#anyways not that I actually expect it to happen but I would lose my shit if the new series ended up pulling a rebellion on us

[tomi-toybox]

Crazy how both of these characters have to deal with the specific grief of losing the person they love via them ascending to godhood.

[our-lady-of-mcr]

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[sweetnans]

Chaotic fem. reader/Best friend Bakugo

"I'm ready to be a mother," you stated out of nothing.

Bakugo was obviously taken back by your comment.

"Did you see something on tiktok that made you think that?" he looked at you while you kept scrolling in your phone. "You need a partner to procreate dumbass,"

"I know I need a man to procreate, but I thought that you could help me on that one," you bit your nails, showing less interest than a rock.

He left his phone aside so he could analyze you properly if you were talking seriously or not.

"I'm not going to introduce you to my side kick, He's like twenty," he tested.

"Twenty??? I'm almost twenty eight, that's still a reasonable age gap, " you gasped because his side kick didn't look like he was twenty. You thought that he would at least be twenty-three.

"No it's not"

After almost ten years of being friends, Bakugo was so used to your shit. The time that you wanted to go surfing? He laughed at your face when you didn't make it to the ocean because you were afraid of sharks. What about the time when you wanted a hamster? He said no, but you got it anyway, so when you lost it, obviously, he gave you shit about it, but after that, he was on all four looking for your little pet in the dorms.

"Fine." That wasn't your main goal, so you let it go. "Actually, I was thinking of you doing a quick hand job in my bathroom and giving me your sperm"

The silence between the two of you couldn't be more unbearable. Bakugo's eyes twisted in your direction while his cheeks were slowly growing a clear shade of rose.

"What? No!"

He was absolutely losing it. The impact of your sayings got him standing from his seat, almost panting. You and him? In his best dreams, but you didn't need to know about his secret intentions.

"Think about it. It's a great idea." You stepped out of your couch and went to his side.

"How are you going to explain that your kid has similar features with your best friend?" he flinched when you approached him. You were so close that your scent invaded him whole.

Bakugo was trying with all his heart and mind to think logically, but you, your body next to him, and your puppy eyes were making it so hard, in both ways.

"I don't know, and I don't care, I'll run away from the country, and you'll never see us again"

You were one of the best students from UA, right after him and Yaoyorozu, but right now, he was doubting if it was just an act.

"That's so clever." he rolled his eyes at you and walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, hoping that you would drop the subject and hop onto another like getting a bunny or going sky diving.

"I know, right? Now go in there, do the nasty job, and I'll put it inside of me, I'll even turn my body upside down so it sticks, " you jolted in joy, missing his usual sarcasm.

He almost spilled the water from his mouth to your face.

"Who the fuck told you that?" he spated obnoxiously.

"Kaminari," you shrugged.

"Are you even listening to yourself!?"

When he thought that that couldn't get any worse, you named the only person who could make him go crazy just by opening his mouth.

"I'm desperate. It made sense when he told me"

He could believe anything at this point. He was actually thinking that he was dead because what was happening between you two was a complete nonsense.

"So you are telling me this is something you've had in mind for a while?

You simply nodded, and he stayed quiet, considering everything you said. He wasn't looking for anything serious because of you. He passed for all seven stages of grief when he realized that he was in love with you and your silliness, so he decided long ago that he wouldn't date anyone because he wasn't interested in anyone but you.

"I know that look on your face," you smiled and danced around the kitchen.

You weren't looking for anyone either. Having Bakugo as a male figure in your life left the bar very high for others to match. They didn't meet your expectations anymore like Bakugo did, always by your side, laughing at your bad jokes and giving you his hand when you most needed, buying food and cooking for you, he has even bought you flowers for half a decade on valentine's day, a large bouquet of red roses every year since then.

"I'll do it," he told you, and you jumped excited on him. He grabbed you by your thighs, catching you on the fly. "Two conditions"

"Yeah, just name it," you batted your eyes at him.

"I'll take you on a proper date first, and you won't run away with my kid, got it?"

Bakugo thought that he was only doing you a favor, but he never saw coming that it only took one date to make you fall for him in the way he always wanted.

[kuiinncedes]

ahhhhh

[zan0tix]

Any general thoughts on/relating to the Brobot?

Have my half awake scrawlings...

I really love the brobot!!!! People really misconstrue it and also leave it out in a lot of dirkjake talk? Its a big player in not only how dirk expresses his affection/desire towards jake but also in their multi year spanning unspoken game of gay chicken 😭😭(all of dirks splinters are but Not about them rn)

It was sent yknow under the pretense that jake loves wrestling and wished so bad to have somebody he could wrestle with. But at the same time it protects jake from the horrors of hellmurder island (seen before they strife), pushing jake into the Damsel in distress role he wasnt expecting to play even before all the shit in the game, with Dirk being his hero.

Jake says he keeps it on a high difficulty because apparently in the Novice mode he says their interactions become "too tender" and doesnt want to elaborate, Friendly reminder! His convo with jane on the SAME DAY dirk pulled off that big romantic overture and the kiss happens and him and dirk begin "dating".. is the same day he asked jane if it didnt make him weird for wanting to date dirk. And he also says hed joke around with dirk about how theyd soo make a great couple if dirk were a girl haha.

I imagine the brobot and well. Getting physical like that with a robot that supposedly looks like dirk probably gave jake his internal gay awakening at 13 but he just never wanted to actually confront it and instead just wanted to brush past everything 😭😭 (See: every single time sexuality or romance comes up in relation to jake he is literally always thinking about dirk somehow and he never directly talks about his attraction to men or how that reflects/contradicts on his self image of the Movie Star Hero guy)

and jake doesnt actually hate the thing either, he tells jane he thinks it genuinely did improve his fighting capabilities (Which we see it did in collide! he beat basically the whole felt with guns and fisticuffs alone, no hope powers.) Which serves as a pretty evident parallel to dave who also is good at fighting, even if he doesnt want to be. (see dirk + dave convo)

This one comes from hussies authors notes in the aradiabot and equius scene (which equius imagery being invoked with dirk. something i could totally rant about another time haha) but yeah. Jake was being selfish asshat in that log forcing jane into a corner and wringing what he wanted to hear out of her, and also not giving a shit about the brobot (Which served as his protector and only other semblance of human connection since he was 13 and was a BIRTHDAY GIFT FROM DIRK) KILLING ITSELF? But hes so preoccupied talking about dirk. THE REAL DIRK. And immediately after jake loses the dirk splinter that protected him, HE (AND DIRK) CREATE A NEW ONE FOR HIMSELF USING THEIR COMBINED POWERS/?

Hussie is lying.. somebody Does care about dirks feelings. a whole lot to the point they activate their powers unwittingly Because of it. and its jake. but jake just cant admit that himself. (He cannot admit his real feelings until given permission to, dirk would have to concede the game of gay chicken first using his words and not just actions)

ANYWAY. hussie is so right its so easy to get sidetracked times one million talking about this comic. BUT AHH!! BROBOT. his existence.. tragic.. Jakes really smart in knowing that all of dirks splinters enlighten aspects of himself he doesnt oft share, and the brobot served as another dirk action on the pile of dirk actions he engineers to signify his deep immense care for jake, where he lets these grand gestures and implications sit out in the open without ever actually saying what they mean and where his feelings lay.

EVEN IF ITS SUPER OBVIOUS. The d man cant use his big boy words to actually describe his feelings despite how much a yaps! so jake doesnt know if hes even allowed to say anything about his own. Fellas: Is it gay if you labour for supposedly an extended period of time to create a custom robot in your own image to ship in pieces to your best bro guy crush who is HUNDREDS OF YEARS IN THE PAST because you cant be there yourself?

I think this hal message says enough about how bad dirk wished he could visit jake 💀💀

[obsessedwrhys]

The Seven and The Boys with forced supe reader(like Billy’s little sister as revenge for billy and the boys constantly causing problems)

Rouge powers reader————powers turn on and off randomly

can absorb life forces and powers(which they can steal(albeit accidentally))

Very stubborn and sarcastic just like her brother

Home lander is probably extra yandere for tons of reasons and keeps the reader in a glass room(enclosure or whatever)(think a zoo exhibit or big aquarium tank without water—— that one room from You or the glass apartment In Supernova for the kid with the same sort of powers)so that he can see his pet/prize/whatever tf he plans to do with them

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I keep seeing this as a full blown fic in my mind but I don’t have the skills to pull it off so I’d like to see other people’s takes on the idea!

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Boys x Rogue!Reader

ᯓ★ I read your req and I'm intrigued so this is my attempt on it, hope it meets your expectations. This is like a full on story lol (angst, gore, death, killing, looooots of cursing like I'm not even exaggerating, homelander being homelander, some fluff at the end?)

Parts: 2

With your brother's reputation, it's hard to ever live your whole life without the constant need to look over the shoulder. You always liked to tell yourself that after cutting ties with him, it will ensure you your safety, but those words were nothing more than just lies.

Losing Becca changed him completely. You could still recall the last time you spoke to him, the talk regarding your concern escalating into a heated argument.

"I'm telling you! You have no chance against a literal superpowered person! You'll get yourself killed!" You raised your voice, standing on the other side of the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, but this ain't a life worth livin' for anyways" He brushed your words off like he usually does. You watch in disbelief as he pours himself alcohol.

"Fuck you. You're such an asshole..." You said and he nods at you as he lifts his glass up.

"I'll drink to that" You scoff when he actually drank from his cup, the sound of him sipping ticking you off.

"Okay, fine, get yourself killed! But I won't stand to be here when it happens. I want you out of my life. I never wanna see you. I never even want to hear from you again! You're... you're..." You gasp as you start to sob. He turns to you, nothing but a blank expression on his face.

"Hey... take it easy—"

"No! Don't you fucking tell me to take this shit easy when you just admit to me that you're willing to throw away your life for some blonde american supe! You are a shitty brother! You're just like dad!"

"Don't you fuckin' compare me to that cunt!"

"I fucking said what I said!"

"Fuck you!"

"FUCK YOU!!"

The sound of your heavy breathing filled the kitchen. You could feel your chest rising and falling, your face burning from the overwhelming anger. Butcher sighs at the sight of you as he looks away with his eyes closed.

"You don't know half the things I know sis... you have to understand..."

"No... don't bother telling me. I already know that you'll never change..." You grabbed your things and before he could stop you, you left the house, slamming the door while you were at it.

For the next 8 years, you would find yourself living somehow a happier life. Making friends, going through relationships and heartbreaks, getting multiple jobs to pay for your apartment. It was like an ocean wave since it was never steady but you couldn't deny you've never felt more alive.

However, even on these good days, there were nights you'd find yourself waking up to nightmares. Nightmares of your brother dying. Nightmares of being abandoned. It always left you covered in cold sweats and sometimes you couldn't go back to sleep so you'd just sit by the window or watch some videos online to keep your mind off it.

Even though you convince yourself you were happier.

You never felt secure.

You always felt like something was out to get you.

Especially after you saw the news of him theorised to have killed the senior vice president working at Vought. You couldn't bother to remember her name cause the image of your brother was hauntingly enough. That's when you realised, if they were after him, what if they were also after you?

You stood at the counter of the restaurant you worked at. The job was new as you interviewed for the role of the cashier. Though all these days of dealing with rude customers and having to force a smile is making you want to rethink a different job. Just then, the door to the restaurant opens.

"Welcome!" You said as cheerfully as you can. Instead of searching for a table to sit, the customer approaches you.

"I'm sorry but where's the restroom? I really need to go" The customer spoke, he was wearing an awfully lots of layers, even shades indoors.

"It's just at the back to the right, there's a huge sign, it's hard to miss it" You smiled and the customer stares at you for a while before nodding.

"Thank you"

Finally, he leaves and you couldn't help but be relieved. Why were you holding your breath in the first place? After a couple more hours of standing around and smiling, your shift was done. You did your daily duties and cleaned up the place, making sure it was clean before you leave.

"Bye (Y/N)! Don't forget about our hangout this Friday night!" Your friend spoke as she leaves first.

"Trust me I'm looking forward to it!" You replied before heading to the back of the building to throw the trash away.

You were on your way to the huge bins until you felt the trash bag become lighter. You stare down and was annoyed the second you saw that the bag had tore. It's settled, you're getting a new job after you get your salary. You crouched down and tried to think of ways to solve the issue.

Once you stood up, you felt a sharp pain on your neck. Before you could even do anything to find the source of the pain, you collapsed. The last thing you could feel before becoming unconscious was the touch of someone catching you.

....

"Will it work?"

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"We've only tested on rats. We're not sure sir"

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"Do I have to rephrase? If she dies, you fucking die with her, you understand?"

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"Yes sir"

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"Good. Now do what you're only good for, you fucking worthless piece of shit"

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Lights... knives... syringes... you slowly awoke on the floor as faint images of what you would recall as a memory began flashing in your head. Did that happen? It felt real. You opened your eyes and blinked a couple of time to register the room you were in.

You were... in a cage?

You looked around, the walls and floors made of white marbles which made it cold when your skin made contact with it. Now that you realised, you were no longer in your uniform, you seemed to be wearing some kind of gown patients would wear for surgery.

"Morning sunshine!" Your body jumped when you heard a familiar voice, a voice you only heard on the tv or radio shows. You stare at him as he walks to the center, a few feet from your cage.

It was Homelander. You never thought the day would come where you would be face to face to the person behind the reasons of your brother's rampage.

"Did you rest well?" He asks, an eary grin on his face. You looked around the inside of your glass cage.

"Couldn't you have given me a mattress?" You said. Your concern catching him a bit off guard but he didn't show it.

"Well, we tried to give you something more comfortable to sleep on but it seems like anyone who tried to even touch you ended up well... what's the word for it... withered. Dead. Nothing but a corpse suck dry of it's life" He said but you had no idea what any of his words meant.

"Is this some joke?" He chuckles.

"No. No joke (Y/N). I'm simply just giving my hypothesis on your new powers"

Powers? You have to be high right?

Did whatever pain that you felt was the mark of your death?

Is this some sick twisted illusion of yours created in hell?

"Yeah right... and I'm fucking Beyonce. Would you like to see my collection of Grammys?" You said sarcastically, clearly not taking anything seriously.

Homelander doesn't say anything but just laugh, since you were clearly convinced this was hell and that you were dead, you laughed along with him. He trembles his shoulders as if he's cold, that devilish grin still on his face.

"Wooo! You're a jokester aren't you (Y/N)? I know I'm just gonna love you. How about I bring you a gift as a symbol of our blossoming friendship?" He asked but he had already left the room. Your answer never even needed at all.

As your laughter died down, you were left alone in the room. You felt high. Too realistically high. Were you pumped with drugs? Shit... you grabbed your head as you tried to process the feeling until you heard the sound of a high pitched scream. You turn your head to find it to be your friend from work. She was shoved into the room and right when she stood up to leave, the door was shut.

"Let me the fuck out! You fucking bitch! You promised me weed!" She slammed on the door a couple of times after attempting to twist the doorknob open.

"Cleo?" She turns to you, her masacra ruined from her tears.

"(Y/N)? Holy shit what happened to your hair?" She said and you were confused until you checked to see the front strands of your hair now dyed white.

Okay now what in the actual fuck is happening...

"I don't know...? Why are you here?" You questioned.

"Some fucker promised me weed for some cash. I should have known better when I saw how cheap it was" She sighs as she sits against the door.

Suddenly the glass door on your cage sprung open. The two of you exchanged confused expressions. Is this some kind of trick? You wondered but either way you stepped out from your cage and began to approach your friend. She sighs as she curls up into a ball.

"What the fuck even is this place...?" She asks after you finally sat down beside her. You rubbed her arm to provide some comfort.

"I don't know... this feels real and fake at the same time. Hey, if by any chance we were in a puzzle just like in Saw, how much do you wanna bet who'd win—?" You nudged her playfully but instead of getting a response. She falls over.

Her face was pale white. Eyes dilated. The veins on her body growing visibly purple. The sight left you in shock and you quickly grabbed her by the shoulder to jerk her a few times. No words left her mouth except sounds of gasping, as if the air was getting sucked out of her lungs.

"Cleo! What the fuck! Holy fucking shit!" You cursed and it didn't take long until her body grows limp. Like a skeleton with a thin layer of skin left.

Afraid the same would happen to you, you quickly ran into your cage. You sat at the corner, trying your hardest not to look at your friend. That was real. This isn't some stupid trick set up by Satan. This is fucking real.

But why is this happening?

Why you?

The glass door slammed shut and the noise made your body jump. The door to the room opened but got stuck at the weight of your friend's corpse. You could hear the sound of disgust come from Homelander as he ends up kicking body aside to be able to open the door fully.

"So... did you like my gift?"

"What the fuck did you do? Did you poison her?" You said which he seemed offended at.

"Me? Oh please, I can shoot fucking lasers out of my eyes and I choose to poison some fucking nobody? I mean look at her" He chuckles, his eyes staring at the corpse of what was your friend.

His tone and words growing a small wave of anger within your chest.

"What do you want from me?"

"You know what I want" He said, the smile on his face gone. He was now serious. His gaze cold enough to send shivers down your body.

