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ollyissleepy · 4 months ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫

pairings: platonic yandere!batfam x uninterested!male!reader summary: After being caught red handed stealing, (name) finds himself in the Wayne Manor, surrounded by his new family. (Name)'s disinterested in bonding is met with equally not caring siblings and father. As he spends his days alone, (name) realises his new family might care much more than he originally thought the did. cw: stealing, swearing, underage smoking, mentions of gambling and death a/n: idk why but Alfred makes me think of my grandad (which is ironic since I only know him from stories told by my family and I've never even met him) anyway let me know if you're interested in the first idea regarding the scene with (name) and Alfred that I scrapped worried it would be 'too graphic' based on this idea I had

When (name) wakes up, the sun hasn't even risen. He's not sure about the exact time, as there's no clock in the room he was made to stay in, his phone still at his house, hidden away in fear of situations like this. The boy turns onto his back, his eyes wide open, not daring to fall back asleep. He tries to think of his next course of action. (Name) was hoping to run off during his trip to grab his clothes, but with the butler accompanying him, that won't be possible. And not really due to the age of the man, but simply because the boy doesn't want Alfred to get in trouble. He decides to come up with a different idea another time, hopefully with one that wouldn't get, what seems to be, the only worker in the manor.

Once (name) notices the first rays of light coming into the room, he decides it's probably time to move out of bed. Only then does he notice the grumbling of his stomach. (Name) sighs, walking into the bathroom; he'll have to look for a kitchen later.

The teenager checks the corridor twice, making sure he won't bump into someone as he's trying to find the kitchen. (Name) steps out of the room, doing his best to not make any unnecessary noises. He walks down the same set of stairs that he did the previous day, walking from one room to another until he finds the one he was looking for. Once in the kitchen, he opens the fridge, grabbing a few things that could make a decent breakfast. The boy doesn't take anything that he deems as 'too fancy' for his tastes, opting for simple vegetables and other produce. Stuff he figures nobody will really notice the absence of. The teenager is so focused on filling his stomach that he doesn't notice another person entering the room.

"Mast—, (name), if you were hungry, you could've come to find me. I would be happy to make you something." Butler speaking up causes the boy to jump up. He turns around; the food he made for himself is in his hands.

"It's alright, Alfred," (name) reassures, looking away, like a child caught doing something they shouldn't. "I don't mind making my own food."

"I know you don't, but next time, please don't be afraid to ask me. That's what I'm here for." Alfred smiles, deciding against pressing on the matter.

Alfred begins to smoothly move around the kitchen, grabbing ingredients and other things he needs to cook a meal. (Name) watches the man working as he eats the food he prepared. He debated going into a dining room but decided against it, worried that since the butler starts making breakfast, the rest of the family will get down to eating there. The boy isn't interested in meeting any of them.

"I don't have any work until lunch," Alfred announces, making (name) tilt his head in confusion. "I was thinking we could grab your clothes. That way I could wash the ones you are wearing in the afternoon," he adds, pointing at the boy's outfit with a butter knife.

"Works for me, I guess." (Name) shrugs, finishing up his food. Alfred notices the boy hesitating on what to do with the dish, so he decides to speak up.

"Just leave them in the sink; I'll put them in the dishwasher later." He points toward the appliance.

(Name) carefully puts the dishes into the sink, looking back at the butler for approval. Once Alfred smiles at him, telling him he should go and get ready so they can leave after the rest of the family eats their breakfast. The teenager takes one last look at the butler before leaving the kitchen. He makes his way back, the journey much easier now that he had done that once. He finds the staircase, slowly making his way up. When (name) is almost at the top, he notices something on the wall, close to the ceiling. As he walks up higher, he recognises the object. It appeared to be a surveillance camera. (Name) doesn't stop to give it a closer look, not wanting anyone who watches through them to notice his interest in the object. The presence of the camera changes the boy's plans as he decides to spend the next few days checking where the rest of them are. He'll also need a plan on avoiding some of them to make himself harder to find.

As he enters 'his' room, the first thing (name) does is grab his hoodie. The one he hid under the pillow the previous night, just in case. As he puts it on, he realises he should clean up a bit or at least fix the bed , not wanting anyone else to touch the place he's sleeping on. The boy makes sure to make it in a different way to make it easier for him to tell if somebody was messing with it. With some more time to spare, (name) looks out the window, looking at the garden. He also looks over the fence further into the property, wondering if it has any loose spots, making his escape easier.

(Name) doesn't move from his spot next to the window when somebody knocks on his door. He tells them to come in, his eyes moving to the door. Alfred comes inside the room, noticing that the boy seemed to have made the bed. He also notices that it was made differently from how the beds are usually done in the manor, but he decides not to dwell on it too much. The butler figures that it must be the only way the teenager was taught how to fix it.

Alfred let the boy know that he's ready to leave whenever the teenager is. (Name) puts his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, nodding that he's ready. Both of them returned downstairs, this time moving opposite to where the kitchen was. To the boy's disappointment, Alfred leads him outside and not to the garage, where he could judge 'his father's' taste in cars; the boy frowns at the missed opportunity.

There's a car parked in the driveway; it looks slightly different than the one he was brought in. Alfred opened the door, his hand gesturing for the boy to get inside. (Name) sits onto the backseat of the car, the butler closing the door behind him. The boy plays with the hem of his hoodie, waiting for Alfred to walk around the car to start driving.

The car ride is mostly silent, save for (name) giving out directions to the butler. The boy enjoys the lack of words leaving Alfred's mouth, making him think that the whole journey might not be such a pain after all. (Name) lets the man know that his apartment building is on the left, ending the ride. Alfred finds a spot to park the car, hoping nobody will damage or, worse, steal it. After he makes sure the car is securely locked, he turns towards the building the boy is already at the entrance of. He tries not to show it, but the state of the building fills him with worry. Is it really where the boy was living? The paint chipping off the outside walls, exposing the brick, and the cracks surrounding the windows. The building was most definitely not up to any code and probably shouldn't even be lived in.

Even though worries of the building collapsing filled Alfred's head, he still followed the boy inside. As they were making their way up the stairs, an older woman came out of the flat on the bottom floor, probably hearing their steps.

"Ah, (name), good to finally see you. You're a few days late to rent," she informs, glancing at the boy, then looking at Alfred from head to toe, the man getting uncomfortable under her judgemental stare. "I tried knocking, hoping your mom would pay, but it seemed that nobody was home."

"Sorry, Mrs Smith. Mom is busy with work, you know how she gets," (name) explains, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I'll bring it to you in a bit," he promises with a shy smile.

The woman nods, taking another look at Alfred, before walking back inside her flat. He doesn't ask the boy about the lie he told Mrs Smith, knowing it's probably for the best that she wasn't aware that only the boy lives in the apartment. They resume their walk up the stairs until (name) stops at one of the floors, walking down the hallway. The butler watches him stop at one of the cracks in the wall and take out a key from it. The boy then stops in front of a door further down the hall, opening it with a key.

(Name) doesn't look back to see if Alfred is following behind him. He doesn't want to see the look of disgust the butler must have upon seeing the condition of the place the boy calls home. What the teenager isn't aware of is that Alfred doesn't look at it all with disgust but rather concern.

The flat is in much better shape than Alfred anticipated. It was mostly clean, other than the empty instant noodle packets and some other everyday litter. There was a blanket thrown over an old couch that looked like it had seen better days. As (name) disappears in what the butler believes to be a bedroom, Alfred is left to look around the main room of the apartment. He checks the kitchen, his worry deepening after noticing the state of it on top of the oven that looks like a fire hazard.

(Name) double-checks the stuff he throws inside the bag. He puts inside whatever he decides he might need, even if it would just be used as a fire starter. The boy doesn't own many clothes, so putting them all randomly inside the bag wasn't hard. It took him minutes to grab all of his belongings. There weren't many things that belonged to his mother that (name) kept. Most of them he was forced to sell a long time ago, so he won't go hungry or have to pay rent. A few things that the boy kept, he also stuffed inside the bag, even if that meant leaving behind a few shirts so he could close it. The boy takes an envelope from under the mattress, checking if there's enough inside to cover this month's rent.

Walking back to the main area of the flat, (name) finds Alfred staring at something. As the boy walks closer to the man, he notices that Alfred is looking at the only picture the boy has of himself and his mother. (Name) doesn't know why the butler is staring at that picture so much, but he also doesn't care, snatching the picture away from Alfred's prying eyes. The man watches the boy put the photograph into a bag, carefully arranging it in between some shirts.

"I see that you packed your bag. Do you have everything?" Alfred asks, wanting to make sure neither of them would have to come back to this place.

"Not yet." (Name) puts his bag on the couch and walks towards the opposite side of the room, crouching next to a lamp.

Alfred sees the boy take out a flip phone, which doesn't surprise him after seeing the state of the flat. He figures it's the only phone he and his mother could afford. The butler uses the fact that (name) let go of his bag to grab it for the boy.

"Oh, it's fine. I can carry it myself," (name) says, putting the phone in his pocket. He steps closer to Alfred, trying to take the bag out of the butler's hands.

"Don't worry, (name), I'll make sure nothing happens to it." Alfred reassures the teenager, keeping a firm hold on the bag. "You just focus on locking up the place properly."

Both of them walk out of the flat. Alfred watches as the boy locks it and then puts the key into his pocket. (Name) wonders if he should give the key back to Mrs Smith, knowing that even if he could, it wouldn't be safe for him to return there. He walks down the stairs with Alfred following behind, stopping at Mrs Smith's apartment to give her the envelope. The boy returns the key as well, mentioning that he and his mother were moving out. The woman didn't ask any questions, figuring it's not her business. Both of them walk out of the apartment building, and Alfred lets out a sigh of relief. He didn't show it, but staying in a building that was in such a state was filling him with anxiety. The butler walks with (name) back to the car, putting the boy's bag into the trunk.

"Alfred, do you think we could visit her grave?" (Name) asked, his eyes focused on the ground before him. "I don't know when I'll be able to visit, and I'd hate to leave without saying goodbye."

"Of course, (name)." Alfred agrees with a soft smile. "I'd be happy to take you." The man closes the trunk, moving to open one of the back doors.

"Let's walk; it's not far," (name) suggests, not seeing a point in turning on a car to drive such a short distance.

"Lead the way." Alfred closes the door, still smiling.

(Name) was right about the cemetery not being far, as the journey takes less than ten minutes. From the moment they entered the cemetery, (name) was only looking at the ground as if afraid to look at any of the graves. Alfred, on the other hand, takes a moment to read some of the names written on the graves. He's so distracted that he almost misses (name) stopping in front of one of them. Alfred stands next to the boy, whose expression he couldn't read. The man then looks at the grave, reading the words on the gravestone.

(Mother's name) (Last Name) beloved mother Born xx-xx-xxxx Died xx-xx-xxxx

"It's been…" Alfred begins to speak, but the words are caught in his throat.

"Seven years, yeah," (name) finishes, his eyes never leaving his mother's gravestone.

"You were only ten." Alfred's cracks, trying so hard not to imagine a little boy burying his mother all by himself. "How did nobody find out?"

"If you know where to go, they won't ask you questions." (Name) shrugs, finally looking up at Alfred. "Mrs Smith's late husband helped me bury her, only wanting some money so he could gamble behind his wife's back. Honestly, I'm kind of surprised he never mentioned my mother's death to her."

Neither of them moved for a while after that. Alfred is still trying to understand how this boy managed to survive on his own for so long. He pitied the boy, wishing Bruce had found out sooner about him. Maybe then, (name)'s life would be a little easier.

The drive back to the manor is quiet, with Alfred checking on the boy's wellbeing in the rearview mirror. The butler wants to say something, anything that could bring comfort to (name). No words seemed good enough; after all, what could you say to a teenager who lost his mother almost a decade ago?

Back in the manor, (name) uses the need to unpack his bag as an excuse to get away from the butler. The boy makes his way back to 'his' room, closing the door shut behind himself. He doesn't take out much from his bag, only a fresh set of clothes, some underwear and the picture of his mother. He changes into the clothes, wondering if he should throw the old ones to the humper or ask Alfred if he can wash them himself. The teenager ends up putting them in the hamper, knowing that the butler would find a reason for the boy to not wash them himself.

(Name) makes sure his bag is hidden under his bed before heading out of his room to look for more cameras. The boy roams the hallways of the manor, hoping that he looks like a clueless child exploring his new home. He tries to remember as many locations of the devices as possible. He hopes to ask Alfred for some paper and pens to write them down later, but in the meantime his memory has to be enough. (Name) turns around after hitting a dead end, deciding to look for the butler for his request, when he bumps into someone. The man had broad shoulders, partially hidden behind the grey hoodie, his hair messy, like he’d just run a hand through it — dark, tousled. Man's vibrant blue eyes, running over (name)'s younger frame.

"Hey, you're new here, right?" The man asks with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He only earns a shrug from (name), making the man let out an awkward cough. "Anyway, have you seen Tim? He's not in his room."

(Name) shakes his head, his brows furrowed slightly. The man already established that he's new here; how could he know where Tim is? The man with blue eyes leaves, understanding that he won't get the answer from the boy. The teenager finds that the more he learns about 'his' father's family, the less interested he becomes in interacting with any of them.

(Name) decides that it's enough of being outside of his room for the day, returning to the only space in the manor he feels somewhat safe in. The boy spends the next hour or so recalling the locations of the cameras he saw like a mantra.

The boy is so wrapped up in remembering the cameras that he doesn't notice the sun beginning to set on the horizon. The knock on the door made (name) jump slightly, not expecting anyone to bother him in 'his' room. He lets the person behind the door know that they're welcome to come inside. The door opens, Alfred coming inside with a smile.

"(Name), I was wondering if you'd like to join the rest of the family for dinner tonight?" Alfred asks, the smile not leaving his face. The boy is about to decline when Alfred speaks up: "It would not only mean a lot to your father to see you getting along with the rest of the kids but to me as well."

Alfred watches the boy hesitate, possibly laying out the options, before agreeing. (Name) decides that meeting the rest of the family wouldn't hurt. Knowing who to avoid could be useful for him in the long run.

"Alfred? Do you think I could get some paper and a pen?" (name) asos, following behind the butler.

"Of course," Alfred smiles, his voice soft. "I'll make sure to put a notebook and some pens in your room after dinner."

You thank the man, taking a deep breath as you enter the dining room. You take a look around the table, not failing to notice all of the seats being taken. Alfred wonders why you don't sit down, so he also checks the table, noticing as well the lack of space for the boy.

"I invited Connor over," said the one in the hoodie, barely looking up from his plate. "Figured it wouldn’t hurt."

"It’s not like he ate with us yesterday," the youngest muttered, arms crossed and tone sharp, not missing a beat.

"Still, I believe you—" the butler began to speak, hoping to resolve the issue and still have (name) join the table.

"It's alright, Alfred." The boy interrupts the man's sentence, not seeing a point in staying in the room. "I would rather eat in my room anyway," (name) assures, hoping to just leave.

The butler sighs, fixing up a plate for the boy. (Name) hangs around the man, trying to ignore the stares at everyone sitting at the table. He grabs the plate from Alfred, thanking him. He can't help but overhear a conversation that started the moment they noticed him leaving.

"He's so weird," a voice that sounded like it belonged to the youngest spoke. "His mother should've raised him better." After hearing that (name) was close to returning to the room, giving the child a piece of his mind, but another voice stopped him from doing so.

"You shouldn't say that he's still your sibling." (Name) wasn't quite sure whose voice belonged to, but he was glad somebody was telling the child off.

"You don't know shit, Conner," the youngest spoke again. (Name) suddenly wishes he took a better look at the people at the table so he could know how the boy looked.

Back in his room, (name) eats his dinner in peace, trying not to dwell on what the youngest Wayne said. Around the time the boy finishes his meal, Alfred comes around, as promised, carrying a notebook and a few pens. He puts them down on the desk with an apologetic smile. The boy uses the moment to ask the butler if he needs any help around the manor, mentioning that helping the man clean up would make it a great way to explore the place. The butler assures him that he's more than capable of taking care of the manor and that the teenager doesn't have to worry about others looking at him weirdly, most of them being used to kids roaming the place. It's almost a weekly occurrence that somebody walks the halls of the manor trying to learn its layout for the first time.

The next day (name) decides to take Alfred's words to heart and continue roaming the manor. The boy eats his breakfast in the butler's company, who still insists that he could make something for (name). The teenager moves to a different wing of the manor, hoping that, by expanding the knowledge about the layout, he could leave the place without ever being noticed.

As (name) walks deeper into the new wing of the manor, he finds himself growing anxious, the true size of the place finally hitting him like a truck. The boy feels trapped in the maze of the hallways. He doesn't pay proper attention to his surroundings anymore, no longer looking around for cameras, his mind fixated on returning to more familiar parts of the manor. (Name) rounded a corner too fast and collided straight into someone.

"Sorry," he blurted out, stumbling a step back. "I got kind of lost."

The guy he bumped into barely flinched. Tall, athletic build, warm brown skin, tight curls cropped close. Dressed casually but sharp: sneakers, dark jeans, and a long-sleeved shirt rolled at the elbows like he was always ready for something. (Name) recognises the boy from the family dinner fiasco.

"Nah, you’re good; don’t worry about it," the guy said with a relaxed grin. "You’re new here, right?"

"Oh, yeah," (name) nodded, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Wow, didn’t know Bruce adopted another one." He extended a hand. "I’m Duke. Nice to meet you."

"(Name)," the boy replied, accepting Duke's hand and shaking it.

"I could show you around if you want." Duke offers a wide smile on his face.

"I’d rather explore blind; it helps with feeling the vibes of the space." (name) shook his head. Duke laughed a little at that, and it wasn’t mocking, no, it sounded like he got it.

