#S.O.S. Text

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

I got bored, so...

My cousin:

My older brother:

My younger brother:

I did this because of this comment on Ishmael's wiki page:

[spiderrcakezz]

you gotta be kidding me.

[fear-is-truth]

hey bestie, boy, do i have thoughts !!!

Sugar Daddy!Bruce Wayne sending the car for reader but getting and S.O.S message (like one of those built in things to phones??? you press the on button however many times and it sends texts and voice recorders to selected contacts) and goes to save them as Batman.... (might make this my own fic but i've never posted DC so i'm being silly and req'ing it)

bruce wayne & his sugar baby. content warning —implied age gap. nsfw. use of the word ‘daddy’. 18+

you’re a menace. a minx. bruce wayne spoils you rotten, sends the car, makes sure you have everything you could ever want, and in return, you send him the filthiest shit imaginable. naughty voice notes, videos where your hands disappear between your thighs, texts so sinful they’d make a priest faint. and he takes it all in stride—that cool, deep chuckle over the phone, that lazy hmm when you tease him.

tonight, you were sprawled out in the backseat of bruce wayne’s obscenely luxurious limo, idly drumming your fingers against the tinted window as the city lights blurred past. the ride was smooth—silent—your driver didn’t make conversation, and you’d already sent bruce a photo to keep him entertained at whatever tedious event he was stuck at.

a perfect little tease—angled just right from beneath the hem of your miu miu skirt, the soft glow of the cabin lights catching the delicate lace of your soaked panties made by agent provocateur, sheer and damp where they stretched taut over your heat.

then you noticed the button.

small. sleek. built right into the panel beside you, just above the climate controls.

s.o.s.

you tapped it once. nothing happened. pressed a little harder. still nothing. so you held it. the screen on the dash flashed red. emergency alert activated. location sent.

oh.

okay. not ideal. but you figured you could text bruce and clear it up before—

the limo lurched. tires screeched. the driver swore under his breath as something landed—no, slammed—onto the roof. then, the door was yanked open.

cape. cowl. broad shoulders.

batman.

he filled the space, towering, dark, breathing a little hard as if he’d just sprinted through the city to get here. your mouth opened. closed. you glanced at the still-lit emergency alert, then back at the dark knight. at bruce.

so you did what you did best. you tease.

batted your lashes. tipped your chin up.

“did i scare you, daddy?”

[mochinomnoms]

Two's Company, Three's a Crowd, and Six is a Riot

ii. the sweetest tart in the red tyrant’s feast

[wc} - 8,227

[notes] - Riddle my baby...he deserves so many kisses...not sure if this feels super ooc or not but i liked it so this is what we got! i wanted to write so much more for him but it got too much so i had to cut down and make a few edits. also pls don't worry a whole lot about the poll at the end just choose pls

tags: @rosieboop @aliasrising @alienlatteinspace @wishicouldart @cottage-clockwork

make a choice at the end...

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ii. The sweetest tart in the red tyrant’s feast

Listen to: “Matsuri” by Fujii Kaze

An S.O.S. signal sent by Trey and Cater had the entire dorm on high alert for a last minute unbirthday party. 

High alert was putting it lightly, actually.

Riddle was meticulous in scheduling unbirthday parties well ahead of time. In fact, he made sure that all the Heartslabyul students had every single party, ceremony, gathering, and the like in their calendars from the start of the year to the end. 

This unbirthday party? It was in the middle of the week, in the middle of the afternoon, with only a few hours notice. Riddle must have gone insane.

“You! Get the tables set up! And you three, make sure the roses are painted red!” Trey was definitely stressed, barking orders out at the students that were already at the dorm. “Has anyone seen Cater? I need him to—”

“Trey! What’s going on, Riddle had me send out an urgent S.O.S., everyone is acting like their butts are totally up in flames—woah!”

Cater strolled in, phone in hand as he watched everyone run around, yelping as Trey caught him by his shoulders. 

“Cater! Where’s Riddle? Why is he having us do the unbirthday party two days early? I’m barely even able to get a cake ready, did he tell you anything?”

Trey looked like he’d aged 30 years just from his current expression alone, and Cater was having a hard time from laughing at it. 

“Pft—He’s getting his uniform on in his room. He texted me, which he neeeever does, B-T-W. I mean, he even told me to get the King’s chair.”

Hazel eyes met light green ones, blinking once. Twice. A third time. 

“The…King’s chair?”

“Yuh.”

“Riddle…asked for the King’s chair?”

“Yepperoni.”

“W-wh…why?” Trey asked incredulously. 

There were three special chairs in storage, alongside the normal ones brought out for parties and ceremonies.

One was called the Throne, a seat specially meant for the housewarden. It was created in the image of the Queen of Heart’s own throne and was named as such. It was large and dwarfed the person sitting in it, unless you were Riddle with his commanding presence. 

The second was a small, but ornately decorated chair wrapped in gold roses and vines, though it matched the other chairs more closely than the Throne. It was reserved for special guests and mostly was used for visiting faculty and housewardens from other dorms. The third was a rare sight for most Heartslabyul students, some even made it their entire academic career without seeing it. 

The King’s chair was a much smaller throne, rather lovely and almost demure, much like the king it was based on. It matched the Throne like a delicate teacup with its ornate china teapot. 

Like roses and baby’s breath. Like the sun and moon. Like rain and an umbrella. Like the stars and the night sky—well, you get it.

“To be totally honest with you, I’m not sure either.” Cater sighed, picking at his cheek as he looked off to the side. “I saw someone with Riddle when he first came into the dorm, super red-faced too. They’re sitting in the lounge A-T-M, he said to have the ADeuce pair to hang out with them.”

Trey furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, looking to his right, where the pair were bickering over the table settings. 

“Really? For a guest that requires us to take out the King’s chair, they’re pretty rowdy to be hosts, he say why?”

“Well, our mystery ‘King’,” Cater emphasized the king with air quotes, “was carrying Grim, who seemed all tuckered out…now that I really think about it…”

Cater started typing away at his phone and brought up a picture, leaning into Trey’s side to show a sneaky snapshot of a person in the lounge. 

“They look a LOT like (Name), see?”

Trey adjusted his glasses, squinting at the image of a person on their lounge couch. Indeed, the person in the picture looked eerily like (Name), from the hair to their eyes to the shape of their nose. Just older, with longer hair tied into a low bun and a deep red, simple suit and a pair of black, suede ankle boots on their person. 

“Woah…Cater you don’t think…maybe their sibling or something also got summoned here too?”

Cater looked around, like he was watching out for someone, before leaning in to whisper to Trey like an old woman with gossip. 

“I heard there were six different people summoned earlier today. And that Grimmy got (Name) into some sort of trouble and now they’re missing! Malleus is like, tooootally freaked out according to Lils, and Grimmy’s been sobbing into that person’s arms since he got here.”            

A wave of concern and sympathy for the little direbeast waved over Trey as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh man, poor (Name). Poor Grim, maybe that’s why Riddle wants the two to go host them?”

“Yeah, to help calm Grimmy-Boy down, probably. I’m gonna go tell them to head over and—”

“Wait, what about Grim? We heard that something happened to (Name), but no one’s telling us anything!” 

Ace and Deuce ran up to them, the former hiding his worry by crossing his arms, though he still bit on his lip. Deuce on the other hand was clearly distressed, fidgeting with his hands as he spoke. 

“Everyone just keeps telling us that Riddle wants us in the lounge, but won’t say anything about (Name)!” Deuce started waving his hands as he spoke in rapidly increasing panic. “They haven’t answered any of our texts, we heard that there was an explosion in the classroom they were at. Is Grim with them?”

Trey placed a hand on Deuce’s shoulders, giving the underclassmen a reassuring squeeze on his shoulders. 

“Hey, calm down. We don’t know anything, but Riddle might, he brought Grim with him a little while ago.” He decided to leave out the mention of your look-alike as he continued. 

“He’ll be here soon, for now finish up what you were doing and then head to the lounge to check in on Grim, alright?”

Ace opened his mouth to retort, but then closed it, huffing and nodding as he tugged Deuce along to finish their original tasks. 

Trey sighed, adjusting his glasses as he turned back to Cater. 

“We should also get our stuff done, I’m going to take a small group with me to try and get some food and tea going so that I can focus on the cake. Did you get someone to grab the chair?”

Cater smiled, bringing his fingers up in a peace sign up to his eye as he winked. 

“Yessirrrrr! I sent a few clones of mine to get the rest of the tables and chairs, I’ll help everyone finish up!” 

He paused, eyes widening as he looked behind Trey and cringed. 

“Oop, Riddle’s coming this way, and he does NOT look very slay.”

Trey raised a brow and turned around, blinking at the site of an unusually disheveled Riddle, well disheveled for him. 

His crown was starting to slip off his head, the train of his cloak was all twisted as it dragged behind him, even his tie was slightly skewed off his neck. 

“Riddle! Are you okay? You’re not usually so frazzled.”

Riddle cringed, cheeks red from embarrassment, as he adjusted his uniform. 

“My apologies, this is unbecoming of a housewarden, but there’s been a bit of a—” Riddle thinned his lips as he pondered what to say. “—let’s say an event. We have a very important guest of honor, and it’s of the utmost importance that this unbirthday party is perfect!”

The short housewarden looked around, spotting Ace and Deuce as they threw their paint brushes haphazardly into empty cans and rushed past the group to the lounge. 

“Cater, I presume you sent them to entertain our guest I mentioned?”

Cater nodded and gave Riddle a thumbs up. “Yep! Kinda confused about why our favorite troublemakers are going though, wouldn’t it totes better if maybe me or Trey go instead? I’m like, such a good host!”

Riddle shook his head, sighing as he crossed his arms. 

“No, trust me. They’re the best pair for our guest. And…” Riddle turned red again, looking around towards the gardens. “You got the King’s chair out of storage, yes?”

Nodding, Cater shared another look with Trey before the green haired man gingerly asked, “About that, the King’s chair is only for a housewarden’s partner. You of all people know that, so why are we taking it out for a guest…”

Trey paused, blinking in astonishment as Cater did the same. Riddle was turning red once again, all the way down to his neck, as his two hairpieces stood straight up. However, he didn’t look angry, not at all.

Riddle looked embarrassed, flustered even, especially at the mention of a partner. 

“That’s exactly why it’s being brought out, though it’s a bit complicated…”

Riddle had left you in the lounge a while ago, stumbling over his words and cheeks red as he asked you to wait until he sent someone for you. It was awfully cute, you hadn’t seen your husband get so shy around you since you first started dating.

It probably didn’t help that you kept cooing over him as you walked over to the Hall of Mirrors, making the other ‘Yous’ and the housewardens give you two looks. 

Mostly amused ones, though you think the other students were waiting for Riddle to blow up in anger.

Now that Riddle had left you, muttering about needing to get dressed and check on the garden, you were focused on the little creature on your lap. 

Grim was almost catatonic, ears drooping down as he let out a whine. He leaned into your hand though as you scratched behind his ears, his favorite spot, despite any denials about it.

“…Hey (Na)—um—Tart?”

You looked down, titling your head at Grim and giving him a reassuring smile. 

“Yes Grim?”

Sitting up in your lap, Grim fiddled with the gem on his collar, it looked a bit cloudy from the blot he accumulated earlier, though it was fading out. 

“What was it like when you came here? Did it feel weird when the cracks started growing?”

You knew he was actually asking if it hurt. Based on what Riddle was saying when walking over to the dorm, the younger you was screaming in pain. 

“A…bit. I think I was more shocked than anything. But I’m alright, and I’m sure (Name) is too.” 

You lied smoothly, and the little guy relaxed a bit, leaning against your chest as he murmured to himself. 

“Hmm? What was that?”

“...I’m kinda hungry…”

You snorted, ruffling Grim’s fur as you stood up and moved your arm to let him crawl up your shoulder. It was a bit nostalgic, it had been a few years since he’d been small enough for you to hold and carry again. 

“Let’s get some food then, I’m sure we can sneak a little snack from the kitchen!”

Grim smiled and purred, vibrating against your shoulder as he slumped over like a potato sack. It had been years since you’d been in Heartslabyul, but from all the time you'd previously spend with your husband here, you knew it like the back of your hand.

