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makethatelevenrings · 2 years

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Kryptonians and French Tarts // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes! @afrolatinosuperfam

WARNINGS: mentions of injuries but nothing detailed

Summary: After being injured in a fight, you go to Wayne Manor to get some help watching Jon for the night. Luckily, a certain vigilante is also benched at home.

“Okay, you’re going to behave, right? No destroying priceless art. No antagonizing anyone. Respect Mr. Pennyworth,” your mother dictated as she led the procession of your family towards the towering manor before you.

“Yeah, yeah.” You adjusted your little brother on your hip and flashed your mom an innocent smile. “No letting Jon turn into Jack Jack from the Incredibles.”

Your mom let out a quiet “you’re going to be the death of me” as she climbed the stairs to the front door. It swung open before she could knock, revealing Mr. Pennyworth.

“Miss Lane, Mx. Y/N, young Mister Jon,” he greeted. “I trust the drive from Metropolis went well.”

“Yes, Alfred. Thank you so much for doing this.” By “this”, she meant giving you and Jon a place to stay in Gotham while she attended a journalism conference. Your dad and Uncle Bruce were off at the watchtower saving the world again while your other brother, Kon, was in San Francisco at Titans Tower, working on some case that Tim had found. Which left you and Jon all alone.

While this normally wouldn’t be a problem, you had experienced an unfortunate run in with some kryptonite on what would be a routine patrol of Metropolis. Lex Luthor had other plans, of course, and the kryptonite had knocked you through a building. Your father had appeared seconds later, dripping with righteous anger and rage, and Aunt Diana took care of the kryptonite. Unfortunately, your powers hadn’t fully developed yet so the healing process was taking longer than it would for Kon or your dad. Your parents didn’t want you and Jon to be alone in your apartment when he was still developing his powers and you were benched.

So, here you were at Wayne Manor with a superpowered baby brother who was currently squirming in an attempt to get out of your grasp. You sighed and leaned down to let Jon free, wincing at the ache in your ribs.

“Master Damian is in his room,” Alfred informed Jon. “I believe he mentioned something about introducing you to our new cow.”

“Sweet! Thanks, Alf!” Jon raced out of sight and you huffed out a laugh. That kid had boundless amounts of energy.

“Alright, I’m off. Be good. Behave. Don’t strain yourself,” your mom ordered. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and dropped a kiss to your forehead. “Thanks again, Alfred.”

“It’s a pleasure, Miss Lane.” The door shut behind your mother and Alfred turned to you. “I have a new recipe I’ve been working on if you would like to assist me in the kitchen.”

You followed after him into the depths of the manor. You had been here plenty of times over the years, but it never failed to surprise you at the sheer size and ostentatious beauty of the place. It felt like something out of Pride and Prejudice when Lizzie toured through Pemberley.

“I was finally able to convince Beverly to share her french tart recipe,” Alfred explained. “It was as if she were hiding the code to Fort Knox. For someone who can barely create a passable mousse, I must begrudgingly admit defeat against her tarts.”

“You’re an honest man, Alfred Pennyworth.” You snagged one of the strawberries from the bowl he had set up on the counter. “How are the ladies?”

He launched into a detailed explanation of his knitting club and their recent exploits as the two of you blended, stirred, and sliced up ingredients for the tart. Once it was in the fridge to chill, Alfred sent you upstairs to check on the boys. You peaked your head into Damian’s room and found your little brother floating cross legged in the air, playing video games and chatting with the youngest Wayne who answered with a few grunts and hums. Like father, like son.

Slipping back out, you headed towards the library. The Wayne library never ceased to amaze you. The large floor to ceiling windows let in the perfect amount of light and looked out onto the gardens below. Books lined the towering shelves that used rolling ladders to get to them.

But as you got closer, you could hear that the library wasn’t empty and it was a familiar heartbeat that resounded in your ears.

“Todd,” you greeted the sprawled out figure on the couch. He lifted his gaze from the book in his hands and smirked.

“Alien,” he shot back. “I didn’t realize you would be here today.”

“Kon’s in San Fran with Tim, Dad’s with Bruce in space, and Mom’s at a conference,” you explained. “Someone had to watch Jon and bruised ribs don’t make it easy.”

He grimaced and shifted his legs to make space on the couch. You sat on the empty space and stretched out so you were lying parallel to him. Jason rested the book open faced on his broad chest and nudged your knee with his elbow.

“How did you bruise your ribs? I thought you were invincible.” A furrow appeared between his brows as he frowned. Jason had been a witness to your invincibility many times. The two of you had fought side by side whenever the Justice League was called in, leaving Gotham and Metropolis down a hero. While Batman hated metas in his city and your father disagreed with Red Hood’s methods, they both relented with the knowledge that their children were safer with the other helping.

The two times that Jason had called your name in an emergency had been heart stopping. You had never flown so fast to get to someone and the fear that clutched your throat when you found him bleeding out in an alley…

You shoved the thought aside and nudged him back with your knee. “Why are you here?”

“Got shot,” he said bluntly. “Alfred doesn’t let you leave the manor until seventy-two hours have passed. You never answered my question.”

“Luthor got his hands on kryptonite again and I didn’t see it coming until I was crashing through the sixteenth floor of a skyscraper.”

His jaw flexed as he clenched it. “And your dad hasn’t killed him yet…why?”

“I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but it would be really bad publicity if Superman killed a millionaire of one of the leading companies in the nation,” you quipped. “And before you get any smart ideas, no, the Red Hood cannot go and kill Lex Luthor.”

“I could make it look like an accident.”

“I’m sure you could.” You shifted on the couch to grab a blanket off of the back and winced at the pull on your sides. Instantly, he sat up and reached for the hem of your shirt. Jason pushed it up to see the bruising on your skin and he ghosted a hand over the injured area.

“We should get you some ice,” he murmured. “Have you taken any painkillers?”

“I’ll be fine,” you protested. “Seriously, Jay.”

“No, it’s not fine, Y/N. It’s one thing for me to be injured because I’m human. You aren’t supposed to have bruises. You’re supposed to be safe.”

The glow of green crept into his irises and you cupped his cheeks between your hands. Jason shut his eyes and breathed in deep and slow in an attempt to calm the Pit.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“I’m okay,” you assured him. You brushed his dark locks out of his face and ran the tips of your fingers along his forehead, temple, and then jaw. “Here.”

Taking his hand that rested over your bruised side, you raised it to rest against the steady beating of your heart. An almost imperceptible shudder ran through him at the feeling of your heartbeat and a smile curved at the corner of your lips.

“I’m fine.” You would have continued in your reassurances if he didn’t capture your lips in a searing kiss. You fisted a hand against his shirt and tangled your fingers in his short hair and deepened the kiss. He groaned into your touch and you could have sighed in relief. Finally, you thought. The two of you had been dancing around each other for months at this point.

Jason slowly lowered your back down against the couch, mindful of both of your injuries, and started to slide his hand up your shirt when your phone started ringing. The two of you broke apart just as the library doors flung open.

“Demon brat, go away,” Jason groaned. He rested his forehead against your shoulder as you snickered and answered your phone.

“Tell Todd that if he doesn’t get his hands off my child in the next five seconds, then he won’t have any hands,” your dad said in lieu of a greeting.

“What the hell were you doing to my sibling, Hood?” Kon’s voice sounded from down the hall.

“Were they making out? Ew, Kon, put me down before I puke,” Tim said. You groaned and raised your hands to cover your face. Sometimes, you hated your family, even if you loved them dearly.

“Next time, we do this at my place,” Jason growled. “After I line all the walls with lead.”

“I heard that!” All three Kents shouted.

#jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood fluff #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #dc imagine

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caffeinated-fan · 4 months

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You are not immune to men with big brown eyes

Crosby is so baby cow coded it's not even funny, plus he loves his wife.

#masters of the air #mota #harry crosby #mota fanart #masters of the air fanart #fanart #caffe draws

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usedtobecooler · 9 months

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adding to some virgin eddie thoughts cause virgin eddie is so sweet angel baby coded for me. virgin!eddie who starts every new explorative touch with a gentle: 'is it okay if i...?'

virgin!eddie who shuts his eyes tight when you start to give him a lazy hand job because he doesn't think he'll last. whimpering and holding your wrist. virgin!eddie who just wants to make you feel so good. stumbling through the motions and every look down at you is a plea for approval, for you to tell him he's doing it right. virgin!eddie who thinks about how even kissing you is a gift, how he can't believe you're there with him, that you're honoring him like this. idk, sweet pathetic cow eyes eddie is so virgin!eddie to me.

CAROL 😩🫠

you’re so right about him grasping your wrist when you jerk him off, like he needs to ground himself before he loses it and spills all over your fingers in three pumps. sometimes he’ll grab your thigh, your waist, anything so that he can just get a grip and hold off a little longer.

he’s so giving too 😵‍💫 definitely has a praise kink, likes to rut against the mattress or the sofa when he’s eating you out and you’re on the verge of tears, begging and whining for more, telling him how good he is. and the first time he makes you cum? he swears he sees god, your hands fisting in his hair and bringing him to the brink.

he loves to make out, pulls you into his lap and just holds you in place with strong hands on your waist as your tongues lazily graze, and sometimes it’s not even sexual, he just wants to kiss and feel until his lips are sore and raw and you’re sighing happily, slumping against him all boneless and comfortable.

yeah :( i love him :(

#virgin!eddie munson #virgin!eddie thoughts #thank you for this carol i’m pining now 😭

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wild-lavender-rose · 1 year

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Freak

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Category: Hurt Comfort

Summary: When Billy saves you from your abusive ex, you slowly realize that he is much more than the arrogant bully you first took him to be.

Warning: toxic relationship, physical and verbal abuse sequence (if this bothers you at all please scroll on), sexual abuse insinuation, description of injuries, cannon typical swearing

“Hey, angel.”

You jumped as Billy banged his shoulder against the locker next to you, looking up from where you had been twisting in your code sequence.

“They tell me you’re best friends with the king,” he crossed his bare arms and looked you up and down. “May he rest in peace.”

“He’s still king,” you gave him a look before returning your attention to your locker. “Steve’s just had a change of priorities.”

“Yeah, a ball and chain’ll do that.” Billy smirked.

“They say you’re gunning to take his place.”

“Actually I’m going for the title of god.” Billy leaned closer, his voice lowering. “Most of the girls already call me that anyway. Shouldn’t be too much of a stretch.”

“You mean most of the cows?” You opened your locker door so fast he barely had enough time to pull away before it smashed into his face. “Word travels fast, Mr. Tight Pants. I know who you’ve been fooling around with.” You began to absently paw through your locker. “Get the opinion of someone who actually has standards, then we’ll talk.”

“Yeah well, they say that you could be queen of the school if you weren’t such a freak.” Billy scoffed, waiting for you to respond, continuing at your silence. “Must be hard, wanting to get with Steve and him going off with a little miss prim and proper which you clearly can never be.”

“Get lost, Billy.” You breathed, gaze fixed on your locker.

“But getting under your skin is just so damn fun, baby. Are you Stevie’s little guard dog, defending his title? The king is dead,”

“Get away from me, I mean it!” You slammed the locker door so hard it banged shut and flew back open.

Billy caught it, brow furrowing. “Did I strike a nerve or something?”

You didn’t respond, fists clenching as you looked back at your locker. Billy followed your gaze, taking in the thing that had made you so upset. There, half-hidden among your books and jacket, was a piece of torn notebook paper. On it, scrawled in pencil, were the words ‘Tonight at nine’.

“Well, well, well,” Billy looked between you and the note. “You’re freakier than I thought.”

“Shit,” you grabbed your books and closed the locker, making sure it clicked into place this time.

“Hey, hold up,” Billy grabbed your arm before you walked away. “Are you bein’ blackmailed or somethin’?”

“And here I thought you were stupid.” You jerked away from him. “Leave me alone, idiot.”

Strangely, Billy obeyed, staring after you as you hurried to your next class.

# # # # #

“Let me go, Brandon, let go!” You squirmed and thrashed, desperate to get out of his hold. “I’m sick of this, I want out!”

“Aww, you’re so cute when you play hard to get.” Brandon released you, smirking as you fell to the ground. “Why’d you come if you don’t want it, baby?”

“I came to tell you I’m done, Brandon.” The leaves crunched under your hands as you tried to crawl backwards, never taking your eyes off him. “I’m done with the drinking, done with the parties, done with you!”

“Turning soft just like Steve, aren’t ya?” Brandon grabbed you by the front of your shirt and yanked you back up, grinning when the fabric ripped under his grip. “Too bad he’s not here, baby. Maybe he’d get some lessons on how to handle a girl like you.”

You gave a muffled cry as he smacked your face and jerked you around so that your back was pressed up against his chest. “We’re done, Brandon,” you clawed at his grip on your hips. “We’re done,”

“You’ll be screaming for me to keep you in a second.” Brandon pushed your hair aside and bit your neck, hard.

Your cries echoed through the woods, fighting to run in a place you had once met Brandon in for fun. It was dark and too cold for hunters to be out. No chance for anyone to hear you. Before this had been the reason you had chosen such a private spot in the woods. Now it was nothing but the biggest mistake in your life.

“Taste so good,” Brandon took a hand off your hip to wrap around your neck.

You took your chance, twisting around and punching him in the face.