"Maybe I could join you?" Duke asks, eager to get to know the new addition to the family. It was his first time meeting 'new meat', after all.

"Sorry," (name) said, not unkindly, just honestly. "I’d rather do that by myself."

"That’s fine," Duke replied, a smile never leaving his face. "If you ever need company, my room’s around the corner, third door on the left. I’ll be happy to hang out with you."

And with that, the other boy is gone, leaving (name) alone with his thoughts. He's not sure what to think of the teenager that he just met.

(Name) resumes his journey, this time much less anxious as his mind focuses on playing the meeting with Duke over and over again. With him being all in his head, it was only a matter of time before (name) bumped into somebody again. Luckily for the teenager, this time it was Alfred who offered to help him find his way back to his room.

The boy spends the rest of the day cooped up in his room, only leaving for lunch that's accompanied by the butler. The rest of the time, (name) focuses on writing down the plans of the manor. He excludes the part he explored today, labelling it as being too far and too complicated to navigate for him to use it as his escape route. After dinner, which is also eaten with the butler, (name) asks Alfred if he could check out the garden.

"Of course, (name)," the butler smiles, happy that the boy decides against spending the evening in his room. "Just put on a hoodie; it's getting colder."

(Name) nods as if he wasn't already planning on grabbing one. He retreats to his room, putting on a hoodie and hiding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his pocket. On his way out to the gardens, he doesn't meet anyone, the manor feeling colder than the outside.

The boy finds a secluded area in the back of the garden, next to an overgrown pond. He takes out a cigarette, lighting it. (Name) inhales the smoke, filling his lungs with it. His body relaxes in the places he wasn't aware he was tense in. As the teenager smokes down half of the cigarette, it's taken out of his hands.

"I don't think it's good for you, kid," a man said, voice low and rough, like gravel under boots, with just the slightest edge of concern buried beneath all that worn-out indifference.

He blinked, startled, watching as the man stepped back and crushed the cigarette under his boot without ceremony. Older—by a few years, maybe—leaning against the crooked base of a crumbling angel statue. Leather jacket, boots that had seen better fights, and eyes that looked like they didn’t sleep much unless knocked out cold. He didn’t smile. Didn’t really look at him, either. Just knew exactly what he was doing.

"Isn’t it, like, the whole point of them?" he said, irritation bleeding through.

"Don’t play smart with me," the guy shot back. "I don’t care if your mother died; you shouldn’t go around smoking. It’s bad for the image."

"You don’t look like someone who gives a fuck about the image of this family," (name) laughed, short and sharp.

"Because I don’t." A small, crooked smirk. "But I don't want to listen to everybody's whines." The guy kicked a stone into the pond.

"Who are you anyway?" The guy looked at (name) sideways, like deciding whether or not to answer.

"None of your business." And with that, the guy turns around, walking down the path to the manor, not looking back to see if (name) takes out another cigarette.

Later that night, after a shower, (name) takes out the notebook. He carefully crafts a plan, hoping to leave the manor forever by the end of the week. The boy makes sure to plan out every possible outcome in case somebody notices him as (name) leaves. The boy also plans out an idea if somebody from the family were to find him.

The next few days, (name) makes sure to act as unalarming as possible. He's hoping to not attract attention from any of the residents of Wayne Manor. The boy continued eating his meals with the butler, the man being the only person in the family he was interacting with. The nights were spent polishing up the plan.

The boy started to believe he was getting away with the plans until one of the lunches with Alfred, the one less than two days before leaving the manor. Both of them were eating their food in silence, as they usually did. The butler's brows were furrowed, him trying to think of a way to approach something that he worried might be a sensitive topic.

"(Name), I couldn't help but notice that you haven't unpacked your bag yet," the man begins, his voice calm in order not to scare the boy. "Any particular reason as to why?"

"It's just… hard." (name) only partially lies, knowing that even if he wasn't planning on escaping, he would probably be too scared to unpack. "Feels like I'm letting go of my life. Of my mother?" The butler nods, understanding where the boy is coming from.

Over the course of the next few days, (name) starts preparing to leave the manor. He collects snacks with long expiration dates in his room, forcing them between the clothes in his bag. Every night, before falling asleep, the boy goes over the plan, looking for any loopholes.

The day of the escape comes faster than the boy expected. That night, (name) stays awake until late at night; the clock struck three in the morning. He stands up from the bed he was sitting on, pulling a hoodie over his head. The teenager grabs his bag before taking another look over his room to make sure he doesn't leave anything behind. The manor is quiet, almost as if he were the only one in there.

(Name) already knows where to go; the window he picked up was found with ease, no light needed. As he reaches it, he hopes he's not wrong about the wines next to the window being strong enough to hold his weight. (Name) swings his legs over the window, taking one last look down the corridor, making sure nobody is watching. He throws the bag onto the ground before grabbing the wines. The boy places his steps carefully, slowly making his way down. Once he feels like he's low enough, he lets go of the vines, landing on the ground. From there the journey is easy, a few metres to the fence. Getting over it wasn't a problem with (name) having experience in jumping fences from his nightly stealing escapades.

The second the boy is on the other side of the fence, he starts running down the street, not looking back at the manor. He felt like a little kid, worried to spot 'his' father, or worse, Alfred, right behind him. (Name) only slows down when he reaches further into the city.

The teenager finds an abandoned building as far away from the manor as possible. In there he spends a few days, living mostly off the snacks he sneaked out and some questioning-looking water he found. He doesn't leave the building, not wanting anyone to spot him and alarm 'his' father.

Even after the snacks run out, the boy waits a whole other day before leaving the safety of the building. A bag hanging from his shoulder as he finds the right shop to 'borrow' things from. (Name) hangs around, mostly hidden in the shadows, waiting for the shop to close for the night.

With the precision of a surgeon, the boy picked the lock on the backdoor, allowing him to enter. He places some food and a few water bottles inside his bag, getting ready to leave. He stops in front of the cash register, wondering if there's any money in there. The boy decides to take his chance, forcing the register open. Luckily for him, there were a few bills that he grabbed. Maybe thanks to them, his next trip to a shop would be without breaking in. On his way out, (name) makes sure to grab a few packs of cigarettes, figuring it wouldn't hurt.

After leaving, the boy makes sure to make the lock look like it wasn't picked. He felt a little bad stealing from the owner and didn't want someone else to use the opening in the shop's security to steal even more things. (Name) lets out a sigh of relief, knowing the hardest part of the night is over and the only thing left to do is find another spot to camp in.

"Pretty sure your father wouldn't be happy about this," a low voice spoke behind (name), making him jump, scared.

The boy turned around to see who spotted him. (Name) sees a man dressed in black, a cape moving with the wind. The teenager recognises the man, knowing there's only one person in Gotham that's dressed like that. It's Batman.

"I'm pretty sure he hasn't noticed my absence." (name) feels confident, knowing the worst Batman could do is put him in timeout or something. No kill rule and all. "He'll live."

(name) is ready to leave, then the man grabs him by the collar. Batman starts dragging the boy somewhere, ignoring the yells and thrashing around them from the teenager. (Name) is so focused on trying to get the man to let go that he doesn't notice the two of them entering a building.

"Don't worry, Batman, we'll take it from here." A voice that belonged to Commissioner Gordon snapped the teenager out of the daze he was in. His head shot towards the Commissioner.

Batman lets go of the boy, who's instantly grabbed by two police officers. Same ones who brought him in all those days ago. The officers lead him towards the back of the station, putting him in the same cell he was sitting in the first time they caught him. The workers leave, grabbing the boy's bag, ignoring his protests. (Name) isn't left alone in the cell for long, Commissioner Gordon joining him soon enough.

"Don't worry; you'll get your bag back when your father comes and picks you up in the morning," the man assures, a tired look on his face.

The commissioner was hoping to never see the boy in such a space, remembering how much trouble he went through with finding the (name)'s biological father. As neither of them are in the mood to talk, Gordon doesn't stay long in the cell. He sees that the boy was away from the manor for at least a few days, judging by the dirt on the boy's clothes.

Gordon tells the boy to get some sleep, reminding him that his father will be notified in the morning about what he's done. With that, the commissioner leaves. (Name) looks around, a sense of déjà vu hitting him. It wasn't a long time since he left the cell.

(Name) lies down, wondering what he'll tell the person that would pick him up. He's not sure who he should hope for. ' His' father? Maybe it's not like he cares what the man thinks. Alfred? The boy knows that he's more likely to be picked up by the man, which scares him. (Name) isn't sure he'll be able to look into the butler's eyes after a stunt like that.

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anyarose011 · 2 months ago

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Born Too Late: "Death by a Thousand Cuts"

Pairing: DBF!Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x Reader

Summary: Your stepfather (not your actual father, let's make that clear), helped you out and scored you a job as one of the Medical Trauma's social workers. Moving off of the night shift from your first week, you figured that you'd seen all the worst things you could. It doesn't help that, at the start of your first day shift, the man you had an...interesting few encounters with at a local cafe, is your supervisor...What's twelve hours in an ER with him?

Part 1 of 3 (Masterlist)

Warning(s): Descriptions of Past Smut, Heavy Age Gap [Reader is in her mid-late 20s] Swearing, Past Parental Death, and Inevitable Medical Inaccuracies.

My Brain Randomly on a Sunday: "You know what? Fuck you guys! *Realistic DBF!Robby x Reader, with a sprinkle of Whitacre, King, and/or Santos x Reader (depending on what your poison is) and a 'Lost in your 20s' feel*". Lmao, yeah this idea just came to me out of the blue and I had to get it down. Now usually, I'm not a fan of the Dad's Best Friend Trope, but I think I've found a way to make it tasteful while also keeping some of the ✨drama✨. I've taken a huge inspiration from Shiva Baby, which also taps into a more realistic age gap relationship and feeling like the world is ending post-graduation (am I feeling this too? Idk). I'm also more personally experienced with the social/psychological aspect of the show, and wanted Kiara to have a partner because she was put through the wringer in the first season, so I decided to make reader a social worker. I hope I do this justice!

Word Count: 4.9k

��Fuck me!” Your roommate, Kimi, groaned into the toilet bowl seat beside you once she finished vomiting.

You rubbed her back as you continued to put on mascara. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s been twenty-four hours!” She groaned, staring up at you. “Do you think you could squeeze me in today at your job?”

“Go to Urgent Care if you keep puking.” You answered.

Kimi rested her head against the seam of your pants. It was six in the morning, and you had no idea how she had so much energy. “I thought you only worked nights.”

You weren’t a doctor, nor were you a nurse, but a secret third thing: A social worker. You graduated from your master’s program a year prior, taking a job at a senior center. To you, it was boring as shit, so you left several months later. Turns out, in this economy, job security was more important than job stimulation; and it wasn’t necessarily easy to find work with your degree.

So…someone had done a favor for you. That someone being your stepfather; the Night Shift Attending.

Everyone had known Jack Abbott was your stepfather by midnight on your first shift. There was some teasing by Ellis and Shen, but other than that, nothing. You wouldn’t call it ‘nepotism’. Jack was in the picture since you were fifteen, and you’d only called him ‘dad’ once.

It was when he found you tucked away in the corner at your mother’s funeral, unable to stand. He just held you there, not saying anything. One would’ve thought you’d grow closer to him after that; but you were twenty-two when your mother died, and he’d only been married to her for five years. You didn’t necessarily want to know him more.

Of course, then you let it slip one day that you were trying to find a job in social work, and he had to swoop in and save the day. Still, how could you complain?

You finished your makeup and helped Kimi stand. “I did last week. I’m doing the day now to see which one I like.”

She washed her hands. “Do mornings so we can talk more. Like,” she smirked as she dried her hands. “Why didn’t you come home last Saturday night?”

Laughing, you left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen, packing your lunch. She followed after you, leaning over the breakfast bar.

“Come on!” She begged. “I gave you a few days to play coy, now spill!”

You grinned from ear to ear. “I went home with a guy.”

“Fork found in kitchen. Who was it?!”

“The one from Big Dog.”

Her face dropped into disgust. “The old Jewish guy?”

You sneered. “A, his name’s Michael, and B, it’s weird that’s how you remember him.”

“Girl, how old is he?!” She laughed.

“Forty-five? I don’t know.” You did know: fifty-one, but you couldn’t say that.

Kimi tossed herself onto the sofa. “You’ve been talking to this guy for like a month, and you don’t know. Is he even that cute?”

Of course he was. His eyes were quite possibly the kindest ones you’d ever seen on a man, and he smiled at almost everything. Beauty standards be damned; you don’t give a shit if smiling “causes early wrinkles”.

After packing your lunch, you walked into the sitting room and sat on the floor, resting your back against the couch. “I think so.”

“You like rat-looking men.”

You shoved her. “Now stop it!”

“No, you do!” She relented. “You’ve always liked the ugly ones.”

“Kimi.”

“Sorry, the unconventionally attractive ones.”

If you had a death wish, you would say that she had no right to judge. You at least knew that Michael didn’t have a single baby mama, and you weren’t in an off again on-again relationship with him every few weeks. Besides, at least it was obvious that you could tell he showered; unlike her “true love”.

But, that was always Kimi. You weren’t best friends in undergrad, but got along enough to where, after going a few years of not talking after graduation, you reconnected, and she asked you to be her roommate. So, you had been living with her for seven months, and it wasn’t….so bad.

Well, unless her ex-boyfriend (that’s who Trent was at the time of this) would come over. Besides the fact he was open about getting two separate women pregnant (he had three daughters), he had a short fuse. You made one joke about his favorite movie being basic, and he threw a plastic cup in your direction.

That was the first time Kimi broke up with him; then took him back two weeks later.

“He’s sweet.” You settled upon defending Michael. “He’s ridiculously smart too and can hold a conversation.”

It was something out of a 2000s romcom how you met him. There you were at Big Dog Coffee one early morning a month ago when he quite literally bumped into you, spilling your coffee onto the floor. Thankfully, it didn’t get on you, and he attempted to joke about how you wouldn’t have to take off your shirt to check for burns.

It was awkward, that beat of silence where the realization of what he said settled in. Then, you laughed, and it wasn’t so strange anymore. You fell into effortless conversation that only lasted ten minutes before you both had to leave. You thought that’s where the story ended.

Then, he was there the next time you went, and you talked for hours. He was a doctor but didn’t say where; if anything, the two of you barely discussed work and that was fine with you. He wasn’t always there when you went to get coffee. You managed to get it out of him that there were times he’d see you in the window but wouldn’t go in, not wanting to make you think he was stalking you.

A man who went out of his way to not make you feel uncomfortable? Of course you were attracted to him.

“So,” Kimi teased. “tell me how sweet he was when he took you home.”

You giggled. “He kissed me.”

“And?”

“And kissed me,” you smiled at the memories. “and kissed me, and kissed me, and-.”

Kimi talked over you as you repeated yourself. “I mean, he’s probably ready for the grave so I get he can’t do a lot but-.”

“-And kissed me between my legs,” you snuck in. “and kissed me and-.”

“-Woah!” Kimi laughed. “Back up, how was it?”

You looked back at her, feeling yourself blushing. “His beard was soaking.”

She screamed, causing you to as well into fits of laughter. She shook you, hugging you from behind. “Okay, grandpa!”

“Stop!” You shoved her. “God, I feel weird now.”

“How long did he go?”

“Like…almost three times I think?”

“Three?! At his age?!”

“I mean, his back started hurting-.”

“-Oh my god!” She hollered. “Have you seen him since?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Well, you got his number, right?”

“No.”

“You’re the fucking worst!”

“It’s not like we’re gonna date!” You rationalized. “I like talking to him, but I don’t wanna be forty or fifty when my husband dies.”

“Who said he’d be your husband?”

“You know what I mean.”

She sighed. “Okay, what else did he do?”

You stood up after looking at the time. “I gotta go to my shift.”

“Come on!”

“I promise,” you slipped on your shoes. “I’ll recreate every position we did when I get home.”

But there were some things she didn’t get to know. Like how you and Michael were both nervous to the point of laughter, how he apologized profusely for not lasting long the first time, but you didn’t care; it was raw, and it was all real. You still wondered how that didn’t scare you.

“You better.” Kimi laid back down. “Have a good day.”

“Call if you need anything.” You took your keys and purse before leaving. It was a bit of a longer drive to the hospital from your apartment, but you didn’t mind driving. You’d grown up in Pittsburgh, so you could essentially drive downtown with your eyes closed.

It was strange arriving at the hospital in the morning when you were so used to leaving. You wondered if the time change would be the worst thing you’d deal with that day, but upon seeing your stepfather still there when you arrived, that was only the beginning.

“Hey kiddo.” He greeted, his bag over his shoulder as he walked outside.

You thinned your lips. “Dr. Abbott.”

“You ready?”

“You said day shifters are more type A.”

He snickered. “Yeah, you gonna be able to adjust?”

“I think so…” you bounced on the balls of your feet. “Uh, how was your shift?”

“Not bad.” he shrugged. “We had three patients come in from sex injuries.”

“Shit, that’s more than last week!”

He laughed. “Yeah, you wanna know the worst one?”

“Please no, it’s seven in the morning.”

“Alright.” He backed down. “So, you’re gonna stick close mainly with Kiara and sometimes Lupe if shit goes bad-.”

“-I know.” It’s as if he hadn’t already told you this. “‘The Attending’s Robby who means well but has a stick up his ass sometimes, so don’t take it personally.’ I got this.”

He smiled. “Yeah, you do.” His eyes then traveled to the direction of the parking lot, and he huffed. “Hey, we were just talking about you!”

You turned your gaze and felt your heart leap into your throat. There, approaching the two of you, with the same hair, same eyes, and same nose…was Michael.

Shit…

“All good things, I hope!” He yelled back, not making out your figure yet.

