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methsaint · 7 months ago

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list of all lana unreleased, demos & covers

unreleased songs

1. You Can Be The Boss (leaked)

2. Kinda Outta Luck (leaked)

3. Oooh Baby (= “Are You Ready?”) (leaked)

4. Hundred Dollar Bill (leaked)

5. Driving in Cars With Boys (leaked)

7. Daddy Issues (= “I Was In A Bad Way”) (leaked)

8. Trash Magic (leaked)

9. Paris (= “Take Me To Paris”) (leaked)

10. Heavy Hitter (leaked)

11. Dum Dum (3 different versions) (leaked)

12. Match Made In Heaven (leaked)

13. She’s Not Me (= “Ride or Die”) (leaked)

14. Pin Up Galore (leaked)

15. Dangerous Girl (leaked)

16. Never Let Me Go (leaked)

17. Children Of The Bad Revolution (leaked)

19. Marilyn Monroe (= “Puppy Love”) (leaked)

20. Come When You Call Me America (2 different versions) (leaked)

21. 1949 (leaked)

22. You’re Gonna Love Me (leaked)

23. Put the Radio On (leaked)

24. Gangsta Boy (leaked)

25. Summer of Sam (leaked)

26. Serial Killer (leaked)

27. Go Go Dancer (leaked)

28. Delicious (leaked)

29. Big Bad Wolf (= “Hot Hot Hot”) (leaked)

30. Playing Dangerous (leaked)

31. Afraid (leaked)

32. Hollywood’s Dead (leaked)

33. Damn You (= “American Dream”) (leaked)

34. Lift Your Eyes (leaked)

35. Boarding School (leaked)

36. Butterflies (leaked)

37. Every Man Gets His Wish (leaked)

38. Fordham Road (leaked)

39. Motel 6 (leaked)

40. Paradise (leaked)

41. Velvet Crowbar (leaked)

42. Fake Diamond (2 versions) (leaked)

43. Backfire (leaked)

44. Moi Je Joue (leaked)

45. Last Girl On Earth (leaked)

46. Live or Die (leaked)

47. Push Me Down (leaked)

48. Teenage Wasteland (= “Prom Song” [Gone Wrong]) (leaked)

49. Tonight (= “I Don’t Wanna Go”) (leaked)

50. My Best Days (leaked)

51. Break My Fall (leaked)

52. Catch and Release (leaked)

53. Crooked Cop (leaked)

54. Is It Wrong? (leaked)

55. Jealous Girl (leaked)

56. Hawaiian Tropic (leaked)

57. Heartshaped Chevrolet (leaked)

58. Hit and Run (2 versions) (leaked)

59. Making Out (2 versions) (leaked)

60. Noir (leaked)

61. Scarface (leaked)

62. TV In Black & White (leaked)

63. Us Against The World (leaked)

64. Midnight Dancer Girlfriend (leaked)

65. Maha Maha (leaked)

66. Television Heaven (leaked)

67. Golden Grill (leaked)

68. Beautiful Player (leaked)

69. Dynamite (leaked)

70. Breaking My Heart (leaked)

71. Black Beauty (leaked)

72. Hollywood (leaked)

73. Angels Forever (Forever Angels) (leaked)

74. Starry Eyed (leaked)

75. JFK (leaked)

76. Butterflies Pt. 2 (leaked)

77. Daytona Meth (leaked)

78. Tired Of Singing The Blues (leaked)

79. St. Tropez (= “Party Girl”) (leaked)

80. Queen Of Disaster (leaked)

81. All Smiles (leaked)

82. Bentley

83. Betty Boop Boop (leaked)

84. Born Bad Bay

85. Caught You Boy

86. C U L8r Alligator (leaked)

87. Criminals Run The World (= “Hit And Run” alternate version) (leaked)

88. Cry Me A River

89. Girl That Got Away

90. I Was In A Bad Way (= “Daddy Issues” alternate version) (leaked)

91. I’m Fucked

92. Kindness of Strangers

93. Mermaid Hotel (leaked)

94. Put Your Lips Together (leaked)

95. Resistance

96. Roses

97. Ruby Tuesday

98. Slow Gin Fizz

99. So Legit (= “Against Gaga”) (leaked)

100. Smarty (leaked)

101. Playground (leaked)

102. Wrong

103. Strange Love (leaked)

104. Bollywood Hawaii (leaked)

105. Baby Blue Love (leaked)

106. I Want It All

107. Behind Closed Doors (leaked)

108. Jimmy Gnecco (leaked)

109. Break The Cycle

110. Epiphany

111. Jonah

112. Little Angel

113. Lullubye

114. True Love On The Side (leaked)

115. Living Without You (= “TV In Black & White” alternate version) (leaked)

116. True Love

117. Greenwich (leaked)

118. Shadow Of A Doubt (leaked)

119. Get Drunk (leaked)

120. BBM Baby

121. Be My Daddy

122. China Palace

123. Dance Money

124. Fine China

125. For Charlie

126. Living Legend

127. Morricone

128. Piano Theme

129. W

130. Yes To Heaven

131. Ridin’/My Bitch (feat. The Kickdrums & A$AP) (leaked)

132. Back To Tha Basics (leaked)

133. Because of You (leaked)

134. Coca Colla (= “Television Heaven” alternate version) (leaked)

135. Hangin’ Around (leaked)

136. In The Sun (leaked)

137. Joshy & I (leaked)

138. Let My Hair Down (leaked)

139. Live Forever (leaked)

140. Meet Me In The Pale Moonlight (leaked)

141. Methamphetamines (leaked)

142. On Our Way (leaked)

143. Stoplight De-lite (leaked)

144. Trash (leaked)

145. Wayamaya (leaked)

146. You & Me (leaked)

147. Your Band Is All The Rage (leaked)

148. The good life (leaked)

149. Zodiac (snippet leaked)

150. Ave Maria

151. Pink Champagne (leaked)

152. Fine china (leaked)

153. Dragonslayer (leaked)

154. Poetry in motion (leaked)

155. There’s nothing to be sorry about

156. All for you

157. Unidentified flying bill

158. Smile

159. California

160. In wendy

161. More mountains

162. When i’m with you

163. French restaurant (leaked)

164. Coconut & key lime pie

165. Sweetheart

166. Roses bloom for you (leaked)

167. I must be stupid for being so happy

168. Earthquakes

169. Star lux

170. Eat for free

171. Wait

172. Crazy for you

173. Blizzard

174. Millionaire (new leak)

175. Life is beautiful (new leak)

albums

Lana Del Ray (Steven Mertens recordings)

Tracklist: unknown

Lizzy Grant and the Phenomena (leaked)

Tracklist:

1. Disco

2. For K Part 2 (Demo)

Sparkle Jump Rope Queen (leaked)

Tracklist:

1. Axl Rose Husband

2. Elvis

3. Blue Ribbon (= “Gramma”)

The Money Hunny Recordings (leaked)

Tracklist:

1. Money Hunny

2. A Star For Nick

3. Rehab (“For K Part 2″ Demo)

4. Pawn Shop Blues (Demo)

May Jailer – Sirens (leaked)

Tracklist:

1. Sirens (Titled as “For K”)

2. Next to Me

3. A Star for Nick

4. My Momma

5. Bad Disease

6. Out with a Bang

7. Westbound

8. Try Tonight

9. All You Need

10. I’m Indebited to You

11. Pretty Baby (Or “For K”)

12. Aviation

13. Find My Own Way

14. Pride

15. Birds of A Feather

Lana del Ray AKA Lizzy Grant

Tracklist:

1. Kill Kill

2. Queen of the gas station

3. Oh say can you see

4. Gramma (Blue Ribbon Sparkler Trailer Heaven)

5. For K Pt. 2

6. Jump

7. Mermaid Motel

8. Raise me up (Mississippi south)

9. Pawn shop blues

10. Brite lites

11. Put me in a movie

12. Smarty

13. Yayo

demos

1. Born To Die (2 different versions) (leaked)

2. Blue Jeans (leaked)

3. Video Games (leaked)

4. Diet Mountain Dew (3 different versions, also known as Diet Mnt Dew) (leaked)

5. National Anthem (2 different versions) (leaked)

6. Dark Paradise (2 different versions, one with other lyrics) (leaked)

7. Radio (leaked)

8. Carmen (2 different versions, one of them is acapella with other lyrics) (leaked)

9. Million Dollar Man (leaked)

10. This Is What Makes Us Girls (2 different versions) (leaked)

11. Without You (2 different versions, one with other lyrics) (leaked)

12. Lolita (4 different versions, also known as Hey Lolita Hey or Lolyta) (leaked)

13. Lucky Ones (leaked)

14. Driving in Cars with Boys (leaked)

15. Hundred Dollar Bill (leaked)

16. Heavy Hitter (leaked)

17. Yayo (leaked)

18. Trash Magic (leaked)

19. Ghetto Baby (Demo for Cheryl Cole) (leaked)

20. White Pontiac Heaven (= “Axl Rose Husband” alternate version) (leaked)

21. Summertime Sadness (leaked)

22. Young & Beautiful (leaked)

23. Jump (leaked)

24. Put Me In A Movie (leaked)

25. Brite Lites (leaked)

26. Unfixable (Demo for Shades of cool) (leaked)

27. Miss America (demo 1 and 2)

28. Beautiful people beautiful problems (leaked)

29. Freak (leaked)

30. Thunder (leaked)

31. Burning desire (leaked)

32. Old money (studio acapella) (leaked)

other songs – live/covers/collaborations

1. The End of the World (Skeeter Davies Cover)

2. Iron (with Woodkid) released

3. Chet Baker (with Mando Diao) released

4. Gloria (with Mando Diao) released

5. The Happiest Girl In The Whole U.S.A. (Donna Fargo Cover)

6. Ten Dollar Ring (with Bryan Dunn)

7. Goodbye Kiss (Kasabian Cover)

8. Heart-Shaped Box (Nirvana Cover)

9. Blue Velvet (Bobby Vinton Cover – for H&M) released

10. Chelsea Hotel No. 2 (Leonard Cohen Cover)

11. Summer Wine (Lee Hazlewood & Nancy Sinatra Cover)

12. Spender (feat. Smiler) released

13. Dayglo Reflection (feat. Bobby Womack) released

14. Cry Me A River (Various)

15. I Love Paris (Ella Fitzgerald Cover)

16. Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door (Bob Dylan Cover)

17. Roadhouse Blues (The Doors Cover)

18. Why Don’t You Do Right? (Peggy Lee Cover)

19. Wonderwall (Oasis Cover)

20. Some Things Last A Long Time (Daniel Johnston Cover) released

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guardianlegends64 · 1 month ago

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[Closed RP] Hazbin Hotel X Helluva Boss Alternative Love Life in “Double the Badass Double the Hellish Pleasure”

[Note: This RP is an Alternative Love Life which is a Crossover of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss which includes: Romance, Nsfw, Vulgar language, Gore, and Music! Only those who are 21 or Over can Read/View This RP!]

In The Darkest Pits, The Bloody Walls, Tormenting Fires, and the Tortured …The Sinned…And The Damned souls surrounded all Called Hell and there was the biggest City of all Hell called ZiroCity and that city is as big and long as Hell itself and its inhabitants were Demons, Mutated Creatures, and even Feral Beasts and Even Demonic Kings that rule ZiroCity

There were Two Female demon Adults Who were just strolling down the streets of ZiroCity they both saw the Hazbin Hotel where demons can have the opportunity to Rehabilitate and be sent to heaven and then they saw the I.M.P Headquarters and then there’s the biggest Hellish Beach all around the City !