“Shit!” Brandon released you and stumbled back with a hand to his nose.

You broke into a run, heart pounding in your ears louder than Brandon’s yelling. You headed for the road, dodging trees and jumping over roots and rocks. Just get to the road and find the car, you told yourself, forcing your panicked thoughts to focus even as you ran at breakneck speed. Get to the car, get to the car, get to the car.

You burst out onto the road and fell, knees throbbing painfully as you scraped yourself up from the gravel. This wasn’t where you had parked the car. Brandon was close behind, you could hear him crashing through the trees. The moon was bright but not bright enough. You looked around, trying to figure out which way to go. A car sounded in the distance, coming fast. You started towards the sound, only to scream as Brandon grabbed you from behind.

“I’m gonna kill you!” He whipped you around to face him and grabbed your hair, slapping you hard. “You broke my nose, you little freak! You’re dead!”

“Brandon, stop!” You raised your hands up, shielding yourself from his blows.

Car headlights shown on you both, causing Brandon to release you instantly. You stumbled away as the car you had heard in the distance now screeched to a stop in front of you both, headlights staying on as the driver stepped out and slammed the door behind him. “What the hell are you two doing?”

Your beating heart twisted into your stomach. It was Billy, his tall figure monstrous in the light of his car. Before you could think you were limping towards him, pretending that it wasn’t a bad idea, knowing that you had no other choice. You could see his face in the headlights, see his eyes slowly take you in. Your face was bleeding. Your clothes were ripped and covered in dirt and blood. Tears blurred your vision. Your body trembled.

Billy’s expression softened with surprise and something you hadn’t seen before. Something like pain. Then it hardened and he was pushing you behind him as he stepped between you and Brandon. “The hell did you do to her?”

“You know how it is, Bill.” Brandon shrugged as if his nose wasn’t dripping blood. “Dumb cows need training.”

“Well she’s mine now, so get lost.” Billy looked over his shoulder at you. “Get in the car.”

You blinked at him for a second but obeyed, looking at Brandon as you limped over to the passenger’s side and got in.

“That’s my girlfriend, Billy, you can’t just take her!”

“I can take whatever the hell I want, and you’re gonna stay out of my way!” Billy growled before turning away.

You watched as he slid back behind the wheel. “You’re gonna run him over.” You weren’t sure if it was a question or a statement.

“Damn right I will.” Billy gunned the engine and slammed down on the gas, giving a war whoop as Brandon just barely jumped out of the way.

You shivered and scrunched down in the seat, thoughts spinning so fast it made your head hurt. You were in Billy Hargrove’s car. This should not make you feel as safe as it did. Where was he taking you? Why had he been driving out in the middle of nowhere to begin with? Why was he alone? You pressed a hand to your head and made a small noise, looking to see your fingers covered in blood illuminated by the moonlight.

“Are you all right?” Billy’s voice sounded rusty, as if he was unused to asking such things. “Let me see.”

You tensed as he touched your chin, allowing him to shift your head so he could look you over.

“Jesus, he did a number on you.” Billy’s thumb brushed over your cheek before he pulled away, gaze flicking between you and the road. “I’m gonna kill him.”

“Not worth it.” You rubbed your hands together and shivered again. “But if anyone could get away with it, it’s you.”

Billy smirked at that, reaching over to crank up the heat and shift the vents towards you.

You looked at him, taking in his slicked back hair, his unbuttoned shirt, the smell of expensive cologne. “You’re going on a date.”

“Not anymore.” He glanced over at you. “We gotta get you cleaned up.”

# # # # #

“Come on,” Billy opened the hotel door and flipped on the light, stepping back so you could walk inside. “You’re all right, I promise.”

“You want me out when your date shows up?” You regarded the double bed before looking up at him.

“I’m gonna call her and tell her to beat it.” Billy shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto a chair. “You wanna shower or somethin’ while I go get the med kit? Maybe get something to eat, there’s a diner right down the-,”

“I’m not sleeping with you, Billy.” You hated the tremble in your voice as you said it, knowing full well that you were too weak to resist should he make a move.

“Eww, gross.” Billy grimaced. “And you say I’m the one with low standards? You’re not doing anything you don’t want to ever again, not with me or anyone else.” He pointed to the bathroom. “Now go shower.”

“What if I don’t want to?” You asked, giving him a look.

“That doesn’t apply to self-care shit.” Billy pulled his keys out of his pocket and left, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone.

# # # # #

The shower felt amazing. You kept making it hotter, hot enough to wash the dirt away, hot enough to burn the open wounds. So hot that you couldn’t think about the way Brandon grabbed you and pushed his body into yours. About the fact that you had been stupid enough to meet him in the first place. You hated him so much.

“I put some soap on the ledge.” Billy’s voice caused you to jump.

You peeked out around the shower curtain to see him close the door behind him, giving you the privacy you needed. Accepting the bottle, you couldn’t help but smirk as you realized it was Billy’s personal soap. Of course he would have soap, and everything else needed for a sexy overnight. The silky suds filled the room with a warm, fresh, musky scent. You slipped your hands over your skin, enveloping yourself with him, pretending it didn’t make you feel safe. That the scent of the man you had despised from day one was calming your racing thoughts.

# # # # #

You walked out dressed in Billy’s shirt and a pair of his sweatpants, trying not to limp when he looked up at you. “Thank you. For the soap.”

“Not a problem, sweetheart.” Billy smirked as he looked you over. “You, uh, you look good.”

You looked down. “Thanks.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Here, come sit down.” Billy moved the first aid kit he had been sifting through and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Why do you have a med kit?” You did as he asked, easing your aching body down with your back resting against the headboard.

“Susan wanted me to have one in case Max fell off her skateboard.” Billy noted the way you flinched when you moved your legs up onto the bed.

“Smart of her.” You watched as he tore open a packet of antiseptic wipes with his teeth.

Billy grimaced. “Pretty much the only smart thing she’s done.” He moved to sit on the edge of bed next to you, gaze focused on your cut lip. “Hold still.”

“What do you mean?” You cringed as the wipe touched your cut, fingers curling into fists in your lap.

“Easy,” Billy’s voice was soft, softer than you ever thought possible. “Well, she married my dad, and that was dumb. She moved us from Cally, also dumb. There’s a whole list.”

“That’s why you’re mad at everyone.” You watched as he finished with your lip and got another wipe.

“What’re you, some kind of shrink?” Billy scoffed and pressed the wipe to the cut on your cheek. “What’s up with you, dating scum like Brandon?”

“Wasn’t always like this,” you hissed at the pain.

“Almost done.” Billy’s hand pressed over your fists, his ring cool against your skin still hot from the shower.

You didn’t push him away. “It was fine starting out. Then he started pushing, asking for things I didn’t want to do,” Your throat tightened as the events of the evening flashed through your thoughts. “Not as bad as tonight.”

“What was different about tonight?”

“I broke up with him, like the idiot I am.” Your gaze fell to hide tears gathering in your eyes.

“Hey, he’s the idiot here.” Billy squeezed your hands before pulling away to get a band-aid. “And it’s over now, you’re gonna be done with him.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Mr. Tight Pants.” You gave him a look.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Billy tucked your hair behind your ear and held your head still as he pressed the band-aid over the cut. “We’re dating now.”

“What the-,” you cut yourself off with a hiss of pain.

“I’m done, it’s okay, I’m done now.” Billy caught your hand as you reached up to touch the band-aid. “Don’t mess with it.”

“I’m not dating you, I can’t.”

“Mmhmm, yeah you are.” His attention averted down to your knuckles, thumb brushing over the bruises starting to form from where you punched Brandon.

“Why?”

“Gotta keep an eye on you.” Billy’s eyes met yours as he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. “If you want me to.” Another soft kiss. “I’m not gonna force you to do anything.” Kiss. “Your choice, angel.”

God that made your heart stutter. You looked down, heat flooding your face. No wonder he had charmed so many girls into one-night stands that they talked about for days. But this, what he was implying, sounded long term. It sounded like a relationship, one that felt safe and warm and what the hell was this man doing to you?

“Look at that,” Billy was smirking proudly. “The freak is speechless.”

“You can’t call me a freak if we’re dating, Billy.” You looked up at him.

“Don’t call me Mr. Tight Pants and I’ll think about it, baby.” Billy’s hand moved down to rest on your leg, expression softening once more. “How’re your knees?”

“I got most of the dirt out in the shower.” You bit your lip, careful to avoid the cut. “I think…I think my ankle is twisted or sprained or something.”

“I’ll look at it, angel, don’t worry.” Billy slowly pushed the fabric of the sweatpants up to reveal your bruised and bloodied leg. “I’ll take care of it.”

“I don’t…Never had anyone say that before.”

“Oh yeah?” Billy grinned. “Well get used to it.”

# # # # #

“Hey, angel.”

You looked up as Billy leaned against the locker next to you, smirking as he looked you up and down. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Better.” You nodded, glancing around at the people watching you as you closed your locker. “Brandon’s been talking, telling people I’m a…I’m a,”

“Don’t worry about it.” Billy pulled you close and draped an arm around your shoulders. “Brady and I’ve got a little hangout planned for after school. He’ll make sure to set everyone straight.”

“You’re not going to kill him?” You started to walk to class with Billy beside you.

“Do you want me to, princess?” Billy looked down at you, smiling as you bit your lip and took a second to decide. “Nah, I won’t. A little freak I know told me he isn’t worth it.”

“God you have got to stop calling me that, baby.”

Billy chuckled. “Love it when you call me that.”

You came to the doorway to your class and stopped. Billy wasted no time in leaning down to kiss you right in front of everyone. “See you later?”

You nodded with a smile. “See you later.”

Billy was grinning like a fool as he walked away, you and several other girls in the hall staring after him.

“I can’t believe it.” A blonde girl looked between you and Billy. “You? Billy chose you? What do you have that makes you so special?”

You shrugged. “You know what they say, Delores. I’m just a freak.”

And with that you turned on your heel and walked into the classroom with a smile on your face.

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desert-fern · 10 days

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Pairing: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace X Fem!Reader

Summary: SWAT Officer Natasha Trace has a problem. Her new neighbour. One could even say she has a crush, but that can’t be true, could it? When you introduce yourself after a hard day AND you bring muffins, how could Natasha not constantly have you on her mind?

Warnings: mention of guns in the beginning, physical fight, bruising, Natasha is very gay (so is the reader tbh), cuddles, kissing

Word Count: 7.6k (because when it comes to Nat, nothing is brief)

A/N: Hello all. It’s only fitting that the first thing I post after a long hiatus is a Phoenix oneshot, since my first work on here was also a oneshot for her. I wrote this with encouragement from @/sylviebell, and it is dedicated to her in part. Enjoy!

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“Nix, rabbit coming your way!”

Natasha vaulted over the deck railing, landing in crouch as she cut off the path of the suspect racing towards her, Jake hot on his tail, but still a ways behind. The man’s eyes widened as he went to duck by her, his whole body primed to jump out of the way if she made a move to catch him. She knew she didn’t look like a threat to this man, who seemed to be wider than he was tall, 6 feet of pure shit for brains, and more bullets in the gun he held than added up to his IQ.

“What’re the pigs doing sending a sweet little thing like you after me, huh?” His sneer was oily, the very expression would have made her skin crawl if adrenaline hadn’t been pumping through her veins. “C’mon baby, let me by and I don’t have to hurt you.”

The Glock in his hand was hanging loosely by his side, but Natasha didn’t move, standing in front of him, her finger millimeters away from her rifle’s trigger. “Not today, Harrison.”

“What a shame.” Harrison lunged forwards, his weapon raised, but she was faster. One gloved hand dropped her rifle, the other closed around his wrist, slamming it back into a two by four running along the length of the fence beside them. “You fucking whore!”

A fist slammed into her side, forcing a winded grunt to escape her as she slammed his arm back into the fence, the Glock slipping from his grip and landing between them. His eyes darted down, ripping his arm free and swung at her, making for his weapon, but a swift kick to his knee had him sprawling out on the ground.

Natasha pounced on him, a knee dug deep into the small of his back as she wrestled his arm behind him. His other hand stretched out in front of him, scratching at the dirt while trying to snatch the gun off the ground.

She pulled his arm back harder, glancing up to see if any of her team was nearby, but nothing. Harrison took that moment to buck up, his head snapping back and bouncing off her helmet and Nat reeled back, her eyes watering.

Harrison used her loosened grip to pull his arm free and get up, but he was cowed when Nat pulled her side arm, placing the barrel against the back of his neck. “Don’t fucking move.”

Jake chose that moment to show up, his rifle drawn as he saw his teammate perched on the back of their suspect, her pistol to his head. “Damn Nix,” he whistled.

“Shut up and help me?”

“Yes ma’am.”

If she had a hand free, she would have flipped him off, but instead, she watched him press his radio, calling in a Code 4, all suspects in custody. “Hands behind your back, Harrison. Let’s go.”

Jake’s rifle came into view, pointed down at the man underneath Natasha, daring him to try anything. Fortunately, he didn’t and once the zip ties were secured, she hauled him to his feet, frog marching him out of the backyard and down the sidewalk. She passed him off to a uni, keeping a sharp eye on the man while the cuffs replaced her zip ties, and Natasha couldn’t help but grin a little when Harrison glowered at her through the back window of the police cruiser.