“I got your newest social worker here.” Jack introduced you, and once Robby got close enough, you saw recognition settling in his eyes. It was only for a moment, forcing himself to remain smiling.

Robby looked at Abbott. “This is uh, this your daughter?”

“Stepdaughter.” Left your mouth before you could stop yourself.

Jack snorted. “I was gonna say I found you on the side of the road, but that’ll do.”

All Robby did was hum, nodding. “Well, I’ll make sure she stays out of trouble, even though that’s more Kiara’s job.”

“She’s a tough cookie.” He pat your shoulder. “I think she’ll make the day shift her bitch.”

“Jack.” You nudged him, clutching your purse.

“I’m sure she will.” Robby forced a laughed. “See you in twelve hours, brother.”

Oh, shut up. You thought, dreading the day ahead and turning your eyes to the ground.

Jack nodded, brushing by him to leave. “See you in twelve hours. And be nice to her!”

“I will!” Robby yelled back.

When it was just the two of you, that was when everything started settling into you like a parasite under your skin. The older guy you talked to for hours upon hours at a simple café, the same older guy you slept with just that last weekend…was technically your supervisor.

“Good morning.” He greeted as if he hadn’t acknowledged you until Abbott was gone.

You finally looked up at him. “Good morning.”

Then you walked through the hospital doors. Of course, he was on your tail.

“Alright, all on the table, did you know?” He asked.

You scoffed. “How the hell do you get ‘Robby’ from ‘Michael’?”

“Dr. Robinavitch.”

“Shit.” You shut your eyes. “And no, I didn’t know.”

He sighed as you both entered the stairwell. “Okay. Are you able to keep this…professional?”

“I’m so professional, I don’t even want to say another word about this even when we’re done with a shift.” You rolled your eyes.

“We have to talk about this sometime.”

“No, we don’t.” You stopped on the stairs, knowing no one else was around. “I’ve already agreed I never want to see you again outside of work because…well, obviously.”

“Yeah?” He rose his brows, then shrugged. “Okay.”

“Okay.” You walked back down. “Cool, cool, cool.”

It wasn’t, but you had to say that because you were going to have to spend twelve hours with a bunch of new people and him. When you arrived in the lobby, you were astounded just to see how many people there were. All ranging from kids with bloody noses, to a middle-aged woman clutching her stomach, and an old man holding a rag to his face.

“Welcome to the morning shift.” Robby said from beside you.

Pushing past disgruntled people in line to harass Lupe, you and Robby entered the ED, or, as your stepfather had called it: ‘The Pitt’.

Upon entering, a woman with cornrows approached you, smiling and saying your first name; thank God she had a hint not to say your last one. “I heard you were coming in today.”

“Are you Kiara?” You shook her hand, feeling warmth flow through you at the sight of a friendly face.

“Yes, you’ll be shadowing me today just to still get the hang of the day shift.” She explained. “Hope that’s okay?”

“No, it’s great!”

You hadn’t realized Robby left until Kiara was leading you into a room to speak with a woman who had failed an overdose suicide attempt. What a way to start the day.

Much like anyone, there were different versions of you. There was you when you were with family (yes, including Jack), there was you when you were with Kimi, and there was you when you were at work.

That was the one you could barely recognize yourself.

Still, you were pretty damn good at it. Almost like a chameleon, you could morph into whatever you or someone else needed you to be. Usually, it was the gentle and sweet girl anyone could talk to and share their deepest secrets with. While that part of you still existed on its own, it thrived while being a social worker.

Two hours later, after having only your second heart-to-heart with a patient that day, you ran into some familiar faces.

“Oh shit, Starshine!” Santos greeted as she looked away from the overhead monitor behind the front desk. You’d forgotten his name, but the boy beside her looked at you. He had bags under his eyes that you knew would never be covered even if he had all the concealer in the world. Yet, his own gaze was…kind.

You laughed as you approached them. “You gave me a nickname?”

“Well yeah,” she winked. “you made such an impression on me.”

That impression being the end of your third night shift, where you had drunk too much caffeine and, I shit you not, greeted most of the day shifters with: “Good morning, starshine!”

Trinity Santos and the Charles Dicken’s looking boy were your first victims.

You snorted. “I want to forget any of that happened.”

“I don’t.” She looked over at the boy. “Come on, Huckleberry, where’s your manners?”

He smiled shyly. “Sorry, how are you doing?”

“Don’t apologize.” You chuckled. “But I’m doing pretty good.”

“I thought you only worked night shifts?”

You shrugged. “I did last week. I’m trying out day ones; seeing what I like.”

“And?” Santos asked.

“I kinda like the vibe more here.”

“Just you wait.” She tisked, then turned on her heel and went to one of the rooms. That left you there with…Huckleberry.

“I’m sorry,” you smiled. “I actually don’t remember your name.”

He shook his head, mirroring your grin. “No, it’s good. Dennis Whitaker.”

You introduced yourself, but instead of using Jack’s surname you used your mother’s. “How long have you been here?”

“It’ll be three months on Friday.” He nodded.

“Wow, congrats. How’s it been?”

“I mean, the worst day was my first day.” He laughed humorlessly. “Everyday after that has been basically a cakewalk.”

“What happened your first day?”

He paused. “Pittfest.”

“Shit…” was all you could say.

“Yeah…” He pursed his lips.

“Hey,” a woman wearing a red sweatshirt said your name from behind you. “Kiara said you’re the new social worker. Could you come with me, please?”

“No problem.” You started following her, looking back at Whitaker. “See you later!”

You heard him utter a ‘see you later!’ behind you as you walked alongside the new woman.

“You’re usually on the night shift, I hear?” She asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She hummed, smiling. “None of that. Heather Collins. You’re probably getting overloaded with names.”

“I can keep up.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” She turned down the hall, lowering her voice. “Okay, so we got this young girl who came in a few months back. We think she’s being trafficked, but she didn’t say anything the last time; now she is. We need you to talk with the woman who came in with her.”

“About?” You were on top of it.

“Literally anything.” She explained. “Her new baby, movies, herself, just somethingto keep her preoccupied for a few minutes’ tops.”

Just as you were about to say ‘Okay’, a man poked his head from behind the corner, calling your name.

“Are you busy?”

Motherfucker, you cursed in your head. Why?!

“Back off, Robinavitch.” Collins rolled her eyes, yet you heard humor in her voice. “I got her first.”

He smiled the same smile you saw him wear every time he talked to you at the café. “Didn’t mean to interrupt you, ladies.”

“Ladies?” She stretched the word, glancing at you. “Is he serious?”

You swallowed thickly. “I think he is.”

Collins sighed, holding her hand out almost to comedically present him. “This is Dr. Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch, I assume you’ve already met him.”

“Yeah.” you said without missing a beat. “He was talking with Dr. Abbott outside before my shift started.”

She put her hands on her hips, looking at you closely before smiling. “You’re Jack’s kid.”

Luckily, you managed to bite your tongue before you could correct her with ‘step’. Unfortunately, Robby had his own words to say.

“Did you just steal her away to figure out if she was related to anyone,” he teased. “or do you actually need her?”

You and Collins mirrored each other’s somewhat disgusted faces as you looked at him. She responded first.

“Yeah, I actually need her. Do you need anything, Robby?”

“No, Heather, I’m good.” He shook his head, backing away. He looked at you. “If she’s ever hazing you, just tell me.”

You were quicker this time. “Everyone’s been telling me you do the hazing.”

Not exactly true; you just felt the need to say something sassy. Ultimately, that’ll probably kill you.

Still, while Robby rose his brows in shock, Collins snickered, grabbing your arm and leading your farther away. “Come one.”

When you both were outside the door and away from Robby, she composed herself. “Okay, that was funny, but maybe just in the future…tone it back a little?”

You nodded. “For sure. It won’t happen again.”

“No and he’s good about it.” She explained. “I know he can be a bit much sometimes, but…he’s good at what he does.”

Oh…oh they definitely fucked. You figured it out. …Shit…

And all you did was nod, then went in to distract the human trafficker. She was a bitch for sure, but your thousands of dollars in student debt paid off. You kept her busy for ten minutes, and two police officers showed up: one taking her into custody, and the other to process the victim.

Not even a minute after it was over, Robby found you to talk with two worried moms whose daughter had an asthma attack. Then after that, the most eventful thing was feeling a wetness between your legs.

No…not the good kind.

Rushing into the bathroom and into a stall, you yanked your pants and underwear down. There wasn’t enough blood to cause a scene, but regardless, you still started your period.

“Shit!” You hissed, as well as said every curse in the book.

“Are you okay?” A woman asked from the stall beside you, her voice somewhat deeper.

“Do you have a pad, or a tampon?” You asked, sitting on the toilet.

“Hold on, I got a pad in my locker.” She flushed the toilet then went to wash her hands.

You sighed. “Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it.” You heard the front door open and close. Soon after, she came back in and handed it to you under the stall.

You sighed happily. “You have saved at least one life today. I’m buying you lunch.”

“You really don’t-.”

“-Shut up, I do.” You opened the pad. “I can’t today, but some other time. Who are you?”

“Melissa King.”

You gave her your name, and then she left.

It somehow got busier the further you were into your shift. You had to skip lunch when a grandmother brought her grandson in after he fell climbing a tree and started going blind as she drove him to the ER. It was pure luck she herself didn’t go into cardiac arrest.

It was about three when you finally managed to slow down. You took your lunch out of the fridge in the breakroom and ate what you could. The moment you sat down was the moment Whitaker came into the room, breathing heavily as if he’d run a marathon.

“You good?” You asked.

He nodded. “Uh huh, yeah uh…I just…”

You stood up. “Can I take your hand?”

“Huh?” You repeated yourself, and all he did was nod. You helped him sit down in one of the chairs before getting a Styrofoam cup off the counter and filling it with tap water. Once you set that on the table, you sat beside him and opened the chocolate bar you brought.

“Go on.”

“No,” he shook his head, taking a drink of water. “I can’t, it’s your lunch-.”

“-And I doubt you had anything today.” You held the chocolate out to him.

He smiled shyly before taking a piece off the bar. “Thanks.”

You took a piece and popped it into your mouth. “So, you’re from Missouri?”

“Nebraska.” He corrected, eating more of the chocolate.

“Why’d Santos call you Huckleberry? That doesn’t make sense.”

He snickered. “Just assuming that all of the Midwest is the same I guess.”

“I mean,” you hummed. “all I really know about Nebraska is Ethel Cain and Children of the Corn.”

“No, but the movie wasn’t even filmed there.” He pointed out.

“What?”

“They didn’t film Children of the Corn in Nebraska; they did in Iowa.”

You furrowed your brow. “But…it takes place…in Nebraska.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” He laughed.

“So, what I’m hearing is that it doesn’t actually exist?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He played along. “In fact…I was never actually here.”

He slowly sank out of his seat and onto the floor, out of sight from you. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your chest, trying to smother it. It shouldn’t have been that funny, but aside from the delivery being impeccable, the case with the grandma really struck you so that’s why everything was now hilarious.

What wasn’t though, was the door opening, and seeing Robby being the reason it did.

“Hey Whitaker,” he stared right at him. “Mr. Lee’s asking for you.”

Whitaker stood up off the ground like a soldier as soon as Robby had looked at him. “Yeah, sorry. Thanks.”

Even when Whitaker left after thanking you, Robby stayed put, crossing his arms. “You doing alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah; it’s actually not that crazy.”

“We’re having a good day. You get along with everyone?”

Standard questions yet sprinkled with a tenseness you could see he held within himself. You pursed your lips, still meaning to remain professional.

“Yeah, really nice.”

“Should I ask a night shift resident if you distract them too?”

Okay, out of left field, but still, you were going to keep a cool head-.

“If I distract them?” You tilted your head.

“Just a question.”

“Yeah, and my answer is that he was freaking out so I just gave him some water and something to eat so he wouldn’t crash in the middle of the ER!” You scoffed.

He held his hands together, pointing them at you. “And thank you, but we never know when we need all hands-on deck. So, in the future, if you could keep it short-.”

“-He was in here for like two minutes.”

“The exact same amount of time it could take for someone to die.”

You surprised yourself and took a deep breath before responding; even though you could feel your blood boil beneath your skin.

“He’s a grown man; at least my age, but maybe a few years older. I think he can take care of himself, take accountability, and not blame some girl for it.”

Was the statement slightly targeted? Who’s to say?

Still, his eyes changed. Where they were once hardened with a mix of annoyance and passive-aggressive glee, they softened at the realization. He dropped your gaze and sighed.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, that was out of line.”

Shrugging, you stuck your hands in your pockets. “Bad day?”

“I’ve had worse.”

“I didn’t ask that.”

He looked at you, and for the first time that day, you saw Michael; the idiot who ran into you but didn’t spill his coffee on your body and then made a stupid joke he probably made at work. For a moment, it was as if neither of you had known what you found out at 7am that day. That you were both in the worst positions imaginable, job and personal wise.

Then, he was gone and was back to Dr. Robby. “Kiara said she was looking for you. I heard about a gunshot victim coming in; teenager, so his parents are gonna love that.”

You nodded. “I bet.”

With that, you went to find Kiara. Sure enough, there was a teenager who’d been shot, and two worried parents. Still, despite the mom talking down to you, you and Kiara managed to calm their nerves. Luckily, an hour later, the teenager woke up and could talk to his parents.

“Good job,” Kiara squeezed your shoulder. “I know that was rough.”

You nodded. “Yeah, it was.”

“Do you need to talk?”

You shook your head. “No, but thanks. Do you?”

One can only talk to so many people about injured or even dying loved ones. This was actually your first shift where no one had died. It should’ve been a great day just with that alone. Still, you had no idea what the rest of it had in store, and it was already five.

What was two more hours?

Kiara smiled. “I’m doing alright. I’m gonna go make my rounds, you should too.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.” You teased, and she left with a small skip in her step.

Sighing, you leaned against the front desk, looking up at the monitor. Someone lightly kicked your heel, and you turned to see who it was.

“Good evening, Starshine.” Santos bumped your shoulder with hers.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “I gotta start calling you something.”

“How about ‘Goddess’?”

“‘Satan’ suits you more.”

The two of you giggled, and just as you were about to ask her how the rest of her day was, she said.

“Rumor has it, you and my roommate were really hitting it off in the break room.”

Your immediate reaction was to laugh, yet your heart still stammered. “Yeah, he’s nice.”

“Uh huh,” she bit her lip. “how nice?”

Side-eyeing her, you answered politely. “Not like you.”

She snickered. “I can be nice.”

“Sure, Jan.”

“Who?”

“Brady Bunch?”

Santos shook her head. “Never took you to have an old soul, Starshine.”

You heard two women whisper to each other as they sat behind the desk. Santos made a face before responding in Tagalog. The two women only shook their heads, giggling to each other. Santos slipped her arm through yours, leading you away.

“Don’t pay attention to them.” She said lightly. “Princess and Perlah just like to think they know and see everything around here.”

“I guarantee you, they don’t.” It left your lips before it left your mind. You’d gotten too comfortable, and now it was going to bite you in the ass.

Santos’ face dropped into a shocked smile as you stopped outside one of the rooms. “What?!”

Your chest felt like it was being constricted by a snake as your skin turned cold. Swallowing, you attempted to cover it all up. “It’s nothing, I’m just saying-.”

“-What do you know?” She lowered her voice, pulling you off more to the side hopefully away from others. “Oh my god, what did you do?”

“Santos-.”

“-No,” She grinned like the devil. “who’d you do?”

It should’ve been easy to brush it off; to act like she was crazy to assume that you had a big secret just from a stupid statement. Yet, the longer you were silent, the deeper the pit you dug yourself into.

“I promise, I’ll keep quiet.” Santos held her pinky up. “Pinky swear.”

You finally found your words. “That doesn’t mean shit.”

“We’re not doing the pussy version.” She clarified. “If I say anything, you break my finger.”

“Girl-.”

The doors to the ER opened wide and in came two paramedics wheeling a woman on a gurney. She was sitting up and alert thankfully, and you could get a clearer view of her face, and the sound of her voice.

“Where the fuck is that bitch?!” Kimi yelled. “The one who hit us, where is she?!”

As the paramedics tried to quiet her, you saw another familiar face rush to Kimi’s side. He had the same greasy hair and overall feel about him that you knew would never leave. It was almost embarrassing how surprised you were that she got back with him.

Still, it wasn’t simply seeing Trent that was the worst part of your day.

…What was two more hours?

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bitters-n-sweets · 3 months ago

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seize the moment — michael "robby" robinavitch x fem!reader When a recurring patient returns to the ER after a medical scare, Robby is given another chance to finally ask her to stop running from what they yearned for

warnings: reader has a recurring illness that is unpredictable—i'm thinking epilepsy, but i have no history in medicine to fully dive in and accurately portray that in the fic, again, everything is googled. angst with happy ending. a/n: idk why writing robby is a challenge for me :)))) masterlist

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"We can't do this, Robby," you say, "I can't do this to you."

"You're not doing anything, okay? I want to be here. With you."

"You don't know what you want!" You yell, "You have no idea, Robby. This will eat you alive—the anxiety, the worry, the helplessness—it will break you down, and you’ll hate me for it."

"And label me selfish," You bite back a sob, "but I really don't want you to hate me that way. Anyone but you. I'm sorry."

Robby didn't get a chance to say anything, you'd left him.

[present day]

Robby sighs, eyes dragging over the whiteboard. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but something feels off. The air’s heavy. His skin itches with a bad feeling he can’t shake.

Then the doors slam open.

"We’ve got a known seizure patient!" the EMT calls. "Post-ictal when we found her—had another in transit, two minutes, generalized. She’s still unconscious."

Robby’s head snaps up. He jogs toward the gurney—and stops cold.

"Fuck," he mutters, already moving again. "Trauma Five."

