy when you spend all your allowance on plastic merchandise and picture books. I mean, he's already had to lend you his winter coat, and there was that week you had to stay at Pomefiore because the water at Ramshackle was out... but making purchases seems to make you happy, so he begrudgingly accepts it

there are worse hobbies to have, after all. [side-eyeing Rook]

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I don't even want to write Idia's part. I'm afraid he'll materialize in my room and start fangirling over this (rip idia shroud you would have loved x readers)

but seriously, he's been recommending you his favorite mangas and animes and games. he probably buys you authentic figures that are thousands of thaumarks on a whim 'cause you kinda like the character. very sweet. very thoughtful. when should I book your wedding. etc

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you'd think that Malleus would be astonished? WRONG this guy lives with Lilia "hip with the kids" Vanrouge. who is not only a hoarder, but someone who most certainly has a shelf of manga and figures from his favorite games somewhere in the cavernous hole he calls a room. Malleus has probably gotten him one for his birthday (after the 5 hours it took for him to figure out how to buy things online). so like. it's no big deal to him. if you ever mention wanting new manga or figures or... anything... he will give you twice the amount of thaumarks necessary. he's like that

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #queued #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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lllunaverde · 25 days ago

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"Patrol has been quite well these days, hasn't it?" Alfred spoke, seeing as there were no single scratch on them, uniforms still as they were worn before they went to work.

"Boring, you mean," Jason huffs, though he wasn't to deny Alfred's baking night. Bruce cleared his throat at this, he would say that.

"Just as it has been these past few days...some muggers, bank robbers, car theft. It's rather...quiet," Damian cautiously says, all of them agreeing except Alfred and Bruce, unfazed they were by the sentiment. Used to how the natural things are in Gotham.

Dinner started and they went on with their usual night. The manor was now sleeping, well of course, except for Bruce and usually Tim, probably Cassandra as well. But Alfred was still fixing himself up to go to bed, all from after cleaning the kitchen and tending to whatever they needed. As he got out from his bathroom, freshly showered and already dressed up. The telephone on his table, rang. He picked up the phone and spoke, "Good evening, who am I speaking to?" On the table, there was a picture of his parents, another frame was Bruce and him along with his children. The last frame beside it was a picture of his friend and a little girl from his long home.

"Alfred….it's me, Y/N." The voice of someone he hasn't heard for a long time, surprised him.

"Y/N?" He questions, a bit shocked and confused.

"Yes, yes, it's me," she chuckles, although Alfred noticed that her voice sounds a bit off. "I'm really sorry to call so suddenly," she started.

"Don't be, my dear, you know you can always call me anytime. Is everything alright? How is your mother?" Alfred asks, fear starting to arise in him as he puzzles everything; late at night, she calls suddenly, her sounding distraught.

"Alfred," she breathes, deep, long and trembling breathing could be heard at the end of his line. "She...she got mugged, three men on drugs-" a gasp breaking softly from her by saying it.

Alfred has always felt the feeling of his heart dropping every time something bad happened to his people, he could never be used to it, but now it felt like it was the first time again. "They stabbed her, before she got taken to a hospital, she was already gone."

Every words heavy from how she said it and quiet. Alfred lost his composure, putting his hand on his forehead, his legs shuddering that he merely staggered to hold on the table to steady himself, disbelief all over him. Words couldn't be formed. So he stayed like that, processing the dreadful news, he struggled to. While he has always been the wisest and prepared to what to say in trying times, right now, he was lost. But he needed to be there.

"How is everything? How are you?" He asks, trying to collect his breath as he forces his weakened limbs to move, heavily sitting down on the edge of his bed.

"It happened last night, I've only called you now because I was busy too much fixing all whatever needs to be done. Her attackers have already been arrested—they left one of their pouch with drugs in it and one of their fingerprints. Her friends have helped me with everything. The funeral is in two days-"

"My dear...how are you?" Alfred asks again, not wanting to hear more of it.

She manages to laugh a little, getting his tone. "Everyone has been here…dreadful but they're here. My mother's friends and mine. I'm trying," she says, Alfred nodded, glad she was not alone. There were a lot unsaid words that needed to be said but both thought it was best left for later .

"I'll be there, my dear, I'll be there," Alfred tells, assuring her. For now, that was everything to be known.

His room was filled with silent cries. Feeling his heart so heavy, as if it was eating itself.

Never mind that pain took over his night, the morning he woke up from the restless slumber he barely got, he chose to be there for the child of his friend. To not lose himself.

As he was preparing for the day to begin, with him cooking in the kitchen. His mind brought him back to the past. One which where he was young when he met his friend, a friend who'd be so dear to him, who'd be so far from him.

He needed to tell Bruce of the matter, as well something that came to him just now. He knocks on the door of Bruce's bedroom and entered himself to find him already awake.

"Good morning, Master Bruce. I'm glad you're already awake. I need to discuss something with you," He tells, closing the door and handing the coffee he made to Bruce.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why Alfred looked too serious on a fine morning. He thought if he did anything that could put him into trouble. Before he could speak as he sat on his chair, Alfred did while walking to the windows.

"I received a call last night, Y/N, the daughter of my friend, Amelia. Her mother.'' He sets straight and not beat around even while still grasping the reality. "Amelia....she passed away two days ago. She got mugged and stabbed," Alfred trailed. There was anger in him as he thought of it but he didn't show it.

Bruce, shocked, he leaned forward on the chair. "How..how are you?" He asks unsurely. Bruce knew of his friend, Alfred had mentioned her a time before, but he knew little yet still know the woman is special to him.

Alfred only smiles barely, "Grieving, I suppose. I'm having trouble grasping it," Alfred replies, telling only the truth.

"And what of her daughter? How is she?"

"She has her friends and the friends of her mother with her. She is only doing good, I hope. The funeral is in two days, I need-"

"We'll go with you, all of us." Bruce cuts him off before he could finish. Alfred nodded, solemnly smiling. He hasn't stepped away from the window, still looking outside.

"What is it, Alfred? Tell me, is there anything I could help with?" Bruce asks, sensing there were more for Alfred that he wants to say.

"It's been so long since Amelia and I have seen each other," Alfred says, he chuckles, turning to Bruce. "I have never actually told you about her, haven't I?"

Bruce met his tone, agreeing, "No, I remember you only telling me that she's your friend, you met when you were both young, that was it."

Bruce can still remember the fondness in Alfred's face when he was speaking of her, even for only a short moment.

"It was a year, the time we had together before I left England….Such a short time it was but we had the most good times. It was difficult to say goodbye but we did." He sighs, his fingers gnawing at the end of his gloves, swallowing deeply, "…Years after, we drifted apart, just like that. I still thought of her but I was young, I didn't think much of bonds and connections back then. When I came back there, I wanted to find her, that I did, she had her child then, Y/N. We reconnected, I suppose, as if nothing has changed. When I left it was years after that I came back there again, that was a year now. But time to time, we still talked" Alfred says his story, the fondness that once Bruce saw back then, now on his face again.

"I loved her like a sister," he says softly, Bruce smiled at him, happy that he spoke of someone special to him. Alfred looks at his watch, knowing some of the kids will be up from their beds. "If you follow me, I still have something to talk to you of," he said, walking out of Bruce's room and headed to the kitchen, Bruce follows.

"I'll ask boldly, Master Bruce. I haven't been in contact with Y/N for a while but now that her mother is gone, I know she'll be living alone, it has always been Amelia and her living together," Alfred begins as they walk together.

Bruce nodded, getting where the conversation gonna go. "You want her to stay here for a while?" Bruce asks but it was more of a conclusion rather than a question.

"Precisely. It has been quite some time since we've seen each other and she has said before she always wanted to visit me, so-"

"Alfred, it's okay. She can stay here, you both need each other. She'll stay here for as long as you both need." Bruce assures, and they arrived in the kitchen. Bruce thought it was the least he could do for him, after all he knew of the pain of losing someone.

"Thank you," Alfred says as he begins to do what he needed to do for breakfast. "I have yet to talk to her about it but I hope very much so she'll agree...I do miss her." He confessed.

"I'm sure she does, too." Bruce patted his shoulder as he sat down on a chair.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but you two seemed to have a serious conversation, so I might have heard things more than I should have." Appearing out of nowhere was Damian, looking already cleaned up. He was always one of the few to wake up early.

Bruce rolled his eyes at his son, knowing he did mean to listen to them. "I'm sure you didn't mean to, young master," Sarcasm and tease in Alfred's voice as he starts to prepare Damian's food.

Damian tried to hide that he was caught, he tried. "So, who is this person that's going to stay here?" Damian asked bluntly, Alfred only smiled at his curiosity, he heard Bruce sighed before speaking up.

"And good morning to you too, Damian. We'll all talk about it later after breakfast." That was all Bruce told him and continued to eat, ignoring the frown of his youngest beside him. Both the parental figures were glad Jason stayed for the night as he usually doesn't.

It was normal, them bickering back and forth, few yellings, but despite Alfred's usual ritual, they have noticed he was quiet, all except Bruce, of course, sensed there were something wrong. With Damian's mood sour than usual, they all confirmed that there is something going on.

Damian who had enough of his curiosity eating him and with everyone done, spoke up.

"Now that we're done eating, can you tell us now?" Damian demands as he crossed his arms over him. All their conversations was broken up by this and turned to Damian.

"Tell us what?" Tim asks his younger brother, his eyes followed Damian's which was on Bruce, the others did too.

Bruce sighed again because of his youngest as he put down the newspaper he was reading. "This is no place to discuss such things but since you needily insists." He eyed Damian and turned to Alfred, looking apologetically at him.

Alfred muttered a small "nonsense" under his breath and prepared himself. "A dear friend of mine, Amelia Y/L/N, she passed away two days ago. She was mugged, unfortunately, she was stabbed too." Alfred maintained his composure but distress was heard in his voice and shown in his face. There was no need to hide this.

And so that's how their morning went, Alfred telling of what needs to be said. Damian felt guilty that he pressed the subject earlier. Seeing their beloved butler, more so their grandfather in a sad state, more gentle than he is, they felt little. When Bruce spoke of the possibility of Y/N staying in the manor for a while, they were hesitant of the idea, they stood quiet for a moment, Alfred then opened up more about it to which of them understanding the situation. Then it was agreed they were to fly to London together.

The night took over again. When they got home from the patrol, Damian ran straight to the kitchen, he found Alfred and jumped to him. Hugging him so suddenly that the plates in Alfred's hand almost fell, confused he was but hugged the boy back. Everyone then followed, Dick was the second, squeezing both of them to Alfred laughing. With all the kids hugging Alfred, Jason was the last as for Bruce, he was by the door, watching them so adoringly.

"We're here, Al," Jason speaks, each still in their hold. They all muttered, whispered, nodded to the same thing. Alfred swells at their gesture and comfort.

Dinner was more lively than usual.

In Alfred's room, he dialed Y/N's number, his telephone rang and she answered, "Y/N?"

"Al? I was just about to call you," she says, chuckling a little.

He laughs as well, "How are you anyway, my dear?"

"Still the same, trying. You?" She asks back

Alfred sighs, sitting down on his bed. "I...I still find it difficult to believe." Ever since Y/N called, the tragedy hasn't left Alfred's mind, it was not as he refused to believe it, he just couldn't take a hold of it.

"A lot of us are. Just one moment, I was cooking with her, then the next thing I knew, I was at the hospital bathroom…a mess....I think it'll always be hard to believe."

Barely nodding to himself, "I suppose it will be."

It was quiet then after as Y/N hesitates to speak again but she did. "I've been thinking, can I stay there in Gotham for a while? It's been a bit long since we've seen each other and I just want to be able to spend some time with you, and I've always wanted to visit Gotham." She finishes, her voice sounding hesitant.

Alfred laughs, confusing Y/N, "Oh, my dear, we keep thinking the same thing. That is why I actually called, to talk to you about this. I wish for you to stay here, in the Wayne manor. I do want to spend time with you, too," he tells.

"What-uhm, what? In the Wayne manor, but that's where you live and work?....I could just stay in an apartment or hotel, I don't want to be a bother to you and the Wayne family." She rambles. Sure, she always wanted to go to the infamous house of Wayne's, ever since she found out Alfred was living there, but the actual thought of possibility, intimidated her.

"You wouldn't be a bother, dear, we've talked about it and they agreed. And I would not allow you to stay in an apartment or hotel, it's not usually safe here in Gotham especially if you're new, they wouldn't either. You'd be welcome here."

She thought about it for a moment. Being in the same roof with a lot of people she didn't know made her uneasy, but then again, this family, Alfred has been living with them for a long time. She knew the Wayne family was bound to Alfred as well. If Alfred insists her, then what was the reason for her to deny? It would be rather great for the both of them to be with each other for a while. She needed it and wanted it as well.

"Okay...okay, I will but only if you promise it's really okay and it wouldn't be a problem or what," Y/N worriedly says, sounding serious.

Alfred couldn't help but smile again at her fret. Their night ended with them talking of the details of her staying and what they dreaded, the funeral.

๋࣭ ࿐࿔ 𝐁𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

Two days later, they found themselves in Bruce's jet plane heading to London. Everyone of them dressed in black. Alfred was holding a bouquet of red roses, ever so gentle with it.

Few more hours then, they arrived at the cemetery. Thankful they were as they notice they were not late but a little early. As they walk almost where it was held, a woman in a black dress came into view, walking to them. Alfred recognizes them and immediately smiled.

"Alfred," Y/N beams when they were near enough and hugged him. "I thought I saw someone familiar and here you are." Y/N tells as she stays in their hug. "Oh, Alfred, how long has it been?" She whispers but enough to be heard.

"Too long, my dear, too long," he replies, now looking at each other. The exchange was watched deeply by the family, without even trying, Alfred's fondness came to their front, of how he talked about her then, it was there.

They let go of each other and Y/N turns to the family, feeling little to their gazes.

"These are for Amelia." Alfred hands the bouquet to her and Y/N held it.

"She'll love this, thank you."

They heard a cough and it came from Dick, who encouraged Damian to step out as he was now holding each of their roses they got for her. Y/N smiled down at the boy, waiting for him to speak.

"These are for you, from us," Damian speaks but looking down on the ground as he held out the flowers.

"My lovely, they're beautiful," she gently traces his face with her fingers—yet cautiously, not wanting to make the child uncomfortable. Damian looked up to see her smiling, his face flushed and looked down again, making the others chuckle to themselves.

Before she could say thank you again, Bruce speaks up, "These are for you, too." He offers, smiling a little.

Y/N, taken back, laughs as her hands were now full with their flowers. If they thought her smile couldn't be bigger, they were wrong. "Thank you...for these beautiful flowers, for being with Alfred here today...for being here, thank you." She nods to them, trying her best to look at each of them. They wonder, for someone who just lost their mother, how could she have the strength to smile like she does.

They took their place as the ceremony started. Alfred was beside Y/N, their hands held from the beginning as to its end. Dealing with loss is a roller-coaster when you're surrounded, you have to put up with pretenses even though it's genuine and then the next you'll never feel so empty, staring at the coffin as they lay it down deeper until it was not to be seen. She stand motionless, just there, not hearing anything, where she didn't feel Alfred's hold anymore. So painless it was so painful.

Alfred didn't miss a beat of her state, he felt for her, differently the same pain they were having. Even in front of it all, he still couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe he was there now, above the grass, the coffin going down, the tombstone, the priest, everything, he couldn't believe it. His heart was still eating itself.

Grief comes in his door again. Unprepared.

Laughter. Laughter could be heard as they enter a house. They felt uneasy, seeing how bright the house was with curtains and windows open, vases with flowers in every corner, a soft melody of piano playing in the background, and one which confused them more; there were more than enough people smiling and laughing together.

They knew of death, and none of them had a good thought of it, no one does and should anyway. But this, this was not death they were familiar with and it hit them like a truck. The air was bright. It was not what they had expected to be.

Y/N can be seen walking back and forth to her visitors, offering foods and drinks, talking to them, and smiling with them.

She sees them enter and walk over. "Hello....please, make yourselves at home," she stops, putting a hand on the sideof her face. "I'm sorry, was that a weird thing to say? I dont-" as she laughs at herself, not knowing what to say further.

"Don't be, it's fine," Bruce uttered.

Y/N breathes, collecting herself, "We have foods and drinks in the kitchen, if you're hungry, please help yourselves."