“Nix. Nice takedown,” Coyote said, clapping her shoulder. “Glad we got at least one of those bastards, Rooster and I both had to drop ours. Then Seresin booked it after that shithead and you were gone.”

She scoffed, a sharp grin taking over her expression. “You think I’m gonna let him get the collar? In your dream, Yote.”

“Gotta show us all up, huh?”

“As the only woman here, fuck yeah I do.” Natasha Trace. 24-David. Phoenix. No matter what they called her, she remained the only woman on LAPD SWAT, shattering the expectations of the old guard who had condemned the mere idea of her presence in SWAT Academy.

“Be the best,” her former partner had told her. “That way they can’t ignore you. Prove them all wrong.” And prove them wrong, she did. Five years later, she remained on 20 Squad, but she was still the only woman in the black tactical gear. The only one standing shoulder to shoulder with a whole room of men, some of whom had wanted her gone.

The six person team of herself, Seresin, Rooster, Coyote, Micks, and the infamous 20-David himself, an older cop known only as Mav, had been hunting down a gang of white supremacists with the goal of attacking a number of Jewish synagogues in the hopes of burning them to the ground. James Harrison had been the second in command to the shot-caller, Morgan Whitmore.

Whitmore and his crew had trashed two synagogues already, having intentionally killed a number of people who tried to escape, and was now intent on disappearing underground with the rest of his so-called vigilante group, The True Bloods. With Harrison in custody, all they had to do now was lean on him, drop the blame for everything solidly on him and watch him scramble to deny everything.

“Roos! Whitmore!” Natasha yelled, pointing to a tall, scrawny, bald man about a hundred feet off from where they stood in the middle of a swarm of flashing lights.

She took off after him, her boots slapping against the pavement and her rifle bouncing against her thighs with every step she took. “Give it up, man!” Natasha heard Rooster yell. “You’re trapped.”

“That’s what you think, you k-” Whitmore shouted back, getting cut off as Nat barreled into him from the side, having snuck through a gate and tackled him to the ground with a grunt.

“Watch your damn mouth, asshole,” she spat, cuffing him and if she pulled the ties a little tighter than usual, no one would know aside from her.

Her teammate hauled Whitmore to his feet, rolling out his shoulders as he did. The same blue-black uniform she wore clung tight to him, it did to all of them. Builds hidden underneath the bulk of their vests and adorned with keepers full of everything they could possibly need for a job. Thigh holsters held Kimber Custom TLE pistols close to their bodies, ready at a moment if the rifles slung across their chests didn’t do the job.

It was hard not to feel like a badass when kitted out like they were. “Got him,” Bradley chirped, shoving the bald man forwards. He was caught by Mav, who led him over to the remaining squad car, shoving him into the backseat with little ceremony.

“Nice takedown, Nix.”

“Thanks. Asshole never saw me coming, then boom! I rode him to the ground like the world’s shittiest surfboard.”

Mickey laughed, the sound bouncing off the houses lining the street. “I’m sorry I missed it, you shouted and then you were just gone. Half the unis nearly took off after you before Mav told them to stand down.” He’d pulled his helmet off, dark curls sticking up at all angles before he raked a gloved hand through them. “Yote was talking about grabbing drinks after this, you in?”

Natasha shook her head, unbuckling her helmet with one hand. “Nah, I just want to go home and not think about things,” she replied. “Thanks though.”

Honestly, she was done with today. Natasha just wanted to go home and rebinge Brooklyn 99 while shoveling spring rolls into her face while in her sweatpants, and hopefully she came home just in time to catch sight of her new neighbour.

“You talk to her yet?”

“No.”

“C’mon Nix. Hot neighbor isn’t just gonna pop over and say something if you don’t make that jump,” Mickey reasoned, keeping his voice low.

An arm slung itself over her and Mickey’s shoulder, Jake dropping his weight onto them both. “Whatcha whispering about?” He had dropped his own voice to a stage whisper while still speaking loud enough to catch the attention of the rest of the squad. “Hot girls?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Eyes immediately turned to scrutinize her and Natasha’s cheeks flushed. “So there is a hot girl!”

Walking back to the armoured truck, dubbed Black Betty by most of the SWAT teams, Natasha had to endure comment after comment related to her love life, or lack thereof. “What’s she like?” Coyote pressed, sliding into the back of the van.

Natasha stayed silent, hoping Mickey would too, but no such luck befell her. “She hasn’t talked to her yet.”

“What?” Rooster asked from the driver seat. “How haven’t you said anything?”

“Because Chicken, it’s different for me than it is for you. I don’t even know if she likes girls.” Her face was hot and she was staring at her boots with such an intensity it was a miracle they hadn’t burst into flame. “And I can’t just do what you do. If you can even call that flirting.”

Jake bumped her shoulder. “Chin up. If she is into chicks, she’ll go for you.”

Rolling her eyes, Natasha slumped back against the wall of the vehicle, grabbing onto the bar above her head so she didn’t go flying across the back. “You don’t know that.”

“No we don’t,” Mav spoke up, his eyes kind. “But if she’s made you, the most cynical person on this team, crack her shell a little, she has to be special.”

Letting Maverick’s words settle in the air, Natasha thought back to the last time she had seen you. You had come through the door like a hurricane had made a home in your veins, whirling and barely taking a moment to stop and breathe. She’d been on her way out of the building, but paused when she saw the determination in your eyes and the large box in front of you. Natasha had watched you haul the box into the elevator, your arms flexing as you carried it past her.

It had taken everything in her not to run after you and offer help, especially when she had caught sight of the way your legs looked in the black athletic leggings that were marked by what she had assumed was flour.

That was three weeks ago and she hadn’t laid eyes on you since, even if the two of you lived right next door to one another.

Maybe she would be lucky tonight.

===

Little did Natasha know, you were thinking the same thing as you boxed up the last of the treats from your bakery.

You had seen her for the first time while moving in four months ago and it had taken everything in you not to drop the box you were carrying past her. You knew she was staring at you and it filled you with a giddiness that had you squealing to yourself when you finally made it upstairs with the last box of books. The woman next door didn’t seem to do much, shifting from work to home and back again, dressed in a tight black tee and tactical pants that hugged her thighs in a way that had you drooling when she passed you in the hall, offering a tight smile.

Three weeks ago though? She had grabbed the door for you to haul the new nightstand you had just bought through the entryway and into the elevator, you hadn’t even had the time to say hi.

But from the little you saw of her, the only things you knew were that she worked for SWAT, she liked spring rolls and cherry ice cream, she listened to all sorts of music, but had a preference for rock and punk, and she was up at nearly all hours, seeming to have no schedule to what you assumed were her days off. You didn’t even know her name, but you had heard a shorter man with dark curls call her Nix once.

She didn’t need to know that you called her that in your head whenever you did see her, lost in her own world, earbuds blasting something you couldn’t make out.

But you had steeled yourself and spent an hour past closing decorating a box you were going to fill up with some leftover treats that hadn’t sold in time. If she didn’t like them, maybe she could bring them to her team and hopefully you didn’t just shoot yourself in the foot when it came to your very attractive neighbour.

===

Natasha heaved herself out of her car, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and made for the glass doors of her building. Her body may have ached like she had been thrown down a set of stairs, but she still kept her eyes out for your blue car, finding it parked in its usual spot.

You were home, but she had likely missed you on her way to grab the spring roll wrappers.

“Fuck.”

Natasha wasn’t a creep. She wasn’t, but after the day she had, the bruise creeping down her forehead from the headbutt earlier, she could do with the soft smile you always gave her when she saw you.

It made everything better, okay? And so did the way you always smelt like cinnamon, the scent stuck in your hair.

But she would have to wait for another day, Natasha thought, as she dragged herself up the steps to her apartment. You were home and doing your own things, why waste time dwelling on a situation she had no control over? Even if butterflies erupted in her gut at the mere thought of you waving to her, smiling like you did.

Nah.

Dwelling on it wasn’t a good idea, that would only end in disappointment.

Her keys rattled against the wood, the clinking accompanying the crinkling of the plastic bag she held. Finally, her door was open and Natasha slipped inside, leaning back against her closed door as she could finally try and relax from the chaos that had governed her day.

Boots tumbled over one another as she tossed them against the shoe rack and her backpack and sweater were abandoned on the chair by her entryway. She would deal with them later, right now she needed food and Natasha had never been more thankful to her past self who had prepared the spring roll filling how her best friend’s grandmother had taught her and left it to sit while she was at work.

Now all she had to do was assemble and fry them, maybe bake them if she wasn’t feeling up to the task of dealing with hot oil. They wouldn’t be the same if she baked them, but it meant a lot less effort and more time spent sinking into her couch cushions.

So she did just that; each roll getting placed on a tray until it was full. Then into the oven and Natasha dropped her dishes in the sink, grimacing at the clattering sound before traipsing off to change out of her work clothes and into a tank top and the softest pair of sweats she owned.

Natasha had just sat down, pulled her blanket off the floor and onto her lap when a tentative knock sounded from the door. Great. She was really hoping it wasn’t her team, her head hurt and the last thing she needed was to contend with Rooster and his monster appetite.

She refused to share her food with him anymore, given how much he ate. That was a mistake she only made once.

Pulling herself from the couch with a groan, Natasha padded over to the door, stealing a glance through the peephole to find… you. What were you doing at her door?

Her body seemed to lock up, completely paralyzed at the thought as to why you were outside. Why now? And more importantly, what was in the box you were holding? Mickey and the boys would never let her live it down if she didn’t answer the door. Hell, she didn’t think she would forgive herself if she didn’t talk to you face to face.

But she was still frozen behind her door, your shifting posture happening in front of her unblinking eyes. It was when you sighed and brought your hand up to knock again that something knocked loose in her mind and Natasha cracked her door open right before you made contact. “Umm… hi?”

In your mind, you were whooping and hollering, but on the outside, you gave her a small smile. “Hey, I uh… I live next door and I know we haven’t actually met in person yet, but I wanted to bring these over to you.” You held the blue box out in front of you, eyes darting between the white ribbon holding the lid on and her curious expression.

“Oh, thank you,” Natasha said, a smidgen of caution lacing her tone. She opened the door wider, stepping fully into your view, her hands out to take the box from you. “What are they?”

You let out an awkward laugh, passing over the box. “Oh, right. Sorry. I own a bakery and I don’t usually have treats left over at the end of the day, but I had more than I could eat on my own so I figured I would bring them over.” You were rambling, having been struck dumb by her in a tank top, biceps defined in a way that you knew there was strength in her. “A few muffins and some other pastries.”

“Any blueberry ones?” Natasha was grinning at your flushed cheeks, finding your apparent nervousness adorable as you fiddled with the belt loop on your tight jeans.

“Actually yes.”

Giving you a smile of her own, Nat pulled the ribbon free of its bow and the smell of baked goods filled the air between you both, making her inhale deeply and let out a groan. “How you have anything left over at the end of the day when these smell like this, doesn’t make sense,” she mumbled, peering into the now open box.

While she searched through the box for the blueberry muffins, you stood ramrod straight, trying to ignore your reaction to the groan she had let out. The black tank top and gray joggers were bad enough, but add in a sound like the one that had slipped from her mouth? God, this was one of those moments where it was both a blessing and a curse that you found women attractive.

“I’m sorry. I should have introduced myself, Natasha,” she said, swapping the box to her left hand so she could offer her right to shake yours.

Natasha. God, even her name was pretty. Focusing your thoughts, you took her hand and introduced yourself, immediately priding yourself on not freaking out over the calluses on her palms and the small ridges of scars.

You fell into a natural silence, neither one of you sure on what to say next. “So…”

“I uh..”

“Sorry, you go first,” you told Natasha with a nervous laugh.

She was staring intently at the box in her hand, a blush creeping up her neck. The curiosity in your eyes combined with the warmth of your expression, and the tight jeans that cling to your legs had all rational thoughts escaping her mind. Natasha just wanted to drag you inside and never let you leave, but the logical part of her brain reminded her that as an LAPD officer, that was kidnapping and it was illegal. “Just uh… thank you for these. Really needed them today.”

The shy smile turned into a beaming one, the butterflies in your stomach coming back in full force. “You’re so welcome, Natasha. Happy to bring some joy to one of LAPD’s finest.” There was an inflection on your tone that you hadn’t intended but you couldn’t lie and say that watching the blush spread higher up over her cheeks wasn’t satisfying. “I’ll get out of your hair, have a good night.”

You stepped back, scanning over her face one more time, this time your eyes caught on the growing purple bruise halfway down her forehead. “Oh my god! What happened? Are you okay?” You knew concern flooded your once gentle expression, a sudden change from a heart beat earlier.

Natasha chuckled a little. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just a job-related thing. I’m all good,” she replied, waving off your concern. Yet deep down, she was preening under your attention, relishing the fact that she had caught your eye, even if it was mostly from an injury that seemed to throb in time with her rapidly beating heart.

“Can I ask what happened?” Your voice was quiet, very curious but not wanting to overstep. “Completely fine if not, but that looks like it hurts.”

She opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the oven timer going off. “Ummm…”

“All good. I’ll let you go get that,” you reassured her with a smile. “Hopefully that heals up soon. Have a good night, Natasha.” You turned away, hoping she didn’t catch the dejected look on your face. A part of you wanted to turn back and hope she invited you in, but a larger part of you was wary.

