#making them cheaters was so dirty dc

[punnifullife]

I like that in some fanfics I've read about Robstar, some portray Dick Grayson as the adopted playboy son who dates supermodel Kory Anders. I think it's great.

Like, on one side Dick playboy dating supermodel

And on the other hand, Nightwing dating the alien superheroine Starfire.

(I didn't quite understand the subject until now but I found it interesting 👍)

i was always on the fence about a "playboy" dick grayson

[cloudlessly-light]

Hello! I love your fic where Aaron is obsessed with Ems breasts. Maybe you could write more but also Em has nipple piercing??? And Aarons obsession with it? Thank you 🫶

A/N: Thank you so much for the feedback on this story, you guys don't even know how motivating it is and it definitely made me write the next couple of chapters a lot faster!

Title: Love like mine (2/11) Chapter title: I’ll leave you hypnotized Summary: He wasn’t a cheater. Until her. Word count: 3,2k Rating: Explicit   Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, dirty talk, nipple play, nipple piercings, breast fucking, Aaron loves her breasts, but who wouldn’t? cheating

It seemed like once they started, they couldn’t seem to stop. She had walked into work the following day and they lasted until the end of it before she sneaked into his office and sucked him off as he stood against the door, hiding from view as her lips wrapped around him until he was spilling down her throat with his teeth dug into his fist to keep from being heard.

And that’s the beginning of their affair, something that’s filthy, hidden behind closed doors. It was something that was theirs, that no one else knew about and they were both happy to keep it that way. Emily thought that she’d feel worse, thought she’d have some kind of regret about what she was doing. But at the end of the day she wasn’t the one who was married. Although she could see it on him sometimes, flashes of it, a split second of worry, of guilt, but then he was looking at her with nothing short of want and the guilt was gone as quickly as it came.

Behind the locked door of her apartment, nothing really existed but them, and the pleasure they chased in each other’s skin. That’s all it was, an itch that needed scratching, that still hadn’t changed. Aaron used her just like she used him, pleasures and desires shared between her soft sheets, and sometimes on other surfaces of her apartment.

He was sure he’d never be able to be inside her home without thinking about her naked. He’d be in the kitchen and remember when he bent her over the counter, both of them mostly dressed as he fucked her until the front of her thighs was bruised from the power of his thrusts and he was coming with a low groan. Or he’d walk down the stairs and think about how she hadn’t been able to wait and rode him right there on the stairs, ignoring the way the hard edges dug into his back as she mewled his name in pleasure. Then it was the couch, the shower, hell even against the large window in the living room looking out over DC, basically every surface of her home was painted with them. And he found himself loving it.

It was memories he thought of almost fondly, even as he shared a bed with his wife. Sometimes he wondered what he was doing, would look at Haley’s relaxed face as she slept beside him and it hurt knowing that he was doing something that was hurting her. But he couldn’t seem to stop, whatever it was he had found within the walls of Emily’s apartment was something he didn’t want to give up. And he was selfish enough not to.

“Do you have plans tonight?” He asks as he leans back against the counter in the kitchenette in the office. To a bystander it looked like a normal relationship between coworkers, but Emily caught the slight arch of his eyebrow right before he took a sip of his coffee and she bit back a smirk.

“No I don’t.” She took a drink out of her own mug. “What about you? Got anything fun planned with the family this weekend?” The way her eyes gleam with something dark makes him want to wrap his hand around her throat.

“No, Haley is taking Jack to visit her parents until Sunday, they should be on their way right now actually.” He can see the way her smirk turns bigger but she hides it behind the cup in her hand.

“Would you want to go with me to see a play?” Spencer interrupts them, his voice excited as he pours himself a cup of coffee. “They’re showing Oedipus Rex. It’s a Greek tragedy about a man who fulfills a prophecy by killing his father and marries his mother. It’s actually fascinating, the point of it being fate versus free will-” He starts to ramble but is quickly cut off by Emily’s amused stare as Aaron clears his throat.

“I was actually going to take it easy, maybe see an old friend.” He gives the younger man a blank stare.

“Oh, well if you change your mind it’s only about two hours.” Spencer looks to Emily who simply shakes her head.

“I’m sorry Reid, maybe another time.” She smiles at him and tries not to feel bad about lying to him. Their relationship was still strained, his behavior toward her shifting often even after she had confronted him about it.

“It’s okay.” He shrugs and picks up his mug from the counter where he had put it. “I should finish some paperwork though.” He excuses himself and heads back towards his desk.

Once he’s gone and they’re alone, her eyes find his and any thought of Spencer Reid was gone.

“Want to have a sleepover with me, Mr. Hotchner?” She grins at the way his eyes narrow slightly at her.

“A sleepover huh?” The way his voice has dropped in that familiar way sends a tingle down her spine.

“A naked sleepover.” She says it quietly, just a second of standing too close to whisper the words against his ear before she stands back and walks back to her desk.

When she turns to look at him she can see the subtle nod of agreement. Suddenly she couldn’t wait for their weekend to start.

*

He shows up late, later than necessary, stuck somewhere between rushing through work to get to her place and knowing that this was new, even dangerous. Their time together had so far consisted of quick trysts and goodbyes mumbled in the dead of night. They didn’t do this, didn’t spend time together, except the few minutes before and after inevitably falling into bed.

But he couldn’t deny the need he felt for her, the way his body almost shook with the all-consuming want that only got worse the closer he was to knocking on her door.

She opens it dressed in nothing but a black, sheer negligee and he peaks the small metal bars in her nipples that he loves so much shine under the lights. Ever since they started sleeping together he had loved them, had spent time playing with them and watching as Emily arched further into his touch, always wanting more.

It had been close to two weeks since he’d seen them, work and not having an excuse to sneak off to see her to Haley enough for them to not having had time together. And when they did, it was hurried, frenzied, flies zipped down and pants pulled down just enough for them to find the kind of release they’d gotten used to by now.

“Hey.” She greets him, always collected, always hard to read, still somehow a mystery to him.

“Sorry I’m late.” Any doubt he had was gone the second he laid eyes on her, the usual fog of arousal he now associated with her quickly overcoming him. He pushed her back into her apartment, hands stroking over the material of her slip.

“I was beginning to think you had changed your mind.” She sighs into a kiss, the taste of him familiar to her by now. They stumble backwards as she starts to work on the buttons of his shirt, silently curses him for not wearing something that’s easier to get off.

“I almost did.” He swallows up whatever words on her tongue by kissing her again while he strips her of the only article of clothing she’s wearing. Her back connects with the wall and he pushes her against it easily, hand quickly finding its way between her legs.

“Why?” She whispers as he teasingly trails the pad of his fingers along the seam of her, collecting her slick on every run through.

“Because of this.” He holds his other hand up, the gold ring on his finger shining as he pushes that same finger into her mouth and watches with dark eyes as she sucks it. He watches in fascination as she sucks his finger deeper, down to his wedding band where her tongue licks over it, making his hard cock ache inside his slacks.

“Like that’s stopped you before.” She says once he’s pulled his finger from her lips to gently trace her nipple.

“I tried, but you have a knack for getting what you want.” He pulls gently on her nipple and then tugs the piercing while he buries two fingers inside of her and her head falls back against the wall with a soft moan. “Besides, you like it. We both know that one of the reasons why you want me is because I’m married.”

“That’s not true.” She argues but she knew that there really wasn’t any point. He could read her better than most, had figured that out even before their first night together and he proves it as he arches an eyebrow and looks at her with eyes that seems to set her ablaze.

“Isn’t it?” He asks as his fingers curl and she can’t keep the deep groan down. “There’s my girl.” He muses as he enjoys the way her center clenches at the praise. Then his eyes wander down to her chest and he ducks his head enough to lick over one of her nipples. When he bites it just hard enough for it to sting she whimpers and he hums against her skin.

“Bedroom.” She mutters as her fingers find their way to his hair to grip the short strands, wanting him messy, to not be as put together as he always was.

“Lead the way.” His voice is thick with arousal as he steps back enough for her to take his hand and head up to the bedroom. His other hand moves over her body, can’t seem to stop touching her. Once they’re upstairs he helps her with the rest of his clothes, not caring where they land on her floor just as long as he gets some relief from the close to painful ache between his legs.

“I’ve missed these.” He mumbles against her sternum as he kisses over her chest, fingers tweaking her nipples as she arches into his touch. “There’s something about these piercings that drives me insane.” He licks over a nipple before sucking on it and he feels her fingers back in his hair, tugging hard.

