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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker x reader

(sort of an epilogue to the wrong idea, but once again, you don’t really need to read the series to know what’s going on. in fact, if you read the series but didn’t read any of the epilogue blurbs I did for that then this is gonna be just as random lol)

summary: your husband has a special present to give you this christmas.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut!! (oral m receiving), slapping, a touch of degradation, some housewife kink, discussions of breeding kink, but also some fluff in there first!!

“Santa!” Beatrice and Penny cheered in unison as they tackled Lee dressed in costume. You had been afraid they would recognize him at first; now you were slightly worried what it meant that they didn’t notice it was their own father behind the fake white beard.

Lee was fully into his character, though, ‘ho ho ho’-ing as he set down his bag of presents to sit down and let the girls jump into his lap on the couch.

“Did you come all the way from the North Pole?” Beatrice asked curiously, while Penny immediately became distracted by the shiny silver belt buckle resting at his stomach.

“Yes I did,” Lee answered, “just to see you.” He accented the last word by tapping Beatrice on the nose with his gloved finger, who blushed and giggled. “You’ve been a good girl this year,” he explained, “which means I have a very important question to ask you: what do you want for Christmas, little miss?”

“I want another sister!” she announced firmly. Lee had put a little bit of your rouge on (because Santa has rosy cheeks and all), but his cheeks were naturally reddening now.

“You’ll, uh, have to ask your mother about that,” he decided as he cleared his throat.

“Pleeeease Santa?” Beatrice whined. “It’s what Penny wants too!”

“Is that so?” Lee stammered, turning to Penny who nodded.

“Pwease, Mister Santa?” she concurred. “We wan’ another sister to pway wif…”

“You two are conspiring with each other now, is that it? You’re both asking for only one thing?”

They nodded in unison and Lee’s gaze drifted to you.

“Is that not the sort of thing elves can make at the North Pole?” you asked him with a smirk.

“Not exactly,” he chuckled. He addressed the girls again, who were waiting impatiently for an answer to their request. “I’ll see what I can do,” he offered, “but how about you two open the presents I brought you for now instead.”

“Fank you Mister Santa!” Penny beamed, giving him a little hug before crawling to the floor and rifling through the bag of wrapped boxes he’d brought for them.

With the girls finally put to bed, you were surprised to see Lee still partially in costume— the beard was gone as he nursed a beer, but he still had on the big red coat and pants, and most noticeably, the hat.

“Girls are asleep,” you informed him as you circled the couch. He only nodded and patted his knee; you obliged as you dutifully sat on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist, smiling up at you. You could recognize that glimmer in his eyes from a mile away. “Have I been a good girl this year?” you asked quietly.

“Yes,” he whispered, “you’re my perfect girl— such a sweet, obedient little wife, hm?”

You fiddled with the buckle at his waist for a moment, chewing your lip. “I try to be.”

He just looked up at you silently, moving his tongue inside his cheek like he did when he was thinking about something.

“Are we gonna give Penny and Bea what they asked for?” you broke the silence, trying to keep your voice neutral though you felt your eyebrow raise of its own accord.

“You know we are,” he grinned. “We can start tryin’ tomorrow— right now I have another present to give you.”

“What is it?”

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom and I’ll show you?” he offered.

You were trying not to get too excited as he followed you to the bedroom, shutting the door behind the both of you and pulling you into his arms.

“Lee,” you sighed as he started to kiss your neck, making your hands clench and tug at the fuzzy red coat of his costume. He knew exactly the spot that made your head fall back and your lip catch between your teeth, smiling against your skin as you melted into his embrace so easily.

“Gonna give you your present now, pretty girl,” he whispered against your skin. “Don’t you think every good wife deserves a pearl necklace?”

“Lee, you’ve already given me three different pearl necklaces,” you remembered as you gestured to your jewelry box.

“Dumb little baby,” he chuckled, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “You’re too innocent for your own good sometimes, princess. Not that kind of pearl necklace.”

“Wh-what kind do you mean?”

“I mean the kind where I cover those perfect tits of yours in my come.”

You swallowed thickly, your thighs clenching together. “Oh.”

He only had to look at you now for you to know what he wanted. You’d memorized his ‘bend over the counter’ look, his ‘hands and knees on the bed’ look, his ‘spread your legs so daddy can get a taste’ look. You even knew the way his voice changed when he called you from work— a.k.a. the ‘be naked and ready when I get home’ voice. Every glance was like an instruction, and you knew the stakes if you didn’t follow his instructions: the dreaded ‘I’ll take you on my knee and spank you until you can’t sit for a week’ look.

This, right now, was the ‘choke on my cock’ look.

“You make a very handsome Santa,” you informed him as you lowered to your knees.

“Ya think so?” he pressed. “You don’t mind that I really can shake my belly like a bowl full’a jelly?”

You giggled at his reference to the old rhyme, shaking your head. “No, I don’t mind that.” You made sure he believed you by planting a few kisses on his stomach on your way down.

The thick velvet of the costume still wasn’t enough to conceal the shape of Lee’s hard cock underneath, making you salivate a bit as you licked your lips and reached under to grab the thick shaft. Pulling it out, you found the head red and swollen, leaking a drop of precum which you savored as you swiped your tongue over his length. He smiled down at you, brushing a bit of hair away from your face before gripping it near the scalp, not quite pulling yet but definitely encouraging you to take him into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you closed your lips and sucked, swirling your tongue around the skin, “my good little wife, always getting on her knees for me… take it a little deeper, honey.”

Doing as he’d asked, you felt the tip hit the back of your throat and used your hand to cover the rest. He groaned a little, his head falling back, and you wanted to smile with pride in yourself but suppressed it since this was hard to do while smiling. You were getting quite aroused already, unsatiated pleasure burning between your legs and making your back arch slightly.

He moaned again, a little louder, and you repeated the motion that made him react so strongly. It worked, and his hips bucked forward into your throat, his hand holding you steady by your hair so you couldn’t pull back.

“You like when I fuck your face, huh, princess? Like daddy using your pretty little mouth?”

You moaned around him in lieu of a more articulate response, making him move a little more erratically.

“Stroke it faster, baby, I’m already gettin’ close,” he hissed, and you moved your hand over his length furiously along with twisting slightly as the wrist. “Fuuuuck,” he sighed, “just like that, you’re so fuckin’ perfect, sweetpea.”

You reached down with your free hand to rub yourself through your panties, desperate for some friction on your clit which throbbed and begged for attention, but Lee instantly noticed and slapped your cheek, making you whine.

“Keep your hands where I can see ‘em,” he commanded, using his ‘Sheriff voice’ which only made your need greater as you moaned around him again. He laughed at your desperation, slapping your face a few more times for good measure before suddenly pulling out and stroking his own cock. “Open that dress, show me those pretty tits.”

You hastily unbuttoned the front of your dress, biting on your lip as you saw his cock was stained pink from your lipstick. He always told you that was the best sign of a job well-done. The second your dress was open you were pushing it off your shoulders, nearly ripping your bra as you popped it open and tossed it aside. He groaned when your tits bounced free, and you noticed how hard your nipples were already even when they hadn’t been touched at all.

“‘M close,” he grunted, stroking his cock faster as you licked your lips, sighing as you remembered how incredible that cock felt when it was stretching you open and filling you up. You didn’t get to see him come that often, usually you just felt it, and you always loved how it felt so it was a shame to miss out this time.

“Don’t look so sad, pretty girl, I know you want all this come inside you, don’t you?” He chuckled condescendingly when you nodded. “Well don’t worry, princess, tomorrow I’m gonna knock you up so good you’re gonna forget every word that isn’t ‘yes’ and ‘daddy’.”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered.

“Just like that,” he praised. “Fuck, I’m close— ready for your present, baby?”

“Please, daddy,” you begged, moaning as his come shot in spurts onto your chest. His face was so gorgeous when he came: flushed red, biting down on his lip, eyes half-lidded and staring right at you as he covered you in his seed. You felt so dirty as he did it to you, but you loved it— so much, in fact, that you bit down on your lip to keep from getting too loud at the sensation of his hot come painting your tits.

He kept stroking until every drop was on you, sighing as he let go of his softening cock. “Fuck,” he groaned, “you always look good in the presents I give you.”

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker fic

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years

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I have an idea- pegging Azriel. Can you imagine, cause I sure can. I need a dom!reader sub!az with pegging. Pretty please 🙏

oh babe i sure can too

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so you’ve been planning it for a while and he was so nervous when he first approached you about it

he had practically fallen into the room and then stuttered his way through his request and seeing as you had never seen him so nervous before usually so calm and collected

he had been exploring his submissive side more recently and loved being your baby so much, but he was still nervous about a lot of it - until he met you he had only been taught that men had to be the dominant one

but boy he was glad he was wrong

when you realised he wasn’t getting anywhere you stroked a hand through his hair, shushing him gently and pulling him into your arms

calm down baby, what is it?

i just wanted to ask something? he sounded so afraid and by this point you kind of already knew what he was asking

do you want me to fuck you sweetheart? your voice was soft even as you spoke lewd words, smiling widely when he whimpered and buried his face in your chest with a small nod

you know how i feel about communication baby, words please

i want you to fuck me miss he whined lowly into your boobs and you giggled

good boy, but it means a lot of preparation, gotta get you ready to take my cock you force his head up with his chin in your hand go strip and lie down on the bed baby

as he moved as quickly as he could, you stood and moved to grab your box of toys from your wardrobe and a bottle of lube from your bedside table

oh baby i always forget how pretty you look like this you cooed, moving to lean over him and pressing kisses into his neck as you moved one hand to languidly stroke his cock

he whimpered underneath you, his hips jerking up into your hand before you pull away and stand to you full heigh again, carefully undressing as he drooled watching you

turn over baby, let’s get you prepped you commanded and he turned red, moving onto his hands and knees

you would rub some lube into his tight hole gently, pressing in one of your fingers and twisting it gently

the little whimpers and moans he let out were like music to your ears and you smiled widely pushing a second finger into his tight hole

cauldron baby your so tight how am i ever gonna fit my dick in here? you asked him and he groaned so loudly as he fell onto his forearms, his back arching and wings flaring as you twisted your fingers inside him

you then retrieved the smallest plug you had as you pulled your fingers from his ass, and then proceeded to lube it up and pressed it into him as he moaned and bucked against it

when it was completely inside of him you pulled away and pulled him back over by his shoulder

he whined when he was again seated on his ass and you smiled down at him, stroking his cheek before settling between his legs

now i’m going to suck your sweet cock, before i fuck that tight little ass you grin up at him as his mouth opens and closes like a fish

would you like that baby boy? he nodded quickly but you tutted under your breath as he inhaled shakily

i-i want that he whispered and you bit your lip before spitting on his cock and slowly lowering your mouth onto him, barely fitting a third of his dick in

his hands would grip the bed sheets so tightly, waiting as you hadn’t given him explicit permission to touch you and he was always so good for you - perfectly trained in following orders and waiting

you would take your time with him, eyes trained on the blissed expression on his face, and slowly work most of his cock into your mouth

he loved seeing you like this - you were on your knees yet had complete control over him, watching his every move as you swallowed him down

you reached a gentle hand to his own, knuckles turning white from how tightly he was gripping the sheets in an effort to remain your good boy

when you stroked over the back of his hand he let you guide him to hold your head - scarred fingers tangling in your hair as he started moving you up and down his dick at his own pace

he was already so close and when you moaned around his length he cursed loudly, hands tightening in your hair

i’m going to come miss he whined loudly and you pulled away with a giggle, your hand stroking him

is that so baby, and what’s the magic word? you spoke condescendingly as his eyes widened, pleading with you

please miss, please i need it so badly, please, please you would never tire of hearing him beg and given how pretty your boy looked like this you took mercy, moving back down to suckle on the head of his cock

his body bent over as he was overcome with the sensations and you soon felt him coat your tongue

you swallowed it all with a smile as he cursed, thanking you and whining above you as you pulled off him with a pop

such a good boy for me, do you think you’re ready to try baby? he would be so nervous as you spoke but would nod, undeniably excited to become completely yours

i’m ready miss, only want it to be you his gentle words would make you smile as you stood to stand between his legs again

okay baby, we’ll use the colour system today, if you say red i’ll stop immediately, orange i’ll slow down and green if you’re good. got it?

his little nods were adorable and you cooed what are you now baby?

green miss, so fucking green his voice was rough from moaned and you reached out to stroke his cheek, kissing him softly before pushing him back and pushing his legs out, reaching a hand down to twist the plus inside him

i’m gonna start small okay baby, you remember how long it took me to take you the first time he blushed at the praise, and the memory but nodded nonetheless

you went to retrieve your harness and started with your seven inch dildo, strapping it on and making sure everything was secure before lubing up and pulling the plug out of him gently

you prepared him again, to afraid to hurt your sweet boy to rush anything before leaning over him again to press a gentle kiss against his mouth

you would then slowly push in, swallowing his pathetic moans with your mouth as you kissed him until you were fully seated within him

colour my sweet boy? you could feel your own wetness in your panties as you took in his breathless appearance, face red and his eyes scrunched together

his eyes met yours and you almost moaned yourself when you saw how filled with desire they were

green miss, i’m not gonna last i’m sorry you smiled down at him and started moving slowly as you put a hand between you to start pumping his cock at the same pace as you fucked his ass

that’s okay baby, i’m happy to fuck this pretty ass for five minutes or five hours, it’s all for you he moaned wantonly as you spoke

you set a steady pace, fucking him roughly but slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him so soon as you could already predict the sub drop he would have when he finished

his moans started getting higher after a few minutes and you sensed he was getting close so you sped up slightly, twisting and tugging his cock as you pushed him over the edge

his back arched of the bed when he came, covering your hand in his cum as his whole body shook with the force of his orgasm

when he had come down for his high you pulled out gentle, quickly discarding the strap on and rushing to get a washcloth and a glass of water for your worn out boy

when you came back he was near passed out on the bed, a blissful expression on his face as you cleaned the two of you up gently - praising him the whole time

when you were finished you helped him dress and lay down next to him as he curled up beside you, face hidden in your chest again

are you okay baby? you asked when you felt him curl tighter into you

yeah just overwhelmed he muttered and you stroked a hand through his hair before sitting up slightly making him choke on a sob and pull you back down and into his arms, wings curling around you

don’t leave me his voice was so soft and sad that you instinctively reached out to draw your hands along his hair comfortingly

never baby, i just thought you’d want a bath and maybe a snack? you can stay with me the entire way you comforted

can you just- hold me for a bit right now? he asked with that same small voice and you kissed him softly

of course love, we can do all the when you’re ready okay? he nodded into your chest with a small okay

he would fall asleep soon after safe and loved in your arms as you stayed with him until he was whole again

#acofas #acotar #acomaf #azriel #acowar #azriel x reader #acofs #acosf

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lucyintheskywithxanax · 3 years

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Butterfly Wings In My Heart

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Reader

Requested by @sapphicsarahpaulson “ “can i stay here tonight?” and “i love seeing you smile” for mina x reader? “

A/N: I’m so happy with how this piece turned out. I hope you’ll like it, too ❤️️ As always, English isn’t my mother tongue, so expect a few weird sentences. x

Word count: ~ 4 500

You leaned forward to adjust the purple fairy lights you had just hung to the ceiling, and almost lost your balance and fell off the ladder.

“Careful,” Venable called.

You glanced down at her with a grin. “It’s so nice to know you care,” you sang.

Venable’s jaw tightened as she shot you a look. “I don’t. I’m not particularly eager to have you crash down into me.”

“Then don’t stand there,” you quipped. You leaned forward again, fidgeted with the lights until you were satisfied. “I’m done anyway.”

Clumsily you climbed down the ladder and planted yourself in front of Venable. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face as you met her eyes and she glared, squinting slightly at you, her right hand clutching the knob of her cane.

“Those are so pretty don’t you think?” you said, nodding at the string of purple lights. She glanced up at it.

“Mutt and Jeff asked for red lights,” she said in that deep, cold voice of hers.

You shrugged, looked down at the floor.”Too bad. I thought you’d like these better.”

You eagerly looked at her out of the corner of your eye to gauge her reaction; nothing. You were about to roll your eyes at her when the corner of her mouth twitched and stretched into a small, fond, almost shy smile – and your heart sang with joy.

She didn’t smile a lot, Ms Venable. There were the small, incredulous smiles when someone said or did something that scared her. There were the mean, condescending smiles, like a predator baring its teeth. Those smiles no one was eager to see, for they presaged bad things. Cruel things. They weren’t really smiles at all, you thought.

But once in a while she would smile a smile that was genuine and fond. Those were as rare as seeing the moment a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. What made them even more special was, she seemed to give them to you only. Your heart had stopped beating, actually stopped beating, the first time you had seen her face soften and her eyes light up and her mouth curl up. You had felt so grateful, and so honored, to be allowed to witness such a sight. Since that day you had been starving for it.

It was so beautiful, that smile. So you decided it was your own sacred duty to find what would conjure it every single day of the rest of your life.

Stupid jokes didn’t work. They would only make Venable glare at you condescendingly. One day you asked one of your coworkers to hit you in front of her, to see if it would make her laugh, as you knew that worked with babies. Venable gave you a look as if you had gone mad – maybe you had. Infatuations tended to turn your brain into mush.

You tried to compliment her – you only got a snarky comment or a contemptuous look in return. You tried to bring her gifts, a cup of coffee she didn’t ask for, a book you loved, a lavender scarf you had spotted in a shop window and which had reminded you of her – a polite, if slightly cold, thank you.

And then one Monday morning as you told her about your weekend while she made coffee, she glanced sideways at you and here it was – here it was, the sparkle in her eyes, the curling of her lips, the fondness and the beauty and the colorful butterfly wings that made your heart flutter.

Casual conversations. Just you and her, talking about nothing in particular. Not you goofing around, not you putting a gloss on your personality to try and please her. Just you being yourself. That’s what made her smile.

You had to run to the nearest bathroom like a fool, your chest bursting with emotion. With one hand on either side of the sink you stared at your reflection in the mirror, your eyes wide and glassy, not quite daring to believe what had just happened. You could have burst into tears. Your head and your heart were full of her.

You tried again the day after, just to make sure you had not been dreaming. You walked to her office during your lunch break, leaned against the doorway, asked her a few questions about work. She looked up from her computer and locked eyes with you. She always listened to you with attention, never cutting you off, nodding to what you said, asking you for more details. It made you feel so special, so appreciated and understood. Most people always seemed bored with you. They would start talking to someone else even though you were in the middle of a sentence, or only hum and change the subject, or never raise their eyes from their phones while they had lunch with you. You had grown used to it, accepted it, thought it was okay and normal. No one liked having to spend time with boring people.

But Venable always listened to you. She seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say. And she smiled – oh, she smiled, for no reason at all. As if the mere sound of your voice was the most beautiful, the most charming thing she had ever heard. And just as she liked hearing you talk, so did you: she was smart, sharp-witted and educated. You could listen to her speak for hours.

So today when you had offered to help decorating the room for the dance, and your gaze had fallen on the purple fairy lights tangled in a cardboard box, all you’d been able to think about had been Venable, and that maybe if the universe was kind enough she would be grateful, and maybe, just maybe, she would hold your hand, or stroke your cheek.

“I appreciate your intention, Y/N,” Venable said. “But as you already know I won’t be attending the dance, so who cares if I like the decoration.”

You pursed your lips to hide your annoyance and disappointment. “Are you sure about that?” you asked, assuming a causal expression, as if you were starting a conversation about the weather.

“Sure about what?”

“Not attending the dance. It means so much to Jeff and Mutt, and it’s not every day a company turns fifteen. Besides, you’ve done so much for Kineros, you should come and enjoy the fun.”

“Idiots prancing about all night long isn’t exactly my definition of fun,” Venable retorted.

“What if I asked you to go with me? As my date?”

What on Earth had made you bold enough to ask her that, you didn’t know. But she looked so damn beautiful under the fairy lights with that fiery red hair and those eyes and those cheekbones, you couldn’t hold your words and your admiration back. But maybe you should have, because now she looked mad.

“Excuse me?” she said, her voice laced with outrage.

You lowered your chin sheepishly, heat flooding your cheeks.”I mean… if you want to, of course.”

“I don’t,” she snapped.

Something in her voice, or maybe in the way her eyes widened slightly and her grip on her cane tightened, made you bold again.

“Are you sure?”you asked, taking one step towards her. She held her ground.

“I’m sure.”

You raised one hand, twisted a strand of your hair around your finger.

“Because I was thinking we could go together, and maybe dance together, and when we’re tired of all those ‘idiots’ I could drive you to my place and make you some dinner.”

Venable was glaring at you as if you had insulted her. But then, very slowly, part of her anger melted and her eyes seemed to veil over with an almost wistful look.

“Think about it,” you smiled.

Venable scoffed. “There’s nothing to think about. My decision is made.”

“Maybe so. But can you think about it?”

And before she had time to retort, you leaned in and planted a kiss on her cheek, then fled the room before she could cane you.

“You’ve been staring at the same page for half an hour.” A hand, closing around your shoulder; red hair, tickling your neck. Venable leaned over your shoulder and whispered in your ear, “Do you think I hired you so you could waste your time daydreaming?”

You gulped, heat flooding your cheeks, and squirmed on your chair as your whole body tingled and suddenly came alive in her presence.

“I’m sorry, Ms Venable.” Your voice was raspy; you cleared your throat. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Venable hummed. She tapped one finger on your shoulder and blew hot air through her nose on the skin of your neck.

“You’re standing awfully close to me,” you rasped.

Venable smirked. “That’s rich, coming from someone who has no respect for personal space.”

Her fingers curled on your shoulder, nails raking the fabric of your shirt, and then she straightened and left, leaving you with your heart beating madly in your chest and heat pooling between your legs.

Before you left that day, you knocked on her office door. She looked up from her computer and smiled, before she remembered to school her features. Then she glared, and you couldn’t help but grin giddily at her.

“What do you want?” she snapped. “I’m busy.”

“I was just wondering if you had changed your mind about the dance tonight.”

She didn’t even bother to answer you and focused her attention back on her work. You waited for a few seconds, listening to the sound of her fingers tapping on the keyboard. Then you leaned against the wall and crossed your arms on your chest.

“Do you plan on going back home before it starts?” you asked. “I can pick you up at your place at 7, and then we can –“

“What part of ‘I am not coming’ does your feeble brain not understand?” Venable said, raising her head to look at you, her eyes cold and mean.

“Why not?”you retorted.

Anger flared in her eyes. “That is none of your business.”

You waited a few moments, and then said in a quiet, soothing voice, “I’d really love to dance with you.”

Her fingers froze above the keyboard. She shot you a surprised look over the rim of her glasses, and you gave her a warm smile.

Something in her face softened. It almost looked – almost – as if some of her walls had crumbled down. For a moment you saw her as she must look like in the morning, relaxed and peaceful, eyes soft, limbs heavy with sleep. Your heart swelled and fluttered with affection. But then she reached for her cane and wrapped her fingers around the knob.

“I hate dancing,” she said sharply.

“That’s fine. We can still enjoy each other’s company.”

She squinted at you, jaw tightening. “I do not enjoy your company,” she mocked, imitating your intonation.

You pretended that did not hurt. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other and tried to smile again, but it looked more like an ugly grimace. She noticed, and her expression softened.

For a long moment there was only silence. Her eyes were scrutinizing you, dark and unreadable. Just as you were about to give up and leave, she tapped her cane on the floor, making you jump. “You can meet me here at 7:30,” she said. “Be prompt.”

