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Love me not

Chishiya x fem!reader

Part 2

TW: Light smut, cursing.

Summary: You and Chishiya just fuck. Nothing more. You on the other hand, have to battle feelings.. when the executives say you might be useful, you and Chishiya’s dynamic starts to shift…

You and Chishiya have been casually hooking up for a good couple weeks, or months… or years? Time in the Borderlands is a bitch, but it was a while. It was like a reoccurring dream; you’d get in your bed, let him rearrange your guts, the you’d wake up the next morning alone. Casual. No strings attached.

Just what you needed. Wanted. Nothing more.

Okay what the fuck are you thinking? You had a dumb crush on this man. A man who didn’t even stick around long enough for aftercare.

it’s not like he felt the same way, of course. Every time you came back from a game he was in your room, waiting for you. Sitting on your bed casually, hands in his pockets as he stared up at you with those eyes.

Oh those eyes.. they were beautiful to you. The eyes that pretty much made you break down in giggles every time they met yours.

He doesn’t let you stare for long before absolutely ruining you and then disappearing like it’s nothing the morning after.

This was one of those mornings.

You woke up, sighing deeply to another empty bed. Your legs felt like they could give out at any moment, but you ignored it as you got up with a heavy groan-like exhale and a slump of your shoulders.

Your clothes were strewn around the floor, and you picked them up, putting them on one by one.

The funny thing is, you didn’t really care if Chishiya felt the same way as you did. You just cared that you got to fuck with a hot blonde guy.

You put on some shoes, walking out of the hotel room and down the hallway. The noise of the Beach and partying almost never stopped. You went down there only once in a blue moon. It wasn’t your type of place.

You decided after going downstairs and into the lobby that you were going to play a game. Chishiya just got done with you, and you were bored. The games came easy to you anyways, since you were incredibly lucky. You don’t know why, it’s just that every time something bad should happen to you, it bounces off and goes to another person. So it was just fun.

————

The game arena was an abandoned high school. Several people gathered near the entrance, maybe twenty. You were kinda excited up until you saw Chishiya in the crowd.

Oh.

My..

GOD…

He stared at you. His gaze almost as if he was deciding what to do in that moment. His hood was on, hands in his pockets like usual. But his gaze was on you. It made you shift a bit on your feet. He nodded at you, as if to say hello. You awkwardly smiled and nodded back. That was all you could do to keep from breaking down into that giggling mess.

The fuck was happening??? It was just a stare. A stare that he did to everyone, at that.

Then why did it feel so good to have him stare at you?

All thoughts were interrupted by the familiar female robotic voice over the intercom explaining the rules:

GAME: FUSION FACTS

DIFFICULTY: FIVE OF DIAMONDS

Chishiya looked up at one of the intercoms, smirking softly and adjusting his posture, becoming more relaxed.

The voice spoke again..

RULES:

Players must go into one of the classrooms on the second and first floor in groups of two

Players must answer a series of 30 questions, like math, science, and language arts before the timer runs out.

If an incorrect answer is given more than 4 times, that player will be eliminated.

If only one of the two players answer questions, then the non-participating player will be eliminated.

The game will go on until three or four groups finish the questions.

You looked over at Chishiya then back down at the floor when you realized he was staring right back at you.

Groups of two? Shit shit shit shit shit shit-

“Want to team up?”

You looked up and saw Chishiya standing right next to you, his eyes piercing through yours. You gulped quietly, looking at him and standing up a bit more straight.

“I don’t see why not.”

Chishiya nodded, looking back at the doorway.

TIME LIMIT: 1 HOUR, 30 MINUTES

You softly sighed, jumping up and down a bit to get the blood flow going. This should be easy… right? Yeah. All you have to do is ignore the man beside you.. who is also your teammate… and fuck buddy. Easy.

Once the timer started, you ran into one of the classrooms, immediately looking around. You saw a camera in the corner of the classroom, and gave it a dirty look. You saw Chishiya loitering behind you. You went over and shut the door behind him. The classroom had a computer on the teachers desk.

5+2=?

“Easy. Seven.” You spoke aloud, simply typing out the answer on the keyboard. It glowed green before switching to another question.

The powerhouse of the cell is the ________.

“Mitochondria.” Chishiya spoke, leaning over to see the computer in front of you.

“These are fairly easy..” You mumbled, typing in another answer.

What is a hyperbole?

“An over-exaggeration..” You softly spoke as you felt Chishiya’s breath on your neck. You shifted slightly before typing in and getting the question right.

