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heavyhitterheaux · 9 months

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December 21st

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: You and Jack, your fiancé of two weeks, make it official. Forever.

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

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It was one in the morning, cold as shit outside since it was the middle of December, but you wanted to look at the stars and Jack could never tell you no. You were currently laying on his chest as a blanket was wrapped around both of you when you just knew this white boy had lost his fucking mind.

“We should get married.”

“Jackman, are you high?”

“No, but even if I was, my answer wouldn’t change. Ever since I saw your cute little self with those braids in your hair when you first moved here, I didn’t want anyone else.”

“Wait... you’re fucking serious? Jack, our parents will kill us.”

“Can’t kill us if they don’t know.”

“I hope you don’t expect me to give you an answer with that horrible ass proposal you just did.”

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Jackman Thomas Harlow. Can’t live without you stink.”

“Well, since you’re practically begging me to, yes. Now where’s my ring?”

“About that…”

“Jack, you literally proposed to me without a ring?”

“The thought just popped in my head just now! I didn’t really think this through.”

“Jackman!”

“When I make my first million, I’m buying you the most beautiful ring that’s pear shaped since I know you love it so much. But I'll get you something else in the meantime.”

You simply shrugged.

“I would’ve said yes to you even if you proposed with one of those rings from the bubble gum machines at the grocery store.”

“Damn, mamas. I got more money than that.”

“Jack, we have had to eat at my parents house and your parents house all week because we were tired of eating ramen at our apartment.”

“Touché.”

It was around nine in the morning when you had called Dani to see what she was up to and wanted to see if she wanted to spend the day with you.

Jack had just proposed to you the night before and you were itching to tell someone. But the two of you agreed to not tell your parents fearing that they may tell the two of you to wait.

But you didn't want to wait. You knew for a fact that this was the person that you were supposed to be with it, so why not just go for it now?

You knew Dani wouldn't let it slip and figured that she could also serve as your witness.

The most important question on your mind was what you were going to wear.

You thought that you obviously weren't going to go all out, but still wanted to look pretty for a day as special as this one was going to be.

Jack had gone out with Urban and the two of you decided to tell PG later that day when all of you met up to play laser tag as a way to celebrate your birthday that had taken place about a week before.

It was around 2 in the morning when the two of you had decided to finally head back to your apartment and both of you couldn't help but to be all smiles.

As Jack was driving, the radio was on a low volume as you were staring out the window. You were broken out of your trance once Jack had grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.

“Why are you so quiet, princess? What are you thinking about over there?” He asked as he got off the highway and was heading to the parking garage of your apartment building.

“Just taking it all in. Really happy and excited for this.”

“Even if you don't have a ring?”

“I have you, so what do I need the ring for? That's more important than anything.” You said while turning to look at him.

“But you deserve one, babe. It was just a spare of the moment thing and I just blurted it out.”

“But you knew that whenever you did it that I wasn't going to say no. Like I said, I have you and the material things can come later.”

“I already have an idea in mind of how it's going to look too.”

“And I can't wait to see it.”

Dani had picked up on the third ring and you couldn’t help but to blurt it out.

“Hii baby girl!”

“DANI, JACK PROPOSED TO ME LAST NIGHT!” You basically yelled and it was quiet for a few seconds as you were waiting for her response.

“I… wait… seriously?”

“YES!”

“And what did you say?”

“I said yes obviously!”

“Lil Bit….” Dani started to say and your heart sank feeling like she didn't approve.

“You think I should have said no, don't you?”

“No! That isn't it at all! The two of you are just so young. You literally just turned 19 the other day.”

“But if you know that's the person that you want to be with, then why hold back? I love him very much and anyone can see that.”

“I know you do. We can all tell. I just…. Don't want you to regret this. I… not that I think you will.”

“Why am I going to regret marrying my best friend and favorite person in the world? I thought you would be happy for me.” You answered and you could feel your eyes brimming with tears.

“I am! Just…”

“Whatever. Bye.”

Without another word, you hung up your phone and threw it on the bed behind you as you angrily wiped the tears from your face that had fallen.

Next thing you knew, you heard your phone ringing and peeked to see that it was Dani calling you back and all you did was roll your eyes and watched it until it stopped.

When your phone rang again, it was a facetime call from Jack and you quickly answered, but immediately knew that he was going to be able to tell that something was wrong.

“Yes, babe?” You said and all he did was eye you.

“You're upset. And you've been crying. What happened?” He asked, concerned but you just shook your head.

“It's not important.”

“If something made my girl cry, it damn sure is important.”

“I'll just tell you later. I don't want to talk about it right now.”

“Fine, but don't think for one second that you're going to get out of it.”

“Okay.”

“I called to see if you wanted something from Morris Deli. Me and Urb are about to be there in a few minutes.”

You sighed before answering.

“I'll just take my usual with my mango lemonade Calypso.”

“Of course, baby. You want anything else?”

You quickly shook your head as you wiped away a stray tear that had fallen.

“You look like you could use a blueberry muffin so I'll definitely bring you some.”

That made you crack a small smile and you quickly nodded agreeing with him.

“Be back soon, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Once Jack had gotten back, he found you in your shared bedroom flipping through channels to find something to watch when he came up to you and leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead before setting your food in front of you.

You mumbled a quiet thank you before he slid in beside you on the bed and promptly took the remote from you.

“Are you going to tell me what's wrong now? Don’t think that I forgot.”

You simply sighed before answering.

“I called Dani to tell her about what happened and it seemed as if she thought we were making a mistake and should wait. She didn't flat out say that, but I could tell that she had her hesitations.”

“But my question to you is, why do we care what people think? We know this is real and we're getting married to each other, so should their opinion really matter?” Jack asked while looking at you before pushing his glasses back up onto his face.

“I guess not.”

“You love me, I love you, and that's all that matters. Point blank period. Who gives a fuck if people don't like it?”

“It shouldn't bother me, but it does.”

“Once we say our vows, they'll have no choice but to accept it and accept us. I want forever with you and I know we're making the right decision.”

“If that's how she reacted, how do you think PG will?” You asked, hoping that they would be supportive of you.

“They'll probably ask what took us so long to do it.”

“Hmm, I can see that.”

“But for now, I want you to not dwell on what she said, or what she didn’t say for that matter. We have bigger things to worry about and focus on.”

“True.” You quietly said before reaching for a blueberry muffin that you proceeded to break in half and hand it to Jack who quickly accepted it.

It was quiet for a few seconds before you spoke up again.

“Now, the most important part is what am I going to wear?”

As thoughts were running through your mind about what your outfit choice will be, Jack quietly muttered to himself.

“The most important part for me is getting a ring for you.”

“What was that, babe?” You asked as you handed your drink to him so that he could open it for you.

“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little self about.” Jack answered as he handed you back your drink and leaned over to kiss your cheek which immediately made you smile.

—-

Later that night after you, Jack, and PG met up and went to laser tag, all of you were now sitting around the table in one of your favorite burger spots and it was around 10 at night when Urban quickly took notice of something.

“What is up with you two?” He asked while looking over at you and Jack who was currently feeding you cheese fries.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked as you also looked at Urban curiously.

“Something’s different and I don’t know how I know and I don’t know what it is, but something is different.”

“How is anything different? They are literally sucking each other’s faces off every three minutes and making me sick as usual.” 2fo quickly piped up and all you did was roll your eyes and throw a fry at him which he quickly caught and ate.

“Hmm, no. Something is different. So spill it.” Urban said and both you and Jack exchanged looks.

“Should we tell them?” He asked while looking at you for confirmation.

“Tell us what?!” Shloob asked and now all eyes were on the two of you.

“I guess we can. I mean we might as well.” You responded while shrugging.

“Okay what we’re about to tell you CANNOT leave this table.” Jack started to say, but Quiiso quickly screamed.

“Oh shit, you got her pregnant didn’t you?!”

“What?! NO! Shut up for a second and listen!”

“Not going to lie, I thought that was where we were going for a second too.” Urban quickly agreed before looking back over at the two of you for an explanation.

“Jack asked me to marry him.” You quickly blurted out and the table went dead silent as everyone’s mouth was hanging wide open in disbelief.

“I… come again? Like walk down the aisle married? Like till death do yall part married? Like…..”

“Yes, Ace.”

“And are we absolutely positive that you’re not pregnant?” 2fo asked again while looking at you.

“NO!”

“Wait a minute, well what did you say?! Don’t leave us in suspense!”

“Come on now, Urb. We know she said yes!”

“How do you know I said yes?!”

All of them simply looked at you before rolling their eyes which made Jack stifle a laugh and you lightly hit him on his shoulder.

“Okay fine, I said yes. But yall can’t tell anyone. We’re not even telling our parents.”

“Oh good lord so you mean to tell me Mama Ivy and Mama Maggie are not only about to beat yall asses when they find out, but ours too?”

“And that’s why none of you are saying anything about it, correct?” Jack asked as he eyed them and everyone quickly nodded.

“Well, where’s your ring?!”

“Um, working on that part. She’ll have it by the time we say our vows.”

“What the? Not Jack proposing to our girl without a ring….”

“It was a spare of the moment thing and I just blurted it out!”

“Hmm, typical.”

“Now you know she loves your ass if you proposed to her without a ring and she still said yes.” Urban said while taking a sip of his soda.

“And, we’re absolutely positive you aren’t carrying baby Harlow?”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, NO 2FO!”

He immediately held his hands up in defense as he looked over at the two of you.

“Okay, okay! Just making sure!”

By the time you, Jack, and Urban got back to your apartment it was past midnight and you were ready to catch up on some much needed sleep. Before you did, you decided that you were going to take a shower in order for you to be able to sleep better. Being able to sleep next to Jack was simply a plus.

While you were in the shower, Jack was trying to come up with a plan in order to get you a ring and was asking Urban for his help.

“I can’t exactly get her everything she wants right now and I know she understands that, but I still want to get her something.”

“Maybe a pawn shop? You might be able to find something there. But I have a question and don’t take this the wrong way.”

“What is it?”

“When you do get signed because we know it’s bound to happen, I don’t think that they’re going to want to push the narrative that you’re married. They might even try to convince you to break up with her.”

“Like that’s ever going to happen and where was the question in that?” Jack responded as he rolled his eyes.

“Jack, I’m being serious. I get that you told us to not say anything, but….”

“And that’s why the only people who are going to know are the ones that need to. I’m not going to let anything come between me and her.”

“But, are you sure that this is the right move to make? And to do it now?”

“I thought you would be happy for us about this.” Jack said quickly getting defensive.

“That isn’t it at all. I just….. We’ve heard stories about the industry and how ruthless and cut-throat people can be. Look, all I’m saying is that you better not forget that she was with you when you didn’t have a damn thing to your name. Don’t switch up on your girl because I will beat your ass if you do.”

Over the course of the next week, Dani still hadn’t gotten an answer from you despite how many times that she tried to call you in order to be able to explain herself. As a last resort, she sent a text to Jack hoping that what she was about to suggest would make up for it.

Dani- Jack, would you have happened to have gotten her ring yet?

Jack- Nope and the last thing I want is for her to be disappointed, but between her birthday just passing and Christmas coming, I have no idea how I’m going to do it

Dani- I know someone and I can help you pay for it. It's the least that I can do since I know she's mad at me right now with how I reacted when she told me.

Jack- That's nice of you, but I have no idea when I would be able to pay you back for it.

Dani- All I ask for in return is you taking care of my little sister and being the best possible husband to her. Don't worry about paying me back. Meet me at 11 near Carmichael's so we can go and get it. Do you have an idea of what she wants?

Jack- Definitely princess cut or pear shaped

Dani- She's going to be so surprised when you show it to her

Jack was now holding onto your ring back at your shared apartment and he was simply staring at it in awe hoping that you loved it as much as he did.