Those Female adult demons were Loona who is a Hellhound and who is [45] years old and Sylvia who is a Hellhound and Wolf Hybrid which was also [45] years old and as they were talking about their Day in work and how they want to go somewhere more different for the Summer season…

Loona who is wearing a Black Leather Jacket with a Hellhound Skull symbol on the back and Black Pants as for Sylvia who was wearing a White leather Jacket with a Black Hellhound/Wolf Skull symbol on the back and Black pants with a chain link the two adult demons were at the same height and same age but very unique personalities…

As the two continue to walk Loona noticed that the two should do something newer together on the surface And that doesn’t care what Blitz has to say about going to the surface to do something different as her Best Friend which was Sylvia nodded in agreement and then…

The next Day Loona “Burrowed” the Grimoire a Book owned by Stolas Goetia to Open up a portal to the human world as Sylvia asked her on how She got the book from stolas as Loona replied that she borrowed it when she and Blitz went to Visit Stolas about an Opportunity and also Stella and Octavia was there in the living room

As Blitz was having a conversation with Stolas as Loona secretly asked Octavia for a favor to burrow the Grimoire Book for a little Trip to the human world with a Close Friend as Octavia gave the book to her secretly with no hesitation as stolas was very busy taking care of his Plant while talking with Blitz about the Huge opportunity as Stella was Drinking her Usual Tea Listening but also was starting to have some suspicions about Loona and Octavia The way they spoke so Softly and Quietly as she walked towards the two and asked them on what they’re doing as Loona was Ignoring her because she was busy on her phone as Octavia said to her mother that she was just talking with Loona about that last job that she participated with Blitz as Stella kept an very close and secretive eye on them both as Loona Explained to Sylvia but Loona didn’t really give a shit and Summoned the Portal…

As the two entered through the portal to a random location which the location that they were in is City of Chicago it was Night and it was the start of summer which means it’s June…

But they didn’t realize where they were going and then Sylvia asked about using their human forms in the Hunan World as Loona Replied to her that she doesn’t really give a fuck and that they can do whatever the fuck they want as Sylvia smiled and giggled as she followed Loona in search of a nearby Bar where they can get drinks and do something newly out of this world or some chaotic situations until they encountered two Adult Men That caught their hellhound eyes…

One of the men’s Name was Riley who has a Messy Black two block hairstyle, Emerald Green Eye color, a 10 pack and is Tall [9”9 ft] and who is wearing casual clothes as he was speaking with his Long time Best Friend about the Adventurous world Exploration that the two have been doing together but was asking a question about if they will ever meet someone that catches their eyes…. Until the two men then encountered the two same female anthropomorphic Hellhounds that caught their eyes too…

As Riley was surprised by the fact that he sees Two anthropomorphic Hellhounds and was utterly speechless at their Appearance of which their bodies were strong and also some parts were Magnificently substantial as the second Friend spoke first and said…

#romance #Helluva Boss #Hazbin Hotel #loona helluva boss

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girlwithrituals · 10 months ago

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101 ways to improve self esteem

1) Master a new skill.

2) List your accomplishments.

3) Do something creative.

4) Challenge your limiting beliefs.

5) Talk to a counselor.

6) Don't worry about what others think.

7) Read or watch something inspirational.

8) Stay true to your character.

9) Let go of negative people.

10) Set healthy boundaries with others.

11) Care about your appearance.

12) Welcome failure as part of growth.

13) Be a lifelong learner.

14) Face your fears.

15) Become a mentor.

16) Accept compliments.

17) Eliminate self-criticism.

18) Practice coping skills to manage stress and big emotions.

19) Notice negative thoughts and beliefs.

20) Challenge negative thinking.

21) Think about what you learned from negative experiences.

22) Practice gratitude.

23) Exercise.

24) Eat healthy and limit junk food.

25) Get good sleep.

26) Spend time with positive and supportive people.

27) Encourage yourself.

28) Write a list of your strengths.

29) Don't compare yourself to others.

30) Avoid perfectionism.

31) Do at least one positive, enjoyable activity every day.

32) Celebrate small victories.

33) Be helpful and considerate to others.

34) Be honest with yourself and others.

35) Accept your flaws.

36) Don't give up.

37) Practice self-care.

38) Go easy on yourself.

39) Practice being assertive.

40) Practice saying "No".

41) Practice relaxation techniques.

42) Take on challenges.

43) Volunteer to help others.

44) Forgive others and yourself.

45) Set goals and work toward them step by step.

46) Seek balance in all areas of your life.

47) Discover your passions and purpose

48) Groom yourself.

49) Dress nicely.

50) Be kind and generous to others.

51) Practice good posture.

52) Change a small habit.

53) Smile.

54) Don't procrastinate.

55) Don't take things personal.

56) Organize your personal space.

57) Challenge unkind thoughts about yourself.

58) Spend time outside.

59) Notice the good things.

60) Celebrate your successes

61) Write a list of things you like about yourself.

62) Don't take too much on.

63) Do something for yourself every day.

64) Develop daily habits.

65) Remind yourself it's okay if not everyone likes you.

66) Practice mindfulness.

67) Learn to tolerate discomfort.

68) Use problem-solving skills.

69) Take responsibility instead of blaming.

Tell Yourself Positive Affirmations Such As:

70) I am grateful for every day.

71) I am worthy of happiness and love.

72) I am in charge of my own happiness.

73) I love, respect, and believe in myself.

74) I deserve to be happy and successful.

75) I approve of myself, right here and now.

76) I am learning and changing for the better.

77) I accept 100% responsibility for my own life.

78) Every day in every way, I am getting better and better.

79) I can learn to accept the parts of myself that I don't like.

80) I am thankful for my challenges as they make me a stronger person.

81) Write down three positives about each day.

82) Make a collage with your talents, goals, and dreams.

83) Practice laughing.

84) Be proud of yourself.

85) Say mistakes are an opportunity to learn.

86) Show respect to yourself and others.

87) Resolve conflict peacefully.

88) Ask for help or support.

89) Complete a daily task list.

90) Have a growth mindset.

91) Be optimistic.

92) Treat yourself with kindness and compassion.

93) Focus on the things you have control over and can change.

94) Get started on tasks you have been putting off.

95) Practice good daily hygiene.

96) Focus on solutions not problems.

97) Talk about your feelings with someone you trust.

98) Drink plenty of water.

99) Start a new hobby or join a club/sport.

100) Do random acts of kindness.

101) Create a dreams list.

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jaeyunnz · 6 months ago

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𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩

ni-ki + f¡reader ❤︎ 18+

WARNINGS — dom!ni-ki, sub¡reader, arguing, making out, cussing, rough sex, unprotected sex (dont do it.) sucking him off, hair pulling, spanking, pet names.

this is proofread ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<) !!!

Last night, Riki and you had got into a huge argument about him being on the phone 24/7. You already overthink a lot and seeing him do that raises your suspicions even if it may really be nothing. You thought he was texting some other girl, with the way he's been ignoring you and too engrossed on the screen. When you brought it up, he was calm about it and told you it was nothing, just him doing work. Though you didn't believe that, and kept nagging at him, so then he snapped. After that, the both of you have been silent, not even looking at eachother once.

On a midnight around 10:45 pm, Riki got back from work and took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat hanger, still in his suit. He kicks off his shoes and sees you in the kitchen, cooking. He doesn't bother to say anything and just walks upstairs to the bedroom, slamming the door which caused you to jump at the sound, sighing.

You finish cooking him something to eat and make your way upstairs, knocking gently on the door. Theres no reply, its just silent. You grab the knob and turn it slowly, opening it and seeing Riki yet again on his phone, sitting on the bed with his head against his arm. He doesn't acknowledge the fact that your there, so you take a step closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Riki?" You whisper softly, but there still isn't a reply. "Riki."

He finally lifts his head up, meeting your eyes with an intense gaze. "Look I had a shitty day at work, I don't need this. " he says with a grunt, breaking eyecontact with you. "I'm not here to argue with you, I made you dinner." Saying softly, he looks up at you, "cool, not hungry." You frown, placing the plate on the nightstand, "You better eat." He snaps his head back up to look at you, crossing his arms. "And you better leave my room."

You sit there, a bit upset at how harsh he's being. You spent a lot of time making him food and the fact that he's rejecting it? Over a dumb argument?

"Really, Riki? Why are you being like this?" He ignores you, still on his phone, you furrow your eyebrows and slightly peek to see what he's doing. "What the hell are you doing that's so important, I dont understand!?-" he cuts you off when he slams his phone down on the nightstand, causing it to shake. "You wanna check my fucking phone?" He grabs it, tossing it to you. You stare at it, unsure what to do at this point. "Go, check it since your on my dick about it all the time."

"I don't need to.. I trust you, I just want your attention, Ki." He pokes his tongue through his cheek, shaking his head slightly. He gets up from the bed, staring down at you. "It's not like I'm purposely ignoring you, I have a lot to do." You get up as well, looking up at him, "I know and I'm sorry." He turns his head the other way, grunting. "Let me make it up to you... please? I'll do anything, Ki."

He doesn't reply, so you decide there isn't any use and your about to leave the room til he grabs you, pushing you harshly against the wall, pinning your body down. You gasp from the sudden movement, swallowing hard and locking eyecontact with him.

He smashes his lips against yours in a harsh kiss, your eyes widen for a moment before you give in, wrapping your arms around his neck. Once your lips part, he slips his tongue inside your mouth, rubbing it against yours while trailing his hand down to wrap around your waist, a moan escapes your lips. He slowly pulls back, the both of you panting heavily.

Barely a few seconds passed by and he dives back in, this time leaving a trail of wet sloppy and rough kisses on your neck, sucking or nipping at the skin. You grip onto the back of his hair, rolling your eyes back. "A-ah mmph, Ki..." He leaves a few marks on your neck before pulling back slightly. "Make it up to me huh?" He groans out as you nod, confirming this. He places his hands on your shoulders, shoving you onto your knees.

"Take off my belt." You widen your eyes, knowing where this is going before undoing his belt slowly, his hand coming down to yank your hair back roughly, a whimper escaping your mouth. "Hurry the fuck up." You gulp as he lets go of your hair, working faster this time and finally slipping it off, tossing it aside before looking up at him to guide you. "I think you know what to do from here, hm?" He looks down at you, your hand moving up and unzipping his pants, yanking it down along with his boxers.

His cock springs free, its big and has a slight curve to it. You admire his length for a moment before swallowing hard. "R-riki... I don't know if that'll fit in my mouth." He slides his hand down to cup your cheek, "I'm sure you can do it, babygirl. And if you don't i'll shove it down your throat myself." Your eyes wide in surprise from his words, his thumb running against your bottom lip. He's never usually this rough with you, but maybe it's because of your earlier arguments. He's probably frustrated.

"So, can you handle that, or what? Or are you gonna back out now, because fuck, if you start and then can't finish, I swear to god." Gulping, you shake your head and murmur out, "I-I'll try..." Nervously hesitating, you wrap your hand around the base, your palm and fingers barely around the length fully due to his huge size, placing gentle kisses on the head of his cock. He places his hand on the wall behind you, biting his lower lip. Finally you take only the tip inside your mouth, sucking and kitty licking it. "Fffuck..." he groans out, tilting his head back. Your tongue swirls around the head, his cock already leaking pre-cum as his free hand comes down to grip your hair, pulling you closer.

