#but only if he weren't such a dick in his betrayal

[nosyrobin]

🫧𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐭🫧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

Dick Grayson x gn! reader

Context: Y/N is a mutant hybrid of a human plus an albino/white bat mixed together.

Could be seen platonic or romantic in your eyes!

💗NO ONES POV:💗

Day: 1, late morning

Y/N opened their eyes, pink glowing eyes shined against their walls. Sighing as they hopped off the ceiling, loosening their footing and falling on their stomach. They have gotten sick, coughing as Y/N shiver. The certain hybrid is wearing their matching silk white pj's. Robin enters into the bat's room with a tray of medicine and fruits. Small fruits, specially.

"....are you..okay?"

You groaned looking up at him with puffy eyes, your pink eyes slowly turned into [eye color] eyes. Feeling weak and tired.

"No Dick. I'm not okay; I'm sick, tired, and sick." You sneezed to which Dick only rolled his eyes behind his eye mask. He helps you up while still holding the tray.

"Well. It seems that today there weren't be no crimes today. So you get to relax with the rest of the team. Or mostly you get to relax and be isolated. We can't risk—

"Yeah yeah, blah blah blah. 'We can't risk the others getting sick'. I heard it before Dick."

Dick puts you in the bed, tucking you in and laying the tray of medicine on your nightstand. "Listen, I know you hate being sick. I hate you being sick too cause it pains me to see you this way." Robin puts his gloved hand against your head.

You shivering from the hand made him frown. He turns around, you watch as he does something with the tray. "Here, take this." Your eyes widen, trying to shuffle away from the medicine cup. Robin narrowed his eyes and brows, gritting his teeth as he grabbed your silk pj shirt to make you stay still, then shoved the liquid medicine in your mouth.

You gagged but still sallowed. Ready to try and fight Dick, you felt drowsy suddenly and fell asleep. Robin smiled as he got up and pushed a bowl of fruits towards you in case you wake up again hungry.

"Sweet dreams Y/N."

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Day: 2, late evening.

Waking up in a cold sweat, you opened your [e/c] eyes. Your eyes felt heavy despite sleeping. Turning your head, you see the bowl of fruits. You sat up quickly and shoved, chewed and sallowed the delicious fruits. You loved the taste of your favorite fruits in the bowl.

Not hearing someone enter, you felt a hand push your sweaty hair off your face. You glanced up to see blue eyes and black hair. Knowing who it is, you smiled a wide grin.

"Dickkk!" You said, you were currently loopy from the medicine. You still ate the fruits to which Dick sat on the side of your bed and looks at the tray of medicine he had out for you. Starfire had made you her homeland soup. But knowing you, you won't be able to take it so Dick made soup himself and put it on the tray.

"Hey N/N...how do you feel?" He says, pouring medicine into a medicine cup. You giggled, you were clearly loopy and drugged from the medicine he had given you as you just leaned against the acrobat leader. "I feel funny!" You said with hazy eyes as you then dropped your body against your bed.

Dick laughed as he held a cup up to you. "Cmon, drink this one and you're done with medicine Y/N..." you narrowed your eyes at the grape flavored medicine. You tried to swat it out of dick's hand to make it spill onto for the boy wonder to grab your arm.

"Nope. You need this or you won't be able to get better baby." You scoffed, as you tried to retort only for dick to shove the liquid again down your throat. You coughed, but sallowed it. Dick just gave you a sympathetic look as you looked at him in betrayal. He shrugged with a weary smile as he soon notice your (e/c) eyes are becoming pink.

"The medicine is working, and their powers are coming back." Dick thought as he gave you the hot soup to distract you. Which worked as you gulped down the soup viciously. He sighed and laid beside you as you just ate, and ate til you fell asleep against robin's chest.

Putting an arm around you as he yawns, he knew he wouldn't get sick that easy as he just pats your back and smile at you. Your sleeping face looked adorable to him as he just closed his own eyes.

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Day: 3, dark morning

Waking up, you felt the other side of your bed cold. You sat up, your pink eyes blazing your room. You see a note by you, picking it up reading it. You couldn't help but smile.

"Hey! I hope you wake up at a good time to read this. I'm currently in my room if you need anything. I left more fruits for you, since yknow, bat cravings. But any so, I hope you are feeling more better as I will check your temperature soon."

-Signed by Dick, your best friend

"Well, at least I do feel better now." You thought as you put the note down stretched yourself. As you checked your window, you can still see streetlights brightly. Raising your hand up, a string of light flows to your palm. You sigh in relief as your eyes glow a bright pink. Smiling you felt relief to not be sick.

Plus, being isolated in your own little bat cave did make you feel sad to not get much sunlight. You drew and read books to pass time. You didn't even know time pass that much as you were hanging upside down with the sun coming up fully. Your door opened to see dick, in his Robin costume and mask. He seemed to smile at you being up and early.

"I see that you're okay." You hopped off the ceiling and immediately hugged him. He stood his ground and lifted you up a bit as his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"Yep! I feel alot better dude. I feel like I could fight crime even." You disappeared from his hold and started to do karate moves. Robin just laughs as he pats your head. "Yeah well, you have it take it easy before you fully feel healthy again."

You just nodded and smiled at him. Robin stared at you, or more like your face.

"You're still beautiful just like when we were kids..." he mutters, your ear twitches before looking up at him.

"What did you say?" Robin wasn't looking at you. His face was stone cold, emotionless as you raised a brow. "Nothing." He says heading to your door. "Just...watch your limit. You just got off of being sick." He says before fully leaving your room.

Silence hung in the air. You heard him clearly, you always heard things clearly. You smiled softly as you chuckled at the boy wonder who was just in your room. You went to your bathroom to take a shower. Not knowing a certain boy wonder's face was red at how he could just say that to his best friend.

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A/N: my first time writing for dick Grayson Robin since im in my teen titans era! Let me know if you liked it or not‼️

[zivazivc]

Does creek exist in your trolls universe 🤨

he exists in the form of decomposed forest soil

[thesilmarillionblog]

𓏲 𓂃 L o s i n g Y o u

Part: 2

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Summary: Everything was good as a member of Payback and Soldier Boy's secret girlfriend until the team and your relationship with him began to fall apart due to a new member and her developing relationship with Ben right in front of your eyes.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Reader

Warnings: Heavy angst, hurt, heartless Soldier Boy, reader gets hurt, mention of drugs, mention of alcohol, mention of sex, betrayal, Soldier Boy being a dick, reader is a supe, Crimson Countess is a bitch

Word Count: 2031

A/N: English is not my first language.

* This story is inspired by the song "Losing You" by Dream Evil.

After your argument with Ben about Countess Noir and your relationship, which occurred a month ago, he hardly spoke to you at all. He never looked you in the eye, either. You were never even certain if his love existed in the first place, but it was clear that the thing between you and Ben had been extinguished forever, even though he hadn't formally ended your relationship with words.

You considered leaving Payback behind, but you found it difficult to distance yourself from Ben, which bothered and despised you about yourself. You were terrified that Ben would harm Earving, in addition to the possibility that he wouldn't mind you leaving the squad. After all, he was your sole friend, and Ben's attitude towards him was cruel and rough. He was merciless to everyone except for Countess.

You denied producing movies, TV shows, or signing days since it was too much to bear to watch Crimson and Ben together, participate in commercials, and be the star of movies in front of your eyes. You just stopped showing up with the squad day by day. Nonetheless, when the rumors surfaced that you would soon leave the group, you were forced to sit with Ben and listen to him while he talked absolute bullshit to the cameras.

When the reporter asked you a question, you were so deep in confusion that you couldn't even begin to count how many times you were asked the same question. You were deep in thought when the reporter asked the same question.

“I'm sorry,” You apologized, giving the TV reporter a feeble smile. “I couldn't catch you.” You were irritated by the number of times you were given the same questions over and over again.

You felt that all you wanted to do was shout and punch everybody who spoke to you and asked you pointless questions about Ben and Crimson, as if it were your responsibility to speak and you were their spokesperson regarding their romance or something. All they saw was a façade of lies; if only someone could see through you and realize that you were drowning in all of them.

He kept talking about the rumors, and you felt like you were about to go crazy in front of the camera and kill someone. At that point, the pressure you were under became too much for you to handle. You ignored all the sounds around you and repressed your tears as you inhaled deeply.

“Look, you know, I have things to do. I apologize if I sound impolite, but it would be preferable if you directed those questions to Crimson and Soldier Boy. After all, it's their life to tell, not mine.”

When you attempted to back away to ask another question, the unsettlingly inquisitive man grabbed your arm. God alone knew how much you wanted to break those arms at that very moment and make him eat his own flesh.

Disregarding your previous statement, he uttered, “Y/N, please inform us. Are they really getting married soon? Don't you think it would be fantastic if the strongest supe woman and strongest supe man got married? A formidable duo! Power Couple! The American public is curious about that.”

He was babbling nonsensically and was clearly trying to get you to kill him. Even though you weren't saying a damn thing, he continued talking about them, and you inhaled deeply and waited for him to finish. When he identified Countess as the strongest female supe, you gave him a little smile.

You replied coolly, “I really don't know about their next move. But allow me to ask you a question. Have you witnessed her battling me?”

You stared him in the eyes when you posed the question, as though it were the most important one ever. The way you changed your attitude startled him.

“Well, no,” he said with a confused look on his face.

“Then what makes you believe that she is the world's strongest supe woman?” You continued to smile at him and continued, “Let's just say I'm curious.”

Crimson wouldn't have a chance against you; you knew it. Ben also knew that. However, you felt unimportant and left her aside each passing day because of the way she was seen as the strongest female supe. You were aware that Ben was assisting her in completing the objectives assigned to her—unlike you, she was never able to complete any of them successfully. She just appeared to be powerful and tough because she was with Ben, not because she was really something.

You were aware that her sole concerns were money and reputation, and neither Ben nor the squad mattered to her. A woman could always see right through another woman.

You suddenly burst out laughing when he opened his mouth. Saying, “Hey, I'm just kidding; relax,” you interrupted him before he could say anything more foolish. “But I really have things to do, okay? Glad to meet you. Have a nice day.”

Fuck, you turned into the biggest liar in a single month because of Ben.

Earving saw you had at last escaped the incessant inquiries and the obnoxious reporter, so he followed you to the van. He was also taking a vacation from marketing his latest film. After taking off his mask long enough to sip his, he handed you a soda.

“Hey, what's the deal? You know, you seem anxious these days.” He ate his hamburger quickly and remarked, “I heard the conversation between you and this idiot man. Fuck him; they are so fucking irritating sometimes, it’s hard to stop myself from breaking their necks.”

You took a big sip of your soda and gave him a nod. It was nice to have small talk with Earving, considering he was the only kind and smart person left in the squad after all.

“Yeah,” you said while Ben and Countess got out of their special trailer, and you watched them with a heavy heart when Ben gave her quick and playful kisses.

It was Ben's blindness and his intense care for her that pained you, and it was his seeming blitheness and comfort around her that made you hurt. It was obvious to you that she was lying and tricking him. Witnessing Ben give her everything he didn’t bother to give you wounded you. They had a really open connection, even if there was still some space between you when you were dating.

You were concealed by him like a rat in the shadows, unlike her.

The countess never once left his side, not even for a moment. You were frantically trying to find a moment to speak with Ben once again. If you had been alone with him, you would have succeeded in discovering the cause of his sudden and dramatic change.

“Earving,” you said like a whisper. “Can you distract Countess for tonight?” You turned to him with pleading eyes.

“Why?” he asked as he ate his third hamburger.

“Can you just do it?” You huffed as you kept watching Ben from afar.

“Fine,” he said with his full mouth, spitting the tomatoes. “You fucking stress me out since you’ve started to act like Soldier Boy.”

“Don’t insult me,” you said as you chuckled, punching him softly and stealing his last hamburger.

When Earving managed to divert Countess, it was midnight, and you saw them vanish out of sight. When you saw Ben pull into his own trailer, your heart began to race, and you quickly followed him. You made a self-promise to try it one final time. After all, you were doing this for one another, and when it came to love, pride had no place.

When you entered the trailer, you locked the door immediately, leaned your back against the door, and your hands stilled on the handle as if he would escape any moment. It was dim inside.

You heard him inhaling deeply before he turned his back to you and gave you a look like you were an insect that simply refused to leave the house in the summertime. Though you were close to him physically, the distance between you and his coldness toward you was visible.