The halls were winding and trippy, for lack of a better word, but once you got the hang of it, walking through them was a breeze. 

It did smell like the kitchen was being used, a sweet, familiar smell of fruits and sugar wafting in the air. It made you want to drool, like a cartoon character floating to a pie. 

“Hmm, Trey’s baking~ Ugh, I haven’t had it in so long!”

You pouted, making Grim tilt his head and purr in confusion,

“Whaddya mean? We don’t get Trey’s treats anymore in the future? Myah! I can’t have that!”

A soft chuckle left you as you two peeked over the entryway to the kitchen. It looked empty, but the oven light was on, accompanied by a sweet smell of vanilla. The other entry led to the halls connected to the patio and gardens, and you could just make out the sounds of students running around. No doubt preparing a surprise unbirthday party. 

“No, no Grim, I’m exaggerating. We visit the bakery every Sunday morning for some tea and pastries. It’s like a little tradition for us!” 

You carefully tiptoed in, mouth watering as you eyed the cake slowly rising in the oven. There were strawberries on the counter, half cut and half still whole, like someone left midway through baking. Based on the heavy whipping cream and sugar alongside it, you suspected that Trey was baking a strawberry shortcake.

He wouldn’t miss a single strawberry, right?

Your husband’s voice was ringing in your ears as you plucked one of the berries and rapidly backed away, taking half of it in a bite and offering the other half to Grim, who swallowed it whole gleefully. 

Riddle would be chastising you right now if he were here. Angrily wagging a finger at you as he went on and on about how rude and unsanitary it was to take an ingredient from the kitchen. He’d huff as you smile at him and offer a kiss as an apology, teasingly offering a taste of strawberry from your lips. 

If your husband was here, you’d do just that. But you don’t know where he is, if he’s alone, if he’s safe. Really, though, you shouldn’t worry, Riddle had always been more than capable of taking care of himself. 

But what if he was hurt? Riddle was an excellent mage with powerful magic at his disposal, even more so as an adult, he’d be fine. What if he’s lost, completely isolated from anyone or anything? If there’s a will, there is a way, and Riddle was much more stubborn than he liked to admit. What if you don’t find your way back to him? Can you really trust Crowley when he never found you a way home?

You swallowed tightly at the thought, staring down at your hands and fiddling with the gold ring on your left ring finger. It was a ruby, with leaf motifs on the crown and band, making it look like a rose. A lovely red that reminded you of Riddle. 

“I hope he’s okay…” Grim turned his head at you and let out a curious ‘mrrph?’ as you smiled at him. “Riddle, my Riddle I mean. I’m sure he is, he might even be with your (Name)!” 

Grim looked reassured with that thought, mindlessly kneading into your shoulder. 

“Yeah. Yeah, they probably are.”

Both of you sighed as you leaned against the kitchen island, staring off into nothing in particular. The sounds of students rambling, the stomps of running, the smell of strawberries and roses. It was all so nostalgic. 

You think you could even hear the sounds of Ace and Deuce arguing, just like they did back then, and just like they still do now.

… Actually, now that you thought about it, their voices were getting closer and closer, footsteps against the tile floors growing louder as the two burst into the other entrance of the kitchen. 

“Move Deuce! You’re getting in the way—”

“—No, you move! You and your big as—big dumb mouth will only stress Grim out!”

“YOU’RE CUSSING! I’M TELLING RIDDLE AND—”

Ace stopped and stared at you, almost comically so, like a cartoon character as Deuce bumped into him. The latter gave Ace a stink eye before following his line of sight and similarly giving you a bulging-eyed stare. 

“W-wha—you—Grim—who—”

“WAAAH! ACE! DEUCE!” Grim cried out, bolting from your shoulder to jump into Ace’s arms. You winced as his rear claws slightly dug through your clothes into your skin as you used you as a catapult, but looked at your best friends’ young selves. 

Deuce stammered over his words, narrowing his gaze as Ace clicked his tongue at the cat-sized beast sniffling into his arms. 

“Ace…” Grim’s voice was shuddering and whiny as he dug his head into the ginger’s chest. “I messed up…(Naaame)...”

His eyebrows and eyes just very so slightly softened at the sight. Ace was always much softer than he liked to admit, just with your little group of four, though. Still was. 

“Grim…what’s going on bud? Where’s (Name)? And who’s the lookalike?” Deuce gave a firm nod in agreement to Ace’s questions. “Just tell us what you did.”

His ears flattened down against his head, Grim curling himself even smaller into Ace’s arms as he mumbled. 

“I messed up a spell again…(Name) got…” Grim let out a whimper. Of guilt or fear of disappointment again, perhaps both. “(Name) got caught in it.”

Both Ace and Deuce tensed as they shared a look, then glanced at you. Then back at each other. Then back down at Grim. 

“Grim…is that person…”

“Did you…”

You let out a sigh of relief that the pair figured it out so quickly. It spared you of an awkward explanation—

“Did you make them old???”

“I am not old!!!” You scoffed, indigent, as you crossed your arms and tapped your foot like a parent scolding a kid might. “I am only in my twenties, thank you very much!”

Ace pointed a finger at you, still cradling Grim in the other, and smirked. 

“Where in your twenties? Cause early is fine, but middle and late is pushing it!”

“Middle and late twenties is not old, Ace! It is still very much young, thank you very much—wait, why am I arguing with you on this? You don’t even have a fully developed frontal lobe yet!”

“And you do? So how old does that make you then?”

You closed your mouth as quickly as you opened it, noticing Ace’s smug look, huffing and rolling your eyes.

“I’m not saying! You know it’s rude to ask someone their age!”

Deuce looked between you two with wide eyes, cringing as Ace pointed a finger at you triumphantly. 

“AHA! That’s just another way to say you’re old!” Ace looked down at Grim and giggled as he ruffled the top of his head. “Aw Grim, you just aged (Name) up a couple of years! I’m sure Professor Crewel can make a point to make them normal, I don’t know why you’re crying—”

“They’re not my (Name)!” Grim cried out, though he sounded more frustrated by now, there were still remnants of tears in his eyes and wet streaks down his furry cheeks. “That’s one of the different (Names).”

“Different—”

“—(Names)?”

The two gave the other a look as they finished each other’s sentence, annoyed and embarrassed at the same time. You were reminded just how much they pretended to dislike each other at this age, the stark contrast from how they were back home was almost amusing. You couldn’t wait to tease them about it. 

“Maybe we should sit down and talk. I’m sure the others still need some more time to set up the party, so I can catch you up.”

Riddle’s left eye twitched as he eyed the bunches of roses. There were the usual painted roses to his left, plain red roses in the middle, and plain white on the right. 

“Rule 469 states that we should decorate using both red and white roses for new friends, but would…they…count as a new friend?”

Cater gave a confused hum and twirled a piece of hair around his finger as he gave it some thought. 

“Hmm…To be totes for real, I’m not super sure Riddle. I mean, technically we know (Name), so they aren’t a new friend. But Tart isn’t exactly our (Name), so like, they could really be way different from what we’re used to.”

Cater sighed, as did Riddle, who crossed his arms as he shook his head in frustration. 

“But they’re rather—” He chose to ignore how Cater had to withhold an amused smile at the way Riddle blushed. “—familiar with me. I fear it might offend them as they’re—”

Riddle turned even redder, the words, ‘my spouse’ stuck in his throat like a sugar cube that didn’t fully dissolve into his tea. 

So sweet and pleasant on his tongue, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to actually say it out loud.

It was pathetic. Absolutely and utterly pathetic at how just the thought of you being his spouse made his heart jump from his chest. You’d given him such a sweet smile, spoken to him in a giddy but fond tone back in the classroom, it made him both want to throw up and melt. 

“M-my—ahem—my spouse. And since we’re taking the King’s chair out of storage for them, perhaps it would be more fitting to stick with the painted roses.”

Cater nodded in agreement and gave Riddle a wink. 

“Sure thing Rids! I’ll let everyone know and get the last decorations all set! Why don’t you check on Trey back in the kitchen, he was pretty worried about the treats earlier.”

Really, he meant, “Go talk to Trey and relax.” Riddle was more than aware that he’d been out of character since arriving with you, though he sent you off into the lounge and avoided the general building since. It wasn’t as if he’d been avoiding you, Riddle admitted to himself that he was incredibly curious. 

It’s just…well…he knew himself well enough that he could admit he was fond of you. And it wasn’t every day that he could get a peek into a future that could quite literally speak back to him in full sentences. If normal divination spells worked like that, then reading tea leaves and crystal balls would be for naught.

“Yes, I should see how Trey is doing, will you have the rest of the decorations and arrangements complete by noon?”

Cater gave him a thumbs up and turned on his heel towards the group of students frantically running around the garden, doing their best to prepare.

Riddle felt bad, he truly did. He’d made it a point to schedule all the unbirthday parties for the year by orientation so that he could have all the incoming freshmen prepared. Not only was it more efficient this way, it meant no one could use the excuse of “I didn’t know!” to skip out on work or the party itself. 

But it wouldn’t be appropriate to have the future version of his spouse (he both loved and hated how warm the thought made him feel) visit the dorm and not be honored as a guest. 

Still, he wasn’t sure just how to approach you. Would it be better to be respectful and chaste? Perhaps he should treat you how he’d normally do so, but if this version of you was his spouse, would you be expecting more…affection?

You’d practically tackled him back at the classroom, clinging to him like you’d been together for ages. 

He supposed that for the (Name) sitting in the lounge at this moment, that was a fact of life. Riddle wasn’t stupid, he saw the ruby ring on your finger—a Roseheart family heirloom—and he knew that he’d never dare ask his mother for it unless he’d been with you for years. 

Frankly, he’s surprised that his mother actually approved of the union. In a different time, yes, but still. Riddle does briefly consider that his father or even his grandparents could have also given their blessings. 

No. Not even over her own dead body would his mother allow anything related to him to happen without her approval. He’s positive she would crawl out from the afterlife, nails digging into the crust of the earth where her grave laid if she so much as sensed that something was happening without her. 

Riddle suppressed a shudder at the thought as he stepped into the kitchen, where Trey and a few dorm members were shuffling between each other. The sounds of whisks against metal bowls, a knife on a cutting board, and the sweet smell of vanilla made him relax. 

Something familiar, something running smoothly, something that wouldn’t give him a massive migraine. 

“Almost cool enough. Hey, when you’re done with the whipped cream, bring it over so I can start layering—oh, Riddle.”

Trey had been glaring at the cakes in front of him with mild annoyance, as if he could will them to cool down faster on the wire racks, before noticing Riddle and giving him a soft smile.

“I think we’ll manage to have the cakes done half past twelve, thankfully I had some premade tarts and pastries already prepared for the croquette tournament.” He sighed and rubbed the back of his head. “I’ll just have to make some more next week.”

Riddle felt guilt build up in the back of his throat as he nodded. 

“I appreciate you working so quickly on this. Please forgive the additional stress, it’s not everyday we have such…an important guest.”

“Hey Housewarden!” A rabbit beastman with white, ringlet curls and red eyes snuck up behind Trey and peered at Riddle with a curious smile. “That guest wouldn’t happen to be the person in the lounge with Ace and Deuce, would they?”

Relief flooded his system, as despite how much trouble the pair was, Riddle knew just how close they were to you. 

“Yes, Timmy, that’s correct. I assume they’re comfortable and are being treated well?”

The beastman hesitated before nodding. 

“I mean, I think so? They’d been having a squabble a bit ago, but they were also laughing, so I think it’s all in good fun.”

A mischievous smile crossed Timmy’s as cooed out, “Plus, they’ve been talking an awful lot about you Housewarden. Didn’t think you were into older—oof!”

A swift elbow from Trey into his stomach made the other keel over and groan in pain. Riddle felt the tale-tell heat of rage grow under his skin as he gave a stern glare to the rabbit. 

“If you have time to eavesdrop on others' conversations, then perhaps you don’t have enough tasks to keep you occupied. Take the dishes that are ready and get the tables set up, remember what happens to rabbits if Rule 628 is broken!”