Your hands were sweating. Your heart was beating madly in your chest, as if it wanted to free its way out of you. You smoothed your hands over your clothes, over and over again, as you made your way towards Venable’s office. You had changed into evening wear, nothing too fancy, sprayed perfume on your wrists and neck. The corridors were buzzing with the excited voices of your coworkers, happy, carefree for a night. It almost felt like prom night.

You stopped in front of Venable’s office door, swallowed, took a deep breath for courage, and knocked. The door opened immediately, startling you.

Venable was still in her work clothes, ponytail as neat as ever, face beautiful. You couldn’t help but gaze at her in awe.

“Hello,” you muttered after a while.

Venable shot you a disdainful look. She closed the door and said, “Let’s go. I want to get it over with.”

“Always a pleasure,” you muttered. She didn’t reply.

Side by side you walked to the room where the dance was to be held. It was already crowded with people, people calling each other and waving, people gathered around the buffet, people guffawing and laughing. You spotted Mutt and Jeff in the middle of the room, faces flushed with pride. Two huge pink and yellow balloons, in the shape of a 1 and a 5, hung from the ceiling.

You scanned the crowd, excitement and joy gradually seeping into you. You had always loved parties, always loved the feeling of belonging and of freedom, the heat of bodies all around you. It made you feel strong. You started bouncing on your toes, smiling at familiar faces, laughing as one of your coworkers made a face at you on his way back from the buffet. How you loved parties.

Venable, on the contrary, had tensed up the minute she had stepped into the room. She stood tall and proud, head held high, posture impeccable, but you noticed how tightly she was gripping her cane, and caught a glimpse of the fear in her eyes. Someone brushed past her too close for comfort and she almost recoiled. She was nervous, ill at ease. Her eyes darted from one face to another as if she were expecting a slap or a jeer from anyone.

“Come on,” you said, nodding to a table in a corner. “It’ll be quieter over there.”

As you reached the table, the music started; Blondie, Heart of Glass. Mutt threw his arms up in the air and gave a happy yell. Venable shot him a contemptuous look.

“Are you hungry?” you asked her. “Sit down, I’ll go get us something to eat.”

You threaded your way through the crowd to the buffet, grabbed two plates and piled food on them. You had no idea what Venable liked, so you chose a bit of everything: vegetables, meat, rice, a thick slice of bread. One of your coworkers came up to you and made a few jokes before her partner dragged her to the dance floor in the middle of the room. You watched them wistfully for a few seconds, then made your way back to Venable, holding the plates as close to your chest as you could to avoid they be knocked over by someone’s elbow.

Venable looked even tenser than when you had left her. She was sitting very, very straight, eyes shooting daggers at no one in particular, one hand gripping her cane. You slowed down as you got close and watched her. She looked exactly like an animal, a predator, trapped in a cage surrounded by a curious crowd, baring its teeth every time someone tapped on the bars, trying to find a corner where to hide. She met your eyes, and visibly relaxed when you sat down at the table and handed her one of the plates.

Things got easier from then on. You both ate your food in-between bits of conversation. You had to bend over the table to hear each other speak over the music, heads only a few inches apart. Lights danced across Venable’s face, shadows shifting, sparkles in her eyes. At one point you laughed, and her eyes flicked to your lips and lingered there a second or two. You bit your lower lip, shot her an amused look. She picked up her glass and hid her reddening cheeks behind it as she took a few sips.

Warmth was spreading inside you. You told yourself it was the food, or maybe the music, or maybe the party. You told yourself maybe it was the combination of those three things. But then Venable brought a hand up to her ear to play with her earring as she listened to you talk, her gaze fond and intense; her lips parted in a smile that made joy fizzle in your stomach.

It was her, without a doubt.

You leaned closer and said giddily, “I love seeing you smile.”

She didn’t hear you. The music was too loud. So you said it again, almost a yell. She frowned, narrowed her eyes at you.

“It’s true,” you went on, grabbing your empty glass and pressing it against your mouth to hide behind it, just as Venable had done a few minutes before. “You have such a beautiful smile, but I guess you must hear that all the time.”

Venable opened her mouth, closed it again. There was a strange look in her eyes you could not quite identify. Her hand came up to play with her earring again, and then she raised her shoulders and jerked her head to the side like a child trying to hide the fact that they’re lying. “Thank you,” she said.”I do hear that all the time.”

A man who was waltzing drunkenly almost collided with your chair. You shoved him back into the arms of his friend, laughing. When you glanced at Venable, laughter still on your mouth, you caught a glimpse of her fond smile before she had time to compose her features. Your heart swelled. Beaming, you raised your glass, forgetting it was empty – “To Kineros’ fifteenth birthday!” – forgetting you didn’t even like the company, forgetting everything that wasn’t her.

The music changed. The quick tempo faded and was replaced by a slow melody, a piano and a violin, a deep, melancholy male voice. It soothed your heart and made it ache at the same time. All around the room couples found each other and pressed their bodies against each other and started slow dancing. You glanced sideways at Venable.

She was staring at the dancers with a sad look in her eyes, her thumb tapping distractedly on the knob of her cane. Her gaze fell on one of your coworkers’ face, happy and beaming as she twirled and twirled and laughed. Her partner wrapped one arm around her waist and dipped her. Venable’s grip on her cane tightened, knuckles turning white, and the sadness spilled from her eyes and spread across her face.

You cleared your throat to draw her attention.

“Shall we?” you said, gesturing towards the dancers.

Venable straightened her shoulders, raised her chin and shook her head. “I told you I don’t like dancing,” she said.

You hummed, studying her face. “Then why do you look so sad?”

She shot you a surprised look, eyes widening. You were expecting a mean retort, but instead she stared at the dancers again, and her lower lip trembled.

And then it finally dawned on you. The problem wasn’t that she hated dancing. The problem was that she couldn’t.

You swore you heard your heart break over the music. You had to dig your nails into your arm to stop yourself from reaching out and pulling her into a hug. For a moment you kept silent, and then as the violins swelled and the lights danced on Wilhemina’s face, you wrapped one hand around her wrist and pulled her up and towards the dance floor.

Her mouth opened in protest, but the words died in her throat when you laid one hand on the curve of her waist and used your other hand to guide hers to your shoulder. Her fingers stuttered over your skin, wide eyes meeting yours. You gave her a reassuring smile, brought your hand down and gently laced your fingers with hers around the knob of her cane.

And then you started to sway under the purple fairy lights.

Slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust, guiding her movements with your hand on her waist. Moving one foot, then the other. In rhythm with the lazy lament of the violins.

Wilhemina’s body slowly relaxed. She found her pace, her eyes never leaving yours, the lights making them glitter. You smiled, and gazed at her as her face softened with gratitude and something else that maybe, just maybe, looked like love. Her eyes lit up as she returned your smile and you swore – your heart was singing louder than the music.

You watched as the sadness melted and genuine happiness bloomed from her smile.

You pulled her closer and pressed your forehead against hers. You felt her breath hitch, saw her eyes flutter closed. So you allowed yourself to sink into her presence, sink into the music, sink into the moment.

And you prayed for the song never to end.

But it did, too soon, too abruptly. Another song started, upbeat and fierce. Wilhemina stopped moving and squared her shoulders. You took her hand, gave it a squeeze and led her back to your table.

She didn’t say thank you. She didn’t have to. The look in her eyes spoke plenty enough.

“Well then,” you said as you pulled up in front of Wilhemina’s house – small, white walls, perfectly mown lawn. You paused. You didn’t know what to add after that.

Wilhemina did not move. You glanced sideways at her, swallowing around the lump in your throat. Every nerve in your body was screaming for her to stay. Maybe you could take her on a drive, find a secluded spot, lie down in the grass and watch her as the stars slowly moved in the sky.

“That was nice,” you said after a while.

Wilhemina nodded. “Thank you for the lift,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” you smiled.

Still she did not move. Both her hands were wrapped around the knob of her cane, and she was staring straight ahead at the trees bordering the sidewalk. Her eyes shone faintly in the dark.

You cleared your throat. Your whole body was tingling with the need to touch her, to be near her, to feel her warmth again. You wondered if you would dare, if you would ever be bold enough. But you had been bold when you had invited her to the dance, and she had said yes; so you would be bold again.

“Can I stay at your place tonight?” you asked.

She turned her head to look at you. A small, incredulous smile – afraid to be hurt.

“No you may n – “She cut herself off. Scrutinized your face. You waited, barely daring to breathe, your heart drumming in your ears. Wanting to be near her, now and always and forever.

“I can sleep on the couch,” you added quickly, averting your gaze. Your cheeks were starting to burn, and you were oh so grateful for the darkness.

Silence. Out of the corner of your eye you saw her reaching for the car door handle.

“I guess you can stay,” she said in an expressionless voice. “I don’t see any harm in that.”

“I have some clean pajamas you can borrow for the night,” Wilhemina said without looking at you.

“It’s okay,” you teased. “I can sleep naked.”

She shot you a look, then averted her gaze again and turned to rearrange a stack of papers on the coffee table, but you still saw it – the soft blush that bloomed in her cheeks. You sat back on the couch, grinning, and folded your hands behind your head.

“So,” you sang, “tonight wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, was it?”

She hummed. She was still pretending to rearrange the stack of papers, so you stood up and planted yourself in front of her.

“Was it?” you repeated, fighting the giddy, smug grin that tugged at your lips. She straightened her shoulders, narrowed her eyes at you. You couldn’t quite decide whether she was amused or outraged by your behavior.

“What do you want me to say?” she retorted, her voice just a little bit raspier than usual. “That you were right?”

She was so close. You took her hand, laced your fingers with hers and kissed her knuckles. Her breath hitched. You grazed your lips on her skin, never breaking eye contact.

“I’d really like to dance with you again,” you whispered.

“But there’s no music,” Wilhemina answered in a breath.

You hummed, slipped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Who needs music to dance?”

She seemed to consider your words for a minute. Her eyes drifted to your lips. She inhaled shakily, then closed the space between you and pressed her chest against yours.

Your breath caught in your throat. Your body simultaneously tingled with life and combusted to ashes. Your eyes fell closed as you pressed your forehead against hers, just as you had at the dance, except this time it felt even more special. Maybe it was the privacy, or the silence, or how warm and firm her chest was against yours. Maybe it was the way she touched her nose to yours, or how, when she let out a breath, you felt it hot on your mouth and you had to stop yourself from capturing her lips in yours and kissing her senseless.

You didn’t even realize you had started slow dancing. You were too focused on her and on the way her body felt against yours to notice anything else. You wrapped both arms around her waist and held her tight, fingers digging into the fat on her hips. A moment passed, and then she, almost angrily, pushed her pelvis against yours.

You stopped breathing entirely.

Every inch of you was burning. She had set you on fire, and you were melting, melting into her, core aching, head buzzing. So then you did the only thing that felt right. You tilted your head, crashed your mouth against hers and devoured her.

She whimpered, brought a hand up to your cheek, pressed herself even closer into you. You were pretty sure by now your insides had turned into molten lava. Her hand slid up to tangle in your hair, and you heard a clang as her cane fell to the ground, felt her other hand press on the small of your back, grip the fabric of your garment, boldly slide down to knead your ass.

“God, Wilhemina,” you whined into her mouth. She was going to be the end of you. She had cast a spell on you and now you’d die if you had to spend a single second away from her. You felt her smile, that beautiful, bewitching smile of hers that had started it all – and suddenly you needed to see it again, so you pulled away, eliciting an angry groan from her. You put one hand on her shoulder to hold her back.

She was breathing hard, cheeks flushed and lipstick smeared, eyes so dark and so predatory it sent shivers down your spine. You ran your thumb over her mouth, giggled when she nipped it. Her lips twitched, and your eyes widened in expectation, heart racing, heart singing – and then she smiled, that smile that softened her face and made her eyes light up, that smile she only ever smiled for you.

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Quitting You | Zeke Yeager

Pairing: Zeke Yeager/Jaeger x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: After yet another big fight, Zeke catches you smoking.

Word Count: 1K+

Warning & Tags: Implication of abusive relationship, toxic relationship, angst, smoking, Zeke is basically a complete asshole | SFW

A/N: Based on the request from an anon. Thanks for requesting! (More A/N at the end of the fic)

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The shatters of the glass scattered all over the marble floor; they gleamed underneath the dim lights reflected by the fireplace. Soft and delicate but unforgiving as they pierce against your skin; you were staring at how they glimmered, as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

Maybe that was how you coped – by fabricating fascination towards the stupidest things around you – be it the puddles on the pavement, the crack on the walls, or whatever that could take your mind off of the consequences of altercation. Slowly, you could feel the overwhelming rage subsided, your breath came to heal from its previously erratic rhythm.

You fetched the broom and stood over the shatters. Looking at yet another token from yet another fight with Zeke. At times, it had gotten so common that you no longer flinched nor surprised whenever his big, strong hand strikes against his own belonging - just to make a point in every argument. As long as not my body he hurts, you thought. A pathetic justification that had gotten stale.

What was this all about, again? You wondered, could not even place the reason for such mess to begin with. Maybe it was the way Reiner talked to you at the party, too intent, too handsy to Zeke’s taste. Or maybe it was actually the endless congratulatory praises you received for your achievements tonight that had made Zeke felt overshadowed by his own lover. Ever so fragile, that ego.

You started to sweep the shatters, but each pull felt so heavy and you realized that the trembling in your hands remained. You closed your eyes, desperately seeking refuge from the abyss of fear and the feeling of helplessness that Zeke had caused. As nausea loomed inside your gut, you ran out to the apartment patio and you inhaled the fresh air as much as you could.

But when the tremble persisted, you couldn’t take it any longer. You scrambled back inside to ransack the credenza to find the old tin box you had kept hidden for so long. You immediately brought it back outside and took out the slender roll as you leaned your back to the wooden chair.

With your trembling hands you lit your cigarette and inhaled as deeply as you can. The fire burned the tobacco to ashes quickly. As the toxin invaded the airway, you let out a deep, troubled puff. In the hazy vicinity of the white smoke, you sobbed soundlessly letting the streaks of black mascara ran down your face, without realizing that the cause for your tears was now standing underneath the doorframe, staring at you.

Zeke looked awful. His trousers were stained with wine drops, he had discarded his shirt and was only wrapped by the black bathrobe untied, displaying his defined abs and bare chest. All the colors were rid from his face and his beard was damp. In desperate attempt to atone for his rage and come back to his sense, he had washed his face. It looked genuine at first but after years of doing the same thing, you had come to realize that the habit was not an honest attempt to straighten himself out, it was all performative.

“Is that your vice now?” his deep, raspy voice was no longer startling for you. You just dragged your gaze towards him, displaying to Zeke the mess that he had created on your face. Your eyes were swollen, your make-up was smudged all over your face. It was no longer your shame; you wore it with pride like a battle scar. And also, because you knew how much he hated to see what his rage had caused, you knew it pained him inside and it pleased you.

You nodded, puffing out another wisp of smoke, but this time, at his direction.

There was no longer trace of anger on the tall, muscular man. What remained was only the shell of the menace that he was some moments ago. Both of you were tired of fighting already.

He sat next to you and took the cigarette from your fingers for his own. His chest heaved as he inhaled the toxin deep, “Urgh,” he groaned condescendingly, “Menthol.”

Yet despite his pretentious disapproval he took another taste, “Starting again?” Like a payback, he blew the smoke at your face, compelling you to close your eyes and look away.

“Why? Feeling sad?” He asked again, this time the mocking jeer was too palpable. You rolled your eyes, and tried to grabbed your cigarette back from his finger, but he was quick to move his hand away, “You don’t smoke in my house.”

“You smoke yourself,” you said, with the following word muttered under your breath, “fucker.”

“I make the rules, baby,” he grinned, a very sickening one as he stroked another inhale until it burned the cigarette to the butt-end, “tastes like shit.” Then stubbing out the cigarette on the wooden chair.

“You’re too pretty for this darn thing, anyway,” Zeke said, as he carried on his theatrical assholery by grabbing the tin can, and made a disapproving gesture upon seeing the menthol rolls, before he threw the contents over to the patio railing and down to the public roads below.

“You’re littering. What an asshole.” There was a vivid look of disgust on your face. Maybe you hated Zeke with all of your heart, maybe you longed to the day where this man finally paid the price of being the biggest cunt you have ever met, but maybe the reason why you haven’t left all along was because being with Zeke was an intoxication you would always cave in for. He was the replacement to your cigarettes and you couldn’t quit him.

“Where’s your cigarette? I need them.” You got up from your seat and headed inside for his clove cigarettes, the ones he had bought at trade auction. Imported straight from Southeast Asia, he rolled them himself. Pretentious twat, you cursed him.

But Zeke was quick to dismiss your attitude, even before you passed the doorframe, he pulled your arms and cornered you against the glass railing, the only thing that separate you from the absolute death below. He pinned your body against his bare chest as he smiled, a repugnant one that you had grown to loathe and long for at the same time, “No smoking for you, okay?” He wiped the leftover tears and the streak of smudgy mascara on your face when the skin suddenly stung underneath his thumbs. You whimpered.

Like an animal, he licked his thumb and wiped clean the black goo on the spot where it hurt on your face. He finally saw a cut wound. Not too deep to leave a scar, but visible enough to remind him of his own rage. The glass that Zeke broken had pierced through your cheek, “Does it hurt?” There was a genuine worry in his question.

You nodded, and Zeke sighed. He caressed your messy cheek with the knuckles of his finger, soft and delicate, a stark contrast to what he was just moments ago. “Don’t smoke, okay?” He kissed the wound he caused. It stung with the warmth of his lips but it did not hurt, “Anyway, the plan was for you to watch me die, not the opposite. So, don’t start again, alright? They’re bad.”

You hummed. The insanity of being with Zeke finally caught up with you.

“As bad as being with you,” you said, softened underneath his touch, “two things I wish I could quit.

A/N: Dear anon, I have a feeling that this was not what you had in mind when requesting, but I couldn’t help it~ This is the gist that I got from listening to Cigarette Duet hahaha 😭 I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless!

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the-modernmary · 3 years

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my best habit || aaron hotchner x reader (ch. 6)

Chapter summary: Your weekend at Aaron’s place continues, and he reflects on your relationship and what it all means. The team finds out.

Warnings: morning sex, thigh riding, little bit of dirty talk? allusions to office sex. pretty tame tbh. minors DNI

A/N: Posting these on tumblr is so much fun because I forgot that this is one of my favorite chapters in this whole story. This chapter is pretty long, but it has Hotch’s pov and team shenanigans, and pining!! Thank you all so much for your likes and reblogs and just all of the sweet things everybody has said so far about this story!!! As always, my ask box is always open if anybody wants to talk about this story or CM/hotch in general, or just wants somebody to talk to!!

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“You call the shots babe

I just wanna be yours

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours”

- Arctic Monkeys, “I Wanna Be Yours”

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If there was one thing you liked more than sleeping with Aaron, you decided, it was waking up next to him. That was probably in part because it just didn’t happen very often. Most mornings were a frantic rush to get to work or school, and too often Aaron was up, showered, and dressed before you even got out of bed. It worked, though, and you didn’t have to worry about your respective morning routines being thrown off.

It was also the same reason the two of you kept clothes at each other’s places. One of the first times Aaron had spent the night at your apartment, he got called into the BAU early for a case and couldn’t go home to change, which meant he had spent an entire week in some tiny Montana town avoiding the questioning stares of everybody on his team, trying to figure out where he had spent the night.

Or there was the time when you decided to tease Aaron a little too much and he ended up tearing the buttons off your blouse, meaning you had to find a way to style one of his oversized button ups to wear to court. Having a drawer at each other’s places wasn’t some big declaration of feelings or taking things to the next step, it was just being smart and proactive.

And as a bonus, the efficiency of the morning routines plus already having clothes meant plenty of time for morning sex.

Aaron’s arm was draped lazily over your waist, not exactly pulling you in towards him, and keeping you at a distance. But it was comforting all the same knowing that, even in his sleep, he still wanted you. At the beginning of your fling, you had teased Aaron for being a cuddler, and he had just said it was because he liked knowing that you were safe and with him and that it grounded him. It didn’t take much longer for you to realize that Aaron Hotchner was a lot lonelier than he let on.

You could feel Aaron’s breath on the back of your neck as you stretched languidly, every muscle in your body happily sore. It would be so easy to just fall back asleep and let the morning pass both of you by. You had all weekend, and you were sure that you and Aaron would need your rest whenever you could get it. You pulled the covers closer to your frame and curled up even more, savoring the warmth of the bed and letting out a content sigh.

“If you keep stealing the covers,” came Aaron’s raspy mumble, “We’re going to have to start using two separate blankets.”

A small smile tugged on the corners of your lips as you turned around so you could face Aaron. He must have been up for a while if he was already using full sentences, which meant that he had made the somewhat conscious decision to stay in bed with you. Those stupid butterflies from the night before came back in full force. His eyes were still closed, but he had a smug smirk gracing his face as he pulled you closer to him, your legs quickly tangling with his.

Another good thing about waking up next to Aaron was that he looked downright sinful in the mornings, especially when he had just the faintest hint of stubble on his chin like he did then. The lines of his perpetually furrowed brows all but disappeared and his hair was much messier than usual, although you were more than likely the cause of that last night. You could see the faint scratches on his shoulders and bruises on his collarbone, also your doing.

You were sure you had just as many marks on your body, if not more. Aaron was patient and he knew how to read every little reaction you gave him in order to make you a whimpering mess. You probably would have been annoyed at how easily he could read you if it didn’t feel so good.

You let out a soft “humph” as you buried your face into his bare chest, breathing him in. “Maybe if you didn’t insist on making your house an icebox…”

Your words trailed off as Aaron slipped his hand that was on your back under your - his - shirt so that he could run his fingers up and down your spine. He propped his head up on his other hand, finally letting his eyes open to look at you. The sunlight filtering through the window brought out the tiny flecks of gold in his eyes.

“Wanted to make sure you stayed in bed,” he admitted, his eyes shamelessly tracing you up and down and you could feel his growing morning wood pressed against you.

You squeezed your thighs together as you traced small patterns over his bare chest with your fingertips. “By making it too cold for me to even grab a jacket?” you teased.

Aaron just shrugged, still mindlessly rubbing the bare skin of your back. “It worked, didn’t it? Besides…” His hand moved to rest on your waist, his thumb teasing the underside of your breast. “I can think of a few ways to warm up.”

You smirked and lifted your head to bring a kiss up to his neck, leaving a small bruise in its wake. “Oh?” you asked with a lifted eyebrow. “I wouldn’t mind going for round two.”

A giggle slipped past your lips as Aaron rolled over, pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling his hips. “By the end of this weekend, we’ll definitely get to round two,” he mumbled in between kisses. “Or round three..” Another kiss. “Maybe four…” Another kiss. “Five if we’re feeling especially ambitious.” His fingers hooked on the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down swiftly.

You smiled into the kisses and you let your fingers run through Aaron’s hair, your nails lightly scratching at his scalp. You could feel his erection pressing against you and you grinded down on him. Aaron rewarded you with one of his delicious moans. His hands slid up your sides and pulled off the shirt you were wearing in one fluid motion, his mouth immediately attaching to your nipple, his tongue moving in circles as his lips pulled and tugged until you cried out his name.

His hands moved back down to grip your hips, slowly rocking your hips back and forth on him. “Aaron,” you breathed out, your senses completely overwhelmed. He was sitting up now and kissing his way up to your neck, determined to leave you with as many marks as possible.