———

Once you and Chishiya finished the game, you both walked out of the high school. You stretched, “That was fairly easy, despite some of the science questions..” You smiled softly, turning around and walking backwards to look at Chishiya. He stared at you, his expression neutral. He followed close behind as you rambled.

You didn’t think he was listening, and he really wasn’t. He had other things on his mind, like how he had to get back in time for an executive meeting.

The Beach. Chishiya was back, and just in time, too. He walked to the executive room, hands in his pocket. He usually didn’t care about the meetings, but he had to attend them.

It was just Hatter rambling about how it was possible to maybe try to find the face cards based on the areas and arenas. Suddenly, Mira spoke up. “Have any of you noticed a girl here? She’s cleared every single game with ease, and has incredible luck. Perhaps she could, I don’t know, help us? Maybe become an executive?”

Chishiya looked up, looking at Mira. “You mean Y/N?” He spoke, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Oh is that her name? Yes. Do you know her?” Mira perked up, smiling. The other executives kind of stayed silent. Even Niragi, surprisingly. Hatter looked between the two.

“If you do, tell her we’d like her to sit in on some of the meetings, Chishiya.” He ordered, not really leaving room for argument. Chishiya nodded, acknowledging the demand.

Fuck my life. Chishiya thought.

Chishiya walked to your room, opening the door after knocking some. “Y/N.” He stared at her, lying on the bed.

“Hm? Oh Chishiya. What’s up?” You asked. So innocently.. Chishiya wanted to ruin that. Oh so badly. He held himself back.

“For some reason, Hatter thinks you could help find the face cards. You’ll be sitting in on the meetings now.” He said, keeping himself from gritting his teeth.

You nodded. “Alright.. is that all?” You asked, putting down the book you were reading.

Chishiya stared at your legs, then his eyes crawled up your body slowly before staring into the eyes he made roll back so many times already.

“Is there something else to say?”

You softly chuckled, smiling and going back to your book. “Not that I know of.”

———

Of course he had to come back. Of course he did.. he just needed to come back so he could fuck out his little toy. Of course.

It wasn’t any different from the other times you fucked, but he stayed a little longer than normal. His breathing slowed down as you both came down from your high. You both went, what, three? Four? Maybe 7 rounds? But he went hard. Sweaty and honestly exhausted you turned to face the opposite wall away from him, trying to get comfortable.

You felt a hand wrap around your waist. He softly breathed against the nape of your neck, clinging to your body. This was.. new. Weird, but new.. the real question was why it was new. Why was Chishiya still here?

“Don’t expect this again.” Chishiya suddenly shot out, almost like he was nervous of how you’d react. It was quiet for a moment before he got up, got on his clothes and left without another word.

What

the

fuck.

You lied there, still in the same position as he left you, kind of surprised. You eventually got up and did the same, getting on your clothes. You decided to ignore the little gesture, but you couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

———

Chishiya walked down the hallway, suddenly stopping and leaning against the wall.

The fuck did he just do? He grips his chest with one hand, sighing softly to slow his heart beat..

Shit.

A/N: OKAY this is definitely going into multiple parts, expect more soon!!!

[z13lovebot]

I learned how to draw again!! I haven't posted since last month but BY9&10 >>>>>

[katsurolle]

just let it be me, okay?

[cuppajj]

i mean sure why not

[anbaisai]

mermay means the perfect opportunity for me to expand upon the mayu secret third leech sibling au from a while back (why is this becoming a real AU)

[saturday-byte]

Obligatory freaky spamtenna doodles

[danijaci]

Wolvethesley is real ‼️😍

[malevolent-fruit]

i heart u absolutenutcase comics

[wackywatchdotcom]

hi everyone. i think about this sometimes

[acid-ixx]

a loving family, an unpalatable desire

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reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: would anyone hear me out if i ever wrote romantic yan! bruce (ft. platonic yan! batfam AND romantic yan clark kent alongside the superfam ofc) with a neglected spouse reader... because uhm, i've been thinking about it lately just yk... so anyways PLSPLSPLS send in asks about this, ive been thinking about it so much lately.

imagine wanting to raise a family so badly with a man who adopts problem children as a side hustle. you're not some invasive spouse, you've always been good, always been loving, so... so accepting, never questioned where or how he picked them up from the side of the streets, never once complaining about the hickeys on his neck or the once neat tussles of his hair now tangled accompanying lipstick stains on his white suit.

