#(they come back at the end of the issue when she leaves them though lol)

[lycheelovescomics]

The death sprites in Storm #3, what they mean, and how they vanish.

[uceyliyahh]

I HATE U

summary: when he posted a thirst trap pic on his story for all the women to see his print through his Nike sweats made Bri’s blood boil so she decides to get her lick back.

warnings contain; jealousy, toxicbdjey!, choking, unprotected sex, swapping of saliva, degradation kink, daddy kink, fluff at the end of the suffering:)

word count: 3.3k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

Jey Uso x Bri

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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uceyjucey just posted on their story!

Bri felt a mix of pride and anger as she saw her baby daddy's shirtless post on his story. He was wearing Nike tech sweats that highlighted his physique while proudly displaying his championship. Although she was happy for his achievement, she couldn't help but feel upset that he was flaunting what she considered to be hers.

It seemed as though he intentionally provoked her to elicit a response, and it succeeded; she angrily sent a message, expressing her disdain for him and how much she loathed him.

She felt uncomfortable with her overly eager fans witnessing the intense emotions she experienced whenever he visited, especially when he would come over to drop off their daughter Amora at his parents' house to manage her behavior.

Determined to reclaim her power, she took to her story to share a glimpse of her new fling, a secret connection she had been nurturing since her breakup with Jey, whose toxic and narcissistic behavior had driven her away.

freakslovebri just posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: ooop Jey ain’t finna like this one 

trinity_fatu replied to your story: I LIVEEE FOR THE DRAMA GIRL 😭😭

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: that’s the kind of stuff you watch from a DISTANCE 😭😭

uceyjucey replied to your story: who the fuck is that Bri?

samizayn replied to your story: see me personally..

zillafatu replied to your story: you playing with something dangerous my dear 🙂‍↕️

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: BESTIE??? LIKE HELLO? 

She laughed at everyone's responses until she received a few text messages from Jey, prompting her to roll her eyes as she read them.

Jey📍: Bri who the fuck is that in that fucking picture? Jey📍: why do you choose to play with me? Like I won’t fuck the shit out of you? Jey📍: you just gonna leave me on read huh? Jey📍: Ik where you stay at Bri

She couldn't grasp why he was so angry when he was the one eager to share a provocative thirst trap on his story.

Bri🩷: don’t worry about it nigga, I didn’t say nun when you posted that fucking picture of you showing off your little title and that dick print in those sweats.

Jey📍: so that’s what this is all about? Me posting one pic on the gram? You’re so full of yourself Bri

Bri🩷: nigga the fuck you want if it ain’t about picking up Amora ion need you texting me hoe

Jey📍: hoe? Aye you better come correct Bri when you speaking to me

Bri🩷: bitch fuck you aight? now stop playing on my fucking phone 🙄

Once she sent her last message to him, she set her phone aside with a heavy sigh—why must they remain trapped in this destructive pattern? Why couldn't she simply let him go and focus on their daughter instead?

There was something deeper behind her inability to break free from him, and indeed there was. It was the way he asserted his authority, exuding a powerful dominance, and that allure was so intoxicating that she would have willingly let him fill her with his seed, yearning for another child together.

But did she really want to endure that once more? Managing the baby all alone while he was away on tour? This was yet another factor that contributed to their breakup, as he was hardly present during Amora's birth due to his chaotic work commitments, leaving Bri to shoulder the responsibility by herself.

When he returned, she noticed the hickeys adorning his neck and the lingering scent of perfume on him. In that moment, she realized he had been unfaithful during his travels, and the pain of betrayal cut so deep that it ignited a growing hatred within her.

Despite her lingering hatred for what he did to her, she found it impossible to distance herself from him. His manipulative and narcissistic nature kept her trapped, as he showered her with empty promises each time he came to see Amora. He had the potential to be a wonderful father, but whenever he approached Bri, she would turn away, refusing to acknowledge him.

The deceitful promises and cunning strategies left her profoundly affected, realizing he was not a man of integrity, while his relatives urged her to reconcile for Amora's benefit.

Bri picked up the baby monitor to check on Amora, who was peacefully dozing in her crib, looking adorable in her tiny onesie. Suddenly, a loud banging on the door jolted her, catching her off guard.

They relentlessly pounded on the door, and Bri's irritation grew with each echoing thud.

“Hold Up! I’m coming!” She hollered.

As she rose from the sofa, she noticed the door was ajar, revealing Jey standing there with his arms crossed, looking sharp yet visibly annoyed.

“What the fuck are you doing here Jey?” Bri questioned him.

Without uttering a word, he strolled past her within the confines of her home, seemingly on a quest for someone—she let out a sigh as she closed the door behind her, observing him meander through the rooms.

“Jey! Hello!”

“Where the fuck he at Bri?” Jey asked while searching up and down in the house.

“Where’s who Jey? You look fucking dumb right now.”

“Don’t playing fucking stupid with me Bri, Where’s his bitch ass at!” He hollered.

Bri feared that his loud shouting would disturb their two-year-old daughter, Amora, from her sleep. “if you don’t lower your fucking voice! She’s asleep upstairs you fucking estúpida.”

Jey marched towards her, his eyes blazing with fury, and seized her by the throat. He had reached his limit with her taunts for the evening. “why you gotta be such a bitch huh?”

A bitch? That’s rich coming from him.

“A bitch? Nigga you better come correct because I’m not a bitch, last time I check I was the one taking care of Amora while your stupid ass was on the road cheating.” She retorted while rolling her eyes at him.

“I told you I was drunk and that I was sorry. What more do you want from me Brianna?” He responded.

She scoffed at him, “I wanted you to become better Joshua not only for me but for our daughter but it seems like fucking bitches was the only thing you can do instead of being a fucking parent.” With a forceful shove, she turned her back on him, determined not to waste a moment on his nonsense this evening.

Jey had grabbed her arm while she looked at him, “don’t pin that on me Brianna, you know I couldn’t just stop what I was doing.” She yanked her arm away from him.

“That’s the fucking problem Jey! You didn’t care! You didn’t care how you cheating and not being there fuck me up! Our daughter is two fucking years old!” 

One thing about Jey is that he can't stand being yelled at; it sparks a fierce fire inside him. “Lower yo’ tone Bri.”

“No! Fuck you! See this is why I didn’t want to be with your stupid bitch ass! Because you ain’t shit! You didn’t even care about me nor your daughter while being away!�� She shoved him more harshly causing him to stumble back.

Once more, she pushed him relentlessly, driving him to the brink of his patience. In a moment of desperation, he seized her throat, crashing his lips against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Despite her struggles to break free, he held her tightly, their connection both intense and tumultuous.

His tongue danced within her mouth as he fell back onto the sofa.

“G-get! the fuck off of me…” She murmured between the kiss as she tried fighting him off but it wasn’t enough.

“You know you miss me baby…” he murmured softly as he sat down on the couch with her straddling him.

They passionately embraced, their bodies entwined as they shed their clothing—she felt his icy hands exploring her firm breast, and as he broke the kiss, he seized one of her breasts and playfully nipped at her nipple, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her.

He playfully traced his tongue around it before reconnecting his lips with hers, while Bri started to move rhythmically on his lap, feeling the heat of his arousal beneath her.

His lips glided along her jawline, descending to her neck, where he left a mark that would require makeup to conceal in the morning, all while his hands firmly grasped her curves, delivering a playful smack.

“Ride this dick for me baby.” With gentle hands, she guided his strong length to her entrance, then gradually sank down onto him, drawing out deep groans from both—she had never experienced such fullness with him deep within her.

Jey's hands rested on her hips, guiding her graceful sways as she nestled on his lap. He watched intently as her breasts shifted with every gentle motion, giving her time to adjust to his considerable presence.

She discovered her rhythm, swaying her hips on his lap as he adorned her neck and cheek with gentle, lingering kisses—whispering those empty promises once more, stirring emotions within her each time he spoke them.

“You know I love you right?” Jey groaned in the air.

Bri asserts firmly, "You don't, so stop lying to me." She felt him thrusting deeper, pressing against her inner walls.

“Why you gotta act like that?”

“Act like what? I have every right to act like this with you.” Bri could only emit gentle whimpers as waves of bliss enveloped her, her body igniting with an inner warmth while his deep, raspy voice whispered sweetly in her ear.

He adorned her neck with hickies, a bold declaration of ownership—he was certain she wouldn't be slipping away from him anytime soon, particularly with their daughter in the picture.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good. Can’t believe you gave this up to someone else. Now I gotta reclaim it.” 

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as she gazed down at him, “at least he was better than you.”

Jey smirked at her backhanded comment, “oh for real? Bet.” They changed places, with her leaning against the sofa, while Jey positioned her legs close to her hips, prompting her to lift them for him as he thrust himself back into her.

He positioned her in a launch pad position, thrusting deeply within her, delivering slow, powerful strokes while their lips met in a fervent kiss. Jey's hand gripped her throat, intensifying the connection as he pushed himself deeper inside her.

His member was pressing against her cervix in such a delightful way that it left her breathless, seeing stars as she moaned his name repeatedly. She realized that uttering his name would provoke him to take action, eager to make a statement.

“What’chu tryna prove here nigga that you’re better? You were never better than Derrell.” Bri taunted seeing his facial expression changed.

“Open that fucking mouth.” She complied with his desires, their tongues entwining as he passionately exchanged kisses, overwhelming her senses with his fervent touch.

The way their tongues twirled and intertwined in each other's mouths captivated him, especially since he truly cared for Bri. Yet, he struggled to express his feelings, fully aware that deep within, he was in love with her.

He realized the pain he had caused her ran deep, and only now could he face the truth, especially after making countless empty promises of change and improvement for their relationship—she was exhausted from listening to it.

“Don’t fucking compare me to that bitch.” He murmured between her lips.

“I can and I will at least he treated me  like I meant something to him.” She whispered softly, her back curving against the sofa as she felt him penetrate deeply within her, prompting her to clutch his biceps tightly with her nails.

“Keep holding them fucking legs you fucking slut.” Jey thrust his hips forcefully against her thighs, making her mouth open wider, while the sound of his hips striking her thighs echoed throughout the entire room.

She clutched her legs tightly, biting her lip as she watched him thrust in and out of her, the white cream glistening on his shaft, facilitating his movements.

His hand gripped her throat, his hips moving in a rhythmic dance that struck various angles as he observed her unravel—he reveled in shattering her into fragments, asserting that this was his domain and she was his to possess.

“D-daddy!” Bri whined.

“What baby? Huh? What?” Jey taunted watching her face turn into a pouty one causing him to smirk. “Nah, don’t fucking pout now slut. You weren't doing allat when you posted him now did you?”

Her disdain for him was so intense that it allowed him to say anything he pleased and take charge, even though she believed she wanted nothing to do with him.

“Fuckk, daddy.”

“Shit feels good don’t it? I bet he don’t be making you feel like this huh baby.” She shook her head, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her at that moment.

That’s when his hand came down onto her left thigh causing her to hiss at the pain, “speak the fuck up Brianna tell me I’m better than him.” She could feel his movements getting slower causing her to whine. “Yes! You’re better than him Jey please don’t stop daddy!”

Jey intensified his rhythm, driving his hips forcefully against her thighs as she clung to him, her head thrown back against the sofa. Bri felt waves of pleasure building within her, each thrust pushing her closer to another climax, leaving her breathless and unsure of how much more she could endure.

He gazed down, captivated by the way she enveloped him completely; it was a mesmerizing sight, especially as he glanced back at her and noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yeah, that’s it mamas. Lemme see them fucking tears fuck.”

“I fucking hate you Joshua, I hate you so much.” 

“If you hate me so much we wouldn’t be here in the first place mamas you love me but won’t admit it.”

He was right; her love for him ran deep. After having Amora, she found herself utterly lost whenever he was near—he had always pampered her like a cherished princess, and now everything had come crashing down.

A tight knot twisted within her abdomen as she tightened her grip on him, causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

“I’m finna c-cum…” 

“nah hold that shit, ion think you deserve to cum yet.”

“Joshuaaa!” Jey didn’t have time to hear any of that nonsense; he didn't think she deserved to cum after being a bratty bitch towards him.

He pounded relentlessly against her depths, her cries echoing in the air, drowned out only by the sound of their bodies colliding fiercely.

The atmosphere grew heavy with a scent of desire, and as tears streamed down her face, she yearned for liberation. Overwhelmed, she released her grip on her legs, attempting to shove him away by his midsection, only to feel the sting of his hand against her left thigh once more.

“Move yo’ fucking hand and take this shit Brianna.” He growled.

“D-daddy! P-please! Can I C-cum…I’m sorry!” She begged.

“Now you sorry? Nah.” He held her wrist against the couch, driving her wild in his pursuit of ecstasy, “un-un, stop fucking runnin’ “ Bri could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, desperately trying to shield her face from view so he wouldn't witness her emotional turmoil.

She was gasping for breath, her nose twitching and hiccups escaping her lips as she wept through his movements—at that moment, her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she struggled to articulate anything further without tripping over her own words.

He observed her hands shielding her face, prompting him to gently pull them away. As he revealed her tear-streaked cheeks and swollen eyes, he leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, inviting her to explore his warmth as his lips brushed against her neck.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’m so sorry. I can’t take it…”

“Take. This. Fucking. Dick.” He thrust into her on the sofa, feeling the familiar twitch of his arousal as he reached the peak of pleasure. “Joshua!” 

“Tell me you love me and I’ll let you cum.” She was teetering on the brink of insanity, her nails clawing into the skin of his back, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him, yet he seemed unfazed by it. “Tell me.”

She couldn’t help herself anymore, “I love you! I love you Joshua fuckk!” A wave of sensation surged through her as it slickly enveloped him, the warmth cascading down her thighs, her body trembling beneath him—overwhelmed and exhausted.

With each powerful thrust, his movements became increasingly uncoordinated, a low growl escaping his lips as he reveled in the sensation, beads of sweat cascading down his back and chest.

The atmosphere around them was a curious blend of warmth and coolness. She embraced him tightly as Jey pulled back from the kiss, burying his face into the softness of her neck. “I’m about to nut baby, you gon’ let me nut inside of you huh? You want another baby?”

“Yes! Yes! I want all of your babies daddy!” Bri Mewled out.

“Yeah? You better take all of my fucking babies mamas.” 

He tilted his head back, his eyes rolling as he thrust into her, his grip firm around her throat.

“Fuckkk.” A deep, primal groan erupted from him as his warmth surged forth, filling her completely with each powerful release.

As he withdrew, a rush of her fluids, mingled with his essence, flowed out. Bri's body quaked with intensity, and she struggled to regain her composure, inhaling and exhaling deeply to steady her breath. Jey came back, gently kissing her skin to soothe her nerves.