He had it in the back of his mind that he had to remember to do something really nice for Dani when he got the opportunity to do so for doing this for him.

Because he knew she definitely didn't have to.

Even though he knew that you were still upset with her, he did tell her where you were because he figured that you would have wanted help when it came to picking out something to wear. He knew that you just wanted something simple, but also knew deep down that out of all people you would want your sister to help you make a final decision.

While you were going to look for a dress, Jack was going to pick up Clay and spend the rest of the day with him and tell him that he asked for you to marry him.

They were both sitting across from each other at KFC since Jack had treated him when Jack had just blurted it out and Clay was mid-bite when he stopped chewing and looked up at his older brother in disbelief.

“Want to run that one by me again?”

“I asked Y/N to marry me.”

“You do realize mom and dad are going to kill you.”

“Can't kill me if they don’t know.”

“WAIT! So you're not even going to tell them!?”

“I’m an adult, what do I need to tell them for?”

“Uh, because? It's not like this is life changing or anything.” Clay shot back being sarcastic.

“We've been together since we were 15, they had to have seen this coming.”

“But…”

“Look Clay, I want you to be there. But, you can't tell mom and dad. We're going to tell them, we just aren't doing it right now.”

“You got her pregnant didn’t you?”

“NO! She's not pregnant! Why does everyone keep asking me that!?”

“Because what two nineteen year olds just wake up and decide to get married?”

“We do.”

“I… I won't say anything. I see how happy the two of you make each other so it was bound to happen, I guess.”

“She means the world to me and I figured if I found my person, why should I wait to marry her?”

You were currently at the mall looking through racks of different dresses when you were caught off guard by your big sister staring at you when you looked up.

All you did was sigh and immediately rolled your eyes as she made her way closer.

“Lil Bit…”

“What do you want? I have a dress to shop for.”

“I know and that’s why I’m here. Jack sent me.” She softly said and you rolled your eyes again.

“Got damn it. I forgot we always have each other’s location on. I’m going to kick his ass.”

“No, don’t. He did it because he knew that deep down you would want for me to help you and that’s all I’m here to do. Help you look pretty on your big day even though you don’t need much help to begin with.” She said while pinching your cheek and you immediately swatted her hand away.

When you were quiet as you were looking at dresses, she piped up once again.

“Will it help you forgive me if I tell you that I’m going to buy your dress and not to worry about the price? And if you haven’t gotten Jack’s ring, I’ll pay for that too.”

Your eyes went wide and immediately left the sales rack to go over to the regularly priced items and all she did was laugh as she followed behind you.

“Then I take that as a yes.”

“But I’m still mad at you.”

“What I said was never meant to hurt you. I said it out of concern. I know that Jack is going to take care of you. There is literally no doubt in my mind about that. But wait, are you pregnant? Because…”

“WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK THAT?! NO I’M NOT.”

“Okay, okay! I was just asking!” She said while holding her hands up in defense as you were now holding up a white tulle dress and you were in awe. You had the perfect set of combat boots to go with it since you didn't want to wear heels.

“That would look gorgeous on you. Go and try it on.” She excitedly said as she pushed you towards the dressing room.

Once back at your apartment, you had to do your best to hide your dress from Jack and decided that putting it in Urban’s closet was the best idea that you could possibly come up with. What you didn’t expect was for Jack to be at the door as soon as you opened it ready to greet you.

“Hi baby, did you find a dress?” He asked as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Yes, and no you can’t see it.”

“What the? Why not?!”

“It’s bad luck, Jackman Thomas! I want this marriage to last forever and not 24 hours!”

“We are not going to break up in 24 hours if I see your dress! How am I supposed to coordinate your outfit with mine?!”

“It’s white. Do what you will with that information.”

“WHAT?! Baby! You can’t be serious! That’s all you’re going to tell me?!”

“Yes smush, now move. And I’m putting it in Urban’s room and you better not peek. You'll see it once I'm ready.” You said while giving him the evil eye, but all he did in response was roll his eyes at you.

You then made your way down the hallway to see Urban’s room door open and all he did was stare at you as you made a beeline for his closet. Once you opened it, you quickly put your dress in the far left corner before closing it.

“Urby, you are on dress duty. If Jackman tries to sneak a peek at it or even you for that matter, I will mop the floor with both of you and steal your weed.”

“I… is all that really necessary?”

“NO PEEKING!”

You went back out into the living room to find Jack flipping through channels on the television and you quickly went and sat down in his lap.

“Babe, we have to decide when we want to do this.” You heard him say as you turned your body so that you were sitting sideways and leaned your head down on his shoulder.

“I want to do it as soon as possible.”

“Wait… as in how soon?”

“I want to do it before Christmas.”

“Princess…. You are aware that Christmas is in six days, correct?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“The only day that we would be able to do it is the 21st.”

“Then the 21st it is.” You responded as you kissed his cheek before going to lay back down on his shoulder.

“You know Dani asked me if I was pregnant when she saw me.”

“Why is that everyone’s first thought?! We can't just get married because we want to?”

“Apparently not. And I should kick your ass for telling her where I was.”

“But I know my girl and I know you wanted her opinion on what you should wear. Am I right?”

“Don't push it, Jackman.”

“And obviously it went well since you definitely came back here with a dress.”

“Not the point.”

“Love you stink.”

“I don't know if I love you right now. Talk to me in fifteen minutes.”

“I….really?”

“Quit talking or I'll make it 20.”

It was the morning of the 21st and you woke up wrapped in Jack’s arms and simply smiled to yourself. This was about to be the first day of forever with him officially and reality was slowly starting to set it. Even though you didn’t let him see your dress, you still stayed in the apartment with him last night wanting for you both to be on time to the courthouse, because knowing you, you would be about an hour late and could only imagine the look on Jack’s face when you did show up.

Knowing how dramatic he was, he would probably think that you ditched him.

You turned to your left so that you were now facing Jack and placed a soft kiss on his cheek and he responded by hugging you tighter.

“Good morning my beautiful bride and future wife.”

“And good morning to you my handsome groom and future husband. What time do we have to be there?”

“Hmm in about three hours so we have plenty of time. Everyone knows what time to meet us there.”

“And… you're absolutely positive about not telling our parents about this?” You asked while sighing.

“So they can convince us to back out of it? We'll tell them when the time is right.”

“Okay, I guess that's fair.”

“And babe, don't be surprised that you don't have a lot of gifts under the tree this year. I had to pay…” Jack was immediately cut off by you shaking your head.

“Stop. And stop right now. The biggest gift that I get to have this year is marrying you. And how many times do I have to tell you that the material things are a plus? They can come later. I have you and that's what's important.”

“Damn, you really love me huh?” Jack asked you while smirking.

“Don't you think it's a little late to be asking me that seeing as I'm supposed to get married to you in less than three hours?”

Jack simply shrugged.

“Reassurance never hurt anyone. But just wait until I hit my first million. I'm buying you anything and everything you want.”

“No you're not because we need to save some too. You have to be smart about this. You're not going to be one of those rappers that spend all their money and go broke.”

“But if I do, will you still love me?”

“Smush, we're broke right now so obviously the answer is yes.”

“We are not broke!”

“Hmm, keep telling yourself that baby. Now in the meantime, I'm going to start getting ready if we want to be there on time.”

“Please do because knowing you, it'll be damn near midnight before we get there.”

“I'm ignoring you, so unhand me.”

Just then you heard your door bust wide open and looked to see Urban looking at the two of you and eating a bag of hot cheetos.

“Good, yall have clothes on because I never know anymore. HAPPY WEDDING DAY! Okay, now when are we leaving?”

“Around 10:45 and Urb, don't forget the ring.”

“Wait, you bought me a ring?” You asked, startled and taken aback while Jack just looked at you.

“Baby, did you honestly think that I was going to marry you without one?”

“Well you proposed to me without one…”

“I…”

“Welp, she got you there. Lil Bit got a ring for you too.” Urban piped up and now it was Jack’s turn to look surprised.

“You did!?”

“Baby, did you honestly think that I was going to marry you without one?” You said in Jack’s voice mocking him.

“Hey! I don't sound like that!”

But all you and Urban did was stare at him.

“Love you, now I'm going to get ready.”

You and Jack were now sitting in his car that was parked on the side of the building when he noticed that you were now starting to stare off into space.

“Babe?” Jack said before waving his hand in front of your face breaking you out of it.

“Oh, we're here already?”

“Princess, we've been here for almost fifteen minutes. Just waiting for everyone else to get here. You’re not having second thoughts are you? We can always….”

“No. We’re doing this and we’re doing it today. I never have second thoughts when it comes to you.”

Next thing you knew, Urban was flying into the parking lot with 2fo, Clay, and Shloob while Quiiso and Ace were coming in behind them.

“Good lord. And you're worried about my driving? Look at Urban.”

“I… Well…. The only thing that you’ve driven are go karts and that still didn’t go over well.”

“Now, we know that’s a lie. I bet that I’m going to get my license on the first try”

“Hmm, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

That was when both of you decided to get out of the car and Jack was helping you fix your dress when you looked over at Urban who was walking towards the two of you with everyone else and he was looking a little dazed.

“You cannot be fucking serious. Jackman…. is your best man HIGH right now!?” You said through gritted teeth.

“Come onnnn you two, we have a wedding to get to!” You heard Dani say from behind you and Jack didn't even have a chance to respond.

“Jack, just know if you mess up and she ends up divorcing you, I'm ready to slide in and replace you.” Clay said as he came up next to the two of you but all Jack did was roll his eyes.

“Clay, you can't marry her. You aren't old enough.”

“For now big brother. For now.”

“And Y/N, first, that dress looks amazing on you and second, give me a few more years.”

“Why thank you little baby.” You responded while pinching his cheek while Jack hit him in the back of his head.

“OW!”

“Urby…” You started to say as he was messing with his shirt.

“Urby….”

Silence.

“URBAN HENRY!”

“Oh, hmm? We ready to go inside?”

“I am never riding with this man ever again.” You heard 2fo muttered as he pulled out a cookie and stuffed it in his mouth.

“Yall can go in front of us, just give us a minute.”

Jack waited until everyone was out of earshot before he turned back to you and it looked like he was about to throw up at any minute.

“Uh? Babe? Are you okay?” You asked concerned and all he did was nod his head towards you.

“Sooo, we’re really doing this, aren’t we?”

“Yes, we’re really doing it. You love me enough to give me your last name?”

“From the first minute I saw that girl across the street with those pretty braids in her hair.”

All you could do was smile as you hugged him.

“You ready to get married? You ready for forever with me princess?”

“Damn right, I am.”

—

5 Years Later (This takes place after Two Halves of a Whole Idiot Instagram AU)

“Shit.”

“Fuck!”

The both of you looked at each other as you had both seen the comment that Urban had left under your instagram post and sighed.

There was no turning back now and it was officially out there for the entire world to see.

“URBAN!” Both you and Jack yelled before he peeked his head around the corner looking guilty.

“Uhh so I can delete my comment. I totally forgot.”

“HOW DID YOU FORGET THAT WE’RE MARRIED AND DIDN’T TELL ANYONE YET?!” Jack exclaimed while running a hand through his curls.

“Look, babe he was high when we did it and he’s probably high now, so are we really surprised?” You piped up and Jack stifled a laugh.

“I WAS NOT HIGH AND I’M NOT HIGH RIGHT NOW!”

“Our moms are going to kill us.” You quietly said while ignoring Urban’s last comment as you noticed your phone started ringing in your hand.

“Oh no.” You quietly said as you threw your head back in disbelief.

“Baby, who is that?”

“My mom and she’s not going to stop until I answer and I know that for a fact. So I’m turning my phone off. Jack, keep yours on.”

“WHAT? SO I CAN GET YELLED AT?”

“Better you than me. Maggie is going to mop the FLOOR with you. She loves me so I know she won’t be mad at me.”