You never wanted to intrude, a leftover piece of your childhood that would never be fully left in the past. Especially now.

But as you disappeared into your apartment, you didn’t catch the pained look on the SWAT officer’s face, who now felt worse than before. She had been this close to inviting you in, a second more and Natasha would have dragged you inside, content to spill her heart at your feet in order to have you stay just a moment longer.

Natasha closed her door, the bit of muffin she’d eaten turning to sand in her mouth. She had your name now and the name of your bakery if the pastry box was any clue, and she vowed on the now aching part of her heart that she would talk to you again.

===

Three days later, Natasha still hadn’t seen you around the building. She hoped you weren’t avoiding her, but at this point, she didn’t care.

Mickey and one of the guys from 50-Squad, Bob, had teased the everloving crap out of her when she finally came clean about talking to you. They were immediately planning a trip to your bakery so they could try and catch a glimpse of you, but were overheard by the rest of her team who then wanted in, and now here she was, standing outside of your storefront with six hungry and nosy SWAT guys.

“It’s cute,” Jake said absentmindedly. “Wonder if it’s as cute as its owner.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes, smacking Jake. Hard. “Fucking enough Seresin.”

“Jeez Nix, okay.” He backed away from her, his hands up in a placating manner. Coyote backed up too, a teasing look in his eyes that were fixed on Natasha. “Was just kidding.”

There was a stormy look on her face, a thunderstorm swirling through her eyes, while normally severe, had become downright terrifying. Deep down though, Natasha’s heart was pounding in her chest like she was chasing down a suspect, her hands were clammy, and while she would never say it out loud, she was tempted to just get back in the car and drive off.

She hadn’t even been to your bakery alone before and now she had somehow dragged six loveable dumbasses along for the ride.

What was she thinking?

“Okay, I’m going in. Alone.” The men around her started to protest, but Natasha cut them off with a glare. “What do you want?”

Her team started talking over one another, all seeming to jostle in place in order to be heard. Bob and Mickey sidled up to Natasha, each making note of someone else’s order, offering to come inside with her in low tones of voice.

From inside the bakery, you had been restocking muffins when three gray cars pulled up, out stepping seven people all dressed in black tactical pants and thick black boots. You peeked over the display case to try and catch a glimpse of who was coming inside, much like you always did. But the hard stare of a shorter person made your heart skip in its usually steady rhythm.

Natasha had come by.

Closing your eyes, you tried to steady yourself. Your hands fisted your apron so tight as you steeled yourself for the door to swing open and reveal the woman you had practically been drooling over days earlier, but it never came.

Instead, you heard voices arguing on the sidewalk in front of the door, quippy, teasing remarks being flung back and forth.

“What the hell is that about?”

“No clue, Anya. I’m about to go tell them off, though.”

Anya, one of the few employees you had, laughed. “I don’t know. I mean, look. Ms. Jane’s baby boy is fascinated by the voices.”

“Maybe so, but Ms. Jane will not be impressed at the swearing.” You were right, the auburn haired woman sitting in the far corner of your bakery was glaring at the door like her expression alone could silence the ‘crass language,’ as she called it.

Clearly, she had never heard you slam your hip into the counter.

“Stay here, the last batch of muffins should be done in less than two minutes. I’m going to go give the loudmouths outside crap.” You rounded the counter, gesturing to the back room as you headed for the door.

You swung it open, nearly clipping the arm of a man nearly a foot taller than you. “Excuse me, if you are going to have an argument, can you please not have it five feet away from my front door? You’re driving off my customers.”

Heads turned to face you, all of them having the decency to look a little chastised. But you weren’t looking at them. Your eyes had fallen on Natasha, who stood nearly hidden behind a blonde, her eyes downcast with a bright blush crawling up to the tips of her ears. “Sorry, we were just trying to figure out which one of us was going to go in. Just so we didn’t take up the whole place,” explained the shortest man with curly black hair. He was the man you had seen your neighbour walking with in the early days of you moving into your new place.

“Completely okay if you all come in,” you reassured him with a smile. “Just keep the swearing to a minimum and your voices lower, officers.” You ducked back inside, practically running back behind the counter, giving Anya a wide eyed look.

“What happened?”

“They’re hot!” You hissed in a whisper. “Like model-on-a-magazine-cover level hot, Anya! And I just invited all of them in!”

Anya gave you a sympathetic look, a laugh escaping her. “God bless and fucking curse your bisexual ass, huh?”

You didn’t respond, choosing to make a series of frantic gestures that definitely made you look crazy, but you couldn’t find it within you to care. The door swung open, the little bell making a tinkling noise that had you abruptly putting your hands down and mumbling something about the muffins being done.

In the back room, you leaned against the wall, cursing your awkwardness. “It’s just some very attractive SWAT officers. They can’t hurt you,” you paused, catching the wording of your quiet rambling. “No, they could definitely hurt you, but they won’t. They have no reason to do so.”

A few moments passed and you could hear Anya chatting with a few of the people who had followed Natasha inside. You hadn’t been avoiding her, okay, maybe a little. But that was only because you had been crazy busy on your feet all day and you just wanted to lie down.

Not because you didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of probably one of the most attractive women you had ever seen.

Not at all.

Who were you kidding? “C’mon, woman up. You have a few more muffins to bring out to the front, have a chat with the customers of your bakery, dumbass. Then you can come back and hide.” Pep talk aside, you knew that you couldn’t stay back here forever.

So you grabbed the tray Anya had pulled out of the oven and carried it up to the front, plastering a smile on your face. “Excuse me, Anya.”

Ducking down, you pulled open the case and started adding your freshly baked muffins to the few that remained. “What are these ones?” A voice asked, startling you. “Sorry.”

A glance up told you that the curly haired man was talking to you. “Oh umm… brown sugar cinnamon. It’s like a cinnamon bun, but in muffin form.”

“Interesting… I’ll grab one of them to try.” His eyes seemed far more knowledgeable about who you were than he was letting on. “I’m Mickey.”

“Nice to meet one of Natasha’s coworkers,” you replied, slipping a muffin into a paper bag.

Mickey gave you a curious look. “Did she talk about us?”

You shook your head as you rang him up. “No, but it isn’t hard to put the pieces together when you all come in here together and you have come by the building every now and then.”

“I guess it isn’t,” he mused, tapping his card. “Nice to meet you too. It’s not everyday that we get to watch Nat fall over her feet because she finds someone attractive.” Mickey stepped away with a wink, his muffin in his hand as he and the other SWAT officers left, Anya having helped those of them who had wanted a treat.

The door shut behind him, Natasha giving you a shy wave as she left, which you returned. But a few minutes after they had pulled away, you were still standing there behind the counter in near shock. “She finds me attractive?”

===

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Natasha. She had seen you a few times while her team was at your bakery, overheard what Mickey had said to you (she had slapped him a few times after they left), and now, at the end of her day, her drive home was full of mental snapshots of you and the words of your coworker “God bless and fucking curse your bisexual ass, huh?”

Huh indeed.

Your car wasn’t in its usual place when she pulled in. Probably working late.

Oh well. After a day like today, all Natasha wanted to do was lie down and maybe, just maybe, she would catch a glimpse of you.

Her steps up to her apartment were labored, her ribs aching with each footfall jostling her, and the bruising under her shirt was enough to make even the most hardened officers SWAT had cringe in sympathy.

As she opened the door to the hallway, the elevator doors slid open to reveal you bundled up in a massive sweater. You spotted her and nearly dropped the bag in your hand in your hurry to grab the door and help Natasha forwards. “Are you okay?”

“I will be,” she ground out through clenched teeth. “Just have to get some pain meds into me and I’ll be fine, Gorgeous.” Natasha didn’t even notice that the pet name slipped out, too busy trying not to overly focus on the feel of your hands against her hip as you helped her down the hall.

Your brain stuttered to a halt, risking a sideways glance at Natasha who didn’t seem to blink at the name she had just called you. She stopped in front of her door, trying to dig her hand into her jacket pocket but grunting from the pain. “Can you…”

Her body had frozen as stiff as could be. You weren’t a medical professional by any means but you knew for a fact that Natasha was hurting badly. “Yeah, here.” You stuck your other hand into her pocket, plucking the keys out as deftly as you could, grinning a little at the little LEGO police officer keychain that swayed from the movement. “There you go,” you mumbled, pushing the door open with your foot, leading Natasha inside.

She kicked her shoes off, slowly making her way to the couch while you stood aimlessly in the front entryway, looking unsure and a little out of place in the sparse but colourful apartment.

The woman in front of you sank into the cushions of the black couch, pulled a blanket so vibrant it nearly glowed off the back of it and tried, yet failed, to throw it over her feet, her muscles seizing and making her stop as suddenly as she had started. “Hey, hey,” you said softly, padding across the floor and rearranging the blanket over her legs. “I’m going to grab you some water and maybe something to eat and then I’ll get out of your hair, okay? Just… don’t hurt yourself.”

Natasha looked hesitantly up at you, eyes moving from the blanket you still held to the concern in your eyes. “Or…”

An eyebrow raised curiously, your expression so puppy-like that Natasha huffed a laugh that quickly turned into a groan. “Or what?”

“Or you could stay here for a bit? Keep me company?”

Her words were so quiet you nearly missed them. Stunned into silence, all you could do was blink at her, the questions hanging in the air tinged golden by the setting sun. It was an offer that glittered like the gossamer threads of a spider web, something so delicate that a simple movement could shatter it beyond repair.

Your gaze flitted over her face, trying to discern if this was a joke. Mickey knew your feelings for her, had parsed them out as easily as you could breathe, as easily as kneading dough. Had he said something?

But maybe, maybe Natasha felt the same electricity under her skin when your eyes met. Felt the pull towards you despite barely knowing who you were. Maybe there was a chance and all you had to do was jump.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t hurt yourself anymore than you already have,” you teased, trying to will away the blush that seemed to explode over your cheeks. “I can’t have the very pretty badass next door falling off the couch trying to reach the remote, now can I?”

Now it was Natasha’s turn to blush, her ears erupted with a bright scarlet so suddenly it felt like they had been set alight with how warm her body seemed to get under your grin. Nearly preening but also suddenly shy, a conflict in emotions that sent nerves to chase away the giddy butterflies that had made their home in her stomach. “Awesome,” she said lamely, cringing at how awkward she sounded, even to her own ears.

Biting back your smile, you chose to spread out the blanket over her lap, brushing a hand over her bare arm before moving towards the kitchen. You busied yourself with finding a cup, filling it with water and quietly humming as you waited for it to fill, losing yourself in your thoughts until the water rushing over your hand pulled you free from the daydream.

The cup clinked against the coaster and you turned to see Natasha watching you over the top of her phone. “Did you want to change into something else before you get too comfortable?”

A barely-there nod came from the SWAT officer who had seemingly lost her voice. “Ye- Yeah. Please.” There were a million thoughts racing through her head, none of them appropriate for this scenario, but they remained there. They were proof that it wasn’t just an emotional attraction, but you, sweet, kind, gentle you, wouldn’t act on anything while she could barely bend over to pick something up on her own.

You bent forwards, letting her rest her arms on you before slowly helping her stand, nearly stopping when she groaned, but the breathless sound of her voice had you continue on, your own face heating as the soft noise registered. “Where’s your room?” You had asked softly, shuffling your socked feet over the hardwood as Natasha moved slowly towards the hall.

In her room, you left her half sitting against her bed while you pulled open the drawer she indicated to find so many pairs of sweatpants they caught on the lip of the drawer above. “Any preference?”

Natasha shook her head, slowly busying herself with taking off her shirt. The compression material clung to her, forcing her to look in your direction with a silent plea.

It took nothing for you to oblige, rising to your feet and standing between her legs, eyes seeking permission to touch her. Another gentle nod and you moved slowly, pulling the shirt away from her good side and Natasha slipped her arm out.

In a few short moves, the black compression shirt was replaced by a soft cream sweatshirt and Natasha hadn’t stopped staring at you, so engrossed in the task that it never seemed sexual. If anything, the gentle motions of your hands, the soft touches felt like you were offering her a comfort she had seemingly gone too long without experiencing them.

Leggings were swiftly changed into sweatpants, your positions switching as she now stood over you while you drew the material up and let Natasha finish the rest, your back turned to her, offering a sense of privacy that was still reassuring.

You deposited her back on the couch, mumbling something about changing out of your work clothes before crossing the room and slipping out the door. Unlocking your door, you all but ran into your room, your cheeks flushing with heat.

Why had you offered to help her change? You hadn’t been able to meet her gaze after the initial check for permission, your eyes darting everywhere aside from her face. They fell on the bruise, the image sticking with you even after you had covered it with her sweater, dunking you under cold water the moment your mind started to wander into less savory territory.

What happened to cause that? To be fair, you didn’t know much about what SWAT did, but a bruise that large, practically turning the smooth expanse of her torso black and blue, wasn't normal.

Unless it was?

Either way, you knew that you had to calm your flustered brain down. Obsessing over the muscle you had felt under your touch, the heat of her skin… Fucking hell.

Yeah, no. Bad brain.