"(Y/N) Butcher. Butcher. I didn't know he had a little sister" He took a step closer, then another, until he was face to face to the glass, staring down at your figure hiding away in the corner.

"He really doesn't get scared huh? Not afraid of death, to take a life, not even me. And well... since he fucking hates supes so much, then I might as well make his beloved sister one. If I can't strike fear in him, you will" Homelander spoke, the corner of his lips twisting into a grin. As if all of this was bringing him some sick enjoyment.

"Everyone will be the pawn and you'll be the queen... so save your strength. You're gonna need it sweetheart" He turned around and as he leaves, he stares at the corpse for a quick moment. Even from inside the cage you could hear him shout for the people working to clean the body.

Fuck... this cannot be your life now...

You're now an animal kept in a cage.

Hours progressed to days then months. The only thing keeping you entertained was... the toilet? Aside from that was the visits Homelander would pay you every now and then to make sure you were alive. It almost seemed like he had expected you to be dead by now but you weren't, which he's impressed about.

You laid on the ground, staring at the ceiling. You were bored so you decided to try to count from 1 to 10000 this time. Just as you got to 482, the door opened and you turned to see it wasn't Homelander but rather a worker. Assuming he's just here to clean, you turned back to the ceiling to continue counting.

"Pssh, ma dame, do you hear me?" He knocks on the glass, his french accent caught your attention.

"I don't care. I'm not gonna strip for you"

"Nono! That's not why I'm here, your brother, Billy Butcher? He sent me here" His name striking something in you. You got up as your eyes are slightly widened.

"He knows I'm here?"

"Yes... he's here as well. He's gonna try to get you out of here"

Just as he finishes talking, the glass door sprung open. He gets in the cage and reaches for you but right as you reach for his hand, you remembered you weren't the same anymore, you were cursed, so you quickly pull your hand away. Your action causes the man to tilt his head in confusion.

"Do not worry, I'm not here to hurt you" He tries to take a few steps closer but you quickly stepped back.

"No.... no stop! That's enough!" You raised your hands gesturing him to stand where he's at.

"Don't touch me..." You added and he stares at you for a moment before taking a few steps back until he's out of the cage.

"Okay... but you must follow me. We don't have much time left" He said, walking out of the room and you hesitated for a while before following after him.

When walking down the hallway, you couldn't help but look around the area. This was your first time seeing the place you've been trapped inside for supposedly months. As you followed the strange man who saved you, you noticed that he seemed to be talking to someone over his earpiece. Was it Butcher?

After managing to sneak past several guards and having a few close calls, you two finally made it out from one of the back doors. You hurried as you followed the man somewhere. You couldn't believe it. The feel of the wind and the smell of the grass was making you wish you appreciated the outdoor more.

"Were you noticed?" His friend who's been on the look out asked. He shakes his head.

"No" After hearing his reponse, his friend turns to look at you.

"I'm M.M.... C'mon, your brother put in a lot to save you" He began walking away and the two of you simply went along.

He did?

"I haven't introduced myself. I'm Frenchie. It's nice to meet you" The man who saved you earlier said with a smile and you weakly smile back.

The moment the three of you reached a van parked in a safe area. The door slide open and your eyes widened once you were locked eyes with someone familiar. Yet he looked so much different now. He grew a beard. You had to admit, it made him look less ugly.

"(Y/N)..." He got out of the van and was ready to embrace you but you quickly avoided his grasp. This causes him to stand there with his arms hanging there awkwardly.

"Ooookay.... get in" M.M told Frenchie and they did just that, sliding the door close to give you both the privacy.

"All these years and you still hate your ol' brother" He jokes as he drops his hands down to his sides, but it was clear that he was upset at your actions and trying to hide it.

"Don't touch me"

"I got it"

The two of you stood there and you were staring at him a little too hard. Thoughts racing in your head like a racetrack. What the fuck has he been up to these years and how did he even find you?

"So... are we jus' gonna stand here and wait for 'em to realise you're missin'?" He nods at the facility nearby and you sigh.

"You're taking me home" You walked over to the passenger seat but the sound of Butcher clicking his tongue made you stop halfway in your tracks. Now you were standing in front of the van.

"Not gonna happen. Is your head loose of screws sis? They know who you are now, which means they know where you live. You're gonna be stayin' with me" He said.

Shit... there's really no chance of a normal life now. You really are cursed.

"Stay with you? With these guys?" You point at the van and from the front of the vehicle, you could see his friends all huddled in the back, the whole time they've been secretly listening to the conversation but once you pointed at them, they tried to act as though they haven't been doing so.

"They can protect you"

"I don't need protecting. The last thing I need is someone doing that"

"Oh really? Then mind sharing your experience in there? Was it a luxury? How much longer do you think you could have lasted if I hadn't found you" He took a few steps closer and you gave him a warning look.

"You're my sister... you think a few fights is gonna change that?" He tried reaching for your shoulder and you quickly dodged it. Failing to notice, tears were beginning to well up in your eyes because deep inside, you were desperately in need of comfort, a hug, anything physical but you couldn't even have that.

"You can't touch me... nobody can.... f-fuck... I killed my friend just by touching her..." You began to sob, your hands grabbing onto your face in an attempt to hide your expression. A frown appears on his face.

"What the fuck did they do to you...?"

"They made me a freak! They gave me these fucked up powers!! I don't want this...!" You cried, wishing this was another of your nightmares and that none of this was real.

"It's okay... come here..." He began to step closer to you but you were too numb from the feeling to even react.

Taking off his coat, he puts it securely around you before wrapping you in his arms. For the first time in months, you finally felt the presence of another person's embrace. The warmth felt so good. It was like you were melting from it. Your sobs grew weak as you nuzzle onto his chest, the fabric separating the contact of your skin with his. This was everything you needed right now.

"We'll get through this... these powers of yours ain't gonna scare me away" He said, rubbing your back gently.

"Thank you..." You muttered.

After you escaped and made it safely away from your prison. Homelander was alerted of your escape a few hours later. He arrives at the facility, walking down the hallway as the doctors walking by were scared to see him and trying their best to avoid his sight. Once he walks in the office of the head security, the man sprung up almost instinctly.

"Sir" He greets him. Homelander doesn't say anything but stare at him... before breaking into a smile.

"Great job, at least you're good at failing at your job. Now show me" He walks over to the guard's side who's hurrying to click a few things on his computer to show him what he came here for.

"The tracker we planted in her is working well and fine. She's currently in a vehicle heading somewhere"

"Good... it's like sending a cat to a bunch of rats" Homelander then gave the man a strong pat on the shoulder.

"Do we go after them sir?"

"No, keep an eye on her for now. I'll tell you when the time is ready" Without any further discussion, he left the office. A plan already set in his mind.

(I might make a part 2 but I'm not sure if anyone would be interested, it'll be sort of fluff where the boys figure out her powers, some angst? Idk, tell me if you think I should)

[moonstruckme]

hi

i never request things but i wanted to know if i could request something fluffy and angsty with like the reader and spencer being early in the relationship and spencer says i love you to the reader for the first time

Hi babe! Thanks for requesting :)

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 671 words

“I can’t believe you flashed the badge at them,” you giggle, almost stumbling down the sidewalk. “I mean, you may as well have taken out your gun!”

“A badge is not the same as a gun,” Spencer corrects you, his hands hovering cautiously nearby in case you really do fall over from laughing so hard. “Anyway, those guys needed to know that they can’t just do that.” 

“They were catcallers!” You cry, giggles starting anew. “What were you going to do, arrest them?”

“Maybe.” 

“For what?”

“I’d worry about that when we got to the station.” 

You guffaw, and he gives you a little smile. 

“I appreciate the chivalry, Spence,” you say, bumping your hip into his amicably and delighting when he blushes, “but don’t ruin your career on my behalf. I can handle some catcallers.” 

“I’m sure you can,” he allows, “but it’s my job to make sure you don’t have to.” You smile, wondering whether he means professionally or as your boyfriend. “Anyway, I love my job, but I think that’s a hill I could stand to die on. I love you, and—” It’s like the words turn to breath in his throat. Spencer looks over at you, eyes wide and unsure, and your heart contracts. It’s all you can do not to wince. “I’m sorry, that—that just slipped out. I didn’t—I know it’s early.” 

You wave him off, plastering on your breeziest smile. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I do that all the time—like, one time, I was on the phone with my boss and I went to hang up and said it.” You clear your throat. “It happens.” 

“That’s…yeah.” Spencer’s blushing something fierce, gaze tracking your synced footfalls on the sidewalk. “Actually, just to be honest with you, I didn’t mean to say it so soon, but I do…mean it.” 

“Oh.” Oh shit. 

“But like I said, I know it’s really early.” Neither of you will quite look at each other, though you suspect Spencer’s utilizing those profiling skills for all they’re worth right now. None of your thoughts are ever truly secret from him. “I don’t want to put pressure on you.”

You can’t stand the nerves in his voice anymore, and when you stop and set a hand on his arm, your smile is genuine. “I know you don’t,” you promise him. “Spence, I really, really care about you.” You can feel a cold sweat starting under your arms. The last thing you want to do is ruin this, but you have to be honest with him. “I think, for me, it does still feel a bit early, but…I mean, I know this sounds like a cop-out, but I really feel like I’m almost there, if that makes sense?” You half expect Spencer to pull away, but his eyes stay on yours, kindly curious. “I’ve just, I’ve never been in love before, and I’m really serious about this thing.” You smile anxiously, and his lips tilt upward in return. “I want to be two hundred percent sure before I say it, you know? I want it to really count.” You shake your head. “Sorry, I don’t know if any of that made sense.” 

“Hey.” Spencer’s voice is gentle, as is his hand when it seeks out yours. He intertwines your fingers. “That makes perfect sense. Thank you for being honest with me. I would never want you to say it if you’re not sure, you know?”

You nod, relieved. “Exactly.” 

“All right then.” He smiles at you, giving your fingers a little squeeze. “So now do you get why I’d risk wrongful arrest for you?”

“No.” You start walking again, tugging him along. “I don’t know, I just feel like it’s too early in the relationship to make you lose your job for me, you know? We can turn around and harass those catcallers back if it’ll make you feel better, though.” 

Spencer pretends to consider it. “Are you going to ask me to take out my gun?” 

“Nah. Badge is just as good.”

[inchidentally]

Okay so I was thinking about why Oscar didn’t go and congratulate Lando right after his win but I think the answer is quite simple. It’s because he felt a little at odds with himself.

He lost out in that race because of the safety car the same one that secured Lando’s chance. (you can hear him audibly swear over the radio when it came out, which he NEVER does) He was pissed at the timing and then to top it all off gets his race ruined by Carlos of all people (again) and THEN when he’s desperately trying to force his way back thought he field he’s told to stop fighting because Lando is in the lead.

So whilst I’m sure he was happy for Lando, he was, at the same time, mourning his own loss. As he should! He’s a racing driver. he should be pissed at losing especially at no fault of his own.

So he gave Lando the space, let him take in his well deserved victory and once he’d calmed he congratulated Lando earnestly, without his feeling for his own race getting in the way!

And I think it’s says a lot about how understanding and kind Oscar is. He knew if he congratulated Lando as soon as they crossed the line he wouldn’t have meant it enough so he waited until he did mean it.

What do you think?

KES BABE you're gonna make me long post !!!

I've actually got to weigh in (pun intended) with a very real technicality that my cousin pointed out when I was looking for Oscar once we finally got to watch!

all of the drivers who congratulated Lando not only were father figures/big brother figures to him, they also finished in the top 10 and quite literally had finished their weigh in nice and quick - the exception being Daniel who did not have to go and see the stewards. quite literally Oscar had to wait toward the back of the queue to finish his parc ferme shit (did we ever even get eyes on him?) from there he had to go see the stewards. depending on who they spoke to first out of him, Carlos and KMag and how long they kept him in the meeting, from there he'd have had to find out where Lando was (celebrating? interviews? cool down room?) and then run around to wherever he was. and ofc if he was in cool down he wouldn't have been allowed in.

so technically maybe Lando would've still been easy to find in Oscar's gap between finishing in parc ferme and going to the stewards, he might also have been stood waiting for his interview or even doing it or he might have already headed to the cool down room etc etc etc.

but I am NOT going to expect Oscar to try and navigate all of that when he not only had his top 3 position ruined but now he also had to go and find out if he was going to be penalized as well !!

especially when he knows he's got ample time to congratulate Lando anyway and Oscar is not remotely the type to care if cameras are around to broadcast it or not. the other non-podium drivers were going to entirely different garages and who knows when they'd cross paths with Lando again.

so honestly I personally think this all came down to technicalities more than anything else and if Oscar had finished in the top 10 at least then he would've absolutely been right there to congratulate Lando both for the ease of it but also bc it wouldn't have been as awful a result even if did receive a penalty.

and equally if he had the time to think of it, he would've assumed Carlos was already headed up there to congratulate Lando (and possibly could have seen him) and it was not !! the time for Oscar and Carlos to cross paths at that moment !!

BUT AS YOU SAID !! I think if there was time for him to get past the frustration and anger at what had happened to his own race and those mitigating factors weren't as much of an issue as I'm guessing they were, we know damn well that he'd be thinking what you said <3<3 bc even when things are going horrendously for him, Oscar never loses his head. and if he at all thought he'd bring his own negativity to the biggest moment in Lando's career so far then no WAY would he have risked it.

and bottom line is that one hug has ended up paling in comparison with how much Oscar was there for Lando in Oscar accepting 50% of the upgrades, obeying team orders for Lando rather than trying to get back in the points, showing up for Lando's celebrations twice in a major way, then going out to celebrate him all night long and posting about his win on social media for days afterward <3 like sure it would've had wider publicity if there'd been a hug right after - but Lando's beaming smile and thanking Oscar shows that he doesn't rate publicity as being more significant than everything else Oscar did for him that weekend ;__;

and what's actually really killed me is that surely surely there had to be an element of it for Lando where he remembered last year telling the press how it stung and hurt that Oscar had achieved any kind of win before him. that Oscar was never a showboat about it and always specified that it was a sprint win and not a real race win. that Lando was always the one to bring it up and give Oscar his dues but that Oscar never brought it up again afterward himself. and the mounting anxiety for Lando of what if Oscar got that race win before him? and how much that anxiety must have been at it's peak watching Oscar leading in Miami?? literally I think it would've been too much to humanly expect Lando to cope at all well. I think the absolute least amount of grace we would have given him would be to not go and immediately celebrate it with Oscar but honestly? if he'd decided to just do his post race interviews and slip away quietly until the video with Andrea then none of us would have judged him for it AT ALL. it would have been an unavoidably bittersweet day and knowing what the press and haters would have done to him would have paled in comparison to Lando having to live with knowing that Oscar got there first and so much quicker. and genuinely I think it would have taken a certain amount of shine off of it for Oscar as well and he would not have even slightly expected Lando to put himself through any more of it than strictly necessary for appearances.

(seriously I think we all breathed a sigh of relief over this win as much as we were elated about it !! we will never have to exist in a timeline where Oscar got his race win before Lando)

so not only will Lando have not remotely expected Oscar to show up in parc ferme for a hug, he has clearly counted every moment of Oscar celebrating his win as golden and beyond the call of teammate duty. and that not only did he make sure that posterity recorded Oscar's achievements earlier in that race, he made sure that he thanked him by setting the example of what could be done on just half the upgrades.

we all expected each of the hugs Lando got right after that race. each of those men has helped to raise Lando and has watched him since he was small and awkward and painfully shy and suffering heart-wrenching race results. they needed to hold their boy in his moment of purest happiness.

but none of us could have reasonably assumed how Oscar - only just out of his rookie season and Lando's teammate of just one season and a bit - would react to such a devastating race for himself while also on the biggest day of his teammate's career to date.

one hug would honestly have been a perfectly fine bare minimum and plenty of other drivers would have called that good and begged off.

equally tho one measly hug shouldn't make anyone underestimate how extraordinarily above and beyond and then some Oscar has been for Lando for the past week. that not only has he celebrated it and celebrated Lando, he's done so in proportion to people older than him who have known Lando much longer than him and who are not direct rivals to Lando.

like genuinely, the general F1 fans keep saying what a gentlemen and exemplary one-of-a-kind teammate Oscar has been through all of this and they're absolutely right. we not only got to rejoice in Lando's win, we also get to rejoice that he has a teammate who has proven his worth and made the McLaren driver partnership secure for the years they have to come <3<3

[mynameismckenziemae]

I Love You Two

Part 3

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Bradshaw x OFC x Jake Seresin.

Summary: You accept Bradley’s apology and he sneaks back into your life and your mind, making you sick with guilt. Jake figures it out and doesn’t react the way you expect.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! Smut, unprotected p in v, exhibitionism, fingering, dirty talk, teasing etc.

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“I’m gonna shower and take him back to the Hard Deck. I think he and I should talk now that he’s sober,” you say as you walk into the bedroom, “shouldn’t take long if you want to wait, assuming you don’t want to come with.”

“Nah,” he agrees, “I’m gonna head out too, actually. I should unpack and get my mail. See you later though?”

“Yeah,” you give him a kiss, “see you.”