“I know.” She smirks down at him from where he’s kneeling between her legs, too focused on her chest to notice the slight teasing tone of voice. “I can see how you try to see them through my shirts at work. Sometimes I’m tempted to not wear a bra.”

He groans at the thought, of Emily walking into his office in one of those damn shirts that are just bordering on being too tight and the piercings showing through the fabric and he grinds his hips against the bed.

“I’d keep you under my desk, have my cock between your tits until I’m staining them with my cum.” He hears the hitch in her breath at his words before moving up to kiss her.

“Is that what you want?” She mumbles against his lips. “To have me as your toy? To use as you see fit?” When he ruts against her and stains her thigh with precum she grins knowingly. “Dirty boy.”

He’s so lost in the feel of her soft body against his and her silky voice in his ear that he’s caught off guard when she flips them around, a low groan rumbling in his chest when she settles above him. Immediately he sits up, his large hands grabbing at her hips to pull her against him as he buries his face in her chest again, sucking and biting hard enough to leave bruises on her skin.

Emily lets him, even when her nipples start to ache from the constant stimulation from his lips and tongue, knows that he could spend hours just concentrating on her breasts if she’d allow it. Secretly, she loves how much he enjoyed her body, felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that he would worship her for hours if he could. When she sinks down on him it’s slow, her body always needing to adjust to him and as he grunts around her nipple, she grinds her hips against his.

“How do you always feel so good?” She gasps as she starts to move. Her fingers are gripping his shoulders tightly, less careful now that she knows that he’s not going straight home. He had left numerous marks on her body since they started sleeping together, it was only fair that she’d leave hers just this once.

She rides him unlike how anybody ever had, she used his body for her own pleasure and as much as Aaron loved to be the one in control, there was something about knowing how much she got off on him letting her use him this way that always made his mind hazy with arousal. He knew that his insistent mouth on her chest must be starting to hurt, her skin red, almost raw and flushed, but she only pushed her chest against his face, offering her body to him willingly and his hips pushed up in response.

His hand banded over her back, helped her move above him even as he kept her close to him. It wasn’t long until her body was starting to tense, her moans coming out louder and breathier. When her hips buckled and her fingers tugged on his hair to pull him away from her chest, he knew she was getting close.

“You look so good like this.” He mumbled quietly, knew that she needed the slight nudge of his words to fall off the edge. “Gorgeous thing, fucking my cock so well.”

“Aaron, fuck-” Her words were cut off by a sharp thrust from him and she heard the satisfaction in his voice when he spoke.

“That’s it, so pretty like this, come for me Em, let me see you.” He moved one hand from her hip to instead grab the back of her neck, his large hand easily gripping it so he could watch her face. Only moments later he felt her tense as her eyes rolled back and mouth fell open in pleasure.

Her entire body felt like it exploded as her hips moved desperately against his, a guttural groan leaving her as she came. The pleasure was close to blinding, her eyesight going blurry and the only sound she heard was the thumping of her heart. She’s still coming down when he flips them back around and starts thrusting, his hips strong against hers.

“Fucking perfect.” He mutters against her neck as he chases his own release. “So good, my filthy perfect girl.” When her lips curled into a smile he looked down at her with heated eyes.

“Fuck my tits.” She gasped and she swore he forces himself keep his release at bay. “Fuck my tits and cum like you fantasize about.”

The sound that leaves him when he crawls up her body to straddle her waist was nothing short of a growl. Graveled and low and loud as he watched his swollen shaft land between her breasts. She pushed them together and he immediately started to thrust, eyes locked on the way his head peaked out through the top each time.

“Pain my skin with it.” She encouraged him, her dark eyes locked on the wild look on his face. His jaw clenched, sweat was slowly rolling down his neck, his body tensing more with every push of his hips. “Come for me, Aaron.”

“Jesus Christ, Em.” He hissed through clenched teeth and then she ducked her head enough to swipe her tongue over the tip of him and he was coming. His fist hit the wall as he groaned, his hips twitching as his release hit her skin everywhere from between her breasts to the hollow of her throat and her chin. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight and when Emily swiped her finger through some of his cum and then licked the pad of her finger, he knew she might be the death of him.

He forcefully pulled her up to kiss him, tasting himself on her tongue with a growl and she kissed him back just as forcefully. When he pulled back her dark eyes were gleaming, his reaction to her always deeply satisfying.

“I’m going to eat you out until I’ve had my fill, and then I’m fucking you again.” He whispered against her face before moving down the bed.

She smiles and spreads her legs wider, because in what world would she say no to that?

They spend the night together, for the first time a whole night, lost in pleasure and each other and the next morning Emily wakes up to the smell of coffee coming from her kitchen. Her body aches in the most delicious way as she stretches on the bed. She grabs his shirt from the floor and puts it on, only buttoning one button in the middle of her chest before walking downstairs.

She finds him in the kitchen, pouring the coffee as eggs are cooking in a frying pan.

“Good morning.” Her voice is rough from moaning and sleep and she can tell that Aaron enjoys the way it sounds.

“Good morning.” He smiles and pushes the mug across the counter for her to take. “Did you sleep well?” His eyes rake over her frame and tries to ignore the way he finds himself liking how she looks in his clothes.  

“Like a log.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “How long have you been up?” She peaks past him to see groceries she knew she most certainly didn’t have the night before on the counter.

“Not too long. I did get us some food through, you know since your fridge was empty except for wine and milk.” He teases and she arches an eyebrow in faux hurt.

“I’m sure I had something in the freezer!”

“You did not.” He laughs when she rolls her eyes at him. It was surprisingly easy, being with her this way, he thought.

“I’ll have you know you’ve just robbed my kitchen of its virginity.” It’s her turn to laugh when his eyes get big in surprise.

“Are you telling me that you’ve never cooked in here?” He puts the fried eggs on the plates along with the toast and some berries.

“I’m never home! And when I am I usually get takeout.” She defends but he only shakes his head at her. “I’ll have you know, wine, coffee and milk are all the essentials I need.”

“Emily!” He chastises, but his tone is teasing and soft as he carries the plates to the table. “I’m cooking dinner, you’re doing the dishes.” He smiles when she nods and sits down next to him happily.

It shouldn’t have been so easy, deciding to spend the day together. But neither of them wanted to worry about that. At least not now.

[jmagnabo92]

Sailing to Freedom - Ch 12 - The Chaos vs the Bliss

@aroyallybigbangrwrb

Alex and Henry are living in blissful ignorance of the chaos going on in DC for his mother's campaign.

AO3

***

September 29th, 2020

Henry enters the sitting room of the boat with a couple of drinks for him and Alex with the intention of inviting him to the hot tub when he sees Alex and Schmitty apparently competing in some sort of dance game.  He glances at Cash and his own PPO, Hector, laughing on the couch.  Cash is laughing much more openly, while Hector is trying to contain himself, but even the palace training cannot prepare him for the smack talk spewing from Alex and Schmitty as they dance ridiculously on these mats.

He's not sure how he’s supposed to react to this, but luckily, the song ends and Alex yells, “HA!  I win!”

“It’s not fair, kid, you can move faster than me since I’m so old.”

“You’re barely ten years older than me,” Alex counters.  “I’m just that good.  I’m still the king!”

At this, Henry laughs.  “You’re the king?  Really?  Weren’t you the one that said, ‘Fuck the monarchy’?”

“Well, you know how much I love –”

“Family Friendly, Alex!” Cash yells. 

Alex pouts, but says, “He started it.”

Henry shakes his head, playfully.  “Anyway, since apparently, Cash has sensitive ears, what exactly did I walk in on?”

Cash looks offended, but this causes Hector to completely lose it. 

“It’s, uh, DDR,” Alex states, choking on his own laugh.  “Please tell me you’ve heard of it.”

Henry looks at the mats on the ground and then up at the screen, shaking his head.  “No, I haven’t.”

“I swear that you’ve lived under a rock.  How do you not know about Dance, Dance, Revolution?” Alex asks, aghast.

“Considering how utterly ridiculous you looked, I think you could put the pieces together as to why I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Well, then, guess it’s your turn to look ridiculous.”

“I think not,” Henry retorts as Alex takes the drinks from him and sets them down on the nearby little table. 

“Oh, yes, you and me – you’re going to play, I’m going to kick your ass, and it’s going to be fun!”

“No, I don’t –” Henry starts, but Alex has already put him in the center of the mat and fluttered his eyelashes at him.

“Please, Baby.”

Henry’s too weak for Alex’s eyelashes and calling him ‘baby’, so he reluctantly nods.  “Fine, one song.  That’s it.”

“Great!”