“Do you wanna cum like this?” he practically growled, his scruff brushing against your sensitive skin. “Grinding on my thigh, greedy and desperate? Was three orgasms not enough last night?”

You gripped his shoulders, moving your hips faster now, dizzy with want. “Yes, fuck ,” you moaned, pressing down with as much force as you could muster, only the thin fabric of his pajamas pants keeping you from what you wanted. Nothing would be close enough to him, but you could certainly try. Aaron lifted his thigh and his grip on your hips got tighter, already forming bruises.

Aaron watched you intently as you felt your orgasm build up, his lips parted ever so slightly. He loved to watch you fall apart, loved the power it gave him. And you loved to watch him watch you come apart, because the open-mouth smile he gave you made it look like he worshiped the ground you walked on. You were all too willing to give him a show.

You threw your head back as you panted, desperate for your release. “Please, I’m so close,” you begged, speeding up your hips even more.

He released one hand from your hips and dragged his nails up your body, leaving little pink lines in his wake, until his hand could rest comfortably on your throat. Aaron didn’t put any pressure, but you were wound so tightly that any touch would have set you off.

“Cum for me ,” Aaron demanded, and your body immediately listened

Your whole body shook as your orgasm slammed into you, but you managed to keep your eyes locked with his, giving him a primal smile, which only made his eyes darken even more with lust. Aaron took the hand on your throat and moved it up to cup your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. It was needy and desperate, maybe even a little clumsy as you lifted off his lap just enough to finally pull his pajama pants down.

You reached your hand down to pump him lazily a few times, your thumb swiping over the tip of his cock teasingly. Part of you wanted to tease Aaron, to see if you could make him whine and beg for you to fuck him. A larger, needier part of you just wanted to ride Aaron so that you could hear more praises from him.

Aaron made that decision for you. “Do you think you’re going to ride me?” he asked condescendingly, as if to say you’re cute if you think you’re in charge.

You continued to stroke Aaron’s erection, twisting your wrist in just the right way to get Aaron to moan for you. “I will if you ask nicely,” you mused, your voice even, but even as you said it, you were already slowly sinking down on his cock, moaning at the feeling of him stretching you. You were still a little sore from last night, but it quickly turned into pleasure.

Before you could fully take all of him into you, Aaron snapped his hips up, hitting you in all the right places. You gasped out, your pussy clenching involuntarily around him.

That just made Aaron smirk and thrust up into you again. “I don’t need to ask to take what’s mine,” he hissed, but his voice was strained, like it was taking all of his energy to keep a steady tone. “And you, my dear, are mine.”

Every word was just encouragement for you to ride him faster, wanting to hear him moan some more. “I’m yours,” you agreed, burying your face in his neck.

He took one of your hands that was clinging onto his shoulder for dear life and guided it down to your clit. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, leaning back just enough so that he could get a good look at you. “I want to watch you.”

You immediately started to circle your swollen clit, and the stimulation was almost too much. Almost. But the look on Aaron’s face as he watched you work yourself over, so full of lust and want, was more than enough encouragement for you.

“Like this?” you asked innocently, and you could feel his dick throb inside you.

Aaron let your name fall from his lips, coming out as a sigh. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned before capturing your lips in a kiss.

It didn’t take long for you to cum again, moaning his name into his lips as your walls fluttered around him. You didn’t dare stop kissing him, though, and you especially didn’t dare stop riding Aaron. You wanted to feel him deeper in you. Your legs were shaking and a thin sheen of sweat covered you, but you wanted him to come apart, lose control.

When he came, he held you in place and pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to watch every little reaction you made. You whimpered as he filled you, his dick twitching inside of you. You were exhausted in the best way and your skin was warm to the touch. The two of you stayed like that for a few appreciative moments, heavy breathing being the only sound in the room.

It really was easy to imagine that this was your life, to pretend that you would be able to wake up next to Aaron and have two orgasms before breakfast as much as you wanted. But reality came back all too harshly in the form of Aaron’s phone ringing. Both of you let out groans of annoyance as you pulled yourself off of him. Aaron technically had weekends off, but he was always on call, which meant no phone call could go unanswered.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, reaching over to the nightstand to grab his cell.

You chuckled and placed a quick kiss on his lips. “So much for round two, hm?” you teased. “You answer that. I’m going to go shower.” You winced as you climbed out of bed, feeling the soreness spread across your body. You were going to get absolutely wrecked this weekend, and you honestly couldn’t wait. You looked back at Aaron as he answered the phone, and you were surprised to see him staring right at you, looking at you with a softness that nobody had ever looked at you with before. It terrified you.

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Sometimes, Aaron wondered what Y/N was getting out of this… whatever this was. Companionship, maybe, but he couldn’t imagine she had any problems in that area. She was young, pretty, and charming, and he had seen her turn down a handful of numbers that were thrown her way by men much more suitable for her.

At the very beginning, he thought that maybe she was just trying to get an extra foot in the door of her career. He wondered if she was just overly ambitious and calculating, and used his lust for her to get exactly what she wanted. But that theory was tossed to the side almost as quickly as he thought about it when she had announced proudly that she was doing her project in her Torts class on a case that he had overseen at the beginning of his prosecuting career.

“The other cases were more interesting,” she had told him teasingly, “But it’s going to be so much fun to see your face when I rip your argument to shreds.”

Yeah, she didn’t need him to succeed in her career. She was going to do just fine.

So the only other reason he could think of was that she just genuinely enjoyed his company and wanted to be around him. That would certainly explain why she snuck around with him for almost an entire year, rendezvousing at unpredictable times and keeping their knowledge of each other a secret. It would also explain why she was so willing to let him back into her life as if nothing had changed. She was smart enough to know that Aaron was a changed man and that there would be a lot more baggage this time around, but none of that seemed to bother her.

Although he couldn’t quite figure out why she stuck around, he couldn’t deny that it made him happy. He liked having somebody around who genuinely wanted to spend time with him, instead of just being around because they worked together, like an obligation. Aaron liked to think that he had gotten pretty good at predicting the things she might ask for, and he was more than happy to keep giving them to her if it meant she would stick around for a while longer.

After the phone call that was entirely too long and completely unnecessary, Aaron grabbed some clothes and went to rinse off in the shower quickly. He heard Y/N get out of the shower and start to raid his kitchen minutes before, which he had already planned for. On a whim during his bi-weekly grocery store run, he grabbed a few things for when she inevitably stayed over - caramel syrup for coffee, an extra toothbrush, a pack of hair ties to keep in his bathroom, and a bag of her favorite salt-and-vinegar chips.

Once he got dressed and ready for the day, he walked out into the kitchen, where she was talking on her phone, leaning on the counter and laughing, a cup of iced coffee right next to her. “Yeah, no,” he heard her say. “I think it’s going really well and- I know. I learned my lesson about the melatonin thing.”

At the sound of his footsteps, she turned her head and smiled at Aaron, noticing his presence. She kept her eyes locked with his as she continued her phone conversation. “Hey, I have to go, but I’ll-” she paused, obviously cut off by the person on the other side of the line. A blush spread across her cheeks and she laughed again. “Oh my god, shut the fuck up. I will talk to you later. Goodbye, my love.”

Aaron watched the interaction with curiosity. Every once in awhile, he would catch glimpses of the college student version of her that he rarely saw. She always held herself with such an air of confidence and intelligence around him, and she was so quick-witted that it was easy to forget that she was still just a law student, still finding her way in the world. She seemed to carefully plan the version of herself that she would be in front of Aaron, and even more carefully hid the versions of herself that she didn’t want to be.

It had intrigued him when she was helping with the case, hearing her in a professional setting. He knew she was smart and good at what she did, but seeing it in practice was an entirely different thing.

However, the case also brought another facet of who Y/N was. Hearing her conversations with her friends, listening to her gossip and being more carefree, was different. There was a girlish quality to her that he had never really seen, and it confused him. He wanted to fuck her until she was screaming out his name, crying and begging for him. He wanted to see her smile up at him while she was on her knees. Hell, he even wanted to just lay on the couch and listen to her talk about her classes, let her tell him all about the weird guy who wears a full three-piece suit to class, and share take out with her.

But now, he also wanted to protect her, but he wasn’t quite sure from what. The reality of the profession she was going into? The many corporate men who were bound to just see her as a pretty thing? The world? Himself, maybe?

She slipped the phone into her back pocket, blissfully unaware of the thoughts swirling in Aaron’s brains. “Sorry, that was Aly, my friend,” she explained before he even had a chance to ask.

Aaron gave a soft hum of acknowledgment. “Aly... That’s the one you lived with in high school after your mom-”

“Yeah,” she cut him off firmly, signifying the end of that conversation. “That’s her. Do you have to go to work?”

Aaron could have sworn he heard the slightest bit of disappointment in her question, and it tugged at his heart, because he had heard that exact question with that exact hidden disappointment too many times.

It was unfair to compare her to Haley, and he knew that. She didn’t want to be his “New Haley” something she had made very clear two years ago. Neither of them expected this to lead to wedding bells, a white picket fence, and a dog, and they weren’t going to make major sacrifices to be with each other, especially in regards to their respective careers. The disappointment was more than likely him projecting.

That didn’t stop the twinge of guilt that threatened to consume him.

“No, I don’t,” he finally said. “Metro PD had a question about some of the files that were sent over about the case, which could and should have been handled by the agents actually working today instead of going straight to me.” Aaron had a hard time hiding the growing annoyance in his words. It wasn’t the officers’ fault they got shit training.

She shot an amused smirk Aaron’s way, bringing her coffee up to her lips. “Aw, that’s cute,” she teased. “Maybe they just wanted answers from the big boss man?”

Aaron scoffed as he made his way towards his Keurig, which was already loaded with his brew of choice and a mug readily placed, no doubt Y/N’s doing. All he needed to do was press a button. She was pretty good at anticipating his wants, too, and even better at knowing what he needed before he even knew.

“Yeah, well, arresting a group of prolific lawyers isn’t going to be anything short of a pain in the ass.”

Once his coffee was poured, he turned back to face Y/N, whose eyes were now unfocused and deep in thought. “Right, yeah,” she murmured, more to herself than to Aaron. “They’re all going to jail…”

Aaron’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched her mouth to herself. She did that when she was trying to work out a problem, like she was presenting the arguments and counter-arguments to herself. “Penny for your thoughts?” he asked.

Her eyes snapped back up to Aaron, as if she just remembered he was there. “I just- You can’t have a law firm without the partners and I just realized that I don’t have an internship anymore, which I’m going to have to try and explain to my professors because I need those credits to graduate. And I don’t have a job offer either, which means I am back at the bottom.”

“I’m sorry,” Aaron said, unable to think of anything better to say. Truth be told, he hadn’t considered the collateral damage to the rest of the employees who had no clue what was going on behind closed doors.

She shrugged, but her eyes were still distant. “Oh, it’s fine. I didn’t even want to work in the private sector long term. Prosecutors all work for the government, anyway. The private sector only has the specialized training programs, flexible hours, ability to choose your own clients, and the crazy high salaries…” She trailed off almost dreamily before taking an audible breath.

“Well…” Aaron started, choosing every word carefully. He knew that he was walking a tightrope and that his next offer could very easily come back and bite him in the ass, but it wasn’t the first time Aaron had bent the rules, and it wasn’t going to be his last. “I can’t do much in the way of a job offer, but the FBI does hire interns for our in house legal team. It’s not exactly prosecuting, but it would be closer to your career goals. You would still need to apply, but I know the head of the division and I’m sure we could expedite your application.”

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped her coffee cup so tight that Aaron was sure it was going to shatter. “I don’t need to sleep my way to an internship,” she said sharply.

Aaron nodded in agreement. “I know that, and you’re not,” he promised. “This is an offer from the BAU Unit chief as an official thank you from the FBI for your help in the investigation.” Noticing her hesitation, he decided to continue. “My reputation is on the line, too. I wouldn’t be suggesting this if I didn’t think you deserved it. You’re top of your class and the head of law review. I can show them the audio files of the work you’ve done this past week at the other internship. It’s still merit based, and you would still have to beat out other candidates, but I would ensure your application gets looked at immediately. Can you get me a copy of your transcript and resume?”

The tension from her shoulders released slightly, but she was still staring at Aaron cautiously, weighing her options. “Yes,” she whispered finally, before repeating it louder and with more confidence. “I can email them to you right now. Thank you, Aaron. Really.”

Aaron smiled down at her. “It’s no problem. The FBI would be lucky to have you. And Y/N…” he added, making a lighthearted attempt at breaking through the tension. “I have a direct line to the director. If you wanted to sleep your way to the top, I would hope you would be more ambitious to shoot for something a little more prestigious than a temporary internship.”

Y/N laughed, her entire demeanor switching back to the more playful version of herself. “So does this mean I don’t get to give you a thank you?” she asked, bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth.

Aaron raised his eyebrows and smirked, using one of his fingers to lift her chin up to him. “What did you have in mind?”

She raised herself on her toes just high enough to give him a quick peck on the lips before bouncing away from him. It would be cute if he didn’t see the smug grin that erupted across her face. “I make the best breakfast burritos you’ll ever have,” she told him matter-of-factly, throwing a cheeky smile his way.

Aaron chuckled, ignoring the way his chest tightened. “Do you make a habit of making breakfast for all the people who offer you jobs?”

She clicked her tongue as she rifled through his fridge, pulling out all the ingredients she would need. “Only the ones I really like,” she mused. “And I figure we’re both going to need the nutrition if we’re going to get to those five rounds this weekend that you promised.”

Aaron’s chest tightened even more, and for the first time since he met Y/N, he wondered if he was in way over his head.

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It had become almost a tradition of sorts in the BAU, guessing why Hotch had his office door closed. It started as nervous chatter - Was somebody after them? Was Strauss making another plan to rip apart the team? - but the team realized that the more ridiculous the guess, the easier it was to wait for an actual answer. So the BAU team, minus Rossi and Hotch, all sat around their desks, only half paying attention to their work as they talked amongst themselves.

This morning, the prevailing theory was that, since Hotch got into work early, he decided to fall back asleep. His office was completely closed off to the rest of the bullpen, even going as far as shutting the blinds. They couldn’t blame him - he probably wasn’t getting much sleep at home being a single dad, and they knew that the brass gave him way more paperwork than one man should ever have to handle. Him taking a quick power nap in his offer was, in their eyes, completely deserved.

Which is why they were surprised when a familiar figure emerged from his office, shaking his hand quickly before making her way towards the glass doors, combing her fingers through her hair.

“Why was Y/N Y/L/N talking to Hotch?” Reid asked, sitting up slightly in his chair.

Garcia, who was sitting on the edge of Morgan’s desk, had a confused look on her face. “Who?” she asked, pouting only slightly. She didn’t like to be out of the loop.

Emily repeated the name back to her. “She’s the one who helped us on that hitman case, but I thought we closed that two weeks ago?”

Garcia’s confusion only increased. “If she’s talking to Hotch, does that mean it’s not closed? Why wouldn’t he tell all of us?”

Morgan shrugged, watching Y/N as she made her way across the bullpen. “I guess we’ll find out now, won’t we?” Morgan waved her over, and if she was surprised by it, she hid it well.

“Hey, Y/N,” JJ greeted, and the younger woman waved at the group. “It’s good to see you again. Is everything okay? You were in there for a while.”

Y/N nodded enthusiastically, a small blush rising onto her cheeks. “Yeah, everything’s great! That internship was required for me to be able to graduate this year, and since I helped with the investigation, the FBI was kind enough to offer me an intern position here. Unfortunately, the legal team director got swept up in meetings this morning, so Agent Hotchner went over the intake paperwork with me,” she explained, almost too casually. The words rolled off her tongue like they had been rehearsed.

“Well then, congrats and welcome to the FBI,” Emily said. “If you ever need anything, you know where to find us.”

“I am always looking for a lunch buddy,” Garcia interjected, “Especially when the rest of them are off on a case. Oh, and you should come out to drinks with us one night!”

Y/N chuckled and shoved her hands into her pockets. “Thank you, that sounds like fun. Oh, Dr. Reid, maybe I can take you up on that offer of a tour?” Spencer nodded, a little shocked that she had remembered that conversation. “Well, I should head down to the 3rd floor. Don’t want to be late on my first day. I’ll see you all around though.”

The team watched Y/N walk out the glass doors to the elevator, and as soon as she was out of earshot, the girls erupted in a fit of giggles.

Morgan and Reid shared a look of confusion. “Okay, Babygirl,” Morgan groaned. “What was that about? Inviting her out with us? You just met her.”

That only served to make Garcia laugh harder. “Some profiler you are,” she teased, before turning her attention back to Emily and JJ. “Okay, don’t worry, I will not do any sort of unethical digging, just normal social media snooping. I promise.” With that, Garcia made her way quickly back to her Bat Cave, an extra pep in her step.

Morgan shot the remaining two girls a questioning look. “Why is she snooping on some random intern?” he pressed.

Emily chuckled in disbelief. “Seriously? You couldn’t see it?”

“See what?” Morgan asked, frustration evident in his voice.

JJ looked back up at Hotch’s office, a knowing smile on her face. “Because that random intern, who, remember, spent an entire interrogation flirting with Hotch, just left his office with smudged lipstick and a missing button on her shirt.”

Recognition flashed in Morgan’s eyes as he chuckled to himself, tapping his fingers on his desk. “Huh. Who knew Hotch still had it in him? My man, good for him.”

Reid looked at the rest of the profilers, his eyebrows scrunched together. “Wait, what happened?” he asked, still unable to put the pieces together. “Did I miss something?”

Morgan smirked and ruffled Reid’s hair. “We’ll explain it later, Pretty Boy. I promise.”

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds smut #my best habit #my writing #emily prentiss #derek morgan #spencer reid #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia

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spiderling-space · 3 years

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Can I request a ficlet where fem MC wants to give Valentine Chocolates to Sebek (confession kind), but is hesitant because of how Sebek feels about humans. Thank you, and Happy Valentines ^_^

Happy Valentine's Day!

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Sebek Zigvolt

Everybody knew how Sebek treated and talked to humans. (Y/N) didn't know why she fell for someone who saw humans as inferior beings and talked condescendingly. The heart wants what it wants, she thought. She would have preferred if it was someone else but she couldn't deny her heart's desire. Stealing glances at him as much as she could without him knowing, trying to be in the same group when there were joint classes, getting into the same club as him and getting familiar with people around him were what she had been doing for the past 2 months. However, none of them accomplished anything.

Valentine's Day was coming up and (Y/N) wasn't able to contain it anymore. She decided to confess her feelings and Valentine's Day was the perfect opportunity for it. She was willing to accept rejection. At least that way she would no longer wonder if he was reciprocating her attraction.

(Y/N) considered buying chocolates from Sam's Shop for Valentine's Day but that wouldn't be personal. She thought it would intimate if she were to make chocolates herself, without the help of Grim of course; having cat hair in the chocolates wouldn't be the best first impression. She asked Trey about what ingredients she needed for making chocolate and the recipes for various chocolate types. Luckily for her, Trey told her everything she needed and even offered to make it together. However, (Y/N) wanted to say that she did it on her own just for Sebek should he ask so she declined Trey's offer but asked if he could show how it's done once.

After watching how Trey made the chocolates, (Y/N) tried to do it on her own a couple of times until she perfected her craft. Grim was more than happy to consume all of the test chocolates. Though she ought to bring him to a dentist soon because of all the sugar he ate in the past week. Regardless, because of her practice, she was able to make the perfect chocolate she could make. After spending days and huge money on making them, she was finally able to relax.

(Y/N) was excited about Valentine's Day and even began to fantasize about how her confession would go. She would give the chocolates she made to Sebek. He would see various flavours and how much effort she put into making them and understand that she was willing to spend hours on a gift for him. Then she would tell him that she liked him romantically and ask if he wanted to spend the day together and date her. He would appreciate her effort and how genuine she was and accept her confession and he would say he also liked her romantically. Her heart was about to combust from just imaging the scenario. She couldn't wait until February 14 arrived.

Finally, the day arrived. (Y/N) put on light makeup, wore her best outfit and applied perfume. She practiced what she would say to Sebek in front of the mirror countless times, hoping that she wouldn't mess up in front of him. She was ready. Since they were classmates sometimes, she had his phone number. She texted him, asking if he was free and that she needed to talk to him. Fortunately, he was free at that moment, asking what she wanted to say. He told her where he was after (Y/N) said she couldn't say it on the phone because it was an important matter.

That was it. The moment she had been waiting for had arrived. With one look at the mirror, she took the chocolates she made and went where Sebek was. Her luck was on fire today because Sebek was all alone, waiting for her under a meadow tree. It was straight out of fairytales she read as a child. "Hi," she managed to say, recalling how she imagined this would go.

"What do you want, human?" Sebek's booming voice brought him back to reality.

"I uh- ohm- yeah. I wanted to tell you something but first please accept this as a gift." She extended the chocolate box she was holding. "You know what day it is, right?" She asked, scratching her neck.

"It is Sunday." Sebek answered, not taking the box from her hands.

"Well, that is true... What I meant was which special day it is." He was making it harder for her to confess.

"Human, what are you trying to say?" It was odd but she actually found his loud voice quite endearing but now she needed to focus on her task at hand. she should have looked up if February 14 was celebrated as Valentine's Day in the Valley of Thorns.

"Okay, I will get to the point. Today is Valentine's Day, it is about love and I- I have something to tell you." (Y/N) gulped, thinking it was the point of no return. "I like you, like-like you, for some time. I've been keeping it a secret for a while but I can't anymore." She extended the chocolates once again. "I made these for you. I wanted to give you something I spent days on practicing, and hours on making them when I told you the truth." She closed her eyes for a moment, letting out the breath she didn't realize she was holding while trying to calm herself down.

She opened her eyes, waiting for his response. "HUMAN!!" Sebek started, "How could you think I would accept a gift and love confession from a magicless human like you?!?! I may be a half-fae but I will not lower myself to your standards."

Oh...

That was... unexpected...

"I will act as if this never happened! Good day to you, human!" Sebek left without saying anything else. Not that he needed to after what just happened.

(Y/N) was still trying to process what happened. She didn't realize she dropped the chocolates she made. She didn't realize tears were sliding down her cheek nor when she sat down on the grass. She tried to contain the sobbing, not wanting a passerby to see the state she was in.

I should have never confessed. At least, I still would be able to fantasize that he returned my feelings.

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For some reason, I was only able to think of angst when I read this request. I oops-

I really dislike Sebek talking as if humans are inferior.

#twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #ficlet #female reader #twst x reader #twst sebek #sebek x reader

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alyasgf · 3 years

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Teenage Rebellion -Adrinette April Day 2-5

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Summary- Marinette convinces Adrien to sneak out! Featuring a daring escape, Jagged Stone concert, André’s ice cream, game night, and cuddling!

Notes- knocking out 5 prompts in 1 because I’m late! Featuring prompts 2-5 rebellion, game night, best friends, and jagged stone! I decided to skip the commission prompt, at least for right now, which is why this was made :)

Side note! they know each others secret identities identity but Chat never officially said he had a crush on Ladybug. Therefore Marinette is fully aware of Adrien’s crush on her and is a huge flirt about it.

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She had been trying to convince Adrien all day and if she kept using those faces he just knew he’d cave soon.

“I told you I can’t! I have a photoshoot and fencing practice Mari.” He said, avoiding her eyes.

“I barely got Jagged to give us these tickets last minute! And they’re backstage passes. Backstage Adrien. Picture it with me.” She pulled him in my his shoulders, looping her arm around him.

Adrien tried to suppress a chill and conserve his nerves. Her arm was around him. No big deal.