Dana catches sight of her. "Is it—?"

"Yeah," Robby breathes. "It’s her."

It's been four months since Robby last saw you. That last time, you’d had another episode, but he was buried in patients and never made it to your bedside before you were discharged. He knows you’ve been avoiding him — ever since you decided it was better to end things before either of you got in too deep.

Robby’s known you since his early years of residency. It was your first episode, and though he wasn’t the one to take your case, he sat beside you anyway — waited until you woke up, and offered you hospital pudding, the only decent food in the place. He didn’t know why he stayed, not really, but when your eyes finally opened and he saw how scared you were, unsure of where you were or what had happened, he was glad he had. And so were you.

You're stable. Vitals steady. There's nothing to worry about now — you just have to wake up. And Robby's been at your side the whole time, not moving an inch. He’s making sure you don’t slip away this time. Not again.

Robby sighs, his hand wrapped gently around yours. He remembers when the two of you first started flirting — how you used to call him the handsome doctor with sad eyes, and how he’d call you sweetheart. Because you were. Still are, at least to him.

There were moments when he nearly broke — when the weight of it all pressed too hard, when he couldn’t see the point, couldn’t see the light. He was ready to quit, ready to fuck all, walk out of this hellhole and never look back. But then he'd go to see you. And somehow, you were always there—willing to listen, to take in all his mess, his flaws.

Even with everything you were going through, you still smiled. Still lit up the room. You were his light. You still are.

Then Robby finally worked up the nerve to ask you out. Years later. You were—unfortunately—hospitalized again, but the silver lining was that it gave him the chance to ask if you’d be his girlfriend. You said yes, gleefully.

The two of you went on a few dates, sweet and slowly getting to know each other. But after a few months, reality started to sink in. You realized Robby couldn’t have a normal relationship with you. Your condition wouldn’t allow it — no roller coasters, no jump-scare horror movies, no late-night parties that bled into sunrise. None of the reckless, youthful things a guy his age was supposed to enjoy.

And Robby said he didn’t care. Said he didn’t mind missing out. But you’d heard him turn down one too many party invitations, brush off plans with friends like they were nothing.

You told him to go, insisted you were fine on your own. But he always chose you instead. Always.

You were grateful, truly. But the guilt sat heavy in your chest. You couldn’t help but wonder if one day, he’d start to resent you for it.

That's when you broke up with him.

Robby lifts his head when he feels the faint twitch of your fingers. You’re stirring, slowly adjusting to the harsh hospital lighting as a groan escapes your throat.

"Hey," Robby calls out gently, "How are you feeling?"

You shift and can finally see who's hovering above you. The earthy, woody smell lets you know it's Robby right away. "Hey Robby."

"Hey sweetheart."

You want to scold him for calling you that, but you're still tired to do so.

"I'm here." He whispers.

And you look at him—really look at him—and wonder why he’s still doing this. Why he won’t let himself be happy. There are plenty of women out there who could give him everything he deserves. A simple life, a normal one. The kind that doesn’t come with unnecessary emergency room visits and fear tucked beneath every smile.

But he’s here. Still choosing you.

"You've been avoiding me."

"That, I have." You smile, guilty.

"And I'm still here for you. Always will."

"Robby—"

"Rest." He kisses your temple. "You're still recovering. We'll talk about this later."

You sigh as he steps out.

You're dischared a few hours later, and you try to sneak out without Robby catching you, but of course that's impossible.

As soon as you’re done changing and ease the door open, you bump right into a solid chest, and you hold your breath, knowing it's Robby. You don’t even have to look up to know his arms are crossed.

"Just gonna leave again?" He asks, visibly upset.

You wince and glance up at him, already forming some half-hearted excuse. "I didn’t want to make a scene."

"This isn’t a scene," he says. "This is me trying to talk to you. Something you’ve been avoiding for months."

You sigh and glance away, gripping the strap of your bag a little tighter. "Robby, don’t—"

"No. You don’t get to do that again," he cuts in, softer than you expect, but firm. "You don’t get to almost die, make me sit here all night thinking I’m going to lose you, and then walk out like none of it happened."

Your throat tightens. "It’s not fair to you."

"And you think just standing back, watching you go through this alone, not being able to hold you after—it’s somehow better?" His voice cracks. "You’re the reason I lose sleep, and the only thing that makes any of this feel worth it. That’s what you are to me."

You swallow hard, your gaze locked with his.

"Why won't you let yourself be happy?" Robby asks, and it hits you like a gut punch—for a second, you almost laugh at the irony.

You let out a breath. A long, shaky thing that trembles in your chest.

"It’s not that I don’t want to be happy," you say quietly. "I just… I don’t want you to end up hating me."

Robby flinches like the words hit harder than he expected.

You press on, voice barely holding steady. "People don’t stay. They try, at first. They say it doesn’t matter. That they can handle it. But then it gets hard—too hard. And they leave. And I get it, I really do. But I can’t watch you do that. I don’t think I’d survive it."

He’s silent for a moment, taking in everything you've said.

"I’m not them," he says. "I’ve seen what this looks like. The good days, the terrifying ones. I’ve been here for all of it. And I didn’t stay out of pity, or because I felt obligated—I stayed because I wanted to. Because I care about you in a way that doesn’t vanish when things get hard."

"So let me take care of you, okay?" His forehead nearly touches yours. "Let me be the one who’s there after nights like this. The one who holds you when it’s hard. I’m not here for the easy parts. I’m here for all of it."

"Are you sure?" Your eyes blur with tears, but you don’t look away. "Because I really don't want you to regret this—"

"Oh my god—"

Robby can't take it anymore and pulls you to him. The kiss is slow, making up for years of aching and near-misses. His hand cradles the back of your neck like you might vanish if he lets go, and you press closer, grounding yourself in him.

When you finally part, you're both a little breathless, foreheads touching.

"I’d rather fight for you than ever wonder what it would’ve been like to love you all the way."

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rieamena · 6 months ago

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cosmic understanding

headcanons on nerd!takuma and sexually reserved!takuma

word count: 1.7k

riea's comments: can you tell idk the difference between a shortfic, hcs, a drabble, and whatever else there is. yes those are (twitter!!) visual links. mdni divider by @/cafekitsune ,, flower dividers by @/saradika-graphics ,, art on banner by @/nunusenpai on twt

nerd!takuma who is practically begging you to leave this after party that he dragged himself to. your so incredibly smart boyfriend of four years received a prestigious award for his new advancements in quantum physics and the makeup of the universe at an event that only happens once every five years. he was invited to the same event last time but was subject to teasing from his colleagues due to a lack of a plus one… eventually leading to them getting near blackout drunk and trying to set him up with any girl that looked their way, "hey, ino! what about her? she got the highest award for a field similar to ours. hm?"

nerd!takuma who managed to slip away from the confinement of his friends despite their protests. takuma inched out of the large hall and into the dusk blue evening, leaning his head against the ivory wall. he stayed in that position for a few moments before sliding down, bringing his chest to his bent knees. you watched on, cigarette and lighter in hand, as he grumbled and mumbled incoherent words. the drape of the deep red satin fabric on your figure matched the position mr. lonesome wore. "hey." you called out, abandoning your cig and lighter in the ashtray next to you. the guy just looked around for a bit, then looked at you and pointed to himself. "yeah, you. what award did you get?"

nerd!takuma who couldn't deny that there was something comfortable being in your presence, despite being a couple feet away from you. "it was the uh, celestial horizons award for pioneering contributions to cosmic understanding. what about you? what award did you get?" at that moment, you stood up and walked closer to him, your white heels clacking with every step. "me? i didn't get any award. my family is one of the sponsors for this event and my brother…," your voice trailed off, remembering his divine wall—as he called it—filled with every single major accomplishment since high school. that wall was nearly at full capacity; you guessed that it could only hold four or so more plaques, so it wouldn't be long before he needed to expand it. after all, he was already brainstorming names for it, divine wall junior? or divine wall part two? "gets at least one award every time. that satoru…"

nerd!takuma who watched every word fall from your lips like a pendulum he couldn't turn away from. "so what about you? what do you do?" his brown eyes met yours. it was an innocent and basic question, yet it's one you seldom hear. usually at the mention of your brother, satoru, people would connect the dots. satoru to satoru gojo the science prodigy to the gojo clan to satoru's sister. that's what people knew you as, satoru gojo's younger sister and the secondborn of the gojo clan. but this guy didn't seem to care about all that. a who are you? whispered through the air, your tinted and glossed lips holding the ghost of the phrase. a chuckle rang out not even a second later, "i asked you a question first." ah right. you explained that you worked in business and were training to become the chairwoman of the gojo business district before looking at the man expectantly. you didn't bother to take in his appearance before this moment. he was a man of stature, you wouldn't say he towered over you but even in your crouched position, he still had some height on you. the black and white suit he wore seemed tailored and you appreciated how it matched the nature of his brown hair and eyes. he was handsome, you couldn't deny that

nerd!takuma who put out his hand with a smile, "takuma ino, getting my doctorate in physics and chemistry in three-or-so years."

nerd!takuma who offered to bring you to a special place that… ended up being a fast food spot. but you'd be lying if you said that you hated it. it was private enough that even though people stared at your classy outfits, none would care to ask about it. talking about whatever came to mind, you and ino got your food and drinks, settling in a booth right in the corner of the establishment. before taking another bite from your burger, you spoke, "y'know ino, this kinda feels like a date." sputters came from the man across the table who nearly spit out his carbonated drink at your comment. "what? a date with me is that disappointing to you?" you questioned, burger in hand. "what no! absolutely not! this can be a date! t-this is a date! and…" he cleared his throat before continuing, "takuma. just call me takuma."

nerd!takuma who watched you pull out a pen and scribble something on a nearby napkin once you felt your phone buzz four times. you audibly groaned at the notifications from "useless satoru", sighing and shaking your head. "i gotta go. call me." and just like that, takuma was left with a wink, your number, and a blown kiss that he'd be sure to hold tight

nerd!takuma who is still begging you to leave this party. his hand is placed at the small of your back, urging you to the exit. you continued to converse with colleagues, briefly introducing the man behind you as your boyfriend when you saw their eyes flicker to him. taking another sip of your wine, you felt takuma's deathly close to your ear, "can we please leave?"

nerd!takuma who would've jumped for joy once he heard you make up a quick reason to excuse yourselves. once you both made it out of the grand hall and into the evening air, your boyfriend shrugged off his coat and draped it over your shoulders and, in one fluid motion, swept you off your feet. you gasped, laughing as he carried you bridal-style toward his car, the gold-and-crystal plaque shining in his hand

nerd!takuma who latches onto you upon entry into your shared home, disregarding your whines that you needed to take off your heels and dress, pushing his face further into the crook of your neck. "let me change," you whined, though you couldn't help smiling at how he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "i'll let you change after i get a few minutes," he said, his lips grazing your skin. reluctantly, he let go, watching you as you slipped off your dress and reached for your favorite silk slip. as you adjusted the fabric, you turned to him with a teasing grin. "so, pretty boy, how does it feel to win the celestial horizons award for pioneering contributions to cosmic understanding…… again?"

nerd!takuma who sheepishly explains his project to you as you made quick work of his tie and blazer. "we worked on particle stabilization for high-energy states using a hybrid plasma matrix. it's about creating cohesion under extreme pressure—similar to the conditions found in stars. it could lead to advances in fusion energy and maybe even space travel." you leaned in, cupping his face and planting soft kisses across his cheeks and jawline. "you've got that big, beautiful brain and yet, you still act all shy."

nerd!takuma whose face is dusted with red as he whispers "stop it. you know the effect you have on me…," his words sending a shiver down your spine. and before you could tease him, his lips captured yours in a slow, tender kiss. the heat between you lingered even as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. his brown eyes held a softness that melted your heart, a love too deep for words. "have i told you how gorgeous you looked today yet?" he asked, the familiar spark of adoration lighting up his face. you giggled at your boyfriend's words, an expression that couldn't be determined as anything other than pure love on his face. "yes, baby, you said it when i woke up from my nap, when i was getting ready, when we arrived, when we left, and just before we walked in." "oh, did i?" takuma's lips twitched into a grin. "doesn't matter to me—you're gorgeous." his hand slipped to the curve of your behind, holding it as he hugged you close, his heartbeat steady and warm beneath your palm. you tilted your head up, eyes locked on his. "i'll never get tired of hearing it. just like i'll never get tired of this." takuma traced slow circles along your lower back. "good, because i'm not planning on stopping anytime soon." in this moment, you realized something

sexually reserved!takuma who never did anything beyond making out with you in all four years of your relationship. it wasn't that he didn't want to or that you didn't want to either, you just wanted to wait until you knew you were ready and takuma respected that decision fully. and when those four words slipped from your tongue accompanied with your intentful stare, takuma felt something inside of him snap. takuma, i'm ready now

sexually reserved!takuma who spends hours between your legs, lapping up every drop of juice to come from your cunt

sexually reserved!takuma who feels like he's died and gone to heaven when you get on top of him. he's an absolute mess, moaning your name between bounces. his hands are firm on your waist, setting the pace of stimulation. in between moans and mewls of your own, you whisper to takuma, asking him to continue. and that he does, further explaining with many pauses. "w-we worked on a way to create—mmmhh—an artificial plasma field, a hybrid matrix, that mim—mimics those extreme conditions. fuuuck you're tight… most particles would scatter and—god, you're so good to me—destabilize under those circumstances, but by intro—just like that baby, don't stop—introducing certain electromagnetic waves and specific metallic nano—nanoparticles, we were able to get the particles to stabilize. it's kind of like corralling a storm with an invisible force fie—oh god i'm–oh fuck… thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyou—the uh, invisible force field."

"mhm… tell me more honey…"

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azarathzinthoss · 28 days ago

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i got her tender

jey uso x black fem oc

summary : aaliyah just had a no holds barred match at tlc with rhea ripley which resulted in kendo stick shaped bruises all across her back and arms. however, her estranged ex-fiancé and baby daddy, uses that to his advantage upon seeing her at an after party..

word count : 3k

warnings : 19+, MDNI (i will block yall fr), p in v action, creampie, BDSM (?), crying (the good kind), rough sex, daddy kink, cheating?, angst if u squint a lil, degradation, humiliation?, squirting, bad grammar (im srry babes), idk a whole lotta freak shit <3

gif creds : @punksrhea

the morning after was always the worst. the lack of sleep, the constant shifting during your attempt to sleep, and the energizer-bunny-esque adrenaline that resided in your body. aaliyah just won the women’s world championship for the first time in her five year career, against a woman whom she dubbed her wrestling soulmate. to say aaliyah was happy was not even the tip of the iceberg. after tlc, the company graciously gave her four days off. this was a lot compared to the schedule in store for her as the new champion.

beforehand, she calculated that day one was going to be a majority of celebrating (partying, really) and getting wasted out of her mind. but, what aaliyah dreaded the most was having to see him more than she already does. he just won back his world heavyweight championship, and the original bloodline was back in effect - so excited. they haven’t had a real conversation since trying to make it work for the thousandth time a couple months back. the only time jey and aaliyah were in each other’s spaces is for work or family. turns out that having a kid with your ex-fiancé that you can’t stand is more of a commitment than marriage.

a couple of weeks prior, nausea racked aaliyah’s body and she didn’t understand what led to this. was it food poisoning? wear and tear on the body catching up to her after the crown jewel? anxiety? she blamed this unknown attack as jet lag. but, deep down, she knew. “there’s no fucking way you’re pregnant again.”, aaliyah confided in one of her and jey’s shared friends, rhea ripley. that same friend who’s witnessed the turbulent engagement and pregnancy. fortunately, aaliyah was not pregnant, and the nausea would soon disappear altogether. on the night of the incident that started this cold war, the ex-almost-newlyweds got into a drunken fueled screaming match. both saying awful things that are not worth repeating. as the prime instigator, the guilt of not giving him an apology weighed on aaliyah fiercely. neighbors called the police and the news spread onto the blogs the next morning. no one was arrested, but it still left a damper on her reputation and his alike.

since then, she kept her distance, only interacting with him when it pertained to the daughter both parties share or business. the domestic disturbance, the public weighing in on the previous private engagement, the stress of yet another potential pregnancy scare, friends and family giving her their unwarranted advice - aaliyah had enough and needed a break from everything and everyone, him especially. but why did her heart still ache at the thought of how she left him? why did her body twist in longing at him touching it in the ways that only he can do to her? why did the fake storyline between him and rhea bring out a side of aaliyah that she didn’t know existed? why?

he was stubborn, relentless, egotistical, but so loving. even at odds, aaliyah always felt the love. even in long distances, jey made sure she was cared for. even after blocking his number, he still found ways to send his ex-fiancé little gifts and signs that he was watching. is it possible to hate someone you loved so dearly?

aaliyah spent most of her day cooped up in the expansive hotel room, attempting to rehabilitate her battered and bruised body. the maroon-purple welts from a kendo stick and chain danced across her chiseled back, the champ's thighs indented with the shape of rhea ripley’s fingers. getting herself dressed for the tlc after party proved to be even more daunting than the match last night. the squeezing and contorting one's body to give the illusion it's healing properly almost made aaliyah reconsider the celebration altogether. nonetheless she (begrudgingly) powered through, wearing a basic black dress that hugged the right curves in the right places. red bottom heels to match the striking dress. simple but elegant.

just as she pulled up outside the venue, aaliyah could see the hotel lobby was busy with coworkers and their loved ones. wwe rented out a rooftop to a neighboring hotel to host the tlc after party. coincidentally, aaliyah was joined in the elevator by her on paper foe, her and rhea laughing over the shared pain from their previous match. when they arrived at the top floor, the harsh sound of rap music peaked through the elevator. with a deep sigh, the champion prepared herself to see him and have to interact with him.

upon arrival, she dashed to the bar. to survive the evening, a little liquid courage wouldn't hurt, right? the left hand side of the bar had a seating area tucked away into a tight corner, the sheer balcony behind it reflecting the city lights. he was there. aaliyah hurriedly tried to make herself appear busy by striking up conversation with a fellow wrestler’s wife, but unfortunately, it was too late. his twin brother, jimmy, started to make his way over to the black bar. taking a rushed sip of the coke and rum in her hand, she greeted him with a side hug. “i was just lookin’ for you, girl! come sit with us!”

set out to give jimmy a smile, the smaller woman's face broke into a tense expression, the corners of her plump lips falling. jimmy noticed, “c’mon, liyah. you’re family. i don’t know what y’all got goin’ on, but can it wait? just for tonight.” she looked over at jey smiling and laughing with his cousins and younger brother. his eyes never once found her since showing up. does he really not care? was aaliyah just another one of his random hookups? does she not matter?