He briefly explains about trying to line up the steps with when they reach the bottom of the screen, before picking a song – the exact same song from New Year’s Eve. 

“You have to be kidding me.”

“Nope!  Come on, baby, you promised!”

“I’m going to look ridiculous.”

“That’s half the fun!”

Unfortunately, the song starts distracting them, and Henry immediately sucks at this game.  Not that he cares because (even though he won’t admit it), it’s definitely fun and he just wants to have fun with Alex.  Maybe with enough dances, he’ll even beat him.

Guess the hot tub will be for another day.

***

“You can’t seriously think that the lies are working,” June states, plainly as she stands by the window of the Oval Office.  There’s currently a protest outside that shows no evidence of slowing down despite it being over 48 hours since it started.  The protesters hold up signs that read: Free Alex, No Closet Is the Best Closet, and Down with Beards. 

At first, June didn’t get the beards thing, but then she saw an article that delved into how she and Nora were the boys’ straight beards and how hard it must’ve been for ‘those poor boys’ to lie to the world on the Monarchy and White House’s orders.  At least, no one’s talking about Alex being a dirty rotten disloyal to family cheater anymore.

Today, she sees additional signs that include some not-at-all friendly things about her mother and how she’s not the ally she claims she is.  Most, if not all, of the public does not believe that Richards faked the emails to make her look bad…

And it’s not even because of Liam and Pez’s plots to help Alex and Henry show the truth because Liam hasn’t posted anything yet, it was because Alex has been absent from First Son duties since the DNC, which literally lines up with the emails.  Everything in the emails lines up with the obvious facts about what’s been happening in their lives. 

“They’re going to work, we just need to prove that Richards was at least up to something,” Zahra counters.

“Well, then, it sounds like I’m your girl,” Nora says entering the office without a second thought at the security trying to stop her.  “I have news on that front.”

“News?”

“I got an anonymous email a couple of days ago, obviously from a dummy account, with all sorts of data on it that proves that Richards has been following Alex around trying to prove that something was up since you fired him.  He probably figured that something was up with Alex when suddenly he wasn’t attending events with Henry or allowed on First Son duties.”

“Why didn’t you send this through the proper channels?” Zahra asks.

“Because I don’t trust the proper channels to care about Alex the way that I do,” Nora says, cuttingly.  “I wanted to make sure it was real, too.  I know that it is, but I can’t figure out who sent it.”

Everyone surrounds Nora as they look through hundreds of email threads with photos and invoices of proving that Richards set his sights on Alex after Alex was fired after the DNC.  He’d clearly had suspicions about Alex before then, noting the turnaround with the previous animosity to suddenly seeing each other far more often.  Firing him had only made Richards more focused on Alex knowing something was being covered up there.

There’s chatter all around them as everyone discusses things all at once.

June and Oscar both notice something in the email.  A code to who may have sent it.  “Is that an address?”

“Yes, but it just brings me to a Five Guys in Colorado,” Nora answers.  “The rest looks like some kind of order?”

“Why would someone send a Five Guys location nowhere near us?” Oscar questions, frowning. 

“Because Alex was in Colorado with Luna for an entire summer, remember?” June questions.  “He worked on his campaign and talked about it all the time.”

Everyone’s looking at all confused, of course, they wouldn’t remember.  They’ve all been busy with their jobs, and as much as she loves Oscar, she knows that he hasn’t spent nearly as much time talking to Alex as she has. 

“Contact Luna, I’m sure if you offer him immunity that he’ll be your source.”

“Well, at least it’s a lead.  Good job, girls.”

***

October 1st, 2020

“What would you think of stopping the boat today?” Henry questions.  They’ve been a bit stuck with indoor activities since it rained the previous day and with the sun shining, why not stop and swim?

It’s not like they’re in a hurry to get to shore since things have been… well, touchy at best.  There’s no guaranteeing what awaits them when they get to shore that things will be all sunshine and rainbows so why bother rushing to land? 

Especially when they could just enjoy what they have going on in peace in the middle of the ocean.

“You wanna just chill in the middle of the ocean?” Alex questions.

“Why not?  We can enjoy the water and it’s not like we’re in a hurry to make it dry land, right?”

“I suppose not.”

Henry frowns.  “We don’t have to if you don’t want to…”

“It’s not that I don’t.”

“Go on, then, what is it?”

Alex sighs.  “I’m a little bit in a hurry because I keep hoping that things’ll be different, that with what Liam and Pez are doing for us, that they would… you know … change their minds?  That we’d get the support I’d been looking for all this time… delaying things by stopping the boat would mean that … I’d be anxious for another day.”

“I don’t want you to be anxious about anything, I just thought, it might be a good distraction.  The storm yesterday slowed us down, and I thought maybe a break would be good.  However, if you don’t want to –”

“I want to do anything that you want to do,” Alex assures him.  “I just – maybe this’ll be what I need to do to get me out of my head.”

Henry smiles.  “If you’re sure…”

“I am, baby.  Let’s do it – sun and water might just be the cure I need.”

“Good.”

***

June sighs as she reads the posts and looks at the photos on the blogs dedicated to Alex and Henry and run by their best friends.  Liam and Pez have been having a bit too much fun with their headlines and stories. 

The pictures of Alex and Henry that were approved by them to be shared followed by short excerpts about the photos shown. 

The first few posts included snapshots of articles that prompted conversations (the article about Henry’s holiday and Alex’s ‘going to be a dad’) – June and Bea had provided photos of their siblings mooning at their phones from even before they got together.  Alex had even included the flirty texts from Henry, but we were ever so careful dear which seemed to get a lot of likes.

They moved on to the Great Turkey Calamity, which June was able to provide some evidence through Alex’s fear, and Alex had provided screenshots of their conversation along with the pictures and a brief on Henry’s prank on him.

Luckily, there were other personal things missing as even with the emails, Pez and Liam had been given certain edits to respect their privacy. 

“God those two were ridiculously oblivious,” Nora says as she waltzes into June’s room and spies the latest blog post.

“I think you mean; Alex was.  Henry had been crushing hard and just taking what he could get,” June says with a smile.  “It’s so great that something good came out of their faked friendship.”

“The only thing that would make it better is someone getting your mom to just admit the truth.”

June sighs, again.  “I just don’t get her, honestly.  It’s clear that what she’s doing isn’t working, why keep the chaos going when it’s not working?”

“Terrible advisors,” Nora states.  “They are making this relationship a bigger deal than it should be.  Alex was right – it’s not like they’re anything more than figureheads right now.  Henry’s fourth in line behind a brother who’s married and a sister that’s older.  The odds of him being King someday are unlikely.  And Alex – he’s only going to be the President’s Son for max another four years and it’s not even like he has powers or anything.”

“And yet, they’ve been acting like Alex is the president and Henry’s the king,” June states, frowning.  “That just … it doesn’t make any sense to be blowing this up like this.”

“I agree and sooner rather than later, your mom’s going to have to face the music.”

“I just wonder when that’s going to be.”

“Me too.”

***

October 3rd, 2020

The Leak Poll: Real Love Story or Faked by the Richards’ Campaign

Results: 47% Real - 27% Faked - 26% Undecided

***

The Progressive President: Standing Up for LGBTQ+ People of America, Except Her Own Son?  The recent email leak suggests that the First Son’s disappearance and holiday with his potential Prince Charming is the result of the President firing her own son for a relationship with a man.  Can we really trust that the president is as progressive as she claims?

***

Ellen throws the morning’s paper down, feeling like she’s been backed into a corner.  She’s not been having the best last few days.  It’s been almost a week since the Leak and her numbers keep dropping.  Despite their attempt to claim that Richards had faked the emails, the timeline of her firing of Alex looked exactly like he had claimed it would when he tried to convince her to just let them come out. 

It appeared that their efforts in pointing out that Richards plotted to leak (and fake) the emails had blown up in her face.  The people either believed the emails were real, but leaked, which turned her into a not-as-progressive President as they believed and a bad mom for caring more about her presidency than her son or the emails were faked, but there’s some truth to them given Alex’s disappearance from the White House and appearance by the prince’s side, which means the main truth visible in the ‘faked’ emails was that Ellen had fired him for being in a relationship with the prince.  Either way, she loses. 

Trying to force the faked narrative isn’t working when combined with the leak, but telling the truth isn’t going to help either. 

She’s at a loss on what to do.

***

“Being at sea is very interesting,” Alex says as he leads Henry out onto the deck.  He’d taken Henry’s quiet time of writing or reading to set up a romantic late-night dinner for the two of them.  The rest of the crew and security were asleep, aside from those making sure the boat doesn’t run into anything and keeps on track for Barbados. 