Dick, Cassandra, Tim, and Duke didn't need to be told twice and head straight to the kitchen. Wanting to be distracted and away. Y/N chuckles as she sees them. She notices Jason, as someone who were the tallest among them after Bruce, with a white streak on his hair, she remembers his name from what Alfred has told her before, Jason— had been quiet or visibly uncomfortable ever since they have arrived at the cemetery. But who can blame him, Y/N thinks.

"Lovely children you have, Mr. Wayne." She says, walking with Alfred, following Bruce, Damian and Jason. Alfred smiles at her statement, couldn't help but felt proud of himself and for Bruce.

"Just call me Bruce, and yes, they are. Handful often but they are." Bruce replies, Damian was heard grumbling by his father's remark and this made Y/N giggle.

"Don't you want to eat with them?" She asks him, matching his pace so she could be beside him.

"I'm a vegetarian." Damian says firmly.

"Oh, that wouldn't be a problem. We made foods that you can eat, do you want to come with me?" Y/N offers her hand to him, Damian looks at it, hesitating, and remembering he needed, or rather wanted to be on his best behavior for Alfred, and with Y/N being as she is, Damian couldn't decline.

They were quite taken back as she held Damian's hand, when they entered the kitchen, the others were too. She took a minute to getting Damian's food and gave it to him. He mumbled a small thank you, taking a seat besides his siblings and started to eat.

"You have a lovely home," Duke speaks up over the silence that was starting to be heard. Despite not knowing them, she felt their sincerity.

"Thank you," she smiles, but then realizes she needed to get back to her guests. "If you'll excuse me." She nods, before walking out the kitchen.

After going here and there to her guests, she notices a tall figure out on the porch. She goes outside, wanting to check up on them. As she stands beside the person, she saw it was one of Bruce's son, the man with the white streak.

"Hi, I don't mean to bother but are you alright?" She asks unsurely, glancing at him. Jason was leaning his arms down on the banister, tightening and unclenching his grip on it, staring ahead but much aware of her presence.

Jason breathed out from his mouth, uneasy. "I...I'm not too fond of funerals." He mutters. Jason didn't have a particularly good thought of death and everything that comes with it. Too many haunting memories that continues to prey him. It scared him, feeling as if he was on the edge of being back where he was haunted.

After their discussion two days ago, Jason was tense. Bruce knew of this and had a talk with him. Alfred did as well, ever so they were concerned for their boy but to which again dismissed by Jason, telling them that he wants to be there and that he can handle it. Which he did handle, but it started to overwhelm him since he stepped foot in the house for the funeral reception.

The atmosphere of the place, it was as if they welcomed death so gracefully, if they knew of it even. He thought to himself if the people were faking it, putting up a front, but it was too real that he was starting to believe it. It couldn't be true. And Y/N, he saw how her face lit up when she saw Alfred, how tender she was at the time, how she emitted light at such time they were now. If they didn't know anything, no one could guess that she had lost her mother. He didn't understand it and it bothered him.

"No one is anyways," she laughs softly, and there it was again, Jason notices as he looked at her. Had he no heart, he would have blatantly asked her if she was faking it but he didn't have the guts to. Cruel it would be, he thinks.

Silence fell between them, hesitating to speak or ask what was on their mind. Y/N erased her lingering thoughts and turned again to the man.

"Wouldn't you like to eat? My cakes are not as good as Alfred's cookies but rest assured it can live up to its taste." She offers, catching the gleam in his eyes when she mentioned the famous cookies of Alfred as she smiles, Jason found himself doing the same thing, he didn't realize the tense in his body he was holding wore off as he follows her to the kitchen.

Few hours later on the reception ended. Although, there were only a few guests, her mother's friends, a few of hers and the neighbors, it seemed and felt like it was a lot. Y/N was more than grateful.

She sees Alfred in the empty kitchen, standing mindlessly in the middle of it. She enters with a quiet knock on the door. "It bleeds of her, doesn't it?"

Alfred breathes, closing his eyes after reeling the place in. "It does," he whispers, with now eyes opened, he sees a vision, a memory of Amelia, him, a little Y/N there in the kitchen, baking, they were laughing. Him and Amelia as if they were dancing while working together.

"It's good to see you, Al." She says walking to hug him, "I missed you," she mumbles against his shoulder.

"As have I, darling," he breathes, feeling his tears for the first time today, his heart tugging its nerves. Though her heart pounds heavy against his, breath ragged, she hold onto him more firmer, trying to fight her tears.

"As have I." They hold onto each other longer the time can give them.

Much to her demise, when she started to clean and fix up things, Mrs. Ford, her neighbor, the closest friend of her mother, stopped her before she could do anything. Alfred had told her they were gonna be picked up for at least half an hour, so she got her things from her bedroom. To her surprise, Jason was already in the middle of the stairs, waiting to get her things to help her, flustered as she thanked him. The exchange didn't go unnoticed by the family and smiled to themselves.

Her people knew she was gonna go away for a while, and they all supported the idea. So now here they were, Mrs. Ford, promising her to take care of their home and to take her time, others ushering the same notion to her.

Although Alfred was beside her throughout the time, her doubts still lingers in her of her staying with the Wayne family as they were now driving to the airport. Things were happening fast. She had thought about it thoroughly even after she agreed, at least in some way, her mind was distracted somewhere else. She was more than inclined to thought about other things. But now that it was happening, now that the car pulled up in front of a jet, had her heart thumping.

Alfred sensing this, puts his hand on top of hers, bringing her back. "My dear, I know you already have agreed, but are you sure you want to do this?" Alfred tried not to curse at himself for not seeing it before, how careless it might have been of him to persuade her to go, too focused to comfort her at the time that he forgot to consider most of her peace.

And Y/N realizes this and felt bad as he was. She shakes her head and squeezed his hand, "No… no, it's fine. I'm fine—I want to.. just a bit worried."

Alfred sighs as his doubts goes away, smiling, "I assure you, again, you'd be welcome there, and I'll always be with you." He promises and Y/N nodded. They head into the jet, sitting in front of each other once they're all settled. It was quiet once again, it wasn't uneasiness nor dreadful but just silent.

A book in her hand, just looking at it from time to time, with a picture of her mother between the pages. She looked up from her book as she realizes the youngest of them, had just sat beside Alfred, sneaking a glance at her.

She smiles, putting the book in her lap. "Hello, I've never got to ask your name earlier." She says softly, which made Damian looked at her. She did know his name, and everyone's, but she just wanted to do so, and thought maybe that could warm up the child to her.

"It's Damian," he mutters.

"Beautiful name," Y/N compliments, Damian felt the heat on his cheeks and sinks in his seat. Dick, Cassandra, and Duke, who were across them, was watching them with amusement, specifically their little brother that keeps being flustered. As well as Jason and Tim in front of them, still having a view to look at them, as for Bruce, who at the back of Alfred, listens to them intently.

Y/N nodded for Damian to go on as she hints he wants to say something. Damian blows out a breath, nodding to himself and speaks. "I want to ask you some questions and I...can you answer honestly?"

Y/N raises her eyebrows, not expecting that but smiles at the child none the less. She mouths an okay and waits for him to speak. The others were too, anticipated, or scared even.

"I have noticed your eyes, from the looks of it, you haven't been crying. I find it very odd, and why is that?" Damian went straight for it, taking everyone by surprise. Alfred threw her an apologetic glance and Y/N dismisses it with shaking her hand a little.

She leans back on her seat, now looking down at the book on her lap. "It does seem like that, doesn't it?" she laughs and thinks for a moment, if she should say her truth, especially to a child, especially to a family she had never been with before. But she supposed she should be honest as the question was evident in everyone, she was much observant just as the child.

"….I have been. When I arrived at the hospital, I was immediately met with the news of her not making it, I cried just as I received of it, and every night since then, I have been. But I made sure it couldn't be tell that I was, I didn't want anyone to worry," she says, feeling the dryness of her eyes. "But I think that made some of them worry more by doing so," chuckling, remembering a few of her friend's worried faces. "And my mother...she had always disliked it when I cried, so I try my best not to." Y/N finishes, with her pursed lips smiling a little. Thankful that with time, she had learn to have control over her body, emotions, to prevent her from crying at such subjects. Had she not, she would have been sobbing by now. Anyone would have been.

Damian took a few seconds, taking in what she said. From the moment he saw her, her eyes was the first thing he noticed, clean and not a mess. It did make sense she would appear appropriately, but no evidence of her misery was shown, that is what everyone got thinking.

"At the funeral reception...everyone seemed to be fine. Isn't funerals normally unbearable and dreadful?" Damian warily says, speaking out loud of what everybody had been questioning again.

"Clever boy," she grinned at him, he glared at his siblings across him for hearing them laugh quietly.

It was no surprise that even a kid asked this; an elephant in the room, so she expected that question was going to be asked, one way or another.

"I have never been to a funeral before, only now. Nor, ever experienced loss…But you're right, I suppose, it's usually unbearable and dreadful. Understandably so.'' She agreed. Odd the situation was for the others, even at the back of her mind, she finds it so as well. But she was thankful that the reception was how it was.

She quietly breathes deeply, "But my mother…she was kind. Happy, she radiated sunshine." She looks out the window, closing her eyes for a second. "Every Saturday, she and her friends would go out or just have tea together. On Sunday, with her friends too, we'd go to church and eat together after." Y/N smiled to herself, memories playing in.

"… Her death was so sudden and tragic. I'm angry still, I think I'll always be." She pauses, trying to maintain her composure. Her fingers finding the picture of her mother in her book, tracing it gently.

Anger and grief, no one can understand it better than everyone who was with her right now.

"But I, all her people, know she was happy with her life, fulfilled. We know she wouldn't want us to be miserable. She left us beautiful memories, I suppose we didn't want to taint that, we wanted to hold on to it. All of her people are hurting, we'll always be, but back there, everything was genuine, hurting but happy still." Y/N declares, turning her gaze to Alfred, both of them reach for each other's hand.

"Because of her love and our love for her. And she had a brother who always knew she was loved truly by him." She said, tightly holding his hand, as if she knew he needed assurance, she did and he did.

And just like that, they understood it. Although, her and her perspective, not entirely. Had their parents been killed with being as they are at the present, if they had the same loving bond as the mother and daughter did, it would have been rampage of blood spilled, blind red. Vengeance. Nevertheless of their promise to never cross a line they couldn't go back from, something that would have to give.

Damian stared at her, utterly baffled despite he kept his eyes nonchalant. She smiles at him, "We all grieve differently, love. Death hits us never the same." She speaks, hoping to make sense. He nodded, flustered again. He threw his siblings a threatening glance as he stood up and sat beside again his father.

"How you've grown, my dear." Alfred expressed, his other hand now cupping her face, she leans to his hand, now she can feel her tears threatening her.

"Do not make me cry," she hisses quietly, laughing at herself for doing so as tears fell on her cheeks. She catches herself a few seconds after. Though she was well aware it had not only Alfred and Damian whom she spoke to, but the entire family too, it hits her, and felt shy over again. Leaning back to her seat, with fingers fumbling.

And from her peripheral vision, she was aware too of the stare of the one with the white streak. Y/N finally looks at him, no change in his face as she did, but when she smiled, his expression softened and found himself smiling once again because of her.

Maybe it was because he heard how gentle her voice was when she first spoke to Damian, her sincere gaze when thanking them for being there. Maybe it was because he observed how she was at the cemetery, he knew of the state, numb, lifeless but then when he entered their home, he saw how she easy was with people, when he heard her giggle, or very much odd enough--how she made Damian little and adorable under her gaze. How at the front, she made it seem so easy.

Surely, Jason was curious.

The manor was as she expected to be, grand. It stood its glory. It looked like it had seen hundreds of storms but it mirrored novel. If she was already astonished by only the front of it, she knew to prepared herself by what lies inside.

"Do you want to have dinner with us or shall I just bring it to your room?" Alfred asks Y/N as he walks beside her in the manor, following Bruce. All except the three walked behind everyone who parted ways.

She didn't need to think about her choice. The family was back in their home, but she felt there was a missing piece to it. They were silent, evident that they were cautious. And she knew it was because of her. But who could blame them anyway.

Though the family was well familiar of the situation as they had been in it quite enough concerning times, this was different...

So she didn't want to be a burden more on, or at least that was what she felt. She shook her head but smiled, "I...I think I just want to rest now." She looks at Alfred with pleading eyes, hoping he could see her thoughts and he did.

"Very well, let's get you to your room." He nodded as he lead her on the long, wide hallway. At the end of it, was an elevator, Alfred walked to it with her things. Before she followed him, she turned to Bruce.

Trying not to be interested anywhere but his eyes, she spoke, "Thank you...I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here, I hope I don't become unbearable to you guys here, but thank you." She tightly grips the bag she was holding, feeling little.

It took him back to the times when his children walked in the manor for the first time, so different from each but still the very same they were; hesitant, doubtful, scared, shy—young.

He lays a hand on her shoulder, softly, meeting her gaze. The same way as he did then, gentle, wanting to emit safety which always delivered. "You won't be. You're more than welcome here. Take your time, Alfred will always be here for you and us if you need anything." Bruce assures her, he had no doubt she and Alfred already had the conversation but he was glad he got to speak about to her of it.

Unable to held his gaze anymore, she stared down, and nodded, uttering a last and small thank you and head to the elevator. Bruce smiled to himself and head to his own place.

It had been a long day for all of them. As Y/N's night comes to an end, theirs was just the beginning. In their element, Gotham in its own—dark, but bright with city lights, dangers that always spilled in nights. They had never forget why they do what they do, but today reminded them of it again, each of them with lingering thoughts of what happened today as they do their job. With minds sharper than it always is, some punches were pulled, some went to hell with it. They were not gonna go back home not unless they made sure tonight that no one was gonna end up like Alfred or Y/N.

๋࣭ ࿐࿔ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭

Quietly groaning, she tossed in the bed she was in. Eyes flickering, she sees the ceiling, this was not her room and she remembers—she was in the Wayne manor. Sitting up, she felt her body was sore, throat was dry and as her eyes. Dry from all the crying she done last night, but that was it, she just cried, cried until she fell asleep. Y/N went in the bathroom with the intention of erasing any evidence that she did. She splashed, rubbed, drown her eyes with water, looking in the mirror from time to time, to check if her eyes was still swollen. From her tries, it did work, though it looked red now from all that. That could go away in a few minutes when she fixes herself.

She went back to her room, going to her luggage to get some new clothes and take a bath. Looking at the grandfather clock, it was only 4:13 a.m. She had more than enough time to sober herself before the day starts. She took her time under the shower, hoping to wash away any pain that can show later on.

She dressed up in a floral black flowy skirt, a white shirt, tucked underneath, and a white ballerina shoes. Although, it was only morning, she didn't want to appear not so clean on her first day in the manor, in the family of the most influential man in the city. And that's where her nerves started to kick in again as she walks down the long hallway. Paintings on the wall, passing by a sculptures , then again and again as she reached the middle of it, where the staircase was.

On the wall, was a huge portrait of the family, including Alfred. She smiles as she stares at it, all of them had a smile painted on their faces, their stances still but relaxed. It didn't look like it was long before as she notices their features was still the same to now. It looked new and they looked happy.

Her eyes found the man with the white hair streak, Jason. A few little scars and marks healed on his face, visible still. He stood tall second from Bruce, large build almost equally to their father as well, a smile on his face. She remembers that smile of his from yesterday.

"Beautiful." She muttered to herself.

"Up early, are we?"

"Jesus!" Y/N screams quietly, hands to her chest, breathing rapidly, and turned to Alfred who was in the end of the stairs.

Alfred laughed as he walked up to her, "Good morning, my dear. Terribly sorry to frighten you, I forgot how much jumpy you were." He says, standing beside her.

She huffed a laugh, he was right, she was always jumpy, and easy to be scared. Being in a huge manor with wide, endless ways didn't help her nerves today either. "Good morning, Al. You look posh as always." She compliments as she took in his attire. How he always wear that kind of clothes while doing his work with no problem is a never ending wonder to her.

"Thank you and I should say the same to you." Alfred compliments, she just nodded and turn back again to the frame.

"Quite the family you're taking care of, huh," Y/N remarks.

Alfred smiles, looking at the frame as well, "Although, yes, I mostly take care of them, we take care of each other too." Y/N smiled at his answer, glad that he seemed happy.

"You must never be bored here then?" She questioned. She can only imagine the chaos of these people living under the same roof together.

If Alfred wasn't reserved as much as he is, he would've yelled a loud "HA!"

"Oh, believe me," he says lowly that made Y/N turn her gaze to him. Eyes widening and just nodded.