“Just you, me, the biggest rockstar in the world, and his huge pet alligator! Tell me its not worth your fathers wrath. You could even hide out at my place and spend the night! You wouldn’t have to deal with him until the next day.” She then turned to him, holding his shoulders and staring into his eyes.

“You have got to live a little Adrien. What’s the worst that could happen?”

And with that he caved.

“Fine what time is the concert.” He said, signing defeatedly.

“Yes!” Marinette pumped her first in the air and excitedly told him her plan.

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At exactly 3:01 pm the next day he heard tapping at his window.

“You’re late.” He said to the girl two stories down outside his window.

“By a minute, I think you’ll live. Now throw down your bag.”

“Nathalie will be coming to get me in 30 minutes. I need to be long gone.” He explained, throwing his tied lined of curtains down for her to hold still as he climbed.

“Be careful, we don’t have time to stop at a hospital due to a broken leg and I don’t need you getting rope burn or messing up that pretty face.” She teased.

“Oh shut up I’m trying to focus over here.” He struggled to get down without accidentally sliding.

“You’re taking too long! You’re more than halfway just jump I’ll catch you I promise.” She said, and when Adrien looked down she was tapping her watch.

“Are you insane? I don’t have a death wish Mari, just wait a second.”

It was at this moment she chose to start silently chanting jump.

“This is peer pressure you know!”

“Shut up and jump already.”

“No!”

“Jump!”

He jumped.

As he braced himself for the short fall he felt himself feel in soft, unsteady arms.

They both toppled to the ground laughing with the rush of adrenaline.

“You’d catch me huh.” He said once they calmed down.

They laid shoulder to shoulder in the grass heads turned to one another.

Before Marinette could come up with a witty reply they heard something that made them freeze.

“Adrien I heard noise whats going on in her-“

They turned up to see Nathalie’s head sticking out the window, a look of surprise in her eyes.

Adrien knew he was doomed. Still stood up and gave her pleading eyes with his hands formed in a prayer form.

“I didn’t see this. As far as I know you said you weren’t feeling good and I had to cancel your appointments. Understood?”

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Adrien said, beaming brighter than the sun.

“Does this mean we can go through the front gate?” Marinette asked sheepishly.

“What was your plan if you couldn’t?” Nathalie asked with a disappointed look.

“Sneak through unnoticed?” Marinette offered.

“Mari! You said you had a plan.” Adrien said turning to her with his arms crossed.

“I never said it was a good one.” She said shrugging.

Nathalie nodded and they went on their way.

Outside of the gate was Marinette’s bike and two helmets.

“Where am I supposed to get on?” Adrien asked, confused.

Then he saw Marinette eye the handlebars.

“No no no! Absolutely not!” He protested.

“Do you wanna see Jagged or not?”

Adrien rode on the handlebars.

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“Marinette would you slow down! I don’t wanna fall off!”

“Watch your sharp turns!”

“Sidewalk! Sidewalk! Sidewalk!”

“Adrien, lean left I can’t see!”

“If I lean we’re gonna fall Mari!”

“Have a little faith in me!”

“Dear god help us.”

“Would you calm down drama queen!”

“Hey!”

They rode with his small suitcase on wheels dragging behind them, tied with a single rope Marinette had brought.

By the time they got to Marinette’s house Adrien had lost count of the near death experiences he had on that bike.

“Never again Marinette.” He huffed as he got off the bike with shaking legs.

“Bonding experience!” She said with a smirk.

She pulled him into the bakery. He said a quick hi to her parents before he was yanked over to the trapdoor.

“Hurry and put your stuff in my room. If we start running late we won’t have time to walk which would mean another fun bike ride Sunshine.”

“Marinette I would really like to see Jagged Stone in one piece if thats not to much to ask.” He huffed, climbing the trapdoor, throwing his suitcase in, and coming back down.

“Are we going or what?”

“Get ready for the time of your life Agreste.” She said in a way that lit Adrien’s heart on fire.

Adrien could get used to that tone.

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By the time they left the concert Adrien wasn’t sure anything ever could top that day.

He and Marinette had spent the last 5 hours singing at the tops of their lungs front row at a Jagged Stone concert. They danced together and Adrien had never felt more alive.

Adrien bought them matching t-shirts (as a thank you to Marinette for getting the tickets, not because he thought they looked like a couple when they matched or anything.) When they went backstage to meet Jagged, he signed their shirts and gave them signed CDs and posters.

Needless to say they were on top of the world.

Marinette suggested they take the long way home because it was such a beautiful night, and who was Adrien to disagree?

Their luck led them to André and his magical ice cream.

“Oh I don’t know Adrien I don’t think i can finish an ice cream right now.” Marinette said, trying to pull them along.

“Then maybe we can share?” Adrien suggested nervously.

Marinette shrugged and Adrien took it as a yes. She decided to sit on a bench as Adrien went to get the ice cream.

“Hey André.” He greeted.

“Ah yes Adrien! I see you brought a girl! Would you like one to share with the lucky lady?” He asked while preparing his scoops.

“Yes please.” Adrien was curious what flavors he would get. He hoped it’d be something Marinette would like.

“Hmm... blackberry and peppermint. An explosive mix and thats a fact! But oftentimes it’s the opposites that attract." He said adding the flavors onto a cone. “What do you think?” He handed Adrien the ice cream.

“Perfect.” Adrien said, almost breathless. “Thank you so much André have a good night.” After paying him Adrien turned to Marinette.

She was sitting on a bench looking at some birds fight over bread. The sun was setting right behind her and it lit her up in the most beautiful way.

Adrien took out his phone to take a picture and just as he clicked it Marinette turned toward him. She had a soft look in her eyes that made the picture come out perfectly.

“Bring the ice cream over stalker.” She said with a giggle.

“Oh I thought you didn’t want it.” Adrien said teasingly as he took a large bite while the ice cream was still out of her grasps.

“Adriennnn.” She whined, and again Adrien caved.

“Oh fine.”

And they shared the ice cream walking home. And although both got sticky fingers and mouths from the melting mess, they wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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“So what’s the plan now?” Adrien asked as they entered Marinette’s room. “I’ve never been to any sleepovers before so you’ll have to guide me.” He walked over to the chaise and sat down.

“Hold on I’m gonna grab some things.” She said rifling through the trunk at the foot of the lounge.

She ended up grabbing out a deck of Uno cards and Monopoly.

“The biggest tests of friendship known to mankind.” She brandished the boxes with a smirk. “So which one first?”

Marinette spent almost an hour trying to get a smooth game of Uno going but Adrien was pitiful. She almost felt bad for how hard he was getting beat. Almost.

After about 5 minutes of explaining Monopoly she gave up.

“You know what? Maybe this is for another time when we aren’t so tired from a day of excitement.” She said packing up the games. “Ultimate Mega Strike?”

“Oh I thought you’d never ask.” Adrien replied, bouncing up and down with anticipation.

“Wow I’ve never seen someone so excited to meet their doom.” Marinette smirked while turning on the TV and game.

“I could play circles around you any day, bug.”

“Then lets test it.” She challenged. “First to 10 wins picks the movie or show we watch after.”

“You’re so on.”

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Adrien lost. Adrien lost bad.

Turns out what Marinette wants, Marinette gets. And what she really wanted was to rub that smug smile off of Adrien’s face.

Now there he sat with his jaw dropped.

“No way I only won one.” He stared in shock at the losing screen.

“Aww its okay Adrien.” She said condescendingly. “Since its your first sleepover you can still pick. Its only right.”

“I’m going to choose because I want to not only because you said I can you know.” Adrien said with scowl on his face and his arms crossed.

“Right.” Marinette let out a small fond laugh. “Im going to grab some blankets and change into my pjs downstairs. You change in here and I’ll knock before I come back. Cool?”

“Mari can we build a fort?” Adrien asked with childlike innocence just radiating off of him.

“Of course we can kitty.”

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They stayed up until the early morning hours that night, building forts, watching anime, and talking.

Adrien took dozens of pictures to remember the moments because he swears its the most magical think he has ever experienced.

The next morning, Adrien awoke with a sleeping Marinette across from him. Her hair was sticking out in odd places. He could see her rise and fall with each breathe. He could hear her soft snores.

As he admired her, she opened her eyes and looked into his. He blushed, embarrassed for being caught staring.

Then in a whisper she said, “Are you a cuddler?”

Adrien nodded with wide eyes and a red face.

She then proceeded to move closer and lay her head on her chest. Adrien instinctively put his arms around her.

“Can we stay here a while longer?” She asked in the same whispered voice.

“Please.” Adrien whispered back.

If teenage rebellion always felt this good, he never wanted to stop.

End notes- Thinking of making a second part where Adrien tells Mari how he feels or where I actually write out the fort scene. Let me know which one you’d prefer and what you thought of the fic in the replies!

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Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x female!reader

Word count: 8,537 (yes you got that right)

Warning: smut!!! exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk. (MUST BE 18+)

Summary: ransom drysdale will always find you, no matter where you are. always.

a/n: this is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor‘s dark writing challenge. i chose prompt #24 “Character A is starting over. What happens when their past catches up to them?” hey there! i knowwww that the word count probably shocked the hell out of you cause it did me too. i got so lost in writing this fic that i ended up writing over 8k+ but honestly, this was really fun to write and i’ve been thinking of writing about ransom for awhile! so i hope you like it! please leave a like and comment.

You stepped into your apartment unit, as you hauled the very last box of your belongings with your foot, due to its ponderosity. You were wearied from the hours you spent on moving in. And you hadn't even set everything up in place yet. You simply had to worry about getting all of the boxes out of the moving truck now.

You thanked the mover for helping you with all the commodity that was partially carried by them into your unit. You tipped them off and said your goodbye.

You closed the door behind you and you sighed. You immediately slumped yourself down on the couch, trying to regain the energy you had receded. You threw your head back as you closed your eyes. Your thoughts drifted to the chaos that had coerced you into escaping to the big city and run away.

Free. Free from the town, free from the drama, free from him.

You had been dating Ransom Drysdale for three months now. Your families were well-acquainted since you were only kids. Well, Ransom was several years older than you, but the first time you met him was when he was nothing but a fresh-faced, ambitious young man who had been spoiled by his parents since he was still in Linda Drysdale's womb.

Even as kids, he would often flirt with you, and make stupid jokes that used to elicit a chuckle out of you. At family gatherings, he would often ask you to play hide and seek and he always succeeded in locating you, no matter how clever you think you are at hiding. There's not a single hiding spot that you hadn't attempted to hide yourself in, that he failed to find. "I will always find you." He once said.

Years later, you remained good friends, despite the alteration in his demeanor. He became more impertinent. He grew into a charismatic, presumptuous, dashing young man who used snarky remarks as his weapon in family events. He was aware of his indisputable good looks. He utilized it as the power to lure any woman into his bed and that gave him even more reason to his entitlement.

He never once had to look for a job, because he knew his parents were incapable of cutting him off. Just like how he made you incapable of resisting him one night after you went back to Boston after you graduated for Thanksgiving break. You wanted to take a little break and spend some time in your hometown before you start your own clothing line that you've dreamt about since you were a toddler who was obsessed with Barbie dolls and dressing them up.

You'd always pretend that you were Barbie and Ransom was Ken. Silly little you.

You knew damn well that spending Thanksgiving with your family would be a bad idea. You had this tradition, that on every Thanksgiving, your family would celebrate it with the Thrombeys. And you knew Ransom would be there. He would make a magnetic entrance, with his nose up high and a tantalizing scowl on his face, showcasing his intact ego.

Ransom sat next to you on Thanksgiving dinner as he would every year. You were wearing a beige-colored, off the shoulder knitted-sweater dress. Ransom would openly flirt with you in front of your parents, despite being aware that your parents strongly opposed the idea of you dating him. They respected his family, but not his notorious reputation. That's why they would never say anything incriminating that would cause a strain between your family and his, in front of them. So they'd pretend to smile and nod along.

You had warned Ransom many times to take it slow on the PDA when your parents are around. You have told him that they weren't too keen on you being together. And so, Ransom took it as a challenge. He would put his hand on your thigh, as you try to swat him away. The more you try to resist, the harder he would try to tease you. He loved seeing you struggle under his touch and he wanted to see you fall apart in front of the entire family. Because he was an asshole who got off on your humiliation.

Ransom would slowly lift your dress as Richard and your father exchanged stories of how their business empires had been doing. He would push it even harder when Meg would make a conversation about university life as a fellow college student, of course, she'd confide in you regarding the stress exams and assignments. You were practically sisters. She trusted you more than her own cousins; Ransom and Jacob.

Ransom would keep retreating his hand onto your thigh to hike up your dress and to insert his fingers into your private parts. He would smirk when you couldn't impede him anymore. He would slowly rub your wet core and feel you under his touch. It made you squirm in your seat, as you try to concentrate on what Joni was flaunting about. She was talking so highly about a new deal she made with a skin-care company that asked her to advertise their overpriced products or something.

Ransom would peek his eyes to the side to watch your struggle, as you try not to choke on your drink. You tried to calm your nerves by gulping a glass of wine. It didn't help, his fingers were now moving so furiously that if everybody stopped talking, the whole room would be able to hear the obscene sounds of your drenched pussy against your panties.

He kept circling your bud as you try not to crumble from orgasm in front of your entire family. You held yourself back by covering your mouth as your moans were pleading to be vocalized. Meg detected the agitation on your face, from the way you sweat nervously, despite the cold air in the room. From the way you were fidgeting in your seat and the way you were a little silent from the usual.

"Y/N, are you okay? You look a little unwell."

"Y-yeah. I'm fine, Meg, ju- just... Cramps. That's all." You cleared your throat.

She nodded at that, but the look on her face told you that she didn't believe you were telling the whole truth, but she was going to let it slide.

Joni carried on with her interrupted vaunting about her best-dressed award or something. Your head started to become hazy from the impending climax that was about to hit you like a hurricane. Just a few more vigorous rubs from Ransom's skillful fingers, and then you fell apart.

You hunched yourself down slightly to hide the orgasmic look on your face, as your release drenched both your underwear and his palm. You tried to slow your breathing down by staying still in place, as you relish in the aftermath of your displayed euphoria.

Everyone was still unaware of what just happened, and you were glad of it. There's no way you'd be able to face your parents alone if they knew Ransom had inappropriately groped you under the table on Thanksgiving dinner. The look on their faces would make you wish the earth would swallow you so you'd vanish from the face of the earth.

You excused yourself, saying that you needed to use the bathroom. And you weren't exactly lying, you did need to use the bathroom. For an unspeakable reason. To make it less conspicuous, Ransom waited for a few minutes to join you.

He excused himself and followed you to the bathroom. You were cleaning yourself up when Ransom knocked on the door. You immediately knew that trouble was paying you a visit. You opened the door and his Carolina blue eyes greeted you. You exchanged nothing but glances for a moment there, then he grabbed your face in his big hands and pressed his lips onto yours brutally as if his life depended on it.

He backed your body with his and pressed you to the bathroom sink. Your makeout session didn't stop until he decided to turn your figure around in the swift motion of his hands, and he lifted up your skirt abruptly and ripped apart your panties. He threw it on the marble bathroom floor.

His broad figure was towering over you, and you had never felt so tiny against a man before. He stared into the reflection of your eyes on the mirror before he made the next move. He then pushed his finger onto your clit and shamelessly rubbed you there, stimulating you for the second time, as if you weren't soaked in excitement already.

"I've barely done anything to you and you're already soaking wet..." He chuckled condescendingly. You shut your eyes in pleasure, couldn't suppress the moans on your lips.

"You secretly like it when my fingers are buried deep in your cunt, in front of your parents, don't you. What a dirty girl."

You were too lost in the feel of his fingers to answer him. The truth is, you have wanted him for as long as you could remember. You remember 10 years old you were giddy whenever your parents told you that the Thrombeys were coming over. You had the biggest crush on Ransom since you were basically a toddler. You never said anything to him though, fearing that it would ruin the friendship. And what if... He didn't feel the same way? What if instead of reciprocating the declaration, he laughs on your face and turns his back on you?

So you buried your feeling deep until you entered your teenage years. Never hinting a single clue that you were into him. Even during his teenage years, you both went into the same school. One of the top private schools in Massachusets, the best both of your parents could possibly afford. Money was never part of your family's problem and Ransom could relate.

You watched him breaking girls' hearts here and there, throughout his adolescent years. He and you remained close for sure, but in school, he barely acknowledged you. He would always pretend that he didn't really know you well. And oftentimes, that would irk you, to the point where you'd neglect his texts and phone calls for days. When he couldn't come over, he would either text or call you, treasuring your companion through the small device.

But he went over the line, you'd always give him a silent treatment. You wanted him to know that you were exasperated at his actions. When his texts and calls remained unanswered, then he would try to FaceTime you, but that too went ignored. You'd decide to read his texts without replying, trying to give him even a harder lesson.

Deep inside of your heart, you knew that you technically had no right to be mad at him. He had the right to date any girl he wanted, or to sleep with any girl he wanted. You weren't in a committed relationship, you barely had feelings for each other. Well, for him. Not for you, you were steep in love with him, and yet, you couldn't say or do anything about it. You were screwed, and you couldn't get yourself out of the quicksand.

But you told yourself that this was for the best. Maybe if you keep ignoring him, you will slowly learn how to get over him. You needed some space and maybe, just maybe, with the absence of his presence, you could find a way to accept that what you had was merely friendship and nothing more, nothing romantic.

The next day, after you neglected him all night, he would come up to you and confronted you about it at school. "What the hell happened? Why did you ignore me last night? I tried to call and text you a thousand times and you didn't fucking answer!"

You scoffed at his anger. Seriously? He wanted to go there? He wanted to act as if you owed him an explanation? "I don't have to answer you if I don't want to, Ransom. Now step away, I'm late to class."

He didn't flinch. He stood still and persisted in blocking you from leaving him. He grabbed your biceps, not too harsh but enough to hear him. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you on your period or something?"

You stared at him incredulously. Is he seriously this stupid? There was no point in trying to give him a lesson, he was too inconsiderate and proud to care about your feelings anyway. "Get the fuck away from me, Ransom. Just move, please, I need to get to class."

"I am not letting you go until you explain why you're acting like this! Just tell me what did I do? Did I say something wrong?" His tone softened. The look on his face told you that he was desperate to fix whatever the hell was wrong between you two, even if he didn't really have a clue whether something was really wrong or not.

"Move, or I will call the principal." The principal didn't intimidate him, none of the teachers did. He was trouble, parading around the halls like he owned the entire school. And he knew that his parents were capable of affording the entire school, that's why none of these teacher's threats could put him in fear. But he didn't want to cause a scene, especially in front of the whole school, where his reputation might be damaged.

"This conversation's not over, y/n."

You didn't give him a reaction and just walked past him, straight to class. A small part of your heart didn't want to leave him in the dark, but you also couldn't find a way to yell at him without making yourself look crazy, especially in front of the entire school.

So you put on this cold facade like you didn't really care about him and that you weren't in the mood to talk to him, hoping that he would figure it out himself. Maybe if you punished him long enough, he would have a change of heart. Deep down you know that it's wishful thinking. He had gone too deep into his fuckboy ways and there wasn't an ounce of regret in him about it. But you let your brain create these nonsensical scenarios, that once he realized that he had not cherished you in the way you deserved all this time, he would drive to your house and beg for your forgiveness, and you'd be the happiest couple in school. Maybe... Just maybe.

Years went by as you both kept playing this cat and mouse game. A perpetual cycle for the two of you. But eventually, one of you had to be the grown-up and cut it off.

Ransom took you from behind as he put a hand over your mouth to muffle the obscene noises coming out of your mouth. You couldn't help it, as much as you wanted to stay quiet and prevent your parents from catching you doing the dirty, his vigorous thrusts were too good, the friction of his shaft made your head spin.

Your knees buckled and if it weren't for his body pressing you tight against the sink, you would've crumbled to the floor already. He whispered filthy words into your ears, making you feel even more lightheaded. "You can not resist me, can you? Walking around in your designer dress, like you are this posh little princess, when I know you bury your fingers deep in your cunt every night wishing it was my cock instead..."

A few more deep-seated thrusts and you came apart. You threw your head back and rested it on his shoulder, as he sloppily pushed into you more trying to reach his own orgasm. He moved his hand that was blocking your moans to your hips. His unmerciful movements prolonged your release as he reached his.

You were spent from the intense eruption as he pulled himself out of you and stepped back, watching his fluids flow out of you like a celestial water fountain saturating its frame. He loved the picturesque view. You steadied yourself as your knees quivered. You gripped the sink tile of the sink and turned around to face him.

"Don't speak a word of this to anyone."

That made his grin grow wider, like the conceited asshole he was. "Aw, what's the matter, baby? You don't want anyone to know what a little whore you truly are?"

"Shut up. And wait here for at least 10 minutes."

You opened the door and lurked the halls, glad that no one was there to catch your shenanigans with Ransom.

You stepped out of the bathroom hurriedly and closed the door behind you quietly. You walked back to the dining room, as calm as you possibly could, despite the still lingering high from Ransom's cock, but you were good at mastering the impassive face.

Later that night, Ransom paid you another visit as you were doing your nighttime skincare routine, in your silk black robe. He quietly climbed through your window and knocked softly at the glass.

You were surprised to see him. What the hell is he doing here? Also, climbing up to your window? This isn't 9th grade and you two weren't fifteen anymore. But you opened the handle for him slightly and spoke before you let him in.

"What the hell are you doing here, Ransom? It's getting late and I'm exhausted."

"Oh, I bet you are, babygirl. After what I did to you this afternoon, I would've been worn out too." His voice teasing.

You shook your head at his stupid banter. "Shut up, and don't make any noise. My parents are sleeping next door. If you wake them up, I will act like you attacked me and let them call the cops on you."

"Can't promise you anything, but I'll try." He winked.

You rolled your eyes and you opened the door wider, to enable his enormous figure in. "What do you want Ransom, couldn't you just text or call me?" You folded your hands against your chest.

"I needed to see you again, and I actually have something to say to you."

You shrugged. "Okay, then tell me. What was so important that you couldn't call or text? Or FaceTime, it's really not that hard to ju-"

He shut you up by attacking your lips as he grabbed your face with his hands as he did earlier. You were slightly pushed back by his truculent action but he caught you and his tongue entered into your open mouth as it tangled with yours.

You were breathless from the sudden action. He kept on kissing you until he was running out of breath as he was satisfied with how swollen your lips were. You gulped as you gathered the cells in your brain that were scrambled gruffly by him back together again. You assumed he wanted sex because if there's anything that Ransom couldn't run low on, it's his stamina. And of course, being the manwhore that he is, he couldn't keep it in his pants for at least until the morning.

"Be my girl, baby."

"...What?" You backtracked your face to assess him, for you were taken aback by what he just said. The words 15 years old you were longing to hear, but not now. Not anymore.

The truth is, you had moved on. At least you thought you were. When you both went off to college, you went to separate universities, despite still staying in touch, you rarely saw one another. You got busy with unraveling the major that you were passionate about and made new friends who shared the same interests as you do. You even met a couple of cute boys that caught your eye.

Though they couldn't compare to Ransom's charm, they still lend a hand in helping you forget Ransom. You realized you couldn't be a teenager anymore and had to chase only what truly matters to you and what helps you grow.

Eventually, your feelings started to erode away, as your college days went by. Went on a few monotonous dates, went to parties with your friends, and studied hard for your grades. You had the whole world in your hands, and you weren't about to let anything or anyone, including Ransom, fuck it up. No, no, especially Ransom.