“I… seriously?”

“Yes. Maybe if you tell her our first born will be named after her she’ll be less mad.”

“I thought the first born is going to be named after me?”

“Not now, Urban! We’re having a crisis here and it’s YOUR FAULT.”

“But is this really a bad thing? I mean…. People already know that the two of you are together.”

“Well it really doesn’t matter if it’s a bad thing or not. It’s out for the world to see so… nothing we can do about it now.”

Just then Jack’s phone rang and sure enough it was Maggie. He let it ring and proceeded to get a text from her soon after.

Mom- Either you answer my call or I’m getting on a plane with Ivy and we’ll be there by tonight. Your choice.

You were peeking over Jack’s shoulder and had seen what she said so you quickly hit her picture icon to call her back as Jack started yelling.

“BABY, WHY DID YOU DO THAT?”

“DID YOU NOT READ HER TEXT? EITHER YOU CALL HER BACK OR SHE’S GOING TO BE ON OUR DOORSTEP IN LIKE A MATTER OF HOURS.”

“Okay, I’m going to see myself out now.” Urban said before walking out of the room.

A few seconds later, Maggie answered and she did not look pleased.

“Shit, I didn’t know you facetimed her.” Jack whispered in your ear as you were sitting on his lap and smiling in the camera.

“Hiiiii Mama Maggie!” You said and all she did was look at the two of you.

“I thought you said she was going to be less mad at you, she looks like she’s pissed at both of us.”

Then without warning from behind her, you saw your mom pop into the frame.

“Oh shit, they work fast. What the? Are you two at the AIRPORT?”

“You two have A LOT of explaining to do.” Was all Maggie said as she was shaking her head.

“I… Jack made me do it.”

“EXCUSE ME? YOU SAID YES SO DON’T YOU DARE PUT ALL OF THIS ON ME. IT TAKES TWO PEOPLE TO EXCHANGE VOWS.”

“Who else knew?” Was all your mom asked as you now saw that they were at their gate.

“Umm….”

“Jackman and Y/N, you better start talking and you better start now. We’re still on our way to Atlanta, but this is your chance to state your case.”

Jack started firing off names and you couldn’t help but laugh because he was doing it as if he was trying to get a shorter jail sentence.

“Clay, Dani, Urban, 2fo, Shloob, Quiiso, Ace.”

“CLAY?!” Was all Maggie exclaimed with a look of disbelief on her face.

“And how long?”

“Umm, this year would make it five years.” You quietly said.

“FIVE YEARS? THE TWO OF YOU GOT MARRIED AT NINETEEN?!”

“Uh? Does it make it any better that we were going to tell you this year and have a destination wedding?” Jack asked and both of them shook their heads no.

“We’re about to board and the two of you better be at your house when we get there.”

Without another word Maggie hung up and the two of you were sitting in silence for a few minutes before anyone said anything.

“Uh babe?” You asked while turning around to look at him and he simply sighed.

“Hmm?”

“What percentage do you think we have of surviving the conversation that is bound to happen later?”

“Negative ninety-nine.”

Jack’s phone went off again and it was Clay who had sent him a text.

Clay- I told you so. Have fun getting yelled at.

Jack- But keep in mind little brother, you knew we were married and I just told mom that you did.

Clay- I.. SO I’M IN TROUBLE TOO?

Jack- Love you!

Jack was caught off guard with you suddenly kissing him on the cheek and starting to play with his beard.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“Nothing. I just know that five years ago I made the best decision of my life. I wouldn’t want to be doing this with anyone else and I look forward to spending forever with you.”

All Jack did was smile and gave you several kisses before tightly hugging you.

“Can’t even put into words how much I love you. Almost five years in and a lifetime to go.”

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“Player 3 loading...” ♡ Copia x gn!afab!Reader oneshot (fluff)

Dedicated to Kay so she can stop crying after the Terzo one - Jez

You leaned against your boyfriend, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder as he played a game on his old console. You were supposed to play together but due to a certain situation you decided to come earlier than planned.

He offered to change the game as soon as he realized you were there, but you quickly assured him that it's okay and that he should finish the level while you made yourself comfortable by his side.

You took a pillow, hugging it to your stomach as you watched Copia pick an answer to Miss Daisy, which resulted in a game over screen and your sweet beloved man make a sad, confused noise before turning his head to you with a slight pout.

"Oh, you poor thing..." You cooed, kissing his chin to cheer the poor man up. It was completely his fault that he lost, he picked 'Fuck you, miss Daisy', instead of giving her the nicer answer to her asking to drive her somewhere. "The game was so unfair to you, wasn't it?"

He knew you were teasing him, but he'd always soak up any affection you were willing to give him. You accepted him years ago, back when he was just a cardinal, not even considered for becoming a Papa back then. You accepted him for the awkward man he was, making silly noises instead of speaking when he got stressed. And he would get stressed all the time.

He wrapped his arms around you, changing his position so that he was resting against you instead, his face buried in your chest with a small groan. You chuckled softly, stroking his back and kissing the top of his head, taking notice of the few grey hairs hiding between the naturally brown ones. You smiled softly, gently pressing your nose into his head, smelling his shampoo. You loved the way it smelled. Despite being in his 50s, he still used childish shampoos, the ones with cartoon characters that smelled like fruit mixes or bubble gum. You always found it cute.

After a few minutes of coddling, Papa Emeritus IV was once more ready to face the world, which he signalled by giving you one more gentle squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before fixing his posture again, slightly hunching like he did all the time. Another silly but cute thing.

"So, uh..." He made a 'go on' motion with his hand, trying to make his mind click so he can keep going. Once the cogwheels in his brain started turning again, his own eyes widened slightly as he remembered why he invited you to his room in the first place. "What should we play?"

He almost jumped off the small couch you were both sitting on, clapping his hands as he took out a few boxes with games for his console. He brought them over and sat down next to you, excited in his own little way, making noises and and clapping his hands. You adored him stimming, it was something unique about him. He felt so happy that whenever you laughed seeing his behavior, you'd always laugh with him, never at him.

You looked through the CDs with him, humming thoughtfully. It was a little act you put on, a way to reveal the news to him. You kept the pillow pressed to your stomach, hoping he didn't find anything suspicious about it. He didn't, the poor man was a bit oblivious to many things.

"Babe?" You looked up at him, putting the games down on the coffee table again. He turned to you with a small hum. "I was wondering... Do you have any games for three people?"

"For three...?" He questioned, visibly confused. He looked through the games quickly, still not getting your point yet. He muttered something, making awkward noises that you sometimes described as his little loading screen noises. "Uh... No, I don't think so. Why would we need a game for three?"

You took out a small envelope and handed it to him. He stumbled a bit with opening it, which both made you a bit more giddy and anxious at the same time for his reactions. Once he finally opened it, he peaked inside and took out the two objects you put in earlier. A small plastic stick and a picture.

A positive pregnancy test and an ultrasound picture.

It took him a while to realize this as he stared at the objects before slowly putting them down and looking at you, first your face, then your stomach, still covered by the pillow you were now digging your nails into.

"May I...?" He asked quietly. You nodded, visibly anxious, but let him take the pillow away. You were already starting to show, the tiniest baby bump already making him tear up as he put his hand on it. He could feel the tiniest squirms your future baby was making. "How far along are we...?"

"A bit over twenty weeks. I wanted to tell you earlier, but there was so much going on and I never got to. I'm sorry you're finding out about it halfway through." You looked away, only for him to gently hold your chin and give you a short, sweet kiss.

"Sure, I mean, I found out kinda late, but you know, at the end of the day, I'm still their papa, like... That's all that matters."

And that was when pregnancy hormones decided to hit you with all they have, making you cry as you hugged him. He held onto you tightly, gently keeping his hand on your tummy so he could feel your little one trying to get cozy in your womb.

"Hey, so... Does that make your game date night a family game night instead?" He asked suddenly, making you laugh through your tears.

"Only if you want it to."

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highlordofkrypton · 4 months

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batman equalizer au // the knight from nowhere - chapter 1 & 2

Read on AO3.

SUMMARY: Bruce Wayne is dead. In the wake of his death, he leaves a trail of bodies and the ruins of a city. He can’t do this anymore; he can’t be a man who uses justice as an excuse for violence, so he leaves it all behind. Now, a nobody in a nowhere town, he starts to like his mundane life—no heroism, no villains and no pain—until one day, injustice finds him. Heroes aren’t real, but sometimes, all people need is a knight.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's basically just the Equalizer but with Bruce Wayne with fun cameos!

Chapter 1 & 2

Every day, eight o’clock on the dot, the employees of Home Depot file into the massive warehouse on North Avenue, right on the big intersection near the highway. Not quite in the middle of the city, it has the perfect balance of busy and calm all at once. Just enough clients to make the day go by, but not enough for them to overwhelm the staff.

You’ve got Erica at the front cash. She’s been here for years, so much that she runs the customer service section better than any of the managers. Her hairstyle’s old, perpetually stuck in the eighties and teased into the stratosphere, but her heart’s as big as the ‘do. For every person that squeezes into the not-quite open doors, she flashes a gum-clenched smile—always classic bubble gum flavour.

Geronimo and Juan always come in at exactly the same time. They’re cousins and live on the same street. They’ve also both got the same snoozing habits, which make it a real wonder whenever they come in early on a day like today.

“Hey, Mister Kane! Bright and early as always?”

“Yeah, he’s old. He ain’t got nothing better to do.”

The two teens stop in front of the older man. Mister Kane came out of nowhere one day, applying for a job just like anyone else. The city’s big enough for them to not recognize him, and though he keeps to himself, everyone thinks of him as part of the family. They’re comfortable enough to tease him, at the very least.

With an elegance unbefitting of such an unassuming man, he uncrosses his leg and sets the newspaper down. He cocks a slender dark brow in their direction, questioning. On his lips, an amused smile greets them.

“How old do you both think I am?”

“Old enough to ride dinosaurs!”

“Old enough to live before the internet.”

“That’s not even that old, tonto.”

Mister Kane laughs, a low smooth sound, and folds his arms across his bright orange apron. “C’mon, you two. You’re on time for once, don’t wanna be late punching in ‘cause you were fooling around.” He shoos them along.

The bell rings for the start of the shift, and the boys sprint across the backroom to get their aprons. Mister Kane hops to his feet and heads right over to the building materials section of the warehouse. There are a few wood orders from yesterday he didn’t get a chance to finish, and he likes the calm that comes with working with power tools. He can’t hear anyone over the sound, and there’s a nifty boundary that keeps clients away from him while he’s handling machinery.

Sneakers squeak from across the aisle, and it can only be one person (because the two late bloomers are already in).

For the life of him, Barry cannot show up to work on time, but he’s a good kid, and his family situation’s tough, so management gives him a pass. It helps that no one complains; everyone goes out of their way to give Barry a hand.

“Morning, Mister Kane—I mean, uh, Bruce,” the young blonde flusters in the face of his friend. “Good morning, hi, hey.” His windbreaker hangs over his shoulder, along with his lunchbox which are hooked by two fingers. “I,” he breathes heavily from the running. “Overslept. Was studying.”

And to think, Bruce was just going to ask about his night.

“Sounds rough,” he muses politely. “Hurry up, you just missed the bell. Time’s a tickin’.”

“Ope, right on, Mis—Bruce! I mean, Bruce, not miss Bruce.”

Bruce squeezes his shoulder, reassuring that there’s been no harm and no foul. He told the kid not to call him Mister Kane. The teens, sure, but he’s not that old. At least, not on paper. The aches in his body, the old injuries that didn’t heal right and his horrible blue plaid short-sleeved button up and pleated khakis say otherwise. Funny, how style choices can really age a person. Actually, it has to be orthopedic shoes. (What? They’re comfortable.)

“Go on, Bar,” he reminds, steering his friend in the right direction—towards the break room.