This causes you to take more of his length, almost choking. Grabbing his hips for balance, you move your head lower, bobbing your head up and down at a slow pace. "Fuck yeah... just like that baby." He grunts out deeply, fluttering his eyes shut in pleasure. "Damnit... your mouth feels so good."

His breath hitches as your head moves up and down at a faster pace. He starts bucking his hips forward, thrusting deep down your throat and causing you to gag, drool forming and dripping down the corner of your mouth. "Fuck I'm gonna cum." he pulls his cock out of your mouth and you instantly gasp, a string of saliva attached from your lips to the tip of his cock, panting heavily.

"Bend over for me baby." He breathes out, you follow his orders and lay onto the bed with your hips up, your ass in the air. He climbs behind you, pressing his bare cock against your shorts. You bite your lower lip and push your ass back against him, a loud groan escaping his mouth. He wraps his thick arms around your waist, pulling your hips up higher and roughly shoving your shorts down along with your panties. He spits on his palm, rubbing the saliva onto his massive head. He presses the blunt tip against your cunt, pushing slowly. "Oh shit."

You arch your back, screeching softly from the feeling, "A-ah, Ki!" He grips your thighs tighter, pushing his thick cockhead past your resisting pussy with a low grunt. "Damnit." He inches in deeper, spreading you obscenely wide. His cock twitches violently as he sheathes himself halfway inside you. "You're squeezing me so fucking tight..." He's barely halfway in, and you're already whimpering and arching your back against him like a cat in heat.

"T-too big.." you whimper out in pain and pleasure. He wraps his massive hands around your waist, pulling you onto his thick length inch by agonizing inch, causing you to fill the room up with pleasured screams. "Fuck. Take it babygirl... you can do it." He groans deeply as he bottoms out, his huge cock buried to the hilt inside your tight pussy. "Fuuuck..." He leans over your back, panting heavily into your ear. "A-ah, Ki! P-please be more gentle i...it's too much hahh.."

His massive dick throbs inside you, his thrusts becoming deeper. Hes not planning on going easy with you, especially not after the argument. Hes frustrated and this is his way of relieving it.

Your hands grip tightly onto the bedsheets, digging your fingernails in the soft material as your eyes roll back, his thick cock rubbing against your inner walls, "You're gonna make me cum." He grabs your hips roughly, pounding into you steadily, his massive cock stretching you wide open with each thrust as the room gets filled with his groans and your whiny screams. He adjusts his angle slightly, hitting a spot deep inside you that makes you moan continuously. "Your taking this dick so well, babe."

"A-ahh Riki, I'm g-gonna-" He slams into you again, his huge length almost lifting you off the bed. You squirm around, your thighs are shaking violently from the pleasure and roughness of his thrusts. "Cum for me babygirl." He whispers dirtily, bringing his hand down to spank your ass, leaving a red hand print as it causes you to lift your hips up, wincing in both pain and pleasure.

Your clenching tightly around him before reaching your climax, cumming and squirting all over his cock and the bedsheets. He pounds into you wildly, grunting loudly as he feels his orgasm approaching. "Shit, I'm cumming!" He slams his cock as deep as physically possible, his thick shaft throbbing intensely inside your tight pussy. "Take it all, fuck!" He smacks your ass one last time, a gasp coming out of your mouth while his massive load floods your inner walls with sticky cum.

He slowly pulls out, you whine from the loss of contact and fall onto the bed, exhausted. His massive length coated in your juices and his thick load. He sees it leak out of you, running down your thighs. "Fuck, baby. That was incredible." he leans down to gently kiss your cheek, collapsing ontop of you. "Y-yeah? It better have been.. because m-my ass is sore." he lets out a chuckle, leaving soft kisses on your neck. "My poor baby. A little too rough huh?" You look up at him with half closed eyes, kissing his lips, "mm... but i liked it." You smile tiredly at him.

💘: I LOVE RIKI AHHH anyways thank you to everyone on here for being so sweet!!! lmk who i should do next, maybe jungwon or sunghoon? ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

#enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #niki smut #niki x reader #riki smut #riki x reader #ni ki smut #ni ki x reader #enhypen fanfic #niki hard hours #niki hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #niki fanfic

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linoxpudding · 5 months ago

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Fashionably Jealous - Han Jisung

summary: you're part of skz styling team, and you've always been assigned to han jisung, but when you get assigned to another member for the upcoming concert week, he can't hide his jealousy- you and his members are waiting till he cracks and finally confess his feelings

pairing: han jisung x reader, skz squad

genre: fluff, humor

fic type: written + text

a/n: written based on this request, bestie!hyunjin is my fav 💜

Masterlist

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[A Week Before The Concert - 9 AM]

Han Jisung’s jaw dropped the moment he saw the stylist assignment list hanging on the wall for next week’s concert. His eyes scanned the names once, twice—three times—just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

You had been his stylist since the day you joined, always fussing over his outfits, fixing his hair, and making sure he looked perfect before every stage. But now? Now your name was next to someone else’s. Changbin’s, of all people.

Jisung felt betrayed. If he had been holding a coffee cup, it would’ve slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor in slow motion. Heck, if this were a drama, the camera would zoom in on his devastated face as dramatic music played in the background.

Without wasting another second, he whipped out his phone and furiously started typing.

[Later That Day - 10:45 AM]

Later in the morning, Hyunjin and Felix walk into the studio and get the drama after entering then they quickly update the rest of the members in the family chat.

[Concert Day ONE - 7 AM]

Han Jisung did, in fact, care. A lot. He sat on one of the dressing room couches, pouting as he watched you adjust Changbin's outfit one last time. It was already bad enough that the members were teasing him, but now you were teasing him too.

He didn't even realise you had finished until you plopped down beside him, nudging his shoulder.

"Hey, grumpy," you said grinning. "Are you going to sulk through the whole concert?"

"I'm not sulking," he huffed, turning his face away dramatically.

"Hey now," you tried once more, but he just got up and got busy getting ready.

You took out your phone seeing Hyunjin's text, you chuckled before replying.

[Concert Day TWO - 4 PM]

It was already the second day. Five more days of this torture of seeing you with Changbin.

He sat in the makeup chair, arms crossed, scowling as you fussed over Changbin's hair instead of his yet again. He didn't even realize his lips were pouting until Minho walked by and flicked his forehead.

“Your face is going to stick like that if you keep sulking,” Minho teased.

“I’m not sulking,” Jisung muttered. “Just…observing.”

“Observing what? The way Y/N fixes Changbin’s collar?”

Jisung scoffed. “No. Who cares about that? Not me.”

Behind him, Hyunjin, Felix, and Seungmin stifled their laughter. They had been watching Jisung stew in jealousy all morning, and it was comedy gold.

You, of course, were well aware of the situation. In fact, you played into it, purposefully fluffing Changbin’s hair a little longer than necessary, making sure to fix his accessories while Jisung watched.

Changbin, catching on, smirked. “You’re really thorough, Y/N. I might request you as my personal stylist from now on.”

That was the last straw.

Jisung stood up so fast his chair nearly tipped over. “NO.”

Everyone turned to him.

“No?” Changbin echoed, raising an eyebrow.

Jisung realized too late what he had done. His face turned red as he scrambled for an explanation. “I mean—uh—you can’t just—request someone like that! Y/N has a schedule! A very important schedule!”

Felix hummed. “And what’s so important about Y/N’s schedule?”

Jisung faltered. “Well… I mean… You know… Stuff.”

Hyunjin leaned against the makeup counter. “Just admit it, Ji. You’re jealous.”

“I—What? Me? Jealous?” Jisung scoffed dramatically, but his voice cracked at the end. “That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s really not,” Seungmin deadpanned.

You finally decided to put him out of his misery. Stepping closer, you tapped his shoulder lightly. “Han, you know we all know about your crush, right?”

Jisung froze. “Wh-What?”

“We’ve known for months,” Minho added.

“Dude, even staff knows,” Changbin said.

Jisung’s brain short-circuited. “EVERYONE?!”

You chuckled at his sheer panic before grabbing his wrist and pulling him aside, away from the teasing stares of the members.

“Hanji,” you said softly, watching as he nervously fidgeted with the rings on his fingers.

“…Yeah?” His voice was small, his usual confidence completely gone.

You smiled. “Why do you think they knew before you did?”

Jisung groaned, rubbing his face. “I dunno. I thought I was being smooth. Like, super cool about it.”

You laughed. “Babe, you’re about as subtle as a fire alarm.”

He peeked at you through his fingers. “Babe?”

You shrugged. “Figured I might as well, since you like me and all.”

His ears turned impossibly red. “Oh my god, I’m going to pass out.”

You nudged him. “Hey, don’t die yet. You still haven’t properly confessed.”

Jisung took a deep breath, then puffed out his cheeks before exhaling dramatically. “Fine. Here goes. Y/N… I have a stupidly huge crush on you. Have had for a long time. I think about you all the time, I get jealous way too easily, and I may or may not have written a song about how much I like you.”

You grinned. “Wow, that was actually a great confession.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up.

You nodded. “Yeah. And guess what?”

“What?”

“I like you too, Han.”

For a second, Jisung didn’t react. Then, suddenly, he let out a tiny, delighted squeak before throwing his arms around you.

“BEST DAY EVER,” he declared.

From across the room, the members groaned.

“Do we get peace now?” Hyunjin sighed.

“No promises,” you and Jisung said in unison.

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julymusings · 8 months ago

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dark chocolate cherry

i want to bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. i want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

or; your boyfriend shows up when you just want some alone time [3.2k]

jason todd x fem!reader; reader gets her period and describes painful symptoms; just fluff; jason "words don't come easy so here's acts of service" todd this is earlier in the relationship which is why he's still a little shy but she knows he's red hood? idk man. i was just going with it; can you guess what inspired this? (everything is awful)

The day started at 2 AM when you woke to shooting pains in your abdomen and blood everywhere. It continued until 2:45 while you cleaned yourself, changed clothes, put on a fresh pad, took some painkillers, and changed the sheets. It paused for about an hour until you woke up again at 4:00, courtesy of Gotham’s patented night-life that had taught you to completely tune out the sound of police sirens. Tonight, however, they weren’t tuning out.

The sirens quieted at 4:10, by which angry tears collected in the corners of your eyes as you flopped around in bed in an attempt to get comfortable. No matter what you did, there was always something wrong; the pillow was too hard, the blanket was too scratchy, the position hurt your arm.

From 4:11 to 4:12, you screamed into your pillow.

By 4:15 you had settled in front of the TV with a bowl of dry cereal (it took everything in you not to cry over the lack of milk in your fridge), a heating pad, and your favorite comfort show queued up.

At 8 AM you managed to drag yourself to work, where you half-assed the day’s tasks, took a 15-minute break to cry in your car, then dipped out a half-hour early.

Now, at 5 PM on a Friday evening, you’re curled into the fetal position in front of your TV with your comfort show resumed and your trusty heating pad cranked to the highest setting. Prepared to spend the entire night here, you already changed into pajamas and kept a couple blankets within reach. Your phone buzzes on the coffee table, and you stretch to reach it, careful not to lose your comfortable position or roll off the couch.

Jason About to leave Be there in 20

You groan out loud. You want to throw your phone across the room, but decide against it because no amount of hormones from hell are worth six hundred dollars. You’re still angry, though, for being so stupid as to forget about the date you had planned for tonight. Scrolling up to earlier messages, you see another text from today wishing you a good morning and telling you he was excited to see you tonight. But, too down to bother checking any messages today, you had missed it.