But every time you see him at annual celebrations or at family gatherings, his magnetism still pulls you in like gravity. So you decided to let loose and live your life, without fearing that you'd get deeper into your feelings because you've matured now, and you weren't going to be held back by your juvenile crush anymore.

"Ransom... How drunk are you?"

"What? No! I'm totally sober. Say yes, baby, I know you've wanted me since high school."

"Ransom, shut up. You are clearly drunk, and I need to sleep, alright?" You tried to push him playfully, knowing that he might hit the floor with a loud thud and it would risk your parents catching you both.

"I'm serious, y/n! Why do you think I came all the way over here just to talk to you? I want you, baby."

You scoffed at his antics. "Let me get this right... You want me, to be your girl?"

"Yes," he grabbed both of your hands and brought them close to his chest. You could feel his heartbeat's pace escalated, slowly but surely. You wanted to believe the look of longing in his eyes. A part of you believed that it was simply part of his charm; the way he'd gaze deeply into a girl's eyes and how he'd make them believe that he sincerely wants them, to only ruin their mascara and never to return their calls again.

But the other part of you wanted to believe that, after years of dynamic friendship, he truly yearned for you. That, after many meaningless hookups, he had realized that it couldn't fill the void inside him and that he couldn't find you in anyone else. Suddenly, the 15 years old girl in you revived. You remembered the old flame and you couldn't extinguish it now.

"I know I'm a little late, but c'mon. We've been fucking around for years and tell me, this afternoon didn't mean something to you. We'd make a great couple." He paused, giving you a moment to answer. He searched for it on your face, whilst waiting for your mouth to say the green-light word.

He then continued, replacing the silence with his beguiling persuasion. "So, what do you say, baby? I know you want this. I know you want me. We'll go on a date tomorrow and I'll pick you up at 7." The look on his ocean blue eyes confined you in spot, frozen the time. Like you were in a movie and the picture was put in slow-motion. You felt helpless under his words. You couldn't fake it anymore now, deep down you knew that you had always been his even when he didn't have a clue of it.

"Yes, Ransom, I want to be yo-" Before you could even finish your words, he cut you off by abruptly pressing his lips to yours and you were slightly shoved back from the sudden force. If he hadn't been holding you so tightly, you would've already landed on the floor. You opened your mouth to let his tongue enter as it gets tangled with yours. His hand immediately moved from your face to your thighs, lifting you up and you circled them around his waist.

He carried you to the bed, as his lips continued its misbehaving on you. He dropped on you the mattress, and untied your robes, revealing your naked body under it. You were wearing nothing but black lace underwear, that was soon torn off from your body, exposing your moist pussy too. His lips then move to your neck, kissing the sensitive spot that took your breath away.

He bit the skin hard to leave a hickey, stamping his mark on you. He kept on trailing open-mouthed kisses to your body, as he made a quick stop on your nipples, giving them extra attention. He sucked on the right one like a starved baby, as his other hand circled on your other one, and he pinched it hard, causing your body to jolt.

He made sure it was wet enough with his soaked with his saliva until he decided to move further down, as his other hand was still groping your other breast. Without wasting any more time, as soon as he reached your most sensitive part, he immediately licked a stripe on your bud, as he feasted like a deprived man.

His fingers unclasped your breast, as he shoved the two of them inside your heated core. You shrieked due to the shock, as your hand immediately muffle yourself, trying not to make any louder noise. He lifted his head to see the expression on your face, lost in pleasure as he kept on intruding in and out of you. "Shh, be quiet babygirl, or your parents are going to walk in on you creaming all over my fingers."

Your mind was hazy from the friction his fingers caused, you stared at his face through foggy lens, as his fingers went deeper and faster. It was getting harder and harder to hold back your moans. His words sounded obscure in your ears, as your brain was clouded with the tightening coil inside you. You couldn't think, you couldn't speak, you couldn't move under him. He truly had you wrapped around his fingers. Literally.

You felt yourself nearing the explosion, your hands immediately went around his shoulders as you hid your face on his neck, he sensed your impending release, so his thumb pressed itself to your clit and circled it, making you lose your damn mind. Just a couple more flicks, and you were a crumpled mess on the sheets. Your juices splattered all of over his hand, but it didn't stop moving in and out of you, prolonging the bliss.

After you started to cool down and recollect yourself, he pulled his hand out of you and he intensely gazed into your eyes whilst cleaning himself off your juices by sucking them clean, like a goddamn peanut butter Nutella.

He grinned like a devil who had just committed his greatest crime while you were a sweating, panting mess underneath him. "You taste better than those fucking Biscoff cookies, sweetheart." He kissed your mouth one more before he decided to get out of your bed. You rose from the bed too, as you followed him to the window. "Gotta go, it's getting late. Think you need to charge yourself, baby."

You chuckled, his wittiness always gets you. "I don't know, got a couple of unused toys in my drawers, I might need to see if they work."

"Don't you dare." His expression hardened, but you knew that he was playing along with your teasing.

"Can't promise you anything, but I'll try." You winked. His remark has backfired. "Now, leave, before, I call my daddy on you."

"Oh, babygirl, soon, your father won't be the only one you call daddy." If you were having a drink right now, you would've chocked on your water. Before you could retort, he ended the windup the night with a quick reminder, "Tomorrow, 7 pm. Dress up for me, yeah?" It was merely a rhetorical question, with an imperious intent. You both knew damn well you were going to dress up for him, he didn't have to ask twice to know the answer.

"I'll see you tomorrow." As he opened the window and quickly climbed down like a thief. How he managed to be as silent as a Ninja with his enormous figure, you'll never know. But he did it impeccably anyway.

You watched him through the window, as he opened the door of his car, and slid into the driver's seat. You two were practically the modern version of Romeo and Juliet. Your silliness whispered. Your hopeless romantic heart had associated the mundanity of life with fairytales and magical characters. You quickly shook those thoughts away as Ransom drove off his BMW and vanished into the night.

You laid in your bed that night, giddy with elation, like a teenage girl who had just been asked to go to prom with him by her crush. You tried to sleep off the exhaustion from the shenanigans had left you with. But despite feeling the weariness in your bones, you still couldn't resist the grin on your face. You eventually closed your eyes, replaying the way Ransom had touched you, kissed you, and fucked you earlier as you slowly drifted away to the land of dreams.

That's how your relationship with Ransom began. It only lasted for so long, until you both started arguing more and more every day. Whenever you had a big fight, you'd often threaten him by saying that you were going to leave, and when you actually dumped him, he always came back to your door, begging for forgiveness, wearing his best apologies.

Here's the upgraded cat and mouse game you two were playing again. Only this time, you two were caught in a narrower circle, that you both started. Him by asking you out, and you by agreeing to be his girl.

One morning, you were woken up by the news of Harlan Thrombey's death. To say you were shocked, was an understatement. Of course, you were aware that due to his age, his clock was ticking. It was only about a matter of time when you'll have to reminisce about your very last conversation with him.

You and Harlan were quite close. He was like the grandfather you never had. Your grandparents from your father's side died before you could even know them. Your grandparents from your mother's side lived on the other side of the world, and she didn't get along with them, due to your mother's ambitions of moving to the United States, and refused to follow her parents' footsteps in business. She pursued her own dreams and so, they totally cut her off.

But being the boss lady that your mother was, she managed to build her own empire, making her and your father 'a power couple', as one would say. Your mother met your father while they were in college, they got married after dating for three years, and had you, a year later.

You had always admired your parent's harmonious marriage. Your father could get a little too overambitious sometimes, and your mother had high expectations of you, but, you knew deep down they loved you and wanted nothing but the best for their one and only daughter. And most importantly, they were still madly in love with each other even after years of being married. It's very rare to find those these days.

You always wondered whether it was possible for you and Ransom to see a peak of light. Whether you could have what your parents have. A loving, committed, everlasting relationship. You used to think that you were going to marry Ransom eventually. That you might see a slow change in Ransom, but eventually, you were going to end up together, have kids, maybe two, a girl and a boy. You'll name them Florence and Nathan. Yeah, you had always loved those names.

But those fantasies spontaneously combust as soon as your relationship started to get rocky. Your faith in your future with Ransom was fading, and you were okay with that, maybe it's going to sting for a while, and you were going to cry on your bedroom floor, but you'll be fine. You'll move on and you'll meet someone else, someone better, someone wiser, someone kinder with your heart.

After the news of Harlan's unexpected death loomed over the house like a ghost, you quickly called Ransom. He didn't answer. You called him for the second time, and he finally picked up. "Hey, baby." His voice sounded too cheerful for someone who had just lost his grandfather. But then you remember that this was Ransom you were talking about. He didn't have an ounce of remorse or clemency in that cold heart of his.

"Hey, I just heard the news... How are you doing?"

"Harlan's death? Well, who are we kidding, it was just a matter of time anyway. That old bastard."

"Ransom, my parents told me everything. He didn't die to natural causes, he was murdered." Saying it still doesn't sound right. The flair for the dramatic, Harlan Thrombey. Death by cliche, like the murder mysteries novels he wrote.

"Unfortunately, but I guess he had it coming. Things already went South since the party anyway." He shrugged it off.

The party? Why would the conversation suddenly steer into the party?

The night's party before Harlan's death, you attended the family's mansion a little late, for you were feeling a little sick due to your menstruation cycle. The truth was, you didn't really wanna go anyway but you promised Ransom that you were going to see him and your parents that you weren't going to be rude.

By the time you were there, you didn't even get to see Ransom for he was arguing with Harlan in his small study room. So you went over to Meg to have a little chat with a glass of champagne in your hand. Suddenly, you spotted Ransom storming off Harlan's study as he picked up his jacket and ran to the door to God knows where. You didn't wanna be nosy, you figured Ransom would probably tell you about it later. But you were going to let him have some space, so you didn't try to stop him.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask... What happened last night? In Harlan's study before you stormed off from the party?"

Silence faltered for a moment before he answered, "just Harlan's usual antics. It was no big deal, I promise you."

You doubted that he was telling you the full truth, but it was apparent to you that he wasn't interested in discussing this topic any longer, so you weren't going to push him. People grieve in different ways, and you were going to let him deal with it in his own ways.

"Alright, for whatever it's worth, I'm truly sorry. He was a good man."

"Yeah, I know, baby. Me too. I'll call you later, alright?"

"Okay." And the call ended.

Weeks went on as the investigation of the murder proceeded, Detective Benoit Blanc, Lieutenant Elliott, and Trooper Wagner were meticulously taking every step further to find out the truth, investigating every possible suspect, learning their motives thoroughly.

As those weeks went by, your suspicion of Ransom's innocence grew. Every time you ask about him, he'd quickly shut it off and redirect the topic. He told you once, that Harlan was going to cut him off his will and that from now on, he was going to have to fend for himself. That only raised more questions in your head; how was he going to fend for himself now, is he going to get a job? Did Harlan say something else that might've indicated his farewell?

And most importantly, the conveniently coincidental timing. This heated argument between them took place the night before Harlan's death. Your curiosity grew about what really went down in his study...

The news broke when you were sitting in your spacious study, filled with books of your favorite authors. Romance novels, Sci-Fi books, business books, fashion books, etc. You like to keep yourself educated. You had just ended a phone call with a potential investor of your future clothing line when your mother knocked on your door and you let her in. There was a flash of disturbance on her face.

"Sweetheart, have you heard yet?" She approached you and put her hands on your shoulders, trying to comfort you before you even knew what she was trying to comfort you from.

"No, heard about what?"

"Ransom has been arrested. For Harlan's murder. Detective Blanc figured everything out. He also confessed of killing Fran, their help."

You squinted your eyes at her statement. "...What?" You felt like you had been struck by a thunder amidst your serene beauty sleep.

"I'm truly sorry, sweetheart. But your father and I knew that he was bad news. You should've never associated with him since a long time ago."

"He's my childhood friend, mom. You and Dad are close to the Thrombeys. How do you expect me not to be associated with him?"

"I know, but we never concurred on you two dating. His reputation precedes him."

You felt like you were going to vomit, you couldn't believe your own ears. You always knew that Ransom was a rascal by nature, but the fact that he was capable of murder dumbstruck you. And the fact that he murdered his own grandfather made you question whether he had a drop of empathy and remorse at all in that frozen heart of his.

"Where is he now, mom?"

"He's currently in custody. Detective Elliott and Trooper Wagner are questioning him for his statement."

And that's how you ended up here, in New York City, relocating your personal belongings to your brand-new place that you refer to as home. You kept recalling that night when you were finally ready to talk to him after he pleaded guilty of committing Harlan's murder.

A big part of you loathed him. A murderer. He wasn't just a man with bad intentions and bad behaviors, but he was willing to go as far as taking someone else's life if they don't grant him his wishes. Money really brings out the worst in people.

But another part of you yearned for him. Yearned for his benign words and sincere touches exchanged during late-night conversations after he fucked you like an animal in your bed. Or at his place, where he'd ask you to stay because he knew how drained you were after he made you cum three times... At least.

Things were often convoluted and acrimonious between the two of you, but when it's good, it's as gentle as the autumn breeze and as steady as Wednesday evenings in Boston. It's ironic, really, how you moved to the city that epitomized the chaos part of your shattered relationship.

For now, you were okay. You were dealing with the split at your own pace, whilst your mind was constantly calculating your next move to start your own clothing line. Making calls and closing deals here and there. Nightly meetings in fancy restaurants of Manhattan. Invariably sketching up the spontaneous designs that appear in your head.

But your heart discreetly missing him. When the buzzing of the city was boisterous and the lights are sparkling like a Christmas tree, you wished that he was here with you instead of being locked up in prison. You loved New York and you had been dreaming of moving there for as long as you could remember. You just wished that someone was there to share the beauty of the city with you.

Like one night when your parents were out of town, and Ransom came over to your house. You had passionately made love in the dark that night, and as always, after he was finished with you, he'd hold you close to his chest as he strokes your hair and his other hand was placed behind his head, displaying his hard rock chest.

"You ever thought about getting out of Boston?"

"Any place you have in mind?"

"New York City. I've always loved the big city life, you know? The town that never sleeps and the endless opportunities that await."

"You're thinking about moving there?"

"...Yeah. I wanna start my own clothing line, Ransom. I don't wanna live off of my parents' trust fund forever. I wanna be my own person and New York seems like the best city to start off."

"I can't stop you if you that's what you really want but, we're gonna have to figure things out."

"What if I move to New York and you stay? How would we make this work?"

"Don't worry, we'll figure something out... I'll find you. I'll always find you."

When you were finally ready to have an one-on-one with him, you went to visit him. You put on your black coat and your Chanel sunglasses to hide your own face, not wanting to be recognized by people.

He walked into the visitation room and sat on the phone booth in his neon orange attire. His raven hair was slicked back, as neat as ever. How he managed to still look like an entitled, trust-fund brat whilst locked up in prison, you'll never know.

"You've finally come to see me."

"I'm not here to see you. I'm here to talk to you."

"C'mon sweetheart, cut me some slack here, I've been accused of my own grandfather's murder and you were going to act like a bitch on your first visitation? It's been months and I've fucking missed you."

"Shut up, Ransom. I don't wanna hear any more lies coming out of that mouth of yours. You are a fucking murderer, how could you? And your own grandfather? What kind of wretch does that?"

"That old bastard had it coming when he decided to cut me out. You think I'll let him get away with it? Hell no. That's my money! My birthright! He couldn't just-"

"Ransom, I'm breaking up with you." You interrupted his grievance.

He paused for a moment as if he was digesting the words you just unloaded on him. "What did you say?"

"You heard me. I'm breaking up with you. I do not wanna be associated with a murderer."

Suddenly, his palm struck the glass with a roar so harsh, it nearly staggered. The look on his face was murderous and his breathing labored. And in that moment, you had no doubt that he was indeed a murderer. The way his temper could strike at any time when he wasn't getting his way, you saw it with translucent eyes now.

"You are not breaking up with me, you hear me? I'm getting out of here and I'll find you. I will always find you."

"Goodbye, Ransom." And just like that, you terminated the ties that linked the two of you like a string on a puppet. Your entire history; two decades worth of whirlwind of emotions, resolved at the very last place you'd ever expected yourself to be. You rise from your seat and left him to rot in prison for his sins.

You kept yourself busy, chasing your ambitions to life. You kept reminding yourself that Ransom was exactly where he was supposed to be. You made a vow to yourself that you weren't going to let anyone or anything stand in the way of you and your dream career, and you were going to live by that.

One night, you had just returned to your apartment from a meeting with your PR team for your clothing line company. The meeting went well and they were positive that your marketing & advertising plans will succeed in shaping the brand's excellent image.

You took off your Louboutin heels and put them on the shoe racks where all of your other shoes were neatly organized, from your sneakers, sandals, boots, and wedges. The apartment was still dark, but you could see through the city lights from the window, and because you had been living there for weeks now, you had memorized every inch of your place well enough to move around blindfolded.

You switched on the lights to your left, and that's when it echoed.

Him. His voice. Vanquishing the stillness of the room.

Shivers ran down your spine, like the cold midnight air of New York, assailing you when you were clad in nothing but bare. Just like how he pounced you out of the blue when your guard was down to the point where you had even forgotten why you had it in the first place.

"I see New York has been treating you well."

He stood there by the window, staring out into the bustling city, with a black trench coat hung flawlessly over his broad shoulders. His hands were deep in his pocket. You could only see the back of his head, but you knew if he turned around, you would see the insincerity in his words.

You stood there frozen in place, not believing your own eyes. The man you had come to fear; a murderer, who was imprisoned for his heinous crimes... He was standing in your very own apartment, on your wooden floors, waiting for you to come home.

Despite the low temperature of the room, you were sweating. You couldn't move, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't make a sound. You just witnessed as horror plays out, calculating its next move to imperil you.

He turned around, and that's when you saw it. His face displayed nothing but hollowness, Antarctica blue eyes pierced right into your soul. Like a spear shot right through the center of your heart.

“Ransom… How did you…?” Your breathing labored.

“You’re breaking up with me, you said?” He started walking towards you, deliberately. With every step his shoes thumped the ground, your heart raced, faster than the rogue wave washing over people on the shore.

You gulped. Your feet unconsciously withdrew you, as his figure was getting closer. You kept rewinding until your back hit the door, as you realized there’s no more room for you to run. Your hand immediately reached for the doorknob, but it was too late. Ransom had already seized it first, sealing your hand from turning it around as you run out of his grasp, once more.

He knew he will outrun you but he wasn’t going to take that risk. He was a man in hiding after all. He stealthily tracked you down in New York, without anyone’s knowledge, and wasted no time in paying you an unwanted visit to your apartment. He was a resourceful man, and once he set his mind on something, he will do whatever it takes to obtain it.

And he wanted you. Oh, how much he had missed you.

His other hand leaned on the door, right by your head, caging you with his body, trapping you right where he wanted you. But not for long.

“If you try to scream or run, I’ll make sure you’ll never see another light of day, sweetheart.” He whispered eerily into your ears. The hairs stood up in the back of your neck.

You weren’t going to be a fool and try to hit him or escape, knowing what he’s capable of. So you slowly unclasped the doorknob, and you pressed your forehead to the door, trying to shield yourself from this bloodthirsty beast.

Without saying another word, Ransom grabbed a full fist of your hair as he pulled you by your shoulder and directed you towards the capacious window, presenting a pellucid view of the city and how very much awake the pedestrians are.

Your hands palmed the window so your face wouldn’t hit the wall so hard, you might have a concussion. His hand moved to your back as it started to pull down the zipper of your dress. You tried to break free out of him, get him off your back, but you couldn’t, knowing that he could effortlessly overpower you.

“Don’t you fucking think of doing anything stupid, little girl. What did I warn you?”

Then you stopped thrashing around, as tears started to brim in your eyes. You tried to muffle your cries, not wanting to show him he had nearly broken you, but you couldn’t help the impotence. He brutally stripped the dress out of you, not caring if the fancy material might get lacerated.

Then he removed his own coat, and dropped it on the floor, as he used his leg to sweep both of your attires further away from your stance. The chilly night air overrun your skin, as you felt so exposed under his presence. You could hear the clinking sound of his belt, as he pulled down his pants and briefs and he moved to yours, tearing the material off of you.

Without any warning, he pushed himself inside of your wet core, feeling the slick easing him in and out of you. His hand returned to grab a fistful of your hair as he pulled back your head so he could grab you by the throat as he made you look into his eyes, whilst his other hand went to your hip, knowing full well that it could imprint a bruise on you. He then pressed his body into yours even tighter, to exhibit your bare body as he put on your breasts on full display for the entire city to see.

He slides in and out of you so easily, as his hips paced faster and unrelenting. “You really think you can run from me, huh? You must be delusional. You are mine and mine only. Always will and always be. You can’t fucking get rid of me.” He gritted through his rigorous thrusts.

You moaned in pain, as you could feel your humiliation wearing down on you. Your tears started to run down your cheeks, as your mascara got ruined along the way. Your head with clouded with shame and illicit lust.

“Let’s show the entire New York fucking City that you are mine, huh? That you are nothing but a dirty little cum-whore that belongs to me.”

You wailed louder, the mixture of pain, lust, and degradation overwhelmed you, inundating your lungs with water like you were drowning in the ocean. You squeezed his cock as you could feel your climax approaching, the fire in the pit of your stomach was ready to give in and explode. But you weren’t. You didn’t want to hand over your pleasure and give him the satisfaction of using you.

You were only human after all and the friction in your most pleasurable spot stole away all your power and strength to deny him as you yielded. A few more strokes and you crumbled. Your release washed over you and took over your body. Euphoria clogged in your brain, making you unable to think of anything else but him. His relentless thrusts that kept going prolonged your release as he tried to chase his own orgasm.

Then he let go, all the frustration, stress and anger, he unleashed all of them inside of you as he stayed still for a few minutes, making sure every drop of his cum stay inside you and none gets spilled to waste.

He breathed into your hair, as your panting didn’t slow down. You struggled with catching your breath as the glow of the moon reflected over your sweaty chest, exhibiting your exploited nudity. Your brain couldn’t even remember that you were standing on full display for you were too trounced by euphoria.

“I told you… I’ll always find you.”

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friendlyneighborhoodspider-man · 4 years

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Broken Promises (pt. 3)

A/N:

If you haven’t already read parts 1 and 2, you can find them below. I definitely reccommend reading them prior to this because this probably won’t make much sense if you don’t.

part 1 part 2

There were a lot of directions this could go. I had a lot of people ask me to write it different ways, but in the end, this is what I felt. I am debating continuing this storyline with drabbles between the reader, Jason, and Roy (and possibly Zatanna or Dick?) Please like, comment, and send me suggestions/asks!

Love, Z

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It wasn’t until a month later that you were able to go back to the apartment to clear out the rest of your things. The affair had completely derailed your life, but it was nothing compared to what Dick was going through. After the word got out to the press about his cheating scandal, his name was pretty much toast. The only person to reach out to you to apologize for the whole mess was Alfred, but you had a feeling that for the most part no one wanted to confront it.

Jason and Roy on either side, you stepped through the threshold, memories sweeping over you like a wave. The living room that the two of you had painted together in fits of giggles and kisses now felt cold. Memories of lazy Sunday mornings spent on the couch eating waffles and watching the news, and long nights spent wrapped in each other and a blanket watching Netflix were tainted by the afterimages still burned in your brain of him and your best friend consecrating the apartment in their own special way.

Zatanna had had the common sense to break things off with Dick after seeing how his good name was being dragged through the mud-- and she hadn’t spoken to you since the night of the Wayne Enterprises Gala. You knew that one day the time would come to hash out all that needed to be said between the two of you, but today wasn’t that day.