So you flexed your hands, grabbed a pillow and pressed it to your face, screaming into it in a last ditch attempt to clear your mind. Then you changed into the shorts you wore to bed, a pair of grey sweats and a white tank top, before snatching up your slippers and shuffling next door.

A timid knock was met with a voice telling you to come in, and you opened the door to find Natasha halfway off the couch, the remote in her hand. “I can explain,” she rushed out, looking ashamed at having been caught.

You blinked at her, frozen in place, your brain having not yet caught up to what you were seeing. “Why didn’t you just wait for me to come back?”

“Because I feel bad that the first time you’re over here, I’m basically immobile and you have to help me with things,” she explained, picking at her sweater. “And…” Natasha exhaled, shrugging her non-injured shoulder.

Her unfinished sentence hung in the air between you both, a delicate thing nestled in uncertainty and fear.

“And what?”

Natasha gave you a weak smile, finally letting her eyes meet yours. “And, I think you’re pretty cool and I want to get to know you better.”

Oh.

Oh! Eyes wide, you took a hesitant step forward and for the third time today, you had to be brave and take the leap. “Natasha…” you said softly, fearful that the stillness around you would shatter if you dared speak too loud, dared to move too fast.

But that’s what this had been, hadn’t it? Daring? You had dared to bring those treats over a week ago. Dared to give her a wave and smile every time you passed her by, and in a way, you had dared to open your heart up, risking rejection and scorn, from the woman now shuffling awkwardly on the couch before your incredulous look.

“Or, I mean…”

“No,” you cut her off, moving toward the couch and her semi-reclined form. Brown eyes tracked your movements with curiosity, the SWAT officer now alert with the sight of your determination doing its best to protect your vulnerable heart. “Don’t take it back.”

Natasha paused, her next words on the tip of her tongue. You stood in front of her, an unreadable expression on your face, and she felt exposed. Stripped down to the deepest darkest thoughts in her heart and soul, you were winding your way past every haphazard barricade she attempted to throw up to protect herself and that terrified her.

She so desperately wanted to know everything about you, what made you tick, what made you laugh so loudly she could hear you through the shared wall, all of it. She found herself wanting to see the look on her team’s face when she introduced you, wanting to know what made you you.

Natasha Trace, the skeptic, the cynic, the one who never progressed past the second date because ‘what was the point?’ had somehow, inexplicably found someone that made her want to try.

You were closer now, standing between her knees watching her with an intensity that nearly stole her breath. “Be brave,” she thought distractedly.

“Natasha…” you nearly whispered. “I want that too.” You watched her eyes fall shut, relief seeming to wash over her as she drew a shaky breath, her fidgeting hands stilling as pressed a warm palm on your hip.

Her touch seemed to burn through your pants, through skin and muscle, right down to the bone, branding you. “I didn’t…” she trailed off, glancing up at you, her heart in her throat. “I didn’t think that…”

The words left unspoken seemed to echo in the sudden stillness filling her apartment. Neither of you had dared to dream about what might happen if the other expressed interest, instead you had longed in silence, in fear of ruining a slowly growing friendship and if you could be together, at least you had the other, right?

It all happened at once, Natasha’s other hand grasped your hips, drawing you forward until your knees bumped the couch between her spread legs and your breath caught. In a sudden display of strength, despite her injury, Natasha pulled you onto the couch, settling you astride her lap, your hands finding the soft material of the sweater you had helped her with barely 20 minutes earlier.

Now, eye to eye, you saw the flecks of green in her irises, felt the soft shaky exhale she let out as you adjusted your position, careful to not put too much weight on her, not while she was still hurt. You let your eyes flutter shut, too overwhelmed by her attention and the feeling of her thumb grazing the waistband of your sweats, occasionally letting it brush your skin.

Your mind was screaming at you and it sounded a lot like Anya yelling “Girl! I’m not even gay and I would kiss her!” So once again, you pushed past your hesitation and brought a hand up to her cheek, cradling her face, your heart nearly leaping out of your throat when she leant against it, pressing a barely-there kiss to the meat of your palm. The gesture so light you had to see if she had even done it.

That was it.

You had to, you couldn’t forgive yourself if you didn’t kiss her.

So you did. Ducking your head, you drew Natasha towards you, letting your lips graze hers as softly as she kissed your hand. You didn’t even get the chance to pull away before she was kissing you back like you were the only thing holding her on Earth. It was demanding, forceful, just like the woman beneath you and you held on as she stole control from you, content to let her hands roam just as yours did.

Eventually persistence won out and her lips parted yours, her tongue exploring briefly until you pulled back a fraction to catch the breath she had wrung from you. Natasha’s pupils were blown wide, something akin to hunger dancing in them, but as she shifted a little, her ribs pulled and she had to groan.

You moved to climb off of her, concern quickly chasing away the fog her kiss had dragged over your mind, but she held fast, callused hands flat against your bare skin. “No. Stay.”

“But..”

Natasha shook her head. “I’m fine,” and you couldn’t tell if she was lying, but that thought left your mind as soon as her lips touched yours again. A thumb brushed your waist, startling a gasp against her mouth and you could feel Natasha’s smirk as she kissed you deeper.

But you were no longer content to be passive in this kiss, your tongue tangling with hers and wresting control from your SWAT officer. Her gasp made it all worth it, because if her kissing you back wasn’t enough, this was.

Natasha was just as affected as you, so when she pulled back to catch her breath, you had to smile. “What are you grinning at?”

“You.”

She ducked her head, a blush climbing her neck until it reached her ears. “So…” she said after a pause. “What now?”

You shrugged. “You hungry? I could always make something to eat before we watch a movie. Unless you have a better idea?”

Sneaking one last kiss, Natasha grinned. “That sounds perfect.”

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A/N: Hey guys, Happy Pride, and thanks for reading! This is for both @dakotakazansky and for @/sylviebell, both have had huge parts in fixing my hand to write this, so it is for the both of them!

This was also inspired by this moodboard made for my 700 followers celebration

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starscoffeecreamer · 14 days

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Lost light farms Megatron?

There's a conversation process that takes place when you join and you either end up a cow or a stud based on code and processor scan.

Everyone is expecting Meg's to be a very aggressive Bull but are shocked when he turns out to be a grumpy mama Cow instead.

Ultra Magnus/Minimus, who is a Bull that has refrained from breeding any of the cows so far, takes one look at Cowatron and goes "this is mine now and I'm going to do such a good job" 💜

Everyone thinks he's gonna be an aggressive bull and are preparing to stay away from him then it turns out he's just a chill but grumpy mama cow

Minimus sees Moogatron and is like "you're my mate now." and gets him nice and pregnant with his babies

#t&t answers anons #valveplug #mechpreg #moogatron #mtmte minimus #mtmte minimus ambus #minimegs #cowformers au #lost light farm au

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queenlegacyproductions · 4 months

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Gangsta’s Paradise

Pairing: Cody Rhodes/OC (Riley Carter)

Summary: After suffering a loss at Wrestlemania, Cody’s downward spiral is cut short when a certain American Gangsta seeks to tend to The American Nightmare’s wounds with a vacay.

Warnings: Switch!OC, Switch!Cody Rhodes, Cody gets a bit feral ngl, Use of handcuffs and a blindfold, choking (lil bit), spanking, Oral (M. and F receiving), Dirty Talk, someone gets fucked dumb, etc.

Author’s Note: 10 months…It took me 10 MONTHS TO WRITE THIS SHIT. I hate writer’s block and low inspiration. Anyway, Enjoy my debauchery. As per usual,

By proceeding with reading this work, you therefore accept any and all drawbacks from horniness. I.e, sudden soul departure, loss of underwear and extreme thirst. The author is not liable for medical and/or therapy costs, should side effects occur.

-Signed Management

~///~

“And your winner…AND STILL The Undisputed WWE Universal Champion, ROMAN REIGNS!”

Bullshit.

Straight Cow Manure.

These were the thoughts that ran through Riley’s head when she heard the announcement, watching the match in Cody’s locker room. The frustrated sigh that she exhaled as she rubbed her face in both hands to prevent herself from not hauling ass out there, her infamous Harley Quinn-eque mallet swinging and busting heads. She looked back at the TV just in time to see the look on her boyfriend’s face.

Heartbreak and defeat was evident on it which further angered her and broke her heart at the same time. She could tell what he was thinking, too; How he was so close and how he would’ve won if it wasn’t for those rat bastards that were the bloodline’s shenanigans. Riley also took note of how quiet the arena was after that.

Frankly, disappointment was in everyone’s spirits except for the bloodline, their small group of fans and Vince McMahon. Or Hunter. Who knows and who gives a shit, she thinks when Cody enters his locker room. Riley turns around to look at him, shoulders sagged with that look of defeat on his face still as he sits on the couch next to her.

“Hey there, Angel Eyes…” Riley hopes to sweeten up to him as she leans over to rub his shoulders. “You ok? I know it’s a dumb question to ask right now but…I need to know what my baby’s thinking or feeling right now.” Cody gives her a deep sigh as he rubs his face.

“I had him. I almost had him, Riles. But then I-."

“Don’t you fucking dare, Mister.” Riley stops and rests her hands on his shoulders. "That sleazeball Paul and Solo are the reason The Tribal Chief doesn't sleep with nightmares tonight." She sighs as she slips her hands down his arms to wrap her arms around his waist. “In due time, babe. In due time.” There was a slight pause before she continued. “In the meantime, how about I cash in your victory gift?”

This made Cody look up at her. “My victory gift? Riles, I didn't win.”

"The belts, you didn’t win but you did win a vacation." Riley clarified. "Remember back in June, I said that I was gonna pay for our vacation this time but you got hurt and then you were mad busy because someone decided to win the rumble and the build up to Wrestlemania on top of being an EVP of AEW. Basically, what I’m saying Code, is that yo ass needs a break.”

There was a brief pause as Cody reflected on her words before he spoke. “Well, you do have a point. Can’t remember the last time I had a break.”

“Yeah, Mister ‘Do the work’.” She tosses him his bag. “Now do the work and pack up. I don’t want to keep the pilot waiting.”

Cody raises an eyebrow, his face in bewilderment. “Pilot?”

“Yeah, a pilot. What, you think I'mma take a 12 hour plane ride with the poors in First Class?” Riley raised an eyebrow in question. “Angel, I may be a frugal motherfucka sometimes but even I have standards. Standards that don’t include that bullshit you call The Nightmare Express” This gets a chuckle out of him.

“You really need to stop hanging around Max.” Cody said as he got up to pack.

Riley cringes at the statement. “I do not. That fatherless bastard likes to harass me for advice like the orphan he is. Now, hurry up or you gettin’ left.”

~///~

2 days had passed before the two had left the city of angels behind and had arrived at the hotel in Venice, Italy. Already irritated at the shenanigans of Brock on the following Monday night, Riley gave him an ultimatum that he could handle whatever business he can before they were on the plane before Cody convinced her to let him work while on the plane.

‘A’ight, fine but once the plane lands,’ She kissed him on the cheek while he was on call with Kenny and The Bucks. ‘You’re all mine, Angel…’ She smiled. Once the couple arrived at their suite, Riley immediately dropped her bags by the door and plopped face first on the bed in the master bedroom.

“Ah, finally…” Riley sighs, muffled into the bed. “I was almost about to lose my mind in that jet.”

Cody chuckled and placed his bags next to hers. “I’m sorry, Doll.” He sits down next to her on the bed. “I would’ve kept you entertained if I could.”

Riley shook her head, rising to sit up straight next to him. “Mm-mm. Nah, I wanted you to handle whatever business you had to do, Mista Executive because, like I said on the plane,” She kissed him on the lips. “You’re all mine…” She smiled at him which he returned.

“Well…” Cody picked her up by her hips to sit him in his lap. “I’m all yours now. What do you wanna do to me?” He leans forward to kiss her but Riley cuts him off with a finger to his lips.

“Uh-uh-uh. Nope. You didn’t wanna join the mile high club so you not gettin’ the nookie that easily. Besides, we’re in Italy! And I really wanna check out the Golden Rectangle. Mami needs more Armani and Cartier.” She hops off his lap.

He sighs, plopping backwards on the bed as she walks to the bathroom. “Really? You brought us here just to shop?” He exasperated.

Riley scoffs. “No, dummy. I have other plans for you as well.”

~///~

"Babe, come on. How much more do you need?" Cody sat on the couch outside the dressing room, his head on his hand while he watched the inky crimson fluffy coils that was Riley’s 'fro roamed around the Dolce and Gabbana store. “You already practically bought out all of Versace.” He gestured to the boatload of bags at his feet. Riley sputters as she looks through the lingerie section.

“S’cuse me, I have a special night planned with my man and the clothes I bought with me are not up to par with the event planned.” She explains as she collects a few sets. “Speaking of that, you have a decent suit?” She stopped in front of the dressing room, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Cody scoffs. “Of course I do, Doll. Why?”

“What color is it?” She further questioned.

“It’s the dark purple one you like. You know, the one I wore to that photoshoot for my dog collar match with Brodie. I had black hair at the time.” He explained.

“Mmm-mmm-mmm…Lord have mercy.” Riley nods in remembrance. “You really do look good in that suit.” She walks into the dressing room. “Really brings out those pretty eyes of yours.”

“So you tell me, babe. Why do you ask?”