He gently kissed her lips several times, tenderly wiping away her tears as he shifted positions, lying her down on his chest while he reclined on the sofa, soothingly rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles.

“I’m sorry I did that to you and left you behind like that.” Jey apologized as Bri lazily looked up at him.

“You don’t understand how badly that hurt me, Jey, it wasn’t fair either. It just felt like you didn’t care enough about me or Mora.” Bri said. “I just wanted you to be there and you gave me false hope and promises ion think I’ll ever come back from that.”

He absorbed her outpouring of emotions as she expressed her hurt over his decision to abandon her and their daughter for the company of other women, sharing sweet nothings with them that mirrored the very words he had once whispered to her.

“I know lemme at least make it up to you Bri.”

“I need time Joshua, until I feel like I’m able to trust you again.”

“Take all the time you need, I’ll be right here waiting.”

And he meant that this time, he’ll be waiting for her.

fin 💚

a/n: Jey can never do anything wrong in my eyes 📍🙂‍↕️

[samkerrworshipper]

bloody hell

arsenal wfc x reader, light kyra cooney-cross x reader

wrote this purely based off my last weekend lol. hope you all enjoy!

warnings: fear of blood, fainting, concussions

There are many pros to being a younger player. You’ve seen a lot less of the ugliness that can come with football. The injuries, the recoveries, pay gaps, poor conditions, all the things that seem to have been previously normalised in women’s football but aren’t really anymore. It doesn’t change how you play or how you live but it does make things easier. You aren’t ignorant to the work or misfortunes that have come before you, it's simply an issue of underexposure to a lot of the issues. You’ve seen some things, the acl pandemic in football has not escaped your teammates, and you’ve seen a variety of other injuries that seem to come and go between opponents and teammates.

You’ve seen some things but you’re still fairly unexposed, it’s both a positive and a negative in its own way. Inexperience is something that any young player hates, including yourself. It’s what sets one player aside from another, your lack of experience as a player and person often isn’t a positive thing. It’s nice though in its own blissful ignorance way where you feel less broken down by it all. You are more lenient when it comes to most things, there is more room for you to make mistakes and learn.

There are some things you probably never want to see or experience, but with sport there isn’t the privilege to pick and choose.

A part of you, you hope, will always be slightly in awe of playing at the Emirates. You weren’t a childhood Arsenal fan, in-fact it’s your biggest secret that you grew up in an all Chelsea house. Though it doesn’t take anything away from the sheer bewilderment you experience every single time you step out on the pitch. The crowd, the atmosphere, the size, the general feeling takes away all the blue roots that run deep in you.

You don’t think any amount of experience in that respect will take the feeling away, you’re fairly certain based off of the way that teammates of yours like Leah and Kim who have been playing for the club for so long you can’t even begin to comprehend still walk out in the same state of amazement as you.

You may be inexperienced but you aren’t lacking in opportunities, having been a starter for Arsenal so far for this whole season as well as for England. No amount of experience can change skill or observation levels.

You play on the field with a level of agility and aggression that just translates to easy goalscoring, you place balls in the back of the net with such ease that for any defensive line it’s impossible.

Today’s been no different, having scored a chip at the 20’ minute mark and an assist to Alessia in the 23’. You don’t think your team is far off of securing a third against a significantly weaker Tottenham side as you all set up for a corner. Kyra’s the one kicking it, and whilst you’re slightly personally biased, there’s a good chance that she’s sending it straight to you, hovering just above the back post.

The ball soars, and it just about makes the distance before Steph and one of the Tottenham players end up midair together. Steph’s head finds the ball, but so does the Tottenham player's head and once the ball ricochets off of the two of them there is nothing to stop their two heads from hitting at a rather concerned angle.

Normally, you’d be hunting for the ball as soon as it hits the ground, desperate to send it somewhere over the line. You rush forward though, not towards the ball but instead towards Steph’s body which is a rather big red lump in the middle of the goal area.

The Tottenham players crowd around their own in a similar fashion, everyone hesitating to touch before the medics arrive. You haven’t seen many head injuries but you’ve done the basic enough medical training to know that until the medics have cleared the neck and c-spine area it’s best to leave a person as they are.

The medics are quick, they always are with neck injuries and everyone clears away to let them work. T

The positive is that Steph is conscious, and whilst she’s clearly foggy, she’s coherent enough.

Once her neck has been cleared and everyone sees that she’s fine the whole team starts to turn towards the sidelines, you gravitate towards Kyra naturally, her arm reaching out for yours at the same time yours reaches for her. You’re about to say something to her about her kick not quite getting to you when your eyes catch onto the Tottenham player.

As everyone from Arsenal has dispersed, it’s left a gap around the Tottenham player. She’s awake too, like Steph and seems to be in a similar condition except for the massive gash on her eyebrow that’s leaking blood all over her face.

As soon as you see it, it’s lights out.

All the air leaves your lungs and everything swims into a big black cloud until there’s nothing more for you to see.

Kyra doesn’t know what’s happening until you're face down in the grass in front of her, you were clumsy, shes assumed you’d just stumbled on a piece of grass or your own cleat. It’s too late for her to try and catch you.

You wake up foggy, and in a much darker room. The first thing you notice is how much your head hurts, every blink sends a throbbing pain straight to your forehead. You have absolutely no awareness of your surroundings and are sure you’re in a fever dream of some sorts when someone talks.

“You’re awake! We thought you’d gone sleeping beauty on us, or at least Kyra thought so.”

You haven’t quite blinked the white away from your vision so you trust your intuition on who you’re conversing with.

“You think out of the two of us I’d be the sleeping beauty? Have you seen how many naps a day she takes?”

Your voice seems to have attracted the attention of somebody besides Steph, who from your very little amounts of spatial awareness seems to be floating somewhere to the left of you. Your memory is patchy, but you can manage to remember something to do with an altercation between her and another player.

“Can you open your eyes fully for me, please?”

You are trying your hardest but even in the dark room every millimetre more you open your head only seems to swim more.

“That’s alright, if it hurts don’t worry about it. Can you tell me where we are right now?”

Rose is your favourite physio, by far, but under the current circumstances her voice sounds like the worst thing you’ve ever heard.

“Emirates?”

Statistically, because you’re in game gear it’s either the Emirates, meadow park or an away venue. Based on the comfort of the physio beds the Emirates seems like a good guess.

“Answer or question? Can you tell me where your head hurts, or when it hurts most?”

It hurts to do anything is the answer you want to give, but the physios are never happy with ambiguity.

“Mostly above my forehead, everything hurts but opening my eyes most.”

Rose’s hands on your temples are completely unwelcome, but warm so you aren’t extremely bothered.

“Can you tell me why your head is hurting?”

Up until this moment you haven’t put much thought into it, thinking hurts, really intensely.

“Saw blood, assume I passed out.”

The laugh you hear from your left makes you want to lean over and smother Steph. Your fear or avoidance towards blood hasn’t been an issue so far, shockingly, but it was always bound to come out at some stage.

“Well that explains a lot, I’d make a fair assumption that your dive into the pitch has given you a good concussion as well. We’ll have to take you to the hospital to get scanned with Steph, you know the drill. Rest up and keep away from blood, huh?”

It was an issue that affected your life so rarely that you often forget about it entirely. Every other body fluid you were fine with, your own blood didn’t bother you, yet when it came to other people you just… dropped.

“Bloody hell mate.”

Steph clearly thought she was hilarious.

“You aren’t funny.”

Steph was still pissing herself from her spot next to you, in any other situation you’d probably be laughing with her but the way every single chuckle made your ears ring took away from the feeling.

You couldn’t even open your eyes and yet you swore you could feel the room spinning, like the bed you were lying on was secretly spinning in big circles.

“I-I think I’m going to vomit.”

Steph’s laughing seized almost immediately, a little bit of your nausea faded but not enough for the risk of vomit to fade.

Very quickly a vomit bag was thrust into your hands and within a few seconds the protein bar and lucozade you’d had before the game were being emptied out of you.

You weren’t supposed to be the injured one in this situation, yet you felt Steph seat herself beside you, rubbing your back as you gagged on the taste of your own bile.

“You picked the right line of work, imagine you wanted to be a doctor and found out about all of this during your first surgery or something, face planted into a person's stomach or brain.”

Steph’s joke fell on a silent crowd, your nausea subsiding and your body slumping against half of Steph’s body and the rest again the physio bed.

“God, Kyra playing nurse. That is going to be a sight, you think blood nearly killed you? Imagine Kyra having to be a responsible adult for the first time in her life. I’ll be praying for you.”

You try not to think about your girlfriend's inability to cook, clean and really function as an adult without you helping her out. It’s too much for your already pounding head.

“What was the end score?”

You can’t remember what stage you were hurt at exactly, but you assume the match must be over.

“Last time I checked we were 3-0 up going into the second half but Rose took my phone off of me as soon as we came down here. I’d say it should be over in less than half an hour.”

Steph took your vomit bag from you and threw it in the bed, helping you as best she could to relax against the bed before moving to her own. Her concussion was very minor considering the collision, but she still had a headache.

“No sleeping, okay? I can be quieter but I can’t have you dying on me. Imagine the tombstone, death by blood exposure.”

Normally you have a pretty good sense of humour, but it’s all lost with the blinding headache you can’t remotely shake.

“Steph if you speak again I’m going to reach over and strangle you.”

It’s no empty threat and Steph seems to get the message because the room falls silent and the only sound you can hear is the whirring of some kind of machine somewhere.

Even if you wanted to sleep, you can’t. Your head feels like it’s going to explode and also shrink into itself all at the same time and it’s possibly the worst sensation you’ve ever experienced. Mixed with the drowsiness, nausea, fatigue, spinning and pain every time you try to open your eyes you feel downright miserable.

You assume it’s just Rose returning when the door to the room opens, she’s come in and out a few times since Steph has stopped talking, checking to see if you feel any better or worse. You stick with the same answer every time of feeling the same.

When a hand gently rests on your ankle though, and it doesn’t quite feel like Rose’s you try your very hardest to open your eyes. You manage to get them open enough to a small squint and make out a blob of a person in all red, that’s about it.

“Hey baby, keep your eyes closed, it’s okay.”

Kyra’s voice instantly relaxes you, some of the tension in your legs diffusing as her hand moves to rest on your shin.

“Ky?”

The hand squeezes lightly and none of your physical symptoms truly fade but you swear you feel ten times better.

“Yeah it’s me and Cait and Katie. Wanted to make sure you didn’t die on us.”

The underlying worry doesn’t surpass you, it had to be scary for Kyra having her partner eat shit right in front of her out of nowhere. Your mind immediately goes to Friad and her accident last season, whilst you don’t have anything in common with it, you can remember your own fear when that happened and you weren’t particularly close to Frida.

“Your lovergirl has a fear of blood, apparently just drops at the sight of it, as we all saw.”

Your eyes clench as your hear Katie drop into a fit of giggles from wherever she is in the room, it booms and makes everything ten times worse.

“Fear of blood? Yer an athlete, we see blood everyday mate, need some thicker skin.”

Kyra’s hand left your leg for a moment, and in that moment it was impossible to hear the dull sound of somebody hitting somebody else.

“Fear of blood? Baby why didn’t you tell me? How didn’t I notice?”

Kyra’s hand moves up to your arm, nestling itself on top of your bicep. You try to not flinch away from the cold tinge they have.

“Never came up.”

Katie’s still laughing, the noise of it makes your head spin.

“Yer telling me that every time you get a papercut or scratch yerself on something, you just pass out? God aprils fools day has just gotten so much better. I think we need to test the effectiveness of this.”

You hear Caitlin giving Katie a good telling off and it makes you feel better, if not for your head but because you know that Cait wears the pants in the whole situation.

“It’s only other people's blood, not my own. It’s worse when I’m not expecting it.”

You try to relax as much as you can, knowing subconsciously that your head will thank you for it.

“Shoulda become a doctor, you’re in the wrong career if you ask me.”

Katie sets Steph off, and when you’d finally thought you’d gotten back to a place of peace you’re sorely mistaken.

“That’s what I said!”

You want noise cancelling headphones right now, or to pass out again.

“Wait, what about last month when we… when I was on-.”

The laughter seizes and you curse Kyra’s obliviousness with every fibre of your being. If you weren’t so touchy you’d probably find it funny, but right now it just serves as another topic of torture.

“EW- closing my ears closing my ears.”

“You guys are still children! Children!.”

“There are just some things that you keep to yerselves.”

[powderpinkprincess]

Issues [Lando Norris x model!reader] 16+

description: When you and Lando go out clubbing together, it never ends well. You're jealous and he's frustrated. warnings: alcohol, some swearing, arguing, mentions of family abandonment

A/N: To tell you the truth, as a psych student I’m a sucker for dysfunctional relationships where Y/N gives his chosen one a little trouble (or reversed). It may be just me, but I couldn’t find many x readers like that, so I decided to test the waters and post my crazy stuff. (I have much more wicked things in my folder but I'll hold them back for now lol) Just to give a bit of a context though, I will write a few sentences of Y/N’s backstory for this one, so her actions make a little sense.

Your backstory: Your Dad is a rally driver and your Mom is a model. As their only child, they have always wanted you to follow their routes, so ever since your childhood you’ve been modelling. However, when you were 8, your parents got separated and your Mom left you to live with your Dad pretty much from one day to another. You met Lando through your Dad when you were 18. Back then you were setting unreasonably high bars for yourself in modelling, hoping to get back your Mom. After some time of dating, Lando asked you to leave that life behind and move to Monaco with him, hoping that you would finally start to heal in a new environment. (He loves you but he’s not a magician to make all your issues disappear.)

Through the past 3 years spent together, you and Lando learned that it was never a good idea to go out clubbing together. For both of your sakes, it was better when you were sticking to your own group of friends while partying. However, it has been a while since Lando’s best friend, Max Fewtrell visited Monaco with his girlfriend, so you couldn’t just stay at home while they dived into the nightlife. Lando didn’t want to leave you out, so he offered that you invited your best friend, Sasha, too.

Sasha understood you like no one else. You met her here in Monaco, and the two of you got very close over a relatively short time. She was also a model who moved to Monte Carlo from abroad, but her parents were really nice, so she ended up well. Lando liked her. She helped you grow a lot.

Lando reserved a table in the VIP lounge of a club, so you already had a place to go to. He was sitting next to you, his hand resting on your leg. The boys ordered two bottles of vodka for starters.

 “Alright, alright, let's drink," Max grinned, holding up his glass. You sipped on yours lightly, feeling your head already getting dizzy. It made your mind go quiet, a rare sensation for you. Lando was a little more active, talking loudly as Max told his stories from back in the UK. Sasha was on her phone, uploading photos of the four of you to her Instagram story.

 “When does your boyfriend arrive?” you yelled through the music to your best friend.