Roy flopped on the couch, “Take all the time you need, sweetheart.” He covered his eyes with the hat he had been wearing and wrapped his arms around himself to doze off.

Jason’s hand touched your shoulder and you turned to look at him. “Do you want me to help, or--”

“Stay here.” You said, looking at the bedroom where you knew Dick was waiting. “I have some things I need to say.”

“Whatever you need, I’m here.” You left his side to pick up the boxes you had brought with you and brought them into the bedroom with you.

“Please look at me.” Dick spoke from the edge of the bed. You stared at him.

“What.” You said harshly.

“Can we--” he wiped tears off of his cheeks, his eyes red rimmed from what you were sure were hours of pity party tears-- “can we please, please, just try to talk this out.”

“Okay. Fine. Let’s talk.” You turned to the dresser and opened your drawers up. “You fucked my best friend. I asked you if there was anything going on with the two of you. You lied. You promised me that there was nothing and there would be nothing. I gave you four years of my life and you threw it away. I was going to marry you. I was going to have your children. You broke my trust and you broke my heart.” You spat at him as you threw the contents into an open box. Whirling around to face him, you started again. “I never asked you for anything other than your honesty, Dick Grayson. I resigned myself to a life knowing that I would always come second to the mask, a life where I would be nothing other than a choice. But I knew that at least if we were honest with each other, if we could always be each others number one confidant and best friend, we would be unstoppable.”

You paused to wipe the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. “You ended us. This isn’t my fault. If you want someone to blame, someone to question, someone to ask for forgiveness--” you pointed directly at him “--look in the mirror.”

He was staring at you, cheeks red and eyes blazen with something-- anger, disappointment, regret, you couldn’t tell. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what else you want me to say.” His voice broke, and a part of your resolve broke too. You went and sat on the edge of the bed by him.

“This is where we end.” You said softly. He choked back a sob.

“I-- I know I can’t take it back, and I know you deserve better-- just let me sh-show you--”

“No.” You took his hand from his face and took it in both of yours. “I loved you with everything I had, and you threw it away. A part of me will always love you, but I can’t do this anymore.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I hope you can forgive yourself.”

After grabbing your few items from your nightstand and keepsakes from the safe under the bed, you left the room.

“Y/N,” Dick called out after you. You stopped in the doorway, box on your hip, and thought.

“Y/N?” Jason called from the living room.

And that was your answer.

You went in to find he had collected your items from the rest of the apartment and packed them up for you already. “I didn’t want you to have to-- if there is anything missing I figured I can come back and get it for you, or I can make Dick bring it, but for now--”

“Thank you, Jay.” You whispered, overcome with emotion.

“Oh, Y/N, don’t cry. Shhhh…” He wrapped you in a hug, while Roy slept obliviously on the couch. “It’s okay.”

“I’m not crying because I’m sad, it’s just…” you cried harder into his chest while you tried to breathe “it’s just so much, you know?”

And he did. You had made a life here, prepared for a life here, and with Dick, for the past four years, and now you were leaving it all behind. It was overwhelming, and you needed someone to hold your hand through it all. While for a while you had thought that Zatanna would always be the one to be your rock, you knew now that it was the two men here with you that would always be there to catch you when you fall.

“Y/N, no matter what, you always have me. I promise.”

“Thank you, Jay. For everything.” You said into his chest and he buried his face in your hair. “Can we go?” You said after a moment, and he laughed.

“Yeah, of course.” He shook Roy awake. “Can you help Y/N carry these boxes out to the car? I have something to take care of before we go.”

“Of course.” Roy picked up the heavier of the three and you left one for Jason to take with him. You shot him a questioning look before you shut the door, and he turned to the bedroom and walked in.

“Here to gloat?” Dick glared through bloodshot eyes. “You always wanted her, admit it.”

“I never said I didn’t. But Y/N is not some prize to be won.” Jason leaned against the doorframe. “You threw it all away-- and for what? For a good lay? Jeez, man, I don’t even know that I want to call you a brother anymore. Not after what you did to her.”

“It was a mistake--”

“No, it wasn’t. A mistake is forgetting your keys in your car, or accidentally texting the wrong person. What you did was a conscious decision, one that took effort, and you did it multiple times. Then you tried to throw it all back in her face at the Gala, and for what? To prove a point? Point taken-- she deserves so much more than you and all you will ever be.”

Jason walked up to Dick and pressed a finger into his chest. “And just so we are clear-- if Y/N ends up with me, it’s not because I poached her, or because I took advantage of her. It’s because she knows I’m the better man. It’s because she wants me. She is moving in with Roy and I and we never want to see or hear from you unless it is necessary. Got it?”

“Fine.” Dick stared directly at him. “You win. It’s not like Y/N wants me anyways. I don’t blame her. But if you think for a second she is going to stoop to the likes of a lowlife vigilante like you, you have another thing coming.” He chuckled harshly. “See you, bro. Now leave my place before I make you.”

Jason turned on his heel and picked up the box from the floor in the living room and met you in the car.

“I don’t want to know.” You said from the backseat, head in your hands. “Can we just go home?”

“Of course.” He turned around in his seat and gave your hand a squeeze. “Let’s go home.”

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It was Thanksgiving when Jason pulled up to the Wayne Manor on his motorbike, you clinging to him like a spidermonkey. “I still don’t get why we couldn’t just take a car.” You grumbled as you got off, your leather jacket wrapped tightly around you as you looked around the place you had come to call home at one time. Now it seemed dark and cold, and you wondered if it had always been this way or if you had just been blinded by love to the point you didn’t notice before.

“You have to admit, babe,” Jason unclipped your helmet and smoothed down your hair, kissing the top of your head endearingly as he did, “the bike makes everything seem more rock and roll.”

“Got me there,” You joked, and linked your arm with his as you walked up the front steps. Alfred greeted you at the door, and nodded.

“Miss Y/N, Master Jason, right this way.”

“I’ve missed you Al,” You stopped him for a hug, which he of course returned. “We have to sit down and have tea sometime soon.”

“Of course.” He smiled. “We’ve missed you around the Manor...well, at least most of--”

“Y/N.” You heard Dick say before you saw him. It surprised you that you didn’t hurt seeing him as much as you had anticipated-- it was down to a dull ache as opposed to a burning fire. “Fancy seeing you here. I see you’ve shacked up with my brother.”

“Go to hell.” Jason said from behind you protectively.

“After you,” Dick bowed at him condescendingly.

“Both of you, back off.” You shouted. “Seriously. I just want to enjoy one fucking holiday without someone trying to kill someone or having to fight at the dinner table. Or both.” You glared between the two of them. “I’m sure Bruce would appreciate that as well, so if we can all just ignore each other for a few hours it will be fine.”

“Fine.” Dick snapped at you, and disappeared.

“The melodramatics in this family never cease to amaze me.” You sighed sarcastically.

“If you want to go, we can just get takeout and watch a movie at home. I swear. I won’t be upset.” Jason whispered in your ear.

“Let’s give it an hour before we bail.” You whispered back, and laced your fingers through his.

As you walked through the halls of Wayne Manor, you felt nostalgic. “Before we go see everyone, actually--” you stopped, and turned to the staircase-- “I want to go see your room.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Because, I just realized that in all the times I’ve been here, I’ve never seen the inside of your room.”

“I literally haven’t been in there in months.” Jason deadpanned.

“Humor me.” You laughed and started.

“Woman, you will be the death of me.” He followed.

“You love me.” You joked.

“Yeah, I do.” He said, and you were hit with the sense that he really meant it. Like truly, deeply, meant it. While it should have felt weird… it didn’t. You began to realize that maybe, just maybe, you and Jason were becoming something real. You used to think that you’d had that with Dick, but it had all been smoke and mirrors. Living with Roy and Jason showed you what things should have been like if he was really your number one-- never on the outside of plans, never keeping secrets, as open as a book could be. And sure, yeah, you were practically attached at the hip with Jason, but that was because you were becoming each others best friends-- right?

If you were just ‘best friends’, then why did his hand fit so perfectly in yours, and his hand set perfectly on the small of your back when you were walking anywhere? Or why did you fit together like a puzzle when you fell asleep on the couch or in his bed together watching a movie?

You shook the thoughts aside and grabbed his hand in yours as you started up the rest of the stairs. Today was not the day to confront those feelings, you decided.

He guided you to his door, right across the hall from Dicks, and pushed it open.

It was cleaner than you expected. You didn’t know why you expected it to look like a tornado had run through it, but it was actually very well kempt. The walls were navy and his bed was grey with white pillows. He had a black desk and black bookshelf with a white chair, and a grey sofa to the side. You walked around and touched everything, picking up the books on his shelf and the picture of the Titans team on his bedside table.

“This is me.” He shrugged, taking a seat on the sofa. “It’s not much-- I don’t stay here super often anymore.”

“It’s a lot different than your room at the apartment.” You joked.

“Yeah, well, living with Roy will do that to you.” He laughed. You went and sat by him, then noticed the picture sitting to the side of the couch on a table.

“Who is this?”

“That’s my mom.” He said, and took the frame from your hands. “I don’t have a lot of pictures of her-- this is one of the only ones, really.” He traced the outline of her face and sighed. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if things had ended up differently. If she was still around.”

“I’m sorry, Jay.” You covered his hand with yours, and he took it, setting the picture down.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He ran his other hand through his hair. “Look-- I know you’ve been through a lot lately, and I know you’re still healing, but I need to know-- is this real?” He looked you in the eyes, and the feeling from earlier returned. “I have never felt like this before. And you have no idea how shitty it makes me feel, knowing that you were just with my brother, and that he hurt you, and that we are friends and I really am not trying to take advantage of you in any way, it’s just--”

“I feel it too.” You placed a hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes, searching for your words there. “I-- I have just been worried that I’m going to mess things up with you. Because I care about you so, so much Jay; not just as a friend, but as a partner, and as something more, and that scares me. I don’t know if I know what love really is anymore, and I just don’t want to screw everything up again.”

“Y/N,” he grabbed your face in both of his hands, and kissed you firmly. It was unexpected, and you opened your eyes before relaxing and closing them, deepening the kiss. Kissing Jason was like something you’d never experienced-- it wasn’t fireworks, but it was like finally feeling whole. He brought a hand around to your lower back and brought you closer to him, pressing your upper halves together. You fit like a puzzle, you and Jay, and you felt a warmth building inside of you right as you realized--

You pulled away abruptly. “I think I’m in love with you.” You told him.

“I know I’m in love with you, Y/N.” He grinned, and pushed a stray piece of hair out of your face. “I’ve been completely whipped ever since you kicked Dick’s ass in training at the Titans tower when you came for a visit.”

“That was, like, three years ago.” You said.

“Yeah, it was.” He laughed.

“Promise me.” You said suddenly.

“What? Anything.” He took your hand and pressed it to his heart. “I’ll give you the world, baby, just tell me what you need.”

“Promise me you won’t break my heart.” You whispered, and it felt stupid once it came out of your mouth and your cheeks went red. “Just-- please”

“I, Jason Todd, do solemnly swear that I will never break your heart, even should my life depend on it.” He said.

“Thank you.” You said, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Lets go eat.” He said and pulled you to stand with him. “I’m starving.”

“How long do you think it will take for your family to notice we are together?”

“I give them until Christmas.” He winked at you as you went down the stairs together.

“The end of dinner.” You argued.

“You’re on.” He grinned and the two of you headed to what you were sure would be the most eventful Thanksgiving yet.

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idy-ll-ique · 4 years

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Will You Marry Me?

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Pure Fluff

Requested: Nope

Summary: Y/N babysits her sister's son and Jake decides to propose.

Author's Note: Hi! I'm currently working on a fanfic requested by @rougese7en but it's not over yet so till that time enjoy this already written fic.

Y/N - Your Name

Y/S/N - Your Sister's Name

[Husband]- Your Sister's Husband's Name (tf)

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Y/N POV:

"Really, now, you want me to look after Try?" I sighed. My sister looked at me pleadingly. "Please, Y/N, [Husband] and I have not enjoyed for 4 years, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"Exaggerating but alright," I chuckled. Really, Tristan was a handful. He was my nephew, my sister's boy. At only 4 years old, he knew how to wreak havoc very well. "Please?"

"I'll stay, don't worry. Dates with Jake will come and go," I told her and she hugged me tightly. "Thank you so much, Y/N, you're the best," [Husband] grinned. They were already dressed for the evening.

Tristan then came out of the kitchen, covered in flour, coughing. "Tristan!" my sister sighed as I burst out laughing. "I'll look after him, you guys enjoy," I wheezed as my sister gave Tristan a look of disappointment.

Tristan simply grinned at her. "Alright, baby, mommy's not gonna hug you because then you'll ruin her dress. Goodbye!" she cooed at him. "Say goodbye to mommy and daddy?" [Husband] asked.

"Bye!" Tristan squealed and ran back into the kitchen. Two minutes later, we heard a thud. My sister groaned as her husband dragged her out of the house, laughing. Tristan walked back outside.

"Did you fall?" I asked him as he sat on the floor in front of the couch, teary eyed. "Yes, auntie Y/N," he sniffled. I snorted and dialled Jake's number. If you didn't know, I was dating Jake Gyllenhaal.

We had been dating for seven years now. "Y/N? Aw come on, don't tell me you're cancelling?!" Jake whined as soon as he picked up the call. "Sorry, bubba, I have to. I'm looking after Tristan, you're welcome to join."

"That monster? Hell no," Jake scoffed and I laughed. Jake and I knew each other's families very well by now. "Your call. I'm staying, my sis and bro have already left, I have no choice."

"I understand, sweetie. Well, why don't we reschedule for tomorrow?" he offered. "Sounds like a plan. I gotta go now, Tristan's covered in flour and I have to give him a bath and clean the kitchen."

"Enjoy," Jake cooed condescendingly. "Duck off, you a-hole," I growled and the last thing I heard as I ended the call was Jake's wheezing. "Tristan, let's give you a bath, come on darling."

He stood up and walked towards the bathroom. I first went to his room and got his towel. When I returned to the bathroom, I had to refrain myself from laughing. Tristan, clothing still intact, was sitting in the bathtub.

The faucet was on, spraying water on Tristan. This was too cute not to tape. I whipped out my phone and started recording him. "Tristan, what are you doing?" I asked him. "Taking a bath!"

"You… you gotta take off your clothes, little man," I chuckled. "No you don't," Tristan scoffed, grinning and squealing at the cold water falling on him. Geez, this kid. I ended the video and sent it to Jake.

Trying to bathe him, gone wrong.

I helped Tristan undress, turned on the hot water and finally gave Tristan a proper bath. I don't know how my sister had been doing this for 4 years. After we were done, I wrapped a towel around him.

I carried Tristan to his bedroom and put him in his pajamas. I heard a 'bing!' on my phone when I was putting him in a t-shirt. Tristan ran out of the room as I picked up my phone. Jake had replied.

Nearly died laughing. That kid is chaotic 🤣

I chuckled and kept my phone away. I walked out of the room and went to the sitting room. Tristan was sitting on the couch, trying to turn the TV on. "You need help, little guy?" I asked him.

He handed the remote to me and I put on Peppa Pig on the TV. Tristan was silent for a long time after that, so I decided to go clean the kitchen. Thankfully, there was only flour to clean up, nothing else.

As soon as I was done with that, I heard Tristan screaming. I ran outside, scared and laughed when I understood what was going on. Tristan was crying grossly because Peppa dropped her ice cream onscreen.

One more memorable moment. I paused the TV at the exact time Peppa had dropped the ice cream and started recording Tristan. "Tristan? Honey, what's wrong?" I asked him.

"Ice cream," Tristan sobbed, hastily wiping his tears as more and more tears rolled down his cheeks. "But it's not your ice cream…" I said, a small chuckle escaping my lips.

"Huh? It's not?" Tristan asked, his breath hitching. "No!" I laughed this time. "Okay…" Tristan muttered and sniffled, wiping his tears. I cleaned up his face and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Auntie Y/N is going to make dinner for you now. What do you want to eat?" I asked him with a smile. "Chicken nuggets!" Tristan said with a broad grin. To be honest, I wanted those too.

"How about we eat dinner from McDonald's today? Only if you won't tell mommy," I whispered to him, recording him for the second time. "Yeah! You promise, auntie?" he whispered back. I nodded.

His face lit up as he gave me an enthusiastic high-five. I sat next to him and sent both the videos to Jake. He's crying because Peppa dropped her ice cream smh and Don't tell mommy ;)

I called up McDonald's, placed our orders and ended the call. I sat watching Peppa Pig with Tristan afterwards. Honestly, why did I stop watching this show, again? It was so freaking hilarious for an adult.

I heard a 'bing!' on my phone and checked it out. Jake had replied to both the videos. Little kids 🤦🏻‍♂ and You're spoiling him. You're spoiling your nephew, Y/N. I laughed at the second one.

What? I'm his best auntie, you have to use dishonest means to maintain that position. A few seconds later, Jake replied, Whatever, you dishonest woman. I think he had nothing better to do.

Shut up. I kept my phone away after sending that message. A few minutes later, the bell rang. "Me!" Tristan yelled and ran to open the door. I started recording him again. Whatever he did was funny. It was the delivery guy from McDonald's.

He struggled a bit to open the door but finally when he did, his face fell as he realized there was another door outside. I captured the expression perfectly and laughed to myself.

"Step aside, baby, let auntie handle it," I cooed at the boy and he walked away, sulking. I paid for the order and brought the bags inside. "McDonald's!" Tristan grinned, following me to the kitchen.

It was comical how fast his mood changed. "Wait, let me put it on a plate, it'll be easier for you to eat," I laughed as he bounced on his feet next to me. He stood still as I took out his box of chicken nuggets.

I put them on his plate, emptied two sauce packets in the side compartment and put his fries in the plate. "We're sitting in the dining room." Tristan screamed, "No!" I sighed. I loved him too much to deny him anything.

"Fine, we can sit in front of the TV, only if you don't spill anything," I told him with a small smile. "Yay!" he yelled out happily and ran outside. I chuckled and texted Jake. He's throwing tantrums.

What did he do? Jake replied a few minutes later as I prepared my own plate of food. Chicken nuggets, fries and a Big Mac. Tristan didn't like burgers yet, so I knew he wouldn't steal my food.

I told him we were sitting in the dining room, screamed until I told him we could sit in the living room. I love him too much to deny him anything :') I texted back.

Sheesh, Y/N. Be a little firm on that young man, he'll become spoilt. Hold up, I'm joining y'all. My eyes widened and I grinned broadly. I kept my phone away and carried the food outside.

Tristan was patiently waiting for his food, watching Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom. "Uncle Jake is joining us," I told Tristan as he delved right into his food. "Uncle Jakey? From TV?"

That's how Tristan knew Jake. Tristan and I were watching Spider-Man: Far From Home one day and when Mysterio came on, I told Tristan he was my boyfriend. Tristan was in awe.

Then, when it was revealed Mysterio was the bad guy, Tristan spent the rest of the movie crying. "What if he hurts you, auntie Y/N?!" Tristan had reasoned. Us adults had a good laugh about it.

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I was finished with my food and Tristan had finished his fries when I heard the roaring of a bike outside. "Uncle Jakey?" Tristan asked happily, leaving his food as he stood up.

Again, I began recording it. Tristan went to the window and looked outside, trying to see in the dark. I noticed Jake straight away as he parked his bike in the driveway. Then he made his way to the door.

Jake rang the bell and Tristan squealed. He was chanting 'Uncle Jakey' the whole time he tried to open the door. I was recording him the entire time, stifling my laughter. Tristan opened the main door.

He opened the safety door by himself successfully too. I openly laughed as Tristan threw himself on Jake, yelling 'Uncle Jakey!' for the last time. Jake took a few steps backwards, catching Tristan with an 'oof'. I was definitely putting this on Instagram.

I ended the video as Jake carried Tristan inside. "Miss me that much?" he chuckled. "Yeah!" Tristan grinned. "Ooh, do I see chicken nuggets? Are they for me?" Jake asked excitedly, trying to get Tristan to go back to his food so he could say hi to me.

"No! Mine," Tristan screeched, running back to his food. I swear, he was so energetic sometimes. "Hi babe," Jake said, looking at me with a soft smile. "Hey," I smiled back, giving him a small peck on the lips.

"I missed you a lot," Jake whispered to me, putting his arm around my waist as we walked back to the couch. "I've been gone for 4 hours," I chuckled, "But yeah, I missed you too."

Jake and I sat down on the couch. "Uncle Jakey, do you know Ben and Holly?" Tristan asked the grown man, looking up at us with sauce all over his lips. I laughed, sitting next to him on the floor.

I grabbed the tissue Jake handed to me from the nearby tissue box and wiped Tristan's face. "No, buddy, who are they?" Jake grinned at Tristan. "These guys! They're elves and fairies!"

"Really? That's awesome! Who's that man in the blue clothes with that white beard?" Jake asked Tristan. "He's the Wise Old Elf! He's wise, he's old and he's an elf!" Tristan said and pretended to blow a horn.

"Wow, that's awesome." I was watching Jake and Tristan interact with a small smile on my face. Honestly, I would love to start a family with Jake. Jake would be an amazing father. We weren't married, though; I wanted to be married before having kids.

After Tristan was done eating, I took the empty plates to the kitchen while Tristan got up and sat on Jake's lap. I could hear Tristan explaining the show to Jake, who listened patiently to humor him.

I chuckled and cleaned up the plates, keeping them away. I walked out after wiping my hands on the washcloth and sat next to the two boys. We changed the channel and searched for some good movies.

Avengers: Age of Ultron was on one channel. "This one! Captain America!" Tristan squealed, excitedly pointing at the screen. "Alright, kiddo, your call," I chuckled. We watched the movie until it was Tristan's bedtime.

Thankfully for Jake and I, Tristan was very sleepy by the time his bedtime rolled around. "Goodnight, baby," I cooed as I carried Tristan to his bedroom. I helped him brush his teeth and clean up before bed.

When I was about to put the half-asleep baby on his bed, he whined. I brought him away from the bed and he fell silent. I took him near the bed and he whined again. "No!" he sobbed. The third time, he leaked a few tears. I could wait until he was fully asleep…

I took him back outside and Jake muted the TV. "What happened?" he asked, frowning. "Try wouldn't sleep on the bed. I'll wait until he's fully asleep," I whispered to Jake. He nodded.

I sat back down next to Jake and cradled Tristan in my arms. The tiny tot laid his head on my shoulder and I patted him on the back, rocking him until he was out cold. I sighed in relief but as soon as I tried to stand, Tristan whined.

"Oh God," I sighed. When I sat still, Tristan became quiet. I decided to hold him for a while longer, until I was sure he was fully asleep. Jake laid down on the couch, putting his head on my lap. "What am I, a pillow?"

"Yeah. You're comfortable." He smiled at me. "You know, this would be so awesome. You, me, our baby…" he whispered, taking my hand. I held Tristan with one hand as Jake caressed the other one.

"I know, I was thinking about it. But we have to be married for that," I chuckled. "Alright, then. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" Jake asked, sitting up. My breath caught in my throat.

"For real?" I whispered, tearing up. "Yes, Mrs Gyllenhaal," he smiled, tears shining in his own eyes as he took out a ring box from the pocket of his jeans. I nodded gently, trying my best to not wake Tristan up.

"Wait, were you going to propose on our date tonight?"

"I was, yeah."