"So...I was thinking...because I didn't attend dinner last night and I feel so terrible now—though, I doubt it's a bother to them. I want to make it up, just so I could be at ease. I thought of cooking of breakfast for them...or is it stupid? Do you think it's stupid?" Y/N rambles with her hands. After declining dinner last night, just as she was in her room for the whole night, she felt guilty the entire time. But she couldn't bring herself to face them either, she was too shy.

Alfred gets a hold of her hand and spoke, "Y/N, it's not stupid. And it wasn't a bother to them, they asked of you last night, I just told them you needed to rest. You can cook, I'll only allow you because I know you won't burn down the kitchen. Come now, my dear. Don't want you getting lost already."

She wanted to ask more of what they asked last night, but she thought best that she shouldn't, so she just followed him. They arrived in the kitchen after a minute of walking. "Damn." Y/N whistles as she roams her eyes in the place. There were a wide window where it shows the field of the hill, the sun starting to rise, making the kitchen look more beautiful with its morning light. Brown rustic cabinets, all around the kitchen, a cabinet table with marble top, and the counter was marbles as well. A fridge that she figures that can hold a stock of foods that can last for longer than three months, but then again, with the amount of people in the house...

What she could describe the manor was, despite being only in two rooms for now—huge and grand. She was sure everything in the place was. "You could cook everything in here," She says, though not yet seeing all what the kitchen can offer, she guesses they had everything in there.

"I believe so, yes. Now what do you have in mind?"

In their own pace and silence, they worked. Chopping, pouring, mixing, here and there. Making sure everything was prepared and cooked perfectly.

"Well, I must say...It's been a bit of time since I prepared this big breakfast, I do have missed it." Alfred states, in the middle of their cooking.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows, confused. "You don't always do this?" She asked.

"Breakfast like this, rarely I do. As sometimes, the young masters, except Master Damian, often does not sleep here, busy with their own agendas and all that." He answered and Y/N hummed in understanding. That was the truth though. Just not all of it, of course.

As Jason walks almost close to the kitchen, he stopped as he heard voices and things moving.

"Alfred, come on," he recognizes the voice of Y/N. He leaned on his back on the wall and listened closely.

"No. You won't not attend breakfast with them." Alfred firmly said. Jason was confused by this. Last night at dinner, he didn't expect that she was not gonna show up and honestly, he was surprised that he was expecting in the first place. Nonetheless, his siblings wasn't the only one who had concerned looks when Alfred told them. Although, he did understand why she wasn't, he couldn't help but wonder what might be the reason this time.

"You can't do this to me," she whined and got no reply. "Alfred, I'm...urgh..too shy and I'll probably just annoy them or what." She groans.

"I most certainly can, my dear. And you were the one who proposed and did cook for them, it's only right if you join them as well. You are gonna be here for a while, so I suggest you begin to stop your worrying." Alfred demanded. A smile crept up to Jason. It was always fun to hear Alfred scolding someone.

"Fine...I'm so stupid being so worried over this."

"Y/N." Jason had to purse his lips to prevent himself from laughing.

He decided then to show up his face with walking in but making sure it didn't seem that he was eavesdropping before he was caught. Casually, which he hopes it does look like it, he walks to the fridge. Both of them were still working, all the smell that he was aware of earlier got stronger and all the food that was done and still cooking, smelled all great.

"Good morning, Master Jason." Alfred greets as he sees the man, he was much aware that the boy, at least in his eyes, that he was listening to them. The kids of the home had a few similarities, they tend to eavesdrop enough concerning times, but he suppose it was normal to them now.

"Good morning," Y/N says a bit quietly but she looked at him, smiling. Shyness, is what Jason noticed quickly from her. It was different from what she was yesterday, but then again, he just heard what she said to Alfred.

"Morning," he nods to them as he fills his glass with water. "Alfred's cooking already spoil us, if you help him more, we'll be spoiled to rotten." Jason remarks and finished his drink. Few freshly baked breads, vegetables, and all the fillings to be paired with it. Scones and different flavors of jams. Even a few different pastries that they managed to create with their given time. Eggs, hotdogs, and bacons. He eyes the food and her, a grin starting to form on his face.

"Well, I hope so then," Y/N replied, meeting his tone and same grin. Jason, although his hair is a bit still disheveled, his white shirt and pajama as well—he looked good. And the sunlight behind him did a great deal too, along with his morning voice that couldn't be ignored. At least, that's what she thinks anyway.

Alfred had turned his back to them after he greeted Jason, though that, his eyebrows now raised because of the two. He just smiled to himself. "No doubt you children already are." He spoke, busy with the dishes.

That they knew too well.

"You rarely prepare a breakfast like this, Alfred. What is the reason for?" Damian appears, scaring Y/N a little as she flinched when he appeared out of nowhere. It didn't go unnoticed by the brothers as Damian turns to her. "I apologize for scaring you, it was not-"

"No, no, it's okay..." she laughs, shaking her hand. "I'm very frightful, very, I can tell you." A hand to her chest, cursing at herself for being the way she is right now.

Damian nodded, both of the sibling took note of this, the distress on her face was quite indelible.

"Y/N wanted to prepare something for you, so she did." Alfred tells simply, now done with the few dishes.

Damian and Jason looked at Y/N and she looks down, keeping herself occupied with cutting fruits. Flustered, she tried, "And Alfred did tell me you're all here, so..."

"You will eat with us, won't you?" Damian asks her, this makes her falter and looked at the child. Y/N breaks into a smile again. "I will," she nods.

Hesitations left Y/N from Damian's question, clear that he wanted her to. And she didn't have the heart to deny what the child was implying.

"Master Damian, if you come with me to wake the rest of them up. We wouldn't want to let these food go cold now. And Master Jason, help Y/N to prepare the food on the table while we're at it." Alfred announced and it wasn't much of a suggestion but rather the two knew of that tone, where they couldn't say no for an answer, so they followed.

Now left alone was Y/N and Jason. Quietness laid as she was still not done with her doings, he leaned back on the counter, eyes on her. He thought if he should ask her of she was doing, he almost laughed at himself for thinking such a thing, that was not his best suit, let alone to a someone he just met yesterday. Points for wanting to try, he thinks.

"I suppose you get use to him calling you guys like that, huh?" Y/N starts.

Jason huffed, "Suppose we do, still odd at times but I guess that's that." Y/N laughs a little, she supposed that was normal for Alfred.

Now done with everything, she started to carry a tray to which Jason followed with carrying a tray as well. "Damian is a beautiful boy," Y/N says, as they walk towards the dining room.

"A brat, really," he said before he could think to and Y/N laughed again.

Only a day has passed since he met her and yet she already made an impression of her being full. The sound of her was starting to become familiar to him.

"But he is." He agreed, though he would not say that directly to Damian.

They reached the dining room, Jason went ahead her to open the door for them, showing no struggle of holding the tray with his one hand as he made way.

Plates clanging together, they arranged the table quietly, few glances couldn't help to be stolen from them. With another glance, her eyebrows furrowed as she sees the side of his left forearm with a long strip of tape like bandage on it. She didn't see that earlier.

Without hesitation, "Is your arm alright?"

Now they look at each other. Jason looked down on it and grazed his forearm with his fingers, recalling the events that happened last night.

It shouldn't have happened. He should have been fast enough, better. In his mind, that is. Whether his mind was focused or clouded, that he was not sure of, all he know was he was angry and confused at the time.

Five thugs surrounded him, armed, builds and stances bold enough to seem they were skilled. This was not on their list for their patrol, but a report came through, stating that a small but known jewelry store was being robbed. And everyone was busy finishing their task at hand and Jason was just done with his, so he did the only rational thing; he ran to it without asking or saying anything. All he heard in his ears was the hesitations and warnings from his people.

A knife cutting through his suit, slicing his forearm was how he ended up in the batcave with blood dripping from him. The cut was not so deep but enough to make it hurt and create another scar yet. To ran straight to the enemy without any resolves was not usually in him, but he was sure at the back of his head, was the face of Alfred and her.

"She was mugged, unfortunately, she was stabbed, too."

"All of her people are hurting, we'll always be."

Those words ringing in him as his body did the work.

She starts to walk towards out of the room, the tray in her hand. And he follows her, seeing as he was done with his part. He breathed out a chuckle, "It's fine, I was fixing my bike and ended up grazing myself," he said no more than that. He heard a small 'oh' besides him as they walked together, but her worried eyes stayed.

"Happens more than a lot, I tend to hurt myself when doing things." As if reassuring her, or it was a good excuse for the soon injuries and anything that was to come inevitably. But he smiled nonetheless, appreciating her concern. He sees the sincerity of her eyes again.

"Alfred did say you guys were quite handful. I suppose that's one of the perks." She chuckled a little as they stepped in the kitchen again

He meets her tone, how could he not? "One of the many." He grinned and she just shakes her head, laughing. This time he found himself emitting the same sound, though subtle, it was there, and it was genuine. He felt it.

She gathers the plates and utensils in the tray, Jason follows suit with the pitchers and glasses, and there they were again headed to the dining room. Y/N couldn't help but smile at the moment, it was comfortable. The feeling was starting to crept up to Jason as well. Mundane and easiness.

The same few minutes repeated laced with silence but the sounds of porcelains. Footsteps and voices can now be heard get nearer too.

"One day, the affect of caffeine can no longer affect you, Master Tim, with the way you abuse it, that's what I'd call it and it would be a terrible day to us all." Alfred appears in the room, venom in his voice lingers. With a sleepy Tim following behind him and Damian. Stephanie who just arrived and the rest behind the three.

"Only for him, one could hope." Damian says and Tim grumbled as they sat beside each other.

Y/N laid down the empty tray at the end of the table, seeing as they were now all there. She stood there, a hand holding her other wrist on her back. "Hi, there. Good morning." Dick greets, walking to her and pulled out a seat for her besides him. She smiled at his gesture, "Good morning," she greets back and sat down.

"Quite a breakfast, Alfred." Bruce says as he eyes the food and took his seat at the end of the table. The others started digging in, seeing the food wanting to be devoured with how appetizing it appeared.

"Indeed, it was Y/N's doing." Alfred says once again. She though it to be inevitable but still she got flustered from their gaze again.

"Uhm...I felt bad that I didn't join you last night, so I wanted to make up for it by this. I hope it's to your liking." She managed to say the last part despite seeing them already enjoying her cooking, she huffed out a smile, in her mind at least.

Bruce smiles, "Well, I'm glad you've joined us today and I'm sure all of this will be to our liking." He gestures towards them who were mainly Tim, Duke, Stephanie, Dick and Jason already gobbling their food down.

Y/N nodded, laughing a little and started to fill up her plate. "So, we haven't been formally introduced yet. I'm Richard Grayson, but I go by Dick." Dick speaks up, the enthusiastic tone of his, shows. Though Tim and Jason snickered, hearing this, she pursed her lips to prevent a laugh. Much aware of his siblings teasing, he didn't spare them a glance but only smiled at Y/N's reaction.

"HI! I'm Stephanie Brown!" Stephanie said rather loudly before Y/N could speak with a wave of her hand. Y/N gave the wave back with a spoon in her hand, smiling.

"Duke Thomas." He raised a hand and smiled at her.

"I'm Cassandra Cain." A calm voice spoke, poking her head out besides Dick and smiled lightly at her.

"Timothy Drake." Tim said, sitting beside Stephanie.

"Jason Todd." Jason nods at her and she returned the gesture, not missing the certain feeling in her as they looked at each other again.

"And Bruce and Damian Wayne." Bruce cuts off his youngest before he could speak. Damian rolled his eyes and scoffed. "She knows who you are, Father. Everyone does, it's ridiculous."

"Oh? I didn't know it was wrong to be polite to a guest." Bruce remarks at his son, the others just rolled their eyes or shook their heads, the usual banter of them.

Y/N laid a hand on her chest for a short second, feeling a fluttering in her heart from all the commotion. She took a deep breath from her mouth and smiled to herself.

All the while they were introducing themselves, Bruce watched the scene unfold as he ate, with the same feeling of Y/N. He was more than glad to see her visibly at ease with them, despite being fresh out from her mother's passing. And his own too, he knows his children felt uneasiness of the situation but despite that, he could see that they were trying.

"These tarts are great. Are you a pro or something?" Dick asks her as he took, from what he gathers his thrice piece now.

Y/N giggled, eyes widening, "No, far from it actually. I'm still learning to be better at it." She replied, shaking her head.

"What are you talking about? These scones are so great and these fillings!" Stephanie groaned, she shakes her hand with the one holding a scone.

"You must be on the field of cooking." Duke speaks up, impressed he was as well.

"No, actually but I did take cooking and baking classes back then. My mother was also a great baker, so I tried my best to learn from her. And I have learned a few things from Alfred too." Y/N answered, quite abashed at their assumptions but nonetheless basked the joy of it. Seeing them enjoy her food helped her to be at ease and calmed her worrying nerves.

"You humble yourself so." Damian remarks with nothing of offense in it but the observation of his.

"I dare say you could equally level to Alfred." Bruce says.

"Oh wow," a hand ghosted her lips, laughing a little and looked at Alfred beside her. "And rightfully so, Master Bruce." Alfred declares, patting the hand of Y/N on the table.

Alfred had the same sentiment as Bruce. Still expectedly, remain worried of her. But for now, he set those aside and let himself be present there.

In the middle of their growing conversations, Dick speaks up. "Any plans you wanna do here?"

"I'm not sure yet, actually. Explore, I suppose, if there's much to do so such as that, that is." She answered, filling her cup with tea. Truthfully, all she had in her mind was to spend time with Alfred and focused on her works, but of course, she didn't want to be a let down. And as the minute passed by she was starting to grow fonder of them.

"Oh! If you want, we could accompany you to the art galleries here, or amusement parks, or museums." Stephanie perks up, her tone not changing and Cassandra nodded to that with small smile.

"There's a beautiful botanical garden here as well and an opera house, if you're into that." Tim said after.

"It might not be that too different from London, but I guess it can count new since we can go with you?" Duke says unsurely. Y/N smiles, her head tilting at him as she feels flattered from his words, the fervor from the rest as well.

"I would love that...thank you," Her mind changed once again.

"So..." Stephanie drummed her fingers on the table, smiling cheekily and leaned in. She looked like an excited child, it made all of them looked at her. "Any significant other?"

Y/N laughed immediately, shocked by the sudden question, as so Dick, Tim, and Duke. "None at all. I'm too busy with my works and was occupied with my people back there as well. So, no." She said

"Well, isn't that a loss for a lot of people." Stephanie grinned and made Y/N laughed more that she covered her mouth, eyebrows raised at her.

"It's what they say, one's loss is a gain for another one." Dick retorted as he winked at her. Y/N now covered her face and shake from her laughing. Another undeniable antic of Grayson brushed it off with laughs. In the middle of her laughing fit, she removed her hands from her face and raised her eyes and found Jason's. His gaze already on her, amusement in his eyes and a smile starting to show. She stopped herself from laughing and bit her lip, a giggled managing to escape her mouth still.

Bruce opened the newspaper that Alfred handed to him earlier and breakfast still went on. All aware of it, their morning basked in sweets and savory, smiles and laughter, just like from what they witnessed yesterday. What pain in them, remains, but the comfort was above of it all, trying its best to keep afloat. They tried their best.

"Thank you for that great breakfast, Y/N. You should know we'll be looking for it more." Bruce says to her as he stood up from his seat. Y/N laughed, remembering what Jason said to her earlier.

"And I'm looking forward to do it again too." Y/N replied reassuringly, as she helps Alfred in gathering the dinnerware in the trays while the others did theirs too.

"I'm afraid I'm already needed in my work, I should get ready." Bruce announced as he stared down at his phone, all the while he was walking out. "Take care!" He yelled out the hallway. And Y/N figured that to be normal of him.

"He's a busy man, huh." Y/N says to no one. A few sounds came out from them.

"Too busy for his own good actually." Dick retorts, all of them knowing Bruce had to meet with the League rather than to his usual business.

"The lot of you are, don't say so differently now, Master Richard." Alfred cuts off Dick as he passed by the said man with a sharp look in his eyes before walking out the room.

"And once again, Alfred is right." Dick nodded, knowing better than to disagree with the old man. His siblings uttered a bunch of agreements with him. Y/N took note that she was sure an exchange like this was always to happen.

"That he always is." Y/N agreed with him as she hold a tray, following Alfred short after. She arrived in the kitchen, with Alfred starting to wash some dishes again already. She stands besides him, placing the dinnerware on the side to be washed.

"Bruce wasn't kidding when he said we'll look for more of your cooking." Dick says as he walked in the kitchen with Jason behind him and Y/N walks toward the counter, to help him store the remaining untouched foods.