“Oh, how so?”

“It’s quiet and still.  It gives you the chance to just be… watching the water or looking at the stars.  The world just melts away.”

“I do enjoy the stillness, the water, the stars, you… I could live on this boat forever.”

Alex turns to him as he arrives at the picnic blanket that he’d set out for them.  “I think I could, too.”

“It’s too bad that we will eventually have to deal with our responsibilities,” Henry laments. 

They both know that’s true.  They could hide for a while, but at some point, they’ll have to surface.  It wasn’t fair to their protectors, who have families and didn’t sign on to go into hiding.  Plus, being in hiding wasn’t exactly what they wanted, they wanted normal lives and support to be together as they live those normal lives. 

Living like this is fun for now, but it wasn’t the answer and sadly, they both knew that.  Maybe it could’ve been… before the photos and all of the lies, but with their trip on blast and being the focus of so many articles, it was never going to be the way they intended for it to be.

Before Alex could respond, however, Henry turns and looks at what Alex has set out for them.  “It amazes me that you manage to find different dates while we’re stuck on a boat in the middle of the sea.”

Alex grins.  “I can be quite creative when I need to be.  You like?”

“I love,” Henry says, pulling him close and kissing him softly.  He eyes the boombox on the corner of the blanket.  “What’s this?”

Alex smiles.  “I found your collection of CDs, I know these days most people use Spotify or YouTube, some of them even use the radio stations, but none of those are available to us out in the middle of the ocean, so… CDs are the only option.”

He’d chosen CDs that had more instrumental music, soft and romantic that they could dance to. 

“You want to have a picnic and dance?”

“Why not?” Alex questions.  “That’s the perk of being on your own boat instead of like, a cruise ship.  We can do whatever we want, and no one will stop us.”

Henry smiles.  “I think I’m surprised that you’re so into slow dancing.  I don’t recall you dancing much at the wedding.  Although, I do recall some glaring.”

Alex laughs as he thinks about Cash’s comment on the flight over to the wedding.  Maybe he wanted to dance with him even then but didn’t realize it.

“Well, to be fair, I was … confused at the wedding.  You were right that I was sort-of obsessed with you, and I just… I think I didn’t yet know that I wanted to be the one dancing with you, letting you whisper sweet nothings in my ear, and ending the dance with a sweet kiss and a promise for more.”

Henry hums.  “I bet that would’ve caused more chaos than the cake falling on us.”

Alex laughs.  “It definitely would have.”

“But it’s a nice fantasy.  Imagining you and I are Philip’s wedding dancing across the floor everyone talking about when the next wedding will be, cheering us on.  It’s all I ever wanted back then; I would’ve loved for it to happen…”

“But even now, you don’t think it will?”

“I am the pessimist here, remember?” Henry offers rather than answering the question.  “I think we don’t know what’s going to happen and it’s best that we do not think about it.”

Alex doesn’t really like the turn of the conversation.  He’s been trying not to think about the chaos of the outside world and focus on the bliss they’ve found while out at sea. 

“You’re right – let’s not think about it.  Whatever comes will come, but right now, let’s just be happy here in this moment together.”

“Sounds good, love.”

***

First Prince on The Rise: As more posts by the self-proclaimed numberonefirstprinceshipper and theprinceandthefirstsonshipper appear with details that match the emails and timeline of the Prince’s friendship with the First Son the likelihood of the emails being faked is dropping by the moment.  What will the White House do to combat this effect on the President’s second term campaign?  See page six for theories. 

[glapplebloom]

My original pitch for Surfer’s opponent.

Superman is having a slow day. Metropolis is peaceful for once. Even the Police got a crook before Superman could act. But in another Universe, the Silver Surfer flew the universe like he usually does. But he found a strange planet he had never seen before, despite going to that sector for a millennium. And as he was exploring, he just popped.

The next thing we knew, the Silver Surfer was in Metropolis and Superman was on Krypton. The Kryptonians are being invaded and they mistakenly took Superman as one of them. But why would they? He speaks good enough Kryptonian. That’s because the invaders are known for blending in. And the one attacking: the Super Skrull.

Meanwhile Surfer’s Power Cosmic was going haywire. Everyone is assuming he’s a bad guy and even the Contessa (Luthor’s wife at the time give or take) attacked him. When the Surfer tried to escape to the stars, he found he was in a shrunken city in an unknown location. And the Fortress of Solitude’s defenses went on the attack. With a strong desire to destroy.

Superman struggles since being on Krypton he’s running out of Yellow Sunlight but it turns out it was just a mind thing. When Super Skrull saved the aliens, Clark noticed that they were flashing between Kryptonians and a different species. This means he’s not at Krypton and realizes everything is a trick. And the only one who could be responsible for this cruel game is Mister Mxyzptlk.

SURPRISE! It’s not. It was the Impossible Man all along. Turns out he saw Mixed Pickles popping in between the spaces of dimensions and using their combined powers, brought Superman and Surfer to each other’s world. The game is for one to suspect it’s the other’s Imp opponent and the Impossible Man won. So he goes to Myx to announce he won.

But Mxyzptlk is a dirty cheater. Not only is he putting people’s lives in danger, the game isn’t over yet. The only rule is that Surfer and Superman must not meet. Impossible Man is so upset, he decides to fight Myx. They change into other Marvel and DC heroes and villains and, in Surfer’s words, are fighting like children throwing toys at each other.

That’s when the Surfer decided to change the Impossible Man to Superman. This begins a series of tricks on the 5th Dimensional Imp. Starting with making Superman come here but keep Surfer here as well, ending the game. How? The Impossible Man said he’ll do it just as the Silver Surfer said, and he never said about going back. 

Of course, with a shrunken City in one dimension and the Real Skrulls ready to invade in another, they need to clean up this mess. Surfer volunteers to unshrink the City and he does. Myx complains he doubts he could do it if he turned Metropolis into a cartoon or something but with the Power Cosmic, he probably could undo that. 

Continuing to trick Myx by sending the Heroes to Marvel, they fix the Alien’s holographic defenses as Surfer scares off the Skrulls. Surfer finally gets treated like a hero instead of a harbinger of death. We get a little exchange of history as the two go back to their own words with the idea that these events will fade from their memories. 

One thing to mention: In a DC Comic, Mixed Pickles claimed he was the Impossible Man, but that could be a completely different universe. Still, overall, this is a great crossover. Myx and Impossible Man bounce off each other great and seeing Superman and Silver Surfer interact with each other, as briefly as it was, was a treat. If you get a chance, I highly recommend reading this for yourself.

[jostenneil]

i know u don’t ship them but talina?

ok this is so funny bc a month ago i was like idk why these two would ever get along :/ and now i'm like the parallels. . . the contrasts. . . the unique experience of being a girl bruce feels compelled to save but bc of his unreliability they always end up saving themselves. . . there's so much potential there dc isn't using omg but ANYWAY

doesn’t listen to music. ever. / thankfully they're both cultured women who realize music is good for the soul and tag team to get bruce into impromptu dance parties held in his living room while they all get drunk on wine and eat those crackers with rich people cheese while laughing like idiots

has never had a pomegranate / selina asks talia if it counts if she's had pomegranate juice bought from the grocery store

is a tax evader / SELINAAAAA. she'll drop dead before she gives money to a government that doesn't give a damn about people like her and talia's story about how she fucked over lex completely in part due to some cleverly crafted tax evasions makes selina smile

is against legalizing marijuana / neither bless their hearts

gets computer viruses the most / these are smart women they know better than to indulge in the internet to the degree that something like this would actually happen and when bruce complains about damian learning to hack the batcave computers from his conversations with dick the two of them cackle

fell for an email scam and lost a lot of money / neither see above

hooked up with someone in a gas station bathroom / selina absolutely but she robbed the guy when it was over bc he was a dick and talia can't help but smile at the tale

has a peanut allergy / neither

has an account on reddit / neither that's stuff for babies

is sexist / neither

knows how cryptocurrency works / talia she's gotta know all about it if she's going to have any chance at destroying it after all!

seasons their food exclusively with salt and pepper / selina can deal with eating bland food like she doesn't care care but if she's not short on time or having an existential crisis she'll head over to the grocery store and make something fancy for herself so like. this is selina but not always

doesn’t remove the lint in the dryer before turning it on / neither

is a cheater / i mean we know both women know how to cheat the games they play and frankly i respect them for it! they know you have to get your hands dirty sometimes to reach the cleaner end goal and that's totally something i could see them acknowledging each other over

[harveywritings92]

Cheater! Tim Drake x Reader Part 1

The following is a non profit fan based story Batman, Red hood, Nightwing etc. belongs to DC Comics please support the official release.