Despite Trey’s rather soft scolding, the other man turned pale and nodded, swiftly grabbing a tray of scones and tea before rushing off. The green-haired man nodded at the others in the kitchen as well, who followed suit with the rest of the dishes, leaving the two of them alone. 

“...Thank you, Trey. I’d hate for our guest to be greeted with a collared guest at a party in their honor.”

Trey simply reached for the now abandoned bowl of whipped cream, eyeing the consistency before deeming it sufficient for use as he spread it on top of the cakes.

“Yeah, our ‘guest’ who you’ve been avoiding since you arrived, Riddle.”

RIddle stiffened, huffing as he turned his look away from Trey’s critical gaze. 

“I’ve been checking in on everyone, I’m sure it’s stressful for everyone to have to prepare for an unbirthday party that wasn’t meant to happen for weeks. I sent Ace and Deuce to host them for the time being, but I fail to see what is wrong with that!”

“Yes, but Riddle.” The layers were coming together nicely as cut strawberries were gently placed in the whipped cream. 

“You had us bring out the King’s chair. You spent 30 full minutes agonizing with me over the right tea and cake to serve. And another 10 with Cater on the roses, when normally you’d already have these details set. You know (Name), even if this is a different version of them, they won’t be so worried about the little details.”

Riddle pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, sighing heavily. 

“I know. I do, I really do. It’s just…”

Trey’s eyes were still focused on decorating the cake in front of him, but he nodded, giving Riddle a confirmation that he was listening. 

“How in the world am I meant to properly respond to them? All the rules of etiquette are a blurred line with them!”

Riddle felt a blush coming on again as he thought about the way you hugged him against your chest, your hands on his cheeks, the loving smile. He’d only had dreams about those sorts of things, and now they were reality. 

“Riddle, if Tart is making you uncomfortable, I’m sure you could speak to them and explain.”

Trey turned back to face Riddle, his face full of concern. 

“You don’t know them like that, you don’t have to pretend to like it for their sake.”

He’s always hated how easily his face got red. He hated how silly it made him look when he was angry, but this was worse somehow. 

“That’s not exactly…” Riddle looked up at Trey and gave him an embarrassed cringe. “I don’t dislike their familiarity, Trey. It’s just, how am I supposed to interact with them?”

A bit of silence stretched over the two as Trey stared at Riddle with an unreadable expression. The lack of emotions on his face made Riddle uncomfortable, it was unlike Trey. 

“Riddle, do you…” Trey finally gave Riddle a teasing smile. “Do you fancy (Name)? Is that what has you all distracted?”

Riddle did not appreciate the snorts that started escaping Trey as the other covered his grin.

“Trey. Do not test me at this time. I’m not in the mood.”

“Please, you’re not gonna collar me Riddle, we both know that. Besides, it’s sweet.” Trey’s smile grew as he fondly continued. “Now that I think about it, you’re kind of reminding me of how my little brother acted when he got a crush on a girl at school. It’s a normal thing, you know?”

Riddle raised a brow at Trey, deciding to rest his elbows on the kitchen island and cover his face with his hands, lest someone walk in and see the state of him. 

“Please don’t compare me to a child, and this is certainly not the same. My future spouse is sitting a few rooms away, wearing a family heirloom as a ring, I think I deserve a bit of grace here…”

He could feel Trey pat Riddle on the back, soothingly rubbing him. Riddle wonders if Trey did this with his siblings too?

“It wasn’t just me either, Trey. You heard there were 6 versions of them in total, yes?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Six versions of the (Name) we know,” He almost uttered out ‘and love’ before catching himself. “And of those six, only one is familiar with me.”

One possibility, and five failures. Riddle hates that he didn’t even realize that the other five also fancied you. In hindsight, they had to, they’ve all been sweet on you in different ways. Too stuck in his own head and feelings to realize, Riddle hated the pangs of jealousy in his chest at the other versions of you clinging to the others. 

“Well, why don’t you talk to them? Who knows, maybe you’ll get a hint on wooing our (Name)!”

“Or they can tell you how you got together!”

The two jumped in surprise as Cater poked his head into the kitchen, eyes sparkling in excitement. 

“How long were you there? It’s rude to listen to others' conversations.” Riddle crossed his arms, unamused at Cater avoiding eye-contact.

“Aw Rids, that’s not important. What’s totes important here is taking advantage of a huuuge opportunity! You literally have a chance to totally make sure that you get with (Name) and that I win my bet!”

Riddle and Trey stared at Cater, one baffled and the other looking as if he aged 30 years. 

“Cater, please don’t tell me that you made a bet on Riddle’s love life.”

“I didn’t make a bet on Riddle’s love life!” Cater paused, glancing between the two before chirping, “But I diiiid make a bet on (Name’s) love life! And I have a good chunk of money on our very own housewarden and them getting together—woah woah woah, hey!”

Putting his hands up in defense and scrambling across the room to put the island between a reddening Riddle and him, Cater defended himself. 

“We totally have a great opportunity, Riddle! You really like (Name), we can tell.”

Riddle paused, thinning his lips as he asked, “...Is it that obvious?”

“Incredibly/Very much so.” Both Cater and Trey responded much faster than Riddle liked, before the former smiled and gave a suggestion. 

“Now, obviously you two get together in a possible future, but as you know, part of divination is using magic to get information and use that to your advantage. You don’t think I’m only good at astrology for aesthetics, do you?”

Cater winked at Riddle with a smirk as he glanced at his phone and started typing away. 

“So, why don’t I have our favorite little pair try to scope out some information while we finish setting up the party, then you and I can talk about how to make sure that we use that to our advantage?”

“You could also just ask.”

An unholy sounding yelp left Cater’s mouth as he, along with Riddle and Trey, jumped at the sound of your voice. 

You strolled into the kitchen, Grim on your shoulders, while Ace and Deuce followed. 

“Heya guys! How much longer until we can get the party started?” Ace grinned, eyeing the near finished cake behind Trey. “I’m starvin’ ya know!”

“Tsk—Rule 739, guests may only begin feasting once the Queen and her King have completed their third and a half course of tea, you should know that Ace.” 

Riddle shut his mouth as soon as he’d opened it, as you’d beaten him to the punch. Ace’s face soured as he deflated and wrinkled his nose at you. 

“Ew. When you told us you’d married the Housewarden in the future, I didn’t think it’d meant you’d become Housewarden 2.0.”

You let out a melodious laugh, eyes crinkling at their corners as you replied, “Well, I don’t know about that, I don’t think anyone could compete with Riddle’s memory. My Riddle has our anniversary date memorized down to the minute, believe it or not.”

From the corner of his eyes, Riddle noticed Trey and Cater’s expressions. Trey had his head tilted, eyeing you curiously. Cater on the other hand was much more excited, holding his phone up to cover the lower half of his face. He’s fairly sure that Cater mouthed out, ‘cute’ at you.

Riddle made eye contact with you as your eyes softened at the sight of what he had to assume were red cheeks. He’s been ever so awfully red today, hasn’t he?

“Oh Riddle my dear, are you alright? Ever since I’ve been here, you’ve been nothing but shades of pinks and reds. We don’t have to have the unbirthday party if it’s causing stress—”

“Nonsense!” Riddle barked, making everyone but you jump. “The Queen of Hearts welcomed but a small child to her unbirthday party with open arms, why shouldn’t I do the same with someone as important as you Tart?”

With a stomp of his staff on the ground, the four other Heartslabyul students stood straight at attention, awaiting Riddle’s orders. 

“Ace. Deuce. Go see to it that the garden has been tended to, I want to see it in pristine condition!”

“Yes Housewarden!”

The pair gave a brief bow of their heads before running off towards the garden. Riddle turned to Cater next, who inclined his head and smiled. 

“Yes Housewarden?”

Riddle turned to him and let out a command, “Go ensure that all my card soldiers have their uniforms in perfect condition. I will not have a single student in my dorm with so much as a rose pin out of place! Understood?”

“Aye-aye! I’m to it!”

Cater gave another glance at you before grinning and skipping off, leaving just Trey, who was giving a small smile to Riddle. 

“I can continue here, once the others return from taking out the tea and pastries, I’ll have them help me finish up the rest of the food. We should be ready to hold the party by one o'clock otherwise.”

“Good. Very good, then.” Riddle let out a huff, eyeing Grim’s hungry stare at the various bowls of sweetened mixtures and fruits. “Grim, I trust that you remember Rule 89, yes?”

Grim let out soft, kitten-like growls and mumbled something under his breath, which made you smile and chuckle. You leaned in to whisper something into his ear, which made Grim perk up and give you a quizzical look. 

“Hm? I guess I can, but then I can’t eat Trey’s baking!” Grim whined, his ears dropping down. 

“Aw, well, I’m sure we can save you a slice of cake for later, and even a tart.” You glanced at Riddle and pleaded, “Can’t we Riddle? Let’s save him a few treats so he can go check in on the others, make sure they’re setting in with the other dorms?”

Riddle blinked at you two for a few moments, before understanding washed over him. The other (Names) in the dorms, it makes sense. They would probably want to check in on Grim as well, especially after his sobbing fit from Malleus’s chastisement back in the classroom.

“Of course, Trey will ensure that Grim has something left to look forward to on his return.”

Riddle gave a nod to Trey who nodded back, glancing back at you and staring for a moment. 

“Tart is what you’re going by, right?”

You hummed in affirmation, walking towards the two of them, hands fidgeting with an old black and white striped fabric tied to one of your belt straps. It looked rather tattered, with one end hanging lower than the other, a pin holding it down. 

“Yes, I thought it would be cute since Riddle has always loved tarts so much! You know, we actually only had a small cake for us to cut into at our wedding, instead we served a bunch of fruit tarts as dessert!” 

The beaming smile on your face as you reminisced, a romantic and far-off look in your eyes alongside it. You turned your attention to Riddle and added, “You made the suggestion, you know, despite tradition. Everyone else was surprised at the reception.”

“Did I really?” Riddle sputtered, positively baffled at the idea. Yes, he liked tarts, but he couldn’t imagine that he would allow himself to stray from rules and tradition. Yes he was less strict now, but to completely abandon them was out of the question!

You laughed, now in front of him and eyeing his uniform. “Don’t be too surprised, I pushed for you to change at least one thing up about the wedding, everything else was pretty much your traditional Rosarian wedding.”

Pursing your lips, you reached for Riddle, who hesitantly backed away. He eyed you, noticing the falter in your smile, before leaning back in. He breathed in a deep breath as you adjusted his collar and tie, wiping down the front of his coat and tending to his cloak. 

You were wearing some sort of cologne or perfume that smelled like strawberries and roses. 

“Sorry, I used to double-check your uniform for you.” You mumbled under your breath, backing away to eye his appearance until you were satisfied. “Perfect as always, I just like to feel useful sometimes.”

Trey cleared his throat, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head as if he was interrupting something. 

“Housewarden, perhaps you can take them for a tour through the maze? It seems like it’s been a while since they’ve been to the school. I can come for you when the party is ready.”

“Ah, of course, wonderful idea Trey. Shall we, (Na—) Tart?” Riddle cleared his throat, gesturing to the exit with an open hand. Before he could react you gingerly looped your left arm with his right and hooked it close to you, effectively trapping his arm to your body. 

“That would be nice, let’s go!” Practically dragging Riddle with you, you waved with your free hand behind you and chirped. “We’ll see you in a bit Trey!”

Riddle let out a yelp as he tripped over his feet, heels clicking against the tile as you made your way out, passing the tea garden into the maze, only slowing once the sounds of students talking and plates clinking were far away. 

Why was he allowing you to drag him around like this? This couldn’t possibly be a habit of yours, there’s no way he’d allow it! Right?

Right?

No, he was just out of sorts from the peculiarity of it all. Your presence would throw anyone in for a tizzy, he’s sure the other housewardens are also experiencing…distress?

Was he distressed? No, Riddle doesn’t think so. Glancing up at you, a peaceful smile on your face as you two finally took a leisurely pace, he didn’t think he was distressed. 

He actually felt a bit of content, happy even, now that it was just the two of you and no other prying eyes. Riddle took a look at your hands wrapped around his arm, once again eyeing the ring on your finger, and let himself smile. 

“Well? Are you going to ask?”

Riddle let out a confused hum as he looked back up at your face, the teasing smile on your lips making him nervous once again. 