You I can’t tonight anymore I’m sorry I don’t feel great

After hitting send, you place your phone on the ground, not even having the energy to reach for the coffee table again. Or the energy to lift your arm back up, apparently, given how it hangs limply over the edge of the couch. You feel guilty about cancelling, but you are in no state to go out tonight. You’re used to the symptoms of your period hitting so hard. As much as you and Jason care about each other, you’re not sure you’re ready for him to see you like this. You’ve managed to plan your relationship around your hormone cycle so far, but today it came early.

Your phone’s buzzing is muffled by the rug, and you almost don’t hear it. Jason’s photo is displayed on the screen.

Your hanging hand clicks ‘answer’ and puts it on speaker so you can take the call without moving from how you're curled up.

“Is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine, I just don’t feel up for going out tonight. I’d rather stay home.”

“Did something happen?”

“No, I just got my period so I’m not really in the mood.”

“Okay, we can stay in tonight. What do you feel like eating? I can pick something up.”

“No, Jason…I want to stay home alone tonight.”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end of the line.

“Okay…did I do something?” His voice comes out a little smaller.

“No, you’re fine, I promise. I just don’t feel like seeing anyone right now.”

“…Not even me?”

Your hand presses against your temples to soothe the building tension headache. The self-doubt in his tone brings the anguish of the entire day bubbling up your throat. You feel like the worst person in the world. Exactly how you don’t want him to see you.

“Jason…it’s not you. I just…I feel like shit right now, honestly. Everything hurts, I’m miserable and sad and angry at everything, I’m breaking out all over.” You feel yourself welling up at all these little stresses coming out. “I’m craving everything but feel too sick to eat anything…I feel pretty disgusting right now, and frankly, I don’t want you to see me like this.” You finish your rant with a sniffle. You wipe your nose, trying to hold back the sob that’s threatening to break through. But at his silence, your worst, most improbable fears claw their way to the surface: he hates you now. You scared him away. You exhale heavily into your sleeve as more tears spill.

The phone is quiet for a long moment. Then; “I could never find you disgusting,” he says, gently. “But if that’s what you want, then we’ll reschedule.”

“Thank you. And sorry.”

He speaks with a tone you can’t quite parse. “Don’t apologize. Just feel better.”

It’s one hour after your phone call, and at the first knock, you know who it is. Who else could it be? With that soft, somewhat hesitant, one-knuckle rap on the door. Only one person knocks on your door like that.

“Jason, I told you not to come here,” you say a little more cutting than you intend to, but your back and shoulders feel like they’re about to snap under a phantom pressure and the frustration of your request being outright ignored leaves a burning bitterness that channels itself into a violent wrenching open of the door.

He jumps a little at the abruptness of your greeting. One look at your face and he visibly deflates.

“I’m sorry…I know you said not to come, but…” his gaze casts downward to his hands. You follow; he’s clutching a reusable grocery bag. Peeking out of the top is a gallon of Neapolitan ice cream. The ice cream carton’s condensation seeped through a small patch of the cloth bag and dripped onto the other items; a bushel of greens, among some other fruits and vegetables, as well as a parcel of brown paper that was fastened closed with a twine string. You return your gaze to his face.

“I think—” he cuts himself off, free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Then he drops his hand and sighs. “I’m sorry. This was a bad idea. You told me not to come here and I ignored you, but I thought…” he trails off, probably hoping you’ll say something so he can gauge your reaction.

You just stare at him.

He shifts his weight back and forth. His hand twitches.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll—”

Then, you burst into tears.

Jason’s eyes widen. He reaches out to touch you, then stops himself. “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, this was stupid. Please stop crying, I’m so sorry—” He’s panicked, trying to calm you down with apologies and soothing assurances that he will leave immediately and never go against your wishes again. All the while you stand in the doorway, blubbering like a toddler with a skinned knee, new tears forming faster than you can wipe the old ones away.

He once again raises a hand towards you, before it stutters, then clenches into a fist as if it takes all his strength to fight against the instinct to be close to you, fighting against the string that tethers him to you. He drags his hand down his face, then it falls back to his side.

“Okay, I—I’m leaving now. I’m leaving. Do you…want this?” He holds the bag out to you.

With it now in front of you, its further contents are visible. You manage to tamp down your tears enough to get a few words out.

“Did you—hic—buy me groceries?”

“Yeah…” There’s a wince in his tone, as if he’s only now realizing that his gesture is not translating as he intended.

You look back up at him with pursed lips and knitted brows, sniffling. Sure, the ice cream you can understand, but…you have no idea what to make of the rest.

The bag drops back to his side. “I figured…it’s just— it’s the stuff that you’re supposed to—” He strokes his palm over his mouth, eyes screwing shut for a moment. He huffs at himself, then continues. “I mean I’m sure you already know all of this, so maybe you already have all these things, and now I’m realizing how unnecessary all this was, and I shouldn’t have assumed—”

“Jason,” you say. Your upset has since been overshadowed by something else, though you can’t tell what it is. And your crying has stopped, but its lingering effects have you feeling congested and a little foggy. You’re half expecting this to be a fever dream that you’re moments away from waking up from in a cold sweat.

“—because obviously you know what helps you feel better much more than I do—”

“Jason.”

“And you— yeah?” His eyes are a little harried when they find yours again. But off your tired and still-confused look, he gets the message and collects himself.

“Right, yeah, I just thought that…maybe I could bring you some of the stuff with all those minerals that are supposed to help women when they’re…menstruating.” He briefly breaks eye contact at the end of his sentence, red rouge creeping up his neck.

You can’t help it; you start to giggle. You can’t remember the last time you heard a man use the term ‘menstruating’ in a non-medical context. And the fact that he’s so shy about it— upset as you may be (though not at him), there’s no denying how adorable your boyfriend is. His head shoots back to you as your laughter intensifies. He blushes harder.

“It’s not that funny,” he mutters.

You step away from the door, finally closing the space between you, and wrap your arms around his torso. Your head nestles into his chest. He gently drops the grocery bag on the ground and reciprocates your hug. He rests his chin on your head, which fits perfectly under his. Like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. You breathe him in.

“Sorry I’m such a mess,” you murmur into his shirt.

He breathes into your hair. “You have nothing to apologize for. And you’re not a mess.”

You look up, chin resting in the space between his collarbones. He looks down at you with a small smile, but some wariness is still etched into his features. Fear of unwittingly upsetting you again. He brings up a hand to push some hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. His hand remains there, toying with the hair that falls below your shoulder.

"Thank you for the food,” you whisper. The moment feels too intimate to speak any other way.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you. I just…” He imitates your quietness, like his admission is also too vulnerable to say loudly. “I really wanted to see you. And I hated the idea of you feeling bad about yourself, or being in pain. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Your eyes feel wet again. The first instinct is to hide your face, maybe press it to his chest once more. But, for some reason, you don’t. You want him to see you like this, messy and emotional and upset. You want him to see every part of you, and you want to see every part of him, the good and the bad.

“You didn’t.” A tear slips past the effort to keep it at bay. He shows no reaction to it, eyes never leaving yours, other than a quick swiping away with his thumb. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before. That’s why I was crying. Not because you showed up.”

“That doesn’t seem right. This is nothing. You deserve even more.”

With no words to fully, adequately communicate the blooming in your chest, you stand on your toes, reaching up to him for a kiss. But given his stature, your lips only reach his chin and brush over its underside.

At your quiet whine, he chuckles and leans down to meet you in the middle. The kiss is soft; filled with the innocence of fresh blossoms in the spring, and the sweetness of its borne fruit.

You pull away when a vicious cramp roots you back to the present. Your limps tighten around Jason with a groan.

“I need to go back inside. I’ve been away from my heating pad for too long.”

His shoulders sag when you step away from him. “Oh, um…do you still…want me to leave?”

With a simple exhale of humorous disbelief, you grasp his hand in yours and tug him to your front door. He’s like an excited puppy, eyes brightened and perking up as he grabs the grocery bag and happily trails after you.

He goes straight to the kitchen, pulling out a chair at the counter for you to settle into, then sets the bag on the counter. The ice cream carton has dampened most of the cloth by now, and likely the rest of its contents, but rather than attending to the groceries, his first action is retrieving your heating pad from where it rests on the couch. He unplugs it from the wall outlet and brings it to you. You curl up on the chair with it pressed flat against your lower stomach. It only takes a minute for the pressure in your hips to abate.

Then he moves to the groceries. The ice cream immediately goes in the freezer, and he unloads what’s remaining onto the counter, one by one, and you take note of each item. There’s spinach, carrots, apples, oranges, dark chocolate, some kind of meat wrapped in brown paper, and, strangely enough, an entire block of cheese.

You give him a quizzical look, picking it up to read the label. “You got me…cheddar cheese?”

He retrieves a cutting board and knife from its spot next to the sink, then takes the cheese from you. “Good for certain symptoms.” He slices open the plastic wrapping and cuts out some cubes with skilled efficiency. He does the same with an apple. “They all are,” he says, referring to his entire haul. He completes the makeshift charcuterie board with a couple squares of dark chocolate and slides it across the counter.

You look down at the cutting board, thinking about everything he’s done for you; everything you never even had to ask for. The words sit on your tongue, encaged by your clenched teeth; an admission that coils itself around your spine and squeezes tight, restricts your breathing and pumps your heart at thrice its speed. But you feel yourself welling up again, and the first bout of tears already exhausted you so much that all you can manage is, “I don’t know what to do with all this. I don’t have the energy to make anything good.”

But he just smiles and says, “That’s what I’m here for, honey. Can I make you something?”

You nod. He gets to work. The immediacy of his actions, how he takes no time to decide on a dish or find a recipe, makes you think his previously stated intentions of ‘just dropping this off’ were less genuine than he lead you to believe. Nevertheless, you munch on the snacks he laid out for you and watch him work. The cheese and apples are a surprisingly cohesive combination, the meshing of sweet crispiness and savory creaminess eliciting a contented sigh from you. You try to ignore the way Jason smirks in the corner of your periphery. The chocolate is incredible, yet unfamiliar. You read the label on the packaging: 80% Dark Chocolate with Cherry and Almond Filling. Even if you hadn’t tasted it yet, the quality of the packaging itself would have been enough to let you know that this chocolate is extremely high-quality. Like, special-order-from-Europe quality. Not stop-at-the-grocery-store-on-the-way-home quality.

“Where is this from? Did you buy this today?” You ask him through a mouthful of the rich, melting chocolate.

He doesn’t look up from the carrots he’s dicing. “Uh…no.”

Anyone else would attribute his avoidance of eye-contact to standard kitchen-knife caution. You are not anyone else. You could blindfold him, spin him around ten times, put a sharp knife in his hand, and he could still pull off a perfect julienne. You look closer. His cheeks are dusted with pink.

You let out a laugh. “Jason, you’re not embarrassed about liking fancy chocolate, are you?”

“No! Not at all,” he says, ceasing his chopping. He looks up, but not quite at you.

“Then?”

“‘Then’ what?” He asks.

“Then why are you being so shifty right now?” You try to catch his gaze.

“I’m not!” He defends. “It’s just chocolate! Do you like it? I’ll bring you more.” He’s stealthy with the way he avoids your eyes; you almost can’t notice how hard he’s trying not to make eye contact.

“Jason!” You reach across the counter, having to rise off the chair slightly, and take his face in your hands, making him look at you. When he does, he wears a sheepish smile.