 “I think he said in like an hour or something,” she shrugged, finishing the vodka in her glass. “He better hurry, he’s missing out!”

 “The table is under Lando’s name,” you reminded her. “Tell him to call if he's close by so he can go and get him, otherwise the bouncers won't believe he's with us.”

 “Sure, I will,” Sasha grinned as she stood up. “I need to go to the ladies room. Wanna come with me?”

Sasha held out her hand to you, and you took it. Given that Lando reserved a table at the VIP section on the balcony, there weren't many people up there. The main dancefloor downstairs was shared with the non-VIP guests, but there was a smaller one up where you were seated.

When you appeared again, you were talking to another girl with Sasha by your side. As you sat back, he wrapped his arms around you, leaning over to talk to you through the music. “You alright?”

You just smirked and shrugged. Lando glanced at Sasha, who had a mischievous look glimmering in her eyes. He sighed and shook his head, downing the rest of his vodka. “Another round?” he asked.

One drink led to another and soon you were dancing. At first on the VIP floor, but then you decided to walk into the non-VIP crowd downstairs. An hour later Sasha’s boyfriend arrived, so Lando went to get him. The rest of you decided to get some fresh air by the entrance. On his way out, Lando met a fan, so he talked to her a little before making it to the front gate. Things got a little weird when she asked him to sign the tiny crop top she was wearing at the moment, but he’s gotten worse requests before. He quickly signed it, posed for a picture and then left.

When Lando returned, he couldn't help but notice how pissed you looked. He gently grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to the side, away from the hustle and bustle in the club.

 “What's wrong?” Lando asked, looking at you with slight concern.

 “You,” you answered without thinking.

Lando looked taken aback, raising one eyebrow. “Me? Why?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

 “You just keep forgetting you have a fucking girlfriend,” you glared.

Lando stared at you for a second silently, trying to process what you meant. He thought everything was okay, he hadn't done anything wrong... Had he?

 “I haven't forgotten anything,” he said, raising his hands in confusion. “What are you on about?”

Lando had a feeling where this conversation was going, and he didn't like it. You were a jealous type in general, but on a daily basis, Lando could handle that pretty well. However, drunk Y/N was something else, and paired with drunk Lando it was a recipe for disaster.

You just stared at him angrily. Lando was getting frustrated. He hated arguing sober and he hated arguing even more so drunk.

 “Will you stop being so vague and just spit it out?” he said, running his hand through his curls. “You're jealous, I get it, but what exactly have I done that has upset you?” Lando was genuinely confused. He thought tonight was going relatively well.

 “You know exactly what I'm talking about!” you crossed your arms as well. You couldn’t believe he didn’t. That girl was practically showing her boobs into his face!

Lando was getting angry now. He wanted to just be able to enjoy a simple night out with his friends, but you had to turn it into a fight. Not again, he didn't have the energy for this.

 “Clearly I don't know, seeing how I'm asking you,” he looked at you, shaking his head. “I haven't even looked at another girl all night long!”

 “Oh, great, that's even better. So, you don't even know what my problem is,” you mumbled to yourself, but he heard it.

 “No, Y/N. I don't.” Lando was getting tired of this now. "Please enlighten me," he leaned back on the wall behind him, rubbing his forehead.

 “No,” you turned away. “I won't make a fool of myself.”

Lando rolled his eyes. He was beginning to wonder why he even tolerated this. He loved you deeply and you were a great girlfriend most of the time, but the jealous fights were draining him.

 “Fine. I'm going back inside. See ya,” Lando shrugged and started walking back to the VIP section, where some of the others headed back already. Sasha was waiting for you a few steps away, so you would be fine with her.

Most of the time it was better to let you cool off a little before talking, but not when you were drunk. Him walking away was the cherry on top for you. You were so hurt and so triggered that you started crying. Sasha was now at your side, holding you close.

Lando found Max, who was sitting inside. He peeked out the window curiously when he saw that Lando returned alone and fuming.

 “What's wrong with Y/N? Why is she crying?” Max frowned.

Lando rubbed his face and shook his head. “We were just talking and out of nowhere, she starts yelling at me. Apparently I'm neglecting her or something, I have no idea. She won't talk to me, so I came back here. You know how she gets when she's drunk.”

Max leaned a little closer. As he was the only person that Lando told pretty much everything to. He has heard a lot about this type of issue as well, and he was on Lando’s side. He liked you, but it always pissed him off how you could hurt his best friend by your insecure behaviour sometimes.

 “Mate, why on earth are you tolerating this from her?” he asked, frowning.

Lando sighed. “She's my girlfriend. I love her. I know she loves me, too, she can just be a bit immature and a little controlling.” He took another sip of his vodka. “I know I shouldn't even be entertaining this behaviour but what the hell am I supposed to do?”

 “I don't know, man,” Max shook his head. “My girlfriend can be jealous too, but she never throws a fit.”

 “Yeah, cause she is reasonable. I'm a little jealous sometimes, too, I just don't show it. She really doesn't understand that sometimes I'm just working too hard, not neglecting her on purpose. She's very dependent on me,” Lando glanced back to the window, sighing deeply. “I’m not sure that is her problem right now though. I don’t know. I’ve tried to ask.”

Max just hummed.

Lando downed the last of his vodka. “I'll go back and talk to her. Wish me luck.” He stood up and headed for the exit, bracing himself for another fight.

As Lando approached the outside area, he saw you sitting on the ground, tears streaming down your face. You looked up at Lando as he sat down beside you. You didn’t expect him to come back. Whenever things got like this, you were sure he was done with you.

 “Hey, baby.” He gently brushed the hair out of your face and took your hand. It was an automatic response to try and comfort you.

 “What?” you scoffed in tears.

Sasha stepped further away to give you some space.

 “Look, come here,” Lando wrapped an arm around you and gave you a soft hug, pressing a light kiss to your temple. “I hate seeing you like this. Talk to me, please? What have I done?”

 “Do you even care? You walked away,” you cried.

Lando was getting frustrated again. He hated seeing you upset, but you weren't giving him anything to work with. “What was I supposed to do? If someone starts yelling at you and refuses to explain why, what am I supposed to do? You need to give me something here, darling,” Lando said. “I can't read your mind.”

 “I'm not asking you to read my mind! It should be obvious by now, you shouldn't need mindreading,” you retorted. Him still talking to fans who stepped over a certain boundary was nothing new in your relationship.

 “Well, it isn't obvious,” Lando raised his voice a little. “What is it? Do you think I'm paying more attention to my career than to you? Am I spending too much time with other girls? Am I not giving you enough affection?” He was just guessing and hoping that he would get it right. He couldn't stand this any longer.

 “Those are only my problems in general,” you pouted.

Lando was at a loss. He shook his head and sighed. “Alright, I give up. You won’t tell me, but you won't stop crying? What do you want me to do to help? I can't fix your problems if you don't tell me what the problem is.”

 “I want you to apologize!” you wiped your cheeks.

 “Apologize?” Lando sighed. He took a few moments to gather his thoughts before looking deeply into your eyes. “All right, I apologize. I'm sorry. Is that what you wanted me to say? Can you stop crying now?”

 “No because you weren't serious. You still don't know what you've done,” you shook your head.

You were really testing his patience now. Lando was tired, you were both drunk, and he just wanted to enjoy the rest of the night, but here you were, fighting again. “What do you want from me, Y/N? Seriously. I don't know what's wrong, I've tried asking, but you won't tell me,” he said, staring at you with frustrated eyes.

 “Why did you keep talking to that girl?!” you finally blurted out.

Lando frowned. Which girl? He didn’t remember talking to any girls besides Sasha and Max’s girlfriend. Oh, and that fan he met while getting Sasha’s boyfriend. Lando sighed deeply, his heart sinking. Why couldn't he just have one night out in peace? He took a deep breath to calm himself down before responding to your accusation. “Y/N, I'm a Formula One driver, I talk to a lot of people,” he tried eventually. “Are you talking about the one that came up to me? Cause talking to fans is literally part of my job. It’s in my contract.”

 “But you’re off season!” you retorted.

 “Does it matter? If a fan wants to talk to me, I can't just tell them to piss off. Or do you want me to be rude?” he asked. He was slowly getting worked up again. It wasn’t just that arguing about this was ridiculous, but also that your heavy feelings always touched him somehow. Even when he didn’t want to be affected.

 “I don’t want you to be rude. I want you to spend your time with us, with me,” you sniffled. “Fans get so much of your attention during the season. Just send them away, you’re on a holiday.”

 “That would be rude,” he answered immediately. “Besides, what's the big deal? I was just talking, I was not hitting on her. We shared like two sentences. Why do you want to fight with me so bad?”

 “I’m not trying to fight you, but you were talking to a girl who was obviously flirting with you! You just don’t see it anymore because everyone loves you so much,” you cried. You were terrified of losing him because he found someone better. There were plenty of girls trying their ways all the time, just like this one.

Lando shook his head, clearly getting more impatient and frustrated with the conversation. “Okay, let's say she was flirting with me. So what? This is ridiculous, Y/N. You have no trust in me. You think that any girl I talk to is automatically a threat to our relationship? You know what that screams? Insecurity. I love you, but I can't keep having this conversation every time we go out. You're not being fair to me.”

 “I'm not being fair?!” you hiccupped.

Lando clenched his jaw, trying not to lose his temper. “Yes, you're not being fair. How would you feel if I accused you of cheating every time you spoke to another man? That would be unfair, wouldn't it? It's the same for me. Why is it ok then that you assume I'm trying to get with every woman I look at?”

 “I didn't say that!” your eyes widened. His anger was scaring you now.

 “You don't have to. I can read you like a book. How about I go over every guy you've ever talked to and accuse you of flirting with them, does that sound fair?”

His defensiveness made you also feel like you had to defend yourself. “No, I just mean that you told me the other day that people annoy you because they won't leave you alone even in your time off, yet you are talking to them as if they were your favourites!”

 “Y/N, I can't ignore them all the time! They pay their hard-earned money to buy a ticket to a race to cheer for me. I can't just brush them aside and look like an arrogant dickhead,” Lando sighed. “Baby, this is exhausting. Why do you question my loyalty to you every time I'm around another woman? I’ve never given you a reason, and it makes me feel like you don't trust me at all. Trust is the foundation of any relationship, without it, we have nothing.”

Your heart sank. He just said that you have no trust in him. Did he mean that…?

  “We have nothing?” you echoed quietly.

Lando felt his heart twist with guilt. He knew your abandonment issues were always there, lingering beneath the surface, and he cursed himself for triggering them in this situation. “No, that's not what I meant. You're twisting my words. We have something special, and I don't want to lose you. But I can't be in a relationship where I feel like I'm constantly being accused of doing something wrong when I'm not. It's not fair to me, Y/N.”

 “So you want to leave?” you sobbed out. What did he mean he couldn’t be in a relationship like yours?

Lando's heart sank as he looked at your distraught face. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel abandoned, especially since the history you had with your Mom leaving. He knew how deeply it affected you still to this day. He knew how much it hurt you.

He took a deep breath and spoke softly. “No, Y/N. I don't want to leave. I want us to fix this. I want you to trust me, to see that I love you and I am not going to cheat on you. But we need to find a way to communicate better, to hear each other out.”

You were just crying and crying. Your buttons were obviously pushed, no matter how Lando tried to avoid it. You were so easily hurt when you were drunk.

Lando was feeling completely frustrated and helpless. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. “Are you going to let me hold you and comfort you at least, or are you going to push me away?” he asked softly, his voice a mix of exhaustion and worry.

You glared at him. “You are the one saying that you can’t be in a relationship like this, yet you keep accusing me that I wanna push you away!”

 “Because you are!” Lando exclaimed, his frustration beginning to boil over. “You're being so passive-aggressive! You won't tell me what's wrong, but you cry and push me away when I try to comfort you. What am I supposed to do, Y/N?”

 “I don't know!” you snapped back. “I'm sorry that it's so hard to love me, okay? But I never forced you to date me! I know it is hard to deal with me, I know that I have so many problems, you don’t have to keep rubbing it in.”

Lando sighed. “Y/N, it's not hard to love you. It's hard when you don't communicate with me. You can't just expect me to read your mind and know what you want from me, I can't do that.” He was trying to convey his feelings as clearly and as gently as possible, but deep down, he felt a growing sense of helplessness. He didn't want this to turn into another explosive argument. “Can we please just talk about this without yelling? Please?”

 “I'm not yelling!” you yelled.

 “Yes, you are yelling,” he replied firmly, trying to maintain a calm demeanour. “I am trying here, Y/N. I am trying to talk to you, to understand what is going on with you. But you're shouting at me, and it's not helping. Can you tone it down, please?”

At first you wanted to yell back to defend yourself, but then his words finally sank in. You took a shuddering breath and nodded.

 “Thank you,” Lando allowed himself a small smile. “I love you, okay?”

You nodded silently.

 “Do you love me?” he asked.

You nodded again.

 “Great. Then we will work this out, yeah? Maybe not tonight,” he quickly glanced at his watch. “It’s past midnight anyway. We’ll go back inside, enjoy the rest of the time here, then we’ll take a cab and go home. Max and his girlfriend are planning to go on a date tomorrow, so we’ll have the house for ourselves to talk. It will be alright.”

You sniffled and wiped your face. Lando pulled you close, and you finally allowed him. Miscommunication was a common root of argument in your relationship, you knew it. Thinking back now that you weren’t in fear of him leaving you, you could’ve just told him what hurt you right away.

Lando held you for a minute before he took your hand and started leading you back inside. If one thing was for sure, it was that waterproof mascara was a godsent product in your rollercoaster of a life.

[hotchnersangel]

MATILDA

Aaron Hotchner

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cw; childhood trauma, panic attacks, illusions to drinking, abuse, self-worth issues, mentions of the bau's traumas, hurt, blood, violence, bit of a persistent and overbearing hotch at the end. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY MENTION OF THESE THINGS TRIGGER YOU. This is a very deep and raw piece.

this has not been edited because it feels a bit too personal to reread lol

you have been warned.

You were always conditioned to brush off your feelings. It became a coping mechanism to get through the torment of your past. Physically you were fine but emotionally you were bruised and tainted with the colour indigo, that led to the bottled up pain.

No one knew your history or the treatment you went throuh as a child, in fact you often believed you history inferior due to your friends' upbringings. With Morgan being manipulated and molested, Emiy being dragged city to city to escape bible bashings, JJ losing a most beoved sister, Penelope losing her parents, Spencer's father leaving and him becoming a prodigy of the education system, Rossi watching his friends die right in front of him and Hotch. Well, Hotch's past had been a blurred line to the team, similar to yours. Though they knew something had happened to destroy you mentally for you to be where you were today- it was practically alien to have a member of the bau come from a happy home.

Your team had lost people around them, family, friends- life's true tragedy. But, you didn't. You lost no one but yourself.