“Ask? Ask you what?”

You unwrapped your left hand from his arm and presented it in front of you two, wagging your ring finger, making the ruby glitter in the sun, as you sang, “Ask how this happened~ Cater doesn’t often give you advice, you know?”

A soft ‘ah’ sound left Riddle as he swallowed a lump in his throat, the ring’s glitter and shine calling for him, mocking him. 

Just how did he manage to give you that ring?

“Yes, well. I s-suppose I am a bit curious. It’s no small feat that you’re wearing a family heirloom, I imagine that we c-courted for quite a few years before marriage was even on the table.”

Riddle managed to stammer out his words, gesturing down a pathway that kept you two close to the eastern side of the maze, where it would be easier to get back to the tea garden. 

“Ah, yes. Since the end of my first and your second year.” A soft sigh left your mouth as you frowned. “We got married a few years after you were appointed to the Magistrates’ Court, though this ring isn’t your family’s ring.”

“What?” Riddle puzzled, taking a closer look at your ring with confusion. “No, that can’t be. I’ve seen the ring, it has the—”

“Rosehearts’ family crest built into it? I know. You were very proud when you proposed to me, telling me about how you had it commissioned to be an exact replica, a new heirloom for us to pass down ourselves.”

You gave Riddle a grin and winked. 

“You could’ve had the goldsmith and jeweler make something new, but I’m pretty sure you had this made to spite your mother since she wouldn’t give you the original.” 

Riddle scoffed in disbelief, staring up at you in wonder. Him? Spite his mother? He knew now that her treatment of him growing up was far from ideal, but it was hard to imagine him deliberately spiting her—wait.

“Did you say court? The Magistrates’ Court?!” Riddle questioned, finally reaching an end of the maze with a stone bench to sit on. As he led you to it to sit, he continued. 

“I was appointed to the court? Really?”

“Oh yes! It’s part of the reason dear Louise Rosehearts hated me and refused to give you her blessing.” You clicked your tongue, drumming your fingers against your thigh. 

“When you decided to pursue law instead of medicine for your fourth year internship, she was distraught. Her plans for you to become a great magical doctor all came tumbling down. Ugh…”

You winkled your nose in distaste, giving Riddle a look and smirking. 

“Blame me for it. Said I was a baaaad influence on her precious son, probably didn’t help that there are no records of me existing before NRC.”

Riddle furrowed his brows as he clenched his fists in his lap, staring at you as you fidgeted with the striped cloth he’d noticed earlier. He could finally see the pin clearly now, an old, golden crown that needed to be polished, as its shine was dulled from age.

“Is that my…”

“Your tie? Yes, it is.” You coaxed another flush of red to his cheeks as you curled a finger under his chin with a playful look. “You gave it to me when you first asked to court me. Tied it around my collar when I agreed, like you were staking a claim.”

“Why, I would never! That’s certainly a claim!” Riddle waved off your finger with an exasperated scoff, though the thought of you still wearing the tie years after being together was satisfying in a way. 

“I’m not some mongrel that needs to use a tie to mark someone as mine, my words and intentions are just enough!” 

Riddle’s voice rose. He was a bit offended that some version of himself out there would do such a crass thing, like a cat rubbing itself on its belongings. Then again, there was a certain beastman who also had a version of you, so perhaps his other him had his reasonings. 

“Oh Riddle, of course they are, I’m just teasing.” You waved your hands, frowning. “I’m sorry, my darling, I’m just used to bantering with my husband. Years of being together, and I’m forgetting that you don’t know me like that, do you?”

You had such a sad look on your face, it made Riddle melt into a puddle and stutter over his words. 

“Well I—it’s just that—it’s not like we aren’t friends at least—I just, it’s just—how do we get together again?”

The sad look turned into a much happier one, nostalgic almost, as you smiled and clasped your hands together as you excitedly gasped. 

“Oh, like I said, you asked to court me at the end of the year, but we’d been sort of, hm, tiptoeing the line ever since the beginning of the year. After your…well, you know.”

Overblot. Riddle shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the thought. That didn’t make sense though, even if he helped you with the issues that cropped up during the Spelldrive tournament and Leona’s own overblot, you and he hadn’t exactly been very close. 

He’s only recently noted his affection for you.

“Mmhm, you and I spent a lot of time together, you helped me catch up with the curriculum, would invite me over to tea parties a whole lot, and your dream even had me—oh…”

You paused, noticing Riddle’s increasing confusion at your words. Instead you cleared your throat and noted, “Maybe I’m saying too much, I don’t want to reveal too much of the future anyways.” 

“Oh. Right, I see.” He deflated, immediately straining up and taking a deep breath. “I’d rather win over you with my own efforts in any case. I have confidence in my abilities.”

Riddle closed his eyes and nodded to himself in satisfaction. You said that in your time you and your version of him began courting at the end of this school year, so he still had time. 

Marriage hm? It was a pleasant thought, very much so. Various ideas of just how to ensure it would happen swam through his mind, until your hands on his cheek brought him back to the present. 

Turning his head to look at you, Riddle felt his face heat up as you leaned closure, your other hand brushing away his hair from his forehead. A chaste, sweet kiss was placed on his forehead as you giggled against the skin. He’s positive the red in his face was now falling down his neck to the rest of the body. 

“I-I say! That’s quite inappropriate! I’m not—”

“My Riddle, yes I know. But still.” Leaning back, your hands still cradling his face, you rebutted. 

“I know him, so I know you a bit too. Don’t think too much, my dearest, just let whatever relationship you have with your (Name) progress naturally. I can’t say for sure it will turn out the way you want, but they’ll still cherish you regardless. Though, I obviously have a bias on whom they should choose.”

You giggled, pulling Riddle close again to press a kiss to the crown of his head, making him left out a high-pitched squeak. 

“O-of course.” Riddle waved your hands off him, fighting back an embarrassed smile that threatened to grow on his lips. Decorum can wait, just for a bit. “I think I can hear Trey call for us. I would like to hear more about the future though, I’m having a hard time believing I’d ever spite my mother over anything, rather than just cut her out.”

Riddle smiled as you let out a cackle, eyes squinting in mirth as you took his arm once again, having it offered to you this time. 

“Oh trust me, Riddle, when you get older, you’d be surprised just how catty you can be.”

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Daily Cody doodles 👊👊 This fellow is so particular I need to shove him under a microscope

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TO!Tim Bradford x fem!TO!reader, fluff, 0.8k+ words. You and Tim are in grave danger, and it's up to your rookies, Lucy and Jackson, to save you.

Lucy Chen SOS!!!!!!!!!!🆘 

Nolan and Jackson look at one another, wondering why Lucy is texting them an SOS from the bathroom. She rushes back before they can stand from the table to see if she really needs help. 

“Code red, worst case scenario, this should be the standard for defcon 1,” she rambles as she leans against the table. 

“Uh… there was no toilet paper?” Nolan guesses. 

“Do you know what SOS means?” Lucy questions. 

“Save our ship,” Jackson says. His eyes widen suddenly, and he adds, “No.”

“What am I missing here?” Nolan implores. “Is this about your TOs or something?”

“Yes!” Lucy and Jackson answer. 

“She’s on a date. Here. It doesn’t look like it’s going well, but I think Tim knows,” Lucy tells Jackson. 

“Why does your TO being on a date have anything to do with Tim?” Nolan asks Jackson. 

“Because they… they’re great for each other and dancing around it. They’re the perfect ship.”

“My head hurts,” Nolan complains as he lowers his forehead into his hands. 

“What do we do?” Lucy poses. 

“You said the date wasn’t going well?” Jackson repeats. “We can use that.”

“What?” Tim says when the call connects. 

“Tim, uh, there’s this guy at the restaurant we’re at that is not being nice to his date. At all,” Lucy explains. 

“And? Do something about it,” Tim replies. 

“He’s with my TO,” Jackson adds. 

“Which restaurant?” Something shuffles on Tim’s end of the call, and Lucy silently high-fives Jackson as she answers. 

“Tell her the truth, Tim,” she encourages before ending the call. 

You examine your fingernails under the table as your date tells you how terrible his last girlfriend was. One of your friends set you up on this date, but you’re seconds away from walking out. 

“One little slap - accidental! - and she stormed out,” the man concludes. 

You look up then, shocked as you repeat, “Slap? You hit a woman and you’re telling me about it?”

“I wouldn’t do it to you,” he promises. 

You exhale sharply in disbelief, then move your napkin from your lap onto the table. Before you can say anything, your date reaches across the table and takes your hand tightly. 

“Sir, you can’t be in this area without a table,” the hostess calls.

Tim runs into your table, sees the grip the man has on your hand, and demands, “Let her go.”

You pull your hand away when his fingers loosen, then stand and wrap your hand around Tim’s bicep. 

“Let’s go,” you whisper. “He’s not worth it.”

“I’d have to agree, sir,” the hostess says. “Please don’t disturb the other customers.”

Tim looks at you and stares into your eyes to ensure you’re okay. He turns toward you after you nod, catching your hand as it falls from his arm. He leads you out of the restaurant but stops beside his passenger door. 

“Thank you,” you tell him. “I don’t even know why I agreed to the date.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No, no. He hurt his ex from what he told me, but-“

“I don’t care about her, or him,” Tim says, carefully holding your face toward his. “I care about you.”

“How did you even find me?”

Tim sighs, and you laugh once before shaking your head at his lack of an answer. Tim uses his hands on your jaws to pull you close, and when he kisses you, everything makes sense. All the longing, the fear of seeing each other in danger, the arguments, and the lack of interest in anyone because you compare them to Tim Bradford suddenly allow you to realize that you love him. You move your hands to hold his wrists as you move with him, kissing him like your life depends on it. 

“Thanks for coming,” you whisper as you move back. 

“I always will.”

“Are you going to tell me how you found me?”

“Lucy called,” Tim mumbles. 

“What was that?”

“Our rookies are nosy,” he speaks up. 

You smile, straightening Tim’s collar as you agree, “I should’ve known. How are we going to get back at them? Push-ups? Big staged break up?”

“Let’s figure it out later,” Tim replies as he opens the car door for you. “I think you’re owed a good date.”

Inside the restaurant, Lucy and Jackson cheer as you kiss Tim. 

“You know they’ll make you pay for this,” Nolan reminds them. 

“Unless they’re so happy they forget about us and the misery they think we deserve,” Jackson argues. 

“Your TO? Maybe. Tim Bradford? Not a chance.”

Lucy’s smile drops, and she falls into her seat. “I saved our ship, but endangered my soul.”

“You’ll be fine,” Jackson assures. “Just bring her up every time he’s mean and you’ll be fine.”

“Leverage,” Lucy muses. “It could work.”

“And if it doesn’t, just lie that she’s in danger. It’s worked before,” Nolan adds. 

Lucy and Jackson watch him eat a bite of their shared appetizer before asking, “Have you done that?”

“It’s not just your ship.”

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Cozytober Day 14 & 15: Unexpected family gathering Getting comfort after a bad day at school

masterpost CW: referenced abalism

It was a Bad Day.

It had started as a so-so sort of day. The sort of day where words were a little slower and harder to find. Danny could work through those days, he always had to, after the accident. But then, of course, it had been a day that his sociology professor had actually shown up instead of just leaving the teaching assistant to do his work for him.

Of course he had called on Danny. And being a so-so sort of day, Danny had fumbled through the answer. Apparently, that meant the fucking jack-ass decided to use Danny as ‘an example’ right there in front of the whole class. As if public speaking was Danny’s issue. As if sometimes struggling with words meant that he couldn’t do social worker. As if he was worthless.

Danny made himself close his eyes and just breathe. He’d contact his ADA rep tomorrow. There were avenues to deal with this. It was just… it was so much effort and was probably going to be a fight over it. The professor as there for research reason, he didn’t actually care about teaching. Danny would probably have to go in front of a committed and tell his side and—

Tomorrow.

He’d deal with that tomorrow.

Right then Danny just wanted Jason.

Uncovering the hidden panel, Danny typed in his code, popped open the covered door, and swung himself down through it and onto the steal beam.

“Who the fuck?”