"And I was definitely serious when I said I look forward to it." Y/N replied, a thought occurred to her and chuckled. "Besides Alfred, is there anyone who could cook here? Because he said earlier, he allowed me to cook only because I won't burn down the kitchen."

Dick made a loud "HA!" and threw his head back. Jason only shook his head, "Besides him, it's me. Steph is not so bad, Bruce, surprisingly isn't too, though he can only do so little. I'm better than them, that's that." Jason nodded, a smug look on his face as he eyed his older brother and Dick just scoffed at him.

"I can vouch for what Master Jason said." Alfred speaks up and it made Y/N huffed out a laugh.

"But I'm sure I can say that yours is better than mine." Jason chimed before he could stop himself, he wouldn't have said something like that so easily but the taste of her cooking could not be humbled.

Y/N smiled widely, though her gaze was not on him, rather down as she places the untouched pastries on containers.

Jason caught her smile anyway, he couldn't deny to feel glad that she did.

"I'm happy to hear you say that, but please, you guys are putting me on a pedestal. I'm sure there's things I can learn from you." Y/N says so, shaking her head. A thought of them being in the kitchen learning from each other. A tug on her heart at this.

"When you all join together to cook, now that would be a feast." As if Dick read her mind.

"And I'm certain we'd have that someday." Alfred spoke. The thought of it was rather hopeful to them.

Before silence could have been placed. "Well, me and Jason have some place to be. So, we'll be leaving you two now. And thank you again, Y/N for your breakfast, you too, Al." Dick puts a hand on Jason's shoulder, no doubt that his brother will get the hint.

"Yeah, we should." Jason muttered, looking down. "Oh, take care then." Y/N bids as they walked out of the kitchen—again, surprised he was of himself. He knew what Dick meant, Y/N needed some time alone and with Alfred as well.

As they walk in the hallway, with a fixed plan for their hours of detective works. Jason tried to cut off the feeling of disappointment starting to crept in.

Bruce admits, at least to himself that he agreed to Alfred almost immediately. But that didn't mean a few things didn't cross his mind that time. He agreed because he wanted to help Alfred. Even when they are there for him, he was positive it would be better if Y/N is with him and the same goes for her.

"I agreed to let her stay here for a while." If it weren't for Alfred, they'd be already yelling at him. He was sure of that.

"Have you considered the dangers of it?" Dick asked.

"I have." Bruce answered shortly and looked at Alfred.

Alfred took a breath from his mouth before speaking, "Amelia... Amelia is a sister to me, her daughter Y/N, I consider a family as well. She's dear to me as much as you are to me. It's been long since I last saw her, she asked me if she could visit me here since she always wanted to. And now with what happened to her, to me.... She proposed to just stay at a hotel or an apartment but I don't want that for her... " Alfred tells tirelessly as he rubbed his forehead. Sighing, "I know I ask too much from you but I hope you could understand, I understand this is frustrating, no one alone but I can comprehend that, no one can blame you.... Y/N, she might be old enough to be on her own but right now, I don't want her to be, no one needs to be.... We are both grieving, I think it'd be best if we are together. But if you surely disagree with all this, then this discussion is done."

Loss is a feeling they all share and carry to this day. Heaviness, frustration, longing, they all know too familiar. It was all that could be heard and seen from Alfred.

"Before you think about it... She will stay far away from our whole bearings, and that's that." Bruce spoke, hoping that was enough.

"Just like that?" Jason asked bluntly, his gaze on the floor, he couldn't make his head look up. He couldn't bear to feel Alfred's demise, he felt for him, so much. But exasperation gnawed in him. Haunting possibilities violently colored his mind.

"I can't promise that she'll be safe from the risks here in Gotham, but I share that responsibility with Alfred in trying our best to make sure she'll be unharmed." Bruce declared, fleeting hope to fulfill those words.

"And what if she finds out?"

"I will take her back home." Alfred said clearly.

Jason closed his eyes as he looked up at the sky, erasing his thoughts from two days ago. He stepped down from his bike and walked towards his oldest brother.

"You know this is given... But I hope she doesn't find out, she's really nice, wouldn't want her to be sent back to London that fast." Dick says. While Jason wouldn't say he was just thinking about the same thing, he wouldn't deny it either.

"You're saying that as if "when" she finds out and not "if". It hasn't been even a day." Jason retorted, eyeing his brother.

But...

"Come on, Jaybird. I know you're thinking it, hell! we all are. She's gonna be staying in a place where where vigilantes live in and out for a while, one way or another she's gonna know."

Jason remained quiet until they reached a ragged door and he busted it down immediately with a strong kick.

He never hoped so much for his brother to be wrong.

"And I may or may have not seen your lingering gaze on her," Dick laughed as he took out two men without effort.

Grayson, of course, he'd be the one to say something like that. Grunting when he stopped a punch from hitting him, "Then you should get your fucking eyes checked."

He was wrong, he should have hoped more for his brother to be wrong.

"Well, surely my eyes are fine because her smile to you can't be mistaken." Dick said, all the men in the room but them laid unconscious.

Despite not putting an ounce of effort just earlier, he started to feel his heart fluttering. Maybe it was just from his brother's teasing, he supposed that was it.

"Fuck off." Jason threw, starting to investigate the place. Dick smirked as he did their routine. He knows he's getting somewhere if he was pissing off his younger brother.

"Ok but at least enlighten me-"

"I already have been." Jason chuckled dryly.

Dick rolled his eyes, releasing a 'tsk'. "Tell me, what do you like about her-

"And why would I?" Jason knew that Dick knows what he meant.

"Because you know I will just bother you with this, even if it takes a whole day." That was his big brother he knew too well.

Jason scoffed and clicked his tongue. While Dick smiled, enjoying the sight of Jason clearly struggling. That was his family, successful in tactics and whatever they're skilled at, but always struggled with the kind of situation like now that he started.

Dick was not gonna let him live this down, he knows much of that. But he can write a list of the things he's had much worse. He figures to tell the truth, or at least, just admit it to himself.

"Her smile and her laugh." His mouth betrayed him.

"My god," Dick laughed with hands on his knees, crouching a little as he stared at his brother with disbelief. "And as you said, it hasn't been even a day."

Once again, he was wrong. Nothing could be worse from his brother's teasing. He didn't want to give an answer that needed an explanation, so he picked something far more simple and truthfully did like. But what he said, clearly, he realizes this; was much more. So much more.

"I should have gone with B," Jason muttered, walking out the room.

Dick threw his head back as he laughed. He did went somewhere with him if it lead to his younger brother wishing he chose their father. He followed Jason to another room, "But I'm serious,"

"I understood you the first time."

"Yeah, then let's hope she finds out not too early." For once at this time, he agreed willingly with his brother.

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More Than Friends// Choi Seungcheol

Bestfriend!Choi Seungcheolxafab!Black!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: You've been best friends for years. You can't imagine life without him. You don't know when the lines blurred, but you start to wonder are you the only one who feels this way?

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warning: Spit play, Praising, Fingering, Oral Use of nicknames (good girl, princess, baby girl)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞

A/N: Helloooo! Enjoy, like, and repost whatever you feel is right!- Cherry 🍒

I've been friends with Seungcheol for a while. He's been there for me when I needed him the most after the conversation at his apartment. The guy just finished practicing and wanted to eat and have drinks. Cheol called me and asked if I wanted to join them. I said yes of course. We were all sitting there listening to the stories of how Hoshi is intimidating while practicing for this comeback. I got up to get some food until Cheol stopped me and made me sit back down and made me a plate of food.

"You guys operate like a couple," Jeonghan said sipping his beer. Everyone hummed agreeance. Seungkwan looked at me.

"Your friendship dynamic changed. All we are saying is something changed."

"What if you guys are soul mates!" Soonyoung said. I laughed

"What is it with you and the soulmates theory Soonyoung?"

"I mean everyone has one, platonic or romantic. What if you and Seungcheol Hyung are romantic soulmates"

"Ignore him he's drunk," Mingyu said

"Am not!" Soonyoung said pouting then turning to Wonwoo to kiss him. Wonwoo just patted him on the head.

No one said anything else, I knew they were right. I just don't know what happened to make the lines blurred. Was it before or after I found out my ex-boyfriend was cheating on me? That was six months ago:

Me and my boyfriend were supposed to meet up for a date until he canceled on me. He said he had a bad day at work so I decided to go to his house and cook him some food. That was until I got to his apartment only to find him in bed with a co-worker. Heartbroken and unable to see through the tears. I called Cheol who immediately came to get me. Of course, my ex-boyfriend follows me out of the building at the exact time Cheol is pulling up and getting out of the car.

"Oh of course you call him! You can't get mad at me for cheating when something is going on between you too!" He shouted out. Cheol helped me get into the car and then turned around to face the pathetic excuse of a man. I don't know exactly what was said, but seeing Cheol angry was not something you see all the time, but when he is. It's scary. After watching my ex-boyfriend's face change Cheol walked away and got into the car without saying a word and drove off. Playing with my bracelet trying to calm down, Cheol grabbed my hand and glanced over.

"Are you okay, Princess?" He said softly. I shrugged. He pulled into an empty parking lot when tears began running down my face unbuckling his seat beat then leaned his seat back

"Cheol what are you doing?" I questioned he just ignored me, picking me up and over the center console and onto his lap allowing me to cry in his shirt, which was white.

"Your shirt has makeup all on it," I said, sniffing.

"I don't care, you need someone to cry on, and I'm here. If you care so much I'll take it off" He said I hit his shoulder making him laugh. One of his hands was placed on my back and the other was running through my hair. When I was done crying I got back into the passenger side, laughing at the stain on his shirt.

"I'm sorry, about your shirts Cheollie" He looked down seeing the light stain on his shirt. He just laughed along with me.

"Let's get some food and you can stay at mine tonight," He said I nodded.

"Sounds good"

Was that when everything changed? Or was it always like that and I just just just noticed now? Cheol's always been affectionate. His love language is gift-giving and physical touch. He does it with everyone. Was it when your boyfriend forgot your birthday and didn't show up to your dinner but Cheol made sure that you knew he remembered? Especially when he pulled out the jewelry box

"Happy Birthday Y/n" The open box in front of me showed a pinky ring. It was white gold and wrapped in white and pink diamonds.

"S-seungcheol..." I whispered he just smiled at me gently taking the ring out of the box and sitting next to me tilting the ring a little so I could see the engraving on the inside 'To my princess, my best friend Y/N' and grabbing my hand to the ring on my pinky

"Y/N-ah, You are one of my best friends. You have seen me at my best and my worst. When you heard of my injury you dropped everything just to be by my side. You ensured I wasn't lonely when everyone went on Nana's tour and I thank you for that. I can never repay you for everything you did for me, but I hope this is a start."

I was playing with the ring on my pinky. Seungcheol comes back with food. I was placing it on the table in front of us. He handed me some chopsticks.

"I thought we could share if that's okay" He whispered as I nodded, smiling a little. He sat down next to me. Still, all in my head, he nudges my arm with his shoulder

“You okay?” He asked me, I just looked at him. When did I start looking at him differently, why haven’t I recognized my feelings for him?

“Y/n?” I snapped out of my thoughts. I was leaning forward to take a bite of the tteokbokki.

“Mmm, good,” I said, covering my mouth and chewing. Glaring at Jeonghan and Shua who were laughing.

I ate in silence. I was listening to how excited they were about their comeback.

“You should do the challenge!”I froze about to eat the pork belly then laughed and shook my head.

“No way I seen the footwork and there’s no way I can do that” I watched the video of the choreography and the break dance at the end of the song is insane.

“You can do the bridge,” Seungcheol said they all nodded agreeing with what he said. I would deny it until he looked at me, pleading with his eyes.

“Okay, teach it to me?” I said looking at him, his eyes softened and he nodded. I smiled taking a sip of water. One by one everyone started to leave. First Soonyoung and Seungkwan. Shua next, Jihoon soon after. Vernon, Seokmin, and Minghao, and Junhu. Mingyu and Wonwoo left after they finished their last beer. Jeonghan and Chan were left. Jeonghan looked at Chan who was in his own world at this point and got up Helping the younger and the drunker one up.

“I’m gonna make sure he gets to his bed,” Jeonghan said leaving me alone with Cheol. We sat in comfortable silence for a moment until he looked at me.

“You staying the night?” He asked I thought about it for a second then nodded.

“Can I borrow a shirt?’ I said getting up and walking to his room. Knowing he’ll say yes. I went into his closet and grabbed a shirt, then went to take a shower. After I took a shower, I dried off and put on the shirt. I left the bathroom and found him sitting in the living room. As often as I spent the night in Cheol's apartment, you think I would have extra clothes over here. The only clothes I have are actual day clothes, and undergarments not pajamas, simply because I like wearing his shirts they are big and comfortable.

“Movie?” I asked

“You pick?” He said.

“I was gonna tell you to pick” I grabbed the remote, turning the TV on. We both sat down after we cleaned up scrolling through Netflix trying to decide on a movie.

“Hmmm, do we have to watch a movie?” I asked not finding anything interesting enough to watch and taking the remote from my hands and clicking on the TV Show category.

“Have you started watching Bridgerton?” He asked glancing over at me.

“Have you?” I said laughing

“You know that the only reason I’d watch this is with you,” He said pressing select and starting the first episode of season 3. We sat in silence, Cheol grabbed my legs and rested them on his lap. Running his hand up and my calf I felt my heart flutter as his finger traced circles on my skin. Eyes focused on the screen. I couldn’t focus on the show anymore, my mind drifted as I felt the warmth of his hands. I felt myself getting turned on as I watched his eyes move up and down my body. I knew I had to stop this, but I couldn't move away. Episode one is finished now on episode two Halfway through the episode you looked at Cheol.

‘Tell him..’ a voice inside my head whispered

“Cheol?” I said making him over at me.

“Hmm?” He said still rubbing my leg.

I can do this! I CAN do this right?

It was the end of the episode and Colin and Pen kissed. I glanced over at Seungcheol who was looking at me.

“What’s wrong, you’ve been quiet ever since I bought the food out.” He asked I shook my head the words stuck in my throat. I can do this. I guess.

“Cheol, I-” I took a deep breath pulling my legs off of him and moving closer to him. He looked concerned. I was playing with the ring on my pinky again.

“Princess? What’s going on?” He said grabbing my hands. I looked at him biting my lip. Closing my eyes.

“Seungcheol, we’ve been best friends a long time, right? I can’t imagine my life without you in it if I’m being honest, Cheollie. I don’t know why it took me so long even to realize this but. I-” Stopping to look him in the eyes.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long. You’re everything I could ever ask for. Caring, protective motivational, and understanding, you take charge when needed and become the one person in my life I know will be there. These last few months being able to be here and be a support system for you watching you work to be back on stage with your members have been inspiring and made in love with you even more. ”

He just stared at me. No words came out. I could decipher what he was thinking. I slowly moved my hands from his and got up.

“I should go. I’ll see you later?” Moving from him grabbing my phone off the table. His hand quickly grabbed my wrist. Getting looking down at me.

“Were you going to leave? Without me saying what I have to say. Just gonna run out and pretend those pretty words didn’t come out of that pretty little mouth of yours.” His thumb ran over my lower lip. I sucked in a breath.

“Princess... I have always been in love with you. Every time I tried to tell you, you were in a relationship or I was dating someone or having a fling, it has always been you baby. The first time you came to watch our concert and just seeing you in the crowd with that smile of yours singing along to all of our songs, you made sure to come to every concert just to show your support not only for me but for my members as well. Every show, every stage when I look at the carats cheering for us, I’m looking for you, you are the one to calm my nerves. You have not only helped me go through one of the toughest times in my life. Babygirl I fell and I fell hard for you ” He stepped closer to me hand on my cheek. I could feel my heart racing as I looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, my, heart full of joy and hope. We pulled away, our eyes still locked. He smiled and kissed me again, this time more deeply. I melted into his arms. He sat down pulling me into his lap. Cheol kissed me again, this time passionately. I was lost in the moment, my heart racing as I felt his hands exploring my body. His hands on my hips moving them. Letting me grind against him. He bit down on my lip I let out a moan of pleasure as his tongue slid into my mouth. We fought for dominance, which he won, of course, We pulled away panting. His shirt was over my waist his fingers digging into my skin. His lips met mine again, this time with more intensity. His tongue made its way into my mouth, exploring every crevice. I felt my body temperature rise as my heart raced.