He gave you a stern look and maintained his distance from you, asking in a harsh voice, “Why the fuck are you here again? Are you going to start spreading gossip about us?”

You just answered, “No,” disregarding his sour tone and remarks. “Ben, all I want to do is talk.”

“I fucking have things to do; cut it short.”

He was leaning back against the drug- and alcohol-filled table. Though it was obvious that he was getting worse every day, he was unable to recognize his condition. 

“Why did you change so suddenly? Did I do something wrong?” Not wanting to come across as hostile and cause him to harm you verbally once more, you asked in a quiet voice. “I just need a simple explanation.”

You continued to stare at him with wet eyes, and he sighed and gave you his signature grin.

“Just admit your pussy missed me; that’s why you are so desperate, so I can give you a good and quick fuck,” he said, giving you a playful look.

Aware that he was only attempting to divert the conversation or embarrass you, you remained silent and paid no attention to the garbage that was pouring out of his mouth.

“Why, Ben?”

“Why do you act like a fucking obsessive woman? Do you need an explanation? Fine, listen to me carefully, then: I can do whatever I want. Is that good enough for you? ”

With a heavy heart, your hands on the door handle tightened. Ignoring his harsh words, your jaw clenched, and you shook your head in denial.

“Why did you act like you loved me and cared about me then?”

“What love? Fuck, I don’t even like you,” he snapped out of nowhere, irritated by the choice of your words. “We just passed some time and fucked, that’s all. Don’t be a bitch about it; you’ll get over it,” he said, giving you a wink.

He sounded so different and cold that it was hard to believe he was the same man with whom you fell in love so deeply months ago. It was like someone else possessed his body and turned him against you in a day.

“Why do you even look at me with such hatred?” you asked, ignoring how much his words pained your heart. Your voice cracked, not knowing how to handle the situation or his unbalanced behavior anymore.

“Fuck!” he screamed at you, finally losing his temper and making a move to approach while you still leaned your back against the door. “You know what? I’m going to marry her.”

You loosened your hand around the doorknob and cupped his face without hesitation, knowing he would do it just to make sure you suffered.

“I swear I’ll walk away the day you marry her, Ben,” you said with a desperate voice, hoping it would mean something to him. “I’ll leave Payback.”

“Fuck you will,” he clenched his jaw, pushing your back against the door. “I fucking swear, the day you leave will be the day of Noir‘s death. No, I’ll make sure to make him even worse.”

“What kind of monster have you turned into?” You whispered and pushed him off of you.

“Yet you told me you loved me,” he said, giving you an unsincere smile.

“I do love you, Ben, and that’s the last time you hear this from me.”

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A/N: I was very surprised to see that you wanted another part for this so-called one shot story. Your comments made me very happy.

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Snap (part 1) - Deception

(Part 2)

Vox brainrot entry #1.5

Follow up on entry #1

A/N he falls to bits, but they take care of him in the end, I promise. He def deserves it though. If this is bad, I apologise, I've never shown the smut I've written to anyone for feedback lmao.

Probably should have done a word counter for this - it's pretty long.

Cw: 18+ NSFW fic below cut, degradation, edging, punishment, biting, overstimulation, voyeurism, switch (but ultimately bottom) Vox, domtop! reader, AFAB reader - gn pronouns, also feat my nerd ass's knowledge of flower language lmao

Idk if there's other things I should CW in here sorry (advice/correction in comments appreciated 🙏)

- It didn't take you very long to start noticing how he seemed to know what to do perfectly; gifts, gestures, dates. Even if he always played it off as a master at lying through his toothy smile, you weren't an idiot.

- You do curse yourself that you let it slide and treated it as an afterthought for several months however. It begins to become more of a conscious thing on your mind though.

- So you bait him with something so very specific that it wouldn't ever be a consideration normally for someone trying to woo you - as he had been doing for several months at this point. After you know that he's off work, you sit on your phone scrolling and click onto a post about flowers, sprawled across your lounge lazily.

- You smile at your phone and say out to the empty room as if just casually talking to yourself. "Ooo, snapdragons." He fell for it hook line and fucking sinker.

- The next morning, there is a delivery of beautifully wrapped red snapdragons at your door with a note taped to the side of it.

- You felt a mixture of disgust, anger and betrayal rise in your chest at the confirmation that he'd been violating your privacy by looking at you secretly like some fucking stalker. You push it down though, smiling for the camera (literally) and decide that you'll confront him about it later. For now you'd just act like you didn't know he was looking at you, and later on you'd be punishing him for it.

- Your sex life with him hadn't exactly moved that far due to both of your hesitation to move to become more seriously involved, not wanting to fully ruin your friendship with one-another in case it was unrequited. Only being FWB sometimes having sex essentially. But, you decided you would be getting back at him real good for this. You would be much like the flower you had caught him out with.

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You groaned into the mutually hungry lust-drunk kiss as your lips melded against his, tongues roughly fighting for control against the other as your back was pushed against the wall by Vox who grunted deeply against your lips.

The demon's monitor provided the only light in the house as you arrived home, it serving as the most common secret rendezvous for you two to be together like this. His claws gripping at your sides slid down your thighs to grope at them before picking you up and bringing your crotch up against his steadfast arousal.

You pulled back from the kiss with a gasp at the stimulation and wrapped your legs around his hips to grind closer into one another. "You're very quickly excited just by making out as per usual." You teased him, kissing his face where his cheek should have been.

He let out an embarrassed growl as he glared down at you, the blush on his cheeks making it not hit all that hard. "Shut the fuck up."

You laughed at him as you watched him give a sharp inhale, tensing up at the way you ground your clothed pussy into his dick. You could tell by the way that his claws dug into your hips that he intended to be in control of the situation, and you inwardly grinned in satisfaction as the plan you had been sitting on for a while was finally going to be executed.

Vox slammed his lips back onto yours as he walked to your bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot impatiently and falling forward on the mattress with you gripped against him.

He sat back to begin removing all the layers he was wearing, it taking a long time as usual as he didn't like creasing his jacket or shirt - him wanting to preserve his appearance to the world outside your doors even when his hands were shaking with anticipation of what he thinks is going to be the usual fuck session for him.

And this is where you choose to shift the power dynamic, while he's expecting you to take off your shirt and lay back, you're pouncing on him and slamming his back against the bed the second his shirt, jacket as he finishes shedding his layers.

He looks up at you with surprise as the bed squeaks under the shifted weight, and then annoyance which flickers onto his features but is quickly replaced by a strained smirk. "Haha, yeah, no. That's not how this is gonna g-" you cut him off by moving to straddle him, pressing your lips against his and rolling yourself into his hard-on again. He let out a loud groan into the kiss which teetered into a slight whine.

You could feel the way he tensed up at the embarrassingly submissive sound you'd pulled from him and he moved to try to reposition himself as being in charge again, you didn't let him however as you held him in place under you.

You rhythmically began setting the pace for the two of you, and you felt him begin to relent begrudgingly and give in to his pleasure, one claw gripping your hip as he tried to alter your pace to match his, while the other came up to grab at your chest as your tongues moved against each other in a dizzyingly hot way which added to the growing arousal you felt.

You could feel your wetness seeping uncomfortably into your underwear as Vox's erection rubbing against your cunt at just the right angle sent stabs of pleasure through your body despite your pants.

You parted momentarily to let out a soft panting moan before diving back in. Vox seemed to take this as his chance to try put you under him again, gripping both hands against your sides as he turned the two of you over again, him moving to push you firmer into the mattress but you not letting him as you flipped back the other way and pulled back to look down at him. Observing his frustrated expression and slightly parted lips which were moving as he panted excitedly.

Shaking your head, lips pouted, you shook your finger at him as if scolding a child - patronising him. "Now, now, Vox. You and I both know that this is not about to become where you inevitably fall apart on top of me. Not tonight." He tried to rise from to mattress, opening his mouth to protest at the extra mean way you were addressing him. You put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down.

"You are going to just listen to me and take it how I know you damn well enjoy it despite all the usual whining and bitching." You commanded, eyes narrowing.

Vox went light blue at the cheeks, moving once again to try and change your postions. "What the fuck has got you so damn worked up today?" He growled. You looked down at him while finally allowing the rage you've been feeling for days to seep into your voice.

"Snapdragons." You look down upon him with utter contempt, and watch as his smirk fades and confusion and a bit of fear flickers across his features at the sudden shift in your attitude. He clearly doesn't understand what you mean.

"Wha-" he asked, eyes squinting up at you.

"'Snapdragons'," you repeated, "Are what I said to myself while I was home alone, and then found on my doorstep the next morning. Or at least, when I should have been home alone." You give him an absolutely evil grin laced with anger as his face begins to recognise what you're saying and shifts to utter horror.

"N-no I just guessed truly, you know I'm too busy for that kind of thing anyways! I own Voxtek, it's a non-stop business and you know tha-!" He goes to try and immediately make the usual bullshit excuses. You don't let him as you cut him off, hands moving to grip him by the writs and pin him down to the bed.

"And," your eyes bore into his red ones. "How you'd be sweating nervously as fuck the day after I'd be giving myself some.. self love the night before, after a certain time, which I believe matches up with when you start to knock off of work." You hissed through clenched teeth.

You were ready to give more examples but didn’t have to as Vox's face turned fully purple with embarrassment. You watched in satisfaction as his excuses turned into horrified, growingly rapid spluttering nonsense as he glitched and jolted under your gaze with utter humiliation.

"I-I'm. I-! I- hf, I just- stop looking at me like that!" He let out a horrified mumble which petered off into a whine, eyes looking away but ultimately coming back to yours as you glared at him unwaveringly.

He'd never seen you this pissed off at him and it honestly scared him. The heavy feeling of self disgust set in on him as his activities which he'd been brushing off for a while now came crashing down in on him. As he looked into your eyes, feeling his wrists being gripped hard in your hands, he did something which he normally never does; apologise genuinely.

"I-I'm," he blue sceened in the middle of his sentence as humiliation made his voice crack "--orry. 'M sorry I won't ev--r do -t aga-in!" Pixelated tears had begun to form at the edges of his eyes as he allowed his embarrassment at his actions and being caught by you finally take over.

Vox hated himself for putting on such a pathetic display, but he hadn't exactly liked himself over how much he craved spying on you in general, especially in the more intimate moments he knew he particularly shouldn't have been seeing.

The burning hot anger inside of you began to dissipate slightly as you watched the way he was so openly expressing remorse for his actions, however your punishment for this shit was far from over.

You stopped glaring at him as hard, and rather fixed your face with a blank expression instead as you leaned forward towards him and gently gripped the side of his screen. "I--m -orry I'm sor-ry.." He repeatedly whined again and again. Vox sniffled loudly as he looked up at you with a somewhat hopeful expression, hoping it was enough to stave away the rage he had seen in your eyes.

"You're going to be." You said coldly as you reached downwards to begin undoing his belt. You didn't miss the way he jolted in surprise. He was going to be getting sexual punishment from you? This was certainly not something he was expecting, and he felt an extra layer of embarrassment at the excitement he felt at that prospect.

You took his dick in your hand and looked at the way it twitched with quite a bit more vigor then usual. "You're joking. Does the prospect of me punishing you over this really excite you this much? You're a filthy fucking pervert." You insulted him with a look of distaste, smirking inwardly.

"N-no no!" His eyes widened as he glitched out, voice coming out mortified.

You shook your head as you moved your face to the space in between his shoulder and neck. "Your body is much more honest than you are." You murmured, relishing the way he shivered under you as your breath fanned across his neck.

You moved your hand down to grip firmly around his dick, stroking it as your teeth sunk deep into his throat. Vox jolted under you, letting out a strained moan due to how he was tearing up before, just starting to compose himself with his guilt, embarrassment and the weight of your gaze just a minute ago.

You began tormenting the twitching and tense demon under you. You pumped his dick in your hand while kissing his neck and shoulders, leaving marks as you went, putting him in a pleasure filled haze that was dizzying to Vox.

"Shaking under me like some common fucking slut." You laughed against his skin where you pressed your lips against his chest, prompting a huff with teetered off into a moan as you sped up your hand on him.

Whatever calming down he'd been doing was undone quickly as his first climax began to approach after all the attention, coupled with the various degradation you were giving him.

He let out a loud groan coupled with words that were barely orders at this point and were much more begs. "Ugh, l-like thaat." Vox moaned, arching further into your touch as sticky precum began flowing in large amounts from the flushed head of his dick.

Just as it was obvious he was going to come the next second, you took your hand off of him and brought away any stimulation you'd been giving him all at once.