Danny froze. Very slowly he looked down. Below him, Jason’s table was expanded out into an oval and surrounded by people. People who were looking up at Danny with a frankly frightening amount of attention and suspicion.

The person closed to Danny stood. Their hand went to something on their belt in a move that Danny was sure was intended to be casual, but wasn’t actually. It made the hairs on the back of Danny’s neck stand up. That person was dangerous. All these people were dangerous.

“So who exactly are you?” They asked.

“Jay wasn’t inviting anyone else, right?” Someone at the table asked rest of of the people.

“Jason didn’t even invite us,” one of the other redheads answered.

“Oh, right.”

“Hey,” the redhead glaring at Danny barked. “I asked who you were!”

He was Jason’s boyfriend. He was allowed to be there. Jason had given him the code. Jason wanted him there! Words that Danny couldn’t manage to speak piled up in the back of his throat.

The redhead’s hand tightened around something.

Danny leaned back.

The rest of the table tensed.

“I swear to fuck Roy, if you throw something at my boyfriend you are not welcome back here!”

The room froze and slowly all eyes shifted to look towards the bedroom where Jason was walking out of it and into the main space.

“Boyfriend?” Someone at the table repeated in a near squeak.

Danny ignored them. Jason was there. Jason was there and knew who he was and that he was welcome even when he didn’t have the words for it. He dropped to hang of the edge of the rafter for just a moment before he flung himself at Jason, trusting the other to catch him.

And Jason did. Jason wrapped Danny up in one of his warm hugs and spun them so that his back was to the group and Danny was hidden.

“Hey, boo,” Jason said and pressed a kiss to Danny’s temple. “They sort of all just showed up. Apparently they decided to have a game night and that this was the place to have it. I was going to text you a warning later. I thought you still had class right now?”

Danny scowled and tapped a sequence against Jason’s hand. S.O.S. Something that Jason had suggested they use as a sign for when Danny was having a Bad Day.

“Shit, yeah?” Jason dropped his voice to keep his words more between them. “What do you need? I can kick them all out if you need me to.”

“Hey!” Someone at the table protested, followed shortly by a omph and a wheeze. “Ow! Fuck, keep those elbows to yourself.”

Danny quirked a little bit of a smile despite himself and shook his head. He pointed over his shoulder before running the same hand through his hair as if washing it.

Jason nodded. “Okay. You know where the bath salts and things are. I’ll check on you in a bit.”

Danny pressed a grateful kiss to Jason’s lips and practically dashed to the bedroom without a single glance towards the table full of Jason’s friends and maybe even family. That was… it was just too much right then.

-

By the time that Danny was settled into the warm, scented water he had managed to calm down a great deal. He still couldn’t find his words, they were still stuck down deep under his ribs, but he wasn’t in a panic anymore.

(Not having someone about to attack him helped with that, go figure.)

Danny sunk a little further into the luxuriantly large tub and rolled his head slowly this way and that. The rest of the world could wait until tomorrow. All that mattered was what was inside of Jason’s apartment.

Of course, inside the apartment meant Jason’s friends right then, but Danny knew that Jason would let him hide in the bedroom if he wanted to. For the moment, Danny tried not to be worried with figuring out what he wanted. Right then was about relaxing.

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S.O.S.

König × Wife reader.

I'm the only big guy you need to handle. That's all you need dear y/n.

📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Warning ⚠️: mentions of violence, weapons but nothing too dark or extreme. Grammar and spelling errors. I wrote it during my lunch break, so have mercy if it's not good.

You're in the kitchen washing dishes, checking if your husband's laundry is already dry, listening to music and dancing everywhere.

Your usual routine is interrupted by a stranger knocking on your door, visitors are unusual since you and König live far from the city and almost in the middle of nowhere.

König always does everything in his possibilities to protect you when he travels or goes on long missions. It's not precisely that you need protection, you can handle the danger very well, but he insists.

And with all the reason, now you're here with a knife from the kitchen, hiding it behind your back. You Open the door and there's two big guys wearing suits.

- Oh, Good afternoon, We're looking for... König?

- He's not here, sorry.

You're closing the door when one of them plants his foot in the doorframe.

- I understand, well, can you tell me when we can find him?

Exasperated and sighing loudly to show how annoyed you're feeling by these intruders, you talk again.

- What do you need from him? I mean, if you know where he lives, how is it possible you don't know at what time you can find him?

One of them is not happy with this attitude, so he lost his Temper.

- Listen To me you little fucker!

The other who looks more professional in his job, puts a hand over the chest of his partner indicating him he needs to calm down to mess up the whole plan.

- Pardon my mate, we had a long trip and we're thirsty, hungry and tired. If we can't find him at least can you serve me a glass of water?

All the danger and alarms in your brain are turned on, ringing uncontrollably, the adrenaline is increasing and running through your veins, it has been a while since you had combat, you're out of practice, so... Why not?.

You left the knife quickly at the flowerpot near to the door, opening it and allowing them to come in, playing fool, inviting them to take a seat while you go to the kitchen.

You're serving the water when you feel the presence of someone behind you. You know what will happen, you've been in this kind of situation before, more times that you can tell. So, it's quick, one of them tries to bring you down, fails, the other runs to you ready to stab you without mercy, avoiding the hit but somehow you feel like you didn't take the best decision, two guys almost tall and big as your husband against you, who's not very strong as before, bad idea Y/n.

So while you're still avoiding punches and trying to not die, you press the hidden button in your bracelet, yes, König idea and after you thought he was overreacting, now you're blessed you have it, basically the bracelet sends an S.O.S text with your location and periodically sends a message with your health status. König doesn't need more details, as long as you're still breathing, that's enough for him to find you and kill whoever made the big mistake to hurt or take what is his.

And it worked, König was landing at the base when his phone received a new notification he couldn't ignore. A red icon that he recognizes instantly. 'S.O.S Y/N'. He felt shivers running up and down, a cold sweat in his forehead and the palm of his hands, his heart beat increased. He runs to his car, driving as crazy while he tries to read about your health status, your location, thank god you're breathing, dehydrated and at home... Well, actually that's not good, how is it possible you're in danger if you're at home? He will know it as soon as he's at the house.

He doesn't know how fast he drove, he only cares about you. He needs to see you with his own eyes. As soon as he saw the house he parked, not exactly out of the house but also not so far, just at the right distance to not make much noise. Taking a different way to get in the house through the backyard, he can see you now, there's broken furniture, bullets in the walls. You have a purple eye, bathed in sweat but you don't seem badly injured. But these two guys are still pointing at you with their weapons, spitting on your face, hurting you, he can't, he can't stay there just observing how they disrespect his wife. His thoughts are interrupted by the conversation between you and the intruders.

- Where is König! You're making me lose my patience!

- I already told you. I don't know.

- You're stubborn. I'll change that soon, we have the whole day little one.

- Go ahead, try.

König always admired how good you are to keep your confidence and calm in this kind of situation. But his heart aches just to see how they treat his woman.

Once again and before he could move, he listens again, this time the conversation is not about him. The man who has been behind his comrade all this time, finally participates in your conversation.

- Wait a minute, I've seen you before, you worked for KorTac. Am I right?

- So what? (His comrade asks like if it wasn't important)

- Man, you were like a legend, a fuckin' pain in our asses during your years of service, how did they call you? Your codename... It was an animal.

- Maus.

- Yeah! That one, oh man! Now look at you, trapped after all those years escaping and surviving to all those explosions you orchestrated, now you're here. How does it feel to be with the claws against your throat?

You're trying to not get mad before responding when a black big shadow passes outside, you could see him through the window. Now you can relax, you're safe. So you can laugh at their faces with that mocking smile.

- Well... Who says it's me the one who's trapped?

Both look at each other concerned by your response, looking around the room searching for any danger, but there's nothing at the sight.

One of them points with his gun on your forehead.

- What do you mean? Tell me, NOW!

He's finishing the sentence when the gasp of his comrade fills the silence, then, the sound of his corpse hitting the ground.

The guy who's still pointing at you doesn't know what hits him, just a giant in black jumping on him, hitting over and over and over again, before the man can die, König demands answers.

- Who sent you? How dare you to point at my wife with your weapon, huh? In my fuckin' house! How did you find us?

The poor guy can't even speak anymore, his jaw is broken. König's anger can be controlled, once he starts it's difficult to make him stop. So he goes back to hit him over and over until his victim can't keep breathing.

König takes a few seconds to recover himself, you have never been afraid of his anger or in whatever he becomes when he wears his mask, he knows it and yet, he tries his best to not let you see that part of him, even if you already saw it like a thousand times before.

Once he's calmed he walks and starts to help you with the ropes around your hands and ankles.

- Liebling, geht es dir gut? (Darling, are you alright?) what happened?

- I'm okay Kö, It's my fault, I thought I could still handle two big guys... They were looking for you and I just thought I could... I'm Sorry my love.

While you're observing him with your puppy eyes, His eyes are full of surprise, but then he simply laughs. He certainly wasn't expecting that answer.

- Oh, Liebling. Wann wirst du es verstehen? (Oh sweetheart, when will you understand?) I'm the only big guy you need to handle.

He places his hands around your face and starts to kiss you, carefully to not hurt you but at the same time intensely to let you know how blessed he feels knowing you're safe. Of course he would find out who sent those guys and he will make them pay for what they did, no one comes to his house and hurts his pretty wife without paying for such disrespect.

[twst-hottest-takes]

I think Malleus getting his horn cracked is a blessing for him. While the disfigurement is unfortunate because his powers weaken he is allowed to do what he was never able to do before; actually feel his emotions. Before he always had to contain himself otherwise shit happened. (BIG shit.) But now he can cry, he can get frustrated—he can finally be him.

On top of that, because his powers are temporarily toned down people won’t be intimidated by the unseen aura his power emulated and he’ll be able to make more friends and bond with his bestie Leona. (Even Silver knows they love each other.) Not to mention, if his horn hadn’t broken it’s unlikely Lilia would have gotten his magic back and he would have lost him.

For all that, I think even he’d agree a cracked horn was worth it.

It really is a net positive.

S.O.S. Some one please send an HD screenshot of Malleus missing half his horn. I can't find any good ones to use for these thumbnails! (No text on screen if possible)

The only way Malleus having his power "nerfed" ends up being a bad thing is if they majorly fumble the writing going forward.

. . .

Which this is TWST so that's possible, but I think what Anon is talking about here is the vibe they plan to go with moving forward. I think Malleus' future is bright with possibilities for his character.

Thank you for your take.

[darl-ingfics]

Feveruary Day 7: "I’m still not used to being taken care of.”

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: J-Hope (flu)

Caregiver(s): Namjoon

Word Count: 983

Notes: This takes place recently, while the maknae line is in the military. That is why they are not mentioned in the paragraph when Namjoon considers where 'everyone else' is.

Hoseok shot up from the couch at the sound of a knock on his door. The sudden movement made his head pound, and Hoseok groaned, massaging his aching forehead. A another knock rang out, and Hoseok mumbled out a raspy, “I’m coming,” broken off with a hacking cough. With another groan, Hoseok stumbled to his feet. One of the blankets that had been cocooning his body fell to the floor as he hobbled to the door. 

Clearing his throat as he walked, Hoseok felt the most human he had in days as he undid the lock, as it was such a normal activity. A novelty since he’d caught this bug a few days before. Pulling open the door, he came face to face with a nervous looking Namjoon. 

The leader’s eyes scanned Hoseok from head to toe. He frowned. “Wow, hyung, you look rough.”

Hoseok scoffed. “It’s nice to see you too.” 

“You’re only wearing one sock.” Hoseok looked down, confirming that, yes, he was only wearing one sock. He wiggled his bare toes. 

“Huh. Would you look at that…”

Namjoon chuckled, rolled his eyes. “Can I come in, you goof?” 

Hoseok blinked in surprise. “Oh, I mean, you can…”

“I can also just give you the meds and go.” Namjoon held out a few plastic bags that looked like they held much more than just the asked for cold and flu meds. 

Hoseok acquiesced, nodding as he turned so Namjoon could come inside. As Hoseok relocked the door behind them, Namjoon glanced around the apartment. Everything was in decent order, save for the nest on the couch. “Not bad.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hoseok laughed. 