“Cheol” I whimpered against his lips as he raised his hips to meet mine. He groaned his hand sliding down my thigh I felt myself getting wetter as my desire for him grew more intense. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. I arched my back to meet his advances, my heart racing as I felt my body trembling with pleasure. His fingers brushed against my clit, collecting my wetness with his fingers then start to rub my clit. His other hand moved higher, caressing my breasts as his lips continued to explore my neck. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I let out a moan of pleasure as my body quivered. His lips returned to my mouth, his touch sending my mind into overdrive. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax,

“Good girl princess. Tell me what you need” He whispered against my lips.

“I-I want your fingers, please” I whimpered body trembling with anticipation. He slowly inserted two fingers into me, his thumb rubbing my clit as his fingers thrusted in and out of me and I began writhing in pleasure. I felt my body tense up as I started to come undone.

“I’m cumming!” I said.

“That’s a good girl, use my fingers to cum” His lips returned to mine, and I let out a final moan of pleasure as my body shuddered in ecstasy. When I finally calmed down I tugged on the string of his sweatpants untying it. He quickly removed his fingers from my pussy and allowed me to take his pants off. He stood there naked, his erection jutting out proudly. ‘Wow, he’s big.’ I thought to myself as I looked up at him with admiration. I reached out and wrapped my small hand around his shaft, feeling it throb in my hand. I slowly began to stroke him, feeling him harden even more.

“Shit, Y/n, make it wet baby. Spit on it, ” He said taking his shirt off and tossing it across the room. Taking my hand and spitting on it wrapping it around him again.

“Good fucking girl,” He said panting. I smiled softly watching his face twitch in pleasure. Finally taking him in my mouth slowly watching his mouth drop slightly.

“Fuuuuuuuck, baby girl,” He said once I took some of him in my mouth. My hand wrapped around the rest. He looked down at me, biting his lip. Learning what sends shivers up and down his spine. I pulled up to suck on the head of his cock. I started to move my head and hand up and down his cock occasionally deep throating him.

“Oh, my fuck- so good at that” His raspy voice whispered his hand in my hair. My eyes never left his.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful like this.” He said, then pulled me away from him. Bending down picked me up and placed me on the couch with him on his knees. Without a warning, his mouth attached to my clit.

“Oh shit, Cheol!” I cried out my hands in his hair. His fingers slid into me again. Riding his fingers as his mouth worked on my clit had me arching me arching my back. He pulled away still fucking me with his fingers.

“You don’t know how long I wanted this, princess. To taste you and feel you around me. Now that I know what you taste and feel like…I’m never letting you go” He said curling his fingers and hitting my G-spot over and over again.

“Fuck, right there!” I moaned, and he smiled teasingly and said

“Right here, princess? ” I nodded biting my lip, which made him spank my clit lightly

“F-uck!” I screamed tightening around his fingers

“Oh- no baby you gonna cum? You need to ask sweetie, let me hear you beg” he said smirking and spanking my clit again.

“Please, let me cum so you can fuck me Cheollie” My hips meet his fingers in every thrust. His lips wrapped around my clit again making me gasp and whimper. I couldn’t help myself, the aura he gave, the control he had. The word slipped out

“Daddy! Please can I cum?” He smirked again before pushing his fingers deeper inside me and sucking and nibbling at my clit, making me moan louder. I felt my orgasm building, my body trembling with pleasure, and when it finally released, I screamed out in pleasure, my body shaking and trembling with pleasure. I gasped in pleasure, my orgasm finally arriving. He didn't stop, continuing his ministrations until I was spent. Only then did he remove his fingers and lips from me, leaving me in a blissful state.

“Daddy huh?” He said standing up and taking my legs in his hands wrapping them around his waist. Sliding his cock through my lips.

“Mmmh, please don’t tease me.” He leaned down kissing me. Biting at my lower lip pulling away

“Beg me to fuck you baby”

“Please daddy, fuck me,” I pleaded. His lips curved into a smirk, pushing inside me., back arched gasping out as he bottomed out He slowly began to thrust in and out, his grip tightening on my hips with each thrust. I moaned in pleasure, my body trembling with pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me, his breath hot against my lips.

“You, feel so good. Like you were made for me” he groaned out kissing and biting my neck. I moaned out at the pain and pleasure he was giving me. He leaned up took my leg in his hand put it on his shoulder kissing it softly. The angle change made my mouth drop open,

“Right there daddy, please” I moaned

“Please what babygirll? Use your words” he said his other hand pinching at my nipple. I couldn’t think straight. My brain can’t even form the thought of what I was asking for.

“Princess, be a good girl and use your words,” He said hand traveling up my chest onto my neck.

“F-faster please” I cried out. His pace increased, and my moans became louder with each thrust. He leaned down and whispered, his voice low and raspy.

“Such a good girl, taking all of me. Asking so nicely. I always wondered how much of a good girl you’d be.” I tightened around him making him groan out.

“Fuck,” Him hitting my g-spot the way he looked like he could spend forever in this position. Turned me on even more. Making me clench around him.

“You keep doing that I’m gonna cum” He said I smiled and did it again. He groaned his thrusts stuttering. His hold on me tightened, he reached down and rubbed my clit I gasped as I felt him release inside me. Which triggered my orgasm.

“Daddy!” I screamed out he continued to fuck me through it. He collapsed on top of me, our breathing still heavy. Once he caught his breath he pulled out. I whimpered at the loss of his warmth. I felt him get up he took me in his arms carrying me to his room and then the bathroom and sat me on the toilet.

“Use the bathroom princess,” He said grabbing a washcloth and wetting it. I used the bathroom grabbed some toilet paper, wiped myself, and stood up. Seungcheol quietly wiped me with the washcloth and cleaned himself off picking me up again and leaving the bathroom. Walking towards his bed laying down with me on top of him.

“You’re mine now baby girl, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon”

#seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #kpop smut #scoups smut #seventeen #seventeen scoups #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen fluff #s.coups x reader #x reader #black!reader

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crowsofdarkness · 3 months ago

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Camboy!Bill Skarsgard: You send a picture to Bill while he's on stream-Part Seven

-pics not mine.-

Pairings: CamBoy!Bill Skarsgard x Viewer!Reader

Summary: Bill isn't ashamed of the work he does, showcasing his body online for anyone willing to pay. His number one rule was never to make a connection with anyone who either sent him messages or paid for private one-on-one video sessions. That was until you decided to request a certain private session.

Content Warnings: 18+ smut which includes Bill having an only fans page, masturbation, phone sex, virtual sex, and language.

Authors Note: this is a limited mini-series, just a bunch of blurbs that take place in this universe. i'm not sure exactly how long this will be. tags will be open for this if anyone is interested!

Tags: @loushaw131460 @hatterripper31 @felicity-lemons-thoughts @malenoradgn @unlimitedlust @voidofsunlight @muchwita @amidthechaos

CamBoy!Bill masterlist.

Blowing out a shaky breath, I ruffled out my hair a few times while mentally giving myself a pep talk in the mirror. My bright red lipstick almost shined under the light of my bathroom and I gave myself a final look over to make sure my outfit was perfect, well more like lack thereof an outfit. Quickly glancing at the time, I noted that Bill still had about ten minutes left of his live stream on Only Fans which meant I needed to start my plan right now.

I skipped from my bathroom over towards my bedroom, the air bringing a chill to my bare body and once I sat on the edge of my bed, I put on my brand new pair of black heels with red bottoms.

A gift from Bill.

We’ve been officially dating for the last month and it's been so perfect even though it was a long distance and all of our dates were virtual. I didn’t mind, as long as I got to see his face every day, it made my stomach flutter. We talked about finally meeting in person soon but with our work schedules never lining up, we couldn’t find a day.

Bill offered to stop his Only Fans content when we started dating but I assured him I was comfortable with it, just no more collabs to which he made a comment that still to this day makes my cheeks flush.

“You’re the only one I’ll make videos with, angel.”

The nickname he gave me always brought a smile to my face, even now. I quickly brushed off his comment when he said it because there was no way his fans would want to watch him and me in a video together.

Earlier today, I told him I would be late for our nightly nine in the evening facetime calls because I was going out with some coworkers which was a lie because I wanted to surprise him with my plan.

With his live stream up on my computer, I let the noise of his moans play in the background while I laid on the bed, propping my phone up across from me. It was incredibly hard not to watch him in the shower, the soap and water running down his abs and hard muscles, his hand wrapped in a vice grip around his cock, but I needed to pay attention to what I was doing.

The only thing I wore were my heels and a cheeky pair of black lace panties. I wasn’t ready for him to see me completely naked so instead, I laid on my stomach while making sure my round ass was in view along with the heels and snapped a bunch of pictures.

From the noises coming from my computer, I knew Bill was about to cum all in his hands so I only had a few seconds to finish this plan. I had about two good pictures to choose from so once I hit send with the text something to help you finish ;), I hastily sat on my computer chair just in time for Bill’s phone to go off. But he was so far gone in bliss that he didn’t notice so I sent another picture then another text until he finally let out a mutter of curses, giving all of the viewers an apology. For some reason, he thought it was a great idea to prop his phone up in the shower to record his content so I wasn’t sure how it didn’t get water damage. I didn’t dwell on it for long because he picked it up and the camera showed his flustered face for a few beats before his eyes bled with darkness.

“You little tease,” he groaned.

The chat was going crazy, wondering what Bill was looking at and who the tease was.

Giggling, I typed out another text to him.

Me: Don’t you stop. I want to see your pretty cock cry for me.

Over the month of dating, Bill has helped me break out of the shy spell surrounding me and it was easier for me to talk dirty to him through text rather than on the phone.

“Angel,” he mouthed, looking directly into the camera.

We also kept our relationship quiet, not wanting his fans to find out. It was stressful when they found me at first a few months ago so I knew I couldn’t handle it if they all found out Bill and I were dating.

Water dripped from his hair and mustache as he set the phone back up on the shelf in his shower, then sat back on the small bench. He had a large shower, enough space for his tall frame. Bill ran a hand over his face to brush away the droplets of water before grasping his cock again.

“You want to see my cock cry for you, huh?”

His voice took an edge to it, one that sent shockwaves straight down to my cunt but I refrained from touching myself. I wouldn’t. Not until our nightly facetime call.

The chat continued to freak out, most of them begging him and saying yes please. Internally I cringed when I read a comment that said oh yes daddy. I thought I’d feel an ounce of jealousy with Bill doing this kind of work now that we were dating but I didn’t. Call it maturity and growing in myself but I found it thrilling that anytime he was filming content, it was because of me. I sent him countless pictures and videos.

“I can’t wait until I can cum on that pretty face of yours, angel. Stuff my fingers down your mouth so you can choke on it. Down on your knees, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes.”

I squeezed my thighs together as I adjusted myself on my computer chair, leaning closer towards the monitor so I could see up close the way his ab muscles constricted. Bill leaned his head against the shower wall, jaw falling slack, and his hand gripped the head of his cock to swirl a finger around the opening to use his precum as lube before gripping the base of it to pump it three times. With a groan so sinful it made me blush, I nearly drooled as I watched his pretty cock cry for me.

“Oh, Bill,” I moaned, arching off the bed.

The sound of my vibrator echoed in the vastness of my bedroom as I laid spread eagle on my bed, still wearing the heels but now I was completely naked, although due to how my phone was angled, it was only showing my feet and cunt.

“I can’t wait till I can taste your cunt and feel it clench around my cock,” Bill’s voice broke through the thickness of the air.

I nodded, too far gone in bliss to speak, and pressed the black rose harder against my clit, my orgasm so close it was nearly teetering on the edge. I could taste the release on my touch and it tasted delightful.

“Cum with me, angel. I’m so close,” Bill said, the speed of his hand undoubtedly going faster than before.

After his live stream ended, he immediately called me and ordered me to point my phone at my pussy so he could watch me cum.

Which I did.

With a shout, I writhed against the bed when my orgasm washed through me in a tidal wave so powerful I was sure I would succumb to the darkness after I came down from the high.

I let out a very content sigh and set my rose vibrator on the nightstand next to my bed with the intent to wash it before bed. I kicked off the heels then covered myself with the blanket not wanting Bill to see all of me quite yet and reached for my phone intime to see he had brought his phone to the bathroom so he could wash his hands.

“Two orgasms within ten minutes, aren't you lucky,” I teased, easing into my pillow while holding onto my phone.

Bill chuckled, drying his hands. “I have you, of course I’m lucky.”

We talked well into the night and when it was just after two in the morning, I fell asleep to Bill singing a sweet song to me in Swedish. I dreamed of when we would finally meet and somehow in the dream, I knew that it was up to me to make sure it came true.

#bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard blurbs #bill skarsgard fics #bill skarsgard x you #bill skarsgard au #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard reader insert #camboy!bill skarsgard

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cocogum · 5 months ago

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The Great Wave - Chapter 18 Review

‼️SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER‼️

This might just be Volume 2's longest chapter of them all.

I love how Luis's magic works here. Joris is bringing Amalia and Yugo into an abyss but Luis just magically summons stairs out of nowhere for them.

I love the ingenuity behind it ✨️

But I feel like the creativity only begins here.

Because my god I knew Luis was a big house but I didn't think that he would be able to hide A FREAKING ZAAP PORTAL!!

So you're basically saying that Luis is a storage room and needed an extension? Got it, pookie bear 💕💕

Bro wastes no time to say anything and just jumps into the portal. I thought he was just gonna fetch something for them at first 😭😭

Damn I knew that Yugo's eyebags were obvious before, but we can clearly see it from this angle and the next. Dude, that poison really screwed you up, and you're STILL living from the side effects right after drinking the remedy...Based.

UH- EXCUSE ME I DIDN'T CATCH THAT WHAT!?

BRO'S CALLING HER HIS QUEEN OMG THIS IS REAL, HE'S SO SMITTEN BY HER PLEASE ‼️‼️‼️😭😭😭😭💖💖😭💖😭💖😭💖💖😭💖😭💖😭😭💖😭💖😭💖😭💖 MY HEART ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

SKAKDKSLSLSOXJJCJDIDKDKL

LOOK AT THEM HOLDING HANDS!!!

If I had a nickel for every time these two held hands before jumping into a portal, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

Also, can we please just address the fact that Yugo's hood in this angle looks a lot like one of his female eliotrope children by the name of Desperia, who appears in Oropo's special episode? She has an eagle (or just bird) theme about herself, and the top of her head looks a lot like how Yugo's cloak looks in that shot.

I know it's not the same at all, but this angle and panel really makes Yugo look like he's wearing something along the lines of what she'd wear.

And I like to think that this was an added detail for that very specific reason. Desperia is a part of who Yugo is, so of course they'd both share some kind of style lol

Anyways, as soon as they follow Joris through the zaap portal, they were met with this....

Wtf is this....

How is it so big????? How much was Luis not capable of storing??? Cuz I almost thought I was looking at a town because of how illuminating it looked. It's so nice and cute but seriously where are they???

Is this like an archive in the underground??? Cuz it sure looks like it. But I bet we're never going to get an answer to that since the location was technically confidential. All we know, however, is that it is in fact in a place since they had to use the zaap portal. So they're somewhere in the World of Twelve either underground or in some kind of abandoned mine due to how dark it looks like since the place is using lights.

And to think that most of these books are shushus too... Who the hell managed to capture them?? JORIS???? Yeah, that seems to check out lol

First of all, can I please just say that I LOVE how despite Amalia is now the Sadida Queen, Joris still calls her by her first name? It just goes to show how much of a friend he sees in her. It's not even because he had met her when she was a kid, or else the guy would've called other young royals, like Armand, by their first names and yet we've never seen that happen. Like ever.

It's such a nice detail and I'm here for it 🩷

Second of all, Joris worked his ASS off to just try to get whatever he can find about the world and gain as much information as he can just to turn this place into some archive library. This guy is freaking 500 years old and it shows. Dear god this place looks awesome but it's still freaky as all hell when you think about how much he tried to find some of the world's lore and ancient manuscripts...The guy must've been working day in and day out like a maniac at some point while Kerubim and Atcham kept dying and coming back.

Dealing with a bag of trauma while trying to defend the world makes archiving manuscripts and scriptures a fun hobby 💀💀

IDOSLDKFKLDDIOFOSWOEPEGUYS SHUT UP THEY'RE BONDING ‼️‼️‼️‼️💖💖💖💖

Tf u mean this is "just" the library.

Just how much was Luis unable to take?