“So in order to avoid waiting for me to get dressed, I would like to know exactly what I’m gonna wear tonight.” She said from behind the door. Cody then chuckles.

“Great, so now I only have to wait an hour for you to get ready.”

“Ya mama!” She responded with playful venom as he laughed.

~///~

A few hours passed after Riley practically dragged Cody around her shopping spree and they were back at the hotel.

"Cody, hurry yo ass up! Yo hair is fine, ya idiot now come on before we miss our reservation!" Riley yelled after him as she adjusted her dress in the mirror of the foyer. “I swear, got the nerve to tell me I take too long and here he go…” She then hears the sounds of Cody’s footsteps making his way to the foyer, adjusting his cufflinks.

“I’m right here, babe.” He kissed her on her cheek before grabbing their coats by the door. “Besides, what’s the rush? Didn’t you rent out the whole restaurant?”

“Just because no one else is gonna be there to witness me in my finest unless they paid me first, it does not excuse us being late.” She said as Cody helped her put on her coat. “Something, something punctuality. Something, something good time management. Now, hurry along. I have a hot date and I refuse to be late, even if fashionably.” She declared as she stormed out the room with her head up high and swinging the door open in a dramatic fashion. Cody chuckles at her antics.

After they arrived and ate, Riley led him to the ferry station nearby for a gondola ride to see the sights at night. It is there when the American Couple found themselves cuddled together, holding each other

“The city is so beautiful at night.” She commented, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah, it is.” He said, looking at her.

“I swear to god, if I look up and see you looking at me, I'mma throw you overboard, you absolute cheeseball.” Cody laughs at her semi-serious threat.

“So you’re saying you’re not beautiful?”

“I ain’t say all that, now.” She looks up at him. “I’m saying you’re corny, sir.”

“Like taking a gondola ride in Venice with your girlfriend is not corny either.” He laughs, pulling her close.

“Yeah, well…” She leans forward, lips almost touching. “Maybe I like a little corny.” She gives him a teasing smirk with a little chuckle. Cody then reaches over with his hand to pull her in closer to kiss her. Riley couldn’t help but release a soft moan as he grips her a little tighter around the waist. She then pushed him back before the kiss got too deep.

“Easy, tiger.” She teased. “We’ll have all the time in the world back at the hotel.”

~///~

If only she believed that. As soon as the couple came back to the hotel, she pushed him up against the wall once they passed the hotel room threshold. “Baby, wait…” Cody gasps as she untucks his shirt from his pants while kissing his neck. “S-Slow down…” This made her giggle mischievously.

“Oh why, Angel Eyes?” Riley presses her body against his, taking his tie in her hands. “Why slow down when you seemed so adamant on having me on my back as soon as we got here, hmm?” She pulls his tie, yanking him down to bring him face to face with her.

Cody exhales a breath to calm himself as Riley moves her other hand to his belt to undo. He then looks her deep in the eyes. “Because Doll, unless you want to be fucked dumb and fucked proper, I would suggest you stop.” This made Riley giggle before she walked away from him deeper into the foyer where she stops.

“Well, then…” Riley unzips the back of her dress, letting it fall at her feet before putting her curls up into two space buns. She turns her head to look at him. “You’re gonna threaten me with a good time or what?” She taunted him, which shakes him out of his thoughts in his head. She could see the way his eyes darken before he snatches the tie off his neck, opening his shirt a bit in the process.

“I’mma make you regret those words, babydoll.” Cody said before he chased after her, a playful squeal leaving her as she quickly ran to the bedroom. However, she doesn’t get far as Cody catches her before she reaches the room. He pushes her up against the wall, taking her hands into one of his own. “You know, I think you like to try me sometimes…”

“To try you is to assume you have some control over me in the first place…” Riley muttered, feeling vulnerable as she looked down at her feet. Cody then grabs her face by the chin to make her look back up at him.

“Oh? And I don’t?” He then picks her up, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist with a shriek of surprise as she was suddenly airbourne. He then walks into the bedroom towards the bed where he places her down on her back. He strips out his shirt and vest before he takes hold of her hands above her head by her wrists. “We’ll see about that now, won’t we?” He leaned down to whisper in her ear before kissing underneath her ear which made her gasp.

“Yeah…” Riley sighed before she looked up at the headboard of the bed for her surprise. She smirks at him when he looks back at her. “We will…”

“What are you-?” Cody tried to ask before Riley managed to break her hands free of his grip to press against his chest to flip him over onto his back. She takes advantage of his confusion to then grab the handcuffs around the headboard to handcuff him to the bed. She then mounts him on his lap as she watches him struggle against the cuffs.

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t struggle, baby boy. I would hate for your wrists to be rubbed raw. No doubt, that would be hard to explain to your friends and peers.” She gives him a smug smile. Cody looks at her once he realizes he can’t break free.

“Babydoll, whatcha got up your sleeve, huh?” He licks his lips as his breath gets a little heavy as he takes in her form again. “ All day, you’ve been leading me to surprise after surprise. Just treating me to things. What gives?”

“I told you, baby.” Riley said, her hands sliding down his arms. “You haven’t had a real break in like 2 years. If you weren't busy with shit going on backstage in AEW, you were dealing with finishing the story in WWE. Basically…Papi?” She leans forward, placing her hands on the bed to meet him face to face. “You’ve been in control of things and when shit falls apart, you take the blame for it; even if it was something out of your control. So this whole vacation was dedicated to make sure you didn’t..” She leans closer, their lips barely touching. Cody gasps a bit at the slight contact. “Because I didn’t want you to further stress about anything. Can you do that?” She leans back, rubbing her hands down his chest to his abs. “Can you let me have control tonight?” .

“F-Fuck, doll…” Cody stuttered with a shiver, panting as her nails scratched him a little bit. "I…God fucking yes, baby.” He pleaded when she moved off his lap to lay in between his legs. “Ruin me…abuse me. Make me earn it, Baby…" His statement made her raise an amused eyebrow.

“Make you earn it?” Riley chuckled as she slid off the bed which caused him to whine at the loss of contact. . “I just said I wanted to spoil you, Darlin’.” She teased him when she made her way over to her bags.

“I know. F-Fuck…” He mewled when he threw his head back, writhing against the cuffs. “But I-I wanna earn it. It’s not as rewarding if I don’t. So, please…” He felt movement on the bed before he raised his head again to look at her but couldn’t when she suddenly grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up at the ceiling. He whined, waiting to see more of her as she mounted his lap again.

“You must really want me to torment you, considering you forgot your place under me.” She sweetly threatens before she takes the silk blindfold and ties it around his eyes. She giggles a bit at his whimpering when she rolls her hips against his cock through his pants. “Don’t worry. I have all the time in the world to remind you where you belong.” She runs her fingers through his blonde hair.

“F-fuck me…” Cody pants with anticipation when she lightly scratches his scalp like she knew he liked. He let a sharp gasp of air when he felt her kiss his neck up to his ear. Riley giggles seductively in his ear which causes him to shiver.

“Begging for me already? But I’ve barely got started, my sweet…” She licks and bites his earlobe.

Cody squirms in the cuffs at Riley’s teasing and swallows his spit thickly. “God-. You’re gonna-.” He gasps again as he feels Riley’s fingers trace along his abs, tracing circles in between his belly button and his pants. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” Riley gives him a mischievous chuckle before she slides down his body, now eye level with the bulge in the pants.

“Oh, Cody, Cody, Cody, mon âme…If what I’m doing to you right now already has you on the edge, then I see now how Roman bested you.” She felt Cody’s hips buck when she finally undid his belt before sliding it off entirely. “All that time spent in the gym…all that time spent wrestling matches to prove just how great you are, only to lose to a man who barely shows his face anymore? Just lose to a man, who in my sleep, can outwit and outmaneuver him? I haven’t even done anything to make you lose your mind just yet so you know what?” She said as she slowly dragged his belt across his nipples. His hips bucked at the sensation. “Let's have a test of will.” She takes the belt and folds it in half to snap the belt, the sound damn near echoing throughout the room. She giggles mischievously when she sees his abs contract as he shudders a moan at the sound. “Since you’re a closeted masochist, I think maybe 10 spanks across the chest. A light punishment for you. That okay?” Cody gives her a nod which makes her slap and grips his thigh harshly, manicured nails digging in a little. He whines a little at the pleasure and pain. “Des mots, chérie. I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, mami. I-I understand.” Riley chuckled before she leaned down to kiss, lick and tease his nipples, drawing more moans out of him.

“Mami, huh? Well, are you just a good boy?” She taunts him before she takes the belt and hits him across the chest with it. Cody throws his head back, letting out one of the deepest groans Riley ever heard out of him. She raises an eyebrow at the sound, humming pleased by it. “Mmm, never heard you make that sound before. Do it again.” She demanded as she hit him with the belt again.

“Oh, fu-.” Cody moans before she hits him again, cutting him off. “Fuck!” Another. “Fucking h-hell.” Another. “Baby…” Another. “Mami…” Cody whimpered as he fought against the cuffs the harder she hit him.

She chuckled and looked down at him to take it in his disheveled stance. Riley raises her hand to gently stroke his hair. “Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already.” She bends down to kiss his forehead. “We’re not even done with your punishment yet.”

“Shit…” Cody whines at her gentle touch. “I’m trying not to, babe but…you’re making it hard not to. Ah…” He moaned as he tried to find his resolve to not bust too quickly in his pants.

“T’is the reason why I said it was a test of will. It’s not supposed to be easy.” She sighs as she moves the hand in his hair down to his now reddening chest.. “If you can’t hold off from losing your mind in pleasure and pain for longer than a few minutes, then what makes you think you can be undisputed champion, baby?” She teases one of his nipples, drawing out more sounds from him. “While I may be spoiling you, dear, I also mean to make you better in more ways than one so…” She takes her hand off of him. “Try to last as long as you can…otherwise, it’s gonna be a long night for you.” Riley warns before she strikes him with the belt again, this time catching his other nipple.

“Go-God, baby, fuck!” Cody tugs on the cuff as his back arches from the intense pain. “Fuck! I’m trying but you-oh fuck, you’re so fucking-. Ah-! Ha-!” She strikes him again for the eighth time. “Shit…Riley…Mami, I think I’m gonna-. I’m gonna-.”

Riley looks down at him with a raised eyebrow. “Really? You’re gonna cum in your pants from a few hits to the chest like a horny teenager?” She laughed. “Oh, how the mighty fall. How do you survive taking chops to the chests then?”

“It’s…one thing…to get chopped in the chest…by a grown ass man…and another..to get whipped by a smoking hot grown ass woman…with an italian leather belt.” He then swallows the excess saliva in his mouth before he continues. “One’s a job…the other’s a privilege.” Riley laughs before she delivers the ninth hit. “Mercy, Mami, Mercy. Ple-please!” His plea makes her shush him.

“You have one more, baby. You’ve survived this long, mon âme. One more won’t kill you.” Riley’s sweetened threat made him whine in anticipation.

“No but you will.” His response sparks another laugh from her again.

“I wouldn’t dare. After all…” She leans down to whisper in his ear. “There’s not a man on this earth that is as half as dicking me down as you, Mr. Rhodes.”

“S-Shit…” Cody whimpers as she reaches down to squeeze his dick. “Mami…Mami, I’m gonna-gonna-!” Cody tries to warn her before she comes down with the belt from the tenth and final strike hard. He pulls against the cuffs, moaning as he cums in his pants. “Oh fuckfuckfuck! Mami…!” He continued to whimper as she continued to shake from his orgasm. There’s a sudden crack Riley hears coming from the headboard.

“Oh, my. Looks like someone wants to break free, no Queen.” She laughs as she moves back up the bed, straddling Cody’s hips once more to check on the cuffs. She sees one of the links of the cuffs separate but not entirely break off. She also sees there’s a crack in the wood of the headboard when she attached the cuffs. She also checks his wrists to see that they’re a bit rubbed raw and red against the leather cuffs.She looks down at him to check him, seeing him catching his breath as he comes back down to earth. She lifts the blindfold off of his eyes to take a good look at him. “Hey…” She whispered softly to him, taking hold of the cuffs to get his attention. When he looked up, she could see the haziness in his eyes. “Do you want your freedom, my love? You have earned it.” Cody just nods numbly. She reaches up to undo the cuffs, rubbing his wrists a little before she reaches around his head to fully take off the blindfold. Cody shuts his eyes to let them adjust before he locks eyes with hers. “Hi, my pretty… You were such a good boy. I think you deserve a reward now, right?” He then shakes his head which makes Riley’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline in surprise. “No? Why not?”

“Because I-. I c-ame without permission, Mami.” Cody said hoarsely. “I don’t-deserve it.” Riley tilts his head up, clicking her tongue.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” She shakes her head. “Oh, darlin’...Always so hard on yourself.” She leans closer to him. “Did I say that you couldn’t cum?”

“No…”

“No, I didn't. I said try to hold out as long as you can and you did. You didn’t break until I gave you the final hit with the belt so…” She kisses him on the forehead. “That means you listened and followed instructions which gets you a reward. Now, sit on the edge of the bed and accept your reward like a good boy.” Riley backs off for him to give him room to do as she instructed him. Riley gives him a mischievous chuckle before she slides down his body, now eye level with the bulge in the pants.