It was Namjoon’s turn to scoff. “Honestly, I expected a war zone.”

Hoseok gasped, playfully clutching his chest. “How dare you, sir? I am a very clean person. Even when I’m deathly ill.” He coughed at the end for emphasis, (definitely not to clear his airways, no not that.)

“You forget we lived together for several years,” Namjoon replied with a meaningful look.

“You forget we lived together for several years, and you have no room to be judging me.” 

“Fair.” Namjoon chuckled before his smile turned soft. “How are you feeling?”

“Bleh.” Hoseok collapsed back onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees.

“That much is obvious.” Namjoon set a few plastic bags down on the coffee table, scooching aside the clutter already littering the table. “I assume you’ve been medicating yourself, given that you asked for more?”

Hoseok nodded towards the empty medicine bottle on the coffee table. “Ran out this morning. Thus the S.O.S. call.” 

“Proud of you for asking for help.” Hoseok cocked his head to the side, squinting suspiciously at the leader. That was an odd choice of words. But Namjoon avoided his eyes, searching through one of his bags. “Are you hungry?”

Hoseok’s stomach grumbled in response. He pressed a hand to the offended organ, somewhat embarrassed at his body for being so impatient. “Very.” 

The leader chuckled. “Good thing Jinnie made you this.” He held up a large plastic container of soup. “I’ll go heat some up for you now.”

“Hyung made it?” Hoseok asked. Namjoon nodded, refusing to look back at Hoseok as he moved into the kitchen. He knew exactly where the dancer kept his pots, and he moved to grab one just big enough for a single serving of soup. “When did you see Jin-hyung?”

“This morning,” Namjoon said casually, still avoiding eye contact. “He came over to drop off a book, and he’d actually brought the soup for me because he’d made too much for himself…”

“Joonie.” The leader finally met Hoseok’s unamused glare. “You called him.”

Namjoon sighed, then nodded. “I did.” Namjoon knew there was a reason Hoseok had only texted him asking if he could maybe, possibly pick him up some medicine. Hoseok was a caretaker by nature; it came so easily to him. So when the roles reversed, he tended to self-isolate, to push the others away as a precaution. Namjoon knew Hoseok was painfully aware that Seokjin had a modeling contract two days from now, and Yoongi was in the throes of album production, the final days of his creative process before he sent the draft to the label. Hoseok had specifically chosen the member who would be least affected should they catch this bug from him, and the member least likely to stick around and help because he was ‘bad at this,’ by Namjoon’s own words. Namjoon, smart enough to put this all together from a simple text but admittedly terrible at physically caring for someone, had set out to prove his hyung wrong; Hoseok deserved just as much tender love and care as the rest of them. 

So yeah. He’d called Jin to make Hobi some soup. Sue him. 

Hoseok had fallen back onto the couch. “Namjooooooon….” The whine turned into a cough. Namjoon didn’t like the sound of that cough. 

“Hyung, when did you take your last dose of medicine?” 

“Three hours ago, so it’s wearing off but not yet.” Swallowing thickly, Hoseok’s gaze sharpened again. “Why did you call Jinnie?”

Namjoon lit the burner under the pot full of soup, then met Hoseok’s gaze. “Why didn’t you call me sooner?”

“I’m…” Hoseok sighed, completely deflating. “I’m still not used to being taken care of,” he admitted, fiddling anxiously with the hem of his sweater. He bit his lip. 

Namjoon frowned. “I know, Hobi. That’s why I called Seokjin-hyung. He would be so sad to know that you hadn’t reached out to him when you needed him.”

“I didn’t…”

“You do.” Hoseok looked up at Namjoon with suddenly teary eyes. “It’s okay to be sick and want a little love, hyung. I know it’s usually the other way round for you but… we got you, yeah?”

Hoseok smiled, nodding his head. “Yeah.”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

ROR Reader who gets in trouble with a guy who’s a major red flag and she immediately calls the family to come pick her up and help her. Especially the more intimating figures like Poseidon and Odin

-You couldn’t believe that you agreed to go on a blind date, your friends had somehow convinced you, bribing you with your favorite cheesecake, but it was just one date. How bad could it be?

-Terrible. It was terrible. In the first ten seconds of meeting your date, Kand, had not only insulted your fashion sense, but made inappropriate comments about your body and wanting to see more.

-Alarm bells were ringing in your head and you were silently cursing your friends, annoyed that they paired you with such a nutsack of a person.

-However, you weren’t a quitter, at least willing to go on the date with Kand, but only five minutes in, you were texting your family members, three specifically, Odin, Leonidas, and Poseidon, sending an S.O.S.

-You smiled, seeing that they were on their way, but they were at least ten minutes away, you just had to survive until then.

-Kand saw you smiling at your phone, and he smirked, “What’s got you smiling? You want my number already babe? I’ll make sure to send you lots of pictures, so make sure you do the same. It’s only fair right?”

-He put his arm around your hips, and you were quick to push it off, “We’re not that close yet, please mind yourself.” Kand just laughed it off, playing it off as a joke, “Don’t be so cold babes- unless if you want me to warm you up~” wiggling his eyebrows like his pickup lines were working on you.

-Your friends, who were nearby in disguise, were appalled, seeing how Kand was treating you, when he first approached them, he was like a totally different person, like someone you would want to show off to your massive family.

-Kand tried his luck again as you made it to the date destination, a nice restaurant, holding the door open for you but immediately slapping your ass as you walked by.

-The whole restaurant went silent as you turned immediately and slapped him, causing him to spin from the force of the slap as you were bright red, glaring as angry tears were in the corners of your eyes.

-He immediately turned on you, screaming in your face, “You ungrateful- how dare you hit me! Do you know who I am?”

-A hand clapped down on his shoulder, “I don’t- so please tell me.” Kand turned, ready to chest up, now that his ego was bruised, only to find himself staring up at a very pissed off Odin, Poseidon, and Leonidas.

-Leonidas had been the one to speak, smirking down at the now panicking looking boy, while Odin and Poseidon… you couldn’t even see their faces, they were covered in shadows, looking like they were going to murder him.

-Leonidas shoved him away and you rushed into his arms, “Dad!” and Kand blanched, realizing these were some of your many guardians, very angry looking guardians, as Leonidas led you away while Odin grabbed Kand by his shirt, dragging him outside.

-The restaurant quickly returned to normal.

-Your friends were nearly in tears, apologizing to you, they had no idea Kand was such a dick, telling you how he had approached them, and Leonidas took a drag on his cigar, “Bastard puts up a front to lower the guards of others- prick.” You smiled softly up at him before you said goodbye to your friends.

-Poseidon and Odin met up with the two of you at an ice cream parlor, both of them wet, as they had to wash the blood out, but you remained silent, just greeting them warmly, thanking them for coming to your rescue.

-They would always come to rescue you.

[nixies-creations]

For @topgunalternateuniverse bingo. Bingo Square - Sex Researcher: Hangster - Sexologists Professor Jake x DJ Bradley.

"So what is it that you teach?" Bradley asks, settling back into his seat as he smiles softly at Jake, glad he finally let Nat set him up on this blind date with Javy's professor friend. Though he feels a tinge of worry when he watches the man's lips curl up into a smirk. "Sexology," Jake answers with a small shrug as he settles back into his own seat. He's fully prepared for this to be a deal breaker—like it had been for his last eight dates he'd been on at the behest of Nat and Javy. But he doesn't get the reaction he's expecting. Instead of stammering out some sort of excuse or unsubtly sending an S.o.S text to a friend to call with some bullshit emergency, Bradley simply leans forward, brow furrowed. "Gotta admit, I'm not entirely sure what that is," Bradley admits as he moves to place his elbows on the table, to prop his head up between as he seems to settle in and listen to what Jake says. He blinks, "oh," he murmurs in surprise before he clears his throat as he goes onto explain what that means.

[enretrogue]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC RECS M.LIST

ONE CHICAGO

KEVIN ATWATER

Badge of Honor — @keanureevesisbae

Torments — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

I’ll Be Seeing You — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

Just One Round — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Coffee Bae — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Can We Talk — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

S.O.S. — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

I Got You — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

Daddy Kink — @strwbrrykss

Nothin’ I Wouldn’t Do For You — @libraryofloveletters

Won’t You Be Mine?— @ssahotchswifemain

Smoothie — @reelwriter19 .☘︎ ݁˖

Say It — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Doctor’s Visit (Drabble) — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Lucky Ones — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Ready — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

CONNOR RHODES

Lunch — @collecting-stories

Model Husband — @deanstead

Money, Money, Money — @poppadom0912

Vows — @deanstead

In The Dark — @bullet-prooflove

JAY HALSTEAD

My Blessings — @halsteadlover

Mine — @onechicagolife

What Are You Doing? — @themultifandomgal

Never Been So Scared — @dlmlufics

Med Students — @poppadom0912

I’m Late — @dlmlufics

Domestic — @lily174

I’ll Look Out For You — @lily174

Birthday Surprise — @dlmlufics

I Promised You Forever — @dlmlufics

The Sister Halstead Materlist — @citygirlcharlotte

Baby Halstead — @dlmlufics

Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead — @dlmlufics

HANK VOIGHT

Keep You Safe — @poisonedjoinery

Filthy Secrets — @poisonedjoinery

Sweet Little Thing — @poisonedjoinery

The Family We Chose — @procrastinatorimagines

Hank x Deaf!Fem!Reader — @keanureevesisbae

Is That My Shirt? — @one-sweet-gubler

Slow And Steady — @smaoineamhsalach

Accidental First Kiss — @libraryofloveletters

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Anything But Me (+ Ellie Williams) ⎢ Part 2 — @seattlesellie

Abby x Ticklish!Reader — @lolasimms

First Kiss — @millerssurora

Sleepy Lovemaking w/ Abby — @lolasimms

Scumbag!Abby — @canaidliafail

Uncharted Territory — @sweetercalypso

Abby Being Sweet w/ Crybaby!Reader — @sweetercalypso

Stressed Out — @ourautumn86

Tea Parties and Mockery — @lolasimms

Espresso and Hand Holding — @lolasimms

Abby and Reader w/ Toddler Twins — @lolasimms

Girl Mom!Abby x Black!Reader ⎢ More HCs — @theendofevangelionnn .☘︎ ݁˖

At Least I Got You In My Head ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 2.5 ⎢ 3 — @whatwouldsylwrite

Camgirl!Reader x Camgirl!Abby — @deblklesb

Abby Making A Sextape With You— @deblklesb

Soft Ridges — @elsfairy

Discovering The Mommy Kink — @hope-drunk

The Late Shift — @pinknightsinmymind

Tan Lines — @sweetercalypso

Look, Wild Cherries! — @s-4pphics .☘︎ ݁˖

Sexting w/ GF!Abby — @ourautumn86

Jealous Sex w/ Basketball!Abby — @elsweetheart

Morning Routine — @lolasimms

Abby Teasing You — @strawberryjamheart

Stay Grounded ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @canaidliafail

Deep End — @angelkissiies

Stubborn — @darlingmisa

It’s Gonna Kill Me — @fleshwaters

Abby Anderson NSFW HCs — @pinknightsinmymind

Size Kink w/ Abby — @seattlesellie

Mom!Abby HCs — @lolasimms

Abby Helps You Squirt — @sweet-lover-girl

Mornings — @pinknightsinmymind

Wife!Abby and Reader ⎢ Part Two — @lolasimms

Modern AU: GF!Abby HCs ⎢ Part 2 — @hyperfixatesnwrites

What? Like It’s Hard? — @angelkissiies

Try Something New — @toasty-melons

Lemon Color, Honey Glow — @girldreaming

Munch! — @ourautumn86

Being Modern!Abby’s Girlfriend — @hope-drunk

Rugby Player!Abby — @abbysgirlx

Cooking For Abby — @darlingmisa

Hockey!Abby — @millersaurora

Serene — @elsfairy

Talk You Through It — @pinknightsinmymind

Text Messages (+ Ellie and Dina) — @onestopfanficshop

[thatonexreader]

The Cost of Love

Previously..

"Where are you going.?" Tony asked, looking up from his screen. A moment of silence before he answered.

"Out," Bucky said, not looking back. When the elevator doors closed, he let himself wonder. Did she mean to text him that.?