I'm in love with how these are just small precious moments about these two dumbasses who kept following Joris around 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Just Amalia shrieking her head off as Yugo tries to help her with clear worry for her because Joris's ass didn't bother cleaning up a bit ❤️❤️❤️

Even when he was a kid, he and Kerubim always sucked at cleaning.

Looks like they're gonna need another maid.

HAHAHA!!!

...haha.

....

I miss Simone.

Yugo and Amalia trying to avoid some sentient manuscripts while Joris is just chilling.

I know where this is going....

Amalia's gonna want to be last.

I KNEW IT!! I FUCKING KNEW IT!!

YUGO ISN'T EVEN SHOCKED, HE WAS JUST LIKE "Here we go again".

Like @geekgirles said: "They're married, but they're so married."

I keep forgetting how tiny Joris actually is, omg he's so small he can literally fit into any hole and doesn't have to duck or crawl in all fours 💕💕💕 PLEASE HE CLEARLY MADE THAT HOLE WITH JUST HIS SIZE IN MIND, I BET EVEN KERUBIM AND ATCHAM HAD TO CRAWL 😭😭😭

Gurl...What are you staring at.

WTF AM I LOOKING AT⁉️⁉️⁉️

DID SHE JUST GROPE HIM!???!!?? IN FRONT OF JORIS!?!?!?!?

I literally had to cover my mouth for this cuz I was seeing this shit at midnight while everyone was asleep and I didn't wanna squeal too loudly.

PLEASE, SHE JUST SQUEEZED HIS ASS CHEEKS FOR NO REASON WTF 😭😭😭

My god she's such a pervert she literally can't get her hands off of him! Even when they're in situations where there is no tension, she can literally find any reason to grab him.

But then again, what DOES make us think she groped him? hehehehe honestly she's such a girlie for that ❤️❤️❤️ like what if she played with his ass?? His reaction was so sudden, there was no way he had flinched that hard just from feeling her hand on his butt. Like...my girl might have done something else, but who am I to say lol maybe all she did was just grope him and he jumped from the sudden touch 👀👀👀. This just makes me wonder if she'd be the type to peg him tho-

Also *cough* *cough* Amalia is a major hypocrite.

If she WILLINGLY touches Yugo's ass, she gets too giddy and horny for finding an opportunity to do it. But when Yugo ACCIDENTALLY touches Amalia's ass, she gets pissed from the aUdAcItY that she had been caught off guard.

Judging by this, we can tell Amalia loves being the top and I bet that she would rather let people spread mushroom feet rumors about her than admit she could be a bottom lol

We can already notice some details and easter eggs in this panel alone.

If we look at the right, we already see a framed picture of Grougalorasalar's full dragon form.

Right next to the framed picture, there's a golden trophy of what looks to be Khan Karkass. This was probably one of his achievements that Joris managed to have gotten his hands on before it got lost to time.

On the desk, we can see another frame picture, a drawing (from the Dofus movie) which had been made by Joris when he was a kid which depicted his what his parents would have looked like before he knew about his real ones.

We see a certificate or a diploma of some sort on the lower left. Though this might have just been some sort of achievement made by either Joris or someone else entirely.

There is also a hatched egg right next to the table for some reason.

Finally, on the higher left side of the panel, we see a portrait of some woman. I'm not personally sure who she is, but from the looks of her clothes, I'm assuming she might have been a past ruler of some kind. She really strikes me as odd because I've never seen her before. If some people might have recognized her from somewhere, do tell. If not, then I hope that the next chapter reveals to us who she might have been. She really looks like the anomaly in this panel for having no explanation of familiarity around it...

But a funny small theory thatbbegan circling around is that people think she could have been Joris's lover lol

As you've already guessed, yeah. There were mixed feelings about it 😂😂

YUGO'S STILL ANNOYED FROM THE ASS GRABBING LOL

BOY YOU'RE THE ONE WEARING A SPANDEX SUIT 😭😭😭

Anyways, Joris is explaining to Yugo and Amalia the reason behind his age and his looks, and how it all linked to Grougalorasalar.

To us, it had been obvious that it was because of the black dragon, since us intellectual and artistic people have watched the Dofus movie and understood its value and the level of depth and knowledge that it poured onto us 😌😌

But if you haven't watched it then...

Go watch it.

You smartass.

But in all seriousness, hearing his explanation about his origins and his situation, is a nice summary to give to the ones who haven't watched the movie/don't want to see it/or just don't have the time (or means) to.

Joris explaining his parents' infos, meeting, love, and demise all in one day to Yugo and Amalia but not revealing their names 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

My guy, all you have to do was sprinkle Julith's name and-

Ah wait nevermind Yugo and Amalia have never been told what her name was. Grougalorasalar just called her "his guardian" in front of them. Not to mention that Joris doesn't seem to have a single picture of her in this small room.

Well this is gonna be awkward when they'll all realize they knew the same woman...

WAIT WTF AM I TALKING ABOUT!?!?

JORIS MENTIONED IN HIS LITTLE EXPLANATION THAT SHE WAS THE GUARDIAN OF THE EBEN DOFUS. If these two just connected the dots, they would both figure out that the woman he's talking about was the same one that was standing next to Grougalorasalar since he had called her his guardian.

They should be able to know that Joris has a connection to her.

So if that's the case....why are they not telling him that this chick is actually alive again??

They look sad or more empathic than anything else. Are they waiting for a good opportunity to reveal it? Or did they still not piece the clues together?? OR ARE THEY JUST NOT TELLING HIM CUZ THEY DON'T WANT TO?!!??

I better hope it's not the latter and that they are just waiting for a good time to properly reveal the news.

*cough* Oropo *cough* Brotherhood *cough* demigods *cough*

Joris takes a silent moment for himself after revealing all of this to Yugo and Amalia.

Let us all take a silent stance for him as well.

Just give him a minute.

Joris sucks it up before he then adds that Grougalorasalar is a sexy daddy with scales an annoying body roommate who keeps causing shit to everyone for shits and giggles.

I find it very helpful that Joris just mildly mentions that the primordial dragons are able to resurrect back after they die, kinda like how the six primordial eliatropes and dragons are able to do. It's subtle, yet nice to know because it confirms to the unsure fans that the primordial dragons of the World of Twelve can in fact die and come back.

#there was just so much than usual #so many references and comparisons too lol #i rly loved it 💕💕 it mixed funny and serious rly well #wakfu #ankama #krosmoz #wakfu the great wave #wakfu the great wave manga #the great wave #the great wave manga #wakfu manga #the great wave volume 2 #wakfu the great wave volume 2 #wakfu review #wakfu reviews

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sophiacloud28 · 5 months ago

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Bayverse WIP Excerpt

Bayverse stuff because I realized I posted something for all the turtles save for Mikey. I feel bad.

Excerpt, Bayverse Mikey, bonding

She's so busy.

Four days into staying with them and he's barely seen her without someone around or doing something. She's always cooking, always working with Donnie, always training with either Raph or Leo. And while the others seem to be trying to make sure they don't ruffle her feathers, he's seeing exhaustion starting to line her body more and more as they leave for patrol, and he hates it. He absolutely loathes it.

"Pizza's fine for tonight."

And that's why, when she talks about dinner, he finally decides to butt in.

He doesn’t like seeing her upset. He doesn't like the fact that she goes quiet as they work on breakfast — cooking's a blast, he should do it more often. But he can see the shadows under her eyes and it's starting to bother him.

"By the way, I'm calling dibs on your afternoon."

"But –"

"Dibs."

So, for once in his life, he's going to take a little of what he's been seeing Leo do and try to apply it.

Won't stick, but at least it gets her out of the lair and away from his brothers for a bit, even if it means he's gotta anger Leo by grabbing her and taking off on his skateboard.

"Michelangelo!"

Along with upsetting her once he puts her down, flinching under the look.

"I called dibs."

"And I was talking to your brother about it! You know Leo!"

"Yeah, well. Mr. Fearless Leader is being overprotective, if you ask me," he says, spinning his skateboard under his hand.

"Mikey."

"Not to mention passive. I mean, how has he not noticed when he already did it twice?" he ignores her objection while grabbing his board to put it slide it onto his shell, deciding to continue when she doesn’t respond, "Not because I'm not around that I don't notice you being all over the place, you know. Other than when you pass out on the couch, have you taken a break?"

"I meditate."

He scowls, "Fat lot of good that's doing you. You looked more tired coming out of that session than going in."

"How would you know?"

Good old brittle defense, "Cooking sesh aren't just because I wanna help, you know?"

Which he hates seeing cave in, but he knows it to be necessary as she takes a slight step back, hands going behind her back in guilt.

"I didn't… I'm sorry, Michelangelo."

"It's fine. Just… someone's gotta do something and my brothers ain't doing it."

"Fair," she breathes before speaking up, "So, what did you have in mind?"

"You still owe me a movie, but I guess we can do that next time. Walk? I can show you what I found."

"Unless we plan a movie night, I don't think that'll happen, Mikey."

"There's one every month. Only thing is who gets to choose the movie."

"Every month?" she asks, making him nod.

"Yeah. Once a month we take a break from patrol and stay home. Family thing. I think this month's at the end of this week, actually."

"Who's choice?"

"Mine. But I can make it yours. Did you have an idea?"

"I think I might. What do you guys like watching?"

"Leo loves period stuff, Raph's big into action movies, Donnie likes documentaries, and Dad likes Eastern movies."

"What about you?"

"As long as it can capture my attention for more than five minutes, it's a winner."

She chuckles, "Something tells me that's not as simple as it sounds."

"Just from listening to my brothers' groans? Nah."

"I think I might have something, then. As long as you guys are alright with slight gore and weird visuals."

"Weird visuals?"

"It's animated, so some of the expressions are really exaggerated. But the story's interesting."

"… I don't think we've watched anything animated."

"You up for it, then?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sounds fun."

"I'll ask April to snag it from home, then. Do you guys have a DVD player?"

He snorts, "Wait until you see the setup, pretty girl. You won't wonder about that then."

She giggles, "Fair enough." Before coming to a stop along the tracks, "I'm sorry I worried you, Mikey."

And he tries waving it off, "Just remember to take a break every once in a while. It says something when Leo and Donnie catch more of a break than you do."

"You think so?"

"They get lunch and dinner. You don't."

"… Fair enough."

Before walking back to her, not liking the way she's holding onto her arm and not looking his way.

He might not know the full details, but he can tell she's got it rough. No one breaks their back to support another unless they know somebody else will, or they're looking for something. And from the way Stella reacts, she's in the latter camp.

"Hey Stella?"

"Hm?"

"I know the rest of my brothers are stingy about it, but... You're family, okay? You don't need to show us you're useful."

She smiles, "I know. Hamato-san said the same thing."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she echoes, "Said something about Leo and I being fated to meet."

"Well, I don't know about fate, but I do know that I'm glad to have you around. I feel a bit more useful now thanks to all those cooking lessons, so much so that I was hoping to ask you if we could trade off. I cook some, you cook some. And, well, if nothing else, you're making us happy, and that's enough all on its own, I would think."

"… Is that the reason you took my afternoon?"

He waves his hand in a so-so motion, rubbing the back of his head, "Kind of. I really think you need a break, and the fact that I wanted to ask you if I could try cooking lunch on my own tomorrow was secondary."

"Tomorrow's lunch?"

"Yeah. I think I got a good idea on how to get everything done. If you want, though, you can stick around and give me advice."

"I was planning on using the pressure cooker for tomorrow's lunch, actually."

… Oh.

"Pressure cooker?"

"The tall pot that's right next to the slow cooker. The pork shoulder has already been thawing in the fridge for a day, now."

He brings his hands in front of himself in a stop motion, "Is that the only thing that's new?"

"Yes."

"Can you give me instructions on how to use it?"

"More than."

"Then you sit at the island and tell me what needs to be done and I'll do it. How's that sound?"

"If the fact that you've been able to keep up with me during the chicken stew is any indication, I think you'll be more than able to."

"Really?"

She nods with a smile, "Really. The only thing is the pressure cooker since it's something you don't know, but with how you get in the kitchen, you should be fine."

And joy bubbles up to the surface as he grabs her and twirls her around. There's a gasp before giggles come pouring out while he settles her on his shoulder, and he pulls out his skateboard while keeping a hand on her.

"Let me down, Mikey."

"Nah. I got something I want to show you."

"Wouldn't it be easier in a fireman's carry?"

"And have you missing the show? No way. You get the VIP seat, pretty girl," he replies as he rolls his shoulder, getting a giggle and something warm laying itself on his temple. He looks up and blinks as he catches sight of her smile. Of something soft in her eyes that makes him grin in turn.

"Thank you, Mikey." Before he chirps, almost embarrassing himself if not for the gentle chuckle she gives at it.

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creatie123 · 6 months ago

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CHOI SU_BONG/THANOS X PREGNANT!READER Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.1 Part 6.1

TW: manipulation, death, dead dove do not eat, angst, slight themes of miscarriage,

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When I look back over my shoulder I see player 120 and my eyes fill with tears or relief. She stands with players 007, 149, and 095, “we need one more to play with us, will you please?” I nod my head a few tears stream down my cheeks and 149 is quick to come comfort me and wipe away my tears.

When we sit on the ground I find that we are right in front of su-bongs team.

“Girl where the fuck did you go I told you to stay by me.” he whispers in my ear.

I ignore him facing forward while listening to the intercom explain the rules of the next game. My breath quickens as pain shoots through my stomach. I groan bile rising in my throat.

“Sweetheart, are you ok?” 149 asks.

I nod pressing down on my stomach.

“Celina.” su-bongs voice is commanding as he turns me to look at him

His gaze drops to my stomach before looking up at me. “What is going on, what hurts.”

“It's just some cramping, I'm ok.” I whisper “we have to choose what we are doing for the games.” I turn back to my team.

I can hear su-bong whispering with nam gyu, then something clicks open before snapping shut a few seconds later. I recognise the sound as su-bogs damn drug necklace. I'm going to have to hide that from him.

Once the timer goes off for choosing who will do what they call the first team up, I watch intently as anxiety takes over them and they continuously mess up their games. Gun shots ring out as the timer hits zero, and I flinch with each shot. Our team was next and I trembled, rising to my feet, 149 loops her arm through mine comforting me as we walk to get into the correct line up. Pain begins to flood my stomach again along with a flash of dizziness and I stagger into 120 sides.

“Hey hey we just need to get through this game, please hold it in just that long.” she pleads.

I nod forcing myself up, we lock arms and begin walking as soon as the gunshot rings. It's all a blur but I can hear 007 give 095 advice and she quickly wins the game, onto the next one, 007 wins after only a few attempts, when it gets to 149, she winds effortlessly which causes us to cheer for her, then it was my turn, my hands tremble as I wrap the rope around the top. Wrapping my hand around it I flick my wrist letting the top spin out and hit the floor it wobbles, and it seems like slow motion as we watch the top stabilize and start spinning. I look at the guard for my game and he makes an O shape with his hands. My teammates all cheer for me or let out a sigh of relief. Finally we get to the last game and 120 asks that everyone turn around. At this point I finally realize that the whole room is towering over us watching intently, I noticed then that they were cheering for us the whole time and my chest bubbles with appreciation. My attention straps back to 120 as she yells at everyone to turn and so we do. It feels like so long before we hear the last hit of the shoe and the guard makes an O. Everyone starts shouting out cheers and encouragement as we rush to the finish line with only a few seconds to spare. Tears stream out of my eyes as I smile in relief. We wait patiently for the guard to unhook our ankles as we start walking out of the room.

I hear su-bong's name being called and I send him a silent prayer of safety. We make it back to the room and 149, 095, and 120 surround me. They ask me what's wrong, what hurts, how I'm feeling. I ask 149 if she will help me to the bathroom, she immediately says yes, looping her arm in mine and leading me off to the bathroom. When I sit on the toilet I groan sweat beading my forehead and I clutch my stomach with one hand and rest the other against the wall.

“Sweetheart are you ok? What hurts.” her soothing voice asks through the door.

“M-my stomach.” I say heat runs over my arms making the clothes unbearable, while at the same time prickling chills pierce my skin making me thankful for the clothes, dizziness and nausea fill my senses and I quickly get off the toilet only to turn and hurl my guts up.

I barely register the knock on the door, a hand soothingly rubbing my back and whispering in my ear that it will be ok. When I am finally finished I lean against the wall wiping my mouth. “I wish they would give us toothbrushes.” I say

She chuckles a little bit at my joke. “I have to pee, do you mind just waiting outside the stall?”

She nods, getting up and walking out of the stall closing the door behind her. “Let me know if you need anything dear.” she says.