He whistles as he struts past Bradley to the door, “Bradshaw.”

Bradley grunts in reply.

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Bradley’s staring at the ceiling when you come out of the bathroom in just your towel. He glances when you walk to your room and flushes again like he hasn’t seen it all before.

“Let’s go,” you tell Bradley when you come out of your room a few minutes later.

Even a hungover, disheveled mess, he looks hot.

“Can I say something?” He asks once in your car.

“Sure,” you sigh, not really wanting to do this right now.

“I’m sorry. For everything,” he taps his fingers against his knee, “for leaving the way I did, for not reaching out when I was home on leave, for saying you only were with Jake to get back at me, for showing up drunk at your house…I’m just really sorry.”

“I didn’t even know you guys knew each other,” you reply, “I would never ask Ice for information like that either, and he wouldn’t give it to me if I did. He loves you too, you know.”

“I know,” he agrees, “God, I fucked up. All of this could’ve been avoided if I wasn’t such a pussy.”

You agree but don’t want to kick him when he’s down.

“Is he good to you?” He asks after a few minutes.

“Yeah,” you reply honestly, “he really is. It started out casual, friends-with-benefits type thing. I wasn’t looking for anything, I was still pretty brokenhearted after…but I started falling for him anyway. I expected it to end when he deployed but he wanted to make things official when he got back.”

He nods.

“What happened between you two anyway?” You ask.

“He’s an ass,” he shrugs, “decent to everyone else but kept picking at me. Said I was acting like a little bitch and bringing the rest of to squadron down with my mopey attitude and shitty flying and if I didn’t get my head outta my ass I was gonna get myself or someone else killed,” he sighs, “he’s not wrong though. Don’t tell him I said that.”

“I won’t,” you can’t help but smile.

“He caught onto my beef with Mav right away too and gave me shit about it,” he continues, “like I said last night, he’s always there. Always seems to have a front-row seat to my fuck ups. Whatever though, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to lose you, Liv. I know I lost my chance with you but I can’t lose you as a friend too.”

“I don’t want to lose you as a friend either,” you admit, “but you can’t get in the way of what I have with Jake. That’s not fair to me.”

“I won’t,” he promises, “as long as he’s good to you. I’ll do my best to stay out of it.”

“Okay,” you say, pulling into the Hard Deck.

“Did you ever find a job by the way?” Bradley asks as you park.

“Yeah,” you reply, “in HR, like I wanted. I start in a few weeks.”

“Good,” he nods, “I’ll see you around. Maybe we can hang out soon if Seresin’s okay with it?”

“I’m sure he will be,” you answer.

He won’t have a choice.

“Thanks for the ride, I’ll see ya around,” he gives you a small smile and closes the door.

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“How’d it go?” Jake asks later that evening when he comes back over.

“Good,” you answer, “he apologized again, for everything. He’s…”

“He’s still your friend,” he finishes for you. “I get it.”

You nod. “We grew up together and he’s lost so many people.”

“I won’t take that from you,” he says, “or him. I guess.”

You snort. “You two better figure your shit out before it tears your squad apart.”

“I know,” he sighs, “he just…he thinks too much. If he just stopped thinking and relied on his instincts he’d be a helluva pilot. Don’t tell him I said that though.“

You roll your eyes. “He does. It’s in his blood.”

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Yeah, his dad flew with Mav. They were flying together…when he died.”

“Oh shit,” he exhales, “is that why they don’t get along?”

You shake your head. “No, it wasn’t Mav’s fault, it was a freak accident. Apparently, Mav is responsible for pulling Bradley’s papers and setting him back 4 years.”

Jake whistles lowly. “Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know. I’m guessing it has something to do with Carole, his mom. She died of cancer when Bradley was 21.”

“Damn,” Jake says softly, “that’s…rough.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “Anyway, Mav has tried talking to him about it but he refuses to hear him out.”

“Understandable,” Jake nods.

“Yeah,” you sigh.

“I’ll work on being nicer to him,” Jake says after a minute, like it pains him.

“Thank you,” you reply as he walks over and takes your hand.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, leading you to your room, “I don’t want to talk about Bradshaw anymore though.”

“Me either,” you reply, yet he lurks in the back of your mind as Jake begins to kiss you.

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A week passes before Bradley reaches out. Jake went back home to Texas for a few days and you have a feeling that’s why he’s texting.

Bradley: What are you up to today?

Liv: Laundry, cleaning, meal prepping. You?

Bradley: Not much.

You sigh, hating this new awkwardness that’s come between you.

Liv: I could easily be persuaded to do something…

Bradley: Wanna go to the Birch Aquarium?

Liv: Only if you buy me an ice cream cone.

Bradley: Deal. No tears if it starts dripping though.

You laugh, remembering how distraught you were at 6 years old when you stained your favorite dress with chocolate ice cream there.

Liv: No promises. I’ll wear dark clothes this time.

Bradley: Good idea. Pick you up in 45?

Liv: I’ll be ready.

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Bradley gives you a tentative smile as you climb in the Bronco when he pulls right on time. Even though he’s wearing sunglasses, you can feel the weight of his gaze on your bare legs as your black linen sundress rides up.

You turn the radio up when the silence becomes unbearable. He refuses to let you pay to get in, smiling at your heavy sigh.

“Ready for that ice cream?” He asks when he sees the stand.

“Can I pay for this at least?” You ask.

“Nope,” he replies, “chocolate in a cone?”

“Yes,” you sigh.

“You’re welcome,” he prompts when you refuse to thank him.

“Thank you,” you roll your eyes before taking a long lick, refusing to blush or look away as his eyes follow your tongue; both remembering your night together when you did the same to his cock.

“Mmmm,” your eyes fall closed with a soft moan at the rich chocolate flavor, forgetting yourself for a moment, “why is overpriced ice cream so good?”

“Uh,” Bradley clears his throat, looking away with a flush, “I don’t know. Jellyfish, turtles or penguins next?”

“Jellyfish,” you reply, instantly regretting your actions…yet wanting to do it again.

“Lead the way,” he nods in that direction.

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“Seriously Liv?” Bradley chuckles, “I figured you were kidding.”

“Huh?” you ask, following his line of sight in the low light of the exhibit. “Oh my God,” you laugh at the two drops of ice cream that landed on your chest.

He watches as you lower your head to lick it off before wiping it with a napkin he was smart enough to grab.

“Good thing I wore black,” you sigh as your eyes adjust to the brighter light in the hallway.

“Can’t take you anywhere,” he teases, bumping your elbow.

“Apparently not,” you smile.

“You got a little,” he points to your mouth, “no, over more,” when you don’t get it with your tongue.

“Here,” he smiles, raising his hand just as you stick your tongue out again. You both freeze when you lap over his thumb.

“Sorry,” you flush, “get it?”

“Yeah,” he says lowly. “Turtles?”

“Turtles,” you nod, trying to slow your racing heart.

Bradley doesn’t touch you again but his heated looks are enough to have you on edge.

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So much so that you pull out your vibrator when he drops you off. So much still that you jump Jake’s bones when he returns the following evening, pulling him down to the floor when he steps inside the door, barely remembering to take the condom out of your pocket before riding him at a quick, unforgiving pace.

“Miss m-fuckkkk!” He groans when your fingers slide down your body to rub over your clit, making youclench around him, “miss me?”

“So much,” you moan as you shudder through your first orgasm.

It’s true. You did miss him. Just like you miss Bradley.

The thought sobers you quickly.

You open your heavy eyes, hoping Jake didn’t notice the shift, but he’s looking up at you with so much heat and adoration.

Jake pulls you back to him as he brings you down for a kiss, yet the thought of Bradley lingers.

He refuses to leave when Jake’s final groan in your ear pulls you over the edge with him.

He’s still there when the guilt creeps in after.

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You try to be patient with yourself as Bradley’s presence in the back of your mind remains. You’ve known him your whole life and he confessed to having feelings for you; it would be confusing for anyone.

What really adds insult to injury is you’re still falling for Jake and the thought of losing him makes your stomach turn.

They both stay true to their words though and don’t interfere in your relationship with the other.

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It’s a surprise to them both when you show up at base for your first day of orientation, passing their squadron in the hallway. Nat winks as she walks by, the only person you’ve told.

“You didn’t tell me the new job was here,” Jake says.

“Me either,” Bradley adds.

“Surprise?” You smile as your new manager continues the tour. “See ya around boys.”

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Even with working on base now, you manage to avoid seeing them again together until a Friday night at the Hard Deck.

Penny had a school event for Amelia, so you’re helping out Jimmy behind the bar until she gets there. The squad trickles in throughout the evening rush.

Jake looks mouthwatering in a gray tee, jeans, and a backward hat. Bradley’s wearing his norm; jeans and an open Hawaiian over a white shirt, looking just as delectable.

You’re filling a glass with beer while you watch them play a game of pool with Nat and Javy, just like you’ve been watching them all night.

Your heart skips and your hand slips when they laugh at something Javy said, and all of a sudden your front is soaked and the glass shatters at your feet.

“Shit,” you mumble, looking at your soaked shirt that’s stuck to your shirt like a second skin. Not a good night to wear white.

“Never known you to have butterfingers,” Penny teases as she hands you a towel, “Go ahead and clean up in the back, you’re free to go after since I’m here now.”

“Thanks,” you sigh, “sorry about the glass.”

“No worries,” she snaps the wet towel at your ass, “you’re giving my patrons a free show.”

“Alright,” you laugh, covering your chest as you walk towards the back, not bothering to shut the door completely.

You take it off as soon as you get into the break room to rinse it under the sink and soon there’s hands cupping your beer-dampened bra and a mouth at your neck.

“Hey,” you smile as you smell Jake’s cologne, feeling his erection against your ass, “excited to see me?”

“How could you tell?” He smirks when your breath hitches as he slides his hand down your shorts.

“Fuck,” you moan as he finds your clit, not easing into it as he rubs tight little circles.

“Here?” He teases, knowing you wouldn’t.

Oh but you would. You’ve missed him so much and his touch feels so good.

“Here,” you nod, dropping your shirt in the sink and turning in his arms, “no one comes back here.”

“Okay,” he breathes between kisses, “wait-shit. I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” you reply, pushing your shorts and underwear down your legs, “and I’m clean.”

“Fuck,” he groans as you undo the button of his jeans and then the zipper, “I’m clean too. I’ve never-without.”

“Me either,” you reply with a squeak as he lifts you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist. “I want it though, Jake. Fill me up.”

He kisses you again as he lines up to your entrance but pulls away with a grunt as he pushes inside you for the first time with no barrier.

“Oh God, Jake,” you whimper at the new feeling, knowing there’s no going back now.

“I know,” he moans, “I know.”

You’re both breathing hard as he bottoms out, his forehead falling to yours as he gets himself back under control.

“So fucking good,” he grits out between clenched teeth as he begins to move, “you’re so warm and wet and tight. So fucking tight.”

You just mewl, fingernails biting into his shoulders as he fucks you faster.

“Touch yourself,” he pleads, “I’m never gonna last, you feel too good.”

“Yes,” you agree with a sigh, fingertips circling tight circles like he did a few minutes before.

“God,” he breathes, “can feel you tightening around me. Come on sweetheart, get there.”

Movement by the door catches your eye and you gasp. Jake fails to notice and keeps up the unrelenting pace.

Bradley’s there, holding his Hawaiian shirt in hand. His eyes hungrily take in the look of bliss on your face before roaming lower to Jake’s ass, now bare from where his jeans fell to mid thigh. You don’t miss the heat that flashes in his gaze and the realization makes you tighten around Jake’s cock further. Bradley’s attracted to him.

This is wrong.

But it doesn’t stop you from hurdling over the edge with a muffled cry, eyes falling closed as the pleasure tears through you.

Your release triggers Jake’s, and you force your eyes to open when you hear his low groan.

Bradleys still watching, his cock straining against the tight confines of his jeans.

He starts to slip out the door but pauses at Jake’s words.

“Enjoy the show, Bradshaw?” Jake pants against your neck before raising his head and looking over his shoulder with a smirk. “Sure looks like it.”

“I was just bringing Liv a shirt,” he mumbles as he tries to hide his erection, blushing furiously, “caught me off guard, didn’t exactly expect you two to be fucking like rabbits in here.”

“Thanks, Roo,” you say breathlessly, as Jake sets you down on unsteady feet. “I’m sorry. I’ll-just hang it on the door? We’ll be out in a minute.”

When you look up, he’s already gone. But the shirt is hanging on the knob.

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Bradley doesn’t meet your eye when you come out a few minutes later. His cheeks are still tinged pink.

“I think I’m gonna get going,” you tell Jake not long after, “the smell of beer is making me nauseous.”

It’s not a complete lie. But it’s the weight of your guilt is what’s making you feel sick.

“Okay, I’ll come too,” he replies, setting down his full beer.

“No, it’s okay,” you shake your head, “you just got a drink and I’m just gonna shower and go to bed I think.”

“You sure?” He asks, continuing when you nod, “Alright. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you say, giving him a small smile.

“Text me when you get home,” he says, kissing your forehead.

“Okay,” you murmur.

When he pulls back, Bradley turns away, watching the whole exchange.

You cry the whole way home.

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The guilt of having feelings for another man while dating another begins to eat away at you as the weeks pass. You’ve been avoiding them both which is made easier because they’ve been training nonstop for an upcoming mission.

You hide away in your office at lunch, feign headaches when they invite you out. But when Nat begs you to come over the night before they deploy for the mission, you feel obligated to agree.

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“What’s going on, Liv?” Jake asks that night when he stops by your place to pick you up. “You’ve been avoiding me like the plague, and Bradshaw too. He thinks something up too. Did I do something to upset you? Did he? We’ve been trying to get along better for you. I thought we were.”

“No,” you answer, the unease gnawing at your stomach, “not at all-wait, have you been talking to Bradley?”

He shrugs. “Here and there. I wouldn’t say we’re besties but we cleared the air. He’s been flying better and I’ve been less…dickish.”

“Well, I’m glad,” you manage to smile, wondering if they discussed the whole Bradley watching debacle.

“I-“ your phone pinging interrupts you, a text from Natasha asking if you could pick up some more alcohol on your way to her place, “I’ll try to explain everything later. We better go though, Nat needs me to stop at the liquor store.”

“Alright,” he nods, kissing your cheek.

The butterflies in your stomach are too weighed down by your guilt to take flight.

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“I’m sick of poker,” Natasha sighs, setting the bottle of tequila on the table as she flops down on the chair beside you. Javy and Bob on the ends with Bradley and Jake across from you. “Truth or drink?” She asks, trying to lighten the mood.

You didn’t intend for them to sit by each other but you needed space…which backfired because now both pairs of eyes are on you.

“Sure,” you agree, hoping to get some reprieve from the weight of their gazes.

“Bob,” she says, pushing the bottle his way as she looks up questions on her phone, “What’s your most searched on Pornhub?”

“Jesus, Nat.” Bradley shakes his head, “way to ease into it.”

She smiles as she ignores him and looks at Bob.

“Edging probably,” Bob shrugs, bright red.

“Alright,” Natasha says, looking intrigued, “wow. I didn’t think you’d answer. Your turn.”

“I hate tequila,” Bob shudders, “Javy, what's your body count?”

“I’m not proud of my academy years,” Javy shakes his head before taking a swig, “Nat, you bisexual queen you, was your best experience with a man or a woman?”

“Honestly?” She thinks a moment before taking a drink, “I don’t know. Both have their perks. There’s a twinkle in her eye as she pushes the bottle toward Bradley. “Bradshaw, how about you?”

“What?” Jake's head whips to the side so fast it’s almost comical, “You’re bi?”

“Uh, yeah,” he answers, “is that a problem?”

“No,” Jake replies quickly, “‘course not, just had no idea.”

“I’m not ashamed of it,” Bradley shrugs, “but it’s not something I shout from the rooftops either. I typically prefer women anyway,” he looks at you, “and a woman. My best experience was with a woman.”

Oh God.

Your heart races as you look away, knowing he’s talking about you. The guilt that you’ve managed to forget about for a few hours rears its ugly head.

“Jake,” Bradley says, nudging the bottle his way, making your stomach turn unpleasantly. “Are you into being watched or overheard during sex?”

“Wouldn’t know,” Jake lies. All three of you remember that morning at your apartment and the night at the Hard Deck. Both times he knew Bradley was around but didn’t stop. “I’ll try anything once though.”

Bradley nods nonchalantly as your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest at any moment.

“Your turn, Liv,” Jake slides the bottle across the table. “Who’s the best you’ve ever had?”

He’s smirking but there’s an underlying unreadable expression in it. You have no idea what he’s playing at.

“It’s a toss-up,” you say truthfully, taking a pull of the tequila before you lie, “between my first two boyfriends.”

Natasha cackles while Javy and Bob laugh too, thinking you’re just ribbing Jake.

You smile, not looking across the table as you stand, “I’ll be back.”

“Looks like it’s dark enough to start a fire,” Nat says, looking out the window, “meet us out there?”

“Sure,” you say, trying not to seem unsteady as you walk to the bathroom.

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Whatthefuckingfuck?!