⚠️Warnings ⚠️

Y/n sat across from him at the coffee shop, her hair pulled into a ponytail. Her hands held her cup firm in her hands and a fake smile on her lips.

Chapter 6

"So, what did you say your job was again.? I mean, Nat and Wanda own their small business together. But what about you.?" Adam asked, looking her up and down.

"I told you, I work with them. All three of us." She said, looking around the crowded coffee shop.

"Yes but doing what, you never talk about it. I'm just curious and all, you know my job" Adam said, smiling. He reached over and wrapped his hands over hers on her cup. "I just want to get to know you."

"I-" Y/n was cut off by someone standing next to the table. Adam pulled his hands back and Y/n felt a small sense of relief.

"We're late already, it's time to go" Bucky said, his eyes on Y/n. She looked relieved that he got her s.o.s. text.

"Ah, James is it.?" Adam asked, getting out of the booth.

"Am I interrupting something.?" Bucky asked, looking at Y/n.

"Actually, yes. Our date, so if you would" Adam said. Bucky squinted at him, almost daring him to say something.

"I wasn't asking you." Bucky said, his hands clenched in his pockets. Y/n got out of the booth and stood behind Bucky, her hand on his arm.

"James, you said we're late.? We should probably get going then," Y/n said, his eyes falling to her. there it was again, his name on her lips like it belonged there.

"Yea, let's go." He said, still staring at Adam. Bucky turned to Y/n and led her out of the shop, still aware of Adam watching them.

"Somethings not right about him." Bucky said when they were outside. Y/n didn't answer. "He's gonna break your heart, just like the others." Bucky said. Y/n still didn't answer, like she wasn't listening or didn't hear. Bucky pulled her into an abandoned corner shop and pinned her against the wall.

"What is your problem.?" Y/n asked, shoving him away.

"My problem.?" Bucky asked, getting up close to her. "You sent ME a text. You could've texted Steve or Nat or Wanda, but you texted me." Bucky said.

"He could've known Steve as Captain America, and neither Nat nor Wanda can tell that anything is wrong with him. He's part of something big, I just know it" Y/n said, a look of confusion washing over Bucky's face.

"So what have you been doing? You've been spying on him then.?" Bucky asked.

"Yes, but I think he's onto me now." Y/n said and looked down. "I pushed too hard for questions," she said.

"That was stupid, reckless and dangerous. What if he found you out sooner.?" Bucky asked.

"It was worth the risk," Y/n said, crossing her arms over her chest

"Not if it costs you your life!" Bucky yelled, slamming his fist into the wall. She didn't flinch.

"What does it matter to you what happens to me, huh? Why does it matter if I get shot or hurt or die?" Y/n asked, getting up into his face.

"Because I can't lose you!" He yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders and pinning her to the wall. His words hung heavy in the air. A second passed that felt like a year before his lips were on hers in a heated, passionate kiss. Y/n was honna pull away, but his lips felt perfect against hers. She melted into the kiss, wanting the moment to last an eternity. His body pressed against hers, perfectly as if they were made for each other. His hands on her hips, as her fingers gripped onto his shoulders. The cold wall on her back was a stark contrast to the warmth of his chest against her. He pulled back first, needing to catch his breath. His forheadrested on hers, his body still firm against hers with his hands on her hips.

"James, I.." Y/n started before his phone began to rang. He groaned and picked up the call, still close to Y/n to where she could smell his cologne. Like rustic metal and burning wood.

"I think you were right about Y/n's little date, we need to find her and get her back to the tower." Steve said through the phone.

"She's right here, we'll be back shortly." Bucky said, hanging up the call. "Looks like you were right about not trusting Adam, doll" Bucky said, looking at her in her eyes. She felt her face heat up at the nickname before following him out. Her body felt cold without his.

An hour later they were all discussing how to handle this situation, Adam was not who he said he was. Tony finding a sealed file that revealed his true colors, one of his background check programs had pinged it as urgent. It turned out he was part of an underground market for female slaves, training and brainwashing women to be the perfect companion. During the briefing, Y/n couldn't focus fully. That moment in the abandoned shop kept replaying in her head. The kiss, his hands on her hips, his words before-hand, him. She looked up and saw him sitting back in his chair across the table from her. His eyes met hers for a second before she quickly looked away, her face warm. His eyes didn't leave her the rest of the meeting, she could feel them on her.

"So, here's the plan. Nat and Wanda. Your company is for biomechanics, as courtesy of Derrick, the college boy." Tony said, looking at Y/n and holding up an old college book. "Barnes, you will be the first successful patient and Y/n will be the scientist behind it all. This weekend we will throw a party to celebrate the launch of Rushman Industries."

"Y/n, you're going to be our biggest UC, get his attention and get his confession." Steve said, looking at her. Bucky looked over at her and squinted slightly, not out of malice but almost fear. "Buck will be your backup as cover" Steve added, looking at his friend.

"You need to study too," Tony said, handing Y/n the big book on biomechanics. She shook her head slightly, tapping the cover.

"I don't need this, I read all of Derricks books" she said, looking up to see Bucky looking annoyed at the mere mention of his name. "I mean, he wasn't really using them" y/n added, thinking about the blue eyed super soldier across from her.

"Why did you read books on biomechanics.?" Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow. Y/n felt her face heat up, everyone looking at her now. His eyes studied her, her avoiding his eyes.

"Just.. reasons" Y/n said, knowing damn well the reason sat across from her, staring. Bucky looked between Wanda and Y/n for a moment, before shaking his head slightly.

"Ok, well we've got our plan, everyone on comms" Steve said. They had a plan, now it was to put it into motion. And hopefully not get caught along the way. Y/n, Nat, Wanda and Bucky spent the next 3 days flushing out their back story, the two girls noticing the new tension between Bucky and Y/n.

[jadewolf22]

Hola! First of all, just want to say that your Lady Jane fic was AMAZING!!! You captured her perfectly and your writing is just *CHEF'S KISS*

Second of all, I have a fic request for you if you're up to it. Larissa and reader are having a date night at a local bar when Larissa's ex walks in and she starts acting weird. The three get into an altercation (reader has no clye the guy is Larissa's ex) and when Reader and Riss get home they get into a argument bc Larissa wont tell reader what the altercation was about. Eventually, Riss caves in and reader goes full protective girlfriend mode (I'll let you decide exactly how)

Can't wait to see what you do with this promt!!😁😚

Her Guard Dog

Larissa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, fighting (verbal&physical), mentions of abusive ex’s, descriptions of abuse, death threats, threats of bodily harm, slapping & choking (in a non-sexual way), talk of going to jail, ect…

Summary: What started out as a simple date night quickly goes south when Larissa runs into an ex who isn’t fond of seeing her with someone else.

A/n: Hola, anon! Thank you for the request, it’s right up my alley of writing. And thank you for the creative liberty with deciding how reader was going to be the protective girlfriend, I had way too much fun with it. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2,461

The bar was warm and crowded when you and Larissa had arrived and the atmosphere hadn’t changed since. Not that either of you would have noticed, you were both too engrossed in each other to be paying any mind to what was happening around you. Even after a year of dating, the two of you still looked at each other like it was a love-at-first-sight situation even though you’d met through work. With Larissa being the principal of Nevermore and you being on the school board your schedules had overlapped quite a bit and you two had hit it off pretty quickly. Since then, these little dates had become a weekly occurrence, a chance to abandon work and bask in each other's company over a drink at a local bar your friend owned. The two of you were laughing over a childhood story you’d told when Larissa glanced towards the door, her smile falling and her laugh dying in her throat as she caught sight of a man standing in the doorway. 

“Everything alright?” you asked, following her gaze, but the man had moved on so you didn’t see him.

“Hmm? Oh, yes, I’m fine.” Larissa said dismissively, turning back to you, “Just tired, I suppose. Can we go home?”

“Yeah, sure.” you agreed, watching her closely, fully aware that she was lying to you, “Why don’t you go out to the car and I’ll pay the bill then meet you out there?”

“Don’t take too long.”

You watched Larissa walk out the door before turning to try and grab your friend's attention so you could pay the bill, missing the man from before following Larissa outside. Your friend had just handed you your check when your phone pinged, the check temporarily forgotten when you saw the text from Larissa:

Riss: S.O.S

“Hey, Isabelle,” you called to your friend, ice flooding your veins, “Can you put this on my tab and I’ll pay you tomorrow? I’ve gotta go, right now.”

“Yeah, no problem.” your friend nodded as you gathered up your phone and purse.

“Thanks, Isa!!” you shouted rushing out of the bar towards your car. 

Rushing to your car, fear flooded you at the sight of Larissa arguing with the man from before. You didn’t recognise him but there was time to worry about who he was later, anger quickly replacing your fear as you watched the man grab Riss by her arm, seeming to try and drag her away.

“Hey!” you cried as you approached, pushing the man away and getting between the two, “Get out of here! Riss, get in the car.”

The man simply chuckled, brushing off his suit and slicking back his hair with a sneer. “Listen to your guard dog, Rissy.” he taunted.

“Get the hell out of here!” you growled, turning your head towards Larissa as you whispered, “Please, get in the car.” 

Larissa nodded, quickly climbing into your car as you turned back to the man, suddenly overcome with the urge to slap that stupid sneer off his face. He eyed you up and down, studying you closely as if sizing you up as a threat. 

“I’m only gonna say it one more time,” you warned, reaching into the pocket of your jeans for your switchblade, “Get. The hell. Out of here.”

The man chuckled and shrugged, calling, “See ya around, Larissa!” before heading off down the street. 

You sighed, making sure the man was well out of sight before you climbed in the car. You sat there a moment, rubbing your hand over your face and nipping at your fingers as you tried to calm down, anger and disgust still ebbing away at you.

“Y/n…”

“We can talk about this when we get home,” you growled despite your best attempts to keep your voice gentle, starting up the car and driving off without another word. 

The drive back to Nevermore was uncomfortably silent as you tried to process what the hell had just happened. You didn’t know who that man was but, clearly, he knew Larissa, and that scared you. You had the feeling he wasn’t going to leave her alone anytime soon but how could you prevent that when you didn’t even know who the little fucker was? And you knew getting Riss to tell you anything was going to be like pulling teeth. 

When the two of you returned to Nevermore you headed straight up to Larissa’s private quarters, the door barely closing before you started asking questions.

“Okay Larissa, what the hell was that about?!” you asked, fighting to keep your voice calm and already losing. The sight of him putting his hands on her had already made you near-murderous, “Who was that?!”

“I—No one… It’s nothing—” Larissa stuttered quietly, looking down at the floor as she paced and wrung her hands together nervously.

“Larissa, don’t lie to me. That was not nothing. Who. Was. He?” 

“N-no one—”

“Goddamnit, Larissa! Don’t try and pull that bullshit on me!” you shouted, slamming your hand against the wall and immediately regretting it when Larissa flinched. She clung to herself, toying with the collar of her dress as she fought to breathe, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

“Riss, I’m so sorry.” you whispered gently, slowly coming forward so you wouldn’t startle her, resting your hands on her arms and looking up into her eyes, “I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have yelled. I want to help you, but I can’t do that when you shut me out…”

“I d-don’t want you to g-get in-involved…” she whimpered, her body shaking as tears began to slide down her cheeks.

Guiding her to sit on the foot of the bed, you hugged Larissa close, rubbing her back and speaking to her softly, “I’m gonna get involved, Riss, whether you want me to or not. My job is to protect you, and I can’t do that if I don’t know who’s hurting you… Please, tell me who that was.”

“J-James…” Larissa sodded, clinging to you tightly.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, the name setting of several alarms in your head. “James? As in, James Hacker? As in, your abusive fiance? That James?”

Riss nodded frantically, choking out, “H-he’s been f-following me… I-I didn’y say anything because I-I didn’t know wh-what to do… I was s-so scared…”

“Shh. Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” you consoled, continuing to rub her back, “The only thing you need to do right now is take a shower and get ready for bed. I’m gonna run out, but I’ll be back in an hour.” 

“Wh-where are you going?” Larissa asked as you stood up and threw on your jacket, trading your heeled boots for a pair of tennis shoes. 

“I’m gonna go have a talk with James.” 