He let out a disappointed grunt at the loss of contact, looking up at you and trying to tug at your heart strings to allow him release. He could tell you weren't going to however by the way you looked at him though. He already regretted it, but it was clear you were far from satisfied.

Once again, you began kissing him.

Your lips made their way downwards, agonisingly slow to get him further uncomfortable and bothered.

Vox watched you with rapt attention as your lips left dark grey/blue hickies on his skin. For the first time in his life, it seemed the demon was truly speechless.

He knew he'd truly fucked up as bad as he probably could if he was getting this kind of treatment from you of all people. You certainly weren't some yes-man pushover, but the usual layer of sweetness covering your words and actions as you interacted with him even while pissed was gone.

Vox arched with a whine as your lips finally wrapped around his already overstimulated cock, and then began a barrage of agonisingly pleasurable, contradictory torment upon it that had him giving out broken sobs by the end of it.

You edged him again several more times, skilfully sucking on him before taking your mouth off again and again as he almost orgasmed, all the while giving him criticism each time he failed to orgasm.

By this point, Vox was well and truly crying with the overstimulation and now painful arousal he was experiencing. His ego was in tatters, and he didn't have the fucks to give about hiding his desperation at this point.

"You truly are a shameless fucking pervert." You growled against the inside of his hip as you sunk your teeth into his skin there as he came down from halted release. You relished the sound he made, a loud and glitchy whine which didn't even try to negate your insult this time.

You leaned over to once again begin sucking him off, pausing before taking him in your mouth. His claws gripped into the sheets for some kind of consolation, as he had already tried to seek comfort in gripping at your hair to pull you further onto him, and you'd swatted his hand away with a hard glare up at him.

The demon's tear filled red eyes and purple face watched you desperately above as you wrapped your lips and tongue around him once again, you looking up at him with blank contempt that shattered him inside further.

You looked down away from his crying face as you swallowed an uncomfortable amount of precum. Pulling away from Vox in the middle of abusing his dick yet again. He let out a broken sob at the loss of contact again, eyes squeezing shut hard.

At this point, he was unable to even deny how much he just wanted release and a break from the relentless harsh words you had been giving him the whole time. The rare event where Vox wasn't being as bratty as possible was truly a shocking one.

His screen at this point was mostly just flashing blue with an error message alongside his whines, which had begun to sound less humanised and more mechanical. You didn't read it fully, but it was something along the lines of: 'Remove subject Them.exe (I'm s_rry I'm sorr_ pl--e pleas_) to prevent further error.'

You hummed somewhat sympathetically as you observed the way he trembled with overwhelm; skin covered in goosebumps, sweat, and a patchwork of your bite marks and hickies. You could tell at this point you had given him enough, and anything further would just be cruel.

The rest of the road to full forgiveness for his bullshit would be outside the bedroom. He was truly wrecked at this point.

You got up and stood up on the bed over him and quickly moved to undo your pants.

The man on the bed looked at you with desperate eyes as you finally revealed your contrastingly touch starved sex.

"Please- I'm sorry, so so sorry, please, plea--, pl-eeash." Vox whined quietly, pleading with you.

You got down on your knees over him again, gripping his hand and guiding it between your thighs as you shushed him softly. "I know, I know, hon." You leaned forward and gently kissed him on his lips, trying to calm him down. "It'll be over soon."

He mumbled out relieved nonsense at the fact you weren't being so mean, and the confirmation he'd be finishing finally. Vox took up the non-verbal cue and began gently touching in between your thighs.

You moaned softly as the kiss you were sharing began to become more passionate, his claw carefully pushing inside of your neglected pussy to avoid hurting you at all.

Your hands moved to gently cup his neck as you pushed your tongue into his mouth, forcing the taste you'd been dealing with the past while. You heard him gag on the taste of his own precum, but he still didn't try to push away as his disgust melted into a throaty groan.

You pulled back from the kiss as you jolted at the feeling of him brushing his thumb over your clit. "Good boy." You praised him breathily. God that did something to him. Vox's brain had been messed up from all the torment, but the sudden praise made it feel like it was turning to mush as warmth flooded his chest intoxicatingly.

You softly laughed at the way he seemed to be so happy after hearing that, arching a brow at him. You leaned back to look down at him. "Don't think you're off the hook here. You're still a disgusting voyeur," his face fell again as more tears flowed from his eyes. "Though," you leaned forward so your lips were barely off of his screen. "I suppose you are my disgusting voyeur because I'm feeling so nice about all this." Vox let out a little relieved huff at the reassurance, relaxing again and focusing more on trying to pleasure and prepare you.

Vox leaned forward awkwardly in an effort to properly kiss your neck in a way that made you comfortable even with the way his head was shaped as he began trying to match his fingers' pace inside of you with what you usually wanted. It was very rare that he was this obviously eager to please you. Showed just how absolutely fucked up he was.

As his tongue ran over your neck, it brought up goosebumps at the strangely wet yet static electric-like sensation his tongue had. You sighed, gripping at his shoulders as you rocked your hips down on his fingers.

Vox's eyes softened with love-sickness where you couldn't see as he heard the sounds of your sighs and murmured praises, tasting the salt of the sweat on your skin and feeling your walls gripping onto his fingers with desire with a satisfied groan.

He was utterly relieved that you had started treating him better again; even though he was absolutely aware in every fibre of himself that he did deserve it and more. The fact that you hadn't broken off your strange situationship with him the second you figured it out was truly a blessing.

You prompted him to lay back into the bed again as you were prepared enough to take him. He didn't fight you as he flopped back onto the mattress, his eyes admiring the way his fingers dripped with your sticky wetness as they pulled out of you with a lewd squelching.

"You're not going to come instantly inside me." You said pointedly to him; not a request but an order. He nodded quickly as he gave you a look like he would never ever do that. You wouldn't be surprised if he did with all the attention he'd been getting despite the pause, but you hoped not.

You slithered one hand downwards to position him to slide inside of you, the other cupping the side of his face.

You let out a relieved sigh as he slid into you with little to no effort - the precum he'd been leaking for so long at this point was significant lubrication along with your own.

The pace you set was quite quick from the get go as you pressed yourself down onto him at the right angle to hit where needed to be hit inside of you.

Vox's claws moved to grip at your back with clear desperation. You let him cling onto you this time. You smirked down at him, observing the fucked out expression he was showing alongside an error message that was just showing keysmash alongside a heat warning that was displaying on the right side of his monitor, flashing climbing temperature.

You leaned forward to give him an absolutely filthy kiss, open mouthed and drooling as you two shoved your tongues into each other; both of you moaning loudly into it.

The room filled with the sounds of the two of you fucking messily, your sweaty bodies rubbing harshly against one-another creating extremely loud slapping noises alongside your moans and the whining cries of Vox who had seemingly found his voice again.

"-on't stop! Don't st -- op! Fu-cking he-ll!" Vox yelled as he dug his claws painfully into the skin of your back, likely leaving scratches. The pain of it didn't yet kick in as your own sky-high arousal and growing pleasure hit into you in hot waves that had your knees shaking as you rode him.

"Not happening- fuuck." You groaned out, voice teetering higher at the end.

Ecstacy began to climb quickly, and the rhythm eventually began to fall apart as you began slamming yourself onto his dick in a frenzy to stimulate yourself.

"This what you wanted spying upon me, huh?" You teased on top of him, observing the way he so clearly was so close to finishing from the way you were clenching around his already over stimulated cock. "Such a gooood little bitch." That sent Vox screaming over the edge with an extremely loud yell accompanied by mechanical whirring as he hit his peak.

The feeling of him filling you up was fucking heavenly as you slammed down on him one last time and arched into the claws that had dug long scratches down your back that were now weeping beads of blood in places as your orgasm overtook you.

As you panted, feeling your pleasure hit into you in waves, you watched as Vox glitched badly below you, face looking up at you with a fucked out expression that read as if he was looking at some sort of deity - before switching off under you, leaving nothing but a black screen which began flashing a 'we'll be right back' message as well as a 'critical temperature error 121 degrees' in bold red.

You cursed, getting off of him shakily and quickly walking to go get an ice pack. As mad as you were with him right now, you didn't want to actually damage him.

As you came back with the ice pack, you noticed that he'd switched back on on a very low brightness, face looking as he was sweaty as all hell and it was obvious he was still coming down from his prior release. The red number was flashing 102 now as it began climbing downwards.

You breathed a sigh of relief while shaking your head in slight annoyance. You walked over to the edge of the bed and sat on it, pressing the icepack on the side of his neck where you'd first bit him. "You're so damn dramatic." You scolded him, only half seriously insulting him.

Vox had somewhat gotten his bearings back, and he looked away in embarrassment with a sour look on his face. "Shut the fuck up." You rolled your eyes, and went to fake getting up.

"Okay, I guess I'll just leave then if you don't want me here, asshole." You snorted as you watched his bullshit crumple so fast, him looking back at you and gripping onto your wrist pleadingly.

He grumbled again when he realised you weren't serious and relaxed against you as you moved to lay on top of him. Your chin rested on his chest as you looked up at him with growing fatigue expectantly as the temperature bar quickly dropped from red to orange, and his flushed purple face began to turn the usual shade of blues he usually had.

He sighed as he somewhat seemingly struggled to say what he knew he had to. "Listen, I... I am sorry. Really. I know it was wrong, and I... won't do it again." He looked away from you with clear remorse in his exhausted voice.

You stared at him for a few seconds before nodding. "You're not off the hook yet. Tomorrow, you will tell me where the things you've been watching me through are, and I will be you-proofing them." You said very seriously.

Vox went to bite back the usual level of snark but figured he'd be bratting far too close to the sun after what you had already done. "Fine." He said enunciating the 'f' as if it took everything to say it.

You hummed in satisfaction with his answer and buried your face into his chest. Vox sighed heavily, looking at the vase full of now wilting snapdragons that had started all of this with annoyance as he loosely wrapped his hands around you.

"You're lucky I love you so much." You murmured tiredly into his skin. What.

You startled as you realised that you'd just said that out loud. Opening your eyes with a shocked expression and slowly finding Vox, whose red eyes were looking at you with equal shock.

The silence in the room was all-encompassing.

A/N If you got the metaphor, I love you so much 🙏 (hint: snapdragons mean deception)

Oh my fucking God it was like the world didn't want me to write this one. First copy get screwed into nothingness because my reception got cut due to mfs doing work on the phone towers in my area, then after I got back home and had WiFi I got absolutely killed by a migraine that would not leave me tf alone.

I got so into writing this that I physically went outside and touched grass afterwards 💀

[siren-serenity]

you're so in love

characters: portgas d. ace, gn!reader, marco the phoenix (cameo??) warnings: fluff (takes place before SPOILER: teach's betrayal), reader is slightly drunk in the last prompt but there's no violence, ace calls reader "babe" but in a genderneutral way, slight swearing a/n: - these prompts were from @novelbear!! felt a bit of writer's block so i decided to do some :)) tysm bae! - PRETTY SURE I FAILED MY MATH EXAM BUT THATS OKAY - honorary tag for my wifey -> @officialdaydreamer00 - feedback is appreciated!

gently resting their head on their shoulder when peeking at something

scratch scratch ace woke up to the sound of a pen scratching onto paper. with a groan, he slowly sat up from the bed and rubbed at his eyes. his vision looked like a blur of colors but he only focused on you. the color of his "rare" shirts on your body made you seem like a blob of red because of how big it was and ace couldn't hold back the soft smile growing. he shuffled across the bed quietly but you whirled around, eyes widened. he froze like a deer in headlights, hands pressing onto the bed and his butt raised to scoot over. you chuckled. he flopped onto the bed and laughed aloud. "mornin' love," ace crawled towards you before resting his head on your lap. he burrowed himself in your scent and he felt the drowsiness come back again. he yawned. "welp- good night." you let out another small laugh before letting a small hand rest on his chest; a small finger traced the grooves of his abs and he jerked from the ticklish sensation. he quickly put your hand on his hair and moved it around to indicate that yes: portgas d ace, feared second division commander of the whitebeard pirates, wanted head pats and head rubs from his lover. he felt your fingers run through his messy hair and ace groaned from the soothing feeling. he pressed his head further into your lap, blinking slowly one last time before sighing in bliss. 'yes,' ace thought to himself before falling asleep with a drowsy smile. 'this is undoubtly heaven.' you continued to run a hand through his hair, using your other hand to finish ace's stack of paperworks.