Jake slipped the beautiful ring on the ring finger of my left hand, leaning in to give me a kiss. "I love you, Mrs Gyllenhaal," he whispered, pulling back. "I love you too, Mr Gyllenhaal," I chuckled.

Jake laid back down on the couch, his head on my lap as he caressed my left hand, kissing the palm, the fingers and the ring. A few minutes later, Jake fell asleep. He had had a busy day.

I smiled softly as I looked at my two precious boys. "I love you two so much," I whispered to myself, kissing Tristan on the head. I stayed up, watching a movie on mute with subtitles until my sister and her husband came home.

"Y/N? Oh my God, thank you so much! Jake's here too, I guess you got that date after all," my sister whispered happily as they stepped into the room. Jake woke up immediately, sitting up.

"Hey Y/S/N, hey [Husband]," he yawned, rubbing his eyes. [Husband] took Tristan from my arms and carried him to his bedroom. "Hold up, Y/N, what's that?" my sister asked as Jake and I stood up. She was looking at my ring.

"Jake proposed an hour ago," I told her and she teared up, smiling broadly. "I'm so happy for you guys! Congratulations!" she grinned, throwing her arms over both of us. Jake and I chuckled.

"[Husband], come here!" Y/S/N called out and he walked out of Tristan's room. "Yeah?" he asked his wife. "Jake and Y/N are getting married!" she told him and he grinned too. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you so much, we should leave now," I said, hugging [Husband]. Jake hugged him too and we walked out of the house. Y/S/N and [Husband] stood at the door until Jake and I got on his bike.

"Bye!" I waved at them and they closed the door as Jake drove away. It was nearly midnight, but our house wasn't far from here. "We have to plan a wedding now," I whispered to Jake.

"We'll make it the best shit ever," he told me and I laughed. "I love you so much, Jake," I whispered to him, kissing his cheek as I wrapped my arms tighter around him. "I love you too, Y/N, so much."

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A/N: Ah, domestic fluff. So cute. Please leave a like!

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slashy-ashy · 3 years

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I think I like Dick so much because I just like vibe with him because I vibe a lot with my older sis, so it’s like she’ll be unapologetically her and I’ll be like “wow thats my oldest sib 🤩” and then I’ll relay what she did and like imagine what if Dick did this or said that🧐 so this is all to say that Dick has picked up roller skating and you can’t tell me that back in the day Dick wouldn’t be hitting the rinks up and it helps that now there’s this resurgence of people going roller skating or blading so this is what has been in my head for a literal year now, Dick Grayson with his own personalized roller skates, but like at first he has some regular ole skates that he just takes to the rink with him but on his birthday Tim’s like “I noticed you’ve been skating a lot so I thought that you’ll love these” and just hands Dick these absolutely beautiful red,green, and gold or some blue,black and gold skates I don’t know I’m leaning towards the blue, but Tim made sure to wrap them up in like this wrapping paper covered in chirping cartoon robins which gets a laugh out of Dick, so after Dick tears off the paper he sees this unassuming box and he starts thinking “oh no, please don’t let this be a prank” and so he flips the lid but the object is covered in some thin paper so he just bites the bullet and rips the paper off. He looks down at the skates and up at Tim, before again looking down at the skates again. Now the rest of the family don’t know what he has right now because Tim made sure to be secretive about his gift, so they’re all thinking some variation of “oh, is this a prank? Is it a good one or a bad one?” But Tim already had his phone out recording so he can see how Dick is unconsciously widening his eyes and how his hands are shaking a bit, so this goes on for three seconds before Tim asks him with a smile in his voice “so...you like them?”

And Dick SHRIEKS and he covers his face with his hands while squirming in his seat, because the minute he got to his apartment he was ‘kidnapped’ by Robin and Black Bat and was taken back to the manor where they forced a birthday hat onto him and sat him at the head of the table and they hadn’t let him get up before singing happy birthday and handing him his gifts, so Dicks like in almost hysterics and screams “I LOVE them!!” Before pulling out the skates and so everybody follows suit and starts feeding off the positive vibes and giving them out, and Dukes like “ aye, I bet you can’t wait to take’em out for a spin” and Dick, still grinning from ear to ear is like “yes I want to go to the rink right NOW” but Tim is like “you still have to open all these other gifts!” And Dick is like yeah your right so he puts the skates right beside him and he’s so happy that when the doorbell rings that surprises them because it was supposed to be only them so who could that be? But Alfred already knows who it is, so he opens the door and in comes Jason looking all cool in his leather jacket and what not so he goes into the dining room along with his family and gives Dick a hug, and Dick’s confused but he welcomes the hug anyway, so when this hug goes on for a while Dick’s confused and asks if Jason’s okay but he just pulls away and says surprise and moves out the way, and Dick’s scream was so LOUD but short too, because in comes Donna, Wally, Roy, Garth, Gar, Vic, Kori, Rachel, even Joey and is that...? Clark, Lois, and Diana!? Oh! And they brought Jon and Konner. And Dick justs sits dumb founded for a minute before covering his mouth, “you said you weren’t be able to make it!” He says shrilly, Roy shrugs a shoulder “ I said that MAYBE I won’t make it, and besides like I need an excuse to come see you” and goes up to hug him and Dick most noticeably has tears in his eyes when he looks at the others, and Roy looks at him with both his eyebrows raises “are you crying right now!?” He asks incredulously, “well what do you expect he OBVIOUSLY wanted me to hug him, now move you didn’t do it right” Roy was then hip checked by Wally and Dick couldn’t help but not laugh at how offended Roy looked, “but seriously dry those tears the fun has barely begun!”

He said before drying Dick’s face, “did you really push me out the way West?” “I told you before and I’ll say it again Harper, he wanted me to hug him, seeing that ugly mug of yours frightened him” he said condescendingly before he went to hug Dick and putting a big show of patting his back and rubbing his hair, even had the gall to add in a couple “there there’s” while he was at it. Dick smiled and pushed Wally off of him “ but really what are you doing here? I thought you guys had plans for tonight” Donna came and pushed Wally out of the way and got an offended “hey” from her actions and a couple chuckles out of Roy “we do” she said pressing a kiss to the crown of Dicks head “ and those plans include taking you out to the rink” and Dick gasped “really?!” “Yeah dude, we called around and did you know that apparently out there is a skating dimension? I mean really, entities love creating dimensions for fun” Wally said, a slice of cake in hand “ so whenever you’re ready you can come take those new wheels out for a spin” and he gasped before diving for the skates beside him “did you guys see them yet! Look at the colors and Tim even got more wheels! Thank you so much Timmy!” Tim laughed “ no problem I’m happy you like them!” He grinned “like them I love them, once I get through all these gifts we’re all going to the skating dimension no if’s ands or buts, I can’t wait to test these puppies out!” Dick said.

And so he open ups the rest of his gifts and they go to the skating dimension and he tears that place up, I mean the place defies the laws of gravity so like imagine that one ride at the fair/carnival that has you lean on the wall and the ride spins so fast that you can stand up perpendicular to the wall, I think it was called the tilt a whirl, or something like that? It looked like an space ship. So anyways Dick skating forwards, backwards, even takes one skate off to do a trick before putting his skate back on and is just living his best life with his friends and family, and it’s even better if he puts on a outfit that closely or is radiating the disco aesthetic, and one thing I love about Dick is out of the many hairstyles and lengths of hair that he rocked you could just pick and chose a style and length so I imagine him with his longer hairstyle and say what you want but I have seen mullets make a comeback so he can either have a mullet or he’s rocking his natural hair which I imagine to either be 2/3 a type of curl pattern. Haaa it feels good to finally get this all down 😌

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solalunar-eclipse · 4 years

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Scars You Can’t See - Chapter 6

Chapter title: Tip of the iceberg

Word count: about 4300 words

WARNING: This chapter contains descriptions of blood and violence.

Author’s Note: I must admit, while I said a couple of chapters ago that this was inspired by Mission:Impossible, that’s by no means the only inspiration for this fic.

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It was the next day after the heist, and the whole team was exhausted. Still, they had to remain on the run, and they all knew that there was still work left to do.

The three had decided to head into the sprawling city of Westopolis. It was a thriving seaside metropolitan area with a big name for tourism- a good place to hide out among the crowds.

They ended up renting a small, lower-level room in a towering hotel made almost entirely out of glass and steel. The receptionist was very reluctant to hand over the keys, clearly expecting Rouge in particular to trash the room and break all the furniture.

“Miss...Ruby, was it?” he asked, arching an eyebrow condescendingly. “I suppose you may stay here, though you must pay for any...damages incurred.”

“Absolutely.” she replied, without the slightest hesitation. Turning on her heel, she walked off with Shadow and Omega in tow, leaving one immensely surprised employee in her wake.

Their room was decently clean and nicely furnished, albeit a little plain and without the excellent views those on the higher floors would receive. Rouge left shortly afterwards to go find a VHS player, leaving the other two alone in the room. Omega remained standing and attempted to curb his impulse to break something simply to spite the receptionist. They didn’t have an unlimited supply of money, after all.

Meanwhile, Shadow simply slumped onto the bed and glowered at the wall. The E-series robot, after a minute of studying him, decided that he was likely tired from the mission yesterday, as well as highly apprehensive about what he would have to do soon.

Omega did not normally give a second thought to the emotional state of most organic life-forms. The large majority of people, to him, were mostly irritating but otherwise of little concern or importance. He remained indifferent to- if slightly perplexed by- their hormonal imbalances and the ‘feelings’ that they produced. It was simply foolish to be ruled by something as fickle as your emotions. (He was aware that he had acted in a manner deemed irrational in the past, but this was due to his programmed goals, not a spur-of-the-moment sensation.)

Shadow was an exception to this rule. Omega viewed him as a person who had fought by his side many a time with impressive skill. Now, the awareness that the hybrid was reduced to a weakened mess simply by the constraints of his organic body was...strange. Omega found that he disliked seeing a talented fighter being laid so low by something as fickle as a few chemically induced sensations.

While the robot would never admit it out loud, Rouge and Shadow were people whom he would defend from any danger or displeasure, no matter what. Although most organics could handle the world just fine on their own, he had decided, these two in particular were talented enough (and their company was enjoyable enough) that he would punch anyone and anything who dared to harm them. And then fire a few missiles at the offending thing for good measure.

This thought process, he decided, explained why he sat down on the bed and proceeded to pick up the dejected hedgehog as though he weighed next to nothing.

“Hey- Omega! Put me down!” Shadow shouted, flailing in surprise and embarrassment as he was lifted into the robot’s arms. He made several grumbling noises upon realizing he was trapped, but ceased the majority of his movements.

“You are still not acting like...you.” Omega said, looking at Shadow thoughtfully. “We are currently attempting to remedy the issue, but it appears that this is more of a long-term solution. What would be an acceptable short-term solution?”

The hybrid rolled his eyes. “There is no ‘short term solution’, Omega. Running from the most dangerous law enforcement in the country tends to make people a little tired. There’s no need to search for a solution, anyway. I am perfectly capable of dealing with this on my own.”

Omega considered how best to proceed. Despite Shadow’s protests, he clearly required aid. And he hadn’t missed the hybrid’s refusal to admit to the effects of his past on his current state. He was never very good at dealing with emotions or stubbornness- that was more Rouge’s strong suit- but Rouge wasn’t here. And he was.

He had been told before that physical contact was often pleasant for organics, when initiated with people that they trusted. And Shadow trusted him, correct?

Thinking for a moment longer, Omega chose to touch the hybrid’s quills in a calming manner. He did so cautiously, ensuring that his sharp fingers would not cause any unwanted harm. Shadow was too caught off guard to protest, his eyes closing within moments as he resigned himself to being pet. As the mechanical creation continued in his repetitive motions, he noticed a quiet noise emanating from somewhere in the room.

Further examination revealed that Shadow was the source of the noise, and that he was purring.

It wasn’t much, just a little rumble in his chest, but something about the indescribable noise made Omega tighten his grip slightly on the small (oh so very small) hedgehog. Despite Shadow’s incredible prowess in battle, he was still reminded in this moment of just how fragile and vulnerable even the most powerful organics were.

Embarrassingly enough, this was when Rouge decided to fling open the door. Shadow snapped out of the daze Omega’s attention had put him in and squirmed as he tried to escape the steel trap that the robot’s arms had created. His effort was too little, too late, however, as Rouge squealed upon seeing the two ‘bonding’. “Awww! You guys! This is so sweet! I swear, I’m getting cavities just by being in the same room as you two.”

Omega glowered at her. “This is not ‘sweet’. I am attempting to…” He trailed off as he realized that what he had been doing did, unfortunately, fall into the category of cute things. “...fine. I was merely aiding Shadow in his moment of emotional distress. There is no need to make such loud shrieking sounds.”

“I’m fine.” the hybrid grumbled sulkily. “Stop worrying about me.”

Rouge shook her head. “Hon, we’re never going to stop worrying about you. That’s pretty much what being friends is about. We care about how you’re feeling.” She tried to wrap her arms around both Shadow and Omega, but resigned herself to the fact that she didn’t by any means have long enough arms for that. Instead, she worked her way into Omega’s hold, smiling warmly at the two of them. “Hugs are good for everyone.” she declared. “That’s just a fact.”

Shadow allowed himself to smile, just a little. “I...appreciate you both doing this for me.” he said quietly.

The E-series robot watched this interaction with a certain amount of...he wasn’t sure what this was called, actually. He was...pleased? Yes, he was pleased to see his two favorite people getting along.

He decided to hold them a little longer as a result.

Rouge sighed after a minute, though, resigned to what came next. “I guess we’ll have to get to the difficult part eventually.” She looked over at the VHS player, before pulling the box of tapes out. “Which day was it again?”

Shadow pointed at a cassette. “That one.” he muttered, staring down at the bedspread.

“Can you not remain in an adjacent room or go somewhere else for the duration of this video?” Omega asked him.

The hedgehog shook his head. “No. No, if we’re putting this out there, I want to know what it looks like.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to us, hon…” Rouge reminded him.

“I need to prove it to myself.” he declared, an air of finality to his words.

Omega stood and plugged the player into the TV set, before putting the tape in. He began to set up the screen, and it seemed to take an eternity before everything was ready to go. Rouge grabbed Shadow’s hand and squeezed it tightly. The robot, on returning to the bed, took his other hand. He took a deep breath.

“Do it.”

Omega pressed play.

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The tape shows a grid of all the security cameras throughout Space Colony ARK. The footage is slightly grainy, but the three can make out vaguely distinguishing features on all of the people.

Omega fast-forwards the video until the moment that the first G.U.N. soldier appears. Shadow holds both their hands tighter.

They watch as the soldiers begin to move through the space station. At first, they don’t cause much alarm- the space colony was funded by G.U.N., after all. Their leader and a couple of others enter the main laboratory and speak to the scientists. After a minute, an alarm goes off.

One of the soldiers fires on the scientist who triggered it, and he sinks to the floor, red pooling around him. All of the other researchers freeze.

Several screens away, a small hedgehog and his sister begin to run.

The space station itself is against them. They were sitting and stargazing on the exact opposite side of the structure from the escape pods. The two have to rush through an endless maze of corridors, avoiding the soldiers throughout it all.

The soldiers are now firing indiscriminately on civilians and government scientists alike, as they are blocking the halls and the soldiers are desperate and violent. The people are only unintentionally in the way, of course- they’re simply fleeing the destruction. None of the researchers knows where Project:Shadow is right now, and the soldiers are frustrated. Every second that slips by is one where they don’t have what they came for.

Clearly, they didn’t come into this situation looking for a peaceful outcome.

Meanwhile, the blond-haired human pauses to catch her breath. She is very sick, after all, and has not run much in her lifetime. The hedgehog looks worried, but remains by her side. He is partly fearful due to her health, after all- and he would never leave her side in such a dangerous situation.

He startles at the first sound of gunshots and begs her to keep moving.Thankfully, she gains a second wind from the adrenaline and they continue to run. Despite the fact that the hedgehog is skating, pulling her along, they are not moving very fast. Not fast enough.

Behind them, the carnage continues.

On the bed, Shadow is crying silently. Rewatching the destruction of his childhood home breaks his heart, and both of his friends can see it. He looks at the desperate hope in the eyes of the hedgehog on the screen (who isn’t that much younger but at the same time so different) and knows what comes next.

He spots an elderly scientist with an instantly recognizable moustache, handcuffed to a railing. The man is one of the few survivors of the massacre. He begs the soldiers to spare his daughter’s life, to bring her back safely. Shadow is startled to hear, among the words, a plea to please remove Project:Shadow alive. To not kill him.

The scientist looks desperate and tells the soldiers that he loves his children. He tells them that he needs to see them again.

His children. Plural.

The sound of crying rings out across the hotel room.

The human girl convinces the hedgehog to get in the escape pod first. He can’t work the controls because he’s a little too short- ‘fun-sized’, she calls it. Besides, it’ll make her feel better. He could never argue with that.

The soldiers arrive. The girl looks back and forth between the pod and the controls. Shadow pinpoints the exact moment, this time, when her expression changes from fearful to resigned. He wishes he hadn’t eaten this morning- his breakfast won’t sit still.

Shadow screams “No!!” as she lunges for the control panel, the word ripping raw from his throat as though he can somehow save her if he just shouts loud enough. He chokes as he hears the gunshots, as he sees her fall. He sees himself clawing at the glass, screaming and crying unintelligible words as Maria speaks her dying wish.

He barely even sees the pod eject, his eyes blurred with tears. Omega pauses the video.

...

Rouge pulls Shadow into her arms. He’s shaking and barely seems to be aware of what’s going on, silent tears trickling down his face as he sits limply in her embrace. She feels him gasping for breath- he can’t quite seem to get the air he needs.

“Breathe, Shadow.” she murmured. “I’m here, I’ve got you. It’s going to be okay, I promise, but all you have to do is breathe.”

He reached out and held her back tightly, clinging to her with enough force to drive some of the air out of her own lungs.

“I’m here for you, Shadow.” Rouge whispered. “Just let me know what you need when you can.”

“I will not go anywhere either.” Omega said, turning his volume down. “You will be safe here with us.”

Shadow gasped for breath one last time before whispering quietly, “You promise?”

“Of course you are.” Rouge rubbed circles on his back comfortingly. “We’ll always watch out for you.”

“Absolutely.” Omega added.

After another few minutes, Shadow began to relax a little, but he made no move to pull back from the bat. “Sorry…” he muttered.

“No, don’t apologize.” Rouge said, her voice strong and warm. “None of this is your fault. None of it. I promise.”

“I shouldn’t be reacting like this.” he growled.

Omega placed a hand on his back. “It is completely normal to react in such a way to traumatic experiences, as a matter of fact- and that is the truth.”

“You’ve seen it now, hon. We’re going to watch the rest of the video, but you just turn your back and lie down, okay?” Rouge offered.

“Okay…” Shadow sighed, too exhausted to fight- and he didn’t really want to, anyway. Both of his friends kept their hands on him as he turned around, and his face relaxed more as he closed his eyes, exhausted from his panic.

“I will mute the sound.” Omega informed him.

…

Mostly, the rest of the video was just filming the cleanup and shutdown of Space Colony ARK. Eventually, once the crews started getting to the lower levels, the cameras were shut down. It seemed that G.U.N. didn’t want anybody to know what happened next.

But there were still five full minutes left of film…

Omega and Rouge shared a look. The bat turned to Shadow and told him that the tape was going to run longer than expected. They’d watch it all the way to the end, even if it was just a black screen.

It turned out that it wasn’t blank at all.

When the camera opened with a new security camera view, Rouge grew tense.

The date says it’s about ten years ago. It’s dark out. The footage shows G.U.N. soldiers standing in the shadows, watching a gathering of people. It looks like someone’s speaking to them from a stage. One of the soldiers gives a signal to the others.

They charge into the crowd without warning. People begin to shout and run as the soldiers move through the crowd, stunning people with batons and taking prisoners left and right.

Amidst the chaos, the speaker begins to film the event. She is grabbed from behind by two soldiers while a third points a gun at her. She appears to talk to them, panic evident in her eyes. The third soldier snatches her phone with one hand and steps on it before shooting it twice. The speaker doesn’t look to be above twenty.

She looks scared. She doesn’t look like a criminal. She looks like an ordinary person.

The tape ends there.

Nobody speaks.

…

“What happened?” Shadow asks, turning over just as Omega switches off the TV. “What is it?”

“I’d have to watch it with the sound on to be sure-” Rouge swallows thickly at the idea- “but it looks like G.U.N. attacked a bunch of innocent citizens.”

Shadow looks shocked. “I thought that was-!”

“Illegal.” Omega says flatly. “That is illegal...and it goes against everything G.U.N. is supposed to stand for.”

“I...I’m going to watch it again.” Rouge said. “I have to know. Shadow, go for a walk, okay?”

He leaves without question.

They watch it again.

Once they’re done, Omega watches as Rouge sits for a minute to process the film, before she rewinds the tape. Squinting at the screen for a moment, she sags slightly when she finds what she was looking for.

The bat walks into the hallway and sees Shadow standing at the end of it, looking out the window. The sunlight frames his strong stance and alert ears. Anyone else would say he looks powerful.

Rouge thinks he looks apprehensive.

“Shadow?” she calls, walking over to him. A twitch of his ear signals his acknowledgement. “There’s more.”

“What is it.” he responds, his voice monotone.

“This took place in Empire City. On United Federation soil. With ordinary people talking about nothing but their ideals. I suspected it the last time, but I had to rewatch it- there’s a couple of background clues in there.” Rouge’s voice shakes.

Shadow shakes his head.

“She was just a girl, Shadow.”

Suddenly, his back straightens. “She?”

Rouge realizes she hadn’t told him this before. “There was a girl, speaking to the crowd. She was a teenager, it looks like.”

Shadow drags her back into the room. He stands there for a solid minute, trying to control his breathing, but has to give up and grabs a pillow, digging his gloved hands into it. He looks like he’s on the verge of tears again. “Is she alive? Did they kill another granddaughter? Another sister, did they-”

“I don’t think she’s dead. There would’ve been a lot of protest if that happened, and the film’s recent enough for me to have heard of it.” the bat said.

“We don’t know that for sure. Rouge, we can’t stop here. Not now. Not when there’s more.”

She exhaled heavily. “I agree. Completely.”

“As do I.” Omega said.

Rouge groaned. “People get away with something awful once and they think they’re invincible. Ugh.”

“Not anymore.” Shadow hissed.

The hybrid realized something, his eyes widening slightly. “Omega. Go call Sonic or Tails. Now.”

Omega came to the same conclusion as him immediately. Without comment, he left the room and descended the stairs to the ground floor. If G.U.N. had visited the two...with that kind of reputation…

He managed to find a public phone in a store a couple of blocks away and dialed Tails’s number.

“Hi! This is Tails speaking!”

“This is E-123 Omega.”

“Omega!?” Tails gasped. The next sentence sounded muffled, as though the microphone was being covered. “Sonic! Omega’s on the phone!”

The robot heard a faint shriek of “What?!” before Tails came back on the line.

“Has G.U.N. visited you at all?” Omega asked, keeping his voice absolutely level. No need to frighten the fox if nothing had happened.

“Actually...yeah.” Tails said, sounding a little tentative. “They didn’t hurt us, but I did have to rescue Sonic.” He proceeded to recount the entire event, from the agents’ arrival to their (reluctant) departure. He also updated Omega on the latest news stories, which were predictable, but still irritating.

The robot did not like Tails’s story though. Not the news, not the agents, and especially not the part with the Taser. However, as much as he would like to fire lots of explosives at all of G.U.N., he decided that it would be best to update the two on his news. “We have found the security files from Space Colony ARK. They prove beyond all doubt that G.U.N. killed many of the inhabitants of said space colony in cold blood, including one Maria Robotnik.”