Barry waves, and Bruce can just hear the sounds of the young man mumbling to himself. “Right on? What was that, Bar? Who are you?”

The people here are good and the life he has built for himself is good. Bruce is kind and polite, speaking when spoken to and helping whenever he can. He’s a man who’s been given a second chance, and he’s making the best of it, however he can.

He puts on his safety glasses and a pair of gloves, then gets to work on trimming the various pieces of wood. Some are long and flat boards, while others are basic two by fours. Around his third order, Barry comes back around wearing his apron. His glasses and his gloves stick out of his pocket.

“When’s your exam?”

“Three weeks. I’m alright on most of the core competencies, like collaborator, communicator and leader, but I’m stuck on the medical expert section. The, um,” Barry clears his throat uncomfortable.

Bruce tips his head, lifting a brow curiously. “Which part?” His tone is gentle, encouraging. This place is a safe space, there’s nobody around to judge. “If you’re going to be a forensic scientist, you might as well get comfortable with the job.”

“It’s the medical examiner portion. I’m alright with the science, but it’s more the cause of deaths and offering a hypothesis? I just can’t really imagine… murder.” Barry’s voice drops low. Well, he can, but there’s a knot in his chest, and a wall that keeps him from staying objective. He looks away, throat bobbing with an uncomfortable swallow. “I just want to help people, you know. I want to make sure I’m getting it right, but the thought that a person—,” he pauses.

“You have to think of the people you’re helping. It’s difficult to face death, and there isn’t a way to undo it, but the next best thing is what you can do for the living.” He offers a reassuring squeeze and loads in the next piece of plywood for trimming.

The sound of the saw offers both of them a moment of reprieve to think about death. Bruce runs the vacuum that seems to echo across the entire store, and shuts it off, handing the piece for Barry to transfer into the ‘pick-ups’ rack.

“I think you just need to find the line between using your imagination to connect the evidence, and letting it go too far where you put yourself in a victim’s shoes. Once you get into the habit, it’ll be muscle memory.” But for Barry to learn, he needs experience. “Do you have any combat training? Or have you ever fired a gun? It might help you get insight on the way the body moves, and how projectiles work.”

“Oh, no, Bruce. I-I couldn’t.” Barry holds his hands up in surrender. The thought of a gun feels like a violation against everything he is as a person. He is politeness incarnate, and he can count on his hand the amount of time he’s ever been in a confrontation. (Twice, and both times his—adoptive—big brother Carter got involved, which meant that his adoptive father Jay would also come to the rescue. Of the person who caused Barry trouble, of course. Carter is known for his… excessive force.)

“It’s not as bad as you think. You busy this weekend? I’ll take you to the range. And look up some martial arts classes. It’ll help.” If it doesn’t help with understanding physical struggles, then at the very least, it’ll help Barry find an outlet for his stress. “You don’t have to shoot if you’re not comfortable. You can just watch and jump in whenever you like.”

“Do you have a gun?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Oh.”

Barry seems to think about it for a long while, but he doesn’t inquire further about it. Instead, he bounces on the balls of his feet, eager to help and making sure that he does all the heavy lifting, not Bruce. He seems to buy into the thought that Bruce is older, even if his hair has barely started graying at the temples.

It has to be the orthopedic shoes. No one over seventy wears orthopedic shoes.

Before long, the two of them are easing back to their routine with Barry chatting away about his day and asking Bruce if he’s up to anything new. Bruce never is; his routine is simple, contained and quiet—just the way he likes it. They have lunch together. Barry’s adoptive mother, Joan, always packs a sweet note on Mondays wishing her son a good day. (For the rest of the week, the kid’s on his own.) Bruce’s lunches are always simple, but the ingredients are treated with great care. Today, he has sautéed green beans in garlic butter, and a simple roasted chicken breast. In the afternoons, he’ll also have an Ensure and Barry always checks to see the flavour of the day. Strawberry, ooh, nice, he’ll say even if there are only three choices.

The people here are good and the life he has built himself is good, yet at the end of the day, once warm farewells are exchanged along with pleasant smiles, his expression slips into nothingness. As soon as he is alone, he becomes no one and he is empty.

… or that’s how he thinks he should feel.

It was like that at first; this life felt painful and underserved, but it’s grown on him. He has friends and even if it’s built on a lie, he’s found a peace he’s never known before.

Maybe—

Maybe he can finally start to forgive himself.

***

Oasis Apartments are exactly nine minutes away from North Avenue, except during rush hour where the light have an added two minutes to them. It’s situated right by the highway and drinks up all the sounds of rumbling vehicles through the building’s too-thin walls. Bruce can tell when an eighteen wheeler drives by from the faint rattle of the windows.

The only thing even faintly resembling an oasis is the dirty pool in the centre courtyard with its peeling palm-tree lining. He can even make out tiki torches trapped somewhere in the overgrown greens.

He didn’t pick the Oasis for its amenities or its comforts. In a place like this, no one asks questions. Either they’re too shitfaced to care, or too worried about how to make ends meet before the next rent is due. He doesn’t even care that it’s close to the Depot; he’d applied for the job after signing the lease and paying (in cash).

Bruce walks the steps up to the third floor where his apartment is. There’s an elevator in the building, but he’s pretty sure it hasn’t worked for over a decade. Swinging his lunchbox in hand, he thinks about Barry’s plight and how to help and he pays no mind to the sounds of living filtering in through the various apartment doors.

His thoughts come to a halt as his gaze travels towards a boy sitting at the top of the steps of the third floor. His gray eyes drink in the child’s appearance—his ever ratty clothes, never combed hair and worn shoes—before setting on the open textbook on his lap.

“Cheezus Christ, Mister Bruce! Took you look enough,” the kid grins, flashing his missing tooth—his right lateral incisor.

“Language,” Bruce clips, too tired to put on a smile. Not that his unsociable personality would stop Jason from coming over. He’d explicitly started showing up in Bruce’s life regardless of how welcoming he was.

“What? It’s not like I said ‘fuck’.”

Bruce stops in his tracks and levels the kid with a deadpan stare.

“What?”

Some battles just aren’t worth fighting. The saying has never quite rung true for Bruce until this very moment. He prays to the gods above for the strength to do good in this child’s life, instead of pointing out the obvious: Jason swore to prove his point, thus defeating the purpose. The kid would argue, and they’d go round and around until someone relents. It was by the fourth encounter that Bruce realized Jason was doing it on purpose—trying to pick some kind of mundane argument so that he could stay, if only to finish up the conversation.

Bruce has also long learned not to ask for the boy’s mother anymore. A curious gaze slides towards her apartment, the one right next to his, and her voice comes through: loud, flirty and most importantly, slurred. He sighs softly.

“Yeah,” Jason agrees, looking down at his math book. He doesn’t need to know what Bruce is looking at.

“What about the other one?” Bruce swiftly changes the subject, nodding his head at the apartment across from theirs.

This time, Jason wiggles his bum to turn and look at their neighbour’s place. You know, to make sure that they’re on the same page. His mood lightens up considerably, happy to have an answer for Bruce.

“Oh, Mister Kent got a big break at work. He’ll be out late. I think he’s nervous ‘cause he baked us pie.” Jason jabs his thumb towards Bruce’s door where a foil-wrapped pie awaits him. “Mom already took hers.” And she’s probably having it with whatever client she has with her.

Bruce sighs, again. “Did you eat?” He asks, as he climbs the last handful of steps and picks up the pie.

His keys jangle before they slide into the lock, and the door opens to reveal the most unimpressive apartment in the city. It’s clean, but it’s also empty. Only the bare minimum of furniture are present, and the only reason he even has a second set of cutlery is because of Jason, so they can eat together.

“Well, if you were any slower, I would’a eaten your pie. Count yourself lucky.” Jason trails after him, textbook tucked against his chest and his schoolbag perilously hanging over his shoulder. The zipper’s still open, and its contents threaten to spill across Bruce’s floor. Maybe that’s intentional, too; he can never know with this kid, and in a way, he finds that pleasantly amusing.

“I am truly blessed,” he replies, flatly.

Jason knows the routine by now. He takes off his shoes and sets them by the door. The first time, his socks had holes in them, and he had fought and rebelled against the idea of revealing his poverty to Bruce, even if it was already obvious. This apartment is free of judgement, and it’s a truth that Jason clings to. He’s also prouder now because Bruce got him a whole six-pack of white socks that he washes carefully in the bathroom sink.

If he has a jacket, he’ll stand on his tiptoes to hang it on the coat rack, but he’s only got a light sweater today. He pads over to the kitchen, slings his backpack on the spine of his chair and places his math book on the table. There’s enough place for exactly two people to eat comfortably, and maybe three if Bruce ever invites Mister Kent inside. Maybe then, the googly eyes will stop.

“What do you want?”

Bruce wraps a plain white apron around his waist, and opens the fridge to show Jason his choice of ingredients.

“Grilled cheese!”

“I can make you other things, you know. Things with vegetables.”

Jason sits up a little straighter and cranes his neck to get a better look inside Bruce’s sparse fridge. There’s food, but it’s always the bare minimum for the week. Maybe a little more these days because Jason practically lives here.

“And tomato soup!”

“But—”

“Grilled cheese!”

“I—”

“Tomato soup!”

Well, not much point in arguing anymore.

They both get quiet, focused on their tasks. Bruce gets the soup going, and despite its simplicity, the ingredients are treated with care to achieve perfect richness. It also helps that his palate has not changed in this new life, and his groceries are of the highest quality. He takes great care in disposing of the labels, and making it look like he’d picked them up just down the corner. He takes great care in arranging everything in his home to perfection.

The grilled cheese is the last, made with sourdough and three kinds of cheeses. While he prefers to cook the bare minimum for himself, Jason deserves… more. Bruce slices chives to sprinkle across the perfect crust, adding colour to the golden brown, and swirls a whip of cream across the top of the soup. He cleans the plates and the bowls, ensuring the best possible presentation.

He would be proud—

Bruce shoves that thought out of his mind, but it’s too late. The pain and the grief begins to set in. He has to stop for a moment, staring past the two plates of food, until he can settle his heart and return to baseline.

I am no one,

I come from nowhere,

I feel nothing .

He repeats his mantra as many times as required. When he gets a hold of himself, Bruce breathes in, and carries the food over to his guest.

Jason closes his book, and hops off his chair to wash his hands. He also grabs the cutlery, and brings it over. The two of them? They make a great team.

The food—it’s the best thing Jason has ever tasted. After his first bite, he hums, swinging his feet and wiggling his body to an invisible beat. Good food makes his entire being sing. He smiles to himself and takes a bite of the sandwich. It’s also fucking amazing. Naturally. Everything this weird old man does is kind of… awesome? Not that he’d say it.

“This slaps! How do you make food so good?” He asks with a half-chewed bite in his mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Jason swallows, and takes a big gulp of water. “When my mom makes it, it’s good, but this feels like something you’d get on your birthday at a fancy restaurant.” Don’t get him wrong, he loves his mom’s food, but this feels special and they’re just having dinner at home on a monday.

“You wanna learn?”

“Um, f—friiiiiiick, yeah!”

“Alright, but you’ve got to help me with a project in return. Think you can swing by on the weekend? Not this one, but the one after? I’m trying to help a friend.”

“Depends,” Jason muses, tapping the spoon on his chin and taking a bite of the sandwich. He keeps talking with his mouth full. “What’s the project?”

“You’ll see.” Bruce smiles. “How good is your acting?”

“So good, it’ll make Timothy Chalamet eat his shorts.”

“I don’t know who that is, but sure.”

“You don’t know him!” Jason nearly gets up on his seat, throwing his hands up in the air. “He’s the guy! With the movie! Where he does the thing!”

“Alright, alright, if you settle down and finish your food, I’ll see if we can find one of his movies.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Language.”