“Now, then…” She gets onto her knees between his legs. “Time for me to get my reward.” She said as she slowly unbuttons and unzips his pants. He raises his hip to help her lower them a bit to free his dick from its prison. His dick smacks her in the face still hard, sparking a moan from her. “Fuck...” She sees his abs contract as he shudders a moan when she turns slightly to give his cock a few light kisses along his shaft. “I love this dick so fucking much.” Cody gives her a groan in pleasure when she licks his cum clean off his cock. She moans again where she feels it twitch against her lips. She licked all the way up his shaft from base to tip, drawing more moans out of him. “Mami…Can I…?”

“Angel wants to pull Mami’s hair while she sucks him dry?” She taunts him before she takes his tip into her mouth. Cody throws his head back as Riley uses her tongue around the head of his cock.

“Yes, Mami…Please, Mami.” Cody muttered as he balls his fists into the sheets the more Riley’s mouth sank down his cock slowly. She chuckled and looked up at him when she took one of his hands to put it in her hair. Cody looks down to see what Riley was doing only to have his eyes roll in the back of his head as Riley slowly deepthroats him as she does. “Goddamnthattongueisdangerous.” The hand Cody had in her hair grips the back of her head to guide her head up and down with her pace. Riley takes her free hand to play and toy with his balls. “Shit…” He throws his head again as she takes his dick out of her mouth to suck on his balls. “Goddamn…I think I’m gonna cum again.” He moaned as he tried to find his resolve to not bust too quickly.

She gives his balls a firm suck before she lets them go to speak. “Much as I love for you to just nut in my mouth,” She sighs as she adjusted her position on the bed to nestle his cock in between her breasts.“I’ll let you decide. Do you wanna cum in my mouth…” She squeezed her breasts together to massage his dick. “Or on my tits?” Riley asks before she tongues and sucks on the head of his dick while continuing to stroke his cock with her breasts.

“Oh, shit..” Cody groans into a gasp as he feels himself get closer. He looks down at her faux innocent look. “I’d rather cum in your pussy, Mami.” She looks up back at him with a raised eyebrow which makes him plead. “Can I please, Mami?” Riley’s firm look turns into a look of mischief before she speeds up her tempo, making him cry out. As quickly as she sped up, she stopped to stand on her feet. She places her hands on his knees.

“I guess you can but you’re gonna have to do the work if you really want it-.” Riley suddenly shrieked as Cody grabs her by the waist and throws her onto the bed, immediately kissing all over her face. “Baby!” She giggled at the eager affection Cody was giving her as he crawled on top of her. “Baby, please!”

“Mmm, sorry, doll but I’ve been waiting to just…fuck the shit outta you since we’ve arrived.” He whispered in her ear before kissing and sucking hickeys on her neck. “All day. All goddamn day, you’ve been teasing me. From the shopping trip, wearing those tight shorts that makes that plump ass of yours bounce everytime you walk,” His kisses moved down to her chest as he popped her on the ass, earning him a yelp of surprise. “That fucking dress you wore to dinner.” He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sparking a sharp gasp from Riley when he bites down. “ God, your tits...Tits were just…sitting pretty in that dress.” She continued to moan as he toys with the other nipple before he kisses down her stomach. ‘Your stomach and those rolls I love so much. Even though you hate when I show them love, I love that chub of yours, baby. But there’s something I love more than all that I just mentioned.” Cody sits up to pull her closer and throws her legs over his shoulders. Riley sits up on her forearms to watch as he kisses up her calf to her thigh, this time leaving love bites on them. “I absolutely love this pussy.” He muttered as he pushed her legs back to get a good look at her pussy, spreading her lips open to look at how wet she was. “So wet. You must really want me, don’t you?” She nodded, hiding her face with one hand. Cody tsked as he reached up to pull her hand away. “Uh-uh, Mami. Tell me. Do. You. Want. Me?” He enunciated. She nods eagerly, sitting up a little further to look him in the eyes.

“I want you…I always want you.” Her response earns her a sexy chuckle from Cody.

“Good girl. Now, hold your knees for me, doll.” He commanded as he pushed her knees to her for her to grab. “It’s gonna be a long night for you if you don’t behave while I indulge in my favorite treat, all right?”

“Yes, sir.” Riley meekly answers as she does what she is told. Cody rolls his eyes in his head as he growls at the name.

“Goddamn, you obedient little thing…” He muttered before he leaned down to her pussy to lick from her hole to her clit in a long slow lick.

“Ahn!” She moaned as she felt her eyes cross a bit when Cody flicks his tongue against her clit. “Oh, shit…” Cody growls into her when he feels her get wetter and drips more of her juice into his mouth. He slaps her thigh hard as he sucks on her clit. “Ah! Fuck…” Cody releases her clit to gently rub it the way he knows that will drive her crazy. Riley’s grip on her knees gets tighter when he does. “Oh, god…Too much! How-How are you so good at that?.”

“Well, gorgeous.” He hits her with that blinding smile of his before he slips two fingers into her. The action makes her legs twitch with a hungry moan. “When you’re dating a very buxom, short, brazen woman who has spent her entire life, mouthing off to anything that displeases her…” He then curls his fingers up to caress her spot that made her sob with agonizing delight. “You learn how to not be on the receiving end of that brutality.” He sucks in a breath as he feels his fingers get more saturated with her essence. “Ooh, that’s the spot, ain’t it? That’s where you want me to touch, right?” He begins to scissor her with his fingertips assaulting her spot more, coupled with him going back to suck on her clit. Riley, in her ravenous want for more, lets go of her knees to grab the back of his head and pull his hair. He growled into her pussy at the pain and pulled away entirely to take hold of her hands in his free one, standing up. “Bad girl.” He began to scissor her faster, making her tremble in pleasure. “Did I say, you can let go of your legs, gorgeous?” Riley shakes her head which made him stop moving his fingers. “And now, you don’t want to answer Papi properly. Words, love or as you like to say, ‘Des mots, de l'amour’. I can't hear you.”

“Nnnhmm, no..no, Papi. Y-you didn't…” Riley mewled. “I’m sorry, Papi.”

“No. I didn’t. So tell me why…” Cody said as she picked up his pace again, making her tug at his grip of her hands with a whine. “I should let you come after disobeying you.”

“Nhn! Be-Beca-use if you don’t…You-Ohh! You wouldn’t be able to…fuck me properly.” She cracked her eyes open a little bit. “Plus, seeing me cum my brains would just make you harder than you already are.” He chuckles at her reasoning before he leans over her to kiss her. Riley kept squirming on the bed as she felt herself get closer and closer to the edge. She tried to break his grip to push him back but that didn’t work. She tried to break the kiss but she could barely get any words out as Cody just kept coming back for more kisses. After a few moments, he lets up on the kisses when he feels her squeeze his fingers tighter than before. “Nmh! Cody! Please! I’m gonna cum-Ahnn!” She shrieks as she squirts all over his fingers and even a little on the floor. Cody stands up straight and takes his fingers out of her. He chuckles as he looks at his hand.

“Tsk. You’re squirted all over me and the floor.” He licks his fingers as his dick twitches, getting harder at her smell and taste. “Making my dick so hard it hurts, you brat.” He moves to pick her up to move her further up the bed, kneels on the bed over her and folds her in half. “Things are gonna get rough, doll. You don’t mind, do you?” Riley keens as she feels Cody’s dick prod at her entrance. “Shit, you’re so soaked, just like I love it.” He then puts her legs back over his shoulders. “I’ve been waiting these past few months to have you.” He then slips the tip in when he takes hold of her hands on either side of her head to get leverage. “I don’t think I can be gentle.” His dick then just plunges into her pussy, causing her to arch her back in delightful agony. He feels her get impossibly tight around him and wetter. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head in disapproval. “You fucking brat. Nnh…you came again.” He started to rock his hips to drive his dick in a slow pace to prolong her orgasm. Riley then drops back to the bed, hands gripping Cody’s hands harder at the pleasure.

“Nhaa! Ha! I-I can’t…! C-Cody! Oh!” She gripe with insatiable ecstasy.

“You can’t take any more?” He asked her to which she nodded. “Oh but darling…I think you need more.” He shifted his weight to his hands to start rocking his hip faster to pound into her with gluttonous thirst. The change of pace makes her struggle for breath and her toes curl.

“Ahh! Oh, fuck…Ohhh, fuck me…nnahmm…” Riley thrashed in debauched bliss as she feels her eyes cross, the view of Cody above her getting more and more out of focus. Cody lets go of one of her hands to wrap it around her neck. He smirked when he saw her stick out her tongue with panting breaths.

“Holy shit…you’re so fucking pretty like this. So fucked out of your mind, that you can’t focus on anything but how my hand feels around your neck…” He squeezes her neck a bit harder which causes her to tighten up more around his dick. “Or how my cock feels, digging out that tight little hole of yours. Fuck…I could just…fuck you full until that pussy couldn’t take anymore. Until every time I fill you up with another load, it would just push the ones before it until there’s a fucking puddle underneath you and yet…even if you would be that fucking stuffed, you’d still ask me for another, wouldn’t you?” He taunts her but Riley just nods, too fucked out to really process what he’s actually saying. He laughs as he leans closer to kiss her. He lets go of her neck when he pulls away. “Go ahead, baby. Cum. Cum all over Papi’s dick again so Papi can fill you up like he knows you like.” He reaches down to thumb her clit which makes her close her eyes tightly. “C’mon, babygirl. Make me proud and cum. Cum and lost the last of your fucking mind. Make a mess of these sheets baby. C’mon…C’mon…” He encourages her before her back arches again and she cums on his cock again, her pussy juices squirting all over the sheets as Cody keeps thrusting through her orgasm to chase his own. He leans down to get close to her ear. “Yesyesyes, fuck! Good girl! Good fucking girl. Take it. Take my fucking load, baby. Fuck, lemme fucking fill you up. Fuck…Fuck! Take it, Mami! Take it!” He growled into her ear as he finally came deep inside her, hips slowing down to feel her pussy pulse around him. “Shit! Oh, shit, baby! Fuck…” He groaned as he moved her legs from his shoulders to fall on the bed beside her. Once he gets on his back, he pulls her close to cuddle her. “C’mere, doll.” He kissed her on the temple to calm down her trembling body. “Hey, doll. You’re still with me, right?”

“Mhmm…” She hummed in confirmation. “We…really shouldn’t go months…without doing that…again.” She cuddled closer to him.

“Agreed…” Cody squeezed her tighter to him. “Last thing we need is you incapacitated from me dicking you down.” They both chuckled. He kissed her temple again and stood up. “All right, up you go.” He turns around to pick her up off the bed to carry her to the bathroom. “Someone made a mess and now we gotta clean it up.”

“You’re sure that’s all we doing?” She teased him.

“Don’t start, woman. You already can’t feel your legs.”

~///~

10 Months later… February 2024, Wrestlemania 40 Kickoff

“...Because I have made a legendary career out of knocking golden girls off their top spot…so Mami is gonna learn how to be a bottom.” Becky Lynch taunts the current champion, Rhea Ripley who steps closer to her. “Because that’s what happens when The Man comes around.” The two engage in a staredown as Becky’s theme plays in the background before it’s cut off by someone attacking Becky in the back with a steel chair, pushing her into Rhea to knock them both down. Becky crumbs to the floor as the unknown attacker hits her with the chair again. Once Becky is down, the attacker props the chair around her knee before she focuses her attention on Rhea. The attacker props Rhea onto their to deliver a fireman’s carry spinebuster onto the chair that Becky’s knee was in, causing both of them to scream in agony. The attacker then gets a mic and kneels down to Becky before they pull off the mask, revealing the face of Riley. Riley smirks at Becky’s look of surprise. She then puts the mic to her lips.

“You know, Becky, I know you said that you’ve made a career out of knocking golden girls off their top spot…” She looks back to the knee Becky was grabbing at. “But I’ve made a career outta rewriting legends, no matter the gender, no matter the company because I know just how boring Life can get when it’s predetermined.” Riley then stands to her feet to look at the hard camera. “And at Elimination Chamber, I plan on rewriting the legend again because no matter who’s the champion. It doesn't matter who’s in the chamber. I’m walking into the chamber. I’m gonna win the chamber and at Mania, I’m gonna take the title off of whichever one of you two unlucky bitches has it by the time we meet.” She stops for a moment to take in the cheers and jeers from the crowd. “But I won’t just stop there because everyone’s got a story to finish but I’m the only one with the pen and paper…because I’m the American Gangsta and to mess with me is to mess with the best.” She drops the mic as she leaves the arena through the crowd. Meanwhile, Backstage, Cody just chuckles at the antics of his girlfriend.

“She always did know how to make a statement.”

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Second Chance: Arrow 1x18 Review (Salvation)

The villain of the week is one step ahead of Felicity in "Salvation" which gives Oliver the opportunity to be there for HER, as they race to save Roy Harper's life.

And oh holy cow is there Lance family drama y'all. WOW. Scandalous.

Let's dig in...

Olicity

This is one of Arrow’s more suspenseful episodes. Felicity goes toe to toe with the villain of the week and she more than meets her match. This results in one of Arrow's cooler action sequences and some iconic Olictiy moments.

But first, we must work out.

Of all the times Felicity watches Oliver working out, this is my favorite. Emily Bett Richard’s face is hilarious.