You splash cold water on your face while you wait for everyone to head outside before coming out of the bathroom.

What is Jake doing? Does he know you still have feelings for Bradley? Is this it? Is this the end?

Refusing to cry (again) you open the door and head to the kitchen to get some water once it’s quiet.

But Jake is waiting for you in the dark room, the only light on is the one above the sink.

“Hey,” you murmur, looking for a cup before heading to the sink.

He’s right behind you. His arms come around to cage you in, his front flush with your back. The feel of his erection against your ass makes you shiver.

His cock definitely isn’t mad.

“I was kidding earlier,” you sigh, relieved he’s not mad when he kisses your neck, “my first two boyfriends were not the best I’ve had.”

“Didn’t figure so,” he murmurs, gently nipping your neck, “but you weren’t kidding about it being a toss-up.”

You stiffen in his arms.

“Doesn’t surprise me that Bradshaw can fuck,” his words make you shiver, “is that what’s wrong? I’m not giving you what you need?”

“No,” you shake your head, “I-“

You nearly jump out of your skin when Bradley interrupts.

“Don’t lie, Liv,” he chuckles lowly. “You’ve been avoiding him because he can’t give you what you need, and avoiding me because I can.”

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[starlightazriel]

bee 5

desc: modern azriel AU bestfriends>lovers (fem reader)

warnings: smut with eris oops, alcohol/drug addiction/abuse (pills, cocaine), angst, vomiting, bit of adolescent fluff, (im literally so tired I prolly forgot warnings)

other parts can be found on my azriel masterlist

wc: 5.1k

five

I groaned loudly as I rolled over in bed, my eyes feeling near crusted shut. My head pounded from the previous nights activities and there was a knot of dread forming in my stomach thinking about what had happened with Azriel lastnight. Kat had been so wrong, it was a fucking disaster.

"I'm coming!" I call out, the knock at the door had woken me. What time even was it? I opened my mouth in surprise when I was greeted by a delivery man, he was holding a massive bouquet of red and white roses wrapped in paper. "Um, I think you have the wrong spot..." I trailed off, awkwardly scratching my arm as I looked blankly at the flowers.

"No," he double checked the address just in case. "Nope, this is the address... There's no name.. But it's definitely this address," he extends the bouquet out, waiting for me to take the flowers.

"Um, thanks," I said quietly, my eyebrows drawing slightly together as I hesitantly took the bouquet. He only nods and turns back around down the hall, I closed the front door and shook my head, padding back into the kitchen. I stuck my nose into the flowers inhaling the sweet scent deeply, my phone chimed on the counter and I set the flowers down, picking it up, I squinted at the unknown number on the screen.

i figured flowers for your name sweetheart?

who is this?

incredibly charming red head from the club last night, best dressed, devilishly handsome... ring any bells?

how the hell did you get my phone number and my address?

i have my ways

you're not making me feel any better

i'm a powerful man princess, i take it the flowers weren't enough for your name?

I shook my head in disbelief staring down at my phone, who did this man think he was anyway? I bit my lip, retrieving a vase from the cabinet and putting the flowers in some water, I left the wrapping on the counter and padded over to Azriels door. I knocked twice, no answer. I looked down and checked my phone again to check his location and my gut wrenched at the address, his little round picture sitting there on the map of an address I knew well from having to retrieve him at odd hours of the night many times. Cecilles house?

Cecille was forty something, married, looked like a retired model... And had been the bane of my existence for eight months when her and Azriel were fucking last year. Azriel had eventually got bored with her, had talked a ton of shit about her after the fact. He had said that she was psycho, her husband was psycho, he had said that she was obsessed with him after the first time they fucked, and now there he was. Back at her house. And he had spent the night? That's what kissing me had done to him? Sent him back there, I groaned in frustration, my cheeks hot with anger and embarrassment. I felt so dumb for actually believing I would ever have a chance with him. I should have never kissed him.

I chewed on the inside of my lip, my finger hovering over the other conversation. Who gives a fuck what Az thinks anyway? He doesn't want me, clearly doesn't want me if hes with her after we kissed. After he fucking got me off in the back alleyway of Galaxy fucking night club. I made myself a nice coffee while I tried to think of something witty to say, he was so damn smooth and way fucking out of my league. I felt like an idiot.

its y/n. and if youre expecting me to send you flowers in exchange for your name now its not happening.

I smirked to myself as I sent the message I would play his little game with him. Why not? What did I have to lose? My feelings were obviously out in the open now, Azriel should know how I felt about him, I mean I had kissed him. Only a moment later he read it and began typing. I knew his name, Azriel had told me angrily last night that it was Eris, his cocaine dealer. It explained the fancy clothes and all of the jewelry, I thought he must be pretty high up though, with the way he presented himself. He looked like a damn king pin. Probably dangerous, but I didnt care. Not now.

i don't need flowers y/n, how about a date tonight instead? picture it. just you, me, and my massive cock floating on my yacht, dancing under the stars in the harbor.

I almost spit out my coffee at that one, my heart started pounding in my chest at the image that flashed in my mind of him fucking me on a yacht.

you have a yacht? and i can't haha i have work. plus i don't even know you, ill end up on the bottom of the ocean.

never that, but you might feel like it when im done with you. and i sure do princess, ill pay you double of whatever youd make tonight if you call out and come with me.

Again, who the fuck did this guy think he was? Pay me to go on a date with him?! How was I even supposed to respond to that.

im not a sugar baby

i didnt say you were.

you implied it.

i didnt, where do you work sweetie?

maybe you should find out the same way you got my phone number and my address. surprised you didnt know my name too.

i knew your name, i wanted to make you tell me. so what do you say, call out of work for me?

Arrogant insufferable sexy bastard.

sorry, you and your cock will have to duet under the stars tonight.

-

Azriel was currently nodding off in Cecilles apartment feeling like he had hit complete rock bottom. It didnt matter how numb his mind was, didnt matter how high he was, how fucked up he was, he knew this wasnt right.

She was dancing, still in the same silk robe she had worn yesterday, a martini in her hand. "Dance with me Azzy," she twirls, looking down at him, he just shook his head, trying to remember how to form words. So fucked up.

"Im good," he stood up, somehow making his way to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him. He nearly fell onto the counter but he caught himself and hunched over, pressing his forehead to the cool marble of the counter. He wished Bee was there, he needed the comfort of her taking care of him like she had done so many times over the years when he pushed his body too far. He felt bile rise to his throat and he soon emptied the contents of his stomach into her pristine sink, he groaned at the sight, feeling like he'd throw up again at the smell alone.

Azriel stumbled back, his head spinning and he gripped the counter, his vision fuzzy. He was panicking a little bit, sweating, his heart pounding. His eyes focused in and out as he tried to look at himself in the mirror, pale, sweaty, cold, hot, everything at the same time. He splashed cold water on his face and rinsed his mouth under the faucet. Cecille had been feeding him Xanax since he had got there and mixed with coke and a 3 day drinking bender... Mixed with her fucking vibe and her house with pictures of her ugly ass husband plastered everywhere and her annoying fucking Chihuahua barking every five minutes.... He had to get the fuck out of here. He pulled out his phone, the screen nearly doubling in his hand.

Cassian, he would call Cass. Rhys wouldn't approve of his state right now, he might even pull him off the event which was only days away now. The three of them had been friends since their adolescent years, Rhys had naturally always been the leader, considering he came from money. Rhys was nineteen when he bought the shop and opened it. He was obviously the boss, a natural leader, Cass the loud, hilarious, boisterous one who was their piercer and certified gym bro, and Az, himself, the quiet, mysterious, artistic one with enough trauma for all three of them, and the shops star artist.

He pressed his phone to the side of his face, the ringing echoed in his head before Cassian answered. "Az, what? Im kinda busy over here," he asked, and by his tone, Azriel could tell he was with a woman.

"I need you to come get me at Cecilles," is all that Azriel managed to get out.

"What? Now? Are you good? You don't sound-"

"Now Cass."

"Alright, hang tight," was the only thing Cass said before the phone went silent again and Azriel shoved it in his pocket before he stumbled out the door. He needed food, and a shower, he smelled like death. He heard Cecille ask where he was going but he ignored her and left her in her house, knowing that she wouldn't follow him out when she was practically naked. He walked the best that he could, but he was visibly fucked up and ended up on a bench near the end of her street. He thought a zyn or a cigarette would help him but he didnt have either, he knew Cass at least would have weed.

Cassians SUV finally bellowed down the street, coming to a screeching halt when he stopped in front of Azriel. "You look like a homeless crack head Az, what the fuck," Cass rolled his window down to say, Azriel grimaced, making his way into the passenger seat of Cassians truck. He knew he looked bad, and he knew Cass said it from a place of love, but it didnt mean that it didnt sting a little.

They drove toward the diner for long silent minutes, Cass had insisted the first thing he needed to do was eat before anything else. He wanted to see Bee though, he had to apologize for the way he treated her. For putting his hands on her.

"I think Im at rock bottom Cass," Azriel muttered when Cassian finally pulled into a parking spot. Cass turned, raising his eyebrows inquisitively. "I fucking choked out Bee last night for talking to my coke dealer in the club, Its 4pm and Im still drunk, and Ive been drunk three, maybe four days straight, just did coke out of a 45 year old woman's asshole and then threw up her sink, and to top all that off she's been feeding me xans since I got there last night," when he heard it all out loud, Azriel had to admit it sounded horrible.

"Damn Az," it wasnt often that Cassian was lost for words, but he didnt know what to say, that or he was afraid to say it.

"I know," he responds, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I gotta eat I need to sober up, I need to apologize," he didnt say to who, but he knew Cass would know who he was talking about.

"You gotta cut back, slowly. I can't have you turning into a shut in again and getting all paranoid and shit and its starting to look like its heading in that direction," Cass was rambling now, Azriels head was spinning as he tried to grasp each word, he pressed his palms into his eyes. "I know- I know you don't like... Facilities... But maybe you need to try outpatient, Az this shits starting to get concerning and I can't watch this shit anymore bro its like.. Bees been in love with you for years right there watching you fuck off and the second you realize you love her back it's like your world is crumbling Az youre fucking spiraling man Im worried, I don't want you to fucking kill yourself fucking around with all this shit. You're stronger than this, fuck just tell her how you feel, stop fucking around and just be better Az, I know you, I know this isn't you," Cass wasnt holding back anymore, Azriel had lifted his head, staring near blankly at him. "Don't look at me like that, I pay attention, doesn't take an idiot to see what's going on, plus Kats big ass mouth helped put the pieces together."

"I could be the best version of myself and I still wouldn't deserve her," he said, and he knew to Cassian that it would sound like an excuse, but it was the only thing that made sense to say.

"Not true Azriel, just do better," he knew for Cassian, it probably was just that simple. "You got a lot positive going for you. Stop letting all this bs drag you down. Cut back Az, seriously. You need to pull your head out of your ass and get your shit together for this event coming up. It's a big deal for the shop and if Rhys saw you like this he'd pull you off of it completely and probably give it to Riley because hes the only one who's remotely close to as good as you." Cass paused for a minute, sighing softly because he knew how much that probably hurt Azriel, but he too knew it was true, nothing about the way he had been behaving was okay. The hole he was digging himself into. And though Rhys dabbled from time to time in their heavier partying years, he never approved of the extent of Azriels habit of coping with substances. "We're gonna go in here, eat, and then I'll take you home to shower."

"Thanks Cass." Azriel said as he tried to swallow down the bile that was rising in his throat. Cutting back was easier said than done.

Rock, fucking, bottom.

-

It had only been a few hours into my shift when Eris strode in, my eyes narrowed, my mouth popping open slightly in surprise. Though, I shouldn't have been surprised, he had figured out my address after all, and my phone number. His eyes were fixed on me, and he was smiling, heading straight for the bar.

"Hello beautiful," he flashes me an almost too white grin as he takes a seat on one of the barstools.

"This is starting to get creepy," I raised an eyebrow trying to keep my tone even, I didnt exactly want him to know his very presence sent my stomach flipping. I slid some menus, our eyes locking, he only chuckled quietly, placing his hand on the menus to stop them from sliding off of the bar.

"You should be flattered, I don't go to all this trouble normally, you're special though. I can tell," his lips twitched and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I was almost sure he had used this line many times.

"Yeah yeah, are you going to order something?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. He was gorgeous... Too arrogant, too rich, out of my league completely. I wouldn't know the first thing to do with a man like this.

"Just an old fashioned with the most expensive bourbon you have," he flashed his smile again, I wanted to roll my eyes but I was almost stunned by my attraction to him.

"No food?" I ask, but I realize by the expression that flashes across his face that it was a stupid question. Of course he wouldn't eat somewhere like Murphys. He probably dined at Michelin star restaurants, we barely had three stars on google.

"I like to dine in... Different types of places, this is a bit... Casual for me," he struggled for the right words, probably trying not to offend me. Little did he know I couldn't care less, I knew it wasnt exactly the nicest place it was a dingy bar overrun with college students and old people. He looked straight out of a Tom Ford ad, of course he wouldn't eat here.

"Im sure," I said and went to grab the step stool so I could reach the top shelf. I made his drink and tried my best not to shake, I could feel his eyes burning into me. "That must be nice," I added an orange twist to finish the drink.

"I suppose a drink will suffice for my name, if its good, and you're off to a good start with just the twist, I can't stand cherries," he added the last part on as an after thought and took a sip, I waited expectantly. "I see they have you back there for a reason," he smirked, I only snorted, giving in to the desire to roll my eyes. "Eris," he finally tells me his name, even though I already knew, I smiled triumphantly.

"Eris," I repeated and I noticed a fire light in his eyes at the sound of his name leaving my lips. "That's cute," I added and it was his turn to snort.

"Cute?" He asked, blinking at me a few times and I just smirked back at him. "I assure you princess, I'm far from cute," his voice dropped just the slightest, making my stomach churn deliciously. "Not too busy. Are you sure you don't want to come out for a late night boat ride with me?"

I bit my lip, considering, could it hurt anything? A relaxing night on the water, handsome sexy man, maybe I'd even get laid.

"I'll see what I can do," I finally decided, and his eyes lit up, looking over me hungrily, I blushed underneath his intense gaze.

"You won't regret it, beautiful," he licked his lip, slowly dragging his finger around the top of his glass, my stomach flipped, my cheeks turning bright red.

"Yeah, we'll see about that."

-

"Who are the flowers from?" Cassian had been dying to ask the question ever since they had arrived at Azriels apartment. He had noticed Azriels reaction when he first saw them and Cass' response was to remove the vase from sight all together and put them away in Bees room before Azriel sent the vase smashing to the wall. Since then, Azriel had showered and calmed down and they were watching Dude, Where's my Car? and were about 4 spliffs deep, Cass' question left him tense all over again.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know who they are from? Do I look like I receive flowers?" Azriel snapped, his tone biting as he turned to glare at Cassian.

"Hey man, Im sorry. I was just curious," Cass threw his hands up in defense, his eyes drifting back to the tv screen. Az shouldn't have been angry at him for asking, but his phone was only burning more of a hole in his pocket now, he had been desperately fighting the urge to check Bees location when he got home and saw the flowers on the counter. He had also desperately fought the urge to inspect them to try and figure out who they were from, though the expensive looking extra bouquet made him wonder if she had given Eris her number in the bar. He cursed himself for not interrupting them sooner.

"It's cool, just on edge," Azriel responded after a long few moments of silence. Bee was at work, she was definitely at work so it couldnt hurt just to check. He slid his phone from his pocket tapping on her name and then more and then... His gut wrenched, his grip on his phone tightening as he stared. Not at work, in the fucking harbor? "She's fucking Eris," Az growled, the words had just slipped out of Azriels mouth, he couldn't help himself. He had met Eris there for fucking blow so many times, fucking entertained his tool ass while he showed off his fucking big ass boat, Azriel had stepped foot on that boat. And now Bee was on that boat probably fucking him.

"Like Irish mob boss looking coke dealer Eris?" Cass' head snapped toward him, his nose crinkling slightly. "That doesn't really seem like Bees' type."

"Do you know any other Eris, you idiot?" Azriel was on his feet now, pacing, trying to come up with any sort of plan in his head that could remedy the absolute disaster that was currently happening. "I have to fucking go over there Cass- I could fucking kill that motherfucker. What is she thinking?" he was rambling, still pacing back and forth across the living room.

"Calm down Az," Cass started, sitting up a little straighter. "You can't go there. She's grown Azriel, she can make her own decisions. You really fucked up this time. You need to take this as a sign to get your head out of your fucking ass and maybe tell her how you feel instead of trying to dull it out with drugs." Cassians tone had had gotten sharper, his eyes narrowed as he looked at his friend. "I think you should get some sleep," he knew his friend needed it, and he did too. "I'll stay on the couch tonight, make sure you don't do anything stupid."

Azriel was seething, but after a long moment of consideration and his body screaming at him for sleep after not having any real rest in days, his shoulders slumped in defeat and he retreated to his room.

-

"So please tell me what the deal is with you and why youre wasting your time with a man like Azriel, you deserve the world on a string, and he can't even get clean for you?" Eris had been dancing around the subject of whether or not I was single all night, I knew he was only wondering about the way that Azriel had dragged me out of Galaxy.