“of course.”, the woman managed to ease tension through her uneven breaths. hand on her shoulder, jimmy basically sheep-hearded aaliyah over to the family. all the men smiled and embraced her, all except one. jey reluctantly made eye contact with aaliyah, “hey.” as much as aaliayh's heart pumped with hatred, he looked so intoxicating. a tight, black tee with matching fitted pants; a gold cuban link to complete the look. his family eventually became onlookers, bracing for the almost-newlyweds to lash out. “hey.”, she repeated back. an uncomfortable silence fell over the group. solo motioned for aaliyah to sit near jey, she shot back with a quick nod “no”.

jey suddenly got up, placing his drink down in the cupholder next to him. “i’ll be back y’all. me and liyah finna have a talk.” he took off, leaving the confused woman to follow. there’s one thing about their dynamic that always rang true - no matter what he did, aaliyah would be there. It’s one of the reasons why she gave up on trying, he suckered her at all times. he was aaliyah's comfort whether she wanted to admit it or not, her home away from home. jey led the other half of the duo to a hotel room a floor below the festivities. upon walking in, it looked brand new, the opposite of “lived in”. jey’s back was towards aaliyah, he gently placed the hotel key on the bedside table. it became painfully obvious that the room was a suite - king sized bed, a seating area, bay windows that peek over the bustling city, a bucket of champagne on the dresser. “this all you?”, aaliyah asked while simultaneously closing the door.

jey turned around to face her, his hands crossed over his groin, and an expression that was hard to decipher on his face. “what’s up wit’chu?”, he prodded. her eyebrows furrowed and her head craned forward. “i’m chillin’. you brought me in here, what’s up wit’chu?”, aaliyah leaned against the door, striving to feign ignorance and seem more nonchalant. he sarcastically snickered, plopping down on the bed and tapping the empty spot next to him. “I’m not doing that, jey.” aaliyah decided that this time she was going to stand her ground and not let jey easily go unscathed like he always does. he rubbed his face, “this about kiara?” aaliyah's heartrate started to pick up. months ago, when the pair tried to reconcile, aaliyah found texts from another woman in his phone. those exact texts lined up with the time the ex-fiancés started to become something, again. we're talking nudes, suggestive texts - all of it. aaliyah felt so fucking stupid. how dare she even seek to get back with someone who clearly didn’t want what she did. the champion battled with her feelings for months, gaslighting herself into thinking she was overreacting. i mean, they weren’t official, right? i can’t be mad if we were just talking, she thought.

“we have a daughter, jey. we were engaged. do you think i keep coming back because i’m desperate?! do you think i keep coming back because i’m horny? lonely? If i wanted it, i could get it. you would know..” his body sharply turned to face her, “do you think i’m proud of that? liyah, i apologized and blocked ol’ girl. i know you want our family back, i do too.” jey collapsed his hands together, "baby, i’ll do anything to make it right. what do you want?!” jey stood up and made his way towards the smaller woman. their stark height difference making itself known. she put her hand out, forcing jey to take a step back. he respected her wishes, but his eyes told a different story. aaliyah's body sunk in surrender. “i don’t want this, jey. i don’t want to fight, i don’t want you to date other women. i want you home, with me. ‘cause i need you.”, tears threatened to fall from her eyes. after months of ignored texts and calls, aaliyah finally let go of what haunted her the most: how she really felt. the champion's chest rapidly rose and fell, bundles of nerves made waves in her stomach. she felt like a teenager.

he came closer, his broad outline towering over aaliyah. his thumb wiped the stray tear that fell, his eyes became soft. they both remained still, drinking in this moment and the heavy tension. once again, she yielded first, “jey, please touch me.” without hesitation, his hands roamed her curvy yet muscular body, aaliyah flinched at the lack of warmth within them. she haphazardly swayed into jey’s touch, purposefully pressing her weight into his. in one singular movement, jey's hands cupped her thighs, bringing them around his waist. traveling to the bed, jey gently placed aaliyah down on her back. lips clashed together, hands roamed over their respective bodies. jey's lips placed rushed but gentle kisses on her neck. he tugged on the flimsy straps of her dress, exposing her breasts. aaliyah moaned at the rough stimuli of his teeth clenching down on her nipple. her legs instinctively closed, the heat in between growing like a wildfire. “mhmm, i know you feel that baby.”, jey cockily remarks. not bothered to completely remove any article of clothing yet, he forcibly hiked up the dress to get access to her thighs. jey glanced at the bruises on them, pausing for a second. “that was rhea, jey.”, aaliyah sat up to peer down at him. he took a breath of relief, “i was finna say. now lay yo’ ass back down.” she complied while he left a trail of kisses on each thigh. she bit her lip at the sensation of his beard tickling the inner thighs. he lifted her dress over her head, throwing it to the ground. aaliyah's lace panties followed suit.

jey’s tongue immediately attacked her clit, the wet muscle producing harsh circles. one thing jey could do and do well is make any woman weak with his tongue. “please, baby, fuckkk.”, aaliyah whined. his strong hands clamped down on her thighs, rejecting any chance of aaliyah closing them. the distant rumbling of the rooftop party concealed her pleas and the cracking of her voice. to cope with the overwhelming pleasure she felt, aaliyah grabbed onto the soft sheets of the bed, absentmindedly turning from jey’s mouth. any attempt fell short as he redirected her back to his tongue. pulling back the hood of her pussy, jey continued the assault. the muscles in aaliyah's stomach reacted to the new signals of satisfaction. her breaths became more distant, a sign that she was close. “i'm finna cummm.”, her entire body sank into the bed at the mercy of jey’s wicked tongue. the feeling of him eating her out through an orgasm sent the champ's mind into a frenzy, all she could do was lay there and take it. aaliyah whined as jey suddenly pulled away, “jey..” he pointed his finger at her, “one second, babe.”

the quiet rummaging in his closet caused aaliyah to completely sit up, jey came back to bed holding a tie. “turn around.”, those delicious and inviting brown eyes of his transformed into a grim and alluring hue. what is he planning? positioned on all fours, aaliyah reluctantly let jey bind her hands. the shuffle of his feet and the shaking of ice alerted aaliyah. jey slowly placed the bucket of champagne on the bedside table to the left of her, “jey, what is this?” he only responded in the way he wanted - by taking off his belt. panic started to set in, “daddy, please. I’m sorry, i’m sorry..” jey lowly chuckled while undoing his pants, “now i’m daddy, huh?” slowly sinking down onto her stomach, aaliyah raced to undo her bindings. rough sex is not uncommon between the two, but the idea of jey punishing her was terrifying. his hand dipped into the bucket, grabbing a handful of ice. jey hooked his fingers in the makeshift handcuffs he made and drug aaliyah back to him, her ass rubbing against his clothed erection. “daddy please..”, she begged.

jey leaned over her, his body weight and warmth sheltering the woman below him. his mouth was dangerously close to her ear, “be good for daddy.” messily swirling an ice cube over aaliyah's pummeled back, she immediately arched to avoid the burning cold sensation. his grip remained on the bindings, once again, all she could do was take it. whines, moans, and begs were thrown about in the hotel suite. the more the ice cube melted, the harsher he became. at one point, he fully left it to wither down in the crevice between her lower back and butt. droplets of water racing each other to reach her shoulders and upper back. heaving and writhing, aaliyah begged yet again, “no more, baby, fuckkkk.” aaliyah could withstand a lot, but freezing tempatures on her body is where she drew the line - jey uso knew that.

his hard erection never ceased, it probably got even harder at the thought of her uncontrollably wiggling underneath him. for the next ice cube, he parted aaliyah's backside. forcibly pressing down on the lower back, jey slid the ice cube up and down her sopping folds. her legs furiously tapped against the bed. if she even thought about crawling, he’d give her a harsh slap on the ass. condensation dripped from aaliyah's folds onto the sheets, her sinewy body shaking in shock. “shit, you said you was sorry, baby?” it was fucked up to say, but jey got a sick thrill out of torturing the mother of his child. sexually, of course. “yessss. no more please.”, she mewled. once aaliyah waved the white flag, jey plopped the half-soggy cube back in the bucket. a slight creak was heard when jey removed himself from the inlay, his pants eventually falling to the floor. aaliyah felt the warmth of his dick, dragging and prodding her pussy. jey purposely letting it swing about so his ex-fiancé can plead for him inside her, and that she did. “josh, please give it to me. i’ll do whatever you want.”

with that, jey slowly pushed into her warm pussy. a short, breathy gasp escaped aaliyah. it’s been a couple months since they had sex, and adjusting to jey would take a while. jey wasn’t crazy gifted, but fuck, was he thicker than anyone aaliyah had come into contact with. the stretch alone sent her up the wall. his fingers dug into her plump ass as he gave deep, meticulous strokes. “look at you already creamin’. i missed my pussy.” using both hands, jey returned to pressing on her middle back. this angle made aaliyah squeeze him even harder than before.

jey's pace quickened, his pelvis crashing its way onto her backside. aaliyah's pretty lil' face screwed into a painting of pleasure, “so fuckin’ good, holy shittt.” hiking a leg up, jey fucked harder than before, trailing off phrases he knew would drive her crazy. “that’s my fuckin’ slut”, “you’re doing so well, mama”, “fuckk aaliyah”, “you gone give it to daddy, huh?”. using the tie as leverage, jey guided aaliyah to the base of his dick, never changing the pace. a familiar feeling crept up, “daddy, please, can i cum?” jey growled, pulling so hard on the tie that her body almost lifted myself off the bed. “oh shitttt!”, she whined at the change.

as soon as she was about to cum, jey pulled out. aaliyah unabashedly groaned in disappointment. his large hand swatted at her butt, “nah, i’m getting my ones right now, baby.” he propped aaliyah up with ease, undoing the ties and choosing to tie her mouth instead. dragging her by the legs, jey left enough room to where a small section of aaliyah's backside leaned over the edge of the bed. those husky hands slid up the smooth legs in front of him, securing aaliyah's knees by her ears. oh, how i’ve missed this, aaliyah thought. jey tapped the head of his dick on the engorged clit before him. her legs jolted from the rough stimulation.

jey left tender kisses on her jaw as he slid back inside. those delectable brown eyes never broke contact as he slammed into her. scrambling to grab even a millimeter of fabric, jey taunted the restless woman, “yo ass not going nowhere.” the terse collision of the duo's skin filled the empty air, aaliyah's eyes welled up. jey felt so good, but frustration from not being able to talk overwhelmed her. she placed her hands over his, pinching at the knuckles. the orgasm jey denied his ex of earlier making its return. aaliyah groaned, her eyebrows and the creases in her forehead knotting themselves. jey noticed and freed one of his hands to rub grating circles on her clit, “yes you can, baby. yes you fuckin’ can.”

tears exploded as she exploded. wet noises echoed as jey pounded through aaliyah's orgasm, clear liquid splashing on his defined stomach. the woman's legs vibrated as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, “damn, i got you like that?” jey never stopped when she came, just slowed down. jey undid the tie on her mouth. he gave her a frenzied yet romantic kiss, his hands roaming all over her tight body. aaliyah placed her hands over his broad back, nails dragging over his distinct muscles. jey groaned, he loves it when she does that. tender kisses were left on aaliyah's jaw as jey began digging in her.

this time he was slow and deliberate, kissing her neck and leaving sweet sentiments in her ear. however, that didn’t last for too long, his stride picked up. his hips needy and rushed, jey was close. aaliyah dug her nails into his back, slurred words barely making sense, “why you keep fuckin’ me like thiss?” jey wrapped her legs around his waist to allow him more contact. “you’re gonna make me cum, fuck.”, jey lowly whispered in her ear.

“cum in me daddy. take it, it’s yours!”, she fired back. those meaty hands of his reached above aaliyah's head, gripping the cloth below them. jey’s strained groans filled her ears as he pushed deep inside. his face buried into the crook of her neck as he came. they both laid in silence for a bit, chests rising and falling against each other. “you did so well, baby.”, jey said into aaliyah's ear. running her hands through his sweaty mullet, aaliyah replied with a soft kiss on his temple. “are we good?”, she asked.

jey peeked up at her past his long lashes, “we more than good."

A/N : AHHHH i hope yall enjoyed that!! this is the first time i've written smut and on tumblr so pls lmk what i can improve on! thanks! <3

#jey uso #jey uso x black oc #rhea ripley #jimmy uso #solo sikoa #wwe fanfiction #wwe fic #smut #wwe smut #jey uso smut #jey uso fic #wwe #azarathzinthossfic!

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kawoala · 9 months ago

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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES . . . !? suna rintarou.

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╰ ⨳ synopsis ; after surviving a year of less-than-ideal dorm life, you’ve decided to take matters into your own hands. this year, you're determined to live off-campus— freedom, privacy, and no more mystery meat in the cafeteria. the only problem? rent is way more expensive than you imagined, especially when you’re only working a part-time job at a run-down antique store. but you're not one to give up easily. you ask your friends if they know anyone in need of a roommate and, lucky for you, runa knows just the person: a girl named rin, her cousin that she, supposedly, trusts with her life.

╰ ⨳ vague forewarning ; university au ( second years, making them 19/20 ) 、 underage alcohol ( and probably drug ) consumption 、 miscommunication 、 smau 、 profanity 、 violence 、 blackmail 、 toxic past relationships.

╰ ⨳ denotes written parts ; ★

╰ ⨳ taglist ; open !

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES . . . !? masterlist.

⟶ chapter one ; spilled silverware ★ content warning ; miscommunication 、 smau 、 profanity 、 kind of short 、 just like an introduction type thing.

⟶ chapter two ; we live TOGETHER 💜 content warning ; smau 、 profanity 、 explanation of missed moments 、 introduction of ‘EJP playboys’ groupchat 、 awkwardness 、 anxiety 、 akaashi for some reason?

⟶ chapter three ; the party ; part one / part two ★ content warning ; party scene 、 drinking 、 anxious! reader 、 blacking out 、 mention of vomit 、 profanity 、 underage drinking 、 violence 、 writing in 3rd person ( kindof ) for the first time in forever 、 really rushed / bad writing 、 PUNCHING!! 、 assault 、 possibility of career going down the drain.

⟶ chapter four ; the morning after ★ content warning ; hungover 、 bruises 、 half-naked reader 、 accidental injuries 、 throwing up 、 lyyyinnngg.

⟶ chapter five ; y/n, mafia boss content warning ; smau 、 hungover 、 profanity 、 lies uncovered 、 blackmailing 、 mention of drugs and underage alcohol consumption.

⟶ chapter six ; holy shit content warning ; content warning ; smau 、 profanity 、 admission of feelings (but not to each other. SIGH) 、 komori x runa!! yayy 、 runa being suggestive LOL.

⟶ chapter seven ; ice skating! ★ content warning ; profanity 、 ice skating almost DATE!! 、 komori x runa!! yayy 、 rin helping you skate.

⟶ chapter eight ; jealousy, jealousy ★ content warning ; smau 、profanity 、jealousy 、not too many cw’s for this one 、mentions of ex girlfriends 、runa getting upset 、runa telling komori everything bc they’re actually like a thing now idk.

⟶ chapter nine ; insane maybe content warning ; smau 、profanity 、lowkey reader ghosting suna 、suna FINALLY realizes that he has feelings 、mentions of ex girlfriends 、runa being mean kindof.

⟶ chapter ten ; the end content warning ; THE END 、profanity 、admission of feelings FINALLY 、apologies.

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES . . . !? character intros.

⊂ �� y/n l/n ; freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, fruit roll-ups, loud laughter, messy study notes, falling in love, writing in a diary, lip gloss collection.

⊂ ⊃ suna rintarou ; the smell of pine, messy hair, worn-out hoodies, tired eyes, vast music taste, dark bed sheets, tangled headset wire, bad horror movies.

#kawoala #and they were roommates…!?#suna rintarou #suna rintarou x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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pedriache · 10 months ago

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You got an Arda request about them having a fight and he is sleeping on the couch.

Can you write something with Kenan? Maybe a lil bit different just Kenan being more like a 'baby' and at first he is like you can sleep here but i'm not gonna cuddle and she is trying to open his arms and then he just giving in and cuddle with her

Count to five — Kenan Yildiz.

Pairing: Kenan Yildiz x Gn!Reader

Summary: Though you and Kenan had just argued a few moments prior, you can’t sleep alone. The problem was, Kenan was being… difficult.

Word count: 510

Disclaimer/s: Angst to happy ending.

A/N: Hope this works idk

The darkness of your bedroom was all consuming. You had been tossing and turning for well over an hour by now. The empty bed, besides your cold body, was unsettling. Never in the two years you’d been dating Kenan had you slept alone knowing he was only twenty feet away. It was weird and uncomfortable.

Turning onto your left side, you stare at the white door a few feet away, contemplating. You were still pissed off at Kenan. The argument still very fresh in your mind, but was that a reason to lose sleep?