“It’s…” His removes your hands from his face, holding them in his. He mumbles something, turning his head to the side. But you catch the tail end of it, a goading grin already creeping up your face.

“What was that?” You tilt your ear towards him, exaggerating the action.

“It’s Bruce’s.” He, in turn, exaggerates the enunciation, rolling his eyes at your simpering. “I…found it. In his pantry one day. And I liked it, so I took it. And then I…kept taking it. Every time I visited.”

You pout teasingly. “And you’re ashamed to admit that you think he has good taste in something?”

He doesn’t say anything, only hiding his face in his shoulder. You pull on your intertwined hands and he gets the message, skirting around the kitchen counter to come closer.

“You are so adorable, you know that?” You say. You reach up and pinch his cheeks. He swats your hands away, but there’s no mistaking his broad, childish grin for anything but affection.

He breaks off another square from the chocolate bar and holds it to your lips. You bite off a small portion, then push it back to him. He takes the remaining piece in his mouth and his eyes close for a brief moment as he savors the sweet, tart, and nutty flavors. You simply watch, entranced by him. Then, he kisses you. You lean into it, hands sliding up his shirt to grip the fabric and bring him even closer. His hold finds your waist.

He tastes like cherries and dark chocolate.

He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead on yours, and you want to tell him that. That, and so much more. But from the look on his face, the way his eyes find yours and the tips of his ears have a similar heat to the one in your chest, you can tell he already knows.

when it comes to jason's post-pit-repressed-teenager characterization (aka despite being older he's still as inexperienced and confused and insecure about the world outside of vigilantism and w/ women as a 15 y/o would be) (aka my favorite characterization tee hee), i think that he's mature about periods, knows they're normal and not gross or shameful etc, but still gets shy about saying the actual word, for no other reason than the 'shy around women' part always makes me giggle

also bruce is keeping the chocolate stocked specifically because he knows jason likes it and will keep taking it because he loves his son even if his son doesn't love him (he does he's just in his angsty teen 'i hate this family you don't understand me' phase rn)

divider is from here

quote at the beginning is pablo neruda <3

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strnilolover · 1 month ago

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⌗ . . . VOICEMAILS

WARNINGS : ANGST. SLIGHT CRYING. HURT NO COMFORT (?). PLOT TWIST (?).

it was a habit—the way matt would pick up his phone everyday and call you. even if you never responded to him, he was more than okay with that. he just liked having someone there to listen to him.

and really this week was no different.

START VOICEMAILS - remaining - *7*

*beep*

“hi!—sorry i can’t come to the phone right now, you know how life can get. but just leave a message and i’ll get back to ya! love you!”

*beep*

Monday - 3:12 pm

Voicemail #1 :

“hey sweetheart, i just left the grocery store and got your favorite cereal,” he pauses, laughing softly to himself. “i don’t know why you ever liked it, it didn’t even taste right, but..i don’t know why i keep buying it even though i know i’m never going to eat it. it’s a habit i guess,” he lets out a small sigh running his fingers through his hair. “maybe i just like pretending you’ll come around and steal the last bowl again..”

there’s silence on the line for a moment, matt’s breathing filtering in before he spoke again.

“call me when you get this, okay?”

Tuesday - 11:46 pm

voicemail #2 :

“i can’t sleep. the apartment’s been too quiet recently, more than normal. do you remember that creaky floorboard in our hallway? yeah? well i keep stepping on it by accident, and it freaks me out every time even though i know it’s there,” he laughs to himself, at just how silly he sounds saying that. “you used to tease me about it every time. pretty sure you even doubled over to the floor once after i screamed like a girl one night.”

suddenly he paused at the memory, he could feel his head starting to swim.

“miss hearing your voice. miss everything. call me when you can.”

Wednesday - 5:07 pm

voicemail #3 -

“work was fucking hell today. chris tried to prank me by messing with my camera settings again, and I nearly threw him out a window,” he paused, allowing himself to take a few deep breaths at the thought of his brother. he exhales before speaking, “you’d have loved it. you always said I needed to get better at standing up for myself, or really speaking my mind.”

he exhales a laugh, but it’s quiet.

“i’m sorry this isn’t as long..but, i stood up for myself today. thought you’d be proud—i love you and thank you.”

Thursday - 9:21 am

voicemail #4 -

“i saw a girl with your jacket today. the one with the patches and the paint on the sleeve—i thought it was you and almost ran after her.” he took a deep breath, sniffling. “though i stopped myself in my tracks. because really i shouldn’t be bothering with it”

there was a long pause. then, his voice came quieter than before.

“i wish i had really…just to see your face one more time, even if it wasn’t really you.”

Friday – 1:33 pm

voicemail #5 -

“It’s been… how long now?” he sighs quietly, feeling the way his face goes hot. “i stopped counting honestly..it doesn’t feel right. time doesn’t move the same when you’re not here. it’s like it got stuck on that day and never wanted to progress.”

a sniffle. silence for a few seconds, then a quick breath.

“anyway. i’m rambling again. i’ll call you tomorrow, okay? like always, i promise.”

Saturday – 6:45 PM

voicemail #6 -

“remember that little bookstore you loved? they’re closing down…I was able to though before hand and bought that poetry book you kept picking up but never brought yourself to buy. it’s sitting on your nightstand. still has the receipt in it.”

he breathes in like he’s trying not to cry—cause god—he really was trying to hold on for you.

a few small sobs and sniffles are caught on the microphone. “i’m scared I’m forgetting your voice.”

Sunday – 10:00 am

he doesn’t leave a voicemail today.

not at first anyways. he’s walking through the quiet apartment—his phone to his ear as he scans the walls of everything that was yours—before he then ends the call. and suddenly he’s standing in front of the shelf in the corner of the room when he shifts his gaze up from the floor.

the one lined with polaroids, bracelets, your favorite candle—

and

a ceramic urn with your name etched in soft gold.

and next to it—your phone still sits propped upright beside it. the screen’s dark and the battery’s long been dead. matt stares at it for a while, knowing just how many messages he’s sent to you since you’ve been gone.

slowly, matt presses the call button again, bringing his hand up to his ear as his other hand reaches out to trace the pictures of you and him—and leaves one more voicemail.

Sunday – 10:06 AM

voicemail #7 :

“hey, angel. i know you can’t answer these—I know that. i know that every time i pick up my phone and dial your name,” he sucks in a sharp breath, biting his teeth into his lower lip to stop the sobs from spilling past his lips. “i hope you’re happy up there..wherever you are. and happy 6 years my love—i can’t wait to have you in my arms again.”

another broken breath slipped from him. and a pause full of everything he never got to say to you—never got to marry you.

“but.. i’m gonna keep calling anyway. you don’t have to hear me to know i’m still here for you—it’s forever right? i promised you that.”

his voice cracks just a little—his walls about to crumble the longer he stays on the line. but he couldn’t help the cry that left him as he said the last few words he’d never get to hear from you again.

“i love you so much…and i’ll talk to you tomorrow baby.”

END VOICEMAILS - remaining -*0*

a/n : my version of the voicemails :)

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ssahotchnerr · 1 month ago

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what about an Ellie-verse where they have a family day planned but Aaron got home from a case super late the night before and is exhausted but trying to hide it/power through and reader assures him that he’s allowed to be tired and they have a movie day at home instead! I think of the quote where Hotch says he felt like he constantly had to be the perfect Dad and husband because he only had a short amount of time and it makes me so sad for him :-(

rain check

my heart 🥺 cw; girl dad!aaron, fem!reader, established relationship, reader is referred to as mom, hurt to comfort - aaron is self-deprecating per usual, domestic fluff <3 wc; 1.5k

One second, Aaron’s eyes were shut, his head resting comfortably against his pillow as he slept soundly beside you. What felt like the next: Ellie pouncing onto his chest.

He startled, opening his eyes and finding her sweet face. He couldn’t be annoyed, nor could he help the way his heart warmed immediately at the sight of her - how he's missed her the last couple days.

"Hi Daddy."

"Morning El Bel." He mumbled sleepily, "what're you doing?"

"Mommy asked me to quietly check if you're awake." Her tiny brows furrowed, tilting her head to get a better view of him as if she couldn't already tell. "Are you awake?

He chuckled, yawning into his words, "I'm awake."

"Good." She looked pleased. "C'mon it's zoo day!" Her hands landed on his chest, shaking him lightly. "We're gonna see monkeys."

"Really? I think there's already a monkey right here." He teased, tickling her side and releasing a plethora of giggles.

Ellie's talk pulled him out of bed - Elephants. Lions. What's your favorite animal? Jack wants to see the snakes, but they're scary. Mom is packing a lunch so we can have a picnic. She only left at his suggestion she should go help you, specifically, choosing his sandwich for him.

He showered, and nearly fell back asleep in the process, counterintuitive to what he had hoped would wake him up. The stream of warm water hitting his tense muscles relaxed them immensely, melting the stiffness from his shoulders and dulling the edge of his thoughts.

Once he pulled himself out, he got dressed, shaved, going through the motions hazily with a heavy body. The lack of sleep was already giving him a migraine, pulsating behind his eyes.

"Hey," you poked your head into the bathroom. "You almost ready?"

"Yeah, sorry." Aaron nodded, capping the ibuprofen. "Just taking a while to catch my bearings this morning."

Your eyes moved from the medicine bottle to him. It was dark when he climbed into bed, late, and you could vaguely remember the weight of his body settling down beside you, tossing an arm around your middle and scooting close.

And this morning, you had awoken before him, so now you had the opportunity to really look at him. The bags under his eyes - while always there - were more prominent. His eyes lacked their sparkle, drowned by the weight of pure fatigue. You could always tell when he needed a day, and he needed a day.

"Aaron..."

He recognized your concerned tone, immediately waving it off. "I'm fine."

"But-"

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He insisted, placing a kiss on your cheek on his way out. "Don't worry. It's going to be a fun day."

But naturally, you worried.

Any normal day, you would've been out of the house in less than an hour. When initially making the family day plans, the goal was to leave around 10 am. Or in Aaron time - 9:45, and it was already quarter after. Aaron, being Aaron, never deviated from schedule; the tardiness alone would have been enough of a sign that he was off his game, but when paired with everything else, it was quite damning.

As Jack - the ever helpful big brother - helped Ellie tie her shoes, you cornered your husband in the kitchen, watching him pour an extra large cup of coffee.

"Why don't we take a rain check?"

"Hm?"

"It's going to rain." You lied bluntly and badly, the fib so undeniably obvious.

"No it's not." Aaron laughed gently, his eyebrows quirking lightly in confusion. "I checked this morning. The radar is perfectly clear."

"Aaron, you're exhausted," you stated the obvious, sympathetically. "Do you really want to be on your feet all day long? And how's that headache of yours?"

Silence was his answer, screwing the to-go lid shut slowly. His tired eyes found yours, defeated. "Ellie's been looking forward to this. As has Jack."

Moving in front of him, your hands found his shoulders, offering his rigid muscles a soothing squeeze. "We can do something fun here. The zoo isn't going anywhere."

Dropping his head, he huffed a laugh, a rather disappointed-in-himself one at that. "Yeah, but I am."

Your brows crinkled in confusion. "What?"

"Any second, my phone could ring and I'm gone again." He said, his eyes rolling ever so slightly. "It's best to take advantage of what we can do when I'm here. And I am. What if the next time, it does rain?"