You could argue that you lost you parents but it would be insensitive, they were still alive but they simply were never parents to you. They were strangers who barely even knew of your existence when you were present and a burden now that you were no longer around for them. No longer there to be their punching bag, no longer there to be their outlet of anger and cutthroat insults.

When the topic comes up, you deny, deny, deny.

"It's no big deal really," you would tell them with a large smile, diverting their attention and you had given them no reason to doubt you until one case.

A case that focused on parents abusing their children. You had almost gone quiet but it was not noticed, you played it off as exhaustion considering you had all been working back to back for weeks straight.

The jet felt colder that Tuesday morning, the seats glassed with a coat of ice as you sat down, letting out a shiver, Hotch takes his usual seat besides you and raises an eyebrow at you. "You okay?"

You nod with a smile, "Yeah it's no big deal, just a bit cold." You shrug, looking out the window, ready to set off for New Orleans. Midway through the flight, you feel a material rest over your legs, seeing Hotch reading the case file and hardly even looking at you. `like he could sense your need for some sort of comfort, whether it be from the sudden breeze or the pain inside your heart.

You arrive swiftly at the precinct, everyone getting up and getting to work. The team rarely struggled on a case but as you were all slumped around a board finishing your takeout. You look over the case files again and look up, causing eyes to dart over to you.

"Oh she's on-to something." Morgan exclaims.

"Let it download, almost there." Emily smirks slightly, watching the cogs turn in their head.

"A child can form a negative sense of love from super young, right?"

"Yeah, it's called our 'love map', it's the ideology of our internal software being developed from around the ages 5 to 6 based on our surroundings and the environment we grew up in." Spencer adds and agrees, seeing where you are going with this.

"And am i right in saying that it is effects our ability to process, receive and distribute love?" You inquire and Spencer nods along.

"Yeah, the result of a healthy development of self-cohesion, self-constancy, and self-agency is self-esteem. Positive affect becomes integrated with self-representation. A negative love map, essentially a distorted internal representation of what a healthy relationship looks like based on negative past experiences, can lead to significant issues in romantic relationships, including difficulty forming deep connections, distrust, emotional withdrawal, anxiety, and a tendency to repeat unhealthy patterns." Spencer nods along.

"So, this unsub had a broken home? Let's get Garcia to check records of social service calls to residents with multiple visits." Emily says to the team as they dial Garcia and are met with a sigh at the vast load she has to sieve through.

"I wouldn't rely on it there are so many left unreported." You added, shaking your head. "Look for school reports, teachers may have noticed suspicious behaviour and markings on a child- it's not much and hardly narrows it down but it is something."

The team nod impressed and you catch Hotch's eye as he narrows his eyes softly, like he was trying to read into your soul. You were, simply put, a book he could read one hundred times and still be unable to decode every last detail.

"Garcia, cross check school reports with silent 911 calls." You heart ached as you say the words, a rush of memories flooding back to you as you ran up the stairs of your house, hearing your father shouting up at you and your mother knocking on your door harshly. You'll never forget those knocks, like a constant reminder that you were always wrong. You had stolen the landline phone, really scared for your life in that moment. You were sat in you closet, knees tucked to your chest as silent tears glass your eyes.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Silence.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

"Hello?"

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

"This is 911, are you in danger?"

Yes, help. Please. I'm scared.

Your shallow breaths cut through the silence before the call ended and your inevitable fate had drawn closer.

"I've cross checked teachers note with 911 calls and i think i have something." Garcia informs the team over the phone, "It may be a long shot but a man named Dane Kirighan called 911 twice but they were both silent, as our pretty girl said." She starts. "His mom Janet Kirighan recently passsed away... it says... oh- she was bludgened to death by a flat object four months ago.."

"That could be our stressor." Aaron nods at the team as Garcia continues.

"It gets worse, his father was sentenced to life for the murder of Janet Kirighan but he was deemed deceased only last month."

You stay silent. "He has abandonment issues, as much as he hated them both for the pain they inflicted, they left him again..."

"What's his address?"

The case was long, almost a week long and you were sure it was torturous. Memories came back in floods to the point that you could no longer focus on the situation at hand but rather the pain in Dane Kirighan's voice as he screamed in the line of crossfire.

One harsh scream then silence.

That silence you knew all too well, you left the scene quickly, getting into the back of one of the SUV's. You talk to no one, you look at no one, you react to nothing. Right now, you're as lifeless as Dane. The little boy who was manipulated and formed into a killer. You shouldn't but you empathise for him. You sympathise.

You knew that there were two sides to a coin and you and Dane Kirighan were one of the same. Heads vs Tales, you saw different lives but deep down you were made from the same foundations and ou were terrified.

You excused yourself from the car, heading into the bathroom to freshen up. No one joined you, which you were grateful for because currently, you hamd was stretched against the painted wall, clawing for something to hold you body up as your other dug into the skin of your chest as if it would help you breathe. Suddenly you were back in that closet, rocking back and fourth as you hear footsteps growing nearer to you.

You heart rate picked up at the memory, you breathing becoming shallow and uneven and suddenly the all too familiar burning sensation infiltrated your lungs. The need of oxygen grew stronger as you slid down the wall of the bathroom, feeling pathetic and completely naked on that tile flooring.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Your mind became your biggest enemy as your heartbeat rung through you ears like a cry for help.

Footsteps.

The echo of your parent's footsteps grew louder in you mind as they neared the bathroom door.

Your heart was racing. Fuck. Breathing. You need to breathe. Come on. You gotta keep trying. In and Out. They're not here. You're safe.

Until silence, once again.

A laugh echoed from outside and you realised you were safe, you were home. Not all family was bad, but you didn't know how to be in the family. What was your role?

You walk back to the team after freshing up a bit, swearing an oath to yourself to avoid the topic of your panic attack.

You walk up to the team and they greet you with warm smiles.

"Nice call kid, you may not feel like it was positive but you helped." Rossi pulled you into a hug, a tight hug and you realised that the team knew. Fuck, they knew.

"How did you know?" Emiy inquires, breaking the ice to the topic. "How did you know to check for 911 calls?"

"I did it a few times," you shrug, being honest. This is what a family des right. "I knew nothing would come out of it but it felt like I was doing something."

Faces softened and you hated that.

You pull you hair into a ponytail and smile, though it is far from real. "it's no big deal."

"You were abused." Hotch's voice cuts the silence and zones his vision on you. "Do you hear me?"

"Hotch man-" Derek tries to intervene but Hotch cuts him off.

"You were abused." he repeats.

"Stop."

"You are a victim." he states so boldly with no judgement whatsoever.

"Stop," You repeat, urgently, feeling your emotions swell.

"It is a big deal. You. Were. Abused." He repeats and you are getting angry now, you hardly notice that Hotch had gestured for the others to leave.

"Hotch- stop it."

"Why are you defending them?"

"I'm not."

"The people you should trust the most hurt you, in every way they could."

"Hotch-" you feel tears threaten your eyes.

"That's why you don't trust easy. It's why you don't talk about your experiences. It's why you never miss a deadline because you think you will be punished. You think that your a burden and you bottle up your feelings and belittle them until they are overwhelming for you. Its why you can tell who is nearing you because you have our footsteps memorised. Do you know what these are?"

"Stop profiling me." You burst, your voice echoing through the walls.

A tear.

He lifts his hand.

You flinch.

He moves gently.

You look down.

He tilts your head up.

"It's all trauma responses. You are a victim of abuse and you're too thoughtful to ask for help because you don't want to gain friendships where people will leave you."

Your eyes are full of silent tears as you look up at him.

His heart breaks.

"You can let it go." He whispers to you, resting his hand on your cheek. "Do you hear me?"

You nod, you eyes rimmed red and glossy with pain.

"You-" he points at your chest, more specifically your heart. "You don't have to invite your blood related family to the party of your soul."

"Your heart, honey, truly is a party. It is beautiful, it is flourished, it is fun and it reflects every ounce of who you are. Your parents never showed you love but I do, we all do. Never be sorry for growing up surrounded by pain, never belittle your past experiences until you are on the edge okay?"

"What are you asking of me?"

"I'm asking you to let me love you... let me take care of you. You talk of all this pain like it's alright, it isn't so stop. A part of you feels like a lost cause but baby, you shine like the brightest star. You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days."

"I'm asking you to let me into your heart, your mind."

In that moment, you realised that you were starting a family who will always show you love and though it will be a long process, it will be worth it in the end.

[koolades-world]

happy april fools day!

what would april fools day be like with the them?

Lucifer

he doesn't look like he enjoys it, but he's behind several pranks that nobody else has laid claim to. when you get pranked when you least expect it, that sly smile on his face says it all. when you confront him and ask, he simply replies, "oh? is that today?" cheeky bastard lol

Mammon

he tries really hard, but somehow it never works out. they always backfire on him no matter what he does, especially if they're directed at one of his brothers. but he tries every year. can't help by admire that determination.

Levi

he's not leaving his room for sure today. he's seen the way it goes in his household and he wasn't about to get caught in the crossfire. not again. he might not even let you in if he thinks you don't have a good enough reason

Satan

he takes it seriously, but only when it comes to pranking lucifer. yeah, that's literally it for him. he just wants to be an ass to lucifer and he's happy. he would much prefer to spend his time doing something he deems worth it, but if belphie wants help pranking lucifer and others, he will contribute. do not prank him though. that's a time bomb waiting to go off

Asmo

he thinks it's fun as long as nobody takes it too seriously on him. yeah it's funny when it happens to someone else, but the minute someone messes with his things is the minute it's over. like satan, don't make him mad. that won't be pretty

Beel

he only knows about this holiday thanks to belphie and his love for it. otherwise, he could care less. to him, it's just another day. as long as the prank isn't having to eat solomon's cooking, he's fine. prank his food? he's good he'll eat it anyways lol

Belphie

watch your back today, he’s a menace. if you just plead, he might spare you at the cost of a cuddling session. however, if he forgets to disarm one of his pranks, or forgets to let you know not to touch a certain thing, you can request something in exchange as well

Diavolo

pulls all the cheesy pranks and is overjoyed when they work out it's always so obvious that they're about to happen and where they are based on his reaction, and how he's always conveniently nearby. don't burst his bubble please haha

Barbatos

Not amused with a capital N. it's not an issue until it interferes with his work. he works hard to keep everything tidy and in place, and it really messes with him when someone decides to swap to the salt and sugar (diavolo), but won't say anything since he knows exactly who did it

Simeon

he will join in if someone asks, but he's more than happy to just sit back and watch. he'll get popcorn and relax as mammon yet again fails to prank lucifer. he's another one nobody expects, so if you can't figure out who played that prank on you, look to him, since he's even more unassuming than lucifer

Luke

let's be real, he's probably on the receiving end of most pranks just because everyone loves to poke fun at him thanks to the reaction he gives. however, when he tries to give pranks back, it's almost endearing and most people just let it happen to them even if they see it coming to make him happy

Solomon

he understands this human custom/holiday the best, so his pranks, if they can even be called that, are minor at best. expect something simple and cute, like gifting you chocolates he claims is dark chocolate but it’s actually milk! haha how evilly cute

Mephisto

he doesn’t get it at first, but once he does and sees that dia is invested, he’s too into it. he’s the type to cut all the bristles off your toothbrush and then not understand why you’re mad. do something just as devious back to make him see why what he did was just infuriating

Thirteen

she’s probably the most invested out of everyone! her biggest competition is belphie, so he gets the most pranks his way. however, there’s something hidden around every corner for everyone. not even you’re safe, so say your prayers, or just ask lucifer haha

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

There For Me (Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader)

Characters: Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader, Batfam X Batsis!Reader

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: Unhealthy family relationships (Parentification) Mild mention of a past abusive relationship (Harley & Joker) Mention of stalking, mention of death

Request: A bruce wayne and daughter, she is an adult. Mainly responsible for her siblings. She is sick of being the responible one. She is really good friends with harley and ivy and they take her in. She is secrectly dating harley. Batman comes too take her back but she tells him she is very happy and harley protects her girlfriend. Bruce accepts and lets them be.

Notes: Kind of strayed from the request near the end, I kind of got carried away with this lol

Ever since you were a child, you were well aware that your relationship and role within your family was different to a lot of other families. It wasn’t the norm by any sense, even for Gotham. Your mom was never in the picture, leaving you in the hospital you were born in with a note about where to find your dad, and after a test to confirm it, you were sent to live with your dad, who at the time was the opposite of responsible, and was a mess still, if the whole getting a woman pregnant who then left you without a second thought wasn’t something to go by. It was no surprise that Alfred ended up being your actual primary caregiver for your early years. That, and the whole secret life as Batman he actually had the foresight to know it was best you didn’t know about. 

You found out when you were 10, coming down in the middle of the night for something to drink after a nightmare, finding your dad badly beaten and barely conscious in the kitchen, also looking for something to drink. You stared at each other for a moment in horror, but after a moment, you swallowed, grabbing a cup, getting some cold water, and went back to bed without a word. Bruce told Alfred what happened, and Alfred explained everything after school the next day. That day changed a lot for you. You realised partly why your dad was almost always absent, that Alfred was helping him keep your city safe, and that anytime you needed help with something was basically time taken away from Alfred that he could be spending making sure your dad wasn’t bleeding out somewhere or in need of help. As soon as you got home that day, you immediately began the process of becoming as independent as possible. 

By the time your dad brought Dick home, you were entirely independent, but also very emotionally cut off from your dad and Alfred. You didn’t interact with Dick for a few days until he was up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare, and you came down as well, fixing a snack to share and then going back up to his room to keep him occupied till he was ready to go back to bed. It was after that point that Dick started to open up a bit more, especially with you. After Dick had grown into an adult and you two spent a night off drinking and catching up, he admitted to you that when he first joined the family, he wasn’t sure on what your role was in it, thinking maybe you were a recent adoptee as well and just weren’t adjusting well, and it took over a month for him to realise you were Bruce’s biological kid. 

When Jason arrived, you already had a rough idea of what to do as your role as a big sister to dysfunctional traumatised little brothers, though Jason’s anger issues did make it a bit more difficult to bond with him. However, you quickly found that if you challenged his own anger with your silent resentment and frustration with your dad for not actually doing what a dad is supposed to, you two would actually bond over your frustrations, cause a bit of havoc together to blow of some steam. 

Jason exposed you to two things. One, he showed you that you had every right to be more angry with Bruce about the fact that you had to raise yourself and now the kids he was bringing into the manor than you are. Two, it was because of you two causing a bit of mischief that you met Harley Quinn.