Just count to five. Chill the hell out.

One… Two… Three… Four..

Slipping out of the bed sheets, you tug on a pair of socks before padding your way through the door and toward the living room. You find your boyfriend sprawled out on the sofa, tousled hair and a pout on his lips. You smile at the sight before flattening it. You were still supposed to be mad.

Five.

Slipping to your knees beside the couch, you gently shake his shoulders. “Kenan.” You hiss, “Babe. Wake up.”

Kenan groans, eyes fluttering open to land on you. “What?” He huffs, narrowing his gaze onto you, concern hidden deep beneath them.

“I can’t sleep.” You sigh, “scoot over.”

Your boyfriend lets out a humorless laugh, “you’re joking?” But he examines your face, eyebrow quirking at the seriousness you depicted.

“Do I look like i’m joking?” You scoff, “scootch.”

Kenan rolls his eyes, doing as told. He makes just enough space for you to get comfortable. Instinctively, your arm comes up to wrap around his torso, but Kenan is quick to shift away. You gasp, “excuse you?”

“No. No, cuddling.” He wags his finger at you, taking your wrist and resting your arm back around your own stomach.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you pinch your lips together. “Don’t be difficult. This is literally why our argument started.” Oh.. bad idea to bring that up..

Kenan instantly stiffens, crossing his arms together. “Hey, it’s not my fault you—“

“Kenan.” You grumble, reaching for his arms and prying them apart. “Let’s talk about this in the morning, yeah?”

Taking a long breath of air, Kenan gives in. He lets you wrap his arms around your waist and your head on his shoulder. “You better not throw us off the couch with your moving.”

“I am not a mover?” You lift your head off his shoulder, coming face to face with your boyfriend. His teeth shine through an amused grin on his lips.

“Yes, you most certainly are.” He argues, his eyes flickering to your lips teasingly.

Huffing out an annoyed breath of air, your watch his gaze shifting between your eyes and lips. “Take it back, and i’ll contemplate a kiss.”

Kenan thinks for a minute, “I suppose i’ll take it back.” He tilts his head to the side, “so..”

“Suppose?” You laugh, “yeah, no. Good night.”

The brunette frowns, “okay. I take it back! I do!” You grin triumphantly, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

#kenan yildiz #kenan yildiz x reader #kenan yildiz x you #kenan yıldız #kenan yildiz x y/n #kenan yildiz x gn!reader #blurb #fluff #angst to fluff #angst to happy ending #fanfic #football #juventus #turkiye

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hazedmilk · 21 days ago

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lifeguard & the bookworm -r. sukuna

pairings :: sukuna x fem reader .•+°

.•*+ mini series

synopsis :: it’s the summer of 86’ and with being forced to attend to the local pool with your family everyday for one week , even though you personally enjoy reading and drawing over swimming, that’s just preference. the only thing worse? the lifeguard on duty starts bothering you for no reason. he’s irritating, way too attractive, and clearly enjoys getting under your skin. but as the week wears on, he becomes something more than a lifeguard at your local pool.

contents :: slowburn ig? : nerdy reader : pure fluff : sukuna falls first and harder : sukuna being a pathetic piner 😭 : OOC sukuna : strangers to lovers : first kisses : no smut cause that’s effort

words : tba

taglist : open!

authors note : little mini series cause this was sitting in my drafts for ages

playlist

day one

day two

day three

day four

day five

day six

day seven

day eight

day nine

work : me @/ hazed milk

art : pinterest (idk the creator)

dividers : me

do not copy OR translate my work!

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cloudykyu · 1 month ago

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⁂ when a girl who just can't be tied down meets a boy who wears his heart on his sleeve, they’re both in for a hell of a ride!

pairing: non-idol! sungchan x fem! reader genre: smau + some written parts, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, pining, fluff, angst, humor, slice of life, friendship hehe featuring: fem! oc's, ot7 riize warnings: ignore timestamps, women in male dominated fields, swearing, slight mental health talk (related to yn's job), kys/kms jokes, gay jokes!, food mentions, idk what else to say other than my humor (more to be added) status: ongoing - no set upload schedule atm taglist: open! comment to be added

disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only and does not represent those mentioned in real life!

⁂ PROFILES - ✨sanriHOES💘 | big DAWGS 💯🔥 ⁂ ONE - SEIZE HIM ⁂ TWO - my ladies 4ever ⁂ THREE - lord have mercy (written + smau) ⁂ FOUR - big dick contest (written + smau) ⁂ FIVE - goodnight ⁂ SIX - HE SHOOTS, HE SCORES ⁂ SEVEN - about you (written + smau) ⁂ EIGHT - go sohee! ⁂ NINE - dream cafe corporate ⁂ TEN - bro code ⁂ ELEVEN - sweet (written + smau) ⁂ TWELVE - fuck me i guess ⁂ THIRTEEN - touch grass ⁂ FOURTEEN - so i ponder ⁂ FIFTEEN - baka life

more coming soon!

mani's notes: synopsis is not all that great icl but first riize fic ily jung sungchan i promise to finish this one LOL

#riize #riize x reader #riize social media au #riize smau #riize scenarios #riize sungchan #riize au #riize texts #sungchan x reader #sungchan smau #sungchan fic #riize sungchan x reader #sungchan imagines #sungchan social media au

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comehereoohlala · 2 months ago

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whatever here that's left of me is yours

summary: life gets too much sometimes.

rating: explicit (18+)

tags: emotional hurt + comfort, anxiety, established relationship, comfort sex (idk?), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex

words: 2,130

note: my first hozier fic and my first x reader fic as well so don't have high expectations. mainly write just for myself, thought i'd give posting a go!

fic under the cut ❊

He's sitting by the window, staring up at the stars that light up the early night hues of soft blues and grey, guitar and notebook left haphazardly to the side. It gets dark so early nowadays. He hates the days you don't work from home. Which four out of five days of the week. Sometimes three, and those are the best weeks. But you working more means that when he tours you can take more time off, or negotiate to work away from home more. So he deals.

But it's late. Much later than normal. You are normally home by 6:00, 6:30 at the latest. But it's 7:00. By now, he's normally pouring you both a glass of wine while you make dinner together. He should have his hands around your waist and be pressing kisses to your neck while you chop up vegetables and tell him all about your day; and you should be hugging and leaning on his arm while he cooks at the stove and tells you all about the idea he just can't put into a cohesive verse. But the kitchen is draped in darkness, and he hasn't heard anything from you.

No phone call while you rush out the office "I'm so sorry baby, last session ran way over time," with the sound of papers quickly being put away, a laptop being slammed shut and the jingle of your keys in the background. And no quick "just leaving now see u soon <3" text either. And you didn't answer when he called just to check in.

He tries his best to push down that rising wave of anxiety that twists and turns in his stomach. The worst, the very worst, scenarios all come to him at once. He takes a shaky breath and tries to focus on the sound of the heavy rain coming down… it's probably just really bad traffic, because of all the rain he tells himself. But that only invites other scenarios and images into his mind. You've been late like this before, but something is different tonight, something is off. He can't place it, but he decides to by the window for you, just because… just because he can't help but worry.

He's rubbing his hand against his arm tentatively when your headlights finally turn into the property at 7:30. He feels every muscle in his body relax and he makes his way to the door to meet you outside in the pouring rain. There is nothing he wants more than to be holding you to him as soon as possible.

He pulls the door open just as your car comes to a stop at the end of his long driveway.

"I was about to call search and rescue," he joked casually, masking the anxiety that had been wracking him for the last hour.

The rain was so heavy his hair was practically soaked by the time he made it over to the car, and it was so loud he didn't hear your broken sobs until he was standing only a few steps away from your open car door.

You frantically wipe your eyes as you dig through your car "dammit I can't find my keys," you mumble quietly.

"Darling… hey…"

"Andrew please don't-"

"Here," he passes you the keys, "they must have fallen out when you opened the door."

"Oh, thanks."

He holds out his hand for you to take. You stare at it for a moment, knowing what comes next.

And it comes hard and fast.

The second his soft hand is wrapped around yours, you stand up out of the car, he squeezes it tightly, and everything comes undone. Your body finally giving up at the touch of safety.

Your legs give out and he grabs onto your arms to break your fall, as he sinks down onto the gravel with you. Your whole body is shaking, sobs that you feel like you've been holding in for so long leave you. He holds you close. So close. He rests his head on top of yours. You curl into him, and he rubs your back, uttering sweet soft things you can barely make out, all you can seem to hear is ringing, and the sound of pouring rain.

But the softness of his voice brings you down. The feeling of the gravel digging into your skin. One of his hand running up and down your back. And eventually the world starts to have sound again.

You make out something about going inside and you nod against his chest.

He helps you up, his hands gently on your arms, while you hold onto him like a lifeline; taking big shaky breaths, tears still streaming down your cheeks while he guides you inside.

You watch the droplets at the ends of his hair fall while he grabs you a glass of water; you're following him around, holding the too-long sleeve of his sweatshirt tightly. He leads you to the couch, hands you the water and kneels in front of you, taking your free hand. Your sobs have calmed significantly, grounded by the smell and comfort of the place you both call home. You take in the warm dim lights, the guitar laying on the couch, the candle burning and the feeling of his hand in yours.

"What happened darling?" He squeezes your hand, "talk to me."

You shake your head, struggling to even put into words what's happened. Because nothing and everything has happened at the same time. "…it's just… it's been a lot. Everything."

He nods, reaches up and tucks a piece of your wet hair behind your ear, "I know."

A tear rolls down your cheek silently, your eyes blink fast. "…I'm so sorry."

"Please darling," he takes your other hand and brings them both to his lips gently, "you never have to apologise to me. I love you."

"I love you," you echo back to him, voice still trembling. A beat. "…Kiss me."

He does. His hot, soft, warm lips meet yours. He pulls you carefully down to the floor with him. The glass of water he had poured you spills, but neither of you notice. You slide a hand under his shirt, and your palm stops right above his heart. You pull back from the kiss, resting your head against your forehead, and you focus on the steady, solid beating of his heart under your hand.

He's here, he's real.

He places his hand over yours, the fabric of his shirt separating keeping your hands from each other. You don't know how long you sit straddled in his lap on the floor, eyes closed and breathing to the rhythm of his heart.

But eventually his mouth finds yours again and you're tugging at his pants. His hands slip into your waistband, two long fingers slipping into you with ease. You fall against his shoulder as he slowly starts pumping in and out.

"Relax baby," he whispers, voice soft, low and husky, "just tell me what you need… let me take care of you."

"Need you," you breathe out, as he slips another finger in, "Andy…"

His other hand fiddles with the buckle of his belt, then the buttons and zip of his pants, and he shifts you back a little, not once stopping or haltering the gentle, but firm pace of his fingers sliding in and out of you.

You whine at the eventual loss of his fingers, but seconds barely pass before he is inside you. Every muscle in your body relaxes. He peppers kisses to your neck, across your collarbone, to your shoulders; muttering sweet somewhat nonsensical things as he does. Your hands find his wet hair, lacing your fingers through his damp curls as he lays you back against the carpet, and brushes the hair out of your face, his cock still inside you. He starts to move so slowly, so gently. You reach for his hand, the feeling of your fingers intertwined together keeping you grounded, focused on the sensation of him thrusting in and out of you.

You find yourself fixated on his eyes, the hair falling around his face, his eyelashes when he closes his eyes with pleasure, all of his overwhelming beauty. And in that moment, you know everything will be okay.

He moves faster, his hand breaks it's hold with yours to move down between you both, and you can't help but gasp, gripping onto his shoulders tightly, your head resting in between his shoulder and collarbone.

A quiet "I love you," stumbles out from him as his thumb works you to your peak, and his pace becomes more frantic, "my beautiful girl… come for me… let it all go. Let it all out for me."

You hold onto him tighter, letting your body succumb to him completely.

"Just like that darling," he praises quietly as you climax beneath him, but doesn't stop his movements even for a second. "Let it all go. Everything. Need you to let everything go for me baby." You bury your face in his shoulder, muffling your moans into his skin, and he continues to thrust, increasing the pressure on your clit as he rubs in circles. He brings you to heaven again, and again.

"You too… come too…" you breathe against him.

"No condom," he reminds you gently, pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers.

He's still hard and you ache at the loss of him, but before you can say anything he moves to lay beside you, and the new angle somehow lets his fingers in deeper. You can't form words. You feel so sensitive, you think you've come three times already, but he's clearly not happy with that, evident with the continued, and devoted working of his hands. You bury your head into his bare chest, and your hips thrust to meet his movements.

"There's my girl," you hear him say, and at that, you fall apart. Screaming his name as he brings you to one last orgasm.

As soon as you do, the rest of the tears you feel like you've been holding in for god knows how long come spilling out. He pulls you close, "I've got you… I've always got you…"

You eventually end up in the bedroom, he orders from your favourite pizza place. You lay on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart while his hands comb through your hair gently, your body feels numb, tired but there's an aspect of peace too. Neither of you have spoken yet. He gets up out of bed when the food arrives. When he comes back he's balancing two pizza boxes, a bottle of wine and two glasses. With no hands left he resorts to having the push the door open with his leg, and almost drops one of the glasses in the process. You can't help but smile.

You sit crossed legged on the bed, only wearing underwear and one of his new merch samples he was sent this week for the new album.

"I like this one," you say softly, motioning at the jumper, "it's comfy."

"Yeah?" He passes you a glass of wine. "I feel like the logo should be in the middle."

He looks up to see your look of disapproval at his suggestion, and he smiles, "okay then, I'll approve it just for you."

"…Are you getting nervous?" You asked, alluding to the looming album announcement in a few weeks. It hangs over the air like a cloud, sometimes one of those nice hazy clouds, other times a thunder cloud. You've known Andrew for years, and every time an album announcement has rolled around he becomes a very anxious version of himself. Second guessing the track list, wondering if maybe the album needs 6 more months before it's ready, what if the name is wrong. And then all the meetings about numbers and data and charts and optimising release schedule and press, and it all just gets a bit too much when he's already panicking about showing the world his new creation.

"I'm actually okay," he starts, "it's ready to be out in the world and I'm proud of it," he reaches for your hand, "and I've got you."

You smile a little.

But despite your attempt at distraction, your dramatic entrance from earlier still seems to loom. "…I don't want to talk about it. Not yet. …But thank you for tonight"

He just gives your hand a squeeze, and there's that silent affirmation of love in his eyes.

"So… Saturday, does a day-trip to Dublin sound okay? Really starting to think I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe for this press run."

You giggle, and there it is - his favourite sound in the world.

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier x reader #hozier fanfic #hozier fanfiction #my writing #daisy writes

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wcnderlnds · 3 months ago

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dizzy [ part four ] ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: its the third day of seunghyun's week in la, your time there almost over. at his third event, he has an idea that leaves you both feeling some type of way. ・❥・word count: 2.4k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. vibrating panties, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, swearing, a little dirty talk kinda. ・❥・ authors note: its 3.30am but i wanted to get this out okay bye. idk how good this so im sorry if it sucks.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

“Baby, come on, I have to go,” Seunghyun protested but made no real move to tear himself away from you. He was dressed, glasses and all, ready to go to rehearsals for Tudum but you had other plans. The second you’d watched him walk out of the bathroom looking like a whole five course meal, you couldn’t help yourself. You had pulled him back onto the bed, attaching your lips to his neck. There were already red marks forming on his skin where you’d been nibbling at his skin. Very, very reluctantly, he managed to pull away from you. The pout on your face was almost enough to make him cave and spend the rest of the morning in bed with you but he had a job to do.

“Fine,” you huffed, laying back in the bed with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll be here waiting for you to come back.”

“I’m sure you can bear to be without me for a few hours,” he laughed, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “Behave and I’ll see you soon.”

“No promises on the whole behaving thing but have fun.”

He gave you one last sweet kiss before leaving you alone. As much as you hated to see him leave, you were so happy that he was excited to actually go out and work. It had been so long since he’d had such a busy week, you hadn’t really known what to expect. It had only been a couple of days but the Seunghyun from the first day was a stark contrast to the one now. That first day he’d been nervous, almost overwhelmed but now? He had that confidence about him, cracking his jokes and being a little shit. You could only imagine how he’d be tomorrow at Tudum.

You were just happy to see your husband thriving. Nobody in the world deserved this more than him. This was his moment and you were just along for the ride. You yawned, stretching your arms out taking a glance at the time on your phone. It was still early so instead of waiting around bored for Seunghyun to come back, you decided a nap was in order.

Meanwhile, Seunghyun was having a hard time concentrating. His eyes poured over his script through his glasses, looking like he was solely focused on that when it couldn’t be further from the truth. The feeling of your lips still lingered, the mere thought of it was getting him hard again. He couldn’t afford that right now. He needed to lock in. It was hard (pun intended) when all he could think about was you.

His mind drifted off, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you when he got back to the hotel but then he remembered something. He’d specifically packed a pair of vibrating panties for you. They’d originally been bought as a joke a couple of months ago but one night, you’d had a conversation about how you’d like to try them; the opportunity had just never presented itself until now. Seunghyun smirked to himself as he thought about the perfect way to put them to use.

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It had definitely been a mistake agreeing to this.

When Seunghyun had asked you if you wanted to wear the panties and finally put them to use, you had been more than up for it. What was life without a little excitement? Knowing he would be in control of them all night was such a thrill. What you had completely forgot to remember was that this was Seunghyun – the biggest tease on the planet. He would take any chance he got to be a little shit and, boy, was he really living up to that.

The first test had been in the car ride over. He’d pressed the button and instantly you’d had to clench your thighs together, the vibrations shooting straight to your core. Seunghyun’s lips had quirked up at the corners, ideas already forming in his head.