"Then we accommodate again." You solved easily, bringing a hand to his cheek. "Listen to your body Aar. Taking a day off isn't going to make you any less than a father. It's okay."

"And what, give them another reason to be disappointed in me?"

You frowned, "you know that's not true."

"I'm sorry." He sighed with a head shake. He did, but still gently admitted under his breath. "But that's how I feel."

"I know honey, and I wish you didn't. You don't give yourself enough credit." Your thumb stroked his skin sadly, releasing a breath from your nose. "They'll understand."

His gaze moved off to the side, unconvinced. "I don't know-"

"Are we going now?" Jack's voice entered the kitchen. Ellie was at his side - her tiny backpack on and ready to go.

You shared a quick look with Aaron, whose jaw was tight, an unhappy expression plastered on his face. "I'm not sure, you two. Dad's not feeling well today."

Ellie's eyebrows dropped in concern. While their resemblance was always uncanny, she looked like a miniature version of her father in this moment especially. "Are you sick?"

Aaron remained silent, biting down onto his lip, so you answered for him again. "He is a little bit, yeah. Would it be okay if we went to the zoo another time?"

"Yeah, we can always go to the zoo," Jack nodded with zero hesitation. "But what about the picnic we packed?"

"We can have it here." You mussed his hair gently. "Right in the living room, how about that?"

"Really?" Ellie's eyes widened. "A picnic inside the house? We can do that?"

"Yeah, it'll be fun." You crouched down to her level next, offering her a grin. "We can watch movies, play some games, and let Dad get some rest."

"Cool, I'll go see what we have." Jack hurried out and down the hall, beelining for the playroom.

"I'm sorry you're sick Daddy." Ellie consoled, wrapping her tiny arms around his legs and peering up at him. "We can see monkeys another time when you're all better."

His eyes softened, his scowl turning into a smaller pout. "Thanks El, I appreciate that."

She gave him a bright smile before running after her brother, pigtails bouncing atop her head.

Your eyes found his as a small smile tugged at the ends of your lips, conveying without words the reassurance you knew Aaron needed- they love you. His expression, while not entirely convinced, was more hopeful. He pulled you close by a belt loop on your jeans, wrapping his arms around you.

After selecting a few games and movies, Jack helped you set a picnic blanket on the carpet. Meanwhile, Ellie dragged every - literally every - stuffed animal she could find to the living room, creating a makeshift zoo just for Aaron. If he's sick, she'll bring the zoo to him.

You didn't say it aloud in front of the kids, but you watched his demeanor change. As if this healed something in him.

While he didn't verbalize it as often anymore, the weight of leaving home was something he held quietly in his chest - the dire need to be perfect with such a limited time. To go above and beyond for the kids to make sure they were happy, loved, and knew they were everything to him.

You witnessed it every time he left for a case; the instant dread that overtook him whenever his phone rang, the solemn expression on his face as he gave them hugs goodbye, the dismal tone in his voice over the phone during bedtime check ins. As if he were awaiting that one day he returned and they realized what a neglectful father he was.

While you reassured him, and he appreciated your reassurances, there was always the little voice in his head telling him not to get too comfortable. If he grew complacent, the life he loved could once again slip through his fingers.

But now, with the plans falling short, Jack and Ellie didn't display any remorse or sadness, only the care, concern, and empathy for their father you together have taught them.

He didn't need to be on all the time. Quality time was quality time no matter the plans. And, making sure Dad was okay was more important than anything else.

"Do you think Dad's feeling better?" Jack's voice pulled your focus, looking up at you from his spot on the carpet. The second movie of the day was playing on the screen.

You glanced over at Aaron, who was fast asleep on the couch - head leaning back against the cushion, his feet crossed as they rested on the coffee table in front of him. Ellie was nestled into his side, her eyes trying their hardest to stay awake and follow the movie, but ultimately failing.

"Yeah, I think he is." You gave Jack a smile, holding your arms out; he didn’t hesitate to scramble up and join you. "This is exactly what he needed."

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cerisereids · 11 days ago

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𝗜 𝗖𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗼 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗔𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲- 𝗦.𝗥.

Pairing- post s15!Spencer Reid x fem!reader

WC- 1.7k

Summary- It’s Spencer Reid’s first official day as a full time professor. He knew the day would be full of surprises, but he didn’t anticipate spilling coffee down his- ridiculously gorgeous- colleague’s sweater.

Contains- down bad!spencer reid, reader described as a woman, I think that's it, let me know if I've missed any!

A/N- this is chronologically the first official segment of the s18!dad!spencer x mom!reader series <333 masterlist found here! this is the story of how they met. Header from @thecutestgrotto !!!

Spencer Reid is late. Virtually, for the first time in his life, he’s late. On the very first day of his new job, no less. His Converse tap against the linoleum floor at lightning speed, his shaky hand gripping his paper coffee cup. His heart is racing, anxiety boiling in the pit of his stomach.

Then, his world stops. It's abrupt, jarring, his chest smacking into someone else's with immediate force. His coffee is in the middle of the collision, exploding all over the person in front of him. He takes a look at her, and just as his world resumes its rotation, it stops again. This time, it's a cartoonish skid, a halt so severe it threatens to stop his heart as well.

She's beautiful. She's pissed, looking at him with fiery eyes and a stained blouse. "What the hell?!" She exclaims, hands immediately flying to her chest. Spencer stutters out the world's worst apology, a weak ‘sorry!’ spilling from his lips as he fumbles around for a tissue, a napkin, anything to right this horrific wrong.

By the grace of some higher being, there’s leftover takeaway napkins in his briefcase. He hands them to her, her icy gaze piercing his anxious soul. He glances briefly down at his watch, now only 10 minutes until his first official class starts.

“Somewhere you need to be?” Her voice is clipped, irritated that he could be interested in anything other than helping her find a clean shirt.

“I’m so sorry, I just- it’s my first day. I was already running late-”

“Oh, you’re the new guy,” her tone is a bit easier now, more understanding, though her lip curls something sinister. “The new linguistics professor, right? I wasn’t there at your first meeting.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s me,” he breathes. As much as he’d give to sit here and continue to speak with her, all he can hear in the back of his mind is, ‘late, late, late, late!’ He feels akin to Alice’s white rabbit.

She glances at her own watch, her brows shooting up in understanding- the 9:45 class now starts in 5 minutes. “Oh! Oh, you go. Don’t worry about me, you need to get to class!” She ushers him down the hallway, but he turns one more time.

“Are you sure? There’s nothing I can do about…” he helplessly gestures to her damp blouse. She chuckles.

“Come see me in my office later, room 245. I have a few ideas,” her voice is different now, laced with playfulness and was that…flirtation? His stomach turns, aggressive cartwheels in his stomach that render him nearly ill. This time, it’s not from his lateness.

His morning and afternoon classes go relatively smooth, given his rocky start. Teaching comes easily to him, he finds. Facts rolled smoothly off his tongue all day, and this time, people are paying to listen. He’s not sure why he hasn’t done this all along.

Before he even registers where his feet are taking him, he’s found himself in front of room 245. He hears papers shuffling behind the door, a soft humming harmonizing in tandem. A smile creeps on his lips, his eyes darting to the floor before he takes a deep inhale. His heart beats in his ears, anxiety bubbling in his gut before he raps his knuckles against the wooden door.

“Come in!” A sweet voice chirps, tone much lighter than it was this morning.

He opens the door, poking his head in slightly. Her eyes light up at the sight of him, that same menacing smile curling her plump lips.

“Hello, New Guy!” Her shirt is different, an oversized Billabong t-shirt falling limp over her very professional bottom half- a pencil skirt that he’s sure would knock him clean out if that shirt rode up any higher.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips, hushed and a little embarrassed. The tips of his ears heat, his eyes finding the ground again. He shoves his hands in his pockets, his weight shifting from foot to foot.

“Hi,” he mutters, looking up at her through his lashes. She’s sitting at her desk now, a fresh cup of coffee in front of her. The rich scent is inviting, his caffeine deprived headache soothing ever so slightly by the smell. He never did get another cup.

Like she’s read his mind, she places a brown paper cup on the opposite side of her desk, right in front of the chair facing hers. He sits. Silence settles between them, and to his delightful surprise, it’s comfortable, not awkward. In fact, it emboldens him to look up at her, to finally make eye contact.

She’s breathtaking, crystalline eyes and plump lips reeling him in like bait. He’s one helpless fish, that’s for sure. Spencer’s heart pounds against his rib cage, his stomach fluttering with a fuzziness he hasn’t felt in a long, long time. Her eyes stay on his as she takes a sip of her own coffee, her tantalizing gaze teasing him over the rim of the cup. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks as she blinks, and Spencer swears his heart stops.

“Take a sip,” she says, nodding towards his cup. “I know you haven’t had time to get another one today.”

Spencer snaps out of his daze, her voice lilting through his ears like a favorite song. His cheeks heat as he reaches forward, taking the smallest sip.

He sputters a tad, the liquid scalding his tongue. He weakly attempts to save it with a cough, covering his mouth with his forearm. He turns his body away from her, almost to shield himself from the embarrassment. He may be older, but at his core, he’s just as awkward as he was as a scrawny 22 year old on his first day in the bureau.

A glass of water appears before him, her manicured fingers curling around the cup. Where is she getting all these liquids from?!? Regardless, he nods in thanks, accepting the glass. His throat bobs as he swallows, and he can’t help but notice the way her eyes follow the movement, lingering a bit longer than what’s professional. He doesn’t mind.

“You really didn’t have to do this,” Spencer mutters, referring to the coffee. “I mean, I was the one who spilled on you. Shouldn’t I be buying you a coffee? Or…maybe a new blouse?” She smiles at that, a soft giggle falling from her lips. Spencer smiles, too.

“It’s okay, really,” she insists, her voice sweet as a bowl of sugar. “I was late my first day, too. Missed my train, didn’t even have time to pick a up a cup for myself, so you were already ahead of me there.”

“You didn’t seem too happy with me earlier,” he remarks. “I was honestly shocked you invited me to your office. I was expecting maybe you’d exact your revenge.”

She raises her brow at that. “I’m still plotting,” she smiles. Dear God. That smile will kill him one day.

“So,” she starts, plopping her chin in folded hands. “Former Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid…how did you end up choosing linguistics?”

“How did you know my full title?” He challenges. She smiles.

“I’ve done some light reading,” she tilts her head, her lips jutting out in the most intriguing pout.

“Light reading, is that what you’re calling it?” He smirks, and she shrugs her shoulders.

“I suppose so. Your resume is extensive, Doctor,” the title unzips a shiver down Spencer’s spine. “You could’ve done anything with your life. So, why this?”

Spencer tilts his head from side to side, as if he’s rattling the question around in his brain.

“I’ve always been fascinated by linguistics,” he starts. “It explains the origin of who we are as human beings…the origin of our language, that is. But, without it, who would we even be? The structure of our syntax as human beings allow us to communicate in different ways all across the world. Did you know that the Andes region of South America-” He stops himself there, a long winded rant on the Quechua language resting on the tip of his tongue. The tips of his ears redden again as he slumps back into his seat. She probably doesn’t want to hear about it. Not the greatest first impression on the prettiest woman he’s ever laid eyes on. “Uhm, nevermind. I won’t bore you with the details.”

“No, no,” his head snaps back up to her, her eyes shining, “go on. I want to know more. I teach English literature, so it very much relates to my job. Let’s hear it.”