Pulling my pants down I sit on the toilet letting out a sigh of content at letting out the contents of my bladder. I go to reach for the toilet paper but notice a few spots of blood on my underwear, “149?” I called out.

“Yes dear.” she asks

“I-is it normal to bleed when I'm pregnant?” I ask willing my underwear up to inspect it a little more, immediately gagging at the smell of dizziness taking over my vision again and I lean over to rest my head on the wall to stop myself from passing out.

“How much?” She asks finally.

“Only a few drops.”

“Y-yes it's normal dear, there is no need to worry.” she says.

I tear some toilet paper off and wipe, and notice my blood on the toilet paper. She said it's normal so I push away the underlying nagging feeling inside. Wiping a few more times, the paper finally shows clean. No more blood. Pulling my pants back up I exit the stall tiredness tugging at my limbs, I go to wash my hands and the old lady leads me back out into the room with the beds. I go to walk to mine but she pulls me with her back to our group from before. She sits me on her bed, and pulls 120 and 095 away to talk to them about something leaving me with her son.

He merely stares at me not trying to strike up a conversation, which was fine. I was too tired to talk. I watch the women talk occasionally, looking back at me with worry. Feeling like I could not keep my eyes open anymore I closed my eyes and lay down on the bed.

It feels like only a few minutes have passed before I'm being shaken awake gently. I open my eyes to see 149 standing over me with a gentle smile. “Your male friend came over while you were sleeping, but we sent him away, it seems he needs to talk to you, but it's time to vote and then have dinner, you can talk to him after ok?” I smile as she reminds me of my mom being stern yet understanding and caring. I nod sitting up.

I get up and follow her to stand by the group of people who made it last round, not many people were eliminated and hope begins to flicker in my chest, maybe we can get out. The voting begins and we start with 456 again. We walked down the aisle, determinately pressing the x immediately. When it gets to su-bong he walks down, pausing for only a minute to look back and lock eyes with me before turning away and pressing the o.

A tang of hurt that he would choose to stay over the safety of others. For me and our child. It then gets to me, and I walk up to the buttons, I press the x like last time and walk over to stand by the old lady 222 coming up to stand by us. After the voting we have the usual 30 minutes before dinner.

S- Thanos comes up to me his irises look non existent with how huge his pupils are. “You need to stop voting x. We need that money senorita. I need that money.”

“I'm not having this conversation with you. You know why I'm voting x.” I hissed.

“Stop being such a coward, these games aren't even that hard.” he says sighing dramatically.

“I’m a coward?” something inside me snaps. “No thanos. The only coward I see is the one who is taking pills before every game so he doesn’t see the shit that is actually going on around. The only coward I see is the person who, despite the amount of people who want to get out and actually face the world, wants to stay in this shit hole and put his damn life on the line to get a 50/50 chance of life and death for some money. Guess what, we are all in debt to Thanos but don't make that everyone else's problem. Youre the fucking coward,” I take a breath and reach out grabbing his neck lace. “ get rid of these and maybe I'll consider speaking to you again.” I say turning on my heels and walking back over to my group.

The whole group no doubt heard that argument and they all cheered for me quietly 149 pulling me into her arms. After meal time I lay down on the bed and let my tired eyes drift close. I fall asleep thinking about my argument with Thanos, cramping in my stomach and the ache in my heart.

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Wohooooo I finally got to write Celina confronting thanos, I sincerely hope everyone enjoyed this chapter only a few more to go, I am having trouble deciding on if I want a happy ending or a sad ending, please let me know you thoughts.

till next time

-creatie

#thanos squid game #thanos x reader #player 222 #squid game

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thoseboysinblue · 1 year ago

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Last Call

Christian Pulisic x Reader

You celebrate Christian's last night in London with him.

Warnings: Cursing, smut (under 18 dni)

"Congratulazioni!" you raise your glass towards Christian as your group of friends celebrates his impending move to Italy. It's his last night in London before he goes to Milan for his official signing with his new team.

"Grazie," he grins as he taps his beer against your glass.

You glance around, thankful to be able to spend one last night with Ben, Mason, and Christian and a few others before it feels like everyone is going their separate ways.

"It's the end of an era," Ben smiles as he drapes his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a hug knowing you are by far the most emotional about your little group splitting up for the foreseeable future.

"Stop it, you're gonna make me cry," you shove him playfully.

"No tears tonight, sweetheart," Mason grins as he offers you his hand and pulls you up to dance with him.

"You could just tell him you know," he rolls his eyes as he spins you around.

"Tell, who what?" you knit your eyebrows together.

"Tell him," he nods towards Christian, "that you fancy him," he chuckles.

"What?" you shake your head, "why would I do that?"

"You really want to pretend that you two don't flirt relentlessly with each other?" he smirks.

"We don't," you stammer, "I'm actually incapable of flirting," you chuckle.

"Right," he smiles.

"Seriously, Mase, if I seem like I'm flirting I'm not, if I'm trying to flirt, it's a complete awkward disaster," you scoff.

"Well, I'll tell you a secret, only because he's leaving, but, if you wanted to flirt with him, he's not opposed," he winks.

Hearing that causes your cheeks to flush as you shake your head trying to clear your thoughts.

"Game face on," he leans down and says lowly in your ear, "he's coming over."

"Can I cut in?" Christian asks as he and Mason share a fist bump before he takes your hands and guide them around the back of his neck.

"There's my favorite London girl," he grins at you.

"Favorite London girl, huh? You have a favorite girl in every city or something?" you grin.

"Not at all," he turns you around so that your back is pressed against his chest and his fingers are gripping slightly at your hips.

He takes a minute to savor the way you feel against him before dipping his head to run his nose along your neck, inhaling the slightly sweet and floral scent of your perfume before barely grazing a kiss behind your ear.

Your skin erupts in goosebumps as your eyes flutter closed at his movements.

"You gonna send me to Italy without reminding what those lips feel like on mine?" he speaks directly into your ear causing heat to flare at your core.

It's not a big secret that you and Christian have found yourselves sharing a slightly tipsy make out session on more than one occasion, but that's as far as it's ever gone between the two of you. However, the way he's gripping at your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him makes you think that maybe he wishes that was different.

"Italy's not that far, Christian," you smirk, "and I'm sure you'll have plenty of new favorites lining up for you when you get there, you won't even miss me."

"Of course I will," he scoffs, "miss you, I mean, but we don't have to miss each other, y/n, like you said, Italy's not that far," he shoots you a devilish grin that you're sure could get you into trouble.

"LAST CALL" you hear blare out over the loud speakers announcing that the club you're in will be closing soon, interrupting your conversation with Christian.

"Last call, y/n" he mumbles, his lips only inches from yours.

"We better go," you take a step back from him and swallow harshly, giving his hand a squeeze.

"Yeah, we better go," he says somewhat defeated.

You settle your tab and make your way to the exit saying good night to everyone.

Mason pulls you into a hug and whispers "just do it, y/n" before giving you a brief smile.

"Come see me?" Christian says as he pulls you into him and you bury your head against his chest knowing this could be the last time you see him for a while.

You nod looking up at him, a mixture of hope and desperation in his eyes.

"You're going to do so well there, I just know it," you whisper before placing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"See ya around, Chris," you force a smile as you blink back tears and slide into your waiting Uber.

As you pull away you watch Christian watching your car before hopping into his own Uber.

You're not sure if it's the way he was looking at you as you left or the slight confidence boost from the small amount of alcohol you've consumed, but you pull out your phone and send a single text, a pin location for the address for the small townhouse you rent just outside of the city.

You can see that he's read your text, but there's no reply so you drop your phone back into your bag and lean your head back against the seat and let a couple of tears finally fall from your eyes.

Your car drops you off at your house and as you are unlocking the door you hear another car pulling into the driveway. You turn to see Christian climbing out of the backseat and making his way up the small path towards you.

"Hey" he grins as he trails his eyes up and down your body, fully appreciating you.

"Hi," you smile as your stomach somersaults.

He follows you inside watching as you kneel down to unbuckle the straps on your heels as kicks his own shoes off. He offers you his hand as you stand back up, sighing as your feet relax against the cool tiles.

"Would you like something to drink? Water? Tea? A snack or anything?" you ask quietly as he trails behind you on your way to the kitchen.

"Water would be good," he smirks.

You hand him a bottle of water from the fridge, pulling one out for yourself as well as he leans against the counter opposite from you.

You watch each other take a long drink before he reaches over and swipes his thumb below your bottom lip capturing the small amount of water that spilled.

"I'm guessing you didn't just invite me over for refreshments," he smiles as he skims his hand over your neck tilting your head back and tracing his thumb along the lower side of your jaw before licking his lips and running his nose along the column of your neck.

"No" you sigh, a breathy moan escaping as he kisses down your neck following the same path his nose had just taken.

"Then why did you invite me, y/n" he grins against you before tipping your chin forward again to force you to look him in the eyes.

Your cheeks flush, now a bit embarrassed to admit why you invited him over.

"I think you know why, Christian," you blink a couple of times and bite your lower lip softly.

"I do, but I want to hear you say it," he breathes out, his mind fuzzy at the sight of you standing in front of him too shy to admit what you want.

"I want," you start but stop to think of exactly what you want to say, suddenly intimidated by the man standing in front of you.

He nods, encouraging you to finish your sentence.

"I want you to go to Italy with the taste of me on your lips," you lean forward and whisper into his ear, as if confessing your innermost secret, and perhaps in a way you are.

"That's my girl," he chuckles before leaning down to capture your lips in a fiery kiss.

His hands roam over your body hungrily as you grip your fingers into his hair and moan into his mouth when his tongue tangles with yours.

"You're sure about this," he says quietly as his kisses over your bare shoulder.

"Yes" you breathe out as his hands slide around to find the zipper at the back of your dress.

"Good" he smirks as he lowers the zipper and peels your tight strapless dress down your body.

"Jesus," he bites his lip as he looks at you in a black strapless bra and matching lace thong before crashing his lips to yours again.

"Where's your room?" he mumbles as he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his lean torso.

"Up the stairs, end of the hallway," you sigh before attacking his neck with kisses as he carries you to your room.

He settles you on your feet and nudges you towards the bed. He leans down and kisses you again, much slower and gentler until you your gripping at his biceps silently begging for more.

He quickly unhooks your bra and flings it across the room with a chuckle before pushing you down onto the bed and following you as you inch your way towards your pillows.

"God you're perfect," he groans as his eyes trail over your body and his thumbs graze over your nipples.

You gasp when he dips his head to pull one of them into his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers before kissing his way down your body.

He bites at the lace on your underwear, a quiet whimper escaping his lips as he runs his fingers over your core feeling the damp spot that's already there.

"Christian you don't have to," you sigh quietly.

"Oh but I do, baby, you wanted me to taste you remember?" he grins up at you from between your thighs.

"And honestly, I've wanted to do this for so damn long, I wouldn't dream of getting here and not getting a taste," he winks.

He slides your underwear down your legs, tossing them to the side.

"But if I'm only going to get one shot at this, you've got to tell me what you like, you can't go all shy and quiet on me, y/n, can you do that for me?" his eyes burn into yours, the warmth of this breath fanning across you causing you to squirm.

You nod silently before sitting up and nudging his shoulders so that he sits back on his knees.

"You have on too many clothes," you mumble against his lips before tugging at the hem of his shirt.

He smirks against your lips before pulling his shirt over his head, "Better?" he grins at you.

"Much", you smile against him as you kiss over his chest and work to unbutton the jeans he's wearing, grazing your fingers over his hardened bulge as he pushes his jeans down his hips.

"These too," you mutter as you toy with the waistband of his boxers.

Your heart flutters at the quiet chuckle that escapes his lips before he pushes his boxers down and tosses them onto the floor as well.

Your hand instinctively reaches for his hardened cock. You watch as his head tips back and a low groan rumbles from within his chest when you wrap your fingers around him.

"I can't wait to feel you inside of me," you whisper before kissing him deeply as you continue working with your hand.

He wraps his hand over yours, stopping your movement and pressing his thumb over his tip, "not yet," he moans, "I want to do something else first."

He gently nudges you, encouraging you to lay back down as he settles between your legs again and wraps his arms around your thighs holding you open.

He keeps eye contact with you while he drops a pool of spit down onto your pussy before lowering his gaze to watch as it runs to your entrance.

"So perfect," he mutters before dipping his tongue into your entrance.

You moan as he teases your folds apart with long languid strokes and your head falls back against the pillows.

He hums at the taste of you sending a vibration up your spine, "I could do this all night," he groans as you tangle your fingers into his hair.

You gasp when he flicks his tongue over your clit before sucking it lightly.

"Yes, that, I like that," you breathe out remembering he wanted you to tell him what you like.

"What about this?" he asks quietly as he slips two fingers into you and curls them against your gspot.

"Oh my god," you moan.

"Point taken," he chuckles as he feels you clench around him.

"You're gonna feel so good squeezing my cock like this," he moans against you as he continues bringing you closer to the edge.

"Please keep going, just like that, Chris," you pant feeling your high building incredibly fast.

"I got you, baby," he whispers as he presses down on your stomach with his forearm to keep you still.

"Fuck, I'm gonna," you moan as your orgasm washes over you, Christian moving to hold your legs open so that he can continue working you through it.

Once he's satisfied that you're coming down from your high, he uses his tongue to clean you up before placing a delicate kiss over your pubic bone.

He works his way up your body, kissing you softly before you push on his shoulders and turn him onto his back.

"It's only fair that I get a taste, too," you smirk as you kiss down his abs and over the smattering of hair just below his navel.

"You have a medical eval tomorrow?" you glance up to him.

"Yeah, why?" he chuckles.

"I'll try not to mark you up too bad," you wink.

"You can do whatever you want," he grins watching as you suck until you've formed a bruise just above his pubic bone, smiling down at your handiwork.

"Shit," he whispers as you wrap your hand around him again.

"Same rules, if I only get one shot, you have to tell me what you like," you wink at him before dropping spit onto him and working it over his hardened length with your hand.

"You can do that can't you, baby?" you ask him with a smirk as you swirl your tongue around his tip.

"Yes" he whimpers when you take more of him into your mouth, sucking lightly as you run your tongue along the underside of his shaft feeling him twitch in your mouth.

"Nope," he pulls you off of him quickly, startling you.

"Oh, um, am I not good at that? Did I do something you don't like?" you knit your eyebrows together in confusion.

"God no," he chuckles, "the opposite actually, I was gonna cum in like thirty seconds if I let you keep going," he tucks your hair behind your ear running his fingers along your jaw delicately.

"Oh," you giggle noticing the slight blush on his cheeks.

"I need to make sure I can last long enough to know what it feels like when you cum around more than just my fingers," he says quietly as you move to straddle him.

"You wanna ride me, y/n?" he asks raising his eyebrows seemingly shocked.

You nod shyly, "unless you'd prefer something else."

"Nah, I'd never turn down a show," he grins, bringing his hands up to flank your hips, drawing soft circles over them.

You lean down and kiss him, tangling your tongue with his as he moans into your mouth.

"You don't know how bad I've wanted this," he mumbles against your lips.

"Really," you ask him, puzzled.

"Really," he says firmly.

"I've wanted it too, for so long," you smile as you line him up with your entrance and sink down on him.

Your back arches as you take him fully, thoroughly enjoying the slightly painful stretch.

"Fuck," he moans as he throws his head back and closes his eyes.

"Goddammit, you're unreal" he groans when you clench around him.

"Please, baby," he whimpers as he lifts his hips begging you to move.

You steady your hands on his chest, rolling your hips a few times before beginning to bounce over him as he grips his fingertips into you.

He thrusts up into you, meeting your movements as you both settle into a rhythm you're enjoying.

He moves one hand to toy with your nipples still guiding your movements with the other.

"So good, y/n," he breathes out, groaning when you clench at his praise.

He trails his hand up to your chest, flattening his palm against you as you continue riding him.

He watches as you bring your fingers to his mouth before he draws them in and coats them with his saliva and you slide them down your body to your clit.

He slides his hand just a bit closer to your neck and bites his lip hoping you will pick up on his insinuation.

You nod and smirk when he wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes just slightly.

"Oh fuck," you moan quietly before he tightens his hand a bit more and your head falls back.

"You close?" he asks, using the pressure of his hand to tilt your head back to look him in the eyes.

You nod, feeling yourself teetering on the edge.

"Cum for me, y/n, let me have it," he groans as he watches your tits bouncing perfectly.

With that your orgasm rips through you as you shudder and clench around him collapsing onto his chest.

He gives you a moment to stop spasming around him before he quickly flips you over without even pulling out of you.