Her comic skills are so on point and she brings a much needed levity to the show. But do not deny this woman her dramatic work. She can bring her A game anytime - as we will soon see.

Oliver is off to threaten (or kill?) a dirty real estate developer named John Nichols, who doesn’t mind skipping code requirements if it means saving a buck. Oliver fed up with this guy killing people in the Glades and he’s on the List, so hasta la vista, baby. (Do not deny my my nineties cliché remarks. They bring me comfort and joy.)

Unfortunately (or fortunately?) someone else beats Oliver to it and kidnaps Nichols. Oliver is strangely displeased. I mean... what's the difference? Felicity and I share a brain sometimes, so she asks Oliver on my behalf.

Source: @andjustforthismoment

These two are in their own rom com and we’re just along for the ride. The way he growls “They don’t show my level of restraint,” at Felicity is a lot. Is it really necessary to stand that close to her Oliver? No it’s not. I SEE YOU SIR.

The man who kidnapped Nichols executes him on live television which was super creepy. He definitely has a Heath Ledger as the Joker vibe to him. (Nobody said the comparisons to the Dark Knight are unfair.)

Felicity is unable to crack his encryption code because he’s a former cyber crusader called “The Savior” and the NSA has been searching for him for years. His real name is Joseph Falk and he erased his existence after his wife was murdered in the Glades.

When he failed to get justice for his wife's death, the Savior took matters into his own hands - not unlike our favorite vigilante. His cyber skills are no joke and give Felicity a real run for her money. She is unable to track him down before he kills Nichols, which leads to a hilarious if frustrated exchange between Felicity and Oliver.

Source: @yet-i-remain-quiet

JUST GET MARRIED.

Things go from bad to worse for Felicity when Falk kidnaps the district attorney. His crime was not prosecuting the person who murdered Falk’s wife. If we were on the fence as to whether Nichols should live or die, then the district attorney snaps us out of the moral grey zone. Prosecutors choose not try cases all of the time for lack of evidence. It doesn’t mean they should die for it.

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Oliver's impatience only heightens Felicity's stress, but she finally gets a location. It’s the middle of the day which means Oliver can’t hood up. So he grabs the motorcycle and his super sexy brown jacket to hunt Falk down and save the DA.

This leads to one of my favorite Arrow action scenes. Falk is not at the location Felicity sends Oliver to, which means he has to sprint across town and leap between buildings to next location. Felicity is completely flummoxed because she doesn't understand how this guy is moving locations. Oliver screaming at her over comms is not particularly helpful either.

Unfortunately, Team Arrow loses and Falk murders the DA on live television, which is completely traumatizing to Felicity who has never seen anyone die before.

Oliver returns home to find Felicity alone in the dark, twirling one of his arrows in her hands. Oliver immediately wants to know where Diggle is because he’s probably wondering why John left Felicity all alone in the dark.

Felicity: I asked him to leave me alone in my loud voice.

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Oliver isn’t going to do the same. He immediately reassures Felicity that it wasn’t her fault (because it isn’t). This is the price of the life they’ve chosen to live. It’s a very lonely one as Oliver knows all too well.

Source: @jamiedornaniseverything

Felicity is understandably feeling defeatist, so it’s one of the rare times she says it’s better to be alone. Oliver doesn’t have much to say in return, but notice how the scene is shot. The entire bunker is dark except for the brightly backlit desk lamp. Oliver and Felicity are the only thing we see in the darkness.

Felicity also mentions her relationship status, which feels like an oddly placed comment. Umm… ok? SHE’S SINGLE AND HETEROSEXUAL GUYS!

I love receiving pieces to the Felicity Smoak puzzle, but this comment felt very out of context. “Hey I’m sad, but I wouldn’t know how to talk to my boyfriend about fighting crime. Good thing I don’t have one.”

It is NOT the fans who create romantic undertones to Oliver and Felicity’s scenes. The writers make it romantic with conversations like this. It’s very easy to keep a scene like this strictly platonic, but nope! The writers decide it’s super important that Oliver knows *right now* that Felicity is single as she pours her heart out to him in her time of need.

The light is equally important, because this relationship (regardless of romantic or platonic) has to be a two way street. Felicity cannot always help Oliver find the light. He has to help her too.

Oliver does come through Felicity by the end of the episode. Not at first because he is equally struggling with the loneliness of the life he’s chosen. He can’t really advise Felicity against being alone because that’s the choice he’s made for himself. So much so, that Diggle takes him out for a burger and a little therapy session. After the disaster zone his past relationships have left in their wake, Oliver is tapping out. He doesn’t require a life, or entanglements, or feelings.

Diggle: You’ve been home for eight months Oliver, I don’t think you’ve left that island yet.

Diggle, per usual, disagrees. He wants Oliver entangled. He wants Oliver as entangled as he can get. It makes you wonder if he has someone specific in mind.

The Savior puts a big mirror up to Oliver’s face. He is man grieving the loss of his wife and chose to channel that rage and sadness into exacting his brand of justice. Oliver can see himself in Falk and he doesn’t like what he sees.

Being alone leads to exactly that. While Oliver may say he doesn’t want the complexity of relationships and the difficulties they can bring, the reality of living life alone can lead to some pretty terrible results. Falk cut himself off from his humanity. This lead to selecting victims who didn’t deserve to die. If Oliver wants to maintain a moral high ground, make difficult but ultimately right choices, then he needs his humanity fully intact. Humanity requires human contact.

Oliver reaches out to someone first, but it’s not Felicity. It’s L*urel. He wants to have dinner or coffee or whatever because he no longer wants to be on an island. It’s a nice line. It would have more meaning if we saw that dinner or conversation, but we don't.

Instead we see Oliver return home to the bunker, to Felicity and Diggle, and they debrief their latest Team Arrow victory. It would be easy to leave this scene at Felicity’s funny remark about Roy and Thea.

Diggle: You ok?

Oliver: Getting there.

Instead, Oliver acknowledges, more to himself, that he’s feeling better because John was right. Then we actually see this rigid man move and in the cutest way possible - with a little "Psst." It is a small yet definitive step towards his second chance.

Oliver approaches Felicity in the now brightly lit bunker and tells her she is not alone. He is there for her always. Felicity may not have a “boyfriend” to talk to, but she has Oliver.

Then he gently touches her shoulder and lets his hand linger there just long enough to even make Felicity wonder if maybe, just maybe, he means more.

Actions speak louder than words. Oliver may talk about not being on an island anymore with L*urel, but he leaves that island for Felicity.

Roy Harper

What are we doing with Roy Harper? Thus far it’s been a lot of Roy and Thea having the same “make better choices” argument and debate their wildly different economic lots in life. This is all well and good but we eventually need movement on this character and “Unfinished Business” give it to us BIG TIME.

Thea is understandably frustrated when Roy admits he plans to hold up a liquor store because he “owes” people in the Glades and that’s how this town works.

Thea: I got you a job at my brother’s club. You have choices. You don’t have to be a criminal.

Somehow this decision puts Roy in the Savior’s cross hairs. According to Falk, Roy Harper is a gang banger.

Roy has a criminal record and holding up a liquor store with an empty gun is not great, but a freaking death sentence? Calm down crazy. The Savior can’t find bigger fish to fry?

Roy doesn’t make excuses or ask for forgiveness when Falk challenges him to defend himself against his “crimes.” He doesn’t care if he lives or dies (just like someone else we know).

Roy: No one’s gonna miss me. I’m just a waste.

Gut punch. This kid wrecks me. Now Thea is crying in Tommy’s big brotherly-like arms. WE MUST SAVE THE PARKOUR PRINCE!!!

Felicity and Diggle determine Falk is on the old abandoned subway system in Star City, which is why he was moving locations. The Hood finds Roy before Falk can pull the trigger and they engage in a morality debate, which thankfully isn’t broadcasted across the whole city after the feed is cut off. Or maybe the city should have heard Oliver’s arguments.

Oliver: I understand being alone, but it doesn’t give you the right to kill people in cold blood.

The Savior challenges Oliver on the difference between them and, once again, he doesn’t have a lot to say. There's minimal morality wiggle room for Oliver. The only difference between the Savior and the Hood is the people they are choosing. Oliver wasn’t wrong at the beginning of the episode. He has more restraint. He also has a better list of names. The Savior should ask for a couple.

Killing the District Attorney and kidnapping Roy Harper show that Falk is very bad at being judge, jury and executioner. Arrow is putting other vigilantes up against Oliver to show that he is better. There is a good heart under that hood – a potential superhero’s heart. Oliver’s morals and how he measures the sins of others are more just, but that doesn’t make him right. These distinctions we are drawing between Oliver and people like Falk and Helena are merely shades of grey. He is balancing on a very razor thin edge.

Oliver begs Falk to give Roy a second chance, but is forced to put an arrow in him when he refuses. “Salvation” is asking an important question. Who is worthy of a second chance? And who decides who is worthy?

Killing not only ends someone’s life it removes the possibility for change. There is a clear distinction between a man like Nichols and Roy Harper. There should be consequences to sinful actions, but what sins warrant death and what sins warrant forgiveness? Who decides? It’s a question we grapple with constantly in our imperfect legal system and it’s one Oliver Queen must answer as the city’s self appointed protector.

Roy is an easy call to make. He made mistakes, but he is deserving of a second chance. However, the question of whether he is worthy of it can only be answered by Roy Harper. As he pulls the small arrow that saved his life out from his pocket, Roy is illuminated by a bright red light – a not so subtle nod to the Red Arrow.

And thus a hero’s journey begins with a second chance.

The Lance Family

This week on Loving the Lances… Dinah returns home with hopes of resurrecting their dead daughter but family secrets were unearthed instead. Dun dun dunnnnn!!!!

L*urel is on her own show, so I thought I’d give it a proper soap opera name. She never intersects with Oliver’s storyline except when she randomly pops up at the club looking for Tommy, but I digress. In all seriousness, this episode is pretty damn good because some scalding hot tea was spilled!

Dinah is CONVINCED that Sara is alive because she had the exact same baseball cap as the woman in the photo. This is such a weird detail to hang all her hopes on. Does Dinah think Sara was holding the rockets hat in her hand while she was swept out to sea? What’s with the hat? I HAVE QUESTIONS.

Long story short, Sara is truly dead. L*urel finds the woman in the photo. She’s American, spent some time in China and owns a Starling City Rocket’s hat. We’re going to pretend the Chinese Embassy can find some rando in a photo and deliver her name to L*urel in five seconds flat. Also, Oliver confirms once again Sara is dead and he never lies so we’re all good.

But now we can get to the really interesting part of this little Lance drama unfolding before us. L*urel has the same questions about the hat as I do! I am wildly uncomfortable being this much in agreement with her, but here we are.

Dinah came home while Sara was packing for her little get away with Oliver. She watched Sara pack the hat. Dinah told her not to go, but Sara said she was in love and following her heart even though others may not think it is right. Just like Dinah did with Quentin (side note – what’s the story on those two?)

Dinah: So I let her go. I killed my daughter.

HOLY FRIGGIN CRAP! MOMMY KNEW ABOUT THE CHEATING AND NOT ONLY DID SHE NOT SAYING ANYTHING TO L*UREL SHE LET SARA GO ON THE DAMN BOAT!!

This family is so jacked up. They make the Queens look halfway normal. Y’all I don’t even know what to do with this information. HOT. MESS. EXPRESS.

Clearly Dinah is riddled with guilt and is desperate to find Sara alive to erase the terrible decision she made, but she can’t erase it. Just like Oliver can’t.

Somehow this betrayal almost feels worse than what Oliver and Sara did. Alright, maybe that’s too harsh, but it feels just as bad. It feels like Dinah was taking sides and she chose Sara.

I really need a therapy session with these women to unpack all that, but this is Arrow and L*urel doesn’t get that much screen time. The best we’ll get is an awkward hug and L*urel asking her mother to call her sometime.

What L*urel is offering is a generous second chance. Perhaps she’s realized that forgiveness is less painful than holding onto all the anger and hurt. Perhaps Oliver coming home and her mother’s time away made her realize she wants Dinah in her life than not at all. It’s really only a decision L*urel can make, but it’s a chance Dinah needs to jump on. She didn’t stop being a mother when Sara died. L*urel needs her too.

Stray Thoughts

L*urel advises Thea to run from the bad boys. Snort. So it’s a “do what I say, not what I do” type of advice day.

Moira serves Frank up on a platter to Malcolm Merlyn as the person who hired Deadshot. Moira’s hands are getting pretty damn bloody.

It has to be hard on L*urel to see that the only time her parents can be in a room together, affectionately touching, and being on the same team, is when they are searching for Sara. I really felt bad for her this episode. Ugh.

Slade and Oliver ransom the chips for a boat. It goes disastrously. Now Yao Fei is captured again.

Hey! Shado speaks English and can kick ass. Neat!

“Keeps my ears warm.” He jokes!

“I’ll be home in a flash.” Dinah lives in Central City. Season 1 Jen didn’t get that reference, but I am a seasoned professional in the art of comic book references and I totally picked up on it the second time.

“Stay” by Rihanna was playing during Oliver & L*urel’s scene at the end of the episode. This was my song of pain in 2013. The Vampire Diaries used it in a particularly agonizing Stefan and Elena scene as well that year. It's like white hot pokers in my heart.

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