always giving the other the first bite of their food

"say ahhh," ace playfully crooned, holding up a spoon with...something on it. you eyed him warily. both of you were wandering the streets of one of the islands under whitebeard's protection, having taken the opportunity for a long, overdue date. it was hard for ace to keep his hands off you (he loved PDA and loved seeing his brothers grimace at him) so the moment the moby dick docked, he threw some clothes at you and him before dragging you to the festival. and here you were, hand in hand and wandering the busy marketplace. although... you hummed, eyes trailing up and down ace's body. the clothes he threw were borrowed from marco, given that ace rarely had any shirts of his own (you appreciated the view of his glistening abs and his broad shoulders-) and the colors complimented him well. as if reading your thoughts, ace leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "you know, you can take this off me later," he murmured and you laughed at his thoughts. "how did you know i was thinking of that?" he raised an eyebrow before lifting up the bottom of his shirt to reveal his abs and his v-line. you spluttered, quickly snatching his hand and making him drop the shirt. that sight was for you, and you only. "seriously? tell me your eyes weren't trying to rip this shirt off." "pft-" you chuckled into a fist before finally taking a bite of his snack. it was a wafer ice cream sandwich and you smiled in delight. it was delicious! ace smiled before gesturing to the corner of his lips. when you failed to get the crumbs of wafer off you, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. the ice cream was quickly forgotten as you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing your bodies together.

absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times

"aceeeee," you whined, slurring your words slightly. you reached out for ace, who enveloped you in a one-armed hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead. you stared at him through your eyelashes for so long, ace looked at you with concern. "babe?" "ace," you stated, a serious look on your face. the other commanders stifled a laugh. "has anyone told you that you're hot?" "yes?" ace twirled a lock of your hair around his finger absentmindedly. he raised an eyebrow in confusion. "i ate the mera mera no mi, remember? " you shook your head, cheeks flushed with alcohol. "no, like really. you're really, really hot. smoking hot. burning hot. fiery hot. fried barbeque kinda hot-" marco swooped in, dragging you backward and a sharp hiss tore from your lips. ace's eyes widened as he quickly unwrapped your hair from his fingers. "shit- sorry love!" "charred black kinda hot, like super hot? marc, have you seen my boyfriend?" you gripped marco's shoulders with desperation, eyes wide. ace almost choked on his next gulp of rum; he's praying for you now. marco never lets anybody get away with that."he's totally beyond cute. he's super caring and nice and sweet and-" the first division commander rolled his eyes. "yes, yes, or so i've heard. [name], you're so drunk." "drunk and in love!" you singsonged before leaping into ace's embrace again. ace's fingers threaded through your hair as he adjusted his position so he was sitting comfortably and you were burrowed into his side. you popped a kiss onto his cheek before humming. "in love with portgas d ace!!" ace's cheeks were flushed red, but not because of the alcohol. his vision was definitely blurred though and a small tear welled up. "l-love you too," he choked out. if his grip around your waist was tighter after that statement, you didn't mention it.

[toruro]

toxic! bf shua who always gaslights you into thinking you didn’t see him cheating on you ??

i feel like he would be such a manipulative person in this one

tags: making out / implied sex (18+), cheating (duh), gaslighting (duh), pet names (princess, baby)

a/n: ouchie this one hurt but it was also very fun 2 write :3

your toxic boyfriend joshua thinks you don't trust him.

"but shua! i have a picture!" you protest when he crosses his hands over his chest and leans back on the counter. he's got an eyebrow raised as you pull out your phone and shove the screen in his face, showing off less-than-proudly the image you got sent from your friend just a few hours earlier. "you can't tell me that's not you and some girl making out on—"

"oh god, are you kidding me?" joshua scoffs. "who even sent you that shit?!"

"jeongyeon was there and—wait, that isn't even the point! you kissed another girl and you're just—"

joshua stops you, placing a hand on your shoulder firmly. "princess," he coos, and if you weren't so confused with a mix of anger and sadness and betrayal, you might've melted on the spot from how sweet he sounds right now. "jeongyeon's hated my guts since basically forever. why would you believe her anyways?"

"joshua! this is a picture! and even if jeongyeon doesn't really li—"

"baby don't be stupid. you're a smart girl," joshua sighs. "i know you're not the type to fall for this kinda crap."

"wha—what!? joshua, there's a fucking picture of you and this girl making out and—"

"jeongyeon probably edited it! i don't know—that girl'd do anything to break us up. don't you see it, princess? why don't you trust me? have i ever given you a reason not to trust me?"

joshua convinces you the picture isn't real. it doesn't stop there though, because even if—just if—he turned to some other random girl, you shouldn't let it get your panties in a twist anyways ... joshua swears up 'n' down that no one's got a pussy as fine as yours. he's never fucked anyone twice ..,, unless it was you, so why does it matter where—or who—he sticks his dick in anyways ... right?

he strokes your hair softly when you finally relent, because you're too sick of all of your words being twisted, too sick of joshua's lips being too smart, too fond of the feeling of his hands on the back of your neck when he kisses you.

"tell me baby," he mutters when he trails his lips down your chin and over your collarbone. "who's gonna fuck you if i'm not here? hm? tell me princess ..."

and when your tongue dries and you rake your mind for an answer, you try not to cry and instead submit yourself to joshua, murmuring, "no one joshie—only you, only you."

and so joshua grins, sucking saccharine marks onto your neck, because he knows—he fucking knows—you're his.

[kisses-for-you]

Betrayal - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader

Summary: You are secretly Deathstroke's daughter, which Dick doesn't know. This secret ultimately leads to your death.

Word Count: 2,932

⚠️ Warnings: Death.

You were about to do something you never wanted to do - betray Dick and the rest of the team.

This wasn't meant to happen. You weren't meant to get so attached to them but it happened and everything was really starting to set in. The emotions, the memories, the realisation, everything.

This had all started as a task that your father had assigned you: join the Titans, gather information about them and report back to him. You never would've expected it'd all go so wrong. When you first met Dick and Kory, you were 'fighting' your father. They had seen what was happening and stepped in to help you. Your father ended up escaping and running away as part of the plan. After the fight, Dick came up to you, asking whether you'd like to join the team as you apparently had a lot of potential. Obviously, you agreed as that was part of the plan and it all seemed to be going your way.

Until this moment. The Titans were like your second family, they were a better version of the one you had grown up with. And Dick - you hadn't meant to and you never even would've thought it'd be a possibility but you'd fallen in love with him. The thought of betraying him, of breaking his trust, tore at your heart. The bond you had formed with Dick and the team seemed unbreakable, yet there you were, about to ruin it all.

This wasn't what you wanted. At all. But you had to do it or else your father would kill you and they would definitely be next. You would sacrifice yourself without a second thought if it meant not betraying them but you knew the second your father got rid of you, the team would be next, which you didn't want. And you knew your father would do it as he was extremely powerful. He was Deathstroke.

You woke up in the morning, Dick sleeping peacefully by your side. If only he knew what was going to happen soon. "I love you so much, Dick," you quietly whisper, careful not to wake Dick. You slipped out of bed but then heard a sound from behind you. You turned around as Dick stirred in bed, mumbling, "Where are you going, Y/N?"

"I'm just going to get some fresh air. I'll be back soon," you responded. You didn't get a reply so you assumed Dick had already fallen back asleep. Slowly, you started to walk to the elevator to leave the building. Every step felt heavier than the last as you prepared yourself for the task ahead. You knew there was no turning back now.

The plan was: meet up with your father without anyone noticing, tell him all the information you know, prepare to attack the team and then do it. You didn't want to but you knew it was the best way to keep them safe, away from death. Besides, it's not like you were actually going to tell your father the truth, not the whole truth anyway. You knew the Titans were strong but they could also use the extra help as your father was really strong, even for such a team.

As you reached the designated meeting spot, conflicting emotions swirled within you. The weight of your betrayal hung heavy on your shoulders and you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at you.

Arriving at the meeting point, you scanned the area cautiously. It was a dark, sketchy alley. Typical of your father; he usually tries to avoid prying eyes for these things as he doesn't want anyone to know what he's planning. Deathstroke stood in the shadows, a menacing presence - but one you'd grown used to. Suppressing a shiver, you approached him with a forced air of confidence.

"Y/N," he greeted you with a cold nod. "So tell me, what have you learned? And make sure to not leave out any details as it could be vital to our mission."

You hesitated for a moment, gathering your thoughts before carefully relaying the information you had gathered about the Titans' strengths, weaknesses, and plans. You left out certain details, knowing that revealing too much could put the team in grave danger.

Deathstroke listened closely, his gaze never leaving your face. When you finished, he nodded in approval. "Good. You've done well, Y/N. Now, it's time to put your loyalty to the test."

Your heart sank as he outlined the plan to ambush the Titans. As you listened, your mind raced with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, you knew this was necessary to protect the team from your father. On the other hand, you couldn't bear the thought of facing Dick and the others in battle, knowing you were the one who orchestrated it.

But there was no turning back now. You had to see this through, no matter the cost. Steeling yourself, you nodded in agreement, masking your hesitation and guilt behind a facade of determination.

As you made your way back to Titans Tower, the weight of your impending betrayal felt heavier than ever. Every step was a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the choice you were about to make. Should you be doing this? Is this really the only way to keep them safe? Your mind raced with these thoughts, trying to come up with other solutions - but nothing. You had to go through with the plan.

When you arrived, the atmosphere in the tower felt different. As you entered the common area, you noticed Dick sat on the couch, his expression a mixture of concern and anticipation. It appeared as though he'd been waiting for you.

"Hey, Dick," you said, realising he still hadn't noticed you were back. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, his gaze locking on you. He stood up from the couch abruptly, starting to walk over to you. "Y/N, where were you?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. "I woke up and you were gone. Is everything okay?"

You forced a smile, trying to push down the guilt clawing at your insides. "I'm fine, Dick. Just.. needed some time to clear my head."

He studied you for a moment as if trying to decide whether what you were saying was really the truth. "Okay," he said finally, though his expression still held a hint of scepticism. "Just... let me know when you're leaving next time, okay?"

Dick's concern only added to the weight of your guilt. How could you look him in the eye and lie, knowing what you were about to do? But you couldn't afford to let your emotions get the best of you now.

You nodded, swallowing hard against the lump forming in your throat. "I will," you promised, unable to meet his gaze for long before the guilt threatened to overwhelm you. You forced a smile onto your face, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to your room.

How could you betray someone who cared about you so deeply? However, you also had no choice. It was either them or you, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing them.

A few hours went by and the sky turned dark, the city lights being the only thing illuminating the roads. The moon reflected onto a small puddle of water below and slowly but surely, Deathstroke's plan went into motion.

You had left the tower, and now stood side by side with your father. It was a dark and empty road, a contrast to the usual hustle and bustle of the city. This was, however, perfect for your father as it meant no one was around to see what was about to go down.

As a part of the plan, you would have to lure the Titans here and you knew exactly how. You took out your phone, dialling Dick's number. You look down at the picture you set for his contact - a picture of you and him when you first started dating. You both looked so happy, smiling at each other without a care in the world. The memory threatened to overwhelm you as you waited for him to pick up.

"Y/N?" Dick's voice sounded concerned on the other end of the line. "Is everything alright?"

You closed your eyes, steeling yourself against the ache in your chest. "Dick, I need your help," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in trouble. Please, you have to come quickly."

There was a moment of silence, and you could practically hear the gears turning in Dick's head. "Where are you?" he asked urgently. "I'm on my way."

You gave him the location, your heart breaking with every word you spoke. This was it. The point of no return. You had to see this through, no matter how much it tore you apart inside.

As you hung up the phone, you turned to face your father, steeling yourself for what was to come. He nodded in approval, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"They're on their way," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you.

Sure enough, moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the empty alley. Dick emerged from the darkness, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. You were sure he would've brought the team with him but apparently not. You just hoped your father wouldn't be too mad.

"Dick!" you called out, forcing yourself to sound panicked. "Over here!"

As he approached, you could see the worry in Dick's eyes, the concern etched into his features. You wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and tell him the truth but it was too late for that now.

"What's going on?" Dick asked, his voice tight with worry. "Are you okay?"

Before you could respond, Deathstroke stepped out of the shadows, his presence casting a chill over the alley. Dick visibly tensed, readying himself for a fight.

"Y/N," Dick said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's he doing here?"