“Oops,” but Jason doesn’t seem too sorry about it.

“How was your test?”

Jason gives him a thumbs up, mid-bite. “Aced it!”

“Good boy,” Bruce hums.

He doesn’t need to ask the boy to finish his homework, either. Jason insists on it before doing anything else, which gives Bruce the time to clean up and decompress from work. He patiently prepares his lunch for tomorrow, and tells Jason to bring the leftovers of soup and grilled cheeses back home to his mother. (Or for himself to keep for later.)

About halfway through Dune, Jason falls asleep on the couch, leaning against Bruce. He takes it as a sign that the child feels safe with him; Jason sleeps heavily enough that the sounds of the television or the neighbours through the thin walls never get to him.

Bruce is happy to finish the movie. He’d read the book back in high school, but never got around to watching the film. Time was precious, and he’d spent so much of it trying to be productive. He was one man trying to save the whole world. By doing so, he’d missed the most important parts of it. The people and the experiences who made up his whole world were right there, yet he’d favoured a crusade against an invisible enemy.

No amount of bodies had cured his grief; it’s why he’s trying something new, this time.

Three knocks rap against his door. Bruce is careful when he gets up, replacing his support with a pillow, to answer the door. Jason’s mother, Catherine, glares up at him. Her gaze turns to her son on the couch, and though there is no evidence of foul play, she chooses anger as a defence mechanism.

“This again? What the fuck are you doing with my son?”

Bruce is an even calm in the middle of Catherine’s anger. Her eyes are bloodshot and she’s lost even more weight. Jason had asked him once if he would marry his mother so that she could stop selling herself to the local criminals, even a guy like Bruce would do. He thought about it, but decided against it. People make choices, and they have to live with those choices. The best Bruce can do is give Jason a place to stay so he can have a little peace.

“Jason,” he calls, his voice a low rumble. “Get your things.”

He doesn’t need to ask twice. The kid sits up, rubbing his eyes and drags his feet towards the kitchen. He packs his bag and makes sure to slip the food into it. His mother won’t want to take charity from Bruce. For some reason or other, she hates him. Clark, too. Maybe it’s because they’re nice to him, and they remind her of her failures. Who knows.

“I swear to god, if you do anything to my son, I’ll fucking kill you.” She hisses at Bruce. “I told you not to come here,” Catherine grabs her son’s arm and pulls him away. “There’s something off with that man.”

“Yeah, he’s weird, but he’s nice,” Jason argues back.

#my fics #equalizer #equalizer au #bruce wayne #batman #batfam #jason todd

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mysteriesmuse · 1 year

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Being Hanta Sero’s fiancé includes adding more Spanish lessons to your wedding prep, so that you can better converse with Sero’s gigantic family. It’s a merry-go-round of people dropping by the apartment to give you well-wishes. Complete with extremely excited conversations that you can barely keep up with as a miniature parade of family members pool into your place bearing housewarming gifts and tub-a-ware full of delicious mouthwatering food. It’s late nights at the coffee table bumping hands to reach the delicious arepas in the tub-a-ware and licking your fingers as you two play your own game of Guess Who? desperately trying to remember who everyone is in time for the wedding. It’s Hanta’s thin-lipped grin behind the can of orange fanta as he encourages you through all the laughing and snacking you’re doing. It’s him stopping by to share quick lunches on the balcony, sitting like Spider-Man in the comics, to chrip about the wedding plan and how the budget looks between bites. And it’s the stupidly cheesy and romantic stops on his patrol route. The ones where he pops out of nowhere. His crazy helmet air sprawled through the air as he scares the living daylights out of you as you scream and jump. Him chirping out a, “hey babe!” Before cupping your face in his hand and stealing a passionate kiss before zipping off. Hanta always making sure to guide you away from any danger that he may be swinging towards.

It’s chattering away about finding ways to not skimp on the house with the picket fences, it’s the dog that the two of you want to adopt as soon as you purchase and move into the perfect house. When you move out of the apartment that doesn’t allow pets. It’s so that the two of you don’t have to cut any friends and family of your wedding list to save on catering. It’s finding the perfect band because together you’ve agreed live-music is a must. It’s the continued expenses on your dance classes that the two of you met at. Now working together and playing around in the studio afterwards with new steps and new twists and leaps. The two of you working to choreograph your first dance together. It’s the way Hanta promises to show up every week. One of the only ones of his friends that’s committed to having a good work/life balance. It’s him rolling in just before class starts, walking over to where you’re stretching and giving a playful bump with his skinny jean clad hip to greet you. It’s him with a hint of bubble gum on his breath as he pecks the corner of your lips and asks what y’all are doing today. It’s him sneaking kisses onto your knuckles as y’all hold hands and do the steps and him sneaking then onto your neck and shoulder as you spin underneath his arm, his incredibly tanned and strong forearms that you love holding you close in a barrage of kisses whenever y’all reset the floor. The fluidity with which he moves his feet across the floor and the way he moves his hips to the music makes you want to drag him home by the tape nape. Fingers interlaced and lips smushed together. It’s your late night routine. The radio quietly playing, both of you humming or singing along as you take turns massaging hair oils onto each other scalps. The two of you languidly brushing your fingers along the silky strands, taking care of your luscious hair. The two of you hoping to have crazy beautiful locks to style at the wedding. And it’s the two of y’all whispering and giggling about your wedding plans. It’s the two of y’all being two friends in love and planning for a beautiful future together.

#mysteriesmusing #hanta sero #sero x y/n #sero fluff #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #reader insert #sero x reader #sero x you #Just had such a beautiful vision for this tape boy this afternoon and I HAD to put it out there!#he deserves more love

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man11c · 2 years

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Xavier x Reader - Maybe a few more lessons. Pt 5.

Plot - During second term, you join Nevermore academy. One of the first things you do is join the archery club, and from there you get to know Xavier Thorpe. At first he seems head over heels for Wednesday, but maybe at some point he'll see something in you? In school, you go through many dilemmas which you need to solve.

Part 5

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"(Y/n) really! A date with my ex? I told you how I feel about him. And you go off and pull this." Bianca raised her voice frustrated. Maybe this was her jealousy coming out now. A puff of air left her mouth as she looked at you. You stood guilty at the door, looking down not knowing what to do. Anything you'd say would only make it worse. "I warned you about him. Yet you don't listen. I'm your freind? Yet you go ahead and do this? (Y/n)?" Bianca stood infront of you with a dawning look in her eyes which you were too scared to look into. Her eyes pierced through your soul as she looked at you. "My ex (y/n)." She only added to your building guilt. "I saw how you walked around, laughing and giggling with him. But sure... it was for the project (y/n) wasn't it."

You were lost for words, but eventually the conversation ended anyway. You sat on your bed, turned to face the other side of the room. Guilt bubbled inside of your stomach, it moved up along your stomach all the way up to your throat. A lump of guilt stuck in your throat that practically choked you. All you did was stay silent, and think about how you hurt your freind already. So early on in the year and something like this already happned. You curled into your bed, blankets wrapping around you as you shut your eyes tightly hoping to fall asleep. Though, snipits of the day kept playing on in your mind. It only made you feel worse.

From that point on, you tried to avoid Xavier as much as you could. Not showing up to archery, giving Xavier the most blunt replies. You even told him to work on the project independently because you had no time to see him. Whenever you saw him in the halls you'd walk the other way, staying stuck to Biancas side to avoid him. You did it for your freind, you didn't want to ruin your guys friendship over something like this. Xavier tried to reach out to you, he waited on you after class yet you'd walk right past him or tell him some bullshit excuse telling him you had to hurry up and be somewhere. You felt bad that you kept shutting him down. Xavier wondered what happned, why you threw a sudden curve ball at him and started to avoid him. He looked at you in class, yet each time you weren't looking his way. But you felt his gaze glued onto you. He tapped his pen againts the table vigorously as he tried to make sense of it. For once he wasn't talking and bothering Wednesday either as he was too caught with you. Xavier was frustrated to see you like this. Again he tried his shot to wait on you, and yet again you ran away catching up with Bianca. He sighed with frustration, biting on his gum as he watched you get smaller as distance between you grew.

It was the end of the day thankfully. You walked outside and saw a glimpse of Xavier who painted on the wall yet again. You tried to sneak past him in hopes he wouldn't see you. Of couse he did though. He turned to see how you were rushing past him. "(Y/n)!" Xavier called out your name as he stepped away from his painting. But you pretended as if you didn't hear him and kept on walking. Xavier didn't let you go this time. "(Y/n)! Stop avoiding me for god sake." You heard his voice get closer to you before he latched onto your wrist, keeping you from running any further away from him. You freeze in the moment, your body getting stiff under his harsh grasp.

"Tell me what wrong? Why the hell have you been avoiding me like this for weeks now? You have totally blanked me. I at least want to know why?" Xavier looked at you with a hurt expression, his brows hanging low as his eyes were deep with emotion and question. His hair sort of messy with him jogging to catch up with you. Yet, all you could do is stare at him with an empty voice. He didn't give up however. He stood adamant and waiting for you to say something, anything. "Please (y/n)." His voice softned as he pleaded you to speak. Eventually you could muster up a big enough voice to say something to him. "I'm sorry Xavier... Bianca was upset at me and well she's my freind so I didn't want to upset her anymore than I have." You looked anywhere but Xaviers face. You didn't want to face his dissapointed gaze that stuck to you. Looking at the painting on the wall behind him as you slowly explained why. From the corner of your eye, you could see as his lips parted as you looked at you with the exact look you didn't want him to. It read 'are you serious?!'

"Biancas your freind? I'm your freind too (y/n)! And you've hurt me as well by avoiding me. Biancas jealous. She always has been." Xavier exclaimed to you as he dropped your wrist. He had thought it was maybe Biancas doing. "I'm sorry Xavier..." Your hand dropped back to your side and swung for a moment before settling. The two of you stood in silence, which Xavier broke first. "You could at least make it up by actually showing up to archery today." He told you, his voice dejected as he walked off. You stood alone for a while before turning to walk away. If it wasn't enough to be guilty for upsetting Bianca, you were now upset for hurting Xaviers feelings. But you returned to your dorm to ponder on it. Bianca was pleased because you no longer spent so much time with Xavier. Though, really she wasn't exactly looking out for you. It was more so her jealousy speaking for her.

You looked at the time - 5:40PM Bianca wasn't around... and you did want to make it up to Xavier. Dragging yourself from the warmth of your bed, you got yourself ready and headed outside - wondering if you actually wanted to even go. Xavier waited patiently, looking at the time on his phone often and looked around to see if you were around. He doubted you'd come, but he stood and waited for a person who may not ever come. It took you a while to get yourself down there, but you got outside. The fresh air coming across your face waking you up a little. Xavier saw you and relief came over him, and really he was happy. He couldn't hide the smile that hinted at his lips. "You're late (y/n) not really like you to be late like this." Xaviers tone so much lighter than it had been before. You noticed it. You croxed a laugh from your lips. "Yeah I'm sorry, but you can't say anything yourself. But I'm surprised you're here on time." Your voice perked up as you walked past him to grab a bow. It had been a while since you picked one up since you'd been avoiding Xavier. "I was waiting for you." Xavier told you with a smile on his lips before he turned to shove his hair up into a bun. Grabbing a hair tie from his wrist and slipped his long hair away from his face. The sides of his face showing.

"Wow... I didn't think you'd be this rusty. You definitely need more lessons." Xavier grimaced at the way you kept on missing, or just barely hitting the target. It made you genuinely laugh, finally a proper smile on your lips. "I know I know, but to be fair I haven't touched this thing in like twoish weeks so don't be harsh on me." You whined to Xavier while holding the bow and positioned your shoulders properly, or well... you attempted. The air around you lifted as you were able to joke about with Xavier more.