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I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs  and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!

Y/n practically flew up the steps of Wayne manor she was so excited! She had to tell Tim, she got the voice acting gig she'd trying for Outta Wack productions! she was a voice actress and apart of the Trophy Scavenger team effective next week! She knocked and ringed the doorbell.

 Dick eating a bowl of cereal answered "ey y/nf!" he greeted as he swallowed a spoon full of Trix he moved aside to let her in Jason who was reading Terry Pratchett's Mort nodded and grunted at her as the h/c merrily walked inside "Is Tim in his room? I got big news!" She chirped and went upstairs practically skipping.

Dick chuckled at her enthusiasm then back to watching cartoons. When it slowly dawned on the brothers; they were pretty sure they both heard Y/n getting 'busy' with Tim in his room, they blanched as Dick was the first to speak "w-wait if Y/n just got here...." Jason whipped his head towards the stairs. "The who the hell is up there with Tim?!" Dick dropped his bowl while Jason bolted over couch and they ran upstairs to catch up with Y/n.

only hear a horrified "WHAT THE FUCK!" the two almost trip when they stopped in front of Tim's room to see a shocked and crying Y/n who was staring at Steph and Tim who were both naked and staring at the three stunned. no one moved nor said anything when a hollow bitter laugh came from the h/c a few seconds of her laughter she spoke up.

 "Jaime was fucking right..." she snorted as tears blurred her vision. "You fucking bastard! You knew I was cheated on in my last relationship! How could you!?"she demanded as taking a step towards them Dick held her back as the 'couple' flinched, the h/c was hands were shaking she so fucking distraught she "He and Bart told me you had a thing for Steph...Did I fucking listen--"

Y/n shook her head "No, Y'know what?...Fuck this! Fuck you both! you deserve each other!" She then turned to Tim took out the cellphone he had gotten her and threw it at him, the phone hit the raven haired boy in the head causing it to turn on and a picture of himself and Y/n came up on the lock-screen he looked down at it dazed.

"Never come near me again...I hate you Timothy Drake." she spat venom dripping off of every word Tim look sick as he watched her shove passed Dick and Jason who were still staring stunned that Tim would betray Y/n like this.

 "I'm gonna go make sure Y/n's alright, help her get home..." Jason muttered and followed after the heartbroken girl, While Dick just shook his head in disbelief at his younger brother disappointment and shame clear in his eyes "Way go Tim, you got the girl you always wanted..." said boy had yet to move from his spot eyes still glued to the phone screen.

Y/n... the way she looked at him with devastation and malice, her words kept echoing in his head "...I hate you Timothy Drake"  Every word felt like a dagger was twisting into his heart...Why? He wasn't in love with Y/n...he just using her,right? that was the plan...act as a rebound. Make Steph jealous then break-up with Y/n before it got too serious (he skipped that step.) and start dating Steph...after all that, He couldn't have fallen for Y/n, right?

The answer was pretty clear as his blue eyes stayed on the screen, focus on Y/n's happy face, it was mocking him. Tim felt dirty as every memory and moments they had shared together started replaying in his head. Tim hadn't realized he was crying until a few tears landed on the cellphone. He hadn't even noticed Steph curse him out and leave. 

Needless to say, the last couple weeks wasn't much of a shock to anyone. Steph wanted nothing to do with Tim, she punched him in the face when he tried talking to her, "You two timing sleaze! I had to find out from Barb, you and Y/n were dating for almost a year and six months! You lying son of a bitch!" she hit him again then called him every name in the book; 

Tim just stood there and took it knowing he deserved every bit of it "Well I hope it was fucking worth it, because we're through!" She yelled before storming off. And as for Y/n nobody seen or heard from her since the incident, and no one would tell him where she was, He asked Jason who was the last person to see her and he told Tim to shove it.

He ended up going to Y/n's apartment and a shady looking guy answer the door. Tim's jaw clenched he was pissed thinking Y/n had gotten together with this guy! he pushed himself passed the guy and looked around the apartment. His anger soon turned to fear and confusion to see all her stuff was gone and unpacked boxes littered the living room. 

"Hey, you can't ju-" The guy reached for Tim's shoulder only for the teen to grab his hand and bend it behind the man's back."Who the hell are you, what are you doing here?" the teen hissed the man winced feeling Tim's hold tighten he stuttered out his name and how he just bought the place from some depressed chick who's boyfriend cheated on her.

"How..do you know about that?"

 "S'what the neighbors told me, I take it the boyfriend is you?"

"Where's the girl now?"

"I don't know! some animation company hired her out of state...She's gone."

Tim's eyes widened he dropped the guy and just stared at his feet, the teen was silent for a few seconds then apologized walked out of the apartment and just as he was about leave he heard the guy speak up. 

"Y'know love is pretty confusing kid, Some are together for life... others aren't so great at it...But that doesn't stop them from trying, I hope it works out for the both of ya's..." Tim frowned taking what the guy said to heart and walked down the stairs and out into the street he stared blankly at the sky for a minute.

 Figures it would be a beautiful sunny day while he's miserable, he then locked on to to some trash cans that were left out, a sudden rush of anger overcame the teen his foot came up kicking one of them sending it crashing into a wall denting it. 

Tim let out a shaky breath then continued back to his car, thinking about how he had picture perfect life and a girl who loved him. and not for money, fame or any other form of greed. But loved him for being his own horrid self...And he threw that all away, because he couldn't let go of a stupid crush! 

Tim looked at Y/n's phone which was resting on his dash, He stared at it forlornly she must've known he put a tracker in it...Clever girl, Too bad he was to hung up on getting Steph to like him to notice at the time... It was a long drive back to the manor, Tim stayed hulled up in his room burying himself in work only coming out for patrol or if Alfred forced him out to eat, he made the wrong call and he's paying for it.  

2 years later...

"Tim my boy, someone your age should have a nice girl by his side..." And old man boasted to the young CEO, Tim mentally rolled his eyes annoyed and exhausted, listening to Mr. Georgeman boast about his grand-niece, every fricken time he went to gala, there was always some old money or debutante type who would try to set him up with their pretty young niece,cousin,daughter or granddaughter...

And every time he'd turn them down...he learned a long time ago saying that he'd "think about it." gave the parents and the girl false hope and the wrong impression; dates would be set up without his knowing, or he'd show up to a "lunch meeting" and see a living barbie doll dressed to the nines waiting for him.

 which would end in tears and embarrassment for them both when he turned them down, or the girls would show up at his job or apartment whining and wondering why he stood them up.

Now whenever ever a meeting was set up he'd double check to see who set it up and message them to cancel, it saves him the embarrassment and spares the girls their feelings. Tim was pulled out of his reverie by the old man patting his shoulder. 

"Well Mr.Drake would you be interested in my Luba?" the raven haired boy's eye twitched just a bit..."Erm... I'm sorry sir, I'm not looking for a relationship at the moment." Mr. Georgeman bristled at Tim's rejection and stomp away into the crowed which Tim surveyed he sighed checking his watch wondering if he's at that point where he's stayed long enough? and it was nearly quarter-past nine...

Tim hummed and slipped away from the ball room and out into the hotel lobby, when he saw a group of girls gasp when they saw him, They advanced towards him, Till one of them noticed something over his shoulder and shrieked excitedly, Tim sighed annoyed waited for the person to rush up to him and ask for a selfie or whatever only for the person to yell.

"Oh my god it's Y/n L/n!" Tim blinked Y/n...his Y/n? he whirled around as the girls forgot about him, and made a beeline for the h/c who wasn't alone he saw Jaime and Bart with her, but that's not what he was focus on...

His eyes instead were focused on the little raven haired girl who was freaking out and crying at all camera flashes going off. Causing Jaime to step in front of Y/n and the kid protectively, Bart took the baby from the h/c and got into the elevator while Jaime tried to get everyone to back up. "ey,ey everybody just needs ti calm down here" the Latino urged waving his hands. 

"Y/n!? was that Erin, she's gotten so big!"

"Whens your next album coming out?"

"Are you dating Bart or Jaime?"

"Did Erin get the dragon hoodie I sent?" 

"Will you marry me?"

Y/n was overwhelmed by the sudden ambush she barely had any breathing room to think! then she saw him... Tim standing a few feet from her. the h/c felt goosebumps form on her arms, as she watched his eyes narrow and he advanced towards her, she tugged on Jaime's shirt. 