We had in fact danced under the moonlight. I had to admit, his boat was pretty special. I was sipping on a glass of champagne that was from a bottle I had never seen before, and probably cost more than all of my bills for the month put together. Eris had put me in some fancy dress as soon as we arrived, which he assured me belonged only to him and that it was mine now if I wanted to keep it. I had just tried to ignore the fact that he probably kept a whole closet of these things for nights just like this one.

"Hes not my boyfriend," I said, feeling tense now, I had been enjoying the rest of our evening so much until he had to bring Azriel into it. Eris was standing on the deck, his shirt open, pale abdominal muscles gleaming in the moon light, his hair ruffled with the sea breeze and he tipped his head back to sip his champagne his eyes landing back on me. I squirmed underneath his gaze, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Oh?" he quirked an eyebrow up, taking a few more steps toward me and he leaned on the railing. He looked like he was straight out of a steamy romance movie, I contemplated my choices and wondered who the hell I thought I was coming out here.

"Hes been my best friend since I was nine years old," I explained, rubbing my thumb against the champagne flute, my cheeks reddening under Eris' intense curious gaze.

"Oh," he repeated, but this time less inquisitive and more understanding, maybe even disappointed. "I see," he says carefully and takes a few more steps before he joins me, taking a seat so close that his cologne filled my nostrils, tickling my nose and making me shiver slightly. He smirked, sliding his arm around the back of the couch, my heart pounded in my chest. "Ive heard that one before," he says, almost his tone almost sounding bored. "Obviously in love, both too cowardly to take the leap, left with absolutely nothing. Tragic," He leaned back a bit, I could feel the heat of his arm on the back of the sofa, my blood heated, my mouth popping open in surprise.

"It's not even like that you don't-" I don't even get to finish before he was cutting me off again, I had noticed he liked to do that a lot. His presence commanded attention.

"I can show you, princess," he leaned closer, his nose almost touching mine, my breath caught, my mouth going dry. "That there is other things, much more exciting things," his eyes were dark, swimming with lust as he stared into mine. "Would you like that?" he asked, his voice sounding gravelly and he tilted my chin up, our eyes boring into each others. Is he seducing me?

"I-" I started but he shook his head, pressing his thumb on my lips to stop me from speaking. Is it working? My throbbing pussy said yes. And Az... Doesn't want me. Him going back to Cecille after knowing how I feel about him... It said enough.

"Im not afraid to say what I want," Eris' eyes drifted down for a brief second before landing back on mine, despite the chill in the night air being on the ocean, my entire body felt like it was on fire. "And I want to fuck you under the stars right here, right now, like you deserve," he licked his lips, drawing his head back again to get a good look at me.

"Okay," I croaked out, almost pathetically, he chuckled, grinning triumphantly before he crashed his lips to mine. I gasped softly at the feeling, but wasted no time kissing him back, he was hungry, needy in a way different than Azriel. There was no spark, no soul crushing connection like my kiss with Azriel... But it was fucking hot. Eris was fucking hot, and I needed him to fuck me.

"That's it," he whispers against my now open mouth before he slid his tongue past my lips. He pulled up the silky fabric of the short dress and yanked me on top of him so that I was straddling his lap, his fingers dug into my thighs. I moaned softly at the feeling of his hard cock between us, feeling absolutely desperate for him. My fingers slid over his stomach, feeling the taut muscles and I undid his expensive looking belt, and freed him from his pants, gasping as his hard pink cock slapped his stomach. I watched him roll a condom onto himself with wide eyes, my mouth watering at the sight.

Eris slammed our lips together again, and lifted my hips up his fingers digging into my skin, I knew it would leave bruises. He growled at me to put it in, which I hastily obliged moving my panties to the side for him and guiding his cock to my slick opening.

I cried out when he pulled me back down, sinking deliciously onto his cock. I tossed my head back as he fucked up into me, his fingers still squeezing my hips to guide me to bounce up and down on his cock. "That's it princess," he grunted, his cock slamming into me deeply with each bounce. In a second he had flipped me over to hang over the edge of the couch, cursing under his breath at the sight of my ass bared to him. He was slamming into me again within seconds, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he got closer and closer. I whimpered, arching my back for him, gripping onto the side of the couch desperately as he fucked me. I moaned softly, my pussy throbbing with each delicious thrust. I huffed softly when he finished, collapsing next to me on the couch after he pulled me up. I couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he was done.

"Thanks for tonight," I finally breathed after a long few moments of silence, playing with the hem of my dress I lifted my eyes to look at him.

"Anytime, truly princess," he smirked before discarding the condom. I had half expected a man of his caliber to notice that I didnt cum. They never did. I sighed softly, ruffling my fingers through my hair.

"I really should be getting home, I have exams to study for in the morning," I swallowed, checking the time on my phone, my face paled as I noticed four new messages from Azriel.

what the fuck are you doing bee?

i told you to stay away from him

so youre just gonna ignore me?

just come home bro

I swallowed the lump in my throat, suddenly feeling guilty I locked my phone. "Now, I have to go now please," I managed and Eris' face twisted in confusion and annoyance, but he didnt protest.

"Come on then."

-

"Bee get up, we're going," Azriel insisted, a look of determination on his face.

"Az no, it's going to be embarrassing," she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears again, "and I already ruined my makeup," she smoothed out her prom dress, staring ahead of her, silent tears running down her cheeks. Azriel winced, he hated when she cried.

"Come on, it can't be that embarrassing to go with me," he smirked, taking a seat next to her on her front step. It was his senior prom, and he had very much been looking forward to fucking his date, Viola, captain of the cheerleading team, at the end of the night.

All of that had changed when he had left his house to pick her up and saw Bee, crying across the street on her front steps. He had warned her about Jax, he had told her it was a bad idea to go to prom with him. She had just wanted to go so bad, and he cursed himself now for letting his dick get in the way and not just asking her if she wanted to go with him as soon as he found out Jax had asked her. Apparently, he had decided last minute that he didnt want to go with Bee, which meant she couldn't go at all because she wasnt a senior.

"You know that's not what I meant," she gave him a dirty look but cracked the tiniest smile at the sight of his. He grinned lazily, glad she wasnt crying anymore and he poked her side.

"Az," she giggled softly, squirming away from him, her eyes met his finally, a big smile spreading across her face.

"There we go," he chuckled softly. "That's my Bee."

-

a/n: just a little bump in the road tehe, sorry about the wait my loves im truly a busy ass person tysm for all the support. comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list. also proof read this so fast cus im so sleepy tell me if you see mistakes.

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: ̗̀➛ Sending genshin men the wrong message.

part 1

Who?

╰┈➤ Ayato, diluc , alhaitham

situation?

╰┈➤ you sent the wrong message to your boss which was supposed to be for your brother.

✎ this is an au (diluc still has the wine Business)!! Characters is your boss who likes you secretly. ⚠️ Use of cuss words... I'm trying my best to make them character like so be nice jk <3 they are just my genshin top 3 so I made this then I can also read it myself 😭 anyways enjoy <3 cannot assure you of perfect grammar !! I like to keep it simple

: ̗̀➛ AYATO

You accidentally sent those to Ayato, your boss because you kept thinking about him and how you hate his strict side. He doesn't smile and he always looks mad whenever you don't finish on time, it was his fault for giving you so much work. If there's a time where he's good to you it's the time when you finish all the work that he assigned for you to do fast. The next day after that, he'll assign you more and more and it gets annoying knowing you have to work overtime again.

You sent it accidentally because, you weren't focused enough. You are focused trying to guess the time what time you can come home. The first person on your chats list was always your brother so you just got used to it and clicked it without looking. Now you're standing there, in his office expecting him to scream and fire you after sending him such ridiculous messages.

"So..Y/N did I really assign you a ton of work?" It was the first thing he said before firing you, or that's what you thought.

You shook your head.

"No, sir. It's not that..it's just umm, my girl days are acting up I didn't mean those I'm sorry! It won't happen again. I promise."

It was a lie but you were desperate. You didn't want to lose this job because it would be too hard to find another.

"Girl days? You could simply tell me if I'm giving you too much work, I can work on that and I understand if you're tired, but you didn't have to-" He was cutted of by you apologizing to him.

"No it's not that! I'm really sorry. I apologize. I'll take the consequences of my reckless actions." You said as you bowed to him to show your sincerity.

You took the consequences of your actions, it was just your boss giving you work but your work gets easier and less time by time, you didn't understand why of course but people are gossiping about how your boss likes you which you didn't believe at first but he becomes more gentle and gentle to you. You fell for him and when you started dating him, you found out your boss likes you for so long and was actually hurt by the wrong messages you sent, but it's alright now because you kept kissing him and telling him how much you love him.

: ̗̀➛ DILUC

When you saw that reply from Diluc, your boss. You really tried to run away and hide yourself forever. You're using your phone while working? He'll probably scream at you and fire you. That's what you thought. The only reason why you sent that message to him instead of your brother was because you're WORKING. You had to focus on making a drink first while using your phone, it wasn't allowed when your boss was there and one day he just wasn't and you thought it's okay for you to do that.

That's why, it happened. You thought your job was over and you can't do anything about it. Just by thinking what your boss would do to you when you meet him the next day scares the shit of you, well you did compliment him so you hope he'll let it slide but at the same time you also said that it was a loss. You had to go to the tavern, sleepless who looks hopeless at the same time, now you're just standing in front of your boss, diluc while he's at his chair looking really fresh and cool.

"Care to explain?, Y/N" He said, he wasn't looking at you. He's doing his work while waiting for you to speak for yourself.

"I won't do it again, it's really wrong for me to speak bad things about you when you're the one who's helping me to earn money, I'm really sorry. Sir." You said as you bowed to him, when you tried to look at him, he looked confused and stressed by just what you said.

"I'm not talking about that, Y/N. I'm telling you to explain why were you using your phone while doing your work? It's forbidden, you know that right?" Now you felt more embarrassed than you did before. You apologized for speaking bad about him but not using your phone in the middle of your work.

"It was reckless behavior that I did, sir. I'm really sorry. I won't do it ever again. I will do everything I can to assure you that."

He didn't fire you and just told you to do your work, however you couldn't focus for months because of what you did. Diluc was the one who REALLY assured you that it's fine just don't do it again. He's straight up being sweet towards you. You didn't think about it at first but you completely fell in love with him. You may have told him that you loved him when you were drunk and magically out of nowhere, you both started dating after getting drunk that night.

: ̗̀➛ ALHAITHAM

Alhaitham was flabbergasted when you sent those messages and the fact that you didn't realize it because you're that BUSY typing was something else. You just didn't mind it and waited for your iced coffee that was paid by your brother patiently, I mean you always ask your brother to deliver coffee to you so he knows what to do so you just continued your work like nothing.

How did you realize it, you ask? It was when your iced coffee was delivered by your co-workers saying that it was for you, and when you're about to thank your brother through chats you realized your boss, alhaitham was the one you messaged to deliver you coffee. It was so embarrassing but you're thankful at the same time because your boss really did buy you COFFEE but still it was straight up embarrassing making your boss buy you a coffee, so when you finished typing the files that your boss assigned you to, you immediately went to his office, he was the one who started the conversation.

"How was the coffee, Y/N?" He asked while you hand him the files he asked for. He sounded sarcastic that you didn't know what to answer.

"It was a wrong sent message sir, I'm really sorry. I can pay you right now. I'm just really sorry." It was so embarrassing for you, that you couldn't even move your body, you looked at the floor the whole time not bothering to look at him.

"It's alright, you said it yourself. I should pay more respect to my employees especially you."

You avoided your boss after that talk. You'd go the other way around whenever you see him in the office and when you give him the files he needs, you'll immediately leave. You thought you were doing very well avoiding him but destiny had other plans. Whenever you're down and alone, you just see him. You see him everywhere you go, anywhere you lay your eyes too. He just can't be avoided whatever you do. He knows what you're doing he looks like he's unbothered but he's really bothered by you avoiding him all the time, like did he look that scary to you?

Well, he found a way to talk to you and tell you that it's okay it's not a big deal and when you had that talk with him everything felt better. You felt relieved and happy because you felt like you had a beef with your boss, Now whenever you hand him the files he needs, you stay for a little talk and it becomes a hobby for the both of you, he was cold and sweet but you realized he's all that you ever wanted. When you both started dating he may have given you a new office that's very close to his so that he can see and talk to you everyday and anytime he wants.

[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Some Fluff, Talk of Death/Afterlife, Suggested Depression, Suggested Self-Harm, Suggested Breakdown, Suggested Anxiety, Light Smut

Word Count: 3.7K

“I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn't stop it.” ― J. Sterling

It was a hot and humid day. The type of days Miguel hates the most in September because the heat made him uncomfortable and the humidity made his hair frizzy and lose its shape. It was even worse while sitting in a stuffy classroom with ACs that never worked. The rooms were always filled with the strong smell of teenage bodies and dust from janitorial neglection over the summer months. In addition, the beginning weeks of school were a bore with nothing to actually do but sit there and listen to underpaid teachers repeat the same school rules they hear in the beginning of every school semester. 

He was sure he was about to fall asleep at that moment. The heat made him drowsy and the monotone voice of his teacher morphed into white noise. It was nearing the end of the day anyways, and too early into the school year for any teachers to give enough of a shit to write anyone up. He couldn’t take another second of school expectations and the disgusting mix of AXE body spray and floral perfume. But, now when he thinks back on that boring class, he can’t take it on himself to fully hate it. Because, in the same second that he looked toward the clock above the door to check the time, his life changed forever. 

It was instant. Maybe not instant instant, but it was just quick enough to call it instant. She had come in late. Very late with a chest that heaved and tried to keep her rapidly beating heart in her body. Sweat made the front pieces of her hair stick to her face, flushed from the way she had run down the hall to make it to class. Of course, in that moment Miguel found her less than ideal, but he knows now that even in that stuffy school uniform the academy mandated every student to wear, she was the most beautiful goddamn thing that walked the entire earth. And when she spoke to give her name for attendance, a voice and name that will haunt Miguel until he takes his last breath, he knew their lives would be forever intertwined. 

That thought was concrete the second you had walked down the same row of desks as him, stopping at the desk directly in front of him. The smell of sweetness and a bit of sweat, a smell that only comes to him in the early mornings when he isn’t really awake or asleep, instantly overpowered any other smell in the room. If he skips ahead, he can remember nearly every instance in which he leaned his stomach against the hard edge of the desk to get a stronger smell, everytime he held up a piece of your hair to his face, everytime he snuck out of your bedroom window smelling like you after spending the night making love. But, Miguel is a man who follows a strict timeline, who revels in the chronological order of things. 

Instead, he focuses on the first time he had the chance to talk to you. Despite you being only a desk away, it took a few months to hold an actual conversation that was more than, “Do you have an extra pencil?” or “Did you write down the last bullet of that slide?” Despite the lack of communication, the younger Miguel had developed a slight crush on you. He had seen you in the halls between classes and he focused more on you than on the board in class. In all honesty, the delay in conversation was purely your fault. You were an energetic girl, not popular but well known. Someone was always talking to you at your desk in the beginning and end of class. Always laughing with you about something stupid that happened early that day, always asking for help for an upcoming test or assignment, always taking up your time. He could never be mad about it, though. Even if it meant he had lost an extra few months with you. It was okay because even if those months weren’t with you, they were of you. Months filled with the sound of your voice, the addicting sound of your laugh, the glimpses of your smile and shiny eyes. Moments that fill his head when he sleeps at night and when he gets lost in a daydream. 

You had turned to him, asking him about some party one of his friends at the time was planning because he had turned 18. They’re simple, small questions: “What was the address again?”, “Anyone is invited, right?”, “What’s the dress code? Is there a theme?”, “Are you going?”. He had to bite his tongue to stop from scaring you off with manic answers. Yes, anyone is invited but don’t bring some random guy with you. Bring me with you instead. The dress code doesn’t matter because you’ll look stunning in anything you wear. I only want to go if you go. 

“You… only want to go if I go?” You had asked. Your voice was decorated with a confused giggle and your ears had glowed pink. 

Miguel blinked up at you with his own confusion. He had yet to realize his last words had bubbled out of his chest until you were giggling and eyeing him shyly. He was quick to cover his face as it grew warm, and he let out a groan while cursing himself. You had laughed harder then, eyes shining with a build-up of tears as you clutched your stomach. Miguel had spread his fingers slightly so he could peak through them. You were a sight to behold with that enchanting laughter and infatuating smile. He couldn’t keep himself from smiling against his palms. When you had finally reduced your amusement to a toothy smile, you had gently pried Miguel’s hands off his face just enough to see him. 

He was sure he looked stupid, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide over the fact you were touching him. Your hands were warm and small against his and he swore his heart was trying to rip open his chest so it could run to you. He almost went dizzy when your thumb stroked his hands in a comforting manner in hopes of easing his embarrassment. He had never wanted to kiss someone so badly before. Would you have minded? God he really hoped you wouldn’t.

“Miguel?” You sang, a teasing smile on your face as you looked at him, “Are you there?”