Deathstroke spoke up, his voice low and menacing. "I'm here because she's finally realised where her loyalty lies. And that's with her father." He turned to you, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You felt a lump form in your throat as you struggled to maintain your composure. Every instinct screamed at you to tell Dick the truth, to beg for his forgiveness and plead for his understanding. But you knew that wasn't an option. Not with Deathstroke watching your every move.

"I'm sorry, Dick," you whispered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "I had no choice."

Dick's expression shifted from confusion to betrayal, his eyes narrowing with hurt and anger. "Y/N, what are you talking about? What's going on?"

You took a step back, unable to meet his gaze as the weight of your betrayal bore down on you. "I'm sorry," you repeated, your voice barely a whisper. "I had to do this to protect you."

Dick's eyes widened in disbelief, the hurt etched deep into his features. "Protect me?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Y/N, how could you...?" He couldn't even seem to be able to look at you at that moment, it hurt him too much. "I loved you! I let myself fucking fall in love with you! And what? All that time that I thought you loved me too, was it all a lie?"

As Dick's words pierced through you like a knife, tears streamed down your face, mingling with the rain that had started to fall. "No! I do love you, Dick. That's why I did what I did. You probably won't understand why and most likely never will but I don't expect you to," you choked out, your voice breaking with emotion.

You had to do it. You knew if you went against your father he'd kill them - the Titans, your second family. Dick, you'd fallen in love with him. You couldn't let your father kill him or the team. You couldn't bring yourself to meet Dick's gaze, the guilt weighing you down like an anchor.

As the tension in the air reached its breaking point, Deathstroke stepped forward, his presence a menacing reminder of the consequences of your actions. "Enough," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "It's time to finish what we started."

With a swift movement, Deathstroke lunged forward, his blade aimed directly at Dick. You stood frozen, watching in horror as Deathstroke's blade sliced through the air, aimed directly at Dick. In that split second, everything seemed to slow down, each heartbeat echoing in your ears. But you couldn't just stand there and watch.

Without a second thought, you threw yourself in front of him, your body acting on instinct alone.

You gasped, the air knocked from your lungs as you felt Deathstroke's blade pierce through your chest. Your father retracted the blade, his eyes widening in horror as he realised what he'd just done. You stumbled backwards, falling, but Dick caught you in his arms. As you collapsed against Dick, pain erupted throughout your body, radiating from your wound. His arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close as if he could shield you from the agony coursing through you.

"Y/N!" Dick's voice was laced with panic and despair as he cradled you, his hands trembling against your skin. Dick's anguished cries echoed in your ears, but you couldn't focus on anything but the searing pain that consumed you. Blood pooled beneath you, staining the ground as the world around you blurred and dimmed. "I'm so sorry, Dick," you managed to whisper, your voice barely a whisper amidst the chaos. Tears streamed down your face as you looked up at him, every fibre of your being aching with regret and sorrow. "I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to hurt you."

Dick's grip on you tightened, his own tears mixing with yours as he pressed a shaky kiss to your forehead. "Shh, Y/N, don't talk like that," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're going to be okay. You have to be okay."

But even as Dick's words washed over you, you knew the truth. Your strength was diminishing with every passing second, the darkness creeping in at the edges of your vision, claiming you. You fought against it, for Dick, for the love you shared, but the battle seemed futile.

"I love you, Dick," you whispered, your voice barely audible now, strained with effort. "I'm sorry."

His heartbroken gaze bore into yours, filled with a mixture of love, anguish, and disbelief. "No, Y/N, please, don't leave me," he pleaded, his voice breaking as he clung to the hope that this nightmare would end, that you would somehow defy the odds.

You clung desperately to Dick's presence, his touch, his warmth, as if they were the only things anchoring you to the world because they really were. You wanted to reassure him, to ease his pain, but each breath became more laboured, each heartbeat fainter.

"I can't lose you," Dick's voice cracked, his hands trembling as he pressed against the wound, as if trying to stop the flow of your life slipping away. "Please, Y/N, stay with me."

Dick's grip on you tightened further, his anguish palpable as he struggled to accept the inevitable. "I can't do this without you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice choked with emotion. "You're my everything."

Tears continued to stream down your face as you fought to hold onto consciousness, to hold onto Dick for as long as you could. "You're stronger than you think, Dick," you managed to say, your words coming out in strained gasps. You desperately wanted to stay, to fight alongside Dick, but it was beyond your control now.

"I love you, Y/N," Dick whispered, his voice trembling with emotion as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, savouring the bittersweet taste of your love. "Always and forever." His heart shattered with each passing moment, knowing that he was about to lose the person who meant the world to him.

You mustered a faint smile, pouring every ounce of love you had for him into that expression. "I'll love you always, Richard Grayson," you whispered, your voice barely audible now.

A sense of peace washed over you, enveloping you like a comforting embrace, as you surrendered to the inevitable. With one final, trembling breath, your eyelids fluttered closed, sealing your fate.

As your eyelids fluttered closed, a heavy silence descended upon the scene, broken only by Dick's choked sobs as he held onto your lifeless form. His heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest, torn apart by grief and guilt.

Time seemed to freeze around Dick as he clung to the memory of your warmth, the sound of your laughter, and the feeling of your touch but reality crashed down upon him with brutal force. Dick remained by your side, unwilling to let go, unable to accept that you were truly gone. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as he grappled with the overwhelming grief that threatened to consume him whole.

In the aftermath, Dick would often find himself standing beside your grave. To him, it was a constant reminder of his failure to protect you and save you from harm. He would have given anything to turn back time and rewrite the events that led to your death. But he couldn't.

[flightfoot]

What do you think of the idea that Adrien's classmates don't really trust him or like him that much after what happened in Felix? They saw Felix's recording and assumed it was Adrien. It has come up in a few posts by Adrien stans that the class doesn't really trust Adrien and can't really be called his friends.

I decided to rewatch it and tbf, Nino (and Marinette) did have Adrien's back there. Max doesn't really turn on him either. He evaluates the video with his AI and states that it hasn't been tampered with but he never makes a judgement on Adrien. Rose and Juleka don't say anything. They're just sad. Only Kim and Alya really make the judgements.

Kim says they haven't actually known him that long and Alya points out that he was friends with Chloe and he might be not a great person by association. I don't know if it's enough to say he can't consider most of the class friends...

It's kind of in character for Kim to be this callous occassionally and Alya... she is a journalist and tends to evaluate all evidence/possibilities, even when they are thorny. She chased the idea that Chloe might be Ladybug because of the evidence, despite despising Chloe. She doesn't immediately believe Marinette when Lila frames her because of the lack of evidence. Her only evidence against Adrien in 'Felix' is that the meanest girl in school was his best friend for most of his life and, perhaps reasonably, she submits it as evidence that they may have misjudged him as a nice guy. It's not like her to deny what she sees with her eyes off of blind faith, especially after Markov eliminated tampering as a possiblity. It's not in her nature to judge without evidence, but it's also not in her nature to dismiss evidence without due judgement. She'd perhaps make a good lawyer too.

Anyway, my point is, was this a sign that the class are poor friends to Adrien? I'd say MAYBE Kim isn't so great, but I never thought he and Adrien had all that much potential to be close. Alya did jump the gun a bit with the Chloe comment, but all evidence DID point to Adrien making the comments and she is a truth seeker over being comfortable. The rest seem pretty innocent imo. It seems more telling that Rose and Juleka care about Adrien's friendship that it led to them being akumatized. And Nino and Marinette weren't even about to entertain it.

It's a bit disheartening how most of the class doesn't consider alternate explanations for why Adrien may suddenly have appeared to turn nasty (seriously we've had several mind alteration akumas), but I don't consider the class to be bad for doubting Adrien there. Most of them like him, but don't actually know him all that well - he doesn't get to hang out with everyone after school as often as he'd like to, and they HAVE only known him for a few months.

I still consider Adrien to be friends with most of the class, but it's sadly a more casual friendship, not because the rest of the class doesn't want to be closer, but because he's limited in how much time he gets to spend with them. They do all care for him and try to help him when they can, they're definitely friendly with him, they just don't know him all that well. It mostly just goes to show that they need to spend more time with him, but that's not really been possible due to Gabriel being a dick.

I will say that if Adrien was the focal character, I think "Felix" would have been the equivalent of Chameleon, with thousands of betrayal fics being launched to demonize anyone who hadn't immediately rushed to Adrien's defence. Since Adrien's NOT the focal character though, the people who really like those sorts of fics didn't latch onto the episode, and everyone else just plain wasn't interested. I don't actually remember any Felix episode fics engaging in a betrayal plotline for Adrien's sake.

And yeah, this is another episode where the Derision backstory being retconned in is pretty obvious, though it's still not as bad of a case as Animaestro at least.

[thefreakydeaky]

Loving is Easy

Part Seventeen: Touch

Negan Smith x Reader

Rick Grimes x Reader

Summary: Life becomes complicated as you try to maintain relationships with two older men, your boss and an old family friend.

Warnings: Angst, smut

"Yes. I've been following your advice to a T. It just isn't working." Rick told her, frustration in his tone.

There was a long pause.

"I need someone whose ready to fill the role of being my wife and all that that entails."

Your eyes widened.

"You said she would want this. You were wrong."

You let go of the breath you hadn't realized you were holding and backed away from the door.

Maggie's attitude and odd behavior was beginning to make sense. She had made some kind of agreement to marry you off to Rick. You couldn't understand why she would do such a thing. What could she possibly get out of it?

And Rick. His territorial behavior, his jealousy, his declaring that he loved you. Was it all for show? He had an end game in mind all along. The betrayal and underhandedness of the entire thing aside, if you had known he was looking for marriage you never would have gotten involved with him in the first place.

Your eyes began to fill with tears as you made your way back to your office. You didn't even know who to go to with your heart ache. You couldn't go to your friends, because Maggie was one of them. You couldn't go to your mom and Simon because their views were old school.Fuck. What could you do?

You texted Negan asking if you could meet him at the bar after work.

He replied with a, Sure thing, Doll.

You knew he was far from neutral, but you felt so alone. You needed someone who was on your side. You needed to feel supported and understood.

•••••••••••

"I'll kick his ass."

You shook your head.

"That won't solve anything. He and Maggie still went behind my back regardless. Nothing can change what they've done."

You asked for another gin and tonic.

"This is some fucked up shit. How long have you known this girl?"

You sighed.

"Ten years."

He shook his head.

"What did you say to him?"

You took a sip of your drink.

"Nothing yet. I was too upset. I would have caused a scene and for now, it's still my place of employment."

"I am so sorry. This is a really shit situation they put you in."

You shrugged.

"I should be used to shitty things happening to me by now. The whole thing with Harlan, losing my job. I probably only got hired at GHN because Maggie sold him on marrying me. I have got the worst luck."

"Come on now, Babydoll. It ain't all bad. You've got your health, your smarts, your looks. You've got people that love you.You can get another job."

You struggled to accept that he was right for a second. You also had a place to stay in case Rick fired you before you could quit, you realized. Some people weren't so fortunate.

"I guess you're right." You polished off your drink and asked for another.

"What about your friend? You're gonna have to face her eventually."

You frowned.

"I don't even know what to say to her. I'm so fucking mad. I just don't know."

A drink later, you were making out with Negan in the back room. His hands were under your shirt kneeding and groping your tender breasts. Your hands on his chest felt his coarse dark hair and lean muscled body.

"Let's go back to my place and get you out of that skirt." He panted into your ear.

You didn't hesitate to take him up on it. You barely allowed his front door to close behind you when you started shedding your clothes as fast as you could. You didn't want to miss a second of being skin to skin with him. You got onto the bed, He followed.

Negan's hand splayed over your throat. He squeezed gently, his lips pressed kisses along the side of your face. His other arm curled around your side, holding you against him, your back to his chest. You could feel his hard dick against your ass.

"How do you want me?" His nose nuzzled your ear.

You turned your head and kissed him deeply, your tongue running along his.

"I want you in every way I can have you."

He laughed and it was such a full and beautiful sound.

"Saying a thing like that is dangerous, Babydoll."

You smirked at him and moved forward onto your hands and knees.

You felt him move into position behind you. His hands glided along your sides stopping at your hips. With his right hand he reached down and ran his fingers over your lips. When he reached your vagina he dipped his first finger and middle finger into you and found you weren't quite ready for him yet. His fingers caressed your labia, flirting with your clitoris in very light touches. He leaned down and pressed gentle kisses to your lower back.