"I see him too.." he said eyes glancing over his shoulder. Y/n took a deep breath and faced the crowed. "To answer your questions, Yes, June, neither, yes, NO!...anymore questons will be answered at the convention, goodnight!" Y/n and Jamie got into an elevator before Tim could reach them or anyone could stop them.

"That was too close!" Y/n sighed sliding down the wall Jaime sat down next to her. "You can't keep avoiding him, hermana." he said causing the girl to snort. "Yes I can! I've been doing it for two years." she huffed crossing her arms, the Latino frowned damn this girl is stubborn!

 "And what about Erin? what are you gonna do when she starts asking about her dad?" The h/c frowned she hadn't thought that far ahead, according to Bart; Her and Tim were apparently still together in the future, she scoffed when she heard that! As if she would take that cheater back! maybe in upside-down world! But in real life that bridge wasn't just burned, it was nuked beyond repair!

"Well what are you going to tell her?" Jaime asked again Y/n hummed "I don't know..." she mumbled Jamie patted her knee and they got up when the elevator pinged telling them they were at their floor, when they got to their room they found Bart waiting sitting on a chair watching TV while bouncing Erin on his knee, He looked nervous as he saw them come in "Tim called...He wants to meet with you." Y/n took Erin from him and balanced the toddler on her hip.

"Well, that's too bad c'os I don't want to meet him." Bart winced as she said this "it's kind of important that you meet him Y/n..." Speedster urged but, h/c wasn't having it, every time he even mentioned Tim she would stare or shoot him down, eventually the brown haired man begrudgingly dropped it. Both he and Jaime knew that Tim wasn't going let it go...he will find a way to get Y/n alone, especially since now Tim saw Erin...he was going want answers.

[badlandsloop]

D&D Homebrew: Fighter Subclass: Scoundrel

To others, the Scoundrel's fighting style is dishonorable or dirty, to a Scoundrel its just good tactics. They keep their opponents guessing and always at a disadvantage. Few can maintain their composure against the Scoundrel's tide of underhanded tricks and other dirty fighting styles. Most Scoundrels cultivate an air of cockyness, either to throw off their foes or because messing with the enemy has inflated their ego.

Dirty Fighting Style

At 3rd level, choose one of the following options:

Shoot Their Limbs: The first time you hit a creature with a ranged weapon attack on your turn, that creature's movement is reduced by 10 feet.

Aim for the Vitals: Once per turn, you can deal extra 1d6 damage to one creature you hit with a melee attack if you have advantage on the attack roll. The attack must use a finesse weapon. You don't need advantage on the attack roll if another enemy of the target is within 5 feet of it, that enemy isn't incapacitated, and you don't have disadvantage on the attack roll.

Make Some Room: When you hit a creature with a melee weapon attack with a heavy weapon, you can shove them as a bonus action. This shove can only move them.

Rinse and Repeat: When you score a critical hit on a creature with a light weapon, all attacks you make on that creature until the end of the turn are with advantage if they are also made with light weapons.

Grab the Collar: When you hit a creature with a melee weapon attack from a one handed or versitile weapon, you can grapple them as a bonus action.

Slip Away: As long as you are wearing light or medium armor you may use the disengage action as a bonus action.

Throw Your Weight Around: When a creature misses you with a melee attack, you can use your reaction to shove that creature if you are wearing heavy armor. This shove can only knock them prone.

Pocket Sand

Starting at 7th level, when you take the attack action you can forgo one of your attacks to throw sand or other detritus to attempt to blind a creature within 10 feet of you. That creature must make a Constitution saving throw, the DC of which is 8 + your Strength or Dexterity modifier + your Proficiency bonus. That creature is blinded on a failure and can use its action to repeat the saving throw on its turn, ending the blindness on a success. Once you use this feature you cannot do so again until you finish a short rest (to gather more sand).

Additional Dirty Fighting Style

At 10th level, you can choose a second option from either the Dirty Fighting Style or the Fighting Style class feature.

Cheater's Critical

Starting at 15th level, when you roll a 17-19 on a weapon attack you can make it become a critical hit. Once you use this feature you cannot do so again until you finish a short rest.

Slippery Bastard

Starting at 18th level, you can use your action to end one condition on yourself, exhaustion cannot be alleviated this way. You can use this feature a number of times equal to your Constitution modifier between long rests. Additionally, you can spend two uses of this feature to change the result of a weapon attack against you to a 1.

[dontjudgemepeepswrites]

An Eventful Day - Jake Peralta

y/n - your name

y//f/n - your full name

y/s/n - your surname

y/f/tv/s - your favourite tv show

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Requested on Wattpad.

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Trigger warnings: cheating, name calling, rape mentions and just a character being an overall asshat.

"Hey, babe. How was your day?" Darren asks as I arrive home from work.

"Stressful. I almost let the prime suspect in my case get away. But what about you? How was work?"

"It was fine. A little boring though. But I have a new co-worker now, so it adds a little fun," Darren shrugs.

"Oh. Well at least there's that positive," I point out.

"Plus, I get to come home and see your pretty face, and it makes it all worth it."

"Aw, so cute yet so cheesy. Speaking of, you want pizza?" I ask.

"Please, yes."

"Do you mind ordering and waiting for the delivery? I want to go take a shower. I'll leave the money on the counter for you."

"No, it's fine, (nickname you hate). I'll pay."

Ugh, I hate when he calls me that. Mainly because he knows I don't like it but isn't doing it as a joke. It happens a lot, surprisingly. Also, I think he may be lying to me about something, but I don't know yet. Call it detective's paranoia though. We've experienced so much that we always jump to conclusions.

*After the shower*

"Babe, the pizza's here!" Darren shouts from the other room.

"Thanks, I'll be right there," I reply. I put my pyjamas on quickly, ready to have a FRIENDS marathon like we do whenever we get pizza and walk into the main room, excited for cuddles and food. "You ready for our FRIENDS marathon?"

"Can we watch something else? We watch it every time and I want something different."

"Sure," I say, putting on a fake grin. Something's up.  He's never complained about it before. "What were you thinking?"

"A DC movie marathon." At this, my jaw drops.

"DC? Marvel movies are much better."

"What are you talking about? Suicide Squad is amazing!"

"Are you sick? Or do you need to go to the opticians?" I ask, only half joking. Darren rolls his eyes playfully. I then get a text from the 99 group chat.

C. Holt I need everyone at the precinct ASAP.

You Why? What happened?

C. Holt I'll explain when you all arrive.

"I'm so sorry, love, but they need me at the precinct. Just put the leftovers in the fridge," I apologise profusely.

"It's fine. Go stop crime."

"Thanks for being so understanding." And with that, I kiss him on the cheek and leave.

*On the journey to the precinct*

y/f/s starts playing. I must be getting a call. It's Captain Holt.

"Hello, this is Detective y/f/n, how may I help?"

"y/s/n, you can return home now. The emergency has been dealt with."

"Well that was fast. What exactly was the emergency though?"

"The night shift detectives were rioting but Santiago sorted it."

"Of course. You can always count on Amy to get someone to be quiet."

"Yes, she is extremely good at it. Now have a good night."

"You too, sir." Then he hangs up. Oh well, while I'm out I could do some last minute grocery shopping."

*Back at y/n and Darren's apartment*

"Hey babe, I'm ho--" I open the door and am immediately faced by a sight that I hoped to avoid forever. My boyfriend was eating this dude's face off. As soon as he hears me, he pulls away and snaps his head to look at me.

"Hey, babe. I thought you were at the precinct," he nervously says.

"Don't 'babe' me. I was out for 30 minutes and I come home to find you on MY couch that I payed for, snogging some guy's face off! Get your stuff and get out! Now! And don't ever come near me or anyone I know, ever again!"

"I can ex--"

"Get. Out. NOW! I won't say it a third time. And take him with you," I spit. "All cheaters are filthy liars. There is NEVER an explanation for such a vile thing." He scrambles into (what was) our shared bedroom and grabs everything that he can see that belongs to him and then leaves rapidly with his new boyfriend.

As soon as they're out the door, I slam it, pick up the closest thing to me (which happens to be my key) and lob it at the wall. I'm pissed. Extremely pissed. But I'm also upset. After all, he was my boyfriend and I loved him, still do, considering that we broke up 30 seconds ago. Yeah, he'd been acting strange but I just thought that he was nervous and was kinda hoping he'd propose. I mean, we'd been together for 4 years. And now I know that I wasted 4 fucking years. 4. The anger takes over and I grab a chair and throw it, hitting the coffee table. I already know that nothing will cheer me up. Nothing. Not even y/f/tv/p. Not even chatting on the work group chat, which I do every night. I'll just try and distract myself by reading that new book that I bought.