By the time Spencer leaves her office, the sun has long since been set. Darkness envelopes him as he exits the building, her heels clicking in tow. He hadn’t expected his night to turn out in such a way- eating Chinese food out of the carton while delving into the theatrical choices Shakespeare made throughout King Lear. It scares him how badly he wants to do this again, to see her again. Not at work.

He walks her to her car, standing awkwardly with his hands in his pockets as she places her bags in the passenger’s side. She turns to him, then. His breath is short once again. The moonlight glazes over her face, illuminating her candescent features- the slope of her nose, the rise of her cheekbones, the dip of her cupid’s bow. He forces himself to stop there, unsure of what he might do if his eyes traveled any lower.

“Thanks for tonight, Spencer. I had a really great time,” she smiles, reaching her arms up to wrap them around his neck. He’s surprised, pleasantly so, as he wraps his around her waist. The plush of her figure against his is enough to send him into a cardiac arrest.

“Goodnight,” she smiles, patting her palm against his chest. He feels something in his breast pocket as she drives away. He fiddles with it, the thick coarseness of a business card in between his fingers. He pulls it out. Her number. Spencer smiles to himself, the apples of his cheeks nearly aching. His stomach is now a butterfly cage, a sickly sweet fluttering hitting every inch of his insides. In less than 24 hours, this woman has turned him into a bowl of mushy soup. Out of all the ways he’d thought his first day would go, this option didn’t even cross his expansive mind.

What has she done to him?

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friskalicousbiscuits · 6 days ago

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Neglected The Mask!reader x platonic Yan!Batfam

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Epi

I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, it’s “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.

Chapter Seven

[Name] Wayne POV - Unpossessed

6:12am - Friday

You pressed the final piece into the puzzle. After the last 10 minutes of Damian and Skillit arguing about whether or not your little brother was hiding a piece, Damian eventually slammed it on the table, crossed his arms and turned away from you both to look forward as Alfred plated some pancakes, setting them down in front of him.

Wow.

“Dramatic much?” Skillit asked the other boy, ignoring the heated glare Damian threw at him. Alfred also set a plate of pancakes in front of you as well. Though, you weren’t allowed to eat because as soon as you picked up a fork, Skillit grabbed your arm and tried to pull you away.

“Wayne still has to eat, whatever-your-name-is.” Damian bit out, munching on some pancakes.

“And that’s too bad, boy. We have places to be. School and whatever kids nowadays do.” Skillit mocked as he went back to dragging you away. You both passed Duke and Stephanie who were standing out in the hallway… suspiciously? It seemed suspicious. You didn’t know why.

(“Shoot! They’re coming this way! Act natural!” Steph whisper yelled at Duke as she made a show of leaning on the wall and turning towards the other boy.)

You made sure to nab your bag from the book bag pile by the door. You almost missed it as Skillit didn’t stop for a single moment.

Is this a good time to add that you’re not exactly dressed? You’re still in your pajamas, same pink fuzzy slippers, as the ones you wore during your rule violating from a couple days ago. Skillit ditched the Peter Pan get up too. He was only wearing socks though.

Also… Ace is here?

The dog was patting beside you both, tail wagging as it followed. Skillit threw it annoyed glances every now and then. You wanted to tell him to stop because hey hey hey, that’s your baby. But alas, you kept your mouth shut.

By now, you were all somewhere along the first part of your trek to school: the long walk. You were pretty sure you three could make it in time. It took you about an hour and 40 minutes, without traffic, to get to school on your own. You guys left the manor at about 6:15 and school started at 7:45. You’d be late but maybe if you legged it…

You glanced to Skillit and Ace.

Skillit let out a yelp and Ace let out a whine of confusion. As for why?

Well, you didn’t wanna be late.

You had each of them tucked under an arm and were now running. Who knew a 12-year-old-presenting 4000 year old was heavier than a German Shepherd? You weaved through any crowds, jumping over any cracks or glass or even worse, needles.

God, slippers were freaking hard to run in!

The pink, fuzzy things kept nearly falling off your feet were causing you to trip. You looked down at them bouncing on one foot yet keeping your momentum while trying to wave your other foot around to fix the slipper.

A bark could be heard from Ace. Skillit leaned over to yell in your ear, “That meant to look out, idiot!”

You looked up just as you were about to crash into… Condiment Man?!

You literally threw your body out of the way, ignoring another yelp forced out of the boy under your arm. You were pretty sure Ace was just enjoying the ride. You glanced back at the rogue, ducking and nearly falling forward to avoid a blast of mustard aiming for the back of your head.

“Look forward!” Skillit yelled again, slapping at your stomach, probably trying to get you to let him go. You followed his demands, not letting him go but looking forward, and turned a corner. Just ahead was a bus stop. All you had to do was cross the road and you’d be there. You could either directly cut through the road or you could take the crosswalk which was further down the street.

Decisions decisions.

A set of barks came from Ace. Was that dog for “Cut through. Condiment Man’s behind you, also duck.” It probably wasn’t, but you ducked anyway. Mayonnaise spurt past your head and landed on the pants of some guy in front of you. You tried to look back again but Skillit smacked your stomach once more and told you to keep your eyes on the road again.

The understanding Ace thing a little too Masky, wasn’t it?

You were approaching the road faster now. You decided that if the dog hadn’t led you astray earlier, he might not lead you astray now. Thankfully, the cars were held up at a stoplight and not speeding down the street, anxious to flatten you. You didn’t stop running though. You instead did about the stupidest thing ever.

You jumped over a dang car.

You made the running jump and tucked your knees really close to your chest. Skillit did the same. You also heard a loud scraping sound that almost made your eardrums shrivel. When you touched down onto the other car lane, somehow managing not to embarrass yourself after jumping over a car, you threw yourself out of the way of almost slamming into the side of another car. From behind you, you heard a guy shout from the road.

“Your mutt scratched my car, jackass!” The man’s hoarse, yet loud voice carried over. That didn’t stop him from still driving away when the light turned green.

“Sorry!” You shouted over your shoulder as you finally slowed to a stop.

You’d made it to the bus stop.

That when the adrenaline decided to wear off. You put Skillit and Ace down as you slumped onto a dirty seat, chest starting to heave. You ignored Skillit’s yelling at you and Ace’s nuzzling into your hands so you could pet him.

You don’t think you’ve ever run like that before.

You pet your pup as Skillit continued to rant on and on until you interrupted him.

“So you’re actually coming to school with me?” You asking, still panting from that run.

“What?” Skillit looked at you as if you were stupid. “No! We’re skipping it.”

“What?! I can’t skip school! I’m already on thin ice due to that uniform violation!”

Skillit gave you a ‘poor you’ look before rolling his eyes. “I assure you, no one cares about whatever you’re talking about.”

“I—” You cut yourself off so you could heave a sigh. Your breathing was finally starting to slow again. “Fine. Fine, can I at least call the school and pretend that I’m sick or something?”

“Yeah sure.” He waved a hand dismissively as he sat down next to you. You pulled out your phone to check the time. 6:50. You noted you had no new no new notifications. You did swipe away Sammy though. After Red Hood pulled you out of the party, she’d called and texted a bunch of times. You’d already replied to them and listened to her ranting about never disappearing on her like that again. You went to your contacts app and found their number, pressing the call button.

It rang for a couple seconds until Mrs Sharpay finally answered. “Gotham Prep, how may I help you?”

You pulled the phone away from your ear and cleared your throat before putting on your deepest voice. “Ah… yes, uh this is Bruce Wayne?”

“Mhm…” She sounded suspicious.

“Sorry, I’ve never done this before. I normally leave this stuff to Alfred, my butler. [Name], my 12th grader I believe, won’t be coming to school today, they’re sick.” You tried to play up some ditziness and cluelessness. Weaponizing the Brucie persona was something you’d never thought you’d do. You wondered if the Gotham Gossip magazines had any nicknames for you?

[Name]-ie maybe?

“Oh. I see.” Ms Sharpay started typing something, judging by the sound of the keyboard clacking. “Poor thing. I hope she gets be…” Your brain tuned out as Skillit slapped your arm and pointed to the sky.

“Look! It’s Shai!” He whisper-yelled, looking up. Your gaze followed. Skillit’s shadow, Shai, was floating through the air, eating a hotdog. It didn’t have a mouth so you honestly had no clue how I was eating. Skillit ran after it. You stared for a moment before realizing that you were about to leave him to wander Gotham alone, and ran after him. Ace leapt up to run too.

“…yne? Mr. Wayne!” Ms Sharpay yelled into the phone startling you.

“Sorry! Sorry, it’s just that my youngest ran off! I really have to go. Bye!”

“Wai—” You hung up on the poor woman and pocketed your phone as you watched the boy run ahead.

Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! You can’t loose Skillit in Gotham. He was literally powerless right now!

“Ace! Hunt that kid down!” You shouted at the dog who barked in response, running ahead of you. Both Ace and Skillit turned a corner. You hear an ‘oof’ and a whine from Ace. You sped up and turned the corner too.

No one better hurt your baby— babies. Why in the world do think of Skillit as your baby.

Instead of running into Skillit getting mugged or something by some no good thief, you literally ran into someone. Someones actually.

You toppled over onto Ace who was on top of Skillit who was on top of a blonde man in a trench coat.

Tim Drake - Red Robin POV

7:35am - Friday

Tim walked through the school doors with the blankest expression on his face. Why? Because it was school.

He didn’t want to enter but he had to, of course. He assumed today would be a regular school day. That was disproven by a simple sentence from the front desk lady. “Oh, Mr Drake! Pass along a hello to me for [Name], would you?”

Tim snorted and kept walking. “They’re probably already here.”

“Oh? But your father called them in sick.”

That one sentence. That one sentence is what made him pause. Why? Because Bruce doesn’t do that. “Really?” He turned to her.

“Mhm, I was talking to him all about [Name] but then his youngest ran off and he had to go catch the boy.” She sighed. When would that’ve happened? Tim doesn’t remember that happening at all today.

“I see. At what time exactly?” He asked, gears turning in his mind.

“Well, I don’t know exactly—” He cut the woman off rushing to the desk.

“Then check the call logs!” He tried his best not to yell. The front desk lady obviously didn’t like this and rose a manicured brow. Though, at least she did check them.

“6:51, Mr Drake. There.” She shooed him off to class after that. While walking, he pulled out his phone.

He needed to call you now.

God, his sibling might’ve been kidnapped. His sibling that has no form of self-defense training. His sibling that is not a vigilante.

Fuck.

He sent you a text first. It didn’t go through. Fuck. He sent another which also didn’t go through. Okay, he could always call you. He swiped out of your chat, just to stare at the wall. Fuck. His staring caused his thumb to accidentally hold down on your icon. The little bubble that popped up as a result caused his eyes to be drawn back to the screen.

Right, he needed to call y— wait a damn minute you’re blocked.

He squinted at his screen. In red was the word unblock under your icon. He blocked you? When did he do that? Wait, shit, was that why you weren’t answering?

He pressed the unblock button and sent another text.

Tim: Where are you? Sent at 7:41am

No answer. No immediate one anyways. At least you responded about twenty minutes later. He went to hole up in the bathroom to avoid hall monitors during the wait. Those 20 minutes were… horrible to say the least. His mind was thinking too much. Thinking about all your interactions, the first time you both met, etcetera.

Did he ever explain that behavior to you all those years ago? That behavior from when he first met you? Did you still think he gave you the cold shoulder? He’d remembered the day you confronted him about it.