Now, he was standing taking photos, one of his hands in his pocket as he played around with the settings. At first he’d set it to be slow, giving you a chance to breathe but he kept ramping it up and you were a mess as you stood watching him. It was the most difficult thing trying to act like nothing was wrong when in reality you were a wet, frustrated mess. To everyone else, it looked like he was just posing innocently but you knew the truth. He was being a menace, driving you to the brink of orgasm then pulling it away from you all with the touch of a remote control button.

During the event, he let you have a moment without teasing you but it was too late already. You were already too worked up, craving relief. So, the moment Seunghyun stepped off stage, you quickly followed him into the backstage area to his dressing room. You weren’t even sure he’d seen you but when he turned around with a grin on his face, you realised he had. You presseed your back against the door taking a deep breath in to steady yourself.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Seunghyun asked innocently, leaning back against the dressing table – that shit eating grin still on his face. You wanted to march over there and wipe it off his face but the state you were in, you couldn’t do anything but stand there, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Seunghyun, please. I’m going insane,” you were almost pleading with him. What you didn’t notice was that his hand had slipped into his jacket pocket where he’d been keeping the remote. He, once again, pressed the button and this time you let out a loud whimper.

He loved seeing you like this, so desperate, so overtaken by pleasure that you couldn’t control yourself. The second you’d give him permission to use the remote, he’d been turned on but now seeing you practically a whimpering, whining mess, he was hard as a rock. He couldn’t take it anymore either. He reached out, tugging on your arm to pull you into his hard chest. His lips were on yours in an instant, his hands all over you as he manoeuvred you around to push you over the dressing table. He pushed your head down so you were bent over the wooden furniture.

“You’re lucky I’m in no mood to tease you right now,” he said, grinding his clothed erection against your ass. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. You deserve it.”

He pulled your panties off swiftly down your legs to pool at your ankles. His fingers slid along your folds, groaning how wet you were. You were practically dripping. He popped the button on his pants, unzipping the zip and freeing himself enough to pull his cock out. His hands gripped at your hips, holding you in place as he pushed himself inside you. He groaned at how easily he slid in, his hips flush against yours as he bottomed out. He didn’t even take a moment to bask in how good it felt, instead he immediately began thrusting his hips into you. He pulled out, pushing back in, setting a relentlelss pace. If you were desperate then Seunghyun was right there with you.

“Oh God, Seunghyun,” you moaned loudly, your hands gripping the edge of the table for something to hold onto as he rutted into you.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” He then caught his reflection in the mirror, the image of him fucking you searing into his memory. It was then an idea struck him. In a deep, commanding voice, he spoke his next words. “Eyes up and look in the mirror while I fuck you. Don’t you dare look away.”

You obeyed immediately, lifting your head up to watch, your eyes meeting his in the reflection. You moaned at how good he looked pounding into you from behind. You felt your walls clench at the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes rolling back completely consumed by pleasure. “I’m so close.”

Just as Seunghyun was about to speak, there was a knock at the door. It was someone calling for him. He apparently needed to go back out there to meet fans and take more pictures. He leaned over your back, his hips never relenting as he whispered in your ear. “Be quiet, princess. Wouldn’t want to get caught now, would we?”

You thought maybe he’d stopped but he didn’t. If anything he began to move faster. As he shouted back that he’d be out in a minute, one of his hands moved to slap your ass, grasping the flesh as it landed. You couldn’t help the moan that tore from your throat but Seunghyun acted quickly, moving his hand around to cover your mouth. The thrill of almost getting caught must have done something for you because he felt you tighten around him. Knowing that he needed to get back out there, he took this as his cue to finish you off. He pulled on your hair, tugging your head back as he thrust into you harder. The quiet grunts coming from him were your end. You practically screamed, the sound muffled by his hand as you came, your body shaking from the force of your release. He stilled, his own orgasm hitting him as he poured himself inside you. A couple more shallow throats and he pulled out from you. He leaned over you pressing a tender kiss to your neck, his fingers moved to pull your panties back into place.

He tucked himself back into his pants. He glanced in the mirror seeing his flushed face and messy hair. So, he used his hands to smooth it back into place, running them over his suit too to make sure there were no crinkles or evidence of your little get together.

“I have to go but I’ll come find you once I’m finished,” Seunghyun pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He hated to leave right after having sex but this was one of those moments where he had no choice.

When he left the room, you stayed behind for a moment to collect yourself. It was a miracle you could even walk right now. With a few shaky steps, you made your way out of the room and into the main area where everyone was. Seunghyun was over with the rest of the cast, taking photographs and looking picture perfect. It was almost like he hadn’t just given you one of the best fucks of your life in his dressing room.

Watching him from afar, an idea struck you. All you needed was a chance to get him alone and away from people. That moment happened when you saw him heading towards the bathroom. Quickly, you caught up to him, grabbing his hand and yanking him into one of the bathroom stalls. It caught him off guard, his eyes almost widening comically as you pushed him against the stall wall.

“What’re you doing?” He asked, watching with hooded eyes as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

“Rewarding you for what happened in the dressing room,” you smiled up at him cheekily, popping the button open on his pants and tugging them down. His boxers came next, freeing his cock. He was already half hard thanks to your boldness. You wrapped your hand around him, pumping him to get him nice and hard for you.

“I have to get back out there,” he said breathlessly.

“I’ll be quick.”

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking a little which caused him to groan quietly. He knew he had to keep quiet, you were in a public bathroom but with the way your mouth was already working him, he knew there was no hope for him. Especially not when your tongue licked a stripe on the underside of his dick causing him to shiver, his hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in your hair, slightly pushing your head towards his length. You took the cue, taking him in your mouth as far as you could go, hollowing your cheeks out. He watched your every movement. You pulled back off him with a pop, spitting on him so you could take him deeper. As you put him back in your mouth, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you heard someone come into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room – someone obviously coming in to wash their hands. You bobbed your head fast which caused Seunghyun to let out a strangled groan. So, you pulled off him again much to his dismay.

“Gotta be quiet, baby. Wouldn’t want someone to catch us,” you mocked his words from earlier. Once again you took him back in your mouth, bobbing your head along his cock. Seunghyun couldn’t take the way you were looking up at him through your lashes, the sight of him inside your mouth and the way he was hitting the back of your throat with each movement enough to send him spiralling. He let out a long, loud moan, bringing his fist up to his mouth to bite onto it to stifle the sound. His other hand held you in place as he shot his load down your throat.

You swallowed every drop you could, pulling off him and using the back of your hand to wipe any remnants from your lips. Rising to your feet, you cupped his cheek, patting it a little. “Good boy.”

Seunghyun took in a deep breath, his eyes closed as he came back down to Earth. With shaky hands he pulled his clothes back up. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“That’s your fault for wearing those glasses with that suit. Are you trying to kill me or something?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands finding their place on your waist. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day.”

“Are you satisfied now or am I going to have to take you back to the hotel and keep this going?”

“Mhm. I don’t know. Depends what you have in mind.”

Seunghyun only laughed, playfully rolling his eyes at you as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. The fact that tomorrow was your last day in Los Angeles made him feel a little sad but he already knew this was one of his favourite trips ever.

Just one more day to go.

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trippinsorrows · 3 months ago

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dreamland: happy birthday

authors note: idk. kinda wanted to write something for this. it's ltye roman's birthday. that's all i acknowledge. we don't know no one else.

as far as ages go, lina and leya are 6, tama is five, aria is 2, and koa and kai are one month. it's his 46th birthday.

no taglist. again, way too short for that. lmao.

words: 1.5k (you can tell i'm sick)

warnings: none.

He sleeps better these days. Not as easily disturbed. Decreased twisting and turning. Solana would know. She's experienced it all. The nights where she falls asleep with his arms around her to the times she wakes up in the middle of the night and finds him either on the balcony or in one of the kid’s rooms. Especially when they’re still babies. Sitting in the chair in the corner of the nursery. Sometimes standing over the crib.

She’s seen it all. That’s why the continued, back to back nights where she falls asleep in his arm and still wakes up, whether in the middle of the night, or in the wee hours in the morning, to the sound of his quiet, steady breathing in her ear is cherished.

Over the years, his sleep has become less interrupted, more sustained.

Peaceful.

And, it’s times like this, she’s most grateful. Relieved that she’s able to gingerly peel his arm from around her and sneak out the bedroom. Escaping without disturbing or waking. A necessity. She does her hygiene routine in another bathroom, closer to Koa and Kai’s nursery where she manages to handle their feeding, burping, and changing all in under half an hour, but more importantly, without her husband noticing her absence.

Another win.

The OG’s are already up, all sitting and waiting impatiently on Lina’s bed, already dressed. If Solana had to guess, Lina awoke first, then woke up Leya who most likely slept with her twin, something they’ve done for the past few years now on some nights. Then, Lina made her way over to Tama’s room, waking him and inviting him into her bedroom. They left Aria alone, knowing that’s something better reserved for mommy. And, they would be correct. Of all the kids, Aria is the hardest to awaken.

Baby girl could sleep through the apocalypse.

However, her youngest daughter’s excitement outweighs her desire for sleep as her scowl shifts into an excited smile as Solana works to change her out of her pajama top into one of the shirts. Shirts Solana worked hard to design with the help of her kids, all the way down to her youngest at only one month. She wanted them to be as involved as possible. Always does.

It’s why she allows them to help her prepare the breakfast they’d all discussed whenever Roman wasn't around the past few weeks. All of his favorites, including a mass sheet cake, the kids decorating it almost entirely by themselves. It’s far from perfect, but it doesn’t need to be. Made with love. That’s the most important thing.

As soon as the last batch of pancakes sit on the plate, steam still lifting and hovering over most of the prepared dishes, Lina is the first to ask, “Is it time?”

Smiling and removing her apron, left in her blue silk robe, thin gown underneath, Solana nods. “It’s time.”

The four of them make low sounds of excitement, Solana having to remind, “now, we have to be quiet in the hallway, okay? Your brothers are sleeping.”

At that, Tama frowns. “They have to tell daddy happy birthday, too, mama.”

A sweet sentiment. Solana reaches out and strokes his hair. “Maybe when they’re a little older, baby boy.”

Solana considered it. Putting them in a wrap to be a part of the celebratory surprise, but she ultimately decided against it. At only one month, Koa and Kai have seemingly fallen into a set schedule she doesn’t necessarily want to interrupt. Waking them up now would throw them all off for the entire day, not to mention, she’s not entirely certain just yet, but she’s leaning on the side of the boys taking more after their dad. They don’t seem the most social, scowling sometimes at being held by anyone other than her and Roman. And, they get cranky when they’re sleepy.

So, for a variety of reasons, they’ll sit this one out.

Besides, Solana wouldn’t be her if she didn’t also make onesies for them to wear, similar to the shirts the kids don. So, it’s the first thing he’ll see and notice when he either goes to check on them or Solana brings them to him. Whatever comes first.

“Are you guys ready?” Solana giggles at the enthusiastic head nods, letting Lina lead the charge, each of the kids with gifts in one hand. Leya walks alongside her sister, Tama is right behind, with Aria last, Solana staying close to all four.

They’re diligent in remaining quiet, tiptoeing out of the kitchen and up the stairs, Aria turning to Sol with her little finger over her mouth, Solana having to hold back her smile.

Lina remains in charge as they stand outside the master bedroom, carefully turning the door knob and motioning for everyone to follow her. A directive that doesn’t really need to be stated, especially when little Ms. Samaria Reigns is involved, because the minute that door is open, she barges in between her siblings, little legs carrying her over to the bed.

“Happy birthday, daddy!” Her little voice bounces off the walls as she works to climb up on the bed, Solana rushing over to help lift her. Lina, Leya, and Tama are also on the move, though none of them require any assistance.

The minute Aria’s voice fills the room, Roman’s eyes shoot open, and he sits up on his elbows right as the kids start mounting the bed.

“It’s your birthday, daddy!”

“Happy birthday!”

More well, heartfelt wishes, Solana only able to smile and shake her head at the kids’ elation. Her eyes travel over to Roman as she watches the smallest smile appear on his face as Aria makes her way onto his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him.

Another excited happy birthday as she sits down on his lap, Lina, Leya, and Tama scooting closer, eager to bask in all the merriment.

“We made you stuff,” Lina announces, the first to offer her drawing, holding it up for him. “See!”

Following her lead, Tama does the same, eagerly asking, “do you like them, daddy?”

And, Solana watches him. Watches how her husband takes in not only the drawings, most of them depicting him with the children, but how he looks at their clothes. Custom shirts she and them designed, some saying “Head of the Table,” “Our Tribal Chief,” “Acknowledge him!” and more. She sees it. Sees the appreciation and the love. Especially the love.

“I love them,” he finally responds, earning deeper smiles from their children. “Thank you, guys.”

Such a simple response, but Solana sees past it. Sees him in a way no one else does. Sees a man who spent years not celebrating or acknowledging his birthday because of the painful ties cemented to it. Sees the way she's worked so hard and has successfully shifted that for him. Redefined the narrative.

He definitely pushed back against it, Solana remaining as respectful as she could while also not allowing the opportunity to pass her by. The opportunity to make things right. Their girls being born exactly a week before his birthday helped immensely. Their kids help immensely.

For Lina, Leya, Tama, and Aria, why would they not celebrate their favorite man in the whole wide world?

And, when Koa and Kai are old enough, she's certain it'll be the same for them.

Leya is the one to take a bit of initiative this time around, reaching for his hand, tugging and pointing to the door.

Roman’s eyes squint with faux suspicion. “Is there more?”

She nods, happily, looking at Lina to be her mouthpiece.

“We made you a special breakfast!”

“And cake!” Tama adds, standing on the bed, jumping up and down. “Come on, daddy!”

Aria climbs off Roman’s lap and jumps on the floor, rushing towards the door. She waves her hand, beckoning him to follow. The rest of the kids doing the same, clearly ready and wanting him to see the grand breakfast—and cake—they prepared for him.

“I’m coming,” Roman responds, kicking the blanket off and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Solana walks over to him, Roman reaching and holding her close. He lays his head on her chest, Solana smiling and kissing the top of his head.

“Happy birthday, mi amor…”

He hugs her tighter, holds her closer, that love and appreciation flowing freely between the two of them. This is why she does it. Makes sure that in the years she doesn't throw a party for him (every other year was their compromise) and even in party years, she arranges this. Works with her babies to make sure they wake their daddy up to the best sort of morning. Filled with love, family, and all his favorite things in the world.

His family.

Roman may have been alone at one point. For a long time, even. But, he's not alone anymore.

And he never will be again.

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boredpotate · 8 months ago

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Happier Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Arcane or any other kind of media mentioned or linked.

Concept: Isekai Fem Reader turns back time to fix her timeline, but has unforeseen consequences. (If you want to know the full idea I had then it's in the first chapter)

Note: Didn't mention in the first chapter, but I'm going to assume Vi was 11 and Powder was 6 in the opening scene since I don't think it has been confirmed.

(Edit: Forgot to add something. I'm considering letting Reader have a romance with Timebomb, but IDK. Not fully decided yet.)

Vander Pov

Five years.

Five years since two little girls lost their parents on that bridge and since I became a father of two. Didn't think I would take in two more kids from the streets after them, but then again I never thought I would be a father. The two new additions were boys, all together they became a loyal little crew of four Undercity kids. Speaking of.

"You sure this this one's gonna work Pow Pow? The last one almost gave me a concussion.", Vi asks as Powder works on another one of her latest inventions. Supposed to be some kind of smoke bomb.

Powder puffs her cheeks a little with a pout.

"I said I was sorry and I told you it was a test. I didn't mean for it to have a delay on it. The switch went off later than I planned.", she says grumpily, but a hint of guilt in there.

"Of course not. That's just because you're a jinx.", Mylo says teasingly which makes Vi sock him in the arm. Making Claggor chuckle a little. Deserved, honestly.

"It's fine. I just don't want you blowing yourself up."

I smile as I set down drinks for them, not alcohol of course, before turning to Powder.

"Just make sure you don't run any tests in here. Unless you all want to spend the day cleaning paint off bar.", I say before taking a good look at my troop of trouble makers.

Claggor, big and strong, but not dumb. Smarter and wiser than others actually. A kind soul..... unless you're looking for a fight. Kid can take hits and hit you back harder.

Mylo, not the biggest nor the baddest, but surprisingly cunning if you didn't know him before hand. Always putting up a cocky facade, but he does care. Though he has a problem with making his face enticing to punch.

Powder, youngest of them all has a knack for mechanics and inventing. A tinkerer through and through, like Benzo's boy, Ekko. So much potential in a little bundle of joy. She'll go far in life. As long as she doesn't blow herself up first.

Vi, the oldest, the protector and the leader of the four. Always wanting to put herself in front of all the danger for her family. Take on all the burden, like the stubborn girl she is. Especially for her sister. Most likely to kick a door down before checking if it's unlocked.

Together we were a family. Honestly this would have been enough for me, but to think I'd get my brother back too.

"I'm sure it will go well this time. I took a look at the mechanism, she only needs to make a few adjustments.", Silco says, sitting next to Powder while working on his notes and occasionally glancing at Powder's work.

Silco, my brother in every way but blood. I didn't think I'd ever be able to rekindle our bond from before. He read my letter. Apparently he stayed in hiding for a few years to think about all that happened and himself. I still remember when he came back, around the time I took in Mylo and Claggor, the feeling I had felt when he just came walking in one day like it was any other regular day.

We talked about our mistakes and regrets. We reminisced on the old days when we were young and dumb, and when Felecia was still alive. It took time, still is, but right now? We're in a good place now. Forgave each other and moving forward to help Zuan. He and Powder seem to get along well, which is good. Silco was always the smarts between the two of us; always had his nose in his notes or a book.