*The next morning*

Reading that book was not a good idea. Neither was staying up all night, but I do it all the time so I can cope for today. Oh, crap. I have work today. Ugh. But maybe it'll take my mind off of him.

*At work*

*Jake's pov*

How am I early today? I left at the exact same time that I normally do and traffic was exactly the same... It was Charles, wasn't it. He came to my place last night and must've changed all of the clocks and moved them back by 15 minutes.

"Charles, did you change my clocks last night?"

"Yes. Amy told me to because she wants you to be at work on time and she gave a pretty compelling reason."

"And that was?"

"We get to spend more time together this way." I sigh.

"But that meant you gave me 15 minutes less of my beauty sleep." Charles gasps.

"Oh no. What have I done?" Just then, y/n walks into the precinct. Except today they look dead inside.

"Hey y/n. What's got you down?" However, they completely ignore me. "y/n?" They walk right past and out onto the roof. Charles and I look at each other, and then the window. They've taken the barrel and put a book on it. Then they take out a matchbox, light a match and set fire to the book. "What are they doing? They love reading!" I power-walk onto the roof. "Um, y/n, what are you doing?"

"Burning the lies."

"What? Context please?"

"It ended too happy. They got engaged."

"More?"

"Love is a lie."

"Are you alright?"

"What do you think, Peralta? I'm burning a book because love triumphed."

"You and Darren broke up?"

"Don't say his name. He's a dirty, stinky, cheating bucket of dicks."

"Damn, you really hate him. Wait, did you say cheating? He cheated on you?"

"No, he bought me a puppy and a mansion for us to move into together. Of course he cheated on me, that's exactly what I said! Do you need a hearing test?"

"Ouch, that hurt my ego, but I'm not gonna take that personally because I know that you're upset and mad right now. Y'know what, we have to work now, but after that, come to my place and we can talk, you can rant, we can eat takeout, and we can watch movies. What d'you say?"

"It actually sound quite good. Thanks Jake. And, could you tell everyone else for me. Oh, and tell them that if they show even the slightest bit of sympathy, I'll have Rosa blow their head off? Also that if I say anything mean to them, it's nothing personal, I just don't have much of a filter and I'm still pissed."

"Will do. Now let's get back inside." I start heading inside.

"Jake."

"Yeah?"

"Are you forgetting that there's a fire?"

"Oh yeah. We should probably put that out."

"Before we do, can we just take this in for a moment? This is the closest to a campfire I've ever had," y/n requests.

"Sure." We stand next to each other, taking in the fire's heat. I then feel something on my shoulder. It's y/n's head. "How much sleep did you get last night?"

"None. I was up all night because of this stupid book. Besides, you really think I'd have been able to sleep?"

"Good point." I wrap my arm around their waist. Wait, why though? Do I like them? No, I can't like them; I just got out of a long-term relationship. It's just a friendly gesture, right?

*Your pov*

That's just a friendly gesture, right? Well it doesn't matter, because, surprise surprise, I have butterflies in my stomach. You see, I had a crush on Jake, then he got with Sophia, and that's when it really hit me that I had to move on and I met Darren. I thought I'd moved on completely, but I guess at least a part of those feelings stayed with me. Suddenly, I hear a camera behind us and turn around to see Gina.

"Gina, what are you doing?" I sigh.

"Taking a picture for Twitter and your wedding. What else would I be doing?"

"A picture of Jake comforting me from a breakup, in front of a barrel with an a-lit book on it?"

"Yup."

"Ok. I'll just put this fire out and then head back inside. See ya, Gina," I say, acting as if that conversation was completely normal which, let's be real, it was for the 99. No one found out about my crush before and that's how I plan on keeping it. I grab a fire extinguisher and put out the fire, before walking inside.

*After briefing*

"Why do we have two Rosa's today?" Scully asks.

"Shut it, maggot-face," Rosa and I simultaneously spit and I walk to my desk.

"y/s/n, in here please," Holt beckons me into his office. I walk into his office, not saying a word. "What is going on with you today?"

"Did Peralta not tell you?"

"No."

"Peralta, get in here," I beckon.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Tell the Captain why I'm like this. I don't want to be here when he finds out."

"Why?" he asks.

"You'll see. Also, it's a sensitive topic." I walk out of the office and to my desk.

"What's going on in there?" Amy asks me.

"Wait. 3, 2, 1..." I point at the office, signalling that something's about to go down.

"WHAT?" A Holt scream is heard from the office. Everyone looks at me and then the office, as the door slams open, an enraged Holt power-walking out.

"Really, y/n? Why me? I'm pretty sure I've gone deaf now," Jake exaggerates, walking out of the office, his hands over his ears.

"Because you know why and you said you'd do it for me."

"Touché, y/s/n. Touché."

"What are you two on about?" Terry asks.

"You haven't told anyone?"

"No, but you only told me 30 minutes go."

"You could've just asked me to leave during briefing and told everyone or while I was in the bathroom!"

"Touché, y/s/n. Touché."

"You already said that."

"Did I?"

"Yes, you goldfish. Now tell everyone. I'm just gonna into the break room." I go into the break room and sit n the couch. I immediately lean forward and put my head in my hands. Ugh, I hate this. I know Jake's telling everyone, but I've still gotta tell my family. My entire family. They all met Darren. Oh, for fuck's sake. Deep breaths. Then I hear a knock at the door. "It's the break room, you don't have to knock," I say, not looking up.

"Told you, Amy," says a voice of which I'm assuming belongs to Charles. I look up and see Amy, Charles and Terry.

"What d'you three want?"

"Look, we're sorry about what happened," Terry says.

"Why should you be sorry? You didn't do anything wrong. Just remember, don't give me empathy or patronise me or I will end you."

"We know, and we won't. We just wanted to see if you wanted to go out for drinks tonight," Amy voices.

"I would, but I'm going to Jake's." As soon as I say this, a smirk appears on all of their faces. "Alright, do that again and I will end you. It was hella creepy."

"You and Jake, huh?" Charles asks smugly.

"Seriously? I just got out of a 4 year relationship in the worst way possible. Now let me get back to work." I brush past them, rolling my eyes.

"Well Jake definitely has a thing for them though. I caught him staring at them earlier," Charles (loudly) whispers (shouts) to Amy.

"Shut up, Charles," Jake and I say in sync.

"y/s/n, Peralta, I have a case for you. Come into my office." Jake and I saunter into Holt's office. "It involves your now-ex, y/s/n. I thought you might want to take it."

"You thought right, Sir," I smirk.

"Great. We have a woman here who claims that Darren raped her last night."

"Rape?! I'm gonna kick Darren's ass. Where is she?"

"She's in the interrogation room. Peralta, you're going to watch from behind the glass to make sure that y/n's fine and doesn't go leave to go and kill Darren."

"Sure. But I can't guarantee that I won't kill him," Jake jokes but Holt holds his deadpan face.

We walk out of the office after being dismissed and head over to the interrogation room.

"Try and remain as calm as you can in there. If you don't throw anything, I'll let you choose what stuff we watch tonight. If not, it's a Die Hard marathon," Jake announces, only half-joking.

"I mean, I was gonna suggest we watch Die Hard anyway. Except for Die Hard 5. Awful movie."

"We don't even speak of it. Anyway, good luck in there." Then he kisses my cheek. He. Kissed. My. Cheek. HE KISSED MY CHEEK! I'm internally dying right now.

"Thanks, Jakey. I'll see you on the outside." Then I kiss his cheek and walk in. Why did I do that? Well, I mean, he kissed mine first, so, I guess it was a formality, right?

"Hello, my name is Detective y/f/n. You must be Leah Summers, correct?" The woman opposite me nods her head. She's gonna be very quiet, isn't she? "Do you want a whiteboard?" She shakes her head. "Ok then. I'm going to ask some questions, just nod or shake your head for me, ok?" She nods her head. "Were you raped?" Yes. "Was it last night?" Yes. "Was it a man?" Yes. "Do you know his name?" No. "Did he look like this?" I hold up a picture of Darren. I'm so tempted to rip it. She nods her head. I take a deep breath. "I'm going to need some form of communication for the next questions. Do you think you can do it?" She nods her head. "Do you want the whiteboard?" Yes. I give her a whiteboard, pen and cloth to clean it with. "Where did this happen?" 'In a toilet stall.' "Do you know where the stall was?" 'In a park. I don't know which one though.' Ugh, that's vile. Makes me want to kill him even more. "Where did he find you?" 'On 5th Avenue.' "How was it forced, e.g. threat or blackmail?" 'He threatened to kill me.' "Well I'm about to kill him," I mutter. "What time do you think it happened?" 'I'm not sure but he picked me up at 9:30.' "Do you think there could be anything used as evidence other than CCTV? Were there any eyewitnesses?" 'I don't think so.' "Final question, is there anymore information you could tell us that may help us?" 'He was drunk.' "Oh for-- I'm sorry, he's my ex. I caught him cheating on me. It was last night, in fact. Guys suck."