You had been doing some art outside to release some of your emotions in a healthy way, or as Bruce would call it, Vandalism in the form of graffiti, when you heard police sirens, and you both scattered to get away from the scene, getting separated and you ended up on the bad side of town, and was just trying to find a safe route home without having to call anyone, especially Bruce or Alfred, for help, and hoping that Jason was okay. Unfortunately, you ended up crossing paths with a group of business students, who decided to catcall, harass, and after you ignored them completely, decided to start following you. Fortunately, it was then that you took a sharp turn to try and lose them and bumped right into Harley, who was with her own posse of goons. You two stared at each other for no longer than a second, and in that second, you two had entire conversation purely through your eyes. Then she heard the men behind you, far enough away to not see who you had bumped into to realise they should run, but close enough for Harley to hear them laugh and tell the men surrounding her to grab you for them. He face contorted to anger for a moment.

“They bothering you?” She asked shortly, and you nodded, honestly scared to mutter a word. She took your arm, pulling you behind her. “Boys, time to teach these men some manners!” She ordered, and in a matter of seconds, Harley’s goons were chasing the men down the street and out of sight. You couldn’t help the small laugh that left your mouth at the sight. “You alright? Did they grab ya?” 

“No- no, they were just being creeps. Thanks.” You told her as she turned back to you, the streetlamp now lighting up your face better, and she was able to see your face clearer, and also now actually identify you, and you saw her eyes widen and realised she knew who you were. 

“Aren’t you Wayne’s daughter? What you doing out here? I’m sure daddy wouldn’t approve of you being out here.” She stated, hands on her hips, almost motherly, which was funny considering that you weren’t even a teenager anymore, now a young woman in your early twenties, only about 5-6 years younger than Harley. 

“I was supposed to be supervising my little brother while he released some stress in some street art.” You told her. She arched an eyebrow. 

“You and the younger Wayne were doing vandalism?” She clarified, and she saw the twinge of a smirk on your face before you tucked it back, and she grinned. “I like you, little trouble maker! Where’s your brother now?” 

“I don’t know, honestly. We heard sirens nearby and scattered. He’s a lot more street smart than me though- obviously.” You said, gesturing down the street to the incident Harley just prevented. 

“Why not call your dad?” She asked, and you couldn’t help the loud and quick laugh that left you, which told her a lot. “You two… not close?” 

“No… never were, honestly… I uh, I’ve always looked after myself, and these days I’m looking after my adoptive siblings. Bruce isn’t good with the whole kids having emotions things, so I’m trying to help Jason get his anger out in ways that don’t involve needing first aid kits constantly stocked up.” You explained to her, hands in your pockets, rocking back and forth, finding it hard to stand still. You had no clue why you were admitting all this to Harley, especially since she was literally an enemy of your dad, but the way she had immediately defended you, and was taking the time to listen to you made you feel safe with her. 

“That sucks, toots… you must be pretty lonely… say, if you ever find yourself back out here or just want a call or something and rant, call this number, okay? I might not answer right away, this is kind of a private cell, so don’t tell anyone, but I’ll get back to you, okay?” She said, plucking a gel pen from a pocket of her loud chequered jacket, grabbing your arm to pull your hand out your pocket and noting down a number on your palm. When she was done, she tucked it back into her pocket. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the edge of the nicer part of town, okay?” She said, wrapping her arm in yours and pulling you along with her. She did as she said, walking you to a safer part of town, reminding you to call her if needed (also if you couldn’t find Jason so she could look for him for you) and you parted ways.

She was the one you ended up calling when Jason was killed.

You didn’t talk to anyone for over a month after his death, other than the odd text to Dick to respond to him or to just make sure he was alright, but one night when things were really bad for you- your dad basically nearly killing himself every night, Alfred locked up in the cave trying to prevent him from actually dying, Dick away doing his own thing after arguing with Bruce, you were entirely alone in your mourning, completely lost in what you’re supposed to do next. You had no little brother to keep your mind busy with worrying and caring for, no one to make you feel needed. No one to make you feel wanted. You were completely alone.

You had called her as a last ditch effort, seeing no harm in at least trying, remembering she was once a psychiatrist. And sure, she was once affiliated with the Joker, but she had distanced herself from him, clearly a victim herself, and had been keeping a low profile ever since. You weren’t even sure she would pick up, probably changing her number, but she did pick up. “Hello?” 

“Harley?” You asked in a whisper. “This is… um, it’s Y/N. Wayne… you um, helped me out a while ago with some creeps, gave me this number…” You recollected to her. 

“I remember… heard about your brother… Not gonna say sorry, I’m pretty sure you’ve heard it a billion times and I’m probably a person you don’t wanna hear it from… you doing okay?” 

“Not really…” You admitted, sniffling. “I’m not doing good… I know you said to call if I needed help with something… I just… I’m alone and I don’t want to be. Is there somewhere we can just meet even if it’s just for an hour?” You asked. 

“Yeah of course!” You weren’t honestly expecting her immediate agreement. “We can have a girl’s night, me, you, and Ivy- I’ve been staying with her for a while now, I’m sure she won’t mind! Where do you want to meet?” 

You met her a few blocks away, and she walked with you to a small one bedroom apartment where Ivy was waiting already, lounged on the cramped couch. She didn’t ask questions as Harley introduced you as Bruce Wayne’s daughter, who was in need of some TLC after everything that happened with Jason, in fact the only questions she asked was “Do you want to get wasted or hold onto the pillow of emotions and tell us all about it?” 

“The pillow of emotions?” You asked, and she held up the pillow right next to her- a blanket, that even in the dim lighting you could tell was as soft as a childhood teddy, the perfect size and shape to squeeze tightly as you cried your eyes out. You pointed to it, and she handed it over, and it wasn’t long till you were on the couch next to Ivy, Harley sat on the floor, both women listening and nodding along as you hugged the pillow, sobbing and ranting about everything. From you basically being raised by Alfred, to you being more like a mother than a sister to Dick and Jason despite not even being that much older than Dick, and how because of that, you felt like a failure when Jason died, like you failed at being his protector, and how now you were all alone- Dick doing his own thing, your dad acting like Jason never even existed, and Alfred being too busy making sure your dad was actually caring for himself to notice you might even need help. 

Honestly, a part of you expected these women, who themselves had been through hell and way worse than you, to roll their eyes, point out how you had daddy’s money to buy a therapist and figure it out yourself, but they didn’t. In fact in the end, when you finally got it all off your chest, both wrapped you in their arms, promising you that they were there, that they cared, and that this apartment always had space for you if you ever wanted to get away. You found yourself there at least once a week. When Bruce brought Tim home, you fluctuated between spending almost every day there or being at home keeping an eye and trying to care for the new brother, until Tim expressed his independence and you went back to spending more time with the girls. 

5 years after Jason’s death, a lot of things changed. 

One, your friendship with Harley became more than a friendship, and you three mutually agreed that it was time for an upgrade in apartment, and you officially moved out, creating much more distance between yourself and your dad, though with Tim around and Bruce now getting more of a grip on his self-destructive behaviours, you were able to call and come visit Alfred, Tim and Dick who had moved back in on occasion, though you now mostly interacted with Dick and Tim (who had warmed up to you a lot more) outside of the manor. 

Two, Jason came back. It was shocking for everyone involved, especially since he was full to the brim of rage and fury, especially against Bruce. He worked with Scarecrow to poison the entire city, and the second you heard it was him through Dick, you tried to leave the safety of the apartment that you had promised your girlfriend you wouldn’t leave to try and find him, only for Ivy to find you quickly, seeing you in a panic and trying to run into the city without anyway to protect yourself, and in fear that you’d been affected by the fear toxin, she sedated you herself until it was all over and hopefully the toxin had left your body. When she woke you up with Harley there, your immediate question was if Jason was okay. Harley thought you were having issues with your memory due to the sedation and the toxin, but after talking with you for longer, explaining the call you had gotten from Dick, and also letting slip that your family was also the bat family, and that Jason was the Robin that had been killed, the girls gave you the rundown of what they knew. Bruce was alive. Dick and Tim were alive, and the Arkham Knight, who was apparently Jason, had disappeared, not confirmed alive or dead. Harley escorted you back to the manor to get answers on what happened, and to try and get in contact with Jason. You got confirmation that he was alive, but was still pissed off at Bruce and was not contacting the family for the time being. 

That didn’t sit right with you. So you went out into the city to one of the places you two would hang around, mess around, graffiti, where you’d complain about Bruce together, and had the best time of your lives. And you waited. And waited. You ignored all your phone calls and texts, simply dropping a text to Harley promising you’d be home soon and you were alright before turning your phone off, and waited more. When the air started to become too nippy for you as you continued to pace in the small snicket, head low, arms crossed and noticing you could see your breath now, you finally thought about leaving. Giving up for now, trying another day or another technique. It was then you felt something heavy drop on your shoulders, and someone pat you on the back. You looked up, startled at the tall man beside you, but even more so at his features that you could recognize instantly. “Jason?” You asked, getting a faint smile from him. That was all you needed, pulling the man into a tight hug, his heavy leather jacket nearly falling off your shoulders. 

You caught up with Jason. You told him how you’d moved out of the manor, how no one in the family actually knew where you lived, and you let the cat out the bag about your roommates being Ivy and Harley, who was actually your girlfriend, and how you met Harley that night where you two got separated in the city, and how she was the one you came to when he died. In classic Jason style, he was far more angry over the fact that Bruce totally left you alone to mourn him and you had to turn to another victim of Joker’s for comfort than you living with two criminals and dating one. In fact, he warmed up pretty quickly to it, knowing they at least can protect you ‘unlike Bruce’. He walked you home, promising to be in touch. You went inside, seeing Harley beside herself with worry, and after her throwing herself at you to hold you close and make sure you were alright, you told her everything, and after Jason and you got a form of communication, Harley and Ivy gave Jason the thumbs up to be allowed into the girl cave, the only real rule being to not tell Bruce or the others about the living arrangement in any way, which was easy enough. 

For a while, things were tense but working in the Wayne family. Jason was still limited to no contact with Bruce, only talking to Dick on occasion when they ran into each other, but almost all contact between them was through you, which resulted in you having more contact with Bruce, though things were still incredibly tense between you two, so often Dick and Tim became a filter for you both, which you despised. Still, the boys would always called you when they needed you, and so it was them who called you to let you know that Bruce had another child- this one biologically his. Your half brother. Damian. 

You let yourself into the manor, quickly rushing down into the cave to hear everyone bickering, Dick and your now youngest brother in the midst of a fight, though when Bruce spotted you and called your name, they stopped and looked at you. Damian stepped towards you, and Dick immediately held one of his Escrima sticks in front of him to stop him, and Tim stepped forward to be in front of you slightly, telling you that those two didn’t trust him to not hurt you. You patted Tim on the shoulder to tell him it was alright before stepping around him, and then you looked at Dick. “Put it away.” You told him. He did as told, though hesitantly. Damian remained still, though he glared at you. You showed him the palms of your hands casually. “No weapons on me, other than a taser, but that’s for creeps in the street.” You told him. 

“Who are you?” He demanded. “Another stray my father picked up off the streets?” Ah. Volatile, lashing out, not caring about hurting feelings. Reminded you of a certain someone…

“In a way, I guess. I’m your sister. Your half sister. Biologically related.” You explained, nodding your head in your father’s direction, who was stood off to the side. His eyes widened, before his eyebrows knitted together and his frown deepended. 

“I wasn’t aware father had an older child.” 

“Yeah, he had me pretty young, and I’ve mostly been out of the spotlight- I like keeping a low profile.” You explained to him, stepping forward casually. “I always joked that father dearest never wanted a girl and always wanted to only have boys- why he had Dick, Tim and Jason, so hopefully now you’re here, I don’t have to worry about raising anymore boys on his behalf.” You joked, offering a hand to him. You felt Dick and Tim tense at your action and proximity. Damian stared at your hand, then back at you, before taking your hand and you shaked it with a smile. “Welcome to the family, Damian. I’m Y/N, the eldest Wayne sibling, and your big sister. If you need anything, anything at all, you call for me, okay? I’ll be there.” 

You kept that promise to him, like you had the boys. He didn’t call you or contact you for a good few months. He only really interacted with you when either Bruce, Alfred or one of the other boys called for you and you went to the manor to negotiate, or to meet one of them on patrol to talk, and he was tagging along with them because Bruce didn’t trust him alone, but he witnessed his ‘brothers’ call you the second they had a problem, especially at home with Bruce, and every time you picked up, arranged to meet them, and came over. At first he hated how you got into fights with Bruce, especially when advocating for Jason, but when he realised that you were doing it on the boys behalf, especially when you got into a fight with Bruce for him regarding his grades and getting calls from teachers, he finally asked Dick for your phone number, and he asked to speak with you while he was on patrol. You agreed, arranging to meet him nearby. 

“You okay Damian?” You asked as soon as you saw him in the snicket. He nodded, not saying anything at first. “You haven’t ever called me before, so something big must have happened.” 

“Why do you fight for me and the others on our behalf to father?” He asked bluntly. You stared surprised for a moment, before walking closer to him. 

“I don’t have a good relationship with…father. Never have, and I’ve accepted I’ll probably never will. A long time ago, I just kept my mouth shut, let him ignore my existence despite living in the same building, and I was mostly alone. The Dick came along, and he was far more present for him than he ever was for me, but still, he wasn’t… there, there. He was still lacking, mostly emotionally, and I found myself just… filling the gap. Making up where he missed the mark. I looked after Dick when he was going through mourning of his parents, I was the one who helped Jason get some of his anger out, I was the only one who accepted Tim into the family from the get-go… I’m the one the boys call when they need help. Not Bruce… My girlfriend- don’t tell dad about her- is a psychiatrist, and she calls it parentification. It’s when a child, often the oldest, takes on a role similar to that of a parent, caring for younger siblings, and at times, the parents themselves. It complicates relationships between the younger ones and the eldest as well- like you boys turning to me rather than Bruce when you have issues. It usually damages the relationships in the family later on.” You explained to him. 

“Do you resent father for doing that?” He asked. You knew you couldn’t lie to Damian- he wasn’t naive by any sense, and you guessed he’d tell you were lying. 

“Honestly? Yes. Absolutely. I didn’t have a childhood, and I had to grow up quickly to care for the boys he chose to have.”

“Do you resent Dick, Jason and Tim? Do you resent me? You said yourself you think he only wanted boys, and while I’m biologically his like you, he’s present for me like he was Dick.” He inquired. You stepped even closer till you were both straining your necks to meet eye contact. You reached out, holding his face with your hands, warming his cheeks with your calms. 

“Never… Those few years before Dick came home… were some of the worst years of my life. I was… so alone. When you boys showed up, I wasn’t alone anymore. I had purpose, something to keep me busy. Whenever I get a text from Jason complaining about Bruce, or Dick asking me to stop by, or simply Tim asking to get him coffee… I don’t mind, because they need me, and they trust me, and they love me, and I love them. They’re my brothers. Your my youngest brother, and I love you unconditionally, okay?” You promised him, and he nodded, before stepping back, turning on his heel, and going to leave the alley, before he paused, turning and looking over his shoulder at you. 