Then he dipped his fingers into you again he withdrew them slowly. His minstrations were teasing and arousing at the same time. As your wetness increased so did the speed with which his fingers fucked you. Before you knew it you were clenching around his digits. His breathing had picked up just from hearing the sounds you made, from feeling you get so wet.

He took himself in his hand and aligned the head of his dick with your vagina. The slight stretch as he pressed forward into you was delicious. You made a little humming sound of pleasure. He moved his hips back slowly and then in toward you again. It felt good, but it wasn't what you wanted. You looked back over your shoulder and called his name.

"Negan, harder, please." You requested.

The way he looked at you. His gaze laden with veneration and desire, made you yearn to kiss him.  He adjusted his balance and then his hips snapped into you.

You moaned deeply.

Negan held onto your hips as he thrust into you then pulled out, increasing the pace. Your body bounced as you quaked from the force of his movements. Your harsh breathing and his was in your ears. The squelching sounds your body made as he fucked you turned you on even more.

You moaned his name. You began clenching around him, holding it for a few seconds, then unclenching. You repeated the act as he continued to give it to you rough and fast. It was all that you wanted. He was all that you wanted. His hands at your hips gripped you tightly almost enough to hurt. Your walls were so lusciously stimulated by the feeling of his long hard cock moving in and out of you.

Your fingers curled into the bed clothes as he went even faster. You felt it, your nerves reaching the end, all you needed was one final... You reached down and pinched your clitoris.

You cried out. Like a tidal wave, taking you away from the shore of your consciousness your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your very skin sang with overwhelming pleasure. Your world for the moment was all sensation, all fiery passionate sensation. You felt Negan go tense behind you, his hips stuttering as he came inside you. You went down onto the mattress together a second later. You held each other as you caught your breath. The rest of the night was full of heated kisses and frantic love making.

In the early morning hours your phone rang. You looked at the screen. Rick was calling you. You sent it to voicemail.

[psychdiarys]

You know, it's pretty interesting how Only Friends viewers have such a black-and-white perception of the characters, that they can excuse anything the "good ones" do & show no mercy to the "bad ones" when they're wronged.

Like Mew, Nick, and Sand are seen as these innocent victims, while Top and Boston are labelled as the ultimate villains. Even Ray, who's far from perfect, gets a bit of a pass.

But let's face it, none of these characters are faultless. Yes, when they make mistakes or hurt others, it often stems from their own pain and brokenness (which is very human of them).

Boston, on the other hand, seems to do terrible stuff seemingly unprovoked, making it hard to empathize or forgive him? I guess this is why Boston bears the brunt of all the hate.

Most of these characters are flawed but are seemingly good people who do bad things. Meanwhile, Boston acknowledges his bad boy image, and he doesn't pretend otherwise. He owns his asshole-ness.

But when you look at everything he's done, like his whole thing with Nick, he's been pretty upfront about it. He made it clear that they're just friends-with-benefits and nothing more. He's honest about seeing other guys too, although he does sweet-talk Nick into feeling special.

But if we compare, Ray's not much different with Sand, minus the playboy aspect. Ray got close to Sand, led him on, but went to Mew as soon as he got the chance. He only comes to Sand when he's lonely. In fact, even after getting to know Sand's story, he said hurtful things to him.

But because Ray's got a load of trauma and self-destructive tendencies, we're more inclined to understand him, while we know nothing about Boston's past to redeem his behavior.

What makes Boston seem even worse is that Nick is way more obsessed with him than Sand is with Ray. I mean, Sand genuinely cares for Ray, so it's heartbreaking to see how Ray treats him. But because Nick is down atrocious & was probably way more hurt, Boston seems like the bigger dick in comparison.

Also, the night when Boston ruined the get-together at Sand & Nick's place by spilling the beans about Ray still loving Mew? Yeah, we hated that cause everyone was having a good time & it was none of his business to meddle in their relationship. 

But guess what, Ray did the same thing at Mew's party, exposing all his friends & ruining the birthday celebration.

Like yes, he was angry because he bears a one-sided love toward Mew so it seemed unfair to find out he's getting cheated on by the man he chose over him. But he publicly made a scene & even involved Cheum & April who had nothing to do with any of it.

It's just that Ray did it out of love & anger while Boston did it unprovoked. So Ray can get a pass but Boston definitely doesn't. 

Now, definitely the worst thing Boston ever did was hooking up with his friend's almost-boyfriend. That was a terrible betrayal, no doubt. He may not have done it to hurt Mew but he did it out of jealousy and the need to feed his own superiority complex, with zero excuses or remorse.

But as bad as that was, there's no excuse for him being illegally recorded having sex, not once, but twice, without his consent.

That's a cybercrime, plain and simple. Nick had no right to record Boston, especially because they weren't even dating? It's not like Boston was cheating on him because he never implied they were exclusive.

And then Sand stealing the video and everyone passing it around? Aren't they all cybercriminals for spreading around an illegal sex tape?

And how come nobody condemns Mew's threat to post Boston's non-consensual sex tape as revenge porn? Like I've seen people say "If I were Mew I would have posted it". HELLO? NO. That's .... not okay.

People are so blindsided by their hate for Boston that they don't see it as a violation.

Like I'm glad that Mew DIDN'T post it but threatening to show it to his dad, who may not even know Boston is gay? That's EVIL.

Not to mention, how Mew burnt the sketch Top made him in front of him, despite KNOWING he has fire-related trauma?

Like listen, I get Mew. His boyfriend cheated on him with one of his best friends; that's definitely the worst betrayal ever. So I GET him, we all get him. But if we can understand & excuse his actions, why can't we spare a little bit of that understanding towards Boston (or Top)?

Nobody calls out the cybersexual harassment against Boston because he's seen as a "fuckboy" who deserves it. Being a slut is obviously the worst thing a human can be.

Like, everything Boston did in this show is immoral, no doubt. But the others have committed not just immoral but illegal acts, all in the name of revenge or love or hurt.

So, while I won't argue that Boston is a first-rate jerk and a terrible friend who can't be excused for his actions, we've got to admit that he's not any worse than the other characters. 

Maybe it's because we haven't seen his side of the story, it's hard to empathize with him. 

Regardless, I think that disliking Boston for being a jerk AND realising that he doesn't deserve to be violated or cybercrimed are two things that can exist at the same time. That's my take on this.

[zorilleerrant]

There's a kid Dick knows. Dick's only been in Gotham three times when It Happens, but he wasn't performing the first time, so he had time to hang out in the stands with this kid. Kind of scraggly, kind of short, but scrappy, clearly a fighter. Great conversationalist. Loves history, loves architecture especially. Kind of ominous. Kind of angry. Kind of hopeful, in a bittersweet way.

This kid is there just hanging out, but mouth agape as Dick's parents swing to and fro on the trapeze, surprising a laugh out of every member of the audience, and even Dick himself at the height of their arc. The show is flawless. It's always flawless. And the kid is mesmerized by everything in the Big Top, from the clowns doing their sound effects to the strongman lifting everyone. (Even enough to whistle, at that.) They clap politely, and disappear.

Dick's used to kids disappearing on him, traveling the way he does, and it's enough to spend a few hours with a good conversationalist, enthusiastic, if a little weird. He doesn't expect to see the kid again, the second time, after his first performance in front of a crowd, eyes glittering and holding out a hand in congratulations. Dick shakes that hand a little too hard and laughs a little to loud and asks a little too anxiously how did you like the show? He gets his compliments. The kid's wary of the clowns this time in a way they weren't the last, but everything else still seems new and shiny, even though Dick was there when they saw it all last year.

The kid is there That Time, too. Dick's sure of it.

There's a kid the first time Dick comes back to Gotham as Nightwing, a kid that looks so familiar that he couldn't tell you why, a kid that looks at him with chin jutted out and eyes full of betrayal, a kid who says they don't need Nightwing to save them. Shoves him away. Disappears into the night.

The kid forgives him, eventually. Or maybe it's another kid. There's so many, and every time Dick pulls one away from the fire, he can see bright eyes in the dark, softening, nodding at him.

...

There's a kid Jason knows. The kid is bigger than him by a lot and always knows the best places to hide. They never steal Jason's food - of course, they never seem to know anywhere to get it, but Jason's still too little to worry about that - so he feels safe eating next to them. He feels safe around them, anyway. They never do much. But they care.

The kid doesn't grow. Jason doesn't either, to be fair. He doesn't know how old the kid is, just older than him by a long shot, except when angry voices call out to them to run away they run together, and the voices always think they're the same age. Jason's too small to be the same age as anyone with that glint in their eye. The kid helps him slip a few wallets off of out of towners. It's easy to tell a tourist, and they've got fatter wads of cash. It's the first time Jason learns to pickpocket, and, thinking back, it shouldn't have been as easy as it was. The kid didn't want a share. The kid didn't even want a slice.

The kid is smaller than Jason. Not by a lot, but Jason's still worried, because as little as he sees the kid, it's still too often for the kid to just never eat. Still. The kid looks clean and new that night, shiny, like they just came from a birthday party. Jason's always jealous of the birthday parties thrown clear across the city, people poking their heads out of cars and screaming into the night. He doesn't have a car, but he knows where to get one.

Jason looks for the kid so many times, always thinks he sees them, but they're never there, and he's worried he scared them away with his new clothes and his carefully trimmed hair and a book he just wanted to read to them. He can't find them. He can never seem to find anyone he used to know.

Jason comes back to Gotham different, but Gotham still knows him, still takes him by the hand and nods with too sharp eyes, still never eats a single bite. Silently shows him the dark places and the quiet ones, the shadows of violence and the glimmers of peace. Jason's never let anyone lay a finger on a kid with his hands empty, but this kid - there's a kid Jason knows, and there's places to go if he needs to keep the kid safe.

...

There's a kid Tim knows. There's a kid with the slyest smile, this slowly burgeoning grin, who speaks in ways that Tim wants to call unctuous but only because that's the word of the day. A kid with slicked back hair and a too perfect suit, and kid who laughs like they're exactly aware of how fake they sound when they speak. A kid who meets Tim's gaze and holds it. Raises an eyebrow.

...

There's a kid Steph knows. A kid who's always banged up but never seems to want a bandage, a kid who snaps her own words back at her when she calls them on it. A kid with too long hair who keeps pushing it out of their eyes, who always darts out of view just too fast for Steph to catch up to them. A kid who infuriates Steph.

That's okay. A lot of kids infuriate Steph. That doesn't mean she's not going to look out for them.

The kid sours at questions and balks at trivia, but likes cold hard facts that sound like an encyclopedia come to life. It's hard to have a conversation at first, because Steph likes the give and take of the Socratic method, but the kid likes lists. The kid likes libraries, too. Steph takes to meeting them in the library, because at least there it's got a little bit of heat for the two of them, lights that don't strain their eyes. The kid smiles like a tiger when they get their hands on a thesaurus and it makes Steph just a little suspicious.

The kid doesn't seem well fed, doesn't seem well taken care of, but they keep coming back, day after day, and their injuries never seem to get worse. (Well, they do, sometimes, but it's only times when everyone and their cousin is injured, because those sorts of things just happen in Gotham. And it would be more worrying if they weren't.) No one's looking after the kid, but they won't let Steph look after them either, despite the fact that she's probably got at least two years on them, maybe more.

She feels like there probably should be someone to call. She doesn't know who, and everyone she does know, she already doesn't trust. She suggests Batman, one time, and the kid lights up like the city center on the last Friday in November, but they've disappeared by the time she works out how to entice the Bat.

...

There's a kid Cass knows. She doesn't know them, precisely, but the first time she found herself lost they were there to lead the way. They're there every time. And they're not a kid, either, for all they look like one. They feel older than they can explain to her, but she can see it in the way they walk, every time. They don't bother to hide from her anymore, so she takes care to hide them from everyone else.

...

There's a kid Duke knows. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark expression, the same pent up rage behind careful footsteps and careful nods. There's a kid that never turns down a helping hand but never asks for one either, a kid Duke keeps inviting over despite the fact they always run off before dinner. A kid everyone knows, a kid Duke can say, hey, you know that one kid? And they do.

This kid helps Duke out if he asks, rattles off facts and figures like they don't need to breathe, looks pleased if they hit on something he was trying to get at, something he desperately wanted to know. They're hungry for knowledge even more than he is, trying to read his textbooks over his shoulder, eyes aglow every time they land on something new. Hurrying, like there's no time to know every fact in the world, always in a rush.