"Hey!" Peralta says from the other side of the glass.

I sigh, "there are exceptions though. Now, let me go kill my son-of-a-bitch ex-boyfriend."

"y/n."

"Yeah, yeah. I was joking, Peralta,"

"Were you though?"

"No."

"Exactly." The girl lets out a little giggle at our banter.

"I'll be back soon, it shouldn't take long to get him. I'm sure we could find an eye witness somewhere."

*Later*

"3, 2, 1, NYPD put your hands where I can see them! "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." Jake smiles at me as I read my pathetic excuse for an ex the Miranda Rights.

"y/n?!" Darren asks in shock.

"You're the worst ex ever! You cheat on me and then get drunk and rape a girl! You're a disgrace to humanity."

"I cheated on you because you're a disgrace to humanity, not me! We never spent time together and you brushed off everyone that was close to you!"

"Everything you just said is bullshit! You would've just broken up with them if that were true, but it isn't and ya didn't. I mean, you even lived together and had those pizza nights! y/n said they were legendary and talked about you loads at work! You're a pathetic excuse of a human! Plus you raped that nice girl, Leah was her name, right? Oh, that reminds me, something amazing's waiting for you at my apartment."

"Really, y/n?! This guy?! I knew you were a slut but wow, this is a low, even for you."

"The fuck did you just call me?!"

"I called you what you are: a slut. A whore." And with that, I just hold him in a very discomforting position. A very discomforting position.

"Tell me what you really think of me. Or I'll do worse."

"Ow, ow, fine! I love you, always have. I was just an idiot tough. I don't know why I did it. Why I did any of it. I'm just jealous, I guess. You have such good relationships with your co-workers and I've been lying about mine. It's been awful. I just wanted more than you in one way."

"That is the most bullshit I've ever heard, but I know you're actually telling the truth. Now let's get you to the precinct."

*After he's been locked up*

"Well, today's been... eventful, to say the least. I burned a book because I broke up with Darren and I just arrested him for rape. Talk about an aggravating yet somewhat satisfying day."

"Yup. Does that count as catharting?" Jake asks. "Because if so, I'm so glad I helped you cathart."

"I guess so, I mean, you psychologically helped me through a lot today. But anyway, it's not over. Our shift ends in... 15 minutes, then, we're gonna have takeout and I'm going to rant about everything else that I hated about Darren before we have a Die Hard marathon, discounting the 5th one."

"Sounds like a plan. But first we need to write the reports," Jake points out.

"Right, let's go do that." We sit at my desk, ready to write the reports.

*About 30 minutes later*

"I hate reports," I sigh. "I'm so glad we're done for today."

"Me too. Let's get going then."

"Bye guys, we'll see you tomorrow."

"Have fun, but not too much fun!" Charles says as we leave.

"Charles!" Jake and I simultaneously scream, just as the elevator door starts to close.

After an awkward ride down, we exit the building and get into Jake's car.

"You can put on what you want, I don't mind," Jake says, to break the awkward silence.

"Thanks. I look through his phone's music library and know what I'm going to play as soon as I see it. Almost immediately, Funky Cold Medina comes on through the speakers.

"Alright, dig itCold coolin at a bar, and I'm lookin for some action But like Mike Jagger said, I can't get no satisfaction The girls are all around, but none of them want to get with me My threads are fresh and I'm lookin def, yo, what's up with L-o-see? The girls is all jockin at the other end of the bar Havin drinks with some no-name chump, when they know that I'm the star So I got up and strolled over to the other side of the cantina I asked the guy, 'Why you so fly?' he said, 'Funky Cold Medina'." we sing together.

I knew this would break the tension. I'll just play some Taylor next, I know he's a big fan. I hit shuffle and you belong with me comes on. And the awkwardness returns, but I can't skip the song because he'll probably ask why and I'll have to make up some reason. We sit in the car for an agonising 3 minutes and 50 seconds, Taylor's voice echoing around the car, no one joining in. Then trouble comes on and I feel my fist clenching up.

"y/n, calm down. Maybe we should change the song," Jake states, motioning to the phone I'm holding.

"No. I will listen to this song."

"But why? You're just putting yourself through more pain."

"I have my reasons." I want to connect with this song. I want to feel exactly this way. I don't want to have moved on already. I want to feel how any normal person would in this situation.

"Alright then." Back to silence. As soon as that song's over, I change to Sing To Me Instead. Ben Platt will relax me, surely. I play the album, Bad Habit coming on. Is the entire music industry against me right now?

*At Jake's apartment*

"So what takeout do you want?" Jake asks me, phone in hand and ready to order.

"I don't mind. You choose. It's your apartment."

"Chinese it is then." I quickly give him my order and he orders. "Alright, while we're waiting, vent to me."

"Gladly. Honestly, this has made me realise that I actually kinda hated Darren before, without even knowing. I mean, sometimes he was very narcissistic. I mean, he never let me pick what music we played, and I allowed that because we had similar music tastes and I just realised. And I made so many sacrifices for our relationship. I moved in with him and he promised he'd do his part around the apartment but he never did! I payed for all of the furniture in there and most of the rent! And he complained all. The. Time. About the most stupid things! Like, I don't want to hear you rant about how Google changed it's font."

"Wait, seriously? He complained about that?!"

"I know, right?! And, I honestly gag at the thought of anyone saying this, but he said that DC movies are better than Marvel movies. What kind of twisted mind would think that?! (Guys, I'm joking. Please don't get offended by my joke.)"

"That has to be the second most absurd thing I've ever heard, the first being that the Die Hard movies are crap, because they're obviously not."

"Ooh, another thing, he has a tongue piercing. It made make out sessions horrendous."

"Anything else?"

"Honestly, no. To be honest, all of my sadness and anger have kinda drifted away. Also, it made me realise that there's someone that I want to be with. He's cute, yet dorky and smart but also kinda dumb at the same time. He's also really sweet and has been with me all of today. We even took Darren down together." I can't believe I'm actually confessing.

"Was there some other guy on this case that I don't know of?" Jake asks, looking confused and upset at the same time.

"No, you dummy. It's you!"

"Me?"

"Nooo, it's the guy behind you. Of course it's you!"

"Oh, thank goodness. I realised today that I like you and did not wanna be heartbroken on my first day of being woke."

"That's not what that means, Peralta. Do you even Urban Dictionary?" I joke. "But seriously, what now? I mean, we could try this and see how it goes. We could count this right now as a date and see how we feel after?"

"Yeah, I'd love that."

*After the movies and food*

"Thanks for tonight, Jake. This has been one of the best dates I've ever been on."

"Me too. But, uh, before you go, I think I may've bruised my lip earlier and I need someone to ki--"

"Really, Peralta? You could just ask to kiss me, you dork."

"... Can I kiss you?"

"I don't see why not."

Our lips collide in a sweet kiss. It's one of the best kisses I've ever experienced, possibly even the best. We pull away shortly.

"So I'm guessing this is gonna be official. Or are we going light and breezy?" Jake asks.

"Screw light and breezy. We'll just do anything when it feels like it, including becoming official. That's how I live, by just living in the moment with stuff like this. After all, it'll only happen once so why not concentrate on the moment?"

"I agree entirely. Now, let's tell the others."

"This is gonna be fun."

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Jake: hey guys, guess what

Amy: You got stuck in a real life Die Hard again?

Jake: nope, even better

Charles: You're adopting a kid Nikolaj's age so that they can grow old together?

Jake: what? no

You: Jake and I may or may not be in a relationship. Or are at least starting one.

Charles: Finally!

Rosa: Finally

Amy: Finally.

Terry: Finally

You: What do you mean?

Rosa: Jake clearly liked y/n and we all knew that y/n and that dickwad Darren would eventually break up

Charles: ^

Amy: ^

Terry: ^

Gina: ^

Holt: They are not wrong. I thought it was painfully obvious.

Jake: ...

You:

...Ok, bye then.

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"Well then, I have no words. But at least they're all happy that we're together now," I say.

"And so am I." He presses a kiss to my cheek and I snuggle into him.

"Want to watch another movie?"

"No, let's just cuddle and talk."

"I like the sound of that."

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