“I won’t tell father about your girlfriend… Does anyone else know?” 

“Only Jason. I don’t trust the others to not freak out about her, especially Bruce.” You told him. He nodded, and carried on his way. He started to text you from time to time like Jason did. Short and blunt. He never told you straight out he loved you- Dick said it all the time when saying goodbye, Jason said it on occasion, usually concealing it with sentences, Tim said it usually in the middle of the compliment, but never Damian. Instead he would simply text you ‘hope you’re safe’ at the end of the beginning of a conversation. When you realised that was him saying he loved you, you realised he said it the most out of the boys. 

More time passed, things were going good in your family if you ignored Bruce, and things were going extremely well with you and Harley. You were both now looking for a new place to live away from Ivy- her idea, she was planning to move in with Selina. However, the move was postponed when signs of Joker being near your current apartment started to show up, and Harley became anxious, and with very good reason. You hurriedly moved Harley and Ivy into Selina’s apartment and you temporarily moved back into the manor. Just in time it seemed- your old apartment complex was the victim of arson, the substances used to light the fire making it burn green. It was obvious who set it. 

Jason heard first, rushing to the manor, ignoring Bruce’s calls to come and find you, holding you tightly, relieved that you were safe, before he explained what had happened, and that it was an attack by Joker. He said that, in front of not only Bruce, but all your other brothers. They all, including Bruce, freaked out.

“Joker targetted you?!” Dick freaked out.

“No he-” 

“You’re staying at a safehouse for now, alright? We’ll fit it up and make it homely.” Tim decided.

“No, that’s not needed-”

“Y/N, you’re in danger, you can’t leave our sight.” Bruce ordered. 

“He wasn’t targeting me!” You snapped, making them all stop. “He wasn’t targeting me. He was targeting my roommate… my girlfriend.” 

“Your girlfriend?” Bruce asked. 

“Why?” Damian asked. You glanced at Jason anxiously, the only person who knew all the details. He instantly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, ready to put himself between you and everyone else if they tried anything, and get you out of there in a timely fashion if necessary. 

“My girlfriend is Harley. Quinn. We’ve been dating for a few years.” You admitted. Everyone stood stiff for a moment. 

“What?!” Bruce finally snapped, moving forward. Jason immediately held his arm out, pulling you behind him. 

“You stay the fuck away from my sister, Bruce.” He glared. 

“You knew?” Tim asked at Jason. 

“I did too.” Damian spoke up, trying to show solidarity with you and Jason, jumping to be beside you as well. “I didn’t know it was Harley, but from what she’s told me, she treats her well and loves Y/N.” Damian defended. 

“I’ve met her. Harley loves Y/N. She was there for Y/N when I died, unlike you. She looks after Y/N.” Jason defended. Bruce stared at you. 

“Where’s Harley?” 

“I’m not telling you. Her life's in danger, she’s in hiding… we’re going to meet up soon and… we’re leaving Gotham. Temporarily. Just until Joker forgets she exists, then we’re getting a new apartment, maybe somewhere closer to Jason.” You explained. 

“You can’t leave Gotham with her!” Bruce snapped. 

“Why not?” Tim asked. Bruce’s head snapped around to him. “If Joker gets an inkling that Harley has a girlfriend, especially if it’s Y/N Wayne, he’ll go after her. It’s better safe than sorry.” 

“Anything we can do from here? We can get you two a safehouse in another city till things calm down.” Dick offered. You smiled at him and nodded, and he smiled sadly. “We should cause a scene to keep him occupied so he doesn’t have time to realise Harley’s gone off the grid. One of us should also escort you both just in case. 

“I’ll do that.” Jason decided. “Atleast you know if worst comes to worse and Joker tries to stop you leaving, I’ll fucking kill him.” 

“Do none of you care about what I think?” Bruce asked. 

“No. We don’t. This has nothing to do with you. This is to do about the safety of Y/N and her girlfriend from her girlfriend’s abusive ex. This is about what is best for them, and what we can do to make things easier for them. You’ve never cared about her. You’ve never put her first and done what’s best for her. Leave us to deal with this, and stay out of it.” Jason snapped at him. Bruce looked around, seeing to see if anyone- even you- would tell Jason off. No one did. Without another word, Jason pushed you to go with Damian and Tim to go pack some things while he went to get a car from the garage for you and Harley and your things, and Dick got his phone out to start making calls for somewhere safe for you to stay. Bruce stared at Dick, the only one left in the room. He saw that Bruce was waiting for him to talk to him, say anything to him. 

“Y/N has always been there for us, no matter what. This is the only time she’s ever said she’s needed our help. We’re taking it.” He told him simply, before putting his phone to his ear and leaving the room, leaving Bruce alone, unsure on what to do or what to say. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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[exceptionimagines]

Meeting and Dating Jerry Dandridge

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(The real ones know about the struggles of the meeting scenario. They also know that I'm kind of referencing the original fright night with the whole 'reincarnated lost love' thing. Also, sorry that this ones kind of horny, guess I just had that dawg in me at the time lol.)

- When you tell people you're not the type of girl to get noticed, it's not some lame attempt to garner sympathy or an admission of low self esteem. You're not pouting at them and crying out for help, begging them to tell you otherwise or to comfort you about the unfortunate state of your love life.

- No, you're simply stating a fact: one you've never really deemed as the end of the world or some egregious issue that you must work to overcome. There's nothing wrong with being the way that you are and no amount of magazines or movies or books will convince you otherwise. You've come to terms with being plain; with being easily ignored, and at this point in your life, you don't really notice it anymore.

- It's only when Jerry Dandridge moves into your neighborhood that you find yourself reconsidering this once definitive description of yourself....

- Due to your lifelong experience of being overlooked, you've grown used to interacting with everyone around you as a sort of sexless being. You don't overthink things when meeting someone for the first time, you don't try to flirt or expect them to find you so attractive that they'll have no other choice but to ask you out. No, you view yourself the same way a little old lady would, expecting people to treat you in a platonic, "well isn't she sweet" kind of way; liking your company but never considering you as an option when thinking of a potential future partner.

- It's why you're so casual when meeting your new, incredibly attractive neighbor for the first time: shaking his hand and welcoming him to the area with a polite smile instead of the lovestruck and giggly grins of the other women around you. You keep things cordial and you think nothing of it when he first starts focusing in on you, always bringing the conversation back to you as you stand amongst a couple other neighbors; the same ones who called you over to greet the man when they noticed you returning home from work.

- At first you think he's trying to be nice, that he notices you're a little reserved and wants to keep you included whenever you seem to get lost in the chaotic cacophony of voices. But then you notice that he isn't really addressing anyone else in the circle directly, that he's seemingly only interested in what you think of things and what you want to say; almost to the point where the conversation is beginning to feel like a one on one talk with spectators.

- You're not used to the attention, not used to having someone specifically drawn to you out of everyone else in an entire crowd; a crowd that includes far more conventionally attractive women than yourself. You're confused when he keeps looking at you, sharing little smiles with you while your other neighbors speak, like you're the most important one there and that he wants you to know that. Your mind races when trying to figure out why he's behaving in such a way....

- It isn't until one of the older lady's on your street nudges you and coos about you having a "new admirer" that you actually consider the idea. You brush it off at first, refusing to think that that's the case; especially when you're talking about someone like Jerry. You argue to yourself that this sort of thing doesn't happen to you, men like him don't go for women like you.... But apparently they do....

- Jerry continues to pay special attention to you, continues to seek you out even when he's certainly not hard up for choices; as though the other girls on your block aren't throwing themselves at him. When he leaves his house, he looks out for you amongst the sea of people, giving your other neighbors a small smile and nod of acknowledgement as he makes his way over to you, meeting you at your car or your mailbox and starting a conversation.

- He hops from topic to topic, anything to prolong your time with him, to give him an excuse to be closer to you, to touch you in some way. You leave your interactions with him flustered, your skin still tingling from where he held your wrist to look at your bracelet or brushed his fingers across your own when exchanging mail. You feel silly for it, feeling like you're too old for all of this giddiness, this school girl sort of crush that's making you weak in the knees and tying your stomach in knots.

- Not long after you meet him, he asks if you'd want to get together, smiling at you charmingly, a touch of shyness on his face as he glances to the ground and then back up at you. You quickly agree, faltering only a little when he chuckles and tells you that "the only problem" is that his house is still a mess from moving. You invite him over to yours and he promises to bring over some wine/beer, telling you he'll "see you then" as the two of you part ways.

- When he comes over to your place, he brandishes the alcohol with a smile, complimenting your appearance as you invite him inside; his smile growing just a tad bit more as he steps over the threshold of your doorway. He looks around, makes a joke about having you help him decorate his own home and follows you happily as you lead him into your living room.

- As your date progresses, you start to think that Jerry is the closest thing to a perfect man that you've ever met. It's like he was handcrafted with the extent purpose of making you fall for him: every little thing he says or does making you like him even more. It's like you've known him for forever and yet it still feels new and exciting.

- When you're ready to call it a night, you're ecstatic to hear him say that he had a great time, that he wants to see you again soon and that next time, he'll invite you over to his place.

- He does so not long after, meeting you at your car one evening and asking if you know anything about painting. When you give him your answer, he invites you to help him decide on a color for his walls, taking you with him to the store once you get a tour of his home, making a date out of picking out the perfect shades. You end up back at his place when you're done, drinking together and watching reality television as you roll different colors across the blank drywall of his home.

- The two of you share your first kiss that same night after he points out that you have some paint on your cheek. He reaches out, smoothing your hair from your face and swiping the fleck of color from your skin with a gentle touch, his hand lingering on your cheek as he stares down at you with an affectionate gaze. Before you know it, you're both leaning in and sharing a short and sweet kiss, smiling at each other happily once the two of you pull apart.

- It all feels too good to be true.... And maybe it is, because not long after, you notice Charley; Jerry's next door neighbor, staring at the two of you when you meet up for another date. You take in the way that he's looking at Jerry and then the way that he's looking at you, at the way he hesitates like he wants to say something. You turn to Jerry and asks what's up with the boy, to which he merely chuckles, telling you that it's nothing while he throws an arm around your shoulders, leading you inside and casting a dark glance towards the boy before he closes his door.

- The next morning, Charley knocks on your door. He tells you that there's something wrong with Jerry and that you should stay away from him. You question him, wanting to know exactly what he thinks is wrong with your boyfriend, not knowing Charley to be the type of kid to make stuff up. He finally admits that he thinks your boyfriend is a vampire and you laugh a little, thinking he's joking.

- He doesn't laugh with you though, instead, he takes his phone out and swipes through photos: photos of scrolls, and antiques, and suspicious belongings. You grow even more confused, asking where he's taken all these pictures and why he's showing you all of this ...until you're shut up by the sight of a painting, a painting of ...you.

"What is this Charley?" You ask, chuckling somewhat incredulously, weirded out and confused.

"It's Jerry's, it's in his house. Just see for yourself, y/n. You'll find it there and you'll see that I'm telling you the truth. Just be careful, alright? He's dangerous." You're baffled by his words, baffled by the entire encounter. Your neighbor has broken into your boyfriends house and found an antique painting of you, or, at the very least, someone who looks identical to you.

- You want to put the whole thing out of your mind, but you cant. You have to find out the truth, so late in the evening, you go to knock on your boyfriends door. You hesitate on his front step: moving to knock then chickening out then moving to knock again. Finally, you decide to just leave, decide that you can't do it, but before you can walk off his front step, the door behind you opens and Jerry asks if you're alright.

- You assure him that you are, telling him that you just wanted to see him and apologizing for bothering him as he shakes his head and smiles, inviting you in as you swallow down your nervousness.

- You try to act normal but you doubt that you're doing a good job, sitting stiffly on his couch while he fetches you a beer. He presses the cool glass to your temple when he comes back, the icy feeling making you flinch, tearing you from your thoughts as he asks if you're alright again. You want to confess everything, to purge yourself of your newfound worries, but instead, you ask to use his restroom, feigning being overheated like he seemed to think that you were; probably from the flush of your cheeks and/or the light sheen of nervous sweat on your forehead.

- You head towards the room you recognized from the photos, remembering it well considering the fact that you picked out the color that's seen on the wall behind the painting. It was a bare bedroom back then but it must be furnished now: furnished with shelves and trinkets and antiques. And a painting of you, framed in aged wood and sealed in yellowing varnish, standing tall against the wall, staring back at you like a mirror, right down to the last freckle and eyelash. It was obviously painted centuries ago, and yet you can almost remember the moment, as though that were even logical or possible.

- You turn to leave, knowing you don't have much time to pretend you're in the bathroom splashing a bit of water on your face or neck in order to cool down. But when you turn, you see that Jerry is already standing in the doorway, watching you as you stand paralyzed in the middle of the room. He tells you that he was worried you would pass out, chuckling almost bitterly, devoid of any cheerfulness.

"What is this Jerry?" You ask confused. You're not upset, not scared or hurt or anything, just confused; baffled.

"It's a long story," He tells you. "Much longer than you think."

- When you finally go to leave, you're somewhat in shock, mind swimming with everything you've just found out. Jerry watches you closely as he walks you to the door, trying in vain to read your expression, to try and see what you think of everything; what you think of the truth. You pause on his front step, turning back around and looking at his face, at the almost imperceptible signs of worry. You gently pull him down by the back of his neck and press a kiss to his cheek, feeling him grip you in return, hold you against him for a moment as you tell him goodnight.

- When you begin walking home, you happen a glance at the Brewster's house, your eyes catching sight of Charley as he stands at his window and watches you. You look away just as quickly as you looked towards him, suddenly feeling guilty; like you've betrayed the boy in some terrible way.

- But you just can't help it. You can't help the fact that you love him....

- Due to his ...affliction, it isn't often that you and Jerry are seen out in public together, so while he's an incredibly affectionate boyfriend, pda just isn't very commonplace. When it does occur, however; depending on your personality, you might just wish that it hadn't.... Jerry is well aware that it isn't appropriate for him to practically fornicate with you on his front lawn, but he simply doesn't care. He enjoys showing off and he enjoys seeing peoples scandalized reactions; especially when they're people who are suspicious of him.

- On that same note: Jerry is definitely a bit of an exhibitionist so you're gonna have to be okay with people seeing you in various compromising positions. Sometimes you'll be aware of it, sometimes you won't, but if you really aren't comfortable with it, he'll try to keep it to a minimum.