Before you parted your ways, Xavier stood infront of you again stopping you from leaving. "Promise you won't let Bianca do this again?" He looked down at you with his eyes narrowed. You nodded happily in reply. "Promise." You held out your pinky finger infront of you. Xavier gave a nasaly laugh as he locked pinkies with you, wrapping his pinky around yours. He pulled your hand closer to his chest. His face was so gentle in that moment while he looked at you. His eyes soft pools and his lashes batting at you. Only now you noticed how big and delicate his hands were. "Good, I missed my freind." He rolled his eyes before he left. "I'll see you around, so don't try avoid me." He joked while he waved at you. You smiled and waved back at him as you shook your head. You felt so much more relived now, your stomach lighter with less worry now. Plus Xavier was good at making people feel better, he was a radiant person to be about.

Xavier left you a text not long after you had left his view. Xavier : 'My dorm tomorrow? We have a project to finish. ' Well he was straight forward.

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Sort of a bumpy one... but the ending was so 💞❗️

Part 6 out now ❗️❗️

Word count : 1536

#Spotify #xavier x reader #xavier x y/n #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #percy hynes white #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #wednesday #netflix #nevermore #nevermore academy #x reader #bianca barclay #fanfic #xavier thrope #xavier thrope fanfic

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atmilliways · 1 year

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Wrong On The Money (31)

part 31 of ?? | 542 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

When Wayne is out or asleep, Steve gets Eddie his meds when it’s time for a new dose. He unpacks boxes and hangs up posters (and then moves it up . . . and a little bit higher . . . and little to the left . . .). He changes Eddie’s bandages, which is an exercise in trying not to stare and trying not to let his touch linger anywhere. It’s a lot.

31.

Steve might have miscalculated in moving in with the Munsons.

Not that it isn’t great! Because it is.

There are family dinners almost every night. Wayne is a decent cook, too. Eddie. . . . Well, Eddie is hit or miss, because he tends to get easily distracted. And Steve, for the first time in his life, has regularly scheduled positive feedback on what he considers the most basic of recipes: lasagna, fettuccine Alfredo, meatloaf, spaghetti Bolognese. . . .

But Eddie always gives these little moaning mmm’s of appreciation and lopsided smiles with dimples. He keeps telling Steve he’s a culinary genius. And every time, Steve has to cough or turn or duck his head to hide a blush because he cannot handle it.

Then there’s helping Eddie, because the guy still can’t move around much on his own. When Wayne is out or asleep, Steve gets him his meds when it’s time for a new dose. He unpacks boxes and hangs up posters (and then moves it up . . . and a little bit higher . . . and little to the left . . .). He changes Eddie’s bandages, which is an exercise in trying not to stare and trying not to let his touch linger anywhere.

It’s a lot.

“So,” Robin says after a week and change, leaning against the counter next to him during the dullest part of a dull shift. (They have a lot of those. Really, it probably says a lot about their jobs that they weren’t fired for leaving Family Video closed over the first weekend of Spring Break, long before the ‘earthquake’ struck.) “How’s that crush going?”

With a groan, Steve drops his forehead on a stack of VHS tapes that he’s supposed to be sorting. “Dimples, Rob. He has dimples.”

“He does,” she allows, and he can tell from her tone that she doesn’t get it. “Is that . . . the moral opposite of chewing bubble gum that might get in your hair?”

Steve lifts his head to scowl at her. “How long have you been waiting to throw that one back at me?”

“Pretty much since the moment you said it.”

He groans again and pushes away from the counter, leaving the employees only area for more room to pace in the otherwise empty store. “You don’t get it. He smiles so much.”

Robin hesitates. “Really?”

“Yes really!” Steve waves irritably at himself. “You think I would be this pathetic if it didn't happen all the time?”

She throws her hands up, narrowly missing punching the computer right off the counter. “I don’t know! Whenever I see him he’s usually more like . . . big doe eyes and serious ruminations. Unless he’s playing D&D or guitar, or, um. . . .”

“Or?” Steve prompts.

She crosses her arms. “You’re going to be weird about this, but. . . . Or when he knows you’re looking.”

And she’s right; Steve can feel himself getting weird about it before she finishes saying the last word. Because why would Eddie Munson, now finally graduated, want one of his former high school bullies to think he’s all sunshine and smiles all the time? Even with the truce, even with kind of being friends, it makes no fucking sense.

He spends the rest of the shift bickering with her about it, which is at least sort of a distraction.

#steddie blackmail fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #my fanfic #come on steve use that hair-covered noggin of yours #he's so dumb that i. the writer. the GOD of this shitshow. am starting to get frustrated.#i have no one to blame but myself (and everyone who's enabled me so far)

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Looking Out For You

Pairing: Draken x Fem Reader

Summary: Being a girl in a gang is unusual in the readers conditions, but she uses that to her advantage, specifically in a fighting ring between gangs where she earns herself money, but also makes some enemies and when she thinks she’s done for, her friends come to save the day, Draken being the one to take care of her…

Warnings: Swearing, Male x Female fight, mentions of blood

Word Count: 3.6k

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

“You gotta be kidding me!”

All of the guys at the fight were laughing hysterically whenever I stepped up, all of them pointing at me, some small girl, popping bubble gum with my hands in my pockets.

It looked like I was lost, but this exactly what I wanted.

“Who would bet on you, shorty?!” This guy was sure he had this fighting in the bag, poking my forehead to send me back some before going into stance, “I’m gonna get a whole lot of money out of this one.”

“Don’t go easy on me,” Pop went my bubble gum, shooting a smile as he ran after me.

All of these guys were so typical and easy to read. They were just street fighters, the crowd cheering him on as they thought he had the advantage:

“Show her who’s boss! Kick her little a-“

That boy threw his punch and it was so easy to dodge, raising up my knee and spinning to the side with my left, leaving the back of his head wide open for my right leg to shoot up and kick him in the head.

Silence fell as he dropped like a ton of bricks, knocked out cold, slumped murmurs falling out of his mouth with drool onto the concrete.

“What was that about kicking my ass?” I snickered, blowing another bubble, “Didn’t even lose any flavor in this gum yet!”

“Wha- Did she just knock him out?!”

They were all flabbergasted, meanwhile I was smiling, eyes locking onto my next contestant.

“You got lucky! But that won’t work on me, girly!”

Some shaved head idiot started raging toward me and right as he approached me, one kick up right under the chin.

He was tougher than the last guy, that one didn’t knock him out, but it wasn’t done just yet, smashing his head with an elbow and that one did the trick, having him falling to the ground just like his friend.

“Anyone here actually gonna give me a challenge?”

Looking around, all of the guys here we frozen, jaws on the ground with all eyes on me.

“No?” I popped my gum again, shaking my head, “What a shame. Make sure you’re all ready for next time. You haven’t seen the last of me!”

This was such an easy game. Considering my mother worked all night long and still didn’t make much money, I fought in these little tournaments between gangs to earn some money.

No one would ever bet on me because I was the only girl who would stepped up to a man, let alone gang members too.

I was a member of the Tokyo Majin Gang, but I rarely showed my face, so I was a mere stranger to everyone.

But I had a friend on the inside. He’d bet the money, I win the fights, we split the profit and we both get good money from it.

“You never fail, Y/N! Look how much yen we got this time!”

Heading over with Joko down the alley we always took home, he sure had a bright smile on his face and it went right onto mine.

“Oh hell yeah!” I smiled, taking my half, “Just imagine all cash we’ll get if we keep it up!”

“No kidding, sis!” He laughed, cheering as he skipped down the alley, but suddenly coming to a halt as he stumbled into a tall stature.

“Oh, hey Draken,” I nodded up at him, but his face was as stone cold as ever. Something told me that he wasn’t happy with me.

“Excuse me! I’m so sorry, sir!” Joko immediately bowed his head and kept posture.

I was close to Draken, so I didn’t bother, but did stay still whenever Draken commanded to Joko:

“You go on ahead home. Y/N and I need to have a talk. I’ll walk her home.”

“Yes, sir!” Joko bowed once more before waving to me and running off.

“Aww, Kenny. If you missed me that’s all you had to say,” I giggled, joining his side as we began our walk.

“What did I tell you about calling me that?!” He growled, making me laugh more:

“Don’t be so serious, my man! Anywho, what we do we need to talk about?”

“You can wait till we get to your place,” He murmured, hands in his pockets and following me along.

That wasn’t a good sign. Was something happening with the gang that I needed to know about?

Regardless, during our walk I prepared myself. Thank goodness my mother left already, heading in and getting us two colas , sliding on to him over the counter.

“So, we’re here. What’s the deal?” Some cola eased my nerves a bit, and finally Draken spoke his mind:

“So, why do I still keep hearing about a some short girl, who likes to pop bubble gum, showing up at gang fights for money?”

“Uhhh-,” I giggled softly, sipping my cola and clearly lying, “I have no idea! She sounds dangerous.”

“What did I tell you about fighting in those little rings, huh?” Draken wasn’t messing around this time.

Just great.

“That’s what this is about, man?” Why was he so worried about this?! “You know that I’m a taijutsu master! Those guys are so easy to beat! It’s easy money that I put towards the gang and take care of myself with. You know I don’t have it easy, Draken!”

“I get that, but it’s dangerous,” He glared deep into my eyes, he seriously didn’t want me doing this and I already knew why, “You’re a-“

“Girl?” I shot an intense glare right back at him. I hated whenever someone told me not to do something because I’m a girl. It’s such bullshit.

“And one of these days, you’re gonna run into a big dude that you might not take down!” Draken slammed his hands on the counter, already towering over me and that made him feel even bigger, “Or you’re gonna piss them off so bad that they’re going it try and jump you!”

“Like that’ll happen!” I slammed my hands down right in front of him and attempted to size him up, “I get why you worry, but come on! You’ve seen me fight!”

“For fucks sake, Y/N! What would you do if one day those guys get you alone, huh? And you have to fight a whole group of them without Joko or someone else with you? Tell me!”

His scenario did make me think and I truly didn’t know what I would do. Even my cockiness wouldn’t kick in while thinking about it.

“Listen,” Draken sighed deeply, trying to settle the tension between us, “I just want you to be careful, okay? You’re fighting between multiple gangs and I don’t want this to turn into a big issues when it’s stupid.”

Again, I just stayed quiet. I guess there were other ways I could earn myself some money, but fighting is one thing I’ve always known and it was the easiest route.

Coming around the counter, he placed his hand on my shoulder, looking down into my eyes:

“Do you at least understand where I’m coming from?”

“Yeah, I understand,” I whispered softly, staring at the floor till his fingertips lifted my chin so our gaze reconnected:

“I know you can kick ass, Y/N. You are a badass, you just can’t be so reckless.”

“Aww,” I couldn’t stand the seriousness anymore, getting him tongue tied when I twirled the strand of blonde hair in his face, “Who knew you were such a big softy.”

“Softly?! How dare you!” He growled, swatting my hand away, making me laugh more:

“Chill, man! You’re blushing, by the way.”

“Blushing?!” That only made his face more red and I held my stomach from laughing so much!

“It’s kinda cute though,” I just had to keep poking at him, till he booped my forehead:

“Whatever. I’ll see you later, shorty.”

“No hug goodbye? How rude!” I teased, thinking I’d get a cold shoulder, till he wrapped one arm around my shoulder and side hugged me:

“There? Happy now?”

That made me smile, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Draken hug anyone, let alone me!

“Yeah,” I smiled softly, stopping him before he walked out of the door, “And hey, I promise I’ll call it quits with the fighting ring for a while You did make a good point.”

“I always do,” He smiled softly, looking away for a moment thinking, and he made me smile even more, “Tomorrow the guys and I are gonna go for a ride and do some talking. Tag along, I know that bike of yours can ride.”

“Faster than yours,” I giggled, left smiling as he rolled his eyes, shutting the door:

“Whatever you say, shorty!”