“That’s great!” Tails exclaimed, before realizing what he’d said. “Uh...relatively speaking.”

“However, one of these files contained excess information. We do not know whether this was on purpose or by accident, but either way, they show soldiers of G.U.N. taking multiple people into custody without giving any reason for their actions. When asked why they were doing this, they gave no reply. Further investigation is necessary, but it seems that they treated ordinary people like enemies of the state. And this was done while the current commander was in charge, according to the date on the security camera files.”

Omega heard Sonic start shouting unintelligibly in the background. Tails responded to him once or twice with a “Yeah” or “Mm-hm”, but suddenly called, “Sonic! Be careful, you’ll break something if you keep up like that!”

The fox turned his attention back to his slightly confused audience. “Sorry, he’s angry and just like roundhouse kicking the air and stuff. Though I think he’d rather be smacking around G.U.N. robots- no offense, by the way.”

“None taken. I am fully aware of my superior status regarding those mindless drones.” Omega scoffed.

“Yo Omega!” he heard Sonic shout from the background. “How’s Shadow doing? Is he there?”

Tails sighed in a rush of static. “Sorry, he’s...kind of rushing around right now so he’s forgetting his manners and isn’t coming to the phone himself, but that’s okay, I guess.”

Omega would have smirked, had he been built with the necessary components to do so. As it was, he simply answered, “Shadow is not here. He has been...struggling with the combined knowledge that G.U.N. is even worse than we realized and rewatching his sister’s death. In respect to his privacy, I will not say more.”

Tails relayed this information over to Sonic, who sounded sad. “Oh...aw, man. Hey, can you tell Omega to let him know I miss him?”

The fox seemed upset by this news at first, but then he giggled. “Did you hear that, Omega? Sonic really misses Shadow and he wants him to know, isn’t that cute?”

“Absolutely.” the robot agreed, fully aware of what Tails was trying to do.

About two milliseconds later, Sonic roared, “I meant RACING him, Tails! Stop ASSUMING THINGS!!”

Tails laughed again, the wickedness of it obvious this time. Suddenly, Omega heard a loud clatter, and then the crackle of someone picking up the phone. “Sorry, Omega,” Sonic hissed into the speaker, “It’s been nice talking but I have a fox to launch into the sun. Gottagobye!”

Omega walked back to the hotel, pleased that Tails and Sonic seemed to be doing alright. (He wasn’t as worried about Knuckles, he was basically unreachable by anyone. The echidna would be fine.)

When the robot neared his hotel room, he heard loud voices. It seemed that Rouge and Shadow were participating in something he remembered was called ‘venting’, in which they were able to express their feelings without producing any significant action plans. He believed that its purpose was to release emotional tension, and it was sometimes good for them. It was also a very fun activity when he was the one allowed to rant.

“I know, right?! I mean- who do they even- oh, hi Omega!” Rouge exclaimed when he returned, smoothing down her hair from its slightly messy state.

“Greetings. I have learned Tails and Sonic are both alive, healthy, and generally safe. Shadow, Sonic wished for me to inform you that he misses you and would like to race you again at some point in the future.”

Shadow smiled faintly. “That’s nice to hear.”

“I know, right?” Rouge sighed. “Finally, some good news.”

“Although.” Omega added.

Rouge covered Shadow’s ears and then proceeded to say a series of very rude words that Omega could never repeat around Tails. The hybrid waved his hand at her once she was done, muttering something unhappily about not being a little kid.

“G.U.N. did visit them.” the robot said.

“And?” Rouge asked.

“And Sonic was very close to being on the wrong end of a Taser.”

A hint of gold flickered behind Shadow’s brown contacts. “They. Did. Not.”

“They did. But Tails rescued him, so do not destroy the room.” Omega informed him.

Chaos energy still sparked slightly between the hybrid’s fingers. “Who did it.”

Omega decided after a moment of thought that Shadow was unlikely to blow up the room or cause other serious damage and spoke. “A barn owl by the name of Agent Toya.”

“I knew her...she was always pretty quiet. And intense.” Rouge said. “I’d like to get you a meeting with her sometime.”

Shadow smirked darkly, before sighing and falling back onto the bed. “Ugh. I’m too tired to spear her right now.”

Rouge walked over to the window for a minute and looked out, before spinning back around, her eyes bright. “What we need-” she declared, pulling Shadow off the bed and grabbing Omega’s arm with her other hand- “is to go out to a park or something, grab some food, and make fun of all the rich people with their expensive condos and million-dollar handbags. We can listen in on all the hot gossip too. How’s that for an idea?”

Omega was pleased with this idea. “I will taunt all of the people who think they have nice cars. Ours are far superior to their puny vehicles.”

Shadow smirked. “Only if I get to have a lemon iced tea.”

“You could get literally anything and you choose lemon iced tea, but fine. I’ll grab lunch and get you your ye olde drinke while I’m at it, mister 50s.” Rouge rolled her eyes, but she was only joking and he knew it.

“Shut up.” he huffed, swatting at her as they walked out of the hotel.

Rouge cackled so hard she had to sit on Omega’s shoulder for a while to catch her breath. Once she was finished, she grinned down at him. “Feeling better?”

Shadow’s expression briefly darkened, and Rouge regretted saying anything. But then, he seemed to seriously consider her question. “Yeah.” he said quietly, allowing his mouth to twitch up into the faintest hint of a real smile. “Yeah, I am.”

#scars you can't see #sycs #team dark #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e 123 omega #i feel like this fic is 50% serious issues and 50% nice team dark interactions #does that come off as weird or ok? just curious #omega is very protective of his friends #on another note #when i started writing the first flashback i actually got a little apprehensive myself #it was...interesting.#sol’s fanfiction

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infraaa · 3 years

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On a peaceful Saturday morning, the three stooges some of the most popular men within Nanjing University share a morning together they thought they never would. As they thought they would spend their time tranquilly, they notice that the newbies have gotten themselves in trouble again.

“Hey, Gao. Good morning.”

Song Yu walked into the kitchen of their suite style dorm quite gracefully for a morning as early as this one. His dark brown hair, up in a bun, his eyes as dark as the blue sea at night. He made himself a cup of tea before sitting at the table that his roommate, Gao Changgong, otherwise known as the ever so strong Prince Gao was sitting. The captain of the men’s athlete club, he partook in track and field every week, as well as fencing and boxing. He was reading a novel, drinking his morning coffee and sighing through his nose. “We actually picked up the newspaper today, and we thought you might want to take a look at it.” Gao looked up from his book and raised his thick eyebrows, slim brown eyes blinking. He snorted through his nose, taking a sip of his black coffee before going back to his novel. “And why would I want to anger myself on purpose at seven in the morning?” Song Yu chortled and started to flip through the pages of their school newspaper, taking a drink of his dark tea in the process.

“Don’t be like that, come on,” Song Yu smiled as he continued to scan the monochrome pages, “there’s actually some interesting stories that the Newspaper Team organizes. I think it’s cool how they have the capacity to just walk up to people and start interviewing them like it’s just a casual thing.” “And the one that says that is a social butterfly.” Gao mocked, causing his friend’s eyes to dart upward. “Hey I may be good at parties, but it’s not like I can just waltz up to people and start a conversation.” The two college students heard a dark laugh emanate from the hallway that lead to one of the bedrooms. Out walked the other member of the dormitory, already dressed, hair neatly brushed. “Oi, redhead!” Gao chanted out as he saw his roommate make himself a cup of coffee. He took out an AirPod that he had in his ear and shot Gao a look. “Not this morning, please,” he started as he took his place at the table, “but yes, you made a point, Song. You’re shy but not that shy.” He chuckled and drank his coffee.

For a few minutes, they sat in silence, enjoying the peacefulness of the morning that they were sharing. Occasionally, Pan’An would change the song that would be playing in his solitary AirPod and quietly bop to himself as he checked his Facebook. There wasn’t many mornings where they could spend time together, as Pan’An’s only off day was Saturday and both Song Yu and Gao worked seven days a week. Vacation time was always an angel to those two.

However, something else was going on this lovely morning.

“Leave my cousin alone! She did nothing wrong!” Lin Yao cried as he hugged his confused cousin in his arm. She turned to face him with reddened eyes and a red mark across her face. Lin Ruo, the woman in question, looked at the three women standing in front of them; the Vice Presidents of the Student Body Council— Nian Suyan, Xiao Lianyi, and Miss Peace. Once again, the little freshmen have gotten themselves back into another surreptitious romp. Yao took out his phone, sneakily tracing it out from out of his pocket behind his back. Nian saw this movement of his and laughed. “Silly freshman! Do you honestly think you can stand up for your “cousin?” She mocked, quite sickly. “If anything,” Xiao started, crossing her arms, “she broke the rules of the University and deserves to be penalized.” She started to fume at her own words. “Now, calm down. Relax, start breathing.” Miss Peace actively tried to mediate the situation, however, she was just doing it to seem like a good person— she was just as bad as her protege and her group leader of sorts. “What did she even do?” Lin Yao asked as he took his phone and put it in his cousin’s pocket. “She offended the council. She offended Mu Lingchen, the supreme leader!” Nian boomed, her voice reaching the universities’ heights. While she boomed on and on about how she believed Lin Ruo was a bad person, Lin Yao took his phone and immediately started to type once he unlocked it. He knew exactly who to contact at this point.

“Help us, please..! North Plaza, Nian is trying to be fake again. I know you can be here for us, right? Please tell me we can trust you. 😰”

“How many times have I told you that you can in fact trust me? When I show up, they’ll grow quiet. Count on that.”

“Who are you texting? You know it’s rather impolite to be distracted while someone is talking to you, young man.” Xiao said condescendingly. He turned his phone off and snickered, “well it’s also rather impolite to be nosy in other people’s cellphones, is it not?” Xiao glared Lin Yao down, her pupils shrinking in anger. “Enough of this nonsensical talk!” Nian interrupted,” we know that she is guilty! Fess up, Lin Ruo, or you will face the consequences of the Student Body Council.” Lin Ruo gulped and pried free from her cousin’s hold. She held a finger up to her chin, like a little thinking fish, deep in thought in a sea full of sharks. “I honestly don’t know what I did wrong, and if I said something offensive, I didn’t know that it was or it just slipped out in conversation. We all say things we don’t mean and even if I said it I didn’t mean it. I don’t recall saying anything offensive, nor do I recall ever offending you three, so if you could please cut me some—“ “Hah! Liar!” Nian interjected, interrupting Lin Ruo mid sentence as she stumbled back against her cousin’s chest.

Suddenly, Lin Yao felt a little colder. Not because of the breeze, but because of the sudden chill in the environment. He felt his red headed friend walk up by him, to the triplet’s dismay, it’s someone they didn’t want to see right now. All the sudden, it was them that looked so tiny, sharks shrinking down to sucker fish in the company of a whale shark.

“Pan’An, please be gentle.” Lin Yao whispered. He only smirked as he eyed the three women in front of them, almost with a predatory glance. “Out here causing trouble again?” He asked darkly, letting the tenor in his voice come out. Xiao put her head down, Nian put her hand in front of her chest as her eyes widened, and Miss Peace averted her gaze as she felt her cheeks redden and heat up. “No, Pan’An. No… no we aren’t,” She cleared her throat as she continued to speak, trying to avoid the lump that formed, “But she—“ “But she what? What did she do? More specifically, what did she do to you? Or the lot of you for that matter?” He bit through her words like butter, seeing through her instantly. “Nian, be gentle, be polite. Is this the person behind the curtain that’s helping run the Student Body Council? The person that people look up to?” Song Yu and Gao followed slowly from behind the trees of the courtyard. Song just laughed playfully, “Look! The vixens of the Student Body Council..! You’re out to play again, huh?” The three women just shrunk in embarrassment as they felt the eyes of the most handsome men in the school beating down on them like hammers and nails. Pan’An smiled almost sadistically as he adjusted his golden glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, when will you three learn your lesson?~” Pan’An chirped, mocking them, “I’m sure that Mu would love to hear about this—“ “No! No, no, no no no!” Miss Peace intervened, “you don’t have to tell him, we’ll… we’ll..” Before she could finish, she felt her arm being dragged along by Xiao, right alongside Nian, as they forcefully retreated.

“H… How..?” Lin Ruo whispered under her breath, being taken by Pan’An and his group. The wind blew against his light pink cardigan beautifully, making him look like an emperor. His protege turned to face Lin Ruo and put a hand to her shoulder. “Hey, you must be Lin Ruo. Yao’s cousin, right? I’ve heard plenty about you. I’m Song Yu, by the way.” He crossed his arms, disheveling the white tufts of faux fur on his leather jacket. Her eyes sparked as they looked into the darkness that resided within Song Yu’s dark blue eyes— reminiscent of the dark side of the moon. In her mind, he looked to be straight out of a shounen jump magazine. She only nodded as an answer, she was too flustered to speak. Lin Yao laughed at his cousin. “It really seems that you three live up to your reputation quite heavily.” Song Yu let out a nervous chuckle, “Oh yeah, yeah we do. You should talk to Pan though, I mean, he’s got stalkers, I’m pretty sure.” He turned his head back to look at the group behind him, nodding. Eyes similar to ice pierced Lin Ruo’s eyes of brown. “It can be rather inconvenient.” He whispered. She felt his voice go into her ear even though he wasn’t close to her.

“Thank you, Pan’An. You’re proving yourself to me every step of the way, ya know?” He raised his crimson eyebrows and walked towards Lin Yao, playfully patting his shoulder. “Hey, I’m still your senior. Remember that, yeah?” He shyly nodded. “Sorry about that”

#royal chaos modern au #royal chaos #modern au #infrawrites

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redstainedsocks · 4 years

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The Break In - Part 1

Warnings: box boy universe, pet whump, violene, beatings, head injuries, blood, victim blaming/treating victim like the perpetrator of a crime, bad language. These are just not the good people they claim to be...

Tag List: @haro-whumps @theycomeinthrees @whumpthisway @samanddeaninpanties @teachunks @draganies @pepperonyscience @whump-it @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @untilthepainstarts @galaxywhump @kiretto-laorentze (let me know if you want to be added or if I missed you accidentally!)

Word Count: 2k

It was lunchtime. Emile had stepped out to purchase his own food. The front door was locked. The pets on display had been given their water. Kit sat in the back and breathed in the silence, let his eyes slip closed and enjoyed the still peacefulness where nobody wanted anything from him; where he didn’t have to perform or model perfect behaviour, or take care of anything. He could just be.

The air was almost musty and cloying in the back on sunny days where the heat got trapped between the shelving and the thick walls of soundproofing that kept the pet store isolated from the shops either side. It was stifling on days when he felt trapped. But right then, free of expectations, it just smelled like home. He hated that he thought that, but it didn’t stop it being true. He breathed it in and found it filled him with calm, bolstered his resolve to work eagerly for the remainder of the day so he could rest easy again once evening came.

A shattering of glass broke his reverie, pulled him sharply back to the present as his heart thudded in his chest with surprise. He got up, alert and straining up onto his toes, before he hurried to the front of the shop wondering what pet had messed up now and was going to get them all in trouble. He flew through the doorway, and pulled up short at finding several black-clothed bodies filling what should have been an empty shop. They all turned to him at once, and they all had scarves covering their mouths and noses.

“H-hey, you… we’re closed. I’m sorry, you,” he straightened his spine and tried to look in control, but faced with so many people he didn’t stand a chance— he wasn’t the one to give orders. If someone told him to kneel, or to help them, or insisted he serve them to pick out purchases, how was he supposed to say no? “I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

He flicked his eyes from person to person, looking for someone who had heard him and listened. They glanced at each other, and then he felt every pair of eyes slide down his neck to his collar. They all let out a sigh of relief and that set him on edge more than anything. What did they expect? Did they think he was the owner, or that he worked here? Did they not expect pets in a pet store?

The person nearest him stepped closer and he saw that their eyes crinkled in kindness, but also that their fists clenched and their posture was stiff like everything in them was pulled taut. “Hi, don’t worry, we’re here to help.”

“Umm, okay. What can… what can I help you with?” He narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him when all he got in response was a soft little laugh.

“No, we’re here to help you.”

“Hurry up will you, get them all up!” Said a slightly slurred voice from one of the others.

“I can’t—I can’t help you make purchases right now, I’m afraid. They’re… they’re not for sale when the shop is closed for lunch. You’ll have to come back later… please.”

“Hey look at me,” said the man who was inching closer to Kit.

Kit backed up a step. He ended up squeezing past the man, pressed to the wall, and his eyes saw the smashed front door—where the sound of breaking glass must have come from. “My Owner isn’t here, please wait outside,” he said in a small voice, unsure how to get through to this many people at once. There were four of them, and another stood outside the door blocking the view of the smashed glass pane.

There was a hissing sound and Kit tried to look around frantically as he smelled the acrid scent of metallic paint and aerosol. Someone was spray painting on the far wall and he cried out in alarm. He might get blamed for that, blamed for not stopping it.

“Hey!” The man snapped his fingers in Kit’s face and he recoiled. “We’re here to help, we’re getting you out. Come on.” A rough grip circled vice-like around his upper arm. “I know it’s overwhelming but it’s going to be okay.”

“Out? No, I can’t go out!” he tried to wrench himself free and found his other hand gathered up until the man could hold both his wrists in one of his own hands. “Stop, please.”

He’d been so focused on his own predicament he hadn’t noticed that all of the other pets had been cajoled off their stands, urged to their feet. They stood in pairs, each guided by a singular person. They looked frightened, they looked to Kit for instruction, all eyes on him at once. An entire roomful—four people, six pets, all looking at him.

Anxiety and then anger rose in his chest, he puffed himself up and ripped his hands free with a wince. “Get away from them!”

He might not have found a voice to stand up for himself, but he wouldn’t let the others be hurt. “They have to stay where they are! Don’t touch them.” He hissed as one person—longer hair sticking out under the scarf wrapped around their face—pulled two pets close with arms around their shoulders.

The man in front of Kit sneered, pulled his scarf down and shoved Kit into the wall. “So that’s how it is, is it? You can’t really care about them or you’d see we’re trying to help.”

“He’s probably not even a pet, or he became one willingly,” one of the other people spoke up, scorn laced his words and Kit winced at the harsh tone.

“I am, I’m… I have to look after them. Wait, what are you doing?” He asked, panicked, as they began herding the pets around to the other side of the counter. He made a move towards them, and got pushed back against the wall.

“Fucking scum, helping them be kept here and sold,” one of the people said and spat in Kit’s direction. But that was what he was for, that’s why Emile had bought him and kept him, to care for them. Why was that wrong?

“That what it is, little guy, you keeping them here even if they want to leave? Piece of shit.”

He attempted to back up, blocked by the solid wall behind him, banged his elbow painfully and went still as the man in front of him slapped a hand beside his head to stop him ducking away.

“Stop, please stop. What do you want?”

“Give him another chance, maybe he’s just scared.” Someone spoke up.

“You gonna come with us? You can, we might have to keep you in line so you don’t mess with our plan, but we can get you out.” The man raised his eyebrows, waiting for Kit’s answer.

He gulped and looked down at his ankle. He wanted to go with the pets, he did, but he wasn’t allowed to leave. The ankle monitor alerted Emile if he stepped off the premises, it’s how he could be left here all alone so much of the time. The man followed his eyes and sighed. “That gonna track you?”

He nodded, trepidation running through his nerves, setting everything alight.

“See, he’s just a pet like the others.” The woman said, not unkindly but condescendingly.

“We can get it off, get the shears,” someone else said.

“No, don’t, I’ll get into trouble.” he tried to inch away but the glare of the man hemming him in pinned him back in place.

“Is that all you care about, getting into trouble?”

“No, just…” his annoyance grew, slightly, as he butted up against his need to explain his function, his purpose, to people who didn’t ever get it. “I can’t take care of them if I’m in trouble.”

“Oh so the big man does care.” The guy rolled his eyes. “Fucking obstacle in our path you know that? This was supposed to be fucking easy you little shit, now I gotta deal with you.”

Kit went wide eyed and felt afraid until he saw the fear in the eyes of the pets who were trying so hard to resist being urged out to the back of the shop. “Stop, you can’t take them!”

No one listened, they all kept moving around him. He muscled forward, pushed past the person blocking him in and tried to grab for the hand of one of the pets.

“Hey, stop it! Stand right there!” someone yelled at him.

He didn’t listen but it was all happening too fast, too many people, there were crashes and bangs, things were being destroyed and—

A fist struck him across the face and his head whipped to the side. He grunted as he found his bearings and danced back on his toes. He avoided another swing but someone came up behind him and grabbed him around the neck, hauled him backwards by the shoulders until he stumbled. The unwelcome grip let him go just so the man in front could shove him; he collided with the wall head first, a crack that reverberated through his skull. His vision swam, eyes roaming across the room in a whirl as the pets were hurried out through the back one at a time.

Another punch caught him in the stomach and he doubled over, the pain from his head finally registering at the same time the ache radiated out from his midriff.

“Stop,” he slurred, tried again. “Stop, please don’t hurt them.”

“That’s laughable coming from you.” More hits and punches rained down and he grunted with each strike.

“Do what they say,” he cried out weakly, hoping at least one pet would hear and pass along his message to the others. Hoping they were aware enough to go along quietly now that he couldn’t help them. “Just… do what they say.”

He dropped to his knees with one hand trying to shield his head, the other braced on the floor and a boot ground down on his fingers until he screeched in pain.

“Kit!” He saw the last two pets reaching for him as hands dragged them away until a kick winded him and he sprawled sideways. Another well aimed kick caught him on the brow and everything went white for a few seconds.

People ran back and forth past him as he laid on the ground. He heard more smashing, laughter, saw the products from the shelves strewn across the ground as the entire shop seemed to be thrown about in disarray. No one was careful as they ran past him— or perhaps they moved too close to him on purpose, he couldn’t be sure. He was trodden on and scuffed by shoes, knocked into and he curled up, trying to make a smaller target.

It was quick, really, but the seconds dragged on and on. When, finally, things calmed again a hand gripped his chin and forced him to look up before the owner of the hand wound up for one last strike. The punch hit him across the nose and he felt the instant warmth of blood seeping over his lips. His breaths came harsh through his open, panting mouth, past the metallic tang of his own blood.

“Think we care that you’re hurt? We don’t. We care about the people you’ve hurt, this is just what you get for being part of the system.”

He was shoved back to the floor and he laid there, dazed, furious, terrified. Pain engulfed him, pain that he hadn’t known in so long — was it training he was remembering, or something else, something from before? — and he sank down into it, helpless to know what else to do. He heard the distant sounds of the backdoor opening and closing, of footsteps running away from him. He tried to move, and the room spun. He tried to breathe more deeply and it hurt around his ribs and his nose just wouldn’t stop bleeding. He crawled forwards on his elbows towards the till, towards a phone that might call for help, winced at the pain that radiated up from his funny bone and almost passed out when he couldn’t get enough air and everything tilted.

There were sounds coming in through the front door, and a warm breeze. The door swung on its hinges over the tinkle of broken glass. Someone gasped. Kit cringed, curled up until his forehead touched the floor and tried not to cry about the punishment he’d get for allowing all of this to happen.

“I think someone is hurt in there, we need to get help!”

Someone call Emile, he thought desperately. Or Libby. Someone I know, please.

“Someone call 911!”

Police, of course. Property had been damaged. Stolen. Someone would have to make this right. He just hoped it wouldn’t be him who paid the price.

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