The kid talks like they have all the time in the world, the kid talks like they've been there through everything, the kid talks like something's coming, something's always coming. Duke knows that feeling. Duke looks around every corner, too, and learns to spot the ones where the kid looks anxious, and the ones where the kid looks like they're just too polite to laugh at him for checking.

The kid's clothes are too big but they never want any of Duke's, the kid's hair is messy but they'll stay still long enough for Duke to braid it back up again. The kid might be older than him. The kid is definitely a lot more reticent to face down another villain than him. The kid never seems to be there during the worst of it, but afterwards, well, Duke's never heard someone speak in softer tones to scared kids trapped in the rubble. He always turns around and they're gone.

...

There's a kid Damian knows. They hate him at first, the way children his age always do. They look at him with a sneer like they know more than he does, which is ridiculous, because he didn't study hard with all the world's knowledge at his fingertips just to have some street rat look down their nose at him. He follows them to the library just enough times to learn what he hasn't learned, and then he sets himself to that. He'll show them they aren't the only one who can pick up a book while running through the streets of Gotham.

Damian is older when he comes back, and the kid is, too, or else the kid always seemed older than Damian thought back when he was thinking of nothing but proving himself. But the kid looks at him, wetly, with pity and regret, and Damian doesn't know why that feels like home again. The kid is wounded, just like he is, and there's something in the expression that means Damian doesn't want to ask what they went through. Their skin is pale and their hair ragged shorn, but, some days later, when Damian feels well enough to go back out, they've darkened in the sun.

...

There's a kid Luke knows. From parties. Always rolling their eyes in the corner, a wineglass dangling from their fingers. Their praise for his work is hollow right until he talks around to the Harbor, whereupon the kid is more interested than any of the members of his board who are supposed to be working on the project. The kid knows more than any kid has any right to know. Things no kid should know. Things the Bats barely know. Things the Harbor itself should barely know, if it had some way to tell anyone.

...

There's a kid Helena knows. A kid just always one step ahead. A kid who was one step ahead of her mom when she was just learning, and a step ahead when she came back a world renowned thief. A kid one step ahead of Helena early in her learning curve, and another step ahead when they see her on the other side of the glass, who darts in with one flirtatious wink and leaves again, never caught on camera, never caught. Not by Helena, not by anyone. Always there, always gone, always a kid.

...

There’s a kid Babs knows. They always get in trouble – well, they always are in trouble, and they never get out of trouble, and her dad just likes to call them trouble, sometimes with a capital T. A kid with a scowl like sunshine, scouring clean the cobwebbed edges of the jail cells, a kid who always seems to know the way out even when Babs isn’t sure they’re supposed to be out, yet. They never ask her to unlock anything. She’s not their way out.

They’re not her way out, either, but she follows them, sometimes, into the maze of streets she knows like the back of her hand, too confident to even have her phone out to call her dad if she gets in trouble, and they love her for it. Dare her down alleyways and up walls she shouldn’t be able to scale. Or they shouldn’t, anyway, not tiny and twiggy like they are, no muscle to speak of covering their arms and legs, but the speed on them! Babs is always out of breath as she races to catch them, and then in trouble for leaving the station at all.

They’re always in the station when she’s there, but they’re always out of it when she’s on a walk, like they want to know where she’s going. They don’t speak directly to her. This is pretty normal for street kids, all told, because Babs is a resource when they need her dad – they trust her more than they trust an adult – but she’s still the daughter of a cop in the midst of them, and, well, yeah. She knows. So she knows why they won’t talk to her.

She doesn’t know why they won’t talk to her in costume. No one else has put those things together. They smile in this not quite knowing way like they have a reason, but they never approach, even though she’s seen them approach other people, other Bats.

She sees them everywhere, for a while. Out the window of her hospital room. Never close enough to make out their features, just the occasional glimpse of russet hair or freckles, the occasional upturned head and sympathetic look, even though no one could possibly see her from the ground. Less even than she can see them, with the glare on the windows, and it’s hard to find them running off into the crowd. They talk to her a lot, online. It’s odd. They seem more comfortable behind a screen, but then, aren’t they all. Babs likes the distance, too, the pane of safety she can hide behind like bulletproof glass. They talk all the time once she has a screenname no one else should know, and they have one she never quite remembers.

...

There's a kid Diego knows. Always sticking up for everyone, always sticking their nose where it doesn't belong. Always sticking it to, well, everyone they can find who even halfway needs sticking to, there in equal measure to help Diego up and tear him down. They're not exactly around every corner, except everyone who knows them doesn't quite know who they are, and he's never managed to fish out a name, not even at concerts, where they scream louder than everyone. They might not have a name yet. Diego gets that.

...

There's a kid Marcus knows. There's a kid he knew who always seemed so grown up when he was small and scared, who tried to tell him that the big bad bat wouldn't be able to find him in his sleep. A kid Marcus never trusted but who seemed to trust him, who looks at him now with a skeptical eye, but a nod, like they're going to let him do what he needs to and only step in if he doesn't. They're so small. Can't be the same kid. But Marcus will fight for a little kid, just the same, judgemental look and all.

...

There's a kid Xanthe knows. Not quite as dead as they are, although the kid looks like they've been washed through the ringer, now and again. Doesn't seem quite real half the time. Too real the other half. They're out and about at all hours, in Chinatown like they fit in, languages falling from their lips like they've spoken them longer than Xanthe has, kept more words in their head than Xanthe ever had the chance to. They're not from Chinatown. Most of the time, Xanthe's not entirely sure they're in Chinatown, even when they can see the kid right in front of them, plain as day. They give Xanthe paper that already feels like it has weight.

...

There's a kid Bruce knows. Yet another kid he can never save, the one kid he'll put everything on the line for.

There was a kid Bruce knew, that night, tears streaking the kid's face like his own. There was a kid Bruce knew when he first ran out of doors, screaming towards something he knew he had to stop. There was a kid when Bruce came home again, a kid who smiled like never before and begged him not to leave again. There was a kid every time he brought a new child home. Every time one left.

There's a kid that Bruce would die for, like any of his own, more than any of his own, and the kid is not him. Not his younger self, not his lost childhood, not his second chance. They just look like him, but, then, so do so many of the people in his life.

...

Cameron doesn't know a kid.

[chiefatticcreator]

There is Mabui, his assistant. Not officially his wife but it will deal a heavy blow on him. Especially since some fans consider them an item. So you can always pretend that they are together-together.

The Raikage walked through the halls to the Hokage office. His trip to Konoha for talks with Minato had gone well so far, with Mabui greatly helping in transmitting reports and papers to the Hokage. So, the Raikage was in a good mood as he opened the door to Namikaze's office.

"I sent Mabui before me, so i hope she..."

He had expected to find Minato and Mabui talking. Most probably about work, maybe about the Raikage and her's trip to Konoha, possibly abotu the sight, or how she liked the village, or maybe the view from Minato's office...

What A did not expect to see at all was Mabui admiring the view of Konoha... as she was bent over the Hokage desk, and Minato vigorously fucking her. A was hung, he had made Mabui scream in pleasure the few times the two of them had fucked, and he considered himself a good lover.

But that was nothing compared to how utterly blissful his assisstant was as she screamed, getting fucked by Minato.

"Jesus fuck your cock is soo gooood!" Mabui cried out. head thrown back, tears streaming down her face as she came again. "I love your cock so much, Minatooo~"

"Your tight body is amazing too!" The Hokage grinned, slamming his hips again and again into her plump ass, making it clap lewdly as he fucked her.

Her breasts pressed against the Hokage desk, some of her drool falling on the wood as she panted like a bitch in heat, getting the best dicking ever from the Hokage.

"You're so much better than A!" she cried out.

A, who could only watch in shock and some bit of betrayal. Sure, he and Mabui weren't together together, but to hear her scream that...

"Keep fucking me! make me your bitch! BREED ME!"

Minato smiled.

"You see that, A?" he taunted the Raikage, having apparently detected his presence finally.

[lilllithdraagon]

Snippet Sunday

Got tagged by @sillyliterature . So thank you to them 😊. I'm a bit late to the game but I'm here to play.

Rules: Revisit an old fic (or earlier chapters of your current WIP) and share a snip from:

Your first chapter

Alternatively, if you don’t write longfic, feel free to share your one-shots. Provide as much or as little commentary as you want.

Your favorite chapter

Your most challenging chapter

The fic I've chosen is The Path Not Taken by @lunadys and myself. It's actually the oldest fic I've written and also still a wip. Answers below the cut.

Frozen in panic, Lavi stood there numb as the giant reptilian bird lashed out at her with its jaws, water droplets falling from its maw. Deka yanked Lavi backwards, roughly by her collar, and pulled her up onto a rocky outcropping. The phoenix’s teeth snapped shut around Lavi’s still dangling leg before she had time to acknowledge the appendage was in danger. “Fuck,” Lavi shrieked, the pain setting her nerves on fire. Deka stomped the creature roughly in the face, dislodging it from her friend’s leg before it could get a solid grip. It flailed, scrabbling down the boulder to land in the sand with a satisfying thump, dazed for the moment. Lavi, still gasping in agony tried to staunch the bleeding. Deka didn't respond, instead nocking an arrow to her bow, and trying to figure out where it would be best to shoot the damned thing. She was thirsty, tired, and too irritable to baulk at killing something. After all, she’d done it a handful of times before. What did phoenix taste like? Determined, she loosed the arrow with a curse as it went wide. The beast hissed, having managed to dodge the projectile. "Etunash (Shit)!" She nocked another arrow. "Thing is smart-" The phoenix jumped, nearly snagging Lavi's robe. "Act now. Think later ," she whispered under her breath to steady her nerves. The phoenix clawed at the rock below them, attempting to find a way up. Deka loosed the arrow before she had a chance to second guess. The creature jumped sideways but the arrow found its flesh. Unfortunately, it was still moving. The phoenix faltered, and soon fell as another shot from Deka hit home, straight through its open jaws. "Headshot," Deka blurted in relief. She glanced around to make sure there weren't any other nasty surprises before descending back to the sand.

First Chapter: The Fuckening

Favourite Chapter: CH13 Seduction 101

This chapter has so many good scenes that it's hard to pick just one. There are plenty of more heated parts, but I really like how carefree they all get to be in this scene.

“That was… Thank you, Lavi,” Cassandra said with a soft smile, gently accepting the gift. After appraising it with almost reverence, she tied it around her neck. “It’s beautiful.” “Liar,” Lavi snickered. “I did my best, but the additions look like they were done by a blind twelve-year-old.” “Wait… did Chatterbox just give our Seeker a courting gift?” Varric chimed in with a grin. He gave a conspiratorial wink at the Iron Bull. “What?” Lavi looked between everyone in confusion. Oh, no. “I... it was a token of- Come on! Why would I bring everyone to see- ” “-and have it officially witnessed,” Bull chuckled, interrupting her smoothly. Lavi grew more mortified as she looked to Cassandra who was blushing. Not that she wasn’t attracted to the Seeker, but this was only supposed to be a gesture of friendship! “Pala ma ga . (Fuck you all)” Lavi groused. “I wasn’t- ugh, why do I bother?” “It is an older Nevarran tradition,” Cassandra chuckled, though her hand tightened on the scarf as if to defend it from removal. “I’m afraid I would have to decline. The gift is enough.” Lavi breathed a sigh of relief. “It is still widely recognized,” Solas observed with a quirk of his lips. Lavi glared at him for the betrayal. He knew. He knew that hadn’t been Lavi’s intention, and he was still making her suffer on purpose! Bull and Varric would latch onto that statement just to keep the joke going! “This dick is widely recognised.” Her accent grew thicker as she grabbed the crotch of her pants and flipped the elf off -the Aussie way- for good measure. “Truly? I‘d been certain we left Sera behind,” Solas lamented playfully. Everyone was clearly amused by her discomfort. She was going to kill them all. “Wait… do you have a-” Bull began. “If I do, it’s bigger than yours ,” Lavi snarled, and stomped her way out of the cave in embarrassment. Cassandra was trying to hide her own laughter at this point, but still resolutely kept the gift. When they returned to camp, Lavi immediately went into her tent and pretended she couldn’t overhear Varric quietly recounting the events to Blake and Sera. In that moment, she’d rather fight a brood mother than have to face everyone the next morning. “Apparently,” Varric whispered sternly. “Her dick is widely recognized.” Blake’s snickering and Sera’s manic giggling followed her into the Fade.

Omg this chapter was the biggest pain in a butt to write. You have no idea. The number of times we re-wrote it was astounding.