*the next day*

Today was as typical as any other. School was easy, I went to taijutsu practice after and on the way out, I got the text to meet up so we could have some fun racing before the meeting.

I wasn’t paying attention while walking out the back door into the parking lot, sending Draken a text that I was leaving practice, but my head jumped up as I heard metal crashing.

My bike! That asshole I knocked out yesterday was smashing it with a bat!

“You dick!” I yelled at him, charging right for him till I felt someone grab me by the hair.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?! Haha!”

The other guy I knocked out too?! I quickly grabbed his wrist, pulling his arm down and elbowing him in the joint as hard as I could.

That was enough to make him let go, backing away quickly to see that I was surrounded. That guy and all of his buddies were here.

Shit, this was bad. Very bad. To think Draken was right about this.

“You think we were just gonna let you off the hook after the stunt you pulled yesterday, huh?”

This was the first time in a long time I had to take my fighting stance in a real fight. I was surrounded, all of them closing in on me.

In that moment, I thought of what Draken said, what was I gonna do?

Looking around the circle, I was left with only one option. I picked out the smallest guy and punched his lights out to kick off the fight:

“I don’t go down easy! Bring it on, bitches!”

It’s been a while since I’ve been in a situation like this, but I didn’t go down without a fight. I actually took out a good bit of them.

It was just so hard to watch my back, that being the one disadvantage when I felt my hair get gripped up tight.

The grip left a burn in my scalp, but I wasn’t giving up, trying to kick the one guys away, but he kicked my knee out then kneed me right in the ribs.

That instantly knocked all of the wind out of me, about coughing up a lung, eyes heavy and head woozy whenever he picked my head up by the hair again:

“Told ya we’d teach you a lesson! Coming to our fight club and thinking you own the place!”

A punch right to my gut made me collapse, but he kept me up by the hair. All I could try to do in that moment was breathe, but the sound of motorcycle engines caught my attention.

Tires screeching made everyone come to a halt, hearing from behind me:

“Y/N!!”

Baji?

“You get your damn hands off of her!”

There was Draken right in front of me and he sent that dude into another atmosphere with just one punch.

Finally, I was let go and I fell to the concrete, curled up into a ball, coughing and heavily panting. Those punches and knee strikes were so strong I still couldn’t breathe right.

“Wait? She’s with the Tokyo Majin Gang?!”

That sure took them all by surprise. Glancing upward briefly, Draken, Baji, and Mikey were kicking all of their asses.

“Hey, Y/N! You gotta breathe! Don’t worry, I got you,” Mitsuya scooped me up in his arms softly and I tried my best.

Along with his coaching, I was finally breathing right, but damn did I feel like crap.

“You listen to me!” Everyone stopped what they were doing, all of those guys beat up and on the ground while Draken had their leader by the shirt.

I’ve never seen Draken so intimidating and terrifying before, that guy about pissing himself, shaking in fear as Draken growled in his face:

“If you ever even come near her again, it’ll be the last thing you ever do!”

“Now, fuck off!” Baji made sure to get one last hit in, laughing while they all picked themselves off and ran for their lives.

“How is she?” Mikey was the next to come over and I hated that they had to see me like this.

This was the first time someone managed to put me down in a brawl, attempting to stand up as I groaned:

“I-I’m fine.”

The moment I stood up, I collapsed again, but Draken was there, holding me in his arms:

“No you’re not, Y/N. You got a bloody lip and all.”

“And they destroyed your bike?” Mitsuya observed, and I was defeated, just laying my head against Draken’s chest:

“I have no idea how they found out where the dojo is. They completely blindsided me.”

“Baji, Mitsuya! Take care of her bike. I’m gonna take her home.”

“On it,” Mitsuya and Baji both came to my sides, helping me up to my feet.

“Don’t worry, I can hang on to your bike,” Holding my stomach, I limped alongside Draken, making sure to thank them all, “You guys really came in the Knick of time huh?”

“We planned on meeting up here after all, it’s a good racing start,” Mitsuya informed me, “Good thing we came when we did.”

“You know we always have your back, sis,” Baji smiled softly, Mikey smiling at me too:

“Always.”

“Thanks guys,” I said softly, head down as I went to Draken’s bike.

“You sure you’ll be okay for the ride?” Draken was hesitant to hop on because of my condition, but I climbed right on and just nodded.

This pain was like burning in hell. I was clinging onto Draken for dear life during that ride and it wasn’t even five minutes.

I was so grateful that my mom worked nights, if I came home like this and she saw me? Dear goodness, she’d lose her shit.

When we walked in the door, I had my back turned, ready to take care of myself alone, telling Draken:

“Thanks for bringing me home. I’ll take care of myself, I promise.”

“Y/N,” He sighed, shaking his head, “You can’t even walk.”

“Barely, but I’m still walking,” I went to take another step forward, but Draken shut and locked the door, coming and scooping me softly.

“You got anything to clean that cut?” He asked, taking me to my room and sitting me on the bed softly.

“Bathroom on the shelf,” I whispered softly, sitting there trying to hold back tears from how my ribs hurt.

I was so pissed that I allowed this to happen to me, that Draken was right about the bad side to this fighting ring stuff.

I never lost a fight and the fact that they had to jump me? What cowards.

“Alright, I got some wraps for your ribs too. I can tell they’re banged up,” Draken came back to me, kneeling in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed.

“No kidding, guess I’ll just get it over with,” I went to take the wraps, but I stopped as he instructed:

“Lift your shirt up. It’s gonna be hard to do yourself.”

“O-Oh, okay-“

Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? On top of that, it hurt like hell when I lifted my arms up, biting my lip to hide the cry trying to come out of me.

“Here,” Draken slipped my shirt off like it was nothing, leaving me in my sports bra and when he looked down at me, gosh my cheeks were hot.

“T-Thanks,” No one ever made me stutter like this, I hope I wasn’t being too awkward, but it was like nothing to him:

“You’re welcome. I’m gonna try to be as easy as I can. You should ice this too.”

Running his large hand across my side, his hands were soft, which surprised me a little, the both of us noticing the bruises forming on me already.

“Ready?” Draken looked up to me for assurance before wrapping up my ribs and I just nodded, sucking in a breath, eyes shut tight but it didn’t stop the tears.

Even when he was as gentle as possible, the stings and pains were a lot.

“Hey, all done. It’s okay,” My eyes were still closed, but I felt his thumb wipe away the tears running down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Draken,” I cried softly, wiping the rest of my tears, “I should’ve have listened to you. I tried to fight, but there was just too many of them. I would’ve been dead if it weren’t for you and the guys.”

“It’s not your fault those guys are a bunch of punks,” Draken sighed, trying to help just because I was crying but I shook my head:

“You told me to stop fighting before something like this happened and I didn’t listen. I’m so stupid!”

“Listen, all that matters is that, we got you out of that fight,” When I felt him holding the side of my face, I finally looked him in the eyes, his gaze settling me along with his deepening voice, “There’s nothing we can do to change it, but it’s all gonna be alright.”

Nodding softly, I whispered softly, “Thanks again, Draken. I don’t think I can thank you guys enough.”

“Like Baji and Mikey said, we always have your back. Always.”

That put a small smile on my face and it was nice to get a smile back from him. It made all of the bad emotions start to drift away.

“Need anything else? Don’t worry about the little meeting. We can handle it another time,” I was so appreciative of him taking care of me and I did want to ask him something, but I was so nervous.

I always had the, fuck it, mentality, so I went ahead and asked softly:

“Do you mind s-staying the night?”

“Your moms not gonna get pissed, is she?”

Wait, he’s cool with it? That about made my eyes pop out of my head, snapping out of it a bit to reply:

“She crashes in her room as soon as she comes home. Literally always. I’m not worried about it. It’s just-“

“Just what?” No one’s ever seen me like this and I think that’s why Draken was being so understanding, extremely hard to get off my chest:

“That was the first time in my life I think, that I was truly scared. You know how some of these gangs are and what they do to girls. Let alone one who kicked their asses.”

“Now, you know I’d never let anything like that happen to you,” He assured, hugging me softly as he stood up, “Let’s get you laid down, you need to relax.”

That I surely agreed on, fixing my pillows and laying back as softly as I could, groaning through some pain, but relaxation waved over me as Draken turned off the lights, trying not to watch him too much as he tossed off his shirt, left in his tank top and shorts, definitely not admiring his tall, muscular stature.

He got into bed next to me as softly as he could, but the little bounce from his weight made my head hurt more, and he noticed how hard I closed my eyes.

“I’m sor-“

“It’s alright,” I cooed quickly, fixing my hair, “That guy about ripped my hair out and it still hurts.”

Everything came to a sudden halt, the pain I was feeling, my heart, time almost, whenever Draken scooted closer to me, kissing the top of my head softly.

“Hair pulling is such a bitch move.”

I went to speak, but nothing came out, my heart going double time as pet the top of my head softly, slicking my hair back.

“You alright?”

Sometimes he was so oblivious to others feelings, and I managed to get something out when I whispered:

“Is it okay if I tell you something?”

“What’s up?”

Again, completely oblivious. Hopefully, my actions made things more clear as I took his arm that was close to me, placing it over me softly, fighting tears again as I admitted to him:

“I feel so safe with you. Like nothing could ever hurt me.”

“That’s because you are,” Another kiss, but on my forehead, made those tears happy ones, feeling the drowsiness guiding me to sleep along with his whisper: “I’ll always protect you, Y/N.”

#Tokyo Revengers #Tokyo Revengers fic #Tokyo Revengers fanfic #tokyo Revengers fluff #Draken #Draken x reader #Draken fic #Draken fanfic #ken ryuuguji x y/n #ken ryuuguji imagine #Draken imagine #Tokyo rev imagine #read and enjoy

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ghostkidsblog · 2 years

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Do you have any headcanons about the Shadow Boys when it comes to food? (I know that's random but I'm hungry so this came to mind)

Of course I don't mind, although I don't know which category of food your asking so I'll try to name at least 5-7 food types.

Griffin stagg

I see Griffin actually loving the flavor of mint chocolate chip ice cream or strawberry ice cream but it has to have small bits of strawberry in it or he refuses to eat it.

Spaghetti and meatballs, his mom made it for him once testing out a recipe and now forever loves them and asks his mom to make them for dinner at least 2 or 3 times a week. He would also help his mom make them whenever he can.

Animal cookies, his favorite would always be the lion shaped cookies, I mean like it's animal cookies, besides I think he used to play with them when he was little

Apple juice and cherry/ strawberry sodas are his all time favorite drinks, you can't tell me he doesn't enjoy cherry or strawberry soda. Also it's a funny moment when there is a fight going on and he is just there drinking his apple juice box in the background.

Billy Showalter

Billy gives me the type of person to like apple pie, along with any dessert that is apple flavored

Chocolate ice cream all the way. He loves and I mean loves Chocolate ice cream, he also enjoys sherbet ice cream

Hates root beer soda, he actually is a fan of coca cola, he likes the classic cola can.

Loves and I mean LOVES Caramel apples on a stick. His sister introduced him to the dessert ever since he was little and they went to the local fair, and has loved it ever sense then.

Vance Hopper

I haven't thought much about Vance so most of these if not all are ideas from a couple of friends on discord gc!

Vance would like to eat old fashioned recipes because his mother would make them for him growing up. ( It can be french,Italian, heck even Greek whatever you headcanon to be he will always love the old recipes)

He is a meat lover, meatloaf,hamburgers,hotdogs,etc. He will love it if it has meat in it.

Rocky road ice cream, I thought long and hard for this one, I genuinely think he would love the rocky road or any Flavor with huts in them.

Spicy chips, he would eat them without a problem. He has a high tolerance to spicy foods and he loves them to snack on.