I couldn't help but smile when looking at the scene. The bar felt more alive nowadays, the kids I took in talking and bickering but safe, and the man who is like a brother to me is back. All in The Last Drop where it's safe. All we need is Benzo and his boy, Ekko, here and we'll have the whole party together.

Everything i-

Dad?

Damn. That damn voice again. Been bugging me ever since the bridge. Like a memory, but from talks I've never had with someone before.

SoOoo, QUiCk qUestIOn. wHo get's THE bAr wHeN YoU reTiRe? hM?

Who is that? I can barely make it out to be a kid's, but I never heard any kid like that. Yet, it feels like I'm supposed to know. It brings out that same feeling in my chest that I have for my kids.

"Vander?"

I look back up to Silco, who is looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Is everything alright? You froze there for a second."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm fine, nothings wrong. Just.... something bugging my head for awhile."

He looks at me with some worry, but drops it after Powder grabs his attention. Probably something about her tinkering.

I go to clean a few glasses as I ponder on the voice again.

'Who is that?'

Reader Pov

"Get back here you little shit!"

I hear and ignore the shouts as I keep running. I managed to eavesdrop on a deal. Heard them talk about there drop off point for payment. The people came earlier than I expected for the money and I got caught in the act. Now I'm running through the streets with five people on my trail. Not my fault everyone ignores kids when discussing stuff.

I weave through alley ways and crowds in the streets with a mask and hood. After years of growing up in it, it's only natural that it's pretty easy to navigate. Especially as a kid; there's lots of little crevices and old pipe lines to slip into. Though these people are pretty persistent, but I can't really blame them. Seems like whatever job they did paid a lot based on the weight of the bag, though I am a kid so I could be wrong.

I take a quick look back to see that the crowd built me a good bit of distance before quickly ducking into another alley. I take many turns before getting onto another crowded street and build some distance before I start blending into the crowd. I see one of them pop out from the alley, but it's already too late. I'm good as gone now.

I steady my breathing as I begin to backtrack from where I ran from. They'll probably stay in this area and wait for me or some kid with a bag to come out, meanwhile my home is on the nowhere near here.

Home.

'I miss home.'

I thought it would be easier than this honestly. Not the living part, that's easy. Zuan isn't some drug filled city like before where everyone is trying to be on top. This like a playground compared to what it turned into. People still have a sense of community and gangs aren't taking over, or at least not completely.

Zuan went from being a dog town to a pit full of chickens and snakes. No more dogs ready to bark and bite for their own, ready to gather together and fight back when backed too far into a corner by the rich. Just a bunch of snakes chasing to be on top and taking out anyone who get's in their way. A bunch of snakes and fakes being led on by even bigger fakes and snakes; couldn't lead from the front or do their own dirty work.

What's hard is staying away from everyone, but it's worth it. To see them happy and together again. It'll really show it's worth in a few years. When everyone can come together and that bridge doesn't need to divide us anymore. Where markets can be opened and communities can intertwine with one another.

Plus, it's good to see Vander and Silco talking again. Even with everything that's happened last time; Silco grew on me. I never thought he would, but like Powder, he became another father figure to me. He didn't like to show it, but I knew he cared.

It took awhile to find him after I got Vander's letter from the mines, but after a lot of eavesdropping and investigating I tracked him down to some old bunker. Slipped inside when there was an opening and left the letter. Just had to hope that was enough to change his mind, and luckily it was.

Without Silco meeting Singed, Shimmer doesn't exist, and hopefully it stays that way for good. Though I still keep an eye out for it. Either way it's one problem dealt with, now onto the bigger one. Hextech.

That one damn job ruined everything, even when I tried preventing it from happening or going wrong. Things still went to shit. Hextech, always advertised as a sign of progress and innovation for everyone was only made for the wealthy. While Piltover thrived, Zuan was left in the dust and forgotten. It only stirred the pot and upped the heat. It just made people more frustrated, hateful, and more open to an aggressive stand against Piltover.

Watching all of this play out was one thing, but living in it? Watching as your very own home was slowly killing itself with no help from it's so called leaders? It was horrible. So many people I knew were killed, corrupted or became another addict hooked on Shimmer. Meanwhile the council and enforcers just let it happen. They could have at least gained control before it grew too big, it was obvious what was beginning to fester, but they didn't. Too busy enjoying the benefits of Hextech and luxury.

'Fuck Hextech.'

My mind wanders and procrastinates on possible dangers and outcomes as I make my way home. Before I know it I'm already across the Undercity, deep into the lanes where it reaches under the river above. Dark, smog everywhere and mostly filled with lowlife crooks and junkies, but less likely to run into the family. Here I can stay hidden.

I find my way home safely in an abandoned building. Parts of it crumbled away, but I managed to make a home for myself in one of the rooms on the upper floors. It was enough.

"Home, sweet home.", I say as I close the door behind me and lock it. I toss the bag aside to count later before flopping myself down on my makeshift bed. Not comfy, but better than nothing. I turn over and stare at the ceiling as I contemplate the future.

"I need to stop Hextech no matter what. One job. Get in, take the crystals, and get out before the crew get's there. Just gotta wait for Jayce to get here. Then it'll all be okay.", I say as begin to drift off into much needed sleep.

Powder Pov

"Stupid, Mylo. What does he know?", while fiddling with one of the toys Vander got for me. Looking out over the buildings buildings of Zuan and the few stars I can see in the night.

PoWDEr

I wheel my head around looking for the source of the unknown voice.

"Hello?", I call out but receive no response.

Y'kNoW, YOu'Re SmArTer tHaN yOu tHiNk yOu'Re RiGhT?

I hear it again, so I stand up and search my surroundings.

"W-Who's there!?", I say, trying to be as brave as Vi. I don't think I'm doing that good.

PoWder, pLEasE LisTen tO Me cAUse I mEAN it. yOU'rE nOt a jiNx. YOu'Re So mUcH MoRe tHaN yOu ThInK yOu ArE, yOU jUsT DoN't sEe iT yEt.

I hear the weird voice again. I realize it's not from someone but from my head, like when I remember a conversation, but much louder. I suddenly feel a sharp headache.

"W-What's happening?" I ask not knowing what's going on.

JinX oR No JiNx. I wiLl AlWaYs bE hERe PoWder. I pROmiSe. I wOn'T aBaNdOn YoU.

Why did that voice sound familiar? Why was it comforting?

"Who are you?"

"Powder!"

I lift my head and see Vi looking relieved, probably has been looking for me.

"There you are I was looking around for you. C'mon it's time for bed.", she says, but I stay still and wait for my headache to die down before taking a breather. I see Vi walk towards me before kneeling down and putting a hand on my head.

"Hey, is everything okay Pow Pow? What's wrong?", Vi asks with concern in her eyes and voice, but I don't know how to respond.

'I don't even know what that was.'

"....Yeah, I-I think so. Just a little headache.", I say, not wanting to worry her over was I heard. Remembered? I don't know.

"Are you sure?"

I do take a second to consider telling her the truth but.....

I wiLl AlWaYs bE hERe PoWder. I pROmiSe.

"Yup. It's fine. I think I'm tired from working on my stuff all day.", I say, trying my best to sound casual. She looks hesitant for second before nodding.

"Alright. Let's go to bed.", She says as she stands up and puts a hand on my shoulder and we head back inside.

As we walk to our room I can't help but think about that voice.

'Why do I remember it? Vi never said that, not Claggor, not Ekko either and definitely not Mylo. So, who is it?'

As I lay in bed and drift off to sleep I can't help but still feel that pull to that voice.

'Why can't I remember? And, why does that make me sad?'

3rd Person

As Powder goes to bed for the night with a head filled with questions about an unfamiliar, yet nostalgic voice. She doesn't know she is not the only one.

A voice being remembered by multiple people, but not able to be recognized by any. It only brings more questions and a feeling of longing and guilt for this voice. Unknowingly something darker lurks underneath all of it. Waiting.

Note: Might either do a little time skip next and work on a little more development for events and the reader, or just do a big time skip next chapter. IDK, I'll figure it out. I just didn't want there to be and immediate jump in time and at least have some kind of development on how things have changed and what reader is doing, and have been doing.

#yandere arcane #yandere arcane x reader #arcane au #yandere silco #yandere vander #yandere vi #yandere claggor #yandere mylo #yandere ekko #yandere powder #yandere caitlyn #platonic yandere

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The Yellow Sundress that you like

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Y/N

Summary: He loves you and your cunty Yellow sundress

Warning: SMUT NO PLOT / MDNI / Please i am just so horny after saw tha Pascalispunk Insta story 😭/ a bit of Daddy kink/ Breeding kink/ unsafe sex 🙏

A/N: This is myyyy very veryy verrrryyy first smuutttttt, so it is so messy here and there, because i make this while being horny over this man, OMG, IDK, BUT HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, (please spare me 😭🙏 if there are so many grammar error)

"... i won't stop buying you a very very cunty dresses and lingerie, because i want you to feel confident with your body, i want you to love your body, like i love all of you."

When everyone else is choosing to spend their year-end holidays in four-season countries, seeing snow or going to the highlands, you and Pedro decided to spend your year-end holiday on a beautiful private island with pristine white sand, owned by one of Pedro's friends.

There's no need to ask how you ended up there, the point is that Pedro always makes sure Y/N just has to relax and enjoy the vacation. Yes, your lover, who has a significant age gap of almost 20 years, loves to spoil Y/N. Whenever Pedro has a free schedule after shooting all sorts of film projects or TV series, he will always come home to your apartment.

Honestly, sometimes you still find it hard to believe that you, a 28-year-old woman who only works as a publicist team for a major production house, can be in a relationship with a megastar, Pedro Pascal.

You met when Pedro was on a media tour for the series Narcos, and you met by chance at a private celebration, and after that..., the rest is history, until now you have been in a relationship for five years.

Five years with the man of every woman and man's dreams sometimes makes Y/N insecure. Yes, for five years you still don't want to publicize your relationship for various reasons. Of course, Pedro understands and follows your wishes.

"I always ready if you decide to be open about our relationship baby. You are the most amazing partner and lover I ever have. Do not worry too much okay," he said at that time.

Although their relationship is still a secret, Y/N has introduced Pedro to her parents and vice versa, you have been introduced by Pedro to his siblings and parents.

It feels like this is enough for you, because you know that this man loves you, truly, very much, loves you.

But for Pedro, all this is certainly not enough. As someone who has the love language of acts of service, spoiling you is one of the things the man loves.

There have been countless times when Pedro suddenly sent a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite flower, to your office or apartment with cheesy little notes like

'i miss you, ma belle'

When you were menstruating, without being asked or requested, Pedro was ready to buy all your menstrual needs, from snacks, heat packs, and of course himself as a human-sized teddy bear who was ready to hug you when your stomach cramps started to attack.

Hey, of course this boyfriend material action doesn't stop there. Every year, Pedro always plans a short escape for both of you in the midst of his busy life as a Hollywood actor.

Of course, this boyfriend material action doesn't stop there. Every year, Pedro always plans a short escape for the two of you in the midst of his busy schedule as a Hollywood actor.

For the past three days, the two of you have been waking up late at this beachside cottage, sunbathing and making out like smitten teenagers, and having a romantic dinner afterwards. However, today a naughty idea crossed your mind.

For five years of dating, you already know what your lover likes when you have sex and the favorite thing that Pedro has never directly told you is how he is very aroused when you wear this yellow floral sundress.

Every time you wear a summer dress that really shows off every curve of your beautiful body, you know Pedro follows your every move like a lion eyeing its prey to eat. This time, you want to prove the hypothesis.

That morning Pedro woke up earlier than you, yes, this was your chance to give a naughty surprise to the hot guy. You started to dress up, wearing

Pedro's favorite white floral lingerie and then wearing your favorite sundress. The dress was really tight with a slit as high as your hips and your final touch was, you decided not to wear underwear.

You checked your appearance in front of the mirror once more, feeling okay, you rushed to Pedro who was reading a book on a beach chair and only wearing blue boxers.

"Baby ..." you called.

"Yes, ho .." Pedro was stunned to see your super hot appearance. The sundress had low shoulders that showed your big and tempting cleavage. There was a warm rush flowing towards Pedro's crotch because he saw how sexy his lover was.

"Well, well, is it my birthday today?" he asked, a naughty grin appeared on his face when you decided to sit on Pedro's lap.

"Baby ..., you are not wearing panty?" you shook your head while smiling naughty.

"No, I want to give you a lil surprise."

"Surprise? What kind of surprise doll?" asked Pedro while slowly stroking your thigh and slightly tickling your groin that was not wearing underwear.

"I know, you have a thing with a sundress baby. You are always so horny when I wear my sundress. Today, what if we find out if my hypothesis is true."

"Ah ..., you got me baby. I love sundress, I love how this slutty dress fits your body perfectly, I always imagine to bend you over on my desk then fuck you harder, until your leg shaking and beg me to breed you."

"uhum, what if we do that now Daddy? Bend me over, spread my leg and eat me in this slutty sundress.

Hearing Pedro's words made the hair on your neck stand on end. Not because of fear, but goosebumps imagining how the man uses your vagina as he pleases and makes you forget everything.

"Hell yeah baby. As you wish." Pedro began to explore every inch of your slender neck and lowered your dress until it was off and only showed a white see trough bra, which of course he immediately took off too and finally showed your ripe breasts with areola and white slightly pink.

lick, suck, tracing every inch of it it’s the most favorite thing that Pedro likes about your boobs. He loves your boobs so much, and when he plays with it, you can’t help but moan every suck, every lick of his tongue.

It’s so good that you are not aware you are already grinding your cunt (who is already soaking wet) into his hard groin.

“Ugh.. baby.. please.”

“Please what baby?” asked Pedro.

“I need your finger, please..”

“Not my cock babe?” He teases you with his fingers that are now circling slowly at your clit and make you moan in his ears.

“nggh, not yet, i want your fing… nggh...” You hardly finished your words.

“Show me how bad you want my fingers,” Y/N whined a bit, but she didn't stop herself and guided Pedro's fingers into her hole.

“Please papi, there.. please” He smirked to see your horny face while touching your wall and moving his finger the way you usually like.

Like the sex toy, Pedro moves his finger slowly and hits your very-very sweet spot that makes your cunt wetter and now you can hear your own sloppy cunt gettin fucked by his finger.

“Damn it babe, it became wetter than usual. Are you that horny?” he asked.

“Ungh, always wet for you papa.”

“My lovely princess. Tell me princess, what do you want next?” his fingers still slowly touching your sweet spot.

"ahn,.. i.. i.. unggh papa.."

“What mi amor.”

“i.. ahnn.. fuck me with your tongue..”

“My tongue? Be specific Y/N”

“I want your tongue lick my clit slowly and suck it. and fuck my hole with your tongue.”

"That's it, good girl. Okay, one cunnilingus for my girl.” He easily lifted your body and now you have splayed on top of the table beside him, he slowly touched your inner thighs then spread it then brought his mouth into your cunt and did as you said before.

“YES…” You, always love how he fucks your cunt with his tongue. the way he circles his tongue on your clit and licks it like he licks his favorite ice cream flavor.

“Daddy. so good..”

“Only for you baby. You are looking so good, hot, and tempting. Splayed below me, with this cunt dress.” He said still focusing on making you moan and cum, of course.

“C..cum.. i want…”

“Come baby, give daddy your cunt Juices.” then you cum on his mouth while he eats your pussy and he happily accepts your juice and eats it.

"Come here baby." He said as he guides you to kiss him, to taste your juice on his mouth in between the kisses.

"Thank you papa.." you smile at him.

“Aha, not yet baby. we haven't started anything yet. Now, bend over. show me your cunt.” His tone is very clear.

"Yes daddy." You said as you bend over him, spread your thighs and show your wet hole.

“Such a nice view. I think I can fuck you all day long with this dress.” He said.

"That's my plan papa."

“a very nice plan baby. should we change all of your wardrobe into sun dress?”

“and you fuck me everyday? I like that.” you said a bit wiggling your ass teasing him that already naked and showing his fat cock standing proudly.

“Okay, consider it done. Now, show me how that tight cunt works baby.” He slowly teases your entrance with his tip then thrusts his fat cock into your already wet hole.

“OH FUCK, so big.. papi.. yes, harder please, fuck me hard and fa..fassth” you said in the middle of your moan. First, he moves his ass slowly, like he's savoring every inch of your warm wall that sometimes massages his dick.

“Damn, Y/N it's still this tight. you are so fucking warm and tight.”

Suddenly he moves faster hitting your sweet spot again and again. You both already forget that you are still outside (Luckily it is a private island and your cottage is located in a very-very private area)

“Fuck..baby.. I think I'm going to cum..”

“Yes..please…please give me your cum papi. make me pregnant with your seeds.” with his last thrust, He cum inside yours, giving his seeds wishing it is successfully making you pregnant. He then pulls his dick and carries you in a bridal style to the room.

"Pedro.."

"Yes baby."

"I still remember when you gave me this sundress."

"Yeah, what about it baby."

“At first, I was very insecure about it.” Pedro is still listening to you.” Because.. you know, my body is not that I don't know how to say it.”

Pedro took you to bed and lay beside you. "You know, i kinda feel insecure about my body, it is.. kinda big, especially my thigh. sometimes i don't like it."

"Oh baby, i don't want you to think about your body like that. You know, i admire you as you are, besides, i love this big thigh and ass. You, baby, is the sexiest human being on earth, that i am so grateful that i meet you. Don't compare yourself with others, okay? And, i won't stop buying you a very very cunty dresses and lingerie, because i want you to feel confident with your body, i want you to love your body, like i love all of you."He said with a smile on his face as he carresing your hair.

"I love you papi."

"And i love you too mi amor."

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedrohub #PedroPascal #i dont know what to do but i am so hornk..#marcus acacius #marcus acacius x reader

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