Say it again. Say my name again, please. You’re the only person ever allowed to say it ever again. God, he was losing his mind. He still is losing it over you. Every goddamn day. Miguel doesn’t think he’ll ever get it back. You took it from him. His mind, his body, his soul. You took everything from him. It’s yours. It’s yours, it’s yours, it’s yours.

Please, give it back to me.

When he had finally responded to you, your smile had shone brighter and you asked him a question that still leaves his mind dumbstruck when he thinks back on it: What time do you want to pick me up? He remembers the way his breath flew out of his lungs, how his heart had paused and then started running again. Remembers the way your throat bobbed slightly, probably because you had regretted asking the question or maybe, he hopes this is why because he never thought to ask you, maybe because you were nervous too. Just maybe you had wanted to talk to him before this life altering moment. Maybe, somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you were tied to this fool of a boy too. 

He had stuttered out a pathetic ‘what?’ and you had rolled your eyes playfully in response. You ditched repeating the question and had instead given him a time and your address before getting up as the bell rang. While you walked out the door with a small wave and big smile, Miguel sat there in an astonished daze blinking at the board. Time seemed to stop as everyone else around him started walking past him to their next classes. It wasn’t until his friend walked past, jolting him with a slap on the back and a whispered, ‘good work, dude’ before walking out the door that he came back to his senses. It was only then that the conversation finally registered in Miguel’s dazzled brain. He leaned forward and hid his face in his hands again as he closed his eyes and his mouth formed a large smile. 

He had a date. He had a date with you.

His shoulders shook with a silent, delirious laugh.

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Miguel knew he was in love. Or, he knew he was going to be in love. It’s complicated to describe, that nagging feeling that wasn’t exactly scary but wasn’t completely comforting either. It’s even weirder feeling it. Having your mind constantly crying out go home, go home, go home but your body pulls you away from every building and straight towards another body like you’re tethered together. Like he’s tethered to you. Sometimes, when Miguel closes his eyes and really concentrates, he can still feel that sharp tug at the center of his chest that tries to bring him somewhere that he tries to get further and further away from. 

He can’t lie and say it wasn’t the big things that made him think, know, he was in love. Because it was. But it was also the small things. Like when you found out what his favorite color was, yellow despite popular belief, and how you had come into school the next week with your nails done in the exact shade you had made him show you on his phone. Or that time he had seen your phone light up in class and your display had revealed that you were listening to the same song he was mumbling under his breath the day before on repeat. It was the collection of those small details that made his heart beat a bit faster and for his smile to tick up behind his hand.

And it was that first kiss. That damned first kiss that Miguel can still feel ghosting against his lips. That he feels on his bad days like some sort of silent encouragement that he will get through it. Swears those phantom lips are what pulls him out of his night terrors as if to protect him as he pants and cries in those late hours. The same kiss that he wishes he could feel forever and ever and simultaneously burn from memory. Sometimes, he thinks about pulling some poor, unsuspecting stranger off the street and kissing them to see if it would feel the same. When he thinks like that, he instantly goes to the bathroom and dry heaves until his throat hurts. Of course it would never feel the same, what a silly idea. What a betrayal and discourtesy towards you to even entertain the idea. 

The kiss had happened weeks after the party. In between those two moments had been brushed hands, glances in the hallways, and not so subtle flirting whispered during lessons. Each moment had Miguel’s face flushing and heart racing. It left him with a craving for you. So, when you had invited him to study with you in the library, he had eagerly nodded despite knowing he would ace the test without looking over any of his notes. He would be too busy looking at you either way to focus on his chicken scratch. 

You hadn’t gotten much studying done that day either. Instead, Miguel had distracted you with whispered words in your ears that caused you to quietly giggle and smile up at him. He can remember every detail. From the way your cheeks grew to match the pink of your lips, how you had fiddled with the mechanical pencil in your hand, how your eyes had twinkled as you leaned towards him. He remembers how you had grabbed his hand, a soft and gentle touch, asking him to come with you to find a book you needed. Remembers how you had pulled him towards the back shelves filled with encyclopedias with bug-bitten pages. Can still remember the slight dizzy feeling he had when you pulled him around one of the old bookshelves and pressed him into it. Can still feel the hands pressed against his chest to hold him in place as you peaked around the corner in case anyone was coming over. He remembers the notes he chuckled as he asked you what you were doing. Can see the smile you gave him before you pulled him down for the only kiss that will ever matter in his entire life. 

Your lips were soft and tasted like the cherry lip gloss you wore. He had furrowed his brows as his hands came to squeeze your waist while he moved his mouth over yours. He memorized the trail your hands took as they traveled up his chest and tangled in his hair. He can replicate the way his vocal cords shifted as he let out that satisfied groan when you allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth. If he were to look down at his hand right now, he could swear the creases of his palms still have your sticky gloss stuck in them from when he had turned you around to press you against the shelves, but his desperation caused books to fall and his hand went to cover your mouth as you pulled away and started laughing. He had smiled down at you and buried his head in the crook of your neck to muffle his own laughter. He never regretted getting detention for the next few days when the librarian had found the both of you. It just gave him more chances to kiss you when the detention instructor fell asleep. 

It was during one of those detention kisses that he had whispered against your lips to be his girlfriend. You had answered with another kiss and a delighted yes.

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It had been a month or two after the one year anniversary that he finally made love to you. It was sometime in the later months of senior year. Another hot and humid day. But instead of being in a classroom, he had been in your room. Miguel remembers that your sheets had been white with a small flower print, throw pillows and blankets making up for the lack of color. They were soft under the material of his jeans as he held you while you cried. 

On that day, your usually clean room was in shatters. Things ripped from your walls, notebooks and papers shoved off your desk, clothes taken off hangers and thrown on the floor. The only things that had survived had been pictures of the two of you and your bed. He had gotten a call from your frantic mother, begging him to come calm you down. That he was the only one that can get through the fog in your mind. He had rushed over, your mother opening the door for him so he could run up the stairs to your room. When he had thrown open the door, his chest broke in a way that made it almost impossible to breathe. He rubs his chest whenever he thinks back to it, like the heartbreak is still there.  

You had thrown yourself in a corner, sobbing and rocking yourself back and forth in a way to seek comfort. The mess of your room had surrounded you, barricading you from everything else. When the door knocked into the wall, your face had left your arms and tear-beaded lashes blinked up at him. You had cried harder when you had seen him. He had strived towards you, picking you up easily off the ground and away from the chaos on your floor. He cradled you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his hips as you cried tears into his T-shirt. He had whispered soft, caring words into your ear, an arm wrapped around your waist and a hand in your hair. 

You had cried for another hour, hiccuping watery words about a scary future. A life of uncertainties and insecurities. A life where you ended up alone and scared and desperate to get by. A world where dreams don’t exist and your greatest fears consume you. Days where you don’t know how to get out of bed and shut up the nasty voices in your head. Minutes where you’re tempted to listen to them and then the hours that follow where you hate yourself for contemplating it. If Miguel were to go into his closet right now, he can find the same shirt he wore. A single shoulder lingering with black splotches of mascara that never fully washed away. Each splotch represents a worry you had trusted him with. 

He had pressed you closer to him, whispering ‘it’s not your fault’, over and over and over again until his throat ached and your cries had died down to soft trembling. Another hour was spent in silence as he had just held you. His hands playing mindlessly with your hair and your breath tickling his neck. The sun had begun to set and a golden glow had lit up your bed in a yellow color.

“It’s your favorite shade,” You had whispered in a broken voice. It was scratchy and rough. Miguel thought it sounded just as lovely as it always has. It reminds him of a pipe organ, beautiful but sad. 

He had to turn around to see what you were talking about. He turned his head slightly to see your hand outstretched, fingers playing as the light spilled from them. He can’t remember a time where you looked so peaceful. He had watched your hand, before nodding his head in agreement. “Yes, it is.”

He reached his hand out, taking a hold of yours gently and connecting his fingers with yours like a puzzle. He brought his hands back towards the both of you, bringing it up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. He watched your eyes, red and puffy from crying. He held your hand to his mouth for a while, his thumb stroking the skin. When he had finally dropped your hand, you leaned forward to rest your forehead against his, just staring into his eyes. Your scent instantly filled his nose. It is the same smell that he has stored in his bedside drawer in a glass bottle. He never sprays it in his room, just holds it to his nose with closed eyes and pretends you’re right next to him again.

“I love you.” The words were sweet and poured warmth onto his skin. He closed his eyes and sat there, letting your words echo in his head until he memorized how each letter and syllable sounded when it left your lips. 

Miguel remembers the strength he used to grab your waist as he connected your lips to his. Remembers that the kiss was different from any other kiss the two of you had shared before this. He still can’t describe why it was different, but he can still feel it in his bones. He remembers pushing his body into yours and you pushing back. Even though his eyes were closed in the moment, he can see everything clearly in his mind, as if he were a phantom watching it. Can see the exact placement of your hands on his shoulders, can see the way your lips parted and the soft noise you made when he had flipped the two of you over and laid you on your back. 

Those soft, soft noises that split his chest open so his heart can absorb them and keep them safe. He remembers every soft pant and plead you had whispered into the air of your room as he stripped you of your clothes, kissing trails down your body. The giggle you had let out when he almost tripped taking off his pants is still trapped between those plaster walls. The soft feeling of your skin under his was like a cloud, your body warmth the sun. He remembers the halo your hair made as the dying sunlight bathed your face and caused your eyes to shine and for your skin to glow. He remembers the light dimming from your face as he slid slowly into you. He had immediately apologized as you whimpered in temporary pain. 

He had slowly moved inside you, taking his time as you held him close to your body. The soft moans of his name traveled through shivers that rode down his spine, the sounds quiet to not alert your parents. His response was the repeated saying of I love you, over and over again. He repeated it, looking down at your face, into your eyes, so you could see the realness and vulnerability of the words. He made sure you felt it as he grabbed onto your skin and buried his head into your neck as he thrusted. He felt the love you had for him in every scratch down his back and tightening of your walls around him. 

He remembers trying to hold on to his pleasure before it exploded right after yours. He had panted as he looked down at you, your breaths mixing together. He had kissed you softly as he pulled his softening member out of you and you smiled against his lips. He had laid with you for a while before getting up, grabbing his discarded shirt and wiping you down before taking you into his arms again and falling asleep. He held you close to his chest, both of you naked under your blankets as the moonlight glowed against the two of you. 

The next morning, he drove you to the closest drug store. The both of you walked to the counter smelling like each other as he paid for a Plan B pill and snacks. It was a story you and him laughed about on the rooftop of your house the night you both graduated from Pym Academy.

CHAPTER 2- THEN: THE CANON

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Knowing the original reason(s) that Dick became Nightwing and then reading comics like Nightwing: Year One is just so annoying. Like what is the deal with more modern rewrites making everything surrounding Dick and Bruce super edgy and angsty when the original version of the story was perfectly fine?? It’s like DC Comics is on a mission to assassinate both of their characters to make Dick into a ‘sad boy’, it’s infuriating.

Original Pre-Crisis Nightwing Lore: Yeah I'm just kind of getting too old to be Robin. Like it or not Robin is forever and always going to be known as Batman's sidekick and I just don't feel like that fits me anymore. I'm the leader of the Teen Titans and I spend most of my time doing that and solo missions now anyway. I think I'm going to drop the mantle, take a step back, and find a new identity. Original Post-Crisis Nightwing Lore: I got shot and fell off a building during a mission and almost died right in front of Bruce. It shook him up and made him super afraid of me dying so he told me he wasn't going to run with a Robin anymore because he didn't want my death to be his fault. I was annoyed about him treating me like a kid and that he was throwing all the years we worked together away over one incident but he said it wasn't like that, he just hoped I was old enough to understand where he was coming from. I told him that there was no way I wasn't going to continue being a hero and he fully supported me saying that he would always be there to help if I needed it. I was still hurt by it all, especially when Jason showed up, but ultimately I came to understand why it happened and got over it. Edgy Retcon Nightwing Lore: I went out of my way to SAVE him and then I got PUNISHED because I didn't do it right and wasn't prioritizing Gotham enough despite my THIRTEEN THOUSAND JOBS but I'm not surprised because he's always been unreasonable and HATES ME so now I'm not Robin anymore because Batman is an awful person and emotionally abuses me. And just to be clear it's not like Dick and Bruce didn't fight before the retcon, frequently being at each other's throats is literally a core aspect of their relationship, but I'm just so tired of them retconning every interaction they have into some overdramatic spat. Way to completely strip Dick of all his agency as a character and turn Bruce into an empty cardboard cut out of himself. Hope the angst points are worth it.

EDIT: I also want to add that fights between Bruce and Dick used to have a lot more nuance than they do now. The B&D fights used to be caused by a breakdown in communication on BOTH sides, not just Bruce's. The 'Jason becoming Robin' fight comes to mind. In Batman #416 neither Dick's complaints nor Bruce's excuses made complete sense but that was the point. Bruce should have been better at reaching out but Dick was also expecting Bruce to be a mind reader and know how he was feeling without telling him. Dick left home without saying goodbye well Bruce was on a mission, Bruce assumed that meant Dick didn't want to see him and so avoided reaching out leading to the two of them not talking for a long time. Dick accepts that Bruce doesn't want him as Robin anymore in stride (he even smiles and shit about it) so Bruce doesn't realize that losing Robin actually hurt him, ex. It's that kind of fighting, the "I want to slam both your heads together" fighting, that I miss so much.

[sillyteecup]

The Wrong Way

Roman Reigns x black!o.c

Jey Uso x black!o.c

Chapter 4

Warnings:

18+

Strong language

Misogyny

Mention of sexual assault

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A.N: This took me too damn long😭😭in my defense though, school has been drowning me and I've barely had the time to get this done quick enough, but ke...what can be said? Anyway, here is chapter 4 of The Wrong Way. I hope you like it. Enjoy❤️

Lori did not believe in setting expectations for people. As it was, she tried to keep her social interactions with anyone she did not know or trust to a minimal. Being a certified introvert, she thought it to be unrealistic to hold people to any social standards before speaking to them. All expectations bred disappointments as life is fickle. Human beings weren't nearly as fickle as life, but they could never be the exception to the rule.

All of that to say, she didn't know what to expect from the Tribal Prince Jey, as the first they met he grinned at her as though she were a piece of meat, and then the second time he glared at her like a foe. Now they were seated opposite each other in the matte black suv that Paul assigned to them, and he still had a scowl on his face.

"Have we met perhaps?" Lori questioned, breaking the heavy silence.

Jey tilted his head, features dancing between confusion and wondering if she was just stupid. "What?" he asked.

"Well you've been glaring at me since I landed, so I couldn't help but wonder if we had crossed paths and I happened to have wronged you by chance," she said indignantly, her irritation at his current expression slowly boiling.

"You're one to talk, when you don't look like the happiest trooper yourself," Jey said evenly, trying to keep an iron grip on his temper.

"Well I'm sure you can agree that there is nothing to be happy about as it stands," Lori pointed out bitterly.

Jey's face scrunched up in mild annoyance. "Yet you asked to ride with me. And for what? So you can shit on me for not acting like everything is sunshine and rainbows?" Jey spat, getting angrier by the sexond.

"I asked for you to accompany me so that we could perhaps get to know each other and maybe figure out a way to make this work, not have you sit there pouting like some petulant child who was denied pudding after dinner!" Lori hissed, finally losing her temper.

She watched as Tribal Prince Jey sat in his seat, jaw clenching as he likely fought the urge to wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze till she was dead. If only he knew that she had the same thoughts swimming around her mind.

"Says the immature little bitch that threw a tantrum in the middle of a meeting because things weren't going her way," Jey said venomously.

"Tribal Prince Jey I assure you that while I respect your royal standing, I cannot allow you to call me out of my name. I shall hold my tongue because I was raised to be a respectable young lady, but-" she had begun to rant before being cut off by a mirthles chuckle from Jey.

"Respectable? Girl you a whole ass ho that runs around serving up pussy to every man that smiles at you," he said maliciously.

At this, Lori's heart stopped. Her hands began to tremble as tears threatened to spill form her eyes. She mentally condemned her father to hell for the way he painted the loss of her virginity as her being promiscuous. She had always rued the day she trusted him to understand and empathize with her for what actually happened that night. But now, at this very moment, she hated him for this false portrait he had sold of her to this family. He threw her trauma like a piece of raw meat into a den of lions. One day, he would pay.

"You do not know anything about me," she said, tone lowering as she seethed in rage.

There was another one of those mirthles laughs. "I don't need to. And frankly, I don't want to. Just 'cause we engaged, don't mean I need to coddle your feelings or be your friend or whatever the fuck you were hoping to achieve here!"

Lori bit the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from speaking out of line. Just because he was an insulant fool, it did not mean she had to stoop this level down in hell to defend herself. She was a woman of honor and dignity; there was no place in her mind that was reserved for engaging in petty spats with an individual such as Tribal Prince Jey.

"If that is what you so wish, then very well," she said evenly, marking him as dead to her.

No one could say she did not try.