He thrusts harshly into you a few times chasing his own high until his hips begin to falter and he spills into with a moan of your name.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, working to catch his breath while you run your fingers along his back.

He pulls out of you and flops down onto the bed beside you turning you to face him before you bury your head against his chest and he wraps his arms around you.

You place a few soft kisses over his chest and neck until both of you have steadied your breathing.

"I'm kinda pissed we waited until tonight to do that," he whispers as you nod.

"I'm gonna go clean up," you tilt your face up to his and kiss him gently.

When you emerge from the bathroom you find him pulling his jeans up his hips.

You stop in the doorway and blink a few times in confusion that he's leaving so quickly.

He looks up and can tell by the look on your face that you're disappointed.

He takes a few strides closing the gap between you and tilting your face up to look him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I've got an early flight so I've got to go," he says with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"It's ok, I understand," you look down at your feet.

"I don't think you do," he says tilting your chin up again and kissing you.

"I'd love to stay," he whispers, "you're sending me to Italy with much more than the taste of you on my lips, y/n."

You blink back a few tears.

"You're sending me with every sigh, every whimper, every moan of my name burned into my memory," he grins as he kisses along your jaw.

"I'm not going to miss much about London, but I'll definitely miss you. Promise you'll come see me once I get settled, let me take you dinner, maybe an encore performance?" he raises his eyebrows.

A giggle escapes your lips at his words.

"There she is," he grins when you nod.

"I'm gonna miss you, too," you sigh, finally allowing a couple of tears to fall.

He wipes them away gently and kisses you again.

"I won't be that far away, we can still see each other and won't have to miss each other," he smiles.

"Let's just say, see you soon, ok?" he kisses your forehead as you wrap your arms around his waist.

"See you soon, Christian," you sigh as he pulls you closer to him.

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olderthannetfic · 9 months ago

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Something that happens with people over 30 that I don't have happen with people my own age is "yeah I insulted your work, but you'll still show me it, right?" My half-sister is 42 and drags fanfic as all being trash, then inexplicably thinks I would let her see said trash. No. If you broadcast your dislike for something, I tend not to hand you the thing. I don't hand you yams at Thanksgiving for the same reason.

A friend of mine from college who is 32 said nothing written in second person could ever be worth a damn. Barf emojis were involved in subsequent messages. It's "eye roll inducing", which I gather is cringe but for people who won't say cringe for some reason. She then asked later, totally sincerely, why I hadn't shared my latest writing project with her. Gee, Nikki, why might someone not show you a thing that makes you want to barf? The mind boggles.

My Creative Writing professor, after saying no one under 50 has ever written poetry worth a damn, has asked why I stopped sharing poetry with the class. He has not explained why on Earth I would keep doing that. I tend to not go, "Hmm. The professor hates this. I know, I'll put it in something I'm getting graded in."

Maybe it's because I'm a wee baby of 21 but... why. Genuinely, why would it ever cross my mind to go against someone's stated preferences? I'm not a contrarian. I think contrarians are cowards so afraid of vulnerability and desperate for attention that they'll say anything so long as it's not genuine and it'll get eyes on them. I take shit at face value. If you hate math I'm not calling you for help with calculus. If you hate chocolate I'm not stuffing a bonbon in your mouth. My logic is sound. When I hate math, I would not enjoy someone trying to get me to do it. I assume most brains operate along similar lines.

And yet, for some reason, a handful of people have gone, "Show me the thing I hate!" and their only commonality is age. Race, gender, religion, it's all different. This is the only shared trait.

Was it once standard to subject people to things against their expressed wishes to the contrary?

With age comes an awareness of why sample size matters, apparently. ;)

(No, but for real, this is not an age thing. Some people are just like that.)

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witchy-girly · 4 days ago

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ʙᴀꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ 𖤐 2010 ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴛꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

this is my favorite James era.

★ Summary: She's the managers daughter. He's the man she was never supposed to have. But here they are.

Warnings ⚠︎︎: smut, age gap, the story is kinda long so I'm gonna make that a warning.

I noticed his car before I even pulled into the driveway.

It was the first thing I saw, parked neatly off to the side like it always was, like this was his house too. I recognized it instantly, not because of the make or model, but because of the way I trained myself to. That was Mr. James Hetfield’s car.

I should’ve kept driving, maybe called up my friend and asked if she wanted to hangout. I should’ve texted my dad and asked who was home, played it safe. But my fingers were already tightening around the steering wheel and steering into the space beside his car.

I sat there for a second with the engine off. The afternoon was hot, that late spring humidity stuck to my skin even though my car was parked in the shade. Looking through the windshield, the house looked the exact same as it had this morning when I left for class - normal, and innocent.

But it wasn’t. James being here changed that.

My dad being the kind man he was - and also the manager of Metallica - thought that his great band should have a place to record, practice, or even hangout. Totally private, totally theirs. They all took advantage of the small recording studio my dad had built into the basement, James especially. He had a key now. My dad gave it to him like it was no big deal – “so he can come in and out of the studio whenever he wants.” he’d said. But he didn’t know that sometimes James came when I was home, when only I was home.

I remember the first time he came there when it was just me.

I was in the kitchen. The AC in the house had broke, so I had no other choice but to put on a small pair of shorts I hadn’t worn since maybe my junior year, and one of my workout tank tops. I was just passing through, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, and James had been at the counter writing lyrics on his little notepad, drinking black coffee in his special mug. He glanced up when I walked in and just… looked.

In a way that made my whole body burn.

“You always walk around dressed like that?” he’d asked, voice low, amused sounding. Not in a scolding way, just… curious.

I’d opened the water, sipped it, and shrugged. “It’s my house.”

He’d smile. “Yeah. Lucky house.”

That was the first time. But, there was other times after that.

There was one night, super late, way past when anyone should’ve been awake. My dad had already gone to bed upstairs hours before, and I was watching something on tv on the couch. James had come upstairs to get a drink.

He stopped when he saw me. He raised an eyebrow. “You’re still up?”

“So are you.” I said back.

He smirked, and walked over and sat beside me.

I don’t even remember what we talked about. It wasn’t important. But, I remember how close he was, his knee was touching mine, his arm rested on the cushion behind my head. I remember him looking at me a little too long after I said something funny - that soft look guys give you when they’re about to say or do something they shouldn’t.

He didn’t say or do anything.

But I wished he did.

I’ve never stopped thinking about what I would do if I did.

I got out of the car, closed the door gently behind me, and walked up to the porch.

The front door creaked open.

No voices. Just the faint sound of the washing machine going and below it - barely there - the low, distorted sound of a guitar.

I dropped my keys in the bowl by the door, kicked my shoes off and pushed them to the side, and walked barefoot down the hall and paused right at the basement door. It was cracked open, it always was when he was there.

I stood there for a second, just listening, imaging his hands.

I pushed the door open.

Stepped down one stair, then another.

The basement was dim, warm light covering everything - soundproofing foam, amps, guitars lined up along the wall. Once I got to the bottom step, I peeked my head around the corner. He sat with his back facing me, guitar in his lap, his shoulders slightly hunched. His black tank top fit him perfectly, his tattoos visible on his biceps and down his forearms, his muscles flexed slightly as he played.

He didn’t hear me come down. He was way too focused, lost in whatever loop he was playing.

I should’ve said nothing, I should’ve gone back upstairs and napped in my room.

Instead, I opened my mouth.

“Hey.”

He turned. And in that moment, in the way his eyes lit up when he saw me, in the way he smiled - I knew I was already in trouble.

“Hey, sweetheart.” he says. His voice makes my knees weak. “I didn’t think you’d be home.” he places his guitar down.

“Class got cancelled.” I walk toward him. “So, surprise!”

He leans back in his chair and lets out a breathy laugh. “Lucky me.”

I stop a few feet away, my arms crossed.

He nods toward his guitar. “Wanna hear what I’ve been working on?”

I nod, and walk over to him. “Sure.

He hits play, and the sound of his guitar fills the room. I shift my weight from one foot to the other and let my hips sway to the rhythm a little bit. And I know he sees it.

“You don’t have to stand there, y’know.” he said, his voice just above a whisper, a little teasing. “C’mere.”

My heart skips.

I hesitate, and he catches it.

“What?” he teases. “Afraid of me?”

“No.” My voice comes out a little more deep then I intended. “Not even a little bit.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Then prove it.”

So, I do.

I walk over, and slide into his lap. I try not to let him see how bad my hands are shaking. But the second I’m there, his arm comes around me. Tight, comfortable, like this is something we’ve done before.

It hasn’t been. But it feels like it should’ve.

His thigh is firm under me. His hand is resting on the curve of my waist, fingers slightly curled. His mouth is inches from my neck, and everything inside of me is screaming.

He’s not pretending like there isn’t anything between us anymore. And I’m willing to not pretend anymore either.

The music starts to play - it’s slow and heavy, the rhythm seems to flow through me. I don’t mean to move to it, I really don’t. But I do, just a little. The softest shift of my hips, more like a sway than anything else.

And that’s when I feel it.. the way his grip tightens.. the way his breath hitches.

He’s reacting.

So, I keep swaying.

And then, real low, almost like a growl, he murmurs in my ear; “You’re playing dirty.”

I smile before I can stop myself. I keep my head up, looking at all of the controls in front of me.

“You started it.” I whisper back.

That makes him chuckle. A quiet, deep sound that I feel more than I hear. And when I finally turn to look at him, his eyes are already on me. His hand slides up to cup my jaw, and he turns my face towards him.

Whatever line we were walking before?

We’re not walking it anymore.

And then he kisses me.

God. His lips are so soft, and the way he’s kissing me is so gentle. I lean into it, lips parting just enough to taste him, and his thumb brushes my cheek. He deepens the kiss - not fast, not rushed - just more.

When we finally pull apart, I feel dizzy. I open my eyes to look at him, and he’s already looking at me.

His hand drops from my face and curls gently around my thigh. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t ask, just shifts under me.. and suddenly, he’s standing.

I let out a small breath as he lifts me, his hands catching me easily, guiding me to stand in front of him. We’re chest to chest now, barely inches between us.

He leans in again, this time brushing his lips against mine. Then, his hand slides into mine - warm and rough.

He walks me back.

I don’t ask where we’re going. I already know.

The backs of my knees hit the couch, and I sink down without him even needing to tell me to. He’s standing over me, looking down with that expression of his. I can feel the shift in the air between us, the pressure, and the pull.

He drops to his knees in front of me.

And for a second, neither of us moves. His hands are on my thighs, thumbs brushing back and fourth over the fabric of my leggings, and all I can hear is my own breathing.

“You nervous?” he asks. “We don’t have to-” he begins, but I quickly cut him off.

I nod, not looking away. “Yes. I want to do this.”

He smirks.

“Good.” he says.

Then he leans in and kisses me again. This time, there’s nothing soft about it.

It’s possessive - the way his mouth moves over mine, the way he sucks my bottom lip and slips his tongue past the edge of my teeth like he’s claiming me. His hands slide up under my shirt, warm palms against my bare waist, fingers splayed like he’s mapping out everywhere he wants to touch.

I let out a sound I don’t mean to. Not like a word, just a breathy, aching noise that betrays exactly how long I’ve been thinking about this. How many times I’ve imagined what his hands would feel like, what he would feel like.

He pulls back just long enough to look down at me.

“That pretty little sound you just made.” he says. “Think you can do it again?”

My face burns. “I don’t know.”

James grins. “We’ll see.”

He kisses my neck next - slow, dragging kisses down the side until he finds that spot right under my ear and bites down just enough to make me gasp. His hands are everywhere, sliding up under my bra, gripping my thighs, tugging my hips closer to the edge of the couch.

“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” he mutters. “You walk around this house like yu don’t even know what you do to me.”

“I don’t” I say, breathless.

He raises an eyebrow, already tugging my leggings down my hips. “Sure you don’t.”

My breath catches when his fingers slip between my thighs.

“Already soaked.” he murmurs, mostly to himself. “Look at you.”

I bite my lip. My whole body is on fire.

“You ever been with someone my age?” he asks next, dragging a finger up and down my slit. Teasing me.

I shake my head, biting harder on my lip. “No.”

“College boys.” he scoffs, jokingly. “Bet none of ‘em could handle this little pussy.” he smirks.

My stomach tightens. His voice is doing something to me - it’s so… in control.

“You think you can handle me baby girl?” he asks, leaning in so his mouth is right by my ear.

I nod again, quick this time. “Please.”

He stands, undoes his belt, and pushes his jeans down just enough. I don’t even get a full look before he’s back between my legs, gripping my knees, spreading me open.

“Look at that.” he says, his voice deeper. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

I squirm. “James–”

“I got you.” he says, and presses the tip of his cock against my slit. My hips jump and he holds me down.

“Deep breath, baby.” he says. “Gotta go slow, okay? Don’t wanna hurt my sweet girl.”

My hands grip the edge of the couch, and I nod.

And then he pushes it in.

It’s slow, painfully slow. My head falls back as the stretch hits me, my mouth falls open. I feel full before he’s even halfway in.

“Oh my god.” I whisper.

“I know, baby. I know.” he whispers as he thrusts deeper. He pauses every few seconds to let me adjust. It burns in the best way, like he’s undoing me, and shaping me around him.

“You’re takin’ me so good.” he murmurs, brushing my hair back, eyes locked on mine. “So tight for me. Good fuckin’ girl.”

I moan at that - my hips lift instinctively.

“That’s it.” he says. “There she is.”

My legs are shaking, one hand is digging into the couch, the other is gripping onto James’ shoulder. Every time he thrusts, I feel everything.

The weight of him, the size of him.. the way he’s completely in control.

“You ever feel this good before?’’ he asks, gripping my hips tighter now, his pace picking up.

“N-no.” I breathe.

He leans down, his forehead almost touching mine.

“You’ll remember this.” he says. “Next time some loser tries to fuck you, you’ll think about this. You’ll think about me.”

I nod, not even thinking. My whole body is tightening, something coils inside of my stomach.

And he knows.

“That’s it, baby girl.” he whispers. “Come on. Let me feel it. Come for me.”

And I do.

My whole body arches, i’m shaking, and clinging to him for dear life. I cry out his name, I scream it, and he groans deep in his throat and buries himself all the way inside of me, holding still as I pulse around him.

Everything goes white.

When my high comes down, I feel boneless.

I’m still breathing hard when he leans in and kisses me, much slower and softer than all the times before. His hand is resting on my thigh, his thumb brushing slow circles into my skin, and for a second… I forget where we are. Who he is. Who I am.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod. “Yeah.”

“You’re shaking.” he says, and I realize I am, just a little. My legs, my hands, my torso.

“Give me a sec.” I whisper.

He grins and presses another kiss to my cheek, then my jaw, and my forehead.

“You did so good.” he says, still catching his breath. “So fuckin’ good.”

Then he gently helps me get off of him, holding me like I’m fragile. He tugs my leggings back up, and presses a kiss to my hip through the fabric, and then finally helps me settle back on the couch.

“You gonna be sore?” he asks.

“Probably.”

He smiles like he’s proud of that.

Then – a click sound upstairs.

We freeze as we both recognize the sound of the front door opening. Me and James lock eyes, and then we move quick.

I scramble for the blanket on the top of the couch. My hair is a mess, my shirt is half tucked, and James is moving faster than I have ever seen him move. He zips his pants up, grabs his guitar, and drops into the chair like he’s been there all afternoon.

I grab a guitar magazine from the side table and flip it open to a random page.

The footsteps on the stairs are heavy.

And then… my dad appears in the doorway, coffee cup in hand.

James looks up, and nods to my dad.

“Hey man.” he says. “Was just showing her the riff I’ve been working on.”

My dad glances between us - James with is guitar, and me pretending to be interested in an ad for vintage pedals - and smiles. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

James shrugs. “Nah man, you’re good.”

My dad takes a sip of coffee. “Dinner’s in an hour. You staying, James?”

“Sure.” James replies, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Got it dad, thanks.” I say, trying to sound normal.

He smiles, then turns around and disappears back upstairs.

I exhale.

The basement door clicks shut again.

Silence.

I stay still on the couch, magazine still open in my lap.

James looks over at me.

He presses play on the soundboard, the sound of guitar fills the room.

He stands, and steps toward me.

“You think you can be quiet?” he asks.

I toss the blanket to the side, and nod.

James smiles, and continues walking toward me.

#witchy girly #witchy girly writes #metallica #metallica smut #james hetfield #james hetfield smut #kirk hammett #jason newsted #lars ulrich #hardwired era #dare I say this is my favorite era of him

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