Most Challenging Chapter: CH18 A Cruel Awakening

“Keep that thing away from me,” the demon demanded, lashing out at those in the front. It stood at the edge of the great cliff, shuffling, and scrambling to find a way down. Those it hit were flung from the height to their deaths below. "Sit pretty and let me eviscerate you!" Lavi growled as she charged quickly toward the panicked creature. Her focus narrowed in on the demon, the rest of her surroundings falling away. “At least I give them choices,” Envy spat, as if reassuring itself as it lashed out. “What choices have you given them?” There was a wild energy about him that she hadn’t sensed before. It spat its words carelessly, accusing, and grating. "You give the illusion of choice," she snarled. Lavi was too angry to consider how her friends might be interpreting their argument. “You do the same thing. Stalking the flock like wolves amongst sheep!” Envy lunged for her, growing fear in its eyes, its claws raking the ground as she dove out of the way. The others had all taken positions around her. Good, that gave her a chance to land the killing blow. A barrier fell over Lavi as Envy slashed its claws at her chest. She brought her sword up, barely managing to deflect the strike. Lavi’s skills had improved greatly since she joined the Inquisition, but she was still a far cry from being a full fledged warrior. "Shut up!" She screamed as she hacked at Envy’s already wounded arm. “Hypocrite,” it snarled. The demon was herded back towards the centre of the yard as Bull charged with his axe. Cassandra was right behind it; corralling the creature as they tried to pull its attention away from Lavi. "Just die!" She threw herself at it with a scream that seemed wrenched from her. The others were forced to retreat as she swung around wildly. Envy screeched as her weapon sliced through the joint of one of its shoulders. Unlike anything made of flesh-and-blood, she hadn’t managed to amputate the limb. The wound shone for a moment, green like the Fade, as it slithered out of reach once more. She followed close behind, slamming her fist into Envy’s face, before it grappled her. The two of them struggled with one another; a tangle of limbs rolling around the courtyard, desperately trying to gain the upper hand. Bull wrangled her free and pushed her a distance behind him. She almost lost her footing and would have if Solas hadn’t grabbed her shoulder to stabilise her. “Don’t let it get in your head,” Bull snarled, bringing his axe down hard. Envy dodged again and Lavi threw another scream of incoherent rage. The demon slipped between Cassandra and another Inquisition soldier, gutting the poor man. Envy was avoiding her. She found herself growing angrier still, swatting aside Solas’ offered assistance, and charging the demon with only one thing on her mind. Bull’s warning was forgotten. Lavi was going to kill it. Solas threw another barrier over her as she descended on Envy with a series of mindless attacks. She wasn’t thinking, she was feeling everything! Everything she had lost. Everything she had sacrificed. Everything she had endured. It evaded her again and again. She could feel her lungs burning with the effort to keep up with it, her arms aching with the weight of her blade. Still she persisted. Arrows and spells whizzed by, some grazing her as they passed, but she didn’t care. None of it mattered. Only killing it mattered. “Wretched bitch!” Envy swatted Cassandra aside, jumping up along a pillar into a gravity defying, horrific perch. She heard Solas and the others yelling for her but they were muted and unimportant. Her focus was entirely on the demon. Inside her mind its words repeated as an echoed mantra. Failure. Hypocrite. Liar. Monster. Even through the anger, one thought persisted. It isn’t wrong .

Thank you again, @sillyliterature for tagging me. As far as tagging others goes, I'd like to tag @danafanel @firekittenscribbles @oxygenforthewicked and @lunadys herself because I'm curious how she would have answered. Anyone else feel free to take seeing this as an open invitation to do this yourselves.

[voidfell]

I think it's worth noting that I don't think Kelli or Maisey ever really liked Dudewhap. They weren't enemies, or dicks or anything, especially since for a few years Evelyn was a part of the team and Kelli would have seen Eve as 'that bratty little brother I never wanted'. Dudely was always outright rude or dismissive of them, but Dudely was the same way with their uncle Albert's partner Artie too. He really only warmed up to Maisey so quickly because of how much Gal loves his bestie. Dudely's really just only here For The Alvarez's(tm). Gal loved Eve, and saw their turn to evil as a super personal betrayal, but it was never that personal for Kelli or Maisey. At least not until Eve's bullshit actually ended up hurting Gal. I think Eve does like them though. He does see Kelli as his brother and probably has a baby crush on Maisey that never fully went away even when he and Gal were together. Dudewhap and Team Dudepow are so messy and complicated.

[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Chapter 46

*Warning Adult Content*

- Maddox -

It's been two days since the fight and since that night I haven't had a moment alone.

Interviews, special event invitations and more, I know the drill by now and I know this isn't my first time being overwhelmed by it all but it is my first time getting really annoyed with how it felt like I was being pulled on all ends, without escape.

I couldn't go out for a run because press would follow me and because of my win, my name and face were recognizable more than ever since I broke up with Carly and the rumours surrounding why I ended things days before the fight.

While I have had my life flipped upside-down multiple times during these past few days, Carly had managed to rise to her once high life of fame from all the attention from my win.

She's spent every waking moment telling anyone with a wide wallet and a bigger audience reach about our relationship together, from the food I liked to how long we had sex for, it was fucking betrayal.

Least the only thing she got right was my dick size, the rest of the shit that came from her mouth was just that- shit and it was all because I wouldn't fuck her before my big fight.

Dating Carly was a mistake from the get go, I fucked her because she took my mind off things and the moment she started asking for more is when I felt the relationship break down because I didn't want more and I made sure she knew from the moment I met her.

It wasn't all bad though, despite the last few days feeling as though I was run over by a truck, my sore muscles and my ribs bruised from the fight, I was actually in a pretty good fucking mood.

Why? Some may ask... well, that's because not only is things looking up for me but I also got some good news.

News I shouldn't be happy about but was anyways.

Theo had ended things with his 'boyfriend' whatever the hell his name was.

At first when Tony mentioned it when I saw him the day after my fight, I thought 'none of my business' but then I felt like it had to do something with me.

He looked good, happy and better when I saw him at my fight but I also saw the way he looked at me, like I looked at him, like things weren't over, like they were far from over.

Theo ended things because he must've felt the same and because of that, I haven't stopped fucking smiling.

'I wanted to see him. I really wanted to talk to him.'

There was just one problem with that and a problem I've been struggling with since his graduation.

What if all this was in my head?

And Theo not only doesn't want to see, or talk to me but that he'd never forgive me for ending it with him.

I knew the moment I saw him that I would explain everything to him, all of it, Ross Kench and the talk with Aiden that led me to end things with him, I'd come out with everything I felt and tell him I only did it to protect him.

Things had changed now, I thought back then that Theo would struggle if our relationship got out, I never once thought he'd come out gay by himself and because I underestimated his character, I ruined the relationship out of fear.

Theo wasn't scared of being seen for who he was, me on the other hand...

I might be a world champion kickboxer but I was a fucking coward compared to Theo, a guy ten years younger than me.

The past two years I thought a lot about why, I didn't care what people thought of me but I cared about my reputation and how the public saw me because unlike Theo, I was never getting out of this life, it was too late for me.

Yet, if I had a second chance, I will do things differently.

It was Wednesday and I had done nothing but sat inside and watch TV, with nothing to do I felt more relaxed about seeing him again, shit- just talking to him made things all messed up but it made my day so much better.

Fuck, I wanted to see him, even if just for another moment.

I wonder...

I grabbed my phone from the coffee table in front of me and looked through my contacts for Theo's number, the same number I had stared at so many times and tried so fucking hard to delete.

I couldn't delete his number, yet I wonder...

Things had to change, Theo made the first move this time, so let's see if I'm crazy or not.

I'm going to text him.

If he didn't change his number, fine, then I'll stop and leave it there until my next chance but if he hasn't changed his number and messages me back... I won't back down, I'll never let him go.

My hands were sweating and I felt stupid once I clicked on his name 'Theodore Banks' to send him a message and the more I stared at my phone wondering what to write, the more I felt like what I was doing was a bad idea.

Fuck it, it's worth a shot, I'll just send it and then go take a shower to calm down and when I return and nothing is there, I'll forget about this and call it a day.

Maddox: Hey, thanks for coming to my fight last Sunday. It was nice to see you in the crowd.

Before I could change my mind, I sent it a then put my phone back where it was and stood up, sighing as I walked to the bathroom, my mind working overdrive as I stopped myself from sitting back down and staring at my phone, until he texts me back.

I felt sick to my stomach knowing what I had just done but fuck if I couldn't be any harder at the thought of Theo messaging me back.

Sometimes, just the thought of him would creep into my day and I'd have no choice but to let him torture me, especially now, as my erection poked against my shorts.

I got into the shower and let the cool water relax my tense muscles, I stopped thinking about him and focused on what I was doing, eventually my erection went down and I was clean and getting out of the shower to dry myself.

The moment I stepped out, was when my heartbeat sped up at the possibility of Theo replying back to me, so taking my time, I dried my hair and slipped on some clean shorts before I walked back into the living room, where I left my phone.

Coming into the room, I saw my phone screen come alive and with it, a text, making me freeze and think for a moment before I took another step.

If it's not Theo... I won't be disappointed.

I can't think that way. Yet, if it's him...

I went over to the coffee table and when I grabbed my phone and turned it on, I couldn't help the smile growing on my face as I stared down at his name.

Well, fuck. He texted me back and he hadn't changed his number or blocked me.

I sat down and opened his text and what I read made me feel lightheaded but the happiest I've felt in a long time.

Theo: Hi. Congratulations Maddox. It was good to see you too.

Hah... Seriously, I wanted to see him, I wanted to actually stand in front of him and see just how much he changed or didn't change, fuck- I'd settle for anything at this point.

Things weren't over between us, I had to believe he felt the same too.

For whatever reason Theo broke up with his boyfriend, it couldn't have come at the most perfect time because seeing him Sunday night after the fight, I made up my mind that I'd try to see him again, apologize and maybe...perhaps, if by some miracle... he'd give me a second chance.

I looked at the time and saw it was only seven PM and that I could easily slip out to see him, as it's late and staff in the building keep things very privacy, so if I did leave, they'd not say a word about it.

Would he though... Fucking hell.

I typed the words and before I could change my mind, or pussy out, I sent the text.

Maddox: Are you free right now? I want to see you.

I tapped my leg and waited, for what felt like an eternity before my phone buzzed and his name came up on my screen.

I didn't even notice that ten minutes had gone by, either way, when I clicked his text, it didn't matter if thirty minutes went by or an hour.

Theo: I'm free. Where can I meet you?

Just like that... that split moment of realization hitting me that I'd get to see Theo again and soon, I froze and stared at my phone, my heart beating out of my chest and my mouth going dry as I forgot to close it.

He wanted to see me, I didn't even notice I got up and walked into my room to grab some clothes, I felt as though my body was moving by itself as I listened to my heart drum wildly in my ears.

Excitement, fear, hopefulness, doubt... everything was crazy, I knew this was crazy but I also knew that this was the right thing and once I texted him back a location, I knew we wouldn't be disturbed at, I grabbed my keys and went for the front door.

Two years ago, was a mistake and the biggest one I made to date, so even if he turns me away or fucking hits me, at least I would get the chance to see him again, to tell him the truth, the truth I hid from him years ago.

I did love Theo and I think I loved him the moment I laid my eyes on hi, because since the first time I saw him, he's always been there, with me.

I just had to not screw this up again and take my time and hope for the best.

Nothing else mattered, I was ready and nothing was getting in my way this time from giving me my happy ending.

I just hope he doesn't leave me hanging. 

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Family

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CMjT1aN by sunshineboy1981 "So you're just gonna uproot your life? Quit your job and move all for what? So-" Dick cut his brother off. "I'd do this for any of you. Tim's only fifteen, Damian's just getting used to everything and I - well I'm the eldest," he hoped that it came off as the only reason, that Jason wouldn't read how much being there for the boys, having that little bit of Bruce, meant to him. "Alfred can't be asked to watch the boys alone, let alone the ten year old who lives here full time. He gets to be too much for me even." "You and the old man weren't even close," Jason sighed, confused. "I'll never understand the lengths you're going for him." "It's.." Dick didn't want to go into this, tarnish Jay's already marred memory of the old man for something that barely was. "It's just complicated, okay?" Words: 2408, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Betrayal Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne Relationships: Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, (background), Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Dick Grayson is Damian Wayne's Parent, Dick Grayson is Batman, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Dick Grayson is a Better Parent Than Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is "dead" era read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CMjT1aN