you love your children, you tell yourself all the time. you love them, you love bruce— even if he doesn't love you. you said it in your vows, despite it being scripted, despite your family finally sighing in relief in the sidelines at finally being able to sell you off to one of the wealthiest man in the world, rather than being wasting off under their care— your vows are real.

you wanted someone to love you, unconditionally, so viscerally eternal that it eats you up.

really, all you wanted was to play that fantasy life of trophy house spouses. all you wished for was a loving, healthy relationship. the american dream: the picture perfect family frames, your husband kissing you on the cheek as he leaves for work, your children bickering at the dining room, with the scent of homemade meals wafting about the vicinity. all you wanted was the warmth in your chest to flicker like candlelights. all you dreamed about was that domestic life, an escape from the abusive household you were raised in.

yet the manor is too cold, too unforgiving for a soul such as yours.

the longer you stay inside claustrophobic, yet oh-so large hallways, the quicker you drown in a neverending pool of self-hatred.

but you're not allowed to show them your sufferings. they've been through much worse, you tell yourself. they've suffered more, and as what good spouses do, as what you're taught, you stay silent, enabling them to turn you into their own emotional punching bag.

you only allow yourself to cry at the dead of the night, under the sheets of your too-cold blanket and your too-hot pillows. when the manor is filled with deathly silence and a looming sense of dread and ill fitting thoughts of ifs and when they'll come back in one piece, will you grant yourself temporary respite; worry for a family who never even called you their parent.

yet you've always been so considerate. despite the pang in your chest every time bruce flirts with anymore potential love interest at a gala, you chose to instead monitor your chaotic children, who have always never bat an eye on you despite you always gazing lovingly at them.

you know of their interests, they don't know yours, yet you still give them extravagant gifts on their birthdays, with tired, yet glinting eyes, and a silent excuse to return to your room; one separate from bruce.

you know of bruce's hardships, but you don't push too hard, don't force him to talk, only provide him your silence and an offer to serve him dinner; all the time he refuses without looking at you. you give him comfort only if he ever allows you, only if he allows his walls to crumble— but not even his spouse can amount to a warm, crackling fireplace. to him, you're probably only a matchstick under the deadbeat glaze of the snow in a winter night.

maybe that's why you're such a ghost in the manor, stalking through the hallways, looking out for any of your children in case they come across you with any injuries. maybe that's why eventually your resolve weakened.

and maybe the absence of familial love led you to find comfort in another man's arm.

''til death do us part,' is such a tragic saying in your case, because you know it in your fragile heart that bruce's love for you was never alive in the first place. and yet you allow him to play you like a fiddle, allow him to slowly allow you to slip away from his nonexistent grasp.

and now, you're a stand-in parent for clark's son, jon, after the tragic loss of his wife. now, your world seems a lot less bleaker, as you play the fantasy of a loving house spouse, fully abandoning the life you left behind, a life you've never been gifted with until now. you want to feel guilty, you want to feel absolutely terrible but the heartache of neglect has become too much and all you do was allow clark to warm you up each night, kissing away your tears and spooning your deep-seated anxieties away.

you don't let the past eat you up, not when the present is too perfect, too freeing, too delusionally beautiful.

your son, jon provides you every joy a parent could have. parent's day gifts, heartfelt letters at every nook and cranny of your shared bedroom with clark— even reading him bedtime stories, allowing him to sleep in your lap after he slowly nods off, with clark knocking softly on polished wooden doors, greeting you with a loving kiss on the lips and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand—

it's everything a parent wants, needs even.

and you're everything clark, and especially jon wants, needs in their life.

so it's such a stupid mistake, really. a slip of the tongue, a too-enthusiastic smile, incredibly bright, shining eyes. it's not jon's fault, you still love him either way. but it's an error still— one a complicated matter at hand, so dreadful for you, that jon accidentally, all-too-suddenly, mentions you as his parent to damian.

a loving, wonderful parent, he says, with a picture of you in his wallet shoved right in front of his friend's face.

[z13lovebot]

thank you toby fox for inventing nonbinary lesbians!!!!

[holmesunenthusiast]

This scene from The Copper Beeches has gotta be like top ten Holmes autism moments of all time. “It is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject.” Okay buddy 😭

Bonus doodle!

[d-a-n-n-y-y]

How every different Y/N’s getting ready to be featured in fanfiction across different fandoms rn:

[realrosielol]

Look closer—

[aziarts]

doodled a few members from the motel group..

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