Cookies, personally snickerdoodles or sugar cookies. He baked them with his mom and molded them with cookie cutter with whatever shapes they had. I like to think vance liking cinnamon treats sue me for headcanoning that.

Bruce Yamada

Mint chocolate chip & chocky chocolate ice cream, I had that idea in my head since freaking October. He would love those two flavors.

Chocolate desserts/treats he would love to have anything chocolate flavored.

Peaches and apples would be his favorite fruit in my book. He would share his peache or apple in slices with his friends/shadow boys.

Big league bubble gum, he also likes other flavors but I can't seem to find what type of flavors there are.

Robin Arellano

I don't care what anyone says Robin is a HUGE SWEET TOOTH KID, he definitely likes those bonbon cookies in the Mexican store

His mom's cooking is the best, whether that be empanadas, enchiladas, heck eve chicken soup, it's his favorite because his mom makes the best food

He strikes me as a sour gummy worm kid, like he would enjoy eating sour gummy worms while everyone else he knows dislike or hate the taste of them or how they look

Chicken tenders was his favorite school food, the only thing that looked safe to eat was chicken tenders and he would gladly give you a full on lecture/rant on how the chicken tenders are the best option (he also like dinosaur nuggets!)

Mangonada & cookies n cream is his favorite ice cream in my book

Finney Blake

M&Ms and 100 grand chocolate bar is his favorite candies (he definitely separates the cold tone M&Ms and warm tone M&Ms then eats the cold tones ones first)

Vanilla ice cream lover but doesn't mind eating other flavors (he would put sprinkles & other toppings on his ice cream you can't change my mind on that)

Grape and cherry soda lover (he definitely goes to the store only getting grape or cherry soda and nothing else)

Garlic bread is his favorite bread to snack on (his mom taught him how to make it when he was a bit young and still has the recipe on how to make it)

He strikes me on loving a chicken Alfredo and beef stroganoff dish (he was sleeping over at Robin's at the time and robin’s mom made these two dishes and Finney loved it so much he asked Robin's mom on how to make them afterwards)

Sorry for such a late response, I've been busy with both personal and school problems. Thank you for being so patient with me and I hope you enjoy this answer for your ask! :D

-Ghostkid

#the black phone #finney blake #bruce yamada #robin arellano #vance hopper #griffin stagg #billy showalter #this has been in my head for a while #i need sleep #im sorry forgive meee😭#ghostkid talks #thank you for the asks!:]

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burnwater13 · 10 months

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Baby? Baby! Why did anyone think Grogu was a baby? He was fifty years old for crying out loud. Not five. Sure when he was five he was a baby. Technically he was a five year old, but it wasn’t like he was walking around. He was kind of crawling when he didn’t just use the Force.

Yup, that’s right. Grogu used to float around the Jedi Temple’s nursery using the Force and not a pram. He didn’t know that he shouldn’t do that. He just knew that he wanted to get somewhere and that was a way to do it. He wished he remembered how to float around like he did then. He remembered that it was fun and effortless.

He asked Master Yoda once why it stopped working that way and Master Yoda had replied that he forgot that he didn’t need to know how to do it, or words to that affect. Grogu found that confusing most of the time. When he asked Luke about it, while he was at Jedi Sleep Away Camp, Luke said he was trying too hard. Grogu was pretty sure that was Luke said whenever anything didn’t work out quite as he’d hoped. Grogu was just glad he didn’t get that ‘Do or Do not. There is no try’ line that Master Yoda loved and Luke adopted like a lost Tooka.

Grogu asked his dad and realized immediately that the Mandalorian was terrified at the prospect of Grogu just floating around wherever he wanted to go. Grogu tried not to laugh at that, at least not loudly. While imagining the Mandalorian swooping here and there using his flight pack in order to collect Grogu from the tops of buildings, starships, and trees, was really funny, he could sense the bounty hunter’s panic and Grogu still hadn’t figured out how heal him from that and then they both became distressed.

None the less, Grogu still wanted to re-learn whatever it was he had forgotten. It occurred to him that the lack of this knowledge had kept him from getting cookies whenever he wanted them. Dank Farrik. He didn’t want to have that happen again. He trusted the pit droids and R-5 to give him a hand but what about all the times they weren’t around to help? His dad never let him bring them to school on Nevarro and that’s where he most wanted to use those floating skills.

But getting back to the Client thinking that he was baby, Grogu had thought the man was better informed than that. Dr. Pershing certainly knew that he wasn’t a baby. He called Grogu a ‘child’. Grogu didn’t care for that either, but it was the actual truth. He wasn’t as adult yet, at least not by Master Yoda’s measurement system.

“Age matters not, young one. As old as you act, you are.”

The fact that Grogu had been blowing bubbles and had filled his training room with them at the time had prompted that comment, after Master Yoda assigned him to clean up the mess by himself. Grogu had protested that Ian had helped him with that little bit of mischief, but the Jedi Master knew that Grogu had actually done the heavy lifting. All Ian had done was to get the soap from the cleaning supply room.

Ian had been assigned to do cleaning tasks at the direction of Master Drallig, which Grogu considered light duty generally. Grogu hadn’t known that Ian had managed to trick Master Drallig into showing him how to defeat binders and other locks and then had used that knowledge to acquire a variety items forbidden from use within the Jedi Temple, most notably chewing gum. Ian had spent two days scraping the gum off of all the surfaces he had worked so hard to place it on the prior week.

“Buddy, why do you care what anyone called you? That was a long time ago. You are my son and apprentice. A baby can’t do that work.” The Mandalorian patted him gently on the shoulder and handed him a bowl of stew.

Grogu was glad that his dad was there to guide him. He didn’t need to care what other people thought. There was one person Grogu wanted to make proud and it certainly wasn’t ‘The Client’.

Baby? Nope. Not him.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin

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fizzigigsimmer · 1 year

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Steve is a struggling superhero trying to gain entry into The Defense League, where the top tier superhero’s work together to save the galaxy. But his powers are unruly. He’s kinda like the hulk only instead of going smash, when he loses control of himself he spits out solar energy. He can cause a lot of damage if he’s not careful, and his origin as a hero is pretty messy. Rich boy doing penance: it’s been done. He’s not even president of the club (that’s Tony). Steve’s gadgets aren’t nearly as cool as the tin man’s but Dustin and the rest of the nerd squad certainly keep him in the most unique gear. The indestructible bubble gum actually does adhere itself to any surface. He had to buy a new laundry machine, but he certainly can’t fault them for imagination.

Steve may be a third string hero, but he must be doing something right because he’s already got an arch nemesis. ‘The Hurricane’ blows in about once a month to terrify Saturday afternoon shoppers and trash the downtown in the name of anti-capitalism or whatever, and Steve seems to be the only one who can stop him. The Brain? Turns out her cloaking ability doesn’t hold up to torrential rain. Freeze Frame? Won’t get near the guy after Hurricane picked him up and blew him right into the giant fish tank at Bob’s Seafood. Prism (Robin to those in the know) was done with him from the moment Hurricane started playing rock music from the city alert system whenever he started a rampage.

“He just wants attention. He’s your problem Steve because you give it to him.”

He didn’t put any thought into it at first. Then Hurricane starts showing up every couple weeks instead of once a month. Then it progresses to once a week, and now twice in the same week. It’s troubling… also annoying as fuck because Hurricane always shows up at the worst times, and he just talks so much. He talks more shit than even Billy Hargrove, the super critical and overly suspicious personal assistant (read babysitter) his father stuck on him to make sure Steve isn’t running the Hawkins branch of the company into the ground. The guy’s got his nose so far up Steve’s business that Steve’s 90% sure he is a corporate spy, he just hasn’t found the proof yet.

But he can’t focus on the problem of Hargrove with an overgrown super baby throwing tantrums to Metallica every five seconds. When Hurricane attacks for the third time in the same week, Steve has had enough. He calls it in and leaves before the others even confirm they’re on their way. He knows better than to rush in without backup but he’s so sick of this bullshit. He’s gonna put a stop to this once and for all. He takes the nerd mobile (as Robin likes to call it since Dustin and the other kids in R&D are always coming up with excuses for more test drives) and arrives on the scene in a cloud of smoke and screeching tires.

Jesus he’s going to have to have a talk with the kids about why his car needs to spit flame out the back. The smoke is so black and thick! Though it does look cool (he’s got to admit) when he emerges from the dark cloud, his cape fluttering behind him in the wind.

The sky is an ugly purple overhead, thunder booms and lightning cracks, and the wind whips around them like a twister, tossing droplets of water in every direction. In the center of it all, the eye of the storm, is the man who started it all.

“Hurricane!” Steve shouts to be heard over the howling wind and the super villain's manic laughter.

He turns. Glacial eyes spark with life when they recognize Steve. And it is Steve he recognizes, not just the costume. Cause the one time they thought to send in a fake to do this, Hurricane literally fed the poor guy to the fishes. Blew him so far away they had to fish him out of Lake Michigan.

“Am I dreaming or is that you, Pretty Boy?” Steve’s so done with him he doesn’t even bother reminding him that his name is Photon Blast.

“Yeah yeah it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.”

Hurricane laughs like a lunatic. Because he is a lunatic. And the sky crackles with lightning.

Right about now, usually Steve’s backup would be sneaking into place in order to spring a trap on Hurricane while he’s distracted; only Steve didn’t wait for them so there is no backup.

“Brave of you to challenge me alone.”

“Man, what are you talking about?” Steve huffs and Hurricane blinks at him in obvious surprise. He presses on, “Have I ever come at you alone? We banter, we fight, I let you pin me, and just when you think you’ve won, my team appears and you get captured. It’s the same shit every time.”

“Your prison cells can’t hold me!” Hurricane growls, eyes narrowing in Steve with rage like he thinks he’s being insulted.

“Yeah no shit. This is the third time we’re doing this.” Steve rolls his eyes, fists his hands on his hips. Taps his foot. “What gives man? You need a hug or something? A cuddle buddy?”

He’s expecting Hurricane to explode. Is ready for it. Aching for it if he’s honest, because it irks him that he never really beats Hurricane no matter how many rounds he ‘wins’. When the guy keeps breaking out of custody like it’s nothing and coming back, it feels like Steve’s trapped in a game with rules he doesn’t know. So he’s ready for a fight but what happens is worse.

“Are you offering?” Hurricane asks.

Steve stares at him, his mouth dropping open. Did he hear that right?

“What did you just say?”

The whipping rain parts for the leather clad villain and he saunters towards Steve. The fang of some poor creature dangles from his ear and his teeth glint in a sharp smile as he stops in front of Steve.

“I asked if you’re offering.”

“No fucking way dude!” Steve snaps without, thinking and immediately regrets it as the sky booms with thunder.

“Too bad. I give great hugs.” is what he hears before a gust of wind slams into him, so strong it smacks him right into the side of a parked car.

Steve groans. Partly in pain. Mostly in misery. This guy is fucking insane and for some reason, he’s obsessed with Steve and like only Steve.

This is his true penance, he thinks as he struggles back onto his feet before a small tree comes hurtling at his head like a toy carried on the wind.

Oh well, all the greats have their villainous groupies. Stark has too many to name. Wayne has a clown and Steve has a walking storm.

“You finally ready to put up a real fight Pretty Boy?” Steve’s personal pest in bondage gear calls out to him as the hero is reaching for his utility belt. “Or are you still playing around with toys?”

Steve pauses, chest heaving with anger, fighting for breath. He reminds himself that he can’t use his powers because they’re too unstable. People could get hurt and he’d never forgive himself if that happened again. But he’s so tempted.

Because Steve’s not nearly as good as he tries to be. Hurricane is laughing again, those eyes cutting into Steve… and all he wants in the world is the chance to show him what real power is and shut him up for good.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #this is for the lols #whenever people call Billy a villian this is all I see #he would be exactly this bad at being a super villian #he gives no shits about anything but Steve’s attention #superhero!au

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