- Jerry is oftentimes a great example of raw, animalistic want. He's a very touchy, very affectionate, and very dominant kind of person, so don't be surprised when he's constantly wanting to be close to you. He'll wrap himself around you continuously, kissing your skin and nuzzling into your flesh. The two of you come together and pull apart like magnets, like your bodies are naturally drawn to each other, needing to glide against one another in order to survive. He's admittedly a little obsessed with you, but it's certainly not unwelcome.

- Temple and hairline kisses. He also occasionally kisses you right at your pulse point; though you should definitely make sure that you can trust him before you just let him do it.

- I firmly believe that the way Jerry kisses in the film is not just done to rub his success in Charley’s face, but because he’s genuinely just that kind of guy. When he kisses, he aims to devour you whole: kissing you like you're the only thing that can ever truly satiate him. His kisses are dominating, deep and rough and bruising, and they're always just so ...hungry. He'll oftentimes have to pull away before you're finished with him because he has to try to control himself; his fanged teeth and darkened eyes on full display as he keeps his shred of distance with a lustful smile.

- Getting hickeys from him is a very dangerous game but Jerry is always glad to be on the receiving end; probably even more than the alternative. They typically fade quite quickly due to his healing factor, but he simply uses that as an excuse for you to give him more, lounging around open shirted in hopes that you'll pounce, or teasing you about how they're starting to fade, urging you to do something about it.

- He has a slight obsession with touching your ass but you generally allow it because he lets you touch his in return. Ass smacks are a sign of affection in your household, but they're also a very dangerous game. Your boyfriend can get a little feral sometimes and your voluptuous backside has become his favorite victim.

- Laying your head in his lap as he cards his fingers through your hair. Jerry kind of likes using you as a weighted blanket so it's also quite common for you to lay across his chest, relaxing against him as he absentmindedly traces patterns on your back.

- Definitely has a habit of toying with your hair: absentmindedly twirling strands of it, brushing it back from your face, smoothing it down, etc. He isn't even shy about it, making it blatantly obvious that he enjoys what he's doing and that he see's nothing wrong with it. But it's also so ingrained in him that he doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes.

- He calls you "bunny" a lot: "my little bunny" or "my little mouse". But he also calls you more common things like angel, baby, babe, princess, and/or honey.

- He likes pretending to be distracted by something, only to grab you and pull you down on top of him whenever you get too close. He likes the little rush of adrenaline that courses through you, feeling your heart beat wildly in your chest and/or smelling the ounce of fear that permeates the air whenever you react to the sudden "attack". It's like micro dosing a drug to him, and it's a fun way to get his hands on you.

- He finds your scent, in general, to be incredibly intoxicating. So, if you're ever wondering why he doesn't just change you right off the bat, it's probably because he doesn't want to lose your uniquely godly scent to plain old generic vampire musk. Be prepared for him to bury his face in your hair, your neck, or your clothes because it definitely happens fairly often. Depending on the day, it either relaxes or riles him up, so you might as well make a game out of guessing which one it'll be.

- You cannot be around him when you're on your period; regardless of how much he may claim otherwise. So much of his personality is animalistic and horny: if it isn't the blood that gets him going, it's the hormones, and when he says he's fine, he's lying. He's also unapologetic about being on demon hours so you can't even successfully shame him for it. Don't trust him to contain himself. Do trust him to furiously jerk it after he catches the scent of you.

- Going for night drives.

- Convenience store runs.

- Laying in the bed of his truck or sitting up on the tailgate and watching the stars. There's a lot of big deserts where the two of you live, and they're all nice and peaceful, providing a scenic atmosphere and a clear view of the unpolluted sky.

- Watching Desperate Housewives together. Jerry finds reality television to be particularly amusing: it's like modern society; particularly the parts of it that he's not able to interact with, all wrapped up in a chaotic and entertaining bow. To some extent, it's like a scientific study, but he's also just a messy bitch himself so it all appeals to him on a very deep and personal level.

- Not having many choices when thinking of date ideas because he's only able to go out at night or in indirect sunlight. You usually go to different movies, bars, carnivals, and occasionally the odd casino or club; if you're interested in that sort of thing.

- Showering/taking relaxing baths together.

- Loves when you wear his clothes.

- He literally smells so good and nothing can convince me otherwise. He talks about your scent, but his scent makes you feel like you're ovulating: out here fully ready to start mating whenever you get a hint of his cologne.

- Getting each other special and/or matching jewelry. He's literally never seen without his, and whenever the two of you are in a fight; or even breaking up, he checks to see if you're still wearing yours; thinking of it as proof that you're still at least somewhat in love with him. He's very smug about it.

- Unapologetically steals things from his victims and gives them to you. Thankfully for you, he typically spares you from the truth and tells you that he simply bought them.

- Always keeps your favorite things on hand and in stock. He survives off of beer and apples like 90% of the time, but his fridge and pantry are full of random goods, entirely because he knows that you like them. Rest assured that if you don't drink liquor, he's got at least one Snapple or water or whatever in his cooler or fridge at any given moment: and that he thinks it's cute that you're so "feminine"/innocent. He just likes looking after you without making a big deal out of it.

- Jerry; probably, literally stalked you before the two of you started dating so try not to question it when he reveals that he knows things that you've never told him before or guesses what you're going to say before you say it. He loves you enough to listen to you tell the same stories over and over again, but just know that he's already memorized every little detail of them; and that he's probably just focusing on how cute you look instead of exactly what you're saying.

- It doesn't matter if you're all dressed up and looking drop dead gorgeous, or if you're looking like you're about to drop dead: he thinks you're adorable at any given moment, and he wants you bad. He also thinks you're especially adorable whenever you're sick, but that's neither here nor there.

- He's constantly acting like your knight in shining armor, using his inhuman speed, strength, and reflexes to make up for any sort of clumsiness that you might display while being in his presence.

- Helping him with his little projects. You know, he always claims that he needs your help, but when he says that, he always just means that he wants you to sit and look pretty while he does all the work. Although that's honestly a win-win for you.

- Jerry has centuries of experience when it comes to learning the ins and outs of appliances, so you can rest assured that he can fix literally anything that you're capable of breaking. A lot of this experience comes from wanting to get the upper hand when catching "prey", but you don't have to know that: you just have to stop worrying about everything and reap the benefits of his labor.

- Making jokes about him being an old man or a cradle robber; considering the fact that he's like 400 years old. Expect him to either raise a brow at you, smirk, or make a downright sleazy comment. *cough, cough* daddy *cough, cough*.

- You can honestly get away with so much just because he likes you; even when the two of you are technically broken up. You'll literally be trying to kill him and he'll act as though you're simply being difficult, smiling at your petrified friends as he says something along the lines of "can't live with them, can't live without them". It's partially because he finds it hot that you're a worthy opponent and that you can occasionally manage to best him: thinking of it as a reason for why he loves you so much.

- You're a victim of the sassy man apocalypse. Jerry seemed like such a masculine sort of person when the two of you first started dating, so you really didn't expect him to be as unserious or as shady as he; occasionally, is. His personality can make him seem a lot less dangerous than he actually is: especially when he's mocking and teasing and making quips at people. It makes staying mad at him or serious in a situation pretty hard since he's actively just being ...kind of a little shit. He's a comedic genius, but when it's in the middle of you convincing him not to kill someone, you tend not to appreciate it.

"I repel you with Christ our lord."

"Do you? ...Really?"

- If you have pets, be prepared for them to absolutely despise him; so much so that the two of you probably have to hang out at his place almost all the time. They simply recognize that he's a dangerous creature and distrust him from the get go, growling or hissing at him before dashing away or trying to protect you. He occasionally mocks them when you're not around; playing into the legitimate rivalry that they have going on, but once he realizes how important it is to you for them to like him, he tries to bribe them into acting nicer towards him; which ends up partially working so yay.

- He can literally lift an entire car, so expect him to treat you like you weigh nothing, regardless of your actual size; especially when he's horny....

- Speaking of: he sometimes gets legitimately feral after feeding, so don't be surprised when he returns home or finds you somewhere in town and behaves as though he needs to jump you immediately; and passionately at that. One minute you'll be cooking dinner and the next, you'll be on the counter with a tongue down your throat. ...You're truly a victim.

- Sampling his blood from time to time; though it's a dangerous game: both because it's addictive and because Jerry goes feral for blood drunk you. It becomes really hard for him to control himself so it can easily lead to him actually turning you.

- Expect your boyfriend to ask for selfies whenever you text him that you're going somewhere or doing something. He gets legitimately grumpy over the fact that he can't take selfies with you. Like he lowkey sulks a little whenever he has to politely decline someone's offer to take photos of the two of you together, or when he overhears you telling your friends that he really doesn't like pictures. He just wants to take middle aged man pics with his PYT!!

- His entire phone is full of photos of you; so is his Facebook, and everyone thinks that it's absolutely adorable, calling you so lucky to have a boyfriend who loves you enough to only have photos of you on his wall. They might be a little confused, because you'd expect someone as attractive as Jerry to post himself, but they certainly don't tell you that.

- When Jerry picks you up from work; a fairly common occurrence, you always just assume that it's because he wants to be a good boyfriend and make sure you that get home safe. And while that may be the case, he also has some ulterior and self serving motives as well. Jerry; while a loving partner, is also still a monster, so when he comes to your place of employment and charms your coworkers, he's not only being friendly, but also trying to ensure that they trust him enough to let their guards down; which is especially handy when the two of you get into a fight. He also just likes flaunting your relationship and making people jealous so....

- Jerry loves you with every fiber of his being but he simply doesn't get jealous over you. A big part of it is the fact that he takes pride in having things that other people want; takes pride in winning, and he knows that none of them have even a fraction of what he does; that the two of you are made for each other. He's a very "I know she loves me" and "how could you ever think that she'd be interested in you?" kind of person.

- Regardless, he still enjoys rubbing his relationship in other people faces and passive aggressively bragging whenever he knows that someone is interested in you; or giving them a knowing look that tells them that he's well aware of their feelings for you and that he finds them very amusing. He's a smug bastard.

- It isn't often that Jerry worries about your safety, mainly because he's an immortal demon who's capable of doing terrible things in order to take care of you. But, occasionally, he'll find himself worrying about not being able to look out for you whenever you're out in the sun. To combat this, he makes sure to take care of all of your issues during the night; or makes you convert to his nocturnal schedule. You're looking at a man who can pick off half a town in a single night just because he wants to: rest assured that he's doing the utmost when faced with someone threatening your safety, comfort, or happiness in literally any way.

- Jerry always tries to stay calm whenever you're in an argument or a fight; he doesn't like losing his temper with you or making you feel hurt in any lasting way. So while he'll occasionally be a little rude or downplay your feelings, he's typically a pretty easy person to resolve an issue with. He lets you rant when you need to and listens to you be a little ridiculous at times; even if he might make a couple of incredulous faces, so you'll usually just tire yourself out to where you're ready to apologize or listen to him explain.

- Because he can occasionally downplay your feelings, you sometimes opt to give him the silent treatment, which he tolerates for a day or two before he's coming over and demanding to talk because you're "being ridiculous and you know it". He'll knock on your door and sigh, and while his apologies might occasionally sound a little insincere; very "alright, alright, I'm sorry, okay?", he usually genuinely means them; even if it's just because he doesn't like hurting your feelings or because he didn't mean for things to come out the way they did.

- He can occasionally be a little manipulative, but that's only because he really loves you and doesn't want you leaving him whenever he scares you with his vampirism or makes you question his character. He's a cold blooded killer so you'll occasionally have some differences of opinion and morality; which is when he turns on the charm and tries to sway you towards forgiving him or otherwise not breaking up with/leaving him.

- He usually tells you that he loves you in response to hearing you say it, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't genuinely mean it. He simply tends to prove his love instead of outwardly saying it; unless he wants to reassure you that he cares for you whenever you're feeling a certain type of way.

- Jerry definitely intends on turning you sometime fairly soon, wanting to spend the rest of eternity with you and guarantee your safety. It's up to you to decide whether you're interested in that. But if you really aren't, I'd suggest getting as far away from him as possible because he's definitely not against turning you "for the greater good". One day, you'll understand why he had to do it; even if it takes a little time....

[diminuel]

Out of curiosity would Uta join Dragodile family since I feel like she still kinda hurt about Shanks leaving her

Just a thought of Uta joining the ASL siblings.

I don't know how much people would be interested in adding her, but I'm not opposed (I know the bigger impulse is to pull in Buggy and see if that would lead to better outcomes for everyone involved *lol*)

There are different options for a Dragodile intervention to bring Uta into the ASL+ group.

Shanks finds Uta in a treasure chest and panics. He's just 20 years old, there's no way he can take care of a toddler. Fortune or a desperate snail phone call brings him into the path of Dragon and he hands the treasure chest baby over to Dragon, just how Roger handed the treasure chest baby (Shanks) over to Dragon. Depending on when Shanks found her, Dragon is a new father and has to show up at home with a sheepish look and a baby in tow. In that version though she would not be Shanks' daughter. (And she might not get the devil fruit? Because I'm not sure when she ate it.)

Shanks comes back to Windmill Village without Uta after the events in Elegia and Luffy reports back to his parents (who are probably both off island). One of them hears of it, comes to talk to Shanks to figure out what happened, decides that he's an utter buffoon and he can't be serious about abandoning the kid there considering the circumstances. Gets the child, solves the problem, Uta grows up with the others, dealing with her own issues but maybe not completely losing faith in Shanks.

Shanks comes to Windmill Village and never takes her to Elegia, instead leaves her there when he sails away because it's going to become too dangerous to keep a child on board. (She probably has no devil fruit because I don't know what to do with it *lol*) She's resentful and hurt and takes a while to warm up.

complete AU turn of events

In any case, I think considering what she does and what she wants, she might either end up in Baroque Works, helping Crocodile accomplish his Utopia or with Dragon? Though since Dragon already gets Sabo, maybe BW and then Cross Guild would be the better choice for her ;3 If she joins Cross Guild she would get to meet Buggy and maybe that'd be the only one of Croc's kids that Buggy would genuinely like! *lol* (Though there was this one bit - in the anime?? - where Ace spent time with Buggy.)

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please talk to me abt dinah & roy 🥺 i want all your thoughts (especially because i also do not enjoy her being called his mom, like im sorry but. no.)

Lol okay so the bait worked. Someone ask about Clark and Kon next! (That one will probably take me the weekend to write.)

I want to be clear here: Dinah and Roy's relationship is so important to me, and they love each other very deeply. When I say she isn't his mom, I don't mean that to downplay their importance to each other in any way. Dinah is one of the people Roy loves and trusts the most - like, top 5 in the world - and vice versa. It's just an oversimplification to call their dynamic maternal/filial, though that is part of their dynamic.

Anyway I have three primary arguments here. The first is based on...I'm gonna say 2.5 canon moments that DO exist.

Arsenal #1. Dinah shows up at Roy's apartment and they IMMEDIATELY start flirting.