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Roman, Paul and Sami arrived at the family mansion, or "the palace" as they usually called it, to find Miss Loreal Moore with her maidens, and Jey waiting for them. While the maidens each took in the courtyard with awe, Jey and his fiancé seemed disgruntled.

"Damnit," Roman whispered to himself. Even after the clear warning he had given Jey, his cousin did not cooperate. Roman could not let his incompetence slide as it would set a bad example to his brothers and the rest of their cousins. But he would deal with that later.

"The lady looks unhappy, my Tribal Chief," Paul pointed out, only adding to the grating of Roman's nerves.

"Wiseman, please tell me something. Do I look blind maybe?" Roman questioned him sarcastically, to which he shook his head rapidly while stammering for an answer.

"N-no, never my-my Tribal Chief. Your eyesight is absolutely perfect. 20/20 vision I would say-" Paul rambled, attempting to calm Roman down before he angered him even further.

"Then what made you feel the need to point out something that I can so obviously fucking see?" Roman said through gritted teeth. Everybody just seemed keen on trying his patience today and he couldn't understand why.

"I apologize my tribal Chief. But, may I ask, are there any plans by chance that the Tribal Chief may have to sway the lady in our favor?" Paul genuinely asked. If there was one thing Roman appreciated about his Wiseman, it was his dedication to the family. However Roman couldn't let his real plans be known, as one of the pieces to his little chess game was in the front seat.

"The best we can do right now is be hospitable. Show her that she's in the right place," Roman said before flashing a smile at Sami through the rearview mirror. "Ain't that right Sami?" he asked Sami in what has half a joke and half a threat.

Sami caught onto this and his lips curled up nervously. "Yes my Tribal Chief, definitely," he laughed nervously, earning a pat on the shoulder from Roman.

"Wiseman, get my door," Roman commanded while keeping his eyes on Sami. The moment Paul left the car, Roman leaned in to whisper into Sami's ear. "You and Miss Loreal Moore friends, Sami?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"She's been very kind to me my Tribal Chief," was all Sami said.

"I hope you've been returning the energy. After all, she might need a new friend around here," Roman whispered, sounding genuinely concerned for the lady.

"Oh, yes definitely, my Tribal Chief. I have shown Miss Loreal Moore nothing but kindness and I would be happy to be her friend if she allowed it," Sami rambled nervously. Roman moved back and smiled.

"Good, good. You're a good man Sami," he said, ending the conversation right before Paul finished announcing his presence and opened his door.

Right as he stepped out, Ms Loreal Moore's sharp gaze shot into his direction. "Miss Loreal Moore, you seem displeased-" Roman began to say, being cut off by his cousin's fiancé.

"I wish to go home. Now," she stated, her voice trembling as she struggled to hold it together.

Roman was taken aback by her demand. Her tone sounded to him like she had likely been angered or triggered by something Jey said. His neutral gaze quickly shifted into questioning glare towards Jey, who only scowled and turned away.

"I'm sure that whatever that happened to to make you wanna do that can be fixed. I don't know you well but you seem like a smart, mature and level headed woman. So let's just-" Roman began to say to calm her down only it be interrupted again. Which was beginning to get on his nerves.

"That thing you just did; attempting to soothe my ego to gaslight me into agreeing with whatever" solution" you were going to come up with? I hate it. It is an insult to my intelligence. And from what I can see, this family seems to be built on the foundation of insulting those they feel are lesser beings to them! I am by no means a fool! I know why that-" she took a breath to control herself mid-rant before continuing.

"I know why my father sold me to you people. I did not expect to be treated kindly or for this to be a fairytale of sorts, hell I did not even expect to be treated with integrity. But what I cannot take is being refferred to by obscene words, and then having my intelligence insulted less than 4 minutes later. If this is how it is to carry on going forward, then I would rather you put me on the next flight back to my home, so that I may live out the rest of my days in unmarried bliss," she finally finished before letting out a heavy exhale.

Roman clenched his jaw and nodded. He began to rethink every time he said Naomi was too stubborn for her own good. Compared to Miss Loreal Moore, Naomi was child's play. Even though she always gently kept them grounded, she had never outright called them out on their bullshit. Let alone on her first day on the island. As much as Roman appreciated this woman's strength, he also understood that she was going to be a nasty piece of work to mould into their image. Yet he found himself enticed by the challenge. Clearly he would have to break her and rebuild her in an image he saw fit. And one thing about Roman? He enjoyed playing God. But he would have to be smart about this. She had already seen through his first trick, which to be fair he hadn't even thought was one to begin with. He was just used to solving problems like that. Nevertheless, he was going to have to get far smarter than he ever had.

"I see. Wiseman, show them to their rooms. They've all had a pretty long day and are in no state to travel right now," he commanded, noticing the storm grow in Miss Loreal's eyes.

"Miss Loreal Moore, I shall speak with you tomorrow morning at 07:00 once you've had enough sleep," he added, hoping to quell her still rising temper.

Her eyes narrowed as she bit the inside of her cheek. It was as if she had realized that now that Roman had made his choice, there was no arguing. At least she held authority to a high regard to some extent.

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Skin illuminated by the sun rising, Lori took in the appearance of her room. The walls were a dull dull beige that contrasted poorly with the dark oak doors and large, arched windows. The curtains were a glaringly bright red, an irritating sight that drove Lori to open the curtains at the crack of dawn. They with the bedding sets and the velvet couch on the other end of the room. It was big, more spacious than the one back home. She hadn't bothered to check the size of the closet as she had no intentions staying long. The carpet and sheets were black, along with the blackwood vanity set. The whole room was dreadful.

And so was this family. Lori's mind had been flooded with predictions of how the Tribal Chief would try to coax her into staying. Having caught on to his tactic yesterday and with the understanding of the weight this marriage holds, she figured that Tribal Chief Roman would likely attempt slither his way into her mind to convince her that all of this was worth it in the end.

And maybe it was, but a few words dipped in caramel would not suffice in proving that to Lori. She glanced at the huge round clock on the wall next to the bathroom door, 05:30. Her maidens had insisted on making sure that they were at her side by five o'clock sharp, however Lori resisted. Insisting that she would much prefer if for the first time in a very long time, they rested. They deserved it. And her parents were not there to tell them otherwise.

After bathing and moisturising in complete solitude for the first time since she was born, she took the long-sleeved cotton sundress that. Minerva had picked out and ironed for her, and put it on. Lori then moved to sit by her vanity and frowned. She had never done her own hair before, and now with the bonnet covering her braided hair, the lack of experience had come back to bite her in the ass. From what she had observed in Willow doing her hair, her long, voluminous afro was no easy feat when it came to styling.

What if I just woke Willow up to help with my hair, then immediately after, she goes back to sleep? That would not be cruel would it?

Her pondering of her dilemma was interrupted by a knock on the door. Confused, Lori checked the time again, 06:30. Could the girls already be awake? She stood up from the stool and cautiously made her way to the door. The knock sounded again, right as her hand had touched the handle. Finally she opened, and on the other side was the last person she had expected to see.

"Sami? What are you going here so early?" she asked him. As nice as he was, and as much as she planned to utilise him if things went south, Lori was still guarded when faced with all the members of the Bloodline. After all, who was to say it wasn't an act?

He stook tall in her doorway with a boyish grin. He sported a black Nike t-shirt and sweats with sneakers to complete the ensemble. "Good morning Lori! Tribal Chief said I should swing by and check if you're ready," he explained cheerfully. His grin however faltered when he took note of the bonnet.

"What?" Lori said, noticing the change in expression. Sami grimaced in response and gestured for her to let him in. Hesitantly, Lori stepped to the side only for Sami to usher her back to the vanity. "Sami what is the meaning of this?" she demanded only for Sami to gently push her into the chair and smile at her through the mirror.

"You don't know how to do your hair do you?" he asked slyly, causing her eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

"How did you know?" she questioned, wondering what had given her ineptitude away.

"Educated guess," Sami shrugged as his hand hovered over her bonnet. "May I?" he asked, earning a nod from Lori which prompted him to remove it, revealing her hair. "Wow," Sami gasped as he felt the soft texture of her hair.

"What's wrong?" Lori asked in concern, not sure how to take Sam's reaction to her hair.

"Nothing, it's just-I've seen healthy, beautiful long hair before but this? God, your mom must love you," Sami said, still in awe of the sight before him.

Lori just wore a wry smile at the last comment. While she was sure that Sami meant no harm as he was unaware of her relationship with her family, he still struck a nerve. When speaking of her connection with her mother, Sami wasn't asking, but Lori had been for the longest time. And by the looks of it, she would never get an answer.

"Actually, Willow is the mastermind. Before that it was her mother. The two of them have been so kind to my hair in the way they have taken care of it. In fact, I would probably have cut it all off had it not been for them," Lori explained, notes of gratitude in the way she spoke. Willow and Mrs Graham had been taking care of her hair and keeping it healthy since she was born. They were the real heroes.

"Either way, they are hair goddesses," Sami chuckled as he began to braid Lori's hair.

That's when it dawned on her. "You know how to do hair?" she questioned, eyeing Sami suspiciously as his red locks were out and untamed.

"Yup, an old friend taught me," he replied, not seeing the way she looked at him.

"And where is she now?" Lori asked curiously as Sami kept unbraiding and gently detangling.

Sami glanced at her through the mirror, eyes gleaming with a hint of sorrow. "She-uh, got married," he said before clearing his throat. He was then quick to change the subject to how he barely saw the point in styling his anymore since the island's climate was never kind to it. Lori zoned out as he rambled on and on, watching as he carefully brushed and styled her hair into a simple low ponytail with a puff at the bottom, completing the look with sleek baby hairs.

A white man can do my hair better than me? I need to up my game.

Despite the huge favour he had done for her, Lori still couldn't help but be unconvinced. Apart from him, she had met two direct members of the Bloodline, and both of them have proven to be...unappealing for lack of better words. Why would she trust that Sami hadn't had the same ideals indoctrinated in him. After all, as much as he was "an outsider", he had still been there longer than her. And since he did not offer the family prospects of wealth as far as she understood, there had to be another, more sinister reason to keep him around. If only she had thought of this on the plane yesterday.

"Sami, why are you helping me?" Lori asked, her trust issues suddenly flaring up.

"Because you're cool, duh," he replied as if it were obvious.

"Cool?" Lori questioned, unsure what he implied with the term. Her father had always considered that kind of language to be juvenile and forbid it around the house, however Lori had heard it time and again at her old University and during the two years when Lord Byron had allowed her to go to a private high school to graduate instead of finishing with a home school education. Still though, she was not very familiar with the context of the word.

"Y'know, good, nice. Cool," he simply said. Although he was not clear, Lori understood just fine.

"Oh okay. Lovely." If Sami was acting, he sure was doing an amazing job at it. Either way, her oncoming talk with the Tribal Chief would determine whether or not it mattered.

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"The Tribal Chief requested that I escort you to his office."

Tribal Chief Roman's office was cold...fitting the stories she had been told of the man who inhabited it. Perhaps it was the intense air conditioning, or maybe it was the lack of a personal touch to it's decor. Either way, apart from the spread out red and black furniture pieces, it was rather dull. Lori doubted he cared to much about the aesthetics anyway.

She had been seated on the black couch situated next to the door, about 5 feet away from his desk where he sat, nose buried in his work. Her eyes followed the clock's hands as time slowly ticked by, foreshadowing her slow and agonising ego death, should she choose to stay here. It had been 3p minutes and the man hadn't said a thing aside from "Have a seat." Part of her felt like there was an angle he was playing at here. A psychological one that she couldn't quite point out. Perhaps he was asserting dominance by making her wait on his time. If that was the case, then the one he had hoped to present would not hold up too well.

Her eyes scanned the bookshelf to her left. The names on the spines of each book caught her by surprise. While some of the books were typical of what was seemingly his nature, such as The Art of War, the others were unbecoming of what she had noted about him so far. Romance novels.

The rest of the titles were in Samoan and Italian, two languages Lori had not an inkling of an idea about. Still though, the very idea that Roman likely not only spoke these languages, but also read them was somewhat attractive. An observation she mentally chastised herself from. The very reason she had let her sights roam around the office was to avoid settling her gaze on him. Lord knows how he would react to his cousin's fiancé staring at him.

Speaking of his cousins, before she slept, Lori had done everything in her power to cleanse her memory of her interaction with Jey yesterday. Better to pretend it never happened than to let it hold power over her. Her logic was faulty, but it worked. But that did not by any means imply that she would be thrilled about being in the same room as him. The last thing Lori wanted was to be executed for murdering her fiancé. Regardless of how satisfying it would be.

"I take it you slept well?" she suddenly heard Tribal Chief Roman say.

Keeping her gaze on the window behind him, she nodded. The room was ugly but the bed was comfortable. "Yes, my Tribal Chief."

"Good. As a future member of this family it is only fitting that the best is what you are offered," he said, causing her to scoff. His gaze narrowed at the action. "Why do you want to leave?" he asked her, tone completely neutral.

"I was quite clear about my feelings yesterday, my Tribal Chief. I do not appreciate being treated like a street urchin by your family," Lori responded coldly.

Tribal Chief Roman placed his forearms on his desk to lean forward. "What did he say to you?" he asked. His voice had dropped to a dangerously low octave that struck a feeling that Lori was not familiar with in her chest. It was a mix of two feelings really; fear that was all but expected, but more surprisingly, yet minimal, lust.

"Things I would rather not repeat," she said.

"Because you're afraid?" he questioned with an arched eyebrow.

"Because I am a lady who refuses to compromise herself by spewing anything unbecoming of me," she retorted with a scoff. Yes, Tribal Chief Roman himself was terrifying, but that was not a sentiment she held towards Jey.

He leaned back into his chair, firm gaze remaining on her. "Whatever it is that he said, does not reflect our views of you. He will be corrected-"

"You mean punished," she commented, cutting into his sentence. She noticed his jaw clench at her interuption and swore she choked on her breath.

"And I will make sure, that nobody else treats you like that again," he finished, patience waning with each word.

"Why go out of your way instead of allowing me to go home?" she questioned, knowing the answer but still wanting him to completely clear up his intentions.

"You said it yourself yesterday. You know why this engagement was arranged; political gain for my family in return of financial gain for yours," he explained with a shrug.

Lori slowly nodded, the sound of the clock ticking re-invading her ears. "Where is he?" she asked. She wasn't sure why she was curious, but she was.

"His house not too far from here. Sami neglected to tell you that you two will not be living together until after your wedding," he explained, causing Lori's eyebrows to shoot to the edge of her hairline.

"How come?"

"Tradition," he stated vaguely. "Some things I have no control over, although something tells me you don't mind," he said, subtly pointing out her already existing grievance with his cousin.

"Do you have control over how often we are to interact?" she asked half-jokingly.

"Don't push it," he responded in a tone similar to hers. "I would advise you not to worry too much about the personal aspects of your engagement. The moment you two are married, you can get your own place nearby and only have to interact during public appearances," he said, tone reverting back to serious.

She fought the urge to ask if that was his arrangement with his wife a she had not seen her yet. Unless of course the divorce rumor was true.

"Until then, I am to stay here with you and Sami?" she inquired.

"Are you comfortable with Sami's presence?" he asked. His omission of her comfort with his own presence did not slide past her though. But she would let it seem as if it had.

"Yes. He is good company," she acknowledged.

"Then he will stay here as well. Anything else?" he asked. An answer immediately came into mind.

"Yes, actually. Could one of your staff perhaps get an interior decorator on the phone?" she requested, taking him aback.

"I do not like how my room looks," she specified, putting him at ease.

"I'll have it arranged as soon as possible. Is that all?"

She nodded wordlessly.

"Good. I'm assuming Sami informed you about today's agenda if you stayed?" Lori shook her head 'no' in response as her features festered into a look of curiosity. Sami must have thought that there was no way in all seven variations of hell she was staying there. Never say never, they say. Tribal Chief Roman ran his hand down his face and sighed, attempting to quell his frustration at Sami omitting this information.

"Today is your welcoming ceremony. The day when you're being introduced to the entire family and our ancestors as Jey's future bride and as a future princess to the people," Roman explained.

Lori's stomach twisted into knots. If there was anything she hated nearly as much as being blindsided to marriage, it was large gatherings and parties. All of those eyes on her, perceiving her always sent her into a spiral. If the very people that conceived her saw her as inadequate, who was to say that these people who did not know her from a table spoon harboured similar sentiments. Not to mention the whispers of gossip that she found mind numbing. A fact that would be hypocritical if Lori herself was a gossip.

She preferred self-preserving journalist anyway.

Nevertheless, she had chosen to stay and become a part of this bloodline that many considered to be of high esteem. Lori had chosen to become Tribal Princess Loreal. No longer Miss Loreal Moore. She would finally be rid of the last tie to her wretched father. If anything, that just sweetens the deal. This ceremony was just the starting point, one she would overcome with poise and grace.

"Is there a specific dress code, my Tribal Chief?"

[mothmanssweetsucculentass]

Nina The Killer Headcanons

Psycho Barbie’s turn in the spotlight!!!!