(“I just don’t want to be friends with you, okay?” Tim said, trying his best to sound annoyed. You’d cornered him after school. He didn’t like that, but then again, he hadn’t liked anything recently going on with you both either. “You’re annoying.” He bit out. He was trying to hurt you, he’d known it. And he’d succeeded too.

He’d remembered the way you’d stared at him. As if that single sentence broke your heart into a million pieces. He watched your eyes water, he’d watched you sniffle, but you didn’t say anything. Instead, you’d just walked away.

He’d wished you’d yelled at him instead.)

A couple weeks before that day you’d both gotten along just fine. You’d both been friends. When Tim was first introduced to you, it’d been a little after he became Robin. He’d remembered ranting on and on for hours about photography and Batman and Robin. You’d ask questions about his hobbies, crack jokes, he’d always wanted an older sibling. Being an only child could get quite lonely. He’d thought it’d all been sincere too.

Then, it was one stupid comment at school that’d ruined that relationship. Tim doesn’t even remember what it was. All he knew was that it was something about his relationship with you. How you never really cared or how you were only humoring him. Something like that.

And well, when it came to certain things, Tim could be an extremely insecure boy.

So when he’d gotten home from school, he avoided you. Shied away. Hid. Not wanting to confront someone who’d actually thought he was annoying.

And he’d watched your heart break at that.

Every. Single. Time.

Until eventually, you’d gotten the hint. Left him alone. Stopped trying to mend something that required two instead of one to heal.

And oh how it’s eaten him up insi—

His phone dinged.

[Name]: School? Sent at 8:01am

Enough going down memory lane!

He swiveled a distant gaze away from a random tile on the bathroom floor and responded almost immediately.

Tim: Bullshit. The front desk lady said you were sick and that Bruce of all people called in to excuse you. Sent at 8:02am

Tim paused for a moment before adding:

Tim: Am I talking to a kidnapper? Sent at 8:02am

[Name]: No??? Sent at 8:02am

Tim: Prove it. Sent at 8:03am

[Name] or whoever it was using their phone didn’t respond for a bit.

[Name]: Can I FaceTime you? Sent at 8:05

Tim sent them a thumbs up and soon he got a call. It was of you walking, the camera giving him a view at an upwards angle.

“Hey, Tim.” You said moving the phone up so that it was now looking down at you. Was that…

“Is that Ace?” He asked exasperatedly. A bark could be heard from your end.

“Yeah, he says hi too.” You sounded so nonchalant.

Way too nonchalant for a kidnapping.

He squinted at his phone again, looking at your surroundings. From what he could see, you were somewhere on the sidewalk. Walking with Ace. Someone else was next to you. “Who’s else with you? Where are you? Why aren’t you at school?” He asked rapid fire questions.

“Uh… Well, there’s me, Ace, Ski… Sid. Sid, that’s his name. And this guy’s Mr Constantine.” You angled the phone towards Ace, this Sid kid and—

“Woah woah woah, what the hell?! Why are you with Constantine?!” Tim knew he sounded confused.

“Ah Well, we kind of dog piled on him on accident and now we’re taking him for breakfast… er lunch? Brunch. We’re going to a pizza place. Want me to bring you a slice if I make it back to school in time?”

“Uh… sure?” Tim replied hesitantly before shaking his head. “You didn’t answer my last question. Why aren’t you at school?” He asked slowly.

He doesn’t think he’s had an easy conversation like this with you in a while. Forgive him for being a little… unprepared. Though, honestly, you were acting like Dick. Super flippant about all this.

“Oh, I had to find something with Sid. Ace came along too for some reason.”

“So you skipped school…?” He asked slowly.

“Yeah. Called in and pretended to be Bruce.” You said as you stopped and pulled open a door. A bell chimed. It was probably the pizza place. The camera was back to looking at you from an upward angle. You looked down at it as you asked, “Don’t tell him please?”

“I… won’t. Promise.” Tim said numbly. He really didn’t know how to feel about this. You were a goody two shoes last he checked. You didn’t skip school. Then again, he hasn’t really known you for the past… what? Four years you’ve lived in the same house?

“Thanks!” You smiled at the camera. “Listen, I gotta go and order the pizza. The others are finding a table. What slice do you want?”

“The one with canadian bacon, onion, and artichoke hearts.” Tim said after a moment.

You paused your presumable walking to the counter to look at the camera. You wrinkled your nose, yet he could still see the smile on your face. “Ew. How about meat lovers? It has bacon.”

“That’s fine, but don’t disrespect the combo. It’s actually delicious. And I’m not a freak like Duke.” Tim said in defense. “He’s the one that likes pineapple.”

“Ew again. I’ll get him that. And Stephanie?”

“Anchovy.”

“You’re joking right?”

“Dead serious actually.”

You hung up after that with a laugh. Tim sat in that stall in silence for a little bit longer. So long that his ass grew stiff and he remembered he had class. That was when he got up.

Even then, he was stuck the rest of the day remembering how close you’d both been.

And he never even got that slice either.

Alfred Pennyworth - Agent A POV

6:42pm - Friday

Alfred was cleaning.

What? It was his job.

Though, he’d admit he was doing it slightly earlier than normal. Room cleanings were normally on Sundays, but he’d decided to spice things up a bit. He also wanted to free that day for playing some chess with Gordon in the park. No one needed to know that part though.

He was going through all the relatively easy rooms first. That meant he re-did Dick’s bed, dusted Jason’s bookshelves, and was now on his way to [Name]’s room. Now don’t get Alfred mistaken, sure he did the first two first, but yours by far, was always the tidiest and left him only to do small things. Such as a light dusting near your desk, and that was it.

At least… that was what he was expecting before he walked in.

He stared, dumbfounded at the sight. Clothes or strewn all about the room, some even over the ceiling fan. (When you change, you spin, so of course things go flying). There were so many shoe prints on your carpet, carrying the dirt and grime of Gotham with them. (You normally left your shoes on the shoe rack in your closet, the mask does not do that. It probably couldn’t even take off its shoes in the first place.) Specifically, the prints were mostly leading to your bathroom.

…what he found was worse.

There were a bunch of burn marks in the ceramic of your sink. (That was where you burnt the paper of Bruce stolen from the billboard. You didn’t know where else to burn it. The only reason the fire alarms didn’t go off was that as soon as you saw the smoke, you threw a towel over it, climbed on top of your sink, and made sure to disable the fire alarm, lest you wake everyone up.) A gun eerily similar to one of the Joker’s was hanging from one of the towel hooks. Your towel was on the other one.

When he bent down and opened the open the cabinet beneath your sink he found dozens upon dozens of bottles with Jarritos labels.

Was this the start of a new hoarding habit? Or did you simply become so questionable in the timespan of a week that this was something else entirely?

He slowly closed the cabinet and breathed a sigh. He stood and got to cleaning.

He spent nearly 30 minutes on the burn marks alone.

When he exited after about an hour, because all those things he mentioned before weren’t even the start of the strange nonsense you‘d been hiding, he decided to get to work on your bedroom.

Which… now that he saw the bathroom was suspiciously tame.

He placed the discarded clothes in a basket a basket, and got to vacuuming extensively. The shoe marks were mostly gone, but he’d likely have to bring in some more cleaning supplies. After that, he did your bed, which probably the cleanest thing there and finally stopped at your closet.

He took a breath and opened it.

Nothing.

Suspiciously nothing.

That is, until a dollar bill slowly floated down, curling in the air until rested on the ground.

Where did that come from?

He looked up. On top of a shelf was a weave basket. The bill must’ve slipped through the ga— was the basket tipping?

Alfred greeted with a face full of money as it fell directly onto his head. He felt the bills scatter down him, probably now all over the floor.

After standing perfectly still for a moment, the door opened.

“Ah… shoot.” Your voice. Perfect.

Alfred took the basket off his head the final few bills scattering away. There you were in the doorway accompanied by Ace and a little boy.

“Alfred, I can explain—”

“Please do.”

He watched you fumble for words. “…I won the lottery?”

Not only did you probably get this money through incriminating means, but you were lying to him too? “You don’t seem so sure of yourself— also, who’s that boy?” The child, pouting, stomped over to your bed and crawled under the covers. Ace hopped on the bed and curled around his form, wagging tail calming.

“Ignore him. And— uh, okay I didn’t get it from a lottery.” You mumbled, eyes trailing to the side as you probably thought up another excuse.

Before you could say another word, Alfred stepped closer. “[Name] are you safe?” He asked, placing his hands on your shoulders. You jolted and still looked away from him.

“Yes. I am.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m not in danger or anything.” You said quickly.

“Then why…?” Alfred tilted his head towards the pile of money on your carpet. “Are you gang affiliated now?”

“No?!” You sounded appalled at the thought.

“You stole this on your own then?” Alfred asked, hands tightening on your shoulders.

“I— yes.” You sighed, sounding resigned.

Alfred stared. What had happened to this child? You were a good one. One to never steal or lie… yet here you were proving him wrong. His hands started feeling your head. “Did you hit your head recently?”

“What?”

“Did you. Hit your. Head. Recently.”

“No?” You sounded concerned now.

“Then has anything else like that happened?”

“Not really.” You stepped back, now standing in the hallway. “I mean, I fell into the harbor on Sunday, but—”

“You fell into Gotham Harbor?” He stepped closer again. “How?”

“I was sitting at the docks.” You quickly said. He knew he was backing you into a wall.

He didn’t care.

“Wha— when were you at the docks?!” He didn’t remember driving you.

“I don’t remember, okay? I— It was night though.” You looked away from him again. He could tell you felt guilty. You should be. Wandering Gotham at God knows what hour, falling into Gotham Harbor, that cesspool? You should know better.

Part of your words made him pause though. “Last Sunday night there was a storm. I know that for a fact because lightning struck a patch of grass near the barn.”

You were silent. That told him everything he needed to know.

“How did you not drown?!”

“I don’t know.”

“How can you not know?! You could’ve nearly died in waters like tha—” Alfred was cut off by the sound of his batphone ringing. He was needed in the cave. This early though? He pulled it out and looked between both hit and you.“We’ll be discussing this later. With your father.”

That made your eyes widen. “What, no! He doesn’t need to know anything about this.” Your hand reached out to stop him. A stern look had that hand stopping.

“End of discussion.”

Extra Info:

1.) Duke as the Signal saw the entire run to the bus stop and the hopping over the car. He took a video and sent it to the BatChat before going to apprehend Condiment King.

Steph: Got a future Robin up in here 🙏 Sent at 6:37am

Bruce: Duke, please help them. Sent at 6:37am

Babs: Now that I think about it, B, why didn’t you make [Name] a Robin? Sent at 6:38am

Bruce: Tim came along. Sent at 6:39am

Tim: I’m the reason [Name] wasn’t ever a Robin?? Sent at 6:39am

Bruce: Yes? I’m surprised you didn’t know. Sent at 6:44am

2.) You are not in the group chat if you can’t tell by the timestamps of when these messages were sent and how you remark about not having any new messages around 6:50. They forgot to add you, they just assume you’re like Jason and only look at the chat and barely, in your case never, respond. 3.) I for some reason, cried while writing the Tim background??? 😭 it’s not even that bad 4.) Constantine a bit from after you all ate pizza together:

John smoothed out his coat. Free food on another’s dime. Not a bad way to make up for losing the shadow thief. He’d been chasing it before he ran into those children.

Now, to find the bloody bastard.

All three of you guys left in search of Shai the Shadow once more.

5.) Alfred did not find your mask because it was inside of one of your nightstand drawers instead of on top of it.

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