“No!” Larissa cried, grabbing your wrist tightly, “Y-you can’t!! He’ll hurt you!”

“Larissa. It’s okay.” you assured, gently prying her hands off of your wrist, “I can take care of myself. I’m just gonna go over and have a little chat with him. I’ll be back soon.”

“Please, don’t.” she begged, clearly terrified.

“Larissa…” a part of you wanted to cave in and stay with her, to make sure no one else could hurt her. But another, much stronger part of you wanted to ensure that James never came near Riss again, and you wanted to get it over with while your anger was still fresh, “I need to make sure that James stays away from you. I’m not gonna wait if there’s a chance he might actually hurt you. I don’t wanna think about what he might’ve done to you if I hadn’t come outside when I did… I promise I’ll be safe.” 

“...Okay…” Larissa whispered, letting go of you, “Just… don’t be gone long.”

“Like I said,” you kissed her cheek, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “I won’t be gone more than an hour.”

Larissa nodded, watching you go sadly. You patted your blade as you climbed back into your car, driving off practically on autopilot as your mind reeled with thoughts of how you were going to get James to leave Riss alone. She’d told you about him pretty early into your relationship but had only recently told you just how awful and vile he truly was. He’d beaten her constantly for anything from making a suggestion after he’d been clear on plans to simply feeling like it, he would drug her drinks and then have his way with her for hours, made her cut off all contact with her friends and family, even went so far as trying to get her to resign at Nevermore and become a housewife. That was when Larissa had finally called things off. She’d packed her bags and left while he was at work, cutting off all contact with him and never looking back. You were proud of Riss for being able to remove herself from him, but you would never be able to let go of the pure hatred you held towards James. He had scarred Larissa, possibly for life, and now, almost two years later, you were finally getting the chance to pay him back.

Having started stalking James after Larissa had initially told you about him, you knew exactly where he lived, finding yourself pulling into his driveway twenty minutes later. The house was secluded and you knew he lived alone so, the only witnesses you would have to worry about was a potential one-night-stand. Climbing the steps onto the porch you banged your fist harshly against the door, possibly hard enough to leave bruises in the morning—though, you were almost certain those wouldn’t be the only ones on yours hands you’d have by the end of the night.

After a minute or so, James finally came to the door, leaning up against the frame in nothing but a half-unbuttoned dress shirt and his boxers, sneering down at you like prey caught in a monster’s paws.

“I can’t believe this,” he chuckled, running and hand through his greasy hair, “She actually sent her guard dog on me.”

“I am not her guard dog.” you growled. Sure, you might have been half a foot shorter than him, but you could be far more intimidating then he would ever be. “But I am here to make sure you leave Larissa alone.”

“What are you gonna do, little dog?” James taunted, smirking when the muscles in your face twitched angrily at the name, “I’m sure you’re all bark, not bite.”

“For your sake, let’s hope you don’t have to find out.” you threatened, “Let me make this clear, the next time I find out you’re following her I’ll gouge out your eyes. You ever try to touch her again, and I will bury you. Nevermore has plenty of acres of land… they’ll never find your body.”

“You’re actually willing to go to prison for that bitch… She’s not worth it—”

Your body reacted of its own accord, his head reeling back as you struck him across the face.

“Do not underestimate the things I would do for her,” you growled, ignoring the way your palm stung from the slap, “Prison is a small price to pay to make sure you never lay hands on her again.”

“But, if you’re in prison, who’s going to stop someone else from putting their hands on her?” he taunted, massaging his cheek, “Bitches like Larissa are so easy to get.”

You slapped him again, grabbing his throat and pushing him up against the door, your voice murderous as you hissed through gritted teeth, “Call her that. One. More Time. And I will make sure you never speak again… You are going to leave Larissa alone. Am I clear?!” James nodded, eyes going wide as his face slowly started turning purple, “I swear to you, if I ever see you anywhere near her again it will be the last time you’re ever seen… Do we have a deal?”

He nodded again slowly and you released your grip on his neck, back up a few steps before giving him a honeyed smile and saying, “Good. Have a good rest of your night, Mr. Hacker.”

With one last warning glance his way, you turned on your heel and walked back to your car, a sense of ease over taking you despite the possible repercussions you could face if James decided to call the police. A large part of you doubted he would, for fear of his own life, and that alone made you smile a little. You were proud of yourself for restraining the urge to kill him on sight, knowing that Larissa would appreciate it, despite how much she hated him. 

Returning to Larissa’s apartment, you were a little unhappy to find her still awake, hoping to be able to bandage your hands and get a few hours of rest before she started asking questions. Nevertheless, you offered her a small smile as you shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your shoes, changing in the bathroom and wrapping your hands before joining her in bed.

“We don’t have to worry about James anymore.” you assured as Riss tucked herself against you.

“What did you do?” she asked, looking up at you with worried eyes, “Is he still—?”

“Yes, he’s still alive.” you promised, “But, let’s just say… I made it clear that he won;t be for much longer if he doesn’t leave you alone…”

“Y/n! If he reports this, you could go to prison!” Riss gasped, her hands tightening their grip on your shirt.

“He won’t.” you were probably being a little overconfident, but that was what was best for Larissa at the moment, “James is smart. He knows what’s good for him.”

“What exactly did you do?”

“Just roughed him up a bit and told him to stay away or they’d never find his body.” you answered honestly, becoming a little worried when Riss went silent. 

“I… thank you.” she finally whispered, burying her face in your chest. You could feel tears beginning to wet your shirt, wrapping your arms around her like a protective cage, “As much as I hate how you went about it, thank you…”

“You’re welcome, Riss.” you kissed her head, shutting off the lights with a flick of your wrists, “As long as I’m here, no one will ever hurt you. Okay?”

Larissa nodded, sighing softly as exhaustion took hold of her and she fell asleep in your arms.

[autism-autobot]

Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 36:

Part 35:

The intense beeping sound woke Red Son up, but it took him a few seconds to realize what that beeping meant.

It was the S.O.S. button.

Red Son leaped out of bed and darted down the hall in a panic. He threw open the door to Wukong and Nezha's room and found Nezha writhing in agony. Wukong was trying to get the hospital bag out of the closet with little success.

Without a word, Red Son grabbed the hospital bag and brought the spare wheelchair to Nezha.

Wukong had already helped Nezha put his clothes on, so they only needed to get to the car.

Red Son helped Nezha into the wheelchair and went as fast as Nezha was comfortable with to the car with Wukong close behind.

~~~

Nezha: I'm sorry... I woke you both up... so early in the morning...

RS: You need not apologize for anything.

SWK: Remember what you told me? "You shouldn't feel guilty for things outside of your control." You need help, and we're going to get you help.

Nezha: Thank you... both of you...

RS: Only a few more minutes until we arrive at the hospital.

~~~

Before Nezha was taken away by the doctors, he had a few words to say to Red Son.

Nezha: Promise me you'll watch over Wukong.

RS: I promise. I'll take good care of him.

Nezha: Good. He is everything to me. Here. *hands Red Son his watch*

Nezha: This displays all of Wukong's vitals. Check it regularly. Wukong knows how to use it if you have any questions.

RS: Alright, I will.

~~~

Red Son took his uncle to a breakfast diner across the street. Nezha had texted Red Son, insisting he and Wukong spend some time outside the hospital instead of being couped up waiting for him.

They both tried to make light conversation to distract from recent events.

RS: So, are you doing any sewing projects or anything of the sort lately? I remember you used to have at least ten projects at any given time.

SWK: I'm not allowed to have sharp objects, so sewing and embroidery are off the table.

RS: Oh. I forgot about that, sorry.

SWK: No worries! I can still crochet and knit if the needles are dull enough.

RS: Oh, that's good. I was worried you had to put all of your old hobbies to rest.

SWK: No, Nezha helped me find workarounds. And besides, I love making things for the people I love. I'm glad you finally grew into your jacket that made for you centuries ago!

RS: Indeed. I wear it all the time! I don't think either of my parents knows you made it, though.

SWK: Heh. Not very observant of my handiwork, are they?

RS: Nope. Though it does take a keen eye to tell the difference between your work and that of a flawless machine or an industry professional.

SWK: Awww. Thanks, Peony.

RS: So, what type of things are you knitting or crocheting? I want to hear all about it.

SWK: Well, you remember how I used to make those dolls that looked like various people I've met over the years?

RS: *sips his orange juice* Mhm.

SWK: Well, I've started making more of those. I've finished the ones that look like Mei, MK, and Mo. Now I'm working on Pigsy, Sandy, and I'm mostly done with Jangles.

RS: Why do you call him "Jangles" anyhow?

SWK: ... because his name sounds a lot like Tang Sanzang.

RS: ... Oh.

RS: Yeah, I can understand that.

SWK: Yeah.

~~~

Nezha had been moved to a private room where he could rest and be monitored. It was hard to rest, however, both due to Wukong's absence and his father's staring.

Nezha: Father, could you not?

Jing: I... sorry. I'm just worried about you, is all.

Nezha: I know, but it's making it hard for me to sleep.

Jing: My apologies.

Li Jing's phone starts ringing.

Jing: *checks phone* It's Macaque. I'd better respond if you don't mind.

Nezha: It's fine. Go right ahead.

Jing: *steps outside* *answers phone* Hi, Moonlight. You called me?

Mac: *through the phone* Yeah, where'd you go? I've searched the whole house and I can't find you. Did you leave or something?

Jing: Yes, I had to go to the hospital.

Mac: ...

Mac: What happened to Wukong this time?

Jing: Nothing. It's my son who requires medical care this time.

Mac: Oh! Well, at least it's not Wukong this time!

Jing: That doesn't make it better.

Mac: Right, sorry. So, when are you coming home?

Jing: Why? Are you hungry again?

Mac: What? No! That's not why I called you!

Jing: Well, it's not like you miss me or anything!

Mac: ...I...

Jing: ... Oh. You do miss me, don't you?

Mac: What? Pfft. As if!

Jing: I'm not buying that for a second, Little Knife. You missed me, didn't you?

Mac: I... *sighs* Yeah, I miss you.

Mac: I was worried when I woke up and you weren't there. I know you can take care of yourself, but it's just not the same without you here. Y'know?

Jing: I know. I love you too.

Jing: But I must be with my son, okay? He is ill and can't be away from him. If your loneliness is too unbearable for you, you can come to his hospital room to be with me. Okay, Mooncake?

Mac: Alright, I'll grab breakfast and be right over. Want me to grab you something?

Jing: Yes, please.

Mac: Alright, see you in a bit. Love you!

Jing: Wait, what did you just-

Mac: *hangs up*

Jing: *groans* You are quite difficult Moonflower.

~~~

Wukong knew exactly where the room Nezha was moved to was. He's been at this hospital enough times to know without a map or directions.

It hurt Red Son a little to know that. It hurt a bit more when he greeted most of the medical staff by name. How many times had he been in the ICU? For how long? Red Son didn't want to know.

SWK: Daffodil? We're back.

Nezha: Mushroom! *reaches for him*

SWK: *steers wheelchair towards him*

Nezha: Come 'ere! Come 'ere! Come 'ere!

SWK: *parks as close as possible to him*

Nezha: *puts his hands on Wukong's cheeks* Oh. Precious monkey. How was breakfast?

SWK: Very good! I wish you could've come! There's a lovely diner across the street that I think you'd like. It's a very cozy atmosphere in there.

Nezha: Maybe when this is over, we'll go.

Nezha: Now, come 'ere! *tries helping Wukong into bed with him*

SWK: *struggles to get in*

RS & Jing: *help position Wukong next to Nezha*

Nezha: *sighs* There we are.

SWK: *nuzzles his cheek*

SWK: So... how long are they going to keep you in here for?

Nezha: A few days at least.

SWK: *fights back tears*

Nezha: Oh. Precious thing. I'll be alright.

Nezha: And you won't be alone and uncared for. Right, cousin?

RS: Yes. You will not be alone, Uncle.

SWK: But I want you, Daffodil! It should be me in the hospital bed, not you!

Nezha: No one should have to be here. Unfortunately, we can't change such circumstances. Only how we move forward with them.

SWK: Okay. I love you.

Nezha: I love you too.

Part 37:

Masterpost

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