I’ve always thought Nina in concept was so fucking cool, like, an obsessed fangirl becoming a copycat killer always scratched a good niche in my brain, so I never hated her like most of the fandom did when I was younger, I just never really interacted with anything about her cause. The fandom hated her, lmao.

Expect canon typical violence/topics beyond this point pookies <3

TGIRL SWAG!!!!!!!!! Nina is trans I’m making it canon right now and you can’t do shit about it

Roughly about 25, two years younger than Jeff

Ann ain’t the only zombie adjacent character in the mansion

Nina actually has zero fucking clue why she keeps coming back every time Jeff murders her, but she’s having fun with it so ig it’s fine right?

Some of the more supernaturally intelligent members of the mansion also have no fucking idea what her deal is. By all accounts she should be dead and rotting a thousand times over

Eyeless Jack has done four vivisections on her and all yielded the same result, human

Except humans don’t bounce back after having their heart cut out????

Seconds after losing organs they just???? Reappear??? Inside her body???? What the fuck????

Out of everyone she’s a massive enigma. No one can figure it out but everyone loves using her as a guinea pig for murder purposes

Ya girl is such a masochist she actually gets disappointed when people don’t like testing new stabbing methods on her

She’s so unapologetically a freak, she’s cringe, but she’s free

Out of everyone in the mansion she’s the easiest to get along with

Sometimes to her detriment, her hyper extroverted personality off puts some of the more quiet and reserved inhabitants

No one truly hates her, you can’t exactly hate someone who doesn’t have a combative bone against you in their body, but not everyone likes to stick around her

It bothers her only a little bit when she’s noticed she’s pushed people away with her intense personality (it bothers her A LOT-)

She loves collecting and gifting trinkets and jewelry to people. The amount of Kandi bracelets she’s made Jeff and Ben, good lord-

The most persistent determined bitch in the world. You would have to nuke her entire existence to get her to stop focusing/going after something

Of course it ends up making her stubborn

Buuuuuuut she’s also an honorary favorite dog of Slenderman

The household often has monthly contests to see who can have the highest body count. You’ll never guess who’s almost always in the top 3

So she’s out on missions a lot. She comes back and gossips talks about what’s happened when she comes back two days later

Surprisingly doesn’t have a sweet tooth? You’d think with how manic she acts she injects sugar and caffeine into her bloodstream, but nope, she doesn’t. She hates fruit candies and can only stomach dark chocolate

Always comes back from hits and supply runs with tons of candy anyways to share with everyone

Is a SLUT for spicy foods

Ann had to cut her tongue off one time because she fucked it up so bad eating stuff that was borderline radioactive with how spicy it was

Everyone is convinced she would eat actual nuclear waste if given the chance just to feel the burn

The biggest foodie in general too. She’s not the best at cooking but everyone loves her pancakes

Ben made a joke one time about her putting crack in the batter. Two weeks later she had to apologize to mansion parents Masky and Hoody about why half the house was suffering withdrawal symptoms. Someone has to monitor her while she cooks now. Bummer.

She’s a total junkie but she is responsible about it at least dammit!

Like yeah she gets stoned out of her goddamn mind with Ben every other weekend, but that shit doesn’t leave her or his room

She has to set a good example for Sally!!!!!

The kid fucking adores Nina like a big sister

Nina is always bringing her goodies and toys

In return Sally does her makeup for the day

Does it look like a 5 year old scribbled all over her face? Yes and she doesn’t care!!!! She wears that shit with pride

Helen made fun of it once and he has since learned not to piss off the hyperactive pink glitter mayhem lady who knows how to wield a chainsaw

Oh yeah fuck knives. Nina got tired of knives pretty quick. Ya girl USES A CHAINSAW

It’s totally not the same kind of chainsaw Jeff used when he was a scare actor in college shut up no way

She’s really good with the thing too. It’s so heavy and she totes it around like it weighs nothing

She’s got such a sleeper build it’s insane. She’s 5”2 and 160 pounds of pure whoop ass

AND SHE DOES IT ALL IN PLATFORMS AND ACRYLIC NAILS??????

She’s just constantly full of energy and needs to be doing something at every second or she thinks she’ll explode

Besides her signature chainsaw covered in stickers and glitter, she’s also pretty handy with handguns, axes, and baseball bats

She’s got a small collection of weapons under her bed

Three guns (all customized with stickers and paint), a large axe (with a heart in the middle of the blade), and two baseball bats (one covered in nails)

Her room is a fucking mess but she knows where anything and everything is

Girl can’t even see her floor and she’s somehow able to find what she needs in there

Bead curtains, a disco ball, leopard print carpet on the ceiling, lava lamps, it looks like scene mixed with the 70’s threw up in there

Not exactly the most fashionable but has the biggest wardrobe and most flashy way of dressing

Like. I don’t even think she owns anything solid. Definitely not solid black

Has given herself many tattoos and piercings

To the point she’s so good at it that the others start coming to her asking for her to do the same to them

Her hair never stays one color for long, but often goes between red and purple

Is best friends/close with: Ben, Kagekao, Jason, LJ, Sally, the Puppeteer, Clockwork, and Jane

Has a tolerable relationship/is neutral about: Masky, Hoody, Liu, Eyeless Jack, Ann, Helen, and Slenderman

Hates no one

Has a… questionable relationship with Jeff

When first starting off he fucking hated her, but she was so goddamn persistent and just kept getting back up despite the multiple times he was certain he’d killed her, to the point she’s grown on him like a parasite

She sees him as her ultimate best friend, her ride or die, and he’s flattered…but he definitely doesn’t feel intensely as she does

Like he obviously doesn’t hate her anymore and actually quite enjoys her company. But she also annoys the shit out of him and he often finds himself needing a break from her constant state of “on”. Girl has no off switch

The two of them are often found lounging together and talking random shit, or sparring

She believes that somehow the first time he killed her, it gave her her weird zombie regeneration abilities

And of course she thinks that’s cool as fuck and nearly worshipped the ground he walks on because of it

The more time has passed the more she’s grown to stop feeling like she needs him to function

She went from making herself Jeff’s biggest fan her whole personality to becoming an actual decent person outside of her unhealthy obsession with him

Surprisingly never had any romantic feelings for the man

Like yeah she was obsessed but not like that

She just thinks he’s waaaaay cooler than other people see him as

Jane and Clockwork are her girl solidarity bffs

Jane was practically the girl’s mentor in how to be girl 101 when Nina was beginning to realize she was trans

Whereas Clockwork was her combat mentor who taught Nina everything she knows about kicking someone’s ass

They went from her cool lesbian moms to her cool lesbian besties

She’s one of the only few who can tolerate LJ’s nonsense

And by nonsense I mean his usual mad hatter ramblings and personality. Nina thinks it’s hilarious and loves that he’s just as down to clown (SORRY) as she is

Her, him, and Sally are the prank trio

The two would do anything to hear that little girl erupt into giggles

Her and Ben bond over scene fashion and old internet stuff

Ben is also her weed dealer. He’s everyone’s weed dealer but she gets special treatment and doesn’t have to pay him shit cause they’re besties

She’s a pretty positive person overall but cannot fucking stand/HATES anyone outside the mansion

She views everyone there like family

The outside world not so much. Bullying has really left her bitter

Hates blackmail but definitely holds grudges!!! It’s hard to get on her bad side though, so no one’s worried about it

Loves breakcore, kpop, jpop, any kind of hyper and electronic music, extra points if it’s pop

[hjparisian]

you're losing me pt. II- theodore nott x reader

p: theodore nott x gn! reader w: angst (sorry not sorry), slight cussing summary: (Y/N) is coping with their fight with Theodore, but an unwanted conversation reveals more than (Y/N) expected. a/n: the long awaited part two, thank you all for being patient and for all the love you gave to part one. can't believe it took me this long to get part two out and im so sorry but i had trouble writing and coming up with ideas

Winter break had felt like the longest and worst couple weeks to (Y/N) ever. All they really did was sat in their room, read, attempt to study, and occasionally write to Pansy.

The Malfoy's had thrown a party on New Year's Eve. All pureblooded families were invited, which meant (Y/N)'s family and the Nott family. They were not ready to see Theodore. Unfortunately, no matter how hard (Y/N) tried, they couldn't escape it.

The day of the party, (Y/N) sat and stared at the outfit laid out for them to wear. Maybe it'll spontaneously combust and they would have no outfit to wear and can't go. Yeah, right. As if that'll actually happen. Their mother probably has a bunch of backup outfits for them to wear anyways.

At least Pansy said she would try to stay by their side the whole time. Keyword, try. Because Blaise would probably try to steal Pansy to go snog somewhere.

The second (Y/N) and their parents entered the Malfoy Manor, they felt like running away and throwing up. Why? Oh, because of course the first person they'd find was Theodore Nott.

"(Y/N)!"

Oh bless Pansy for catching their attention. But also curse her because apparently the sound of their name caught Theodore's ears and made him turn his head towards them.

(Y/N) looked away from him.

(Y/N) hugged Pansy. "Pansy! How has your break been?"

"It's been nice. Got to hang out with Blaise a lot," she said. "What about you (Y/N)? How have you been feeling?"

Now, (Y/N) could lie and say they've been great and having a lovely break. But of course Pansy would see straight through their little lie.

"If I have to be honest Pans, I still feel like shit."

Pansy looked at them with concern. The fact that the reason (Y/N) felt terrible was in the room didn't help them.

"Well, I know Millicent and Tracey are here and I know they wanna catch up with us. Plus there's drinks. There's nothing better than drinks at these boring parties, right?" Pansy said in attempt to make (Y/N) feel better.

The two had gone and found their fellow schoolmates at the side of the room. Unfortunately for (Y/N), Daphne Greengrass and her sister Astoria were also there.

Pansy and (Y/N) greeted their schoolmates, with (Y/N) avoiding eye contact with Daphne. They listened as Pansy was telling the other girls about what she's been doing.

"What about you, (Y/N)?" Tracey asked them. "Done anything fun during break?"

"I've just been home reading," They told Tracey. "My parents decided not to go to France this year so I've been cooped up in my room."

"What about Theodore?" piped Millicent. Pansy's eyes slightly widened at her friend's question. "You didn't go see him?"

(Y/N) wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole. Of course their other friends would ask about their relationship with Theodore. No one seems to know what's going on other than Pansy and maybe Blaise.

"No I didn't," (Y/N) said. "He's been busy." They looked at Daphne to see any reaction from her but surprisingly it was pretty neutral.

"I think I'm going to get a glass of champagne or something." (Y/N) said. "Anyone want one?"

"Oh, one for me please!" Tracey told them. (Y/N) nodded before leaving to find one of the waiters walking around with trays full of champagne.

After grabbing two drinks for themselves and Tracey, (Y/N) turned around to find themselves face to face with the one person they did not want to see.

Theodore fucking Nott.

The boy also grabbed a glass from the waiter's tray and took a sip on it.

"So, you're here," He said to (Y/N).

"I am."

Theodore looked them up and down. "You look nice."

(Y/N) gave him a curt 'thanks', wanting to get away from here.

"(Y/N)," Theodore called out.

"What do you want?" (Y/N) asked him impatiently. "I've got friends waiting for me."

"Just wanted to say hope you're having a nice break," he said hesitantly, almost as if he wanted to say something else.

(Y/N) gave him an odd look before shaking their head and walking away, not wanting to look at him a second more.

Once (Y/N) returned to their group and handed Tracey her drink, they find Pansy staring at them.

"You alright?" She whispered. "I saw you had a run in with Theodore."

(Y/N) nods their head. "I just want to get this party over with."

The rest of the party had gone alright thanks to Pansy, who managed to stay with them the whole time. They went the rest of the break without seeing Theodore, but unfortunately, the holidays ended and (Y/N) had to return to school and see him.

They'd did everything they can to avoid being around Theodore for longer than they have to, whether that was finding a different route to classes, sitting besides Pansy a few tables away from him (though this one wasn't really a change), or studying in their dorm rather than the library.

The only thing (Y/N) couldn't avoid was sitting away from him during lunch and dinner. Sure, they could beg Pansy to sit farther down the table, but the others would find it odd that the two were not sitting with them since they always ate together.

So (Y/N) just had to suck it up and remain civil. The good thing was that even when Theodore and (Y/N) were in good standing, they would always sit with Pansy so no one would find it weird. This whole thing was a struggle because even though (Y/N) was upset at Theodore and trying to avoid him, they could help but seek glances at Theodore. So did he.

(Y/N) had enough of being cooped up in their room, so they decided to study in the common room one night. There were a couple people scattered in the room, but most of the Slytherins were either in their dorms or snuck out to merlin knows where.

(Y/N) was looking at their Transfiguration book until a voice disrupts their focus.

"Hey. Do you mind if I sit here?"

It was Theodore Nott.

"There's plenty of space in the common room Nott," (Y/N) pointed out. "You can sit somewhere else."

"Well actually, I wanted to talk to you."

(Y/N) rolled their eyes before looking towards Theodore. "What's there to talk about?"

Theodore huffed before responding. "We need to talk about what happened before break. We didn't exactly left off on the right foot."

"Obviously."

(Y/N) felt a multitude of emotions hit them. They felt angry, upset, frustrated. They weren't even sure they wanted Theodore to address what happened. It would either end in two ways, they would move past it and stay together, or it would lead to the end of them.

But (Y/N) knew they couldn't avoid this any longer. They nodded towards the seat next to them.

"Sit." Theodore sat down.

"So," (Y/N) began. "Talk."

"Right. Well, I think you should know why I was talking to Daphne." Theodore starts. "Her parents and my father were talking about joining forces with the Dark Lord. And my father decided I was old enough to join them."

(Y/N) saw Theodore rub his left forearm, where the dark mark was usually placed. This news shocked them. (Y/N) knew that his father supported Voldemort and preached his ideals, but they never thought he would make Theodore become a death eater.

"Daphne found out what happened when she overheard my father and her father talking with each other. She confronted me about it so I admitted it. Wasn't worth trying to hide if she pretty much already knew about it. She's been trying to calm me down and help me not think about what happened."

There were a million different things going through (Y/N)'s head, yet the only thing that settled was why didn't he tell them? They could've help him too.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" (Y/N) asked.

The boy sighed, not daring to meet their eyes. "I didn't want you to get involved in this."

"Theodore, I don't care," they exclaimed. "I want to help you. I would've listened to you and help you!"

"(Y/N) this is not your place-"

"I'm not a child anymore Theodore!" (Y/N) screamed. "I know what's going on, I'm not an idiot!"

"(Y/N), you have to listen to me! Your parents aren't involved with the Dark Lord this time around. If I told you and someone finds out, you could put you and your parents in danger."

(Y/N) huffed. "Oh, but Daphne gets to know?"

"Daphne is protected because of her parents and she found out herself. I did not tell her."

"Oh, but you continued to talk to her about it!"

Theodore was starting to get frustrated. "Who else was I supposed to talk to?"

"Me! Your partner? Or even Draco, his dad supports Voldemort, he'd probably understand how you felt."

Theodore's eyes widen a bit at the mention of Draco's name, but (Y/N) didn't notice.

"Look (Y/N)," Theodore slowly said. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about this. But you have to understand why I didn't tell you. I still care about you and this is something I didn't want you to get mixed in with, alright?"

(Y/N) sat there, calming themselves down. There was still one question that's been haunting them since the party.

"(Y/N)?"

"I just have one question for you." (Y/N) said, looking towards Theodore. The boy motioned for them to continue. "Did you ever feel anything for Daphne?"

There was a bit of hesitation in Theodore before he responded. "No."

(Y/N) looked at him oddly, noticing his hesitation.

"Theodore? Tell me the truth."

Theodore sighed before speaking. "I never lost feelings for you, but when I was talking Daphne, I felt different around her."

"W-what?" (Y/N) stuttered out. "Did you do anything?"

"No! I promise you I would never do anything with her." Theodore told them. "She's talking with Pucey anyways."

(Y/N) could feel the whirlpool of emotions coming back. Theodore confirmed one of the things they were hoping wasn't true. But he still liked them. But he's been hiding about him joining the Dark Lord. It was all too much to take in.

They leaned back against the chair with their arms crossed, staring into the dimly lit fire. "So, what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" Theodore questioned them.

"About our relationship. What happens now?

There was a minute of uncomfortable silence penetrating the now empty room. The two of them not saying anything.

Another sigh emitted from Theodore before he stated his answer. "I think it's best if we take a break."

(Y/N) could feel their heart break at his answer. Their nightmare came true. They were losing him.

"There's a lot going on lately. With the war and Dark Lord rising it's going to be difficult to handle it all, especially with where I stand with him," Theodore said, motioning towards his left arm. "And I don't want to get you or your family involved in it."

"Yeah, y-you're right," (Y/N) choked out. "But we can still talk and be friends, right?"

"We can try."

(Y/N) nodded at his answer, trying not to let the tears welling up in their eyes escape. It seemed that Theodore had noticed it though, as he wrapped his arms in one last embrace.

"I love you, Theo."

There was a moment of silence before Theodore responded.

"I love you too."

The two sat there, (Y/N) quietly sobbing into Theodore's shoulder, not wanting to let go because that would be the last time they would be with him and would confirm their nightmare.

They lost Theodore.