I mean. That is not how mothers and sons interact outside of ancient Greek plays. They're joking about having sex! Come on!

On the very next page, Roy literally tells Dinah she's not his mom:

And sure, a lot of times an attitude of "You're not my real mom!" is used to reinforce the idea that yes, she absolutely is his real mom...but like, she was joking about his dick 30 seconds ago. So no.

There's also this body language, which again is very sexual:

And among the many nicknames she gives him in this issue is "cutie," which doesn't really read as paternal when you're talking to a fellow adult.

Now again, this is an absolutely wonderful issue that really dives deep into how close Roy and Dinah are and how much they love each other. But what it doesn't do is depict them as mother and son.

2. Birds of Prey #68. Dinah finds out that Helena slept with Roy and is (weirdly) upset, so Helena makes a crack about how it wasn't even that good ("Archers - they pull a mighty bow, but they're too quick to let fly, if you know what I...").

I have some problems with this scene - Babs and Dinah welcoming Helena to the team by slutshaming her is not a good look - but Babs's line in the second panel is really telling to me. "He's like a kid brother to her. Maybe almost like a son." Babs is Dinah's closest friend, and even she describes Dinah's relationship with Roy in these ambivalent, not-easily-categorized terms. Ollie is Roy's dad. But Dinah is Roy's...friend-sister-mother-colleague???

2.5. Secret Origins #50. This one is less clear-cut, but it's another of my favorite Dinah and Roy moments. Dinah gets a call in the middle of the night telling her that her mother is dying. Ollie calls Hal, who flies Ollie and Dinah across the country to the hospital, and then says "There's someone else I think should be here" and leaves. He comes back with Roy.

Now, Roy is an adult, and I'm not saying that adult children can't comfort their parents, which is why I listed it as 2.5 and not 3. But this scene has always struck me as very much an interaction between peers and not a son reaching up to a mother - especially since even Hal recognized that Roy would be a comfort to Dinah. (And hey, good job being emotionally intuitive for once in your life, Hal! It will never happen again.)

My second argument is canon moments that DON'T exist. Specifically, Roy and Dinah do not refer to each other as mother and son, and neither does anyone else, except in the two examples above which are denials of that relationship. Roy and Ollie refer to each other as father and son on a regular basis, but even though Roy and Dinah are close, they don't use those words. Because they don't apply.

And my final argument is age gap, or the lack thereof. I'm putting this at the end because I think it's the weakest argument due to comic book character ages being so inconsistent, but I do think it's worth noting that they are often much closer in age than you might assume.

Now, when Roy and Dinah first met in 1971, this was the original pre-Crisis Dinah Drake Lance, who had canonically been active during WWII. Even if we make her about as young as we can possibly get away with and say she was 18 when the war ended in 1945, that makes her 44 at the youngest in 1971, and probably a little older. If we figure Roy was about 17 during Snowbirds Don't Fly (it's hard to pin down his exact age; it's not stated in the comic, and Dick was in college by then but Wally wouldn't graduate high school until the 80s, so his peers aren't a good guide), Dinah would be 27 years older than him - definitely old enough to be his mother.

However, after the retcon that made Dinah her own mother (it's a thing) and she became Dinah Laurel Lance, I think we can safely halve her age. Which makes her more like 5 years older than Roy - not a gap that feels at all maternal.

Post-Crisis, Dinah was explicitly 19 when she became a founding member of the Justice League and first met Ollie, which makes her...maybe 7 years older than an approximately 12 years old brand-new-Speedy!Roy? Again, not a parental age gap.

I doubt anyone working at DC today could tell you at gunpoint how old either of these characters are now, but the point is, for much of continuity, Dinah and Roy are actually the same generation. That is not how parents work!

IN CONCLUSION: While there is occasionally a maternal element to Dinah's relationship with Roy, and while she is certainly the closest thing to a mother he has ever had (mother figures have been so absent in his life it was an actual plot point in an issue of Titans), she is not his mother, and neither of them view her that way. And diminishing their relationship to a simplistic mother-son dynamic in a simplistic nuclear family structure is dismissive of both the fascinating, complex, wonderful relationship they actually do have, and the nuances of the unique relationship dynamics that can exist within found families.

[menthol--crush]

Everyone in the HTTYD fandom knows that THW is bad.

This is how I would have written the third movie.

So, in the second movie, we end with Hiccup as chief and Toothless as the alpha. I am gonna start my changes here.

Hiccup does indeed become chief, but Toothless does not become the alpha. The 'alpha' is a concept made by the Bewilderbeast being able to control dragons, something that is apparently a thing with the super big dragons (like the Red Death). Toothless is a cool guy but he just doesn't have that capability.

Instead, it's implied at the end of HTTYD2 that the alpha thing ends once Toothless defeats the Bewilderbeast, and the dragons under its control are now free to go and live as they were meant to.

So. Opening on HTTYD3, Hiccup is chief but still struggling with his wanderlust. We see him dealing with the mundane every day issues of being chief; settling disputes, distributing food, keeping track of the sheep and other Berk exports. He is obviously frustrated and antsy, wishing he could just up and leave like he could before he was chief.

Gobber is advising him, Valka is doing her best to do so as well, and Astrid is trying to help him see why he can't just go off and explore. Hiccup feels like he's lost part of himself.

Meanwhile, Toothless is feeling the wanderlust as well. He's unable to fly without Hiccup; Astrid flies with him on occasion, but they never go very far and it's never long enough, since she has her own dragon and isn't keen to leave home behind due to Hiccup struggling.

The other riders are feeling a similar restlessness, though a bit less intense than Hiccup. They're young and the world seems so much bigger and easier to get to once you can fly on a dragon, but none of them are able to get away from their obligations at home.

There would be a very sweet scene similar to the one in THW where Hiccup and Astrid talk on the cliff; Hiccup is ready for marriage, but Astrid isn't quite as ready. They talk about how much there is to do in Berk, how stressful running the village is, and how much easier life was before all this responsibility.

Eventually, Berk gets word (via Eret) of some foreign boats approaching from the south. It's a fleet of five or so ships, they don't necessarily look like war ships, but they're so different from Viking ships that it's hard to tell.

Hiccup jumps on this as a reason to get back out; he gathers the riders and they go out to scope out the situation, putting Gobber and Eret in charge while they're gone.

While flying south, Hiccup feels alive for the first time since becoming chief. He and Toothless are doing loops and drives and other crazy tricks while the others struggle to stay on path as this behavior makes Hiccup hard to follow lol

Anyway, they fly for most of the day, eventually stopping on an island to let their dragons rest and figure out where they need to go.

There's dissent among the riders as Hiccup doesn't appear to be taking this scouting mission seriously, just using it as an excuse to get away from his responsibility since he clearly doesn't like being chief. Hiccup's leadership is called into question, and Hiccup of course defends himself, saying that he wasn't ready to be chief but wasn't given much of a choice.

Their in-fighting is interrupted when they hear loud, distant booms. Hiccup goes up on Toothless to check it out, with Astrid following after telling off the other riders.

In the distance to the south they can see smoke coming from the mainland, implied to be Scotland if Berk is in the Faroe Islands as many have theorized.

Putting their squabble aside, the riders head south.

They find the ships; they're clearly pirate ships, and they're clearly trapping dragons.

Being this far south gives us the opportunity to see new dragons; I'm envisioning one that looks like a griffin with colorful feathers, a big one that gives off cow vibes, and a small furry one.

Seeing this, the riders decide that they don't have the firepower to go up against the pirates right now. Hiccup has to be physically stopped from diving into battle; Astrid has to cut him and Toothless off, reminding Hiccup that he has to think of all the people in Berk that depend on him. It's not just about his own safety anymore.

They head back and formulate a plan; with what they hear from Eret, who has been tracking the pirates, and what they saw themselves, they figure that the pirates are heading towards Berk, that they've likely heard about Hiccup and Toothless taking down a Red Death and a Bewilderbeast. If they're capturing dragons, they'll find plenty in the archipelago.

Hiccup is torn. He wants to protect his village, he wants to protect his people, but he took what Astrid said to heart and knows he can't just run into battle on his own, or even just with the riders.

After some deliberation with Astrid, Gobber, Eret, Valka, and the elder residents of Berk, they all decide that it's been too long since these Vikings have been to war. They've gotten complacent, used to a pastoral life, and the word of impending threat has riled everyone up.

It's decided that Hiccup (with help from Gobber) will lead the Vikings into battle against the pirates. Hiccup addresses the village, tells them what's going on, and says that this will be the first time Vikings will go to battle on dragons. The people of Berk are fully roused by the speech, and they get ready to go to battle.

After getting kitted out with armor and weapons, Hiccup leads the Vikings out to meet the pirates.

Their assumption was right; it's been a few days, and the pirates are spotted heading toward Berk. The pirates spot them approaching, mistaking them for a large migration of wild dragons, and we see the captain direct her ships to target them.

We get a good look at the pirate captain; she's an adult woman, Mediterranean in appearance. I'll call her Niobe.

Battle ensues, and the pirates use captured dragons against the Berkians. Hiccup wasn't prepared for this; he doesn't want to harm the dragons, but they can't get through the captured dragons to get to the ships. At some point, Niobe identifies Hiccup as the leader, and recognizes his Night Fury, and orders him shot down and brought to her.

Seeing the attacks centralize on Hiccup, Astrid, the riders, Gobber, and Valka try to draw fire away from him but are unsuccessful. Hiccup sees what's happening, and knows that if he doesn't do something, someone is going to get killed trying to keep him from going down. So he allows himself and Toothless to get captured.

The Berkians fall back to the island the riders rested at earlier, panicked at Hiccup being captured, but Astrid rallies the troops. They'll go after Hiccup.

Meanwhile, Hiccup meets Niobe, who isn't evil for the sake of evil, but still a villain. She captures dragons to sell across Europe for their fireproof skin, their strong bones, for entertainment, etc. She admits that she thought Night Furies were extinct, she's never seen one in person before.

Hiccup tries to reason with her, offers her gold or whatever else to let all the dragons go. Niobe laughs at this; there's no amount of gold Hiccup could offer that would recoup their losses if they let every dragon go free. Hiccup is taken below deck, seperated from Toothless.

While below deck, Hiccup meets people captured from different places, all of them speaking different languages. He does his best to rally them and the crew for mutiny.

Toothless is frantic without Hiccup in his sight; the pirates debate just killing him now and making a decent profit from Night Fury leather, especially when they notice his tailfin. They underestimate Toothless, since they don't know much about Night Furies, and Toothless breaks out.

While this is going on, the Berkians head out for another attack.

The attack is successful, with Astrid leading it, and Hiccup gets loose and starts setting dragons free. Every freed dragon joins the fight on Berk's side.

Finally, Hiccup and Toothless reunite and are back up in the air. Niobe is furious. The battle eventually ends with all five pirate ships sinking, and a few survivors fleeing on dinghies to the mainland. Niobe is among them.

Hiccup stops the Berkians and the wild dragons from attacking them; instead of sinking them, he calls out for them to spread the word that those who come to these waters with the intent of capturing dragons or attacking Berk will be met with Berk's army, and they'll fail just like Niobe has.

Battle won, they go back to Berk. Hiccup appoints Astrid as his general, and they finally decide it's time to get married.

The battle has awoken the deep-seated need to discover new lands in their Viking blood, and the Berkians excitedly begin planning to head south again (since, historically, Vikings did make their way to Scotland and Ireland and even the North American continent).

Having so many dragons in one place is clearly a siren call to poachers like Niobe, so they still set their dragons free, but they don't go hide in a magic cave for thousands of years. They come and go as they please. Hiccup does end up giving Toothless the automatic tailfin, and it's still bittersweet, but dragons are still coming and going. They're just not full time residents.

Hiccup vows to his people that he will remain focused on Berk's wellbeing. He starts plans for longboats, to set out into the world.

There's still a time jump to adult Hiccup with his two kids, and they meet Toothless again, who brings his own Night Fury kids. Hiccup is overjoyed at the implication that there ARE other Night Furies, or at least a species close enough for Toothless to breed with. Berk is thriving, the Berkians are discovering new lands, and the dragons still come around but are not kept like pets.

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In this, I wanted to address the main issues I had with THW.

1. Hiccup not being much of a leader. He was solely obsessed with hoarding dragons, and didn't even think about how bringing hundreds of dragons to Berk would effect his people. This isn't at all in character for Hiccup; he does love dragons, but he wouldn't do something as stupid as stretch Berk's resources paper-thin to accommodate every dragon he's ever rescued.

2. Toothless. I don't know why they thought Toothless needed a romance storyline. I do like that he got to have a mate and have little Furies, but the 'dragon romance' felt really unnecessary to the plot. Like why did they do that.

3. Hiccup expands his view on the world with each film. In 1, he goes from following the expected path of being a dragon killer to sympathizing with dragons. In 2, he goes from being a reckless kid to being an adult. In THW, he didn't really grow as a person. He was clinging to Toothless, and to this suddenly very important magic cave story. Instead, I had him go from being hesitant to take on the responsibility of being chief to naturally falling into a leadership role in his own way.

4. Sending the dragons away. THW destroyed the message of the first two movies, that you should always stand up for what you believe, that there is ALWAYS a way to achieve your goals, that friendship will prevail. Instead, I had the dragons go free as the Vikings want to do Viking things like explore and discover and maybe a little conquering? 😅😁 The dragons are still around, but they live in their natural state as part of the ecosystem. THW went to the opposite side as the beginning of 1; they started out killing dragons, wanting to wipe them out. They ended in THW with sending them away. Both are bad.

5. I wanted more chiefly behavior from Hiccup. I wanted Astrid to be his second in command, not just his moral support. I wanted to see Hiccup falter a bit on being chief but find his footing by the end.

6. The theme of this as I've written it is Hiccup realizing his strengths, his leadership style, and becoming more confident as chief. He goes from relying almost entirely on Gobber and Valka in the beginning to trusting his own instincts. It completes his arc of coming of age and becoming an adult.

7. I don't know why they felt the need to get rid of dragons. Like I do get the idea of 'this could've been what happened! It could've been real!' But we know it's not. I don't see any reason to not have dragons stick around. I also see PLENTY of reasons why every dragon suddenly disappearing would be detrimental to the ecosystem, the food chain, and how it completely destroys the whole point of HTTYD1&2. They even had to invent an overpopulation problem to justify getting rid of them. Instead, I had them go back to being more or less wild, but still friendly to Berk.

[speedofsoundsketches]

Reflecting on the end of the Shadow manga plus further thoughts on the past year of Shadow glazing. Under the cut!

So, the manga pretty much ended like Id expect it would. Maria wasn’t actually Maria, but it was nice. I thought the imaginings of what could have been if she lived to see Earth again and Shadow giving her one final smile before fading forever was adorable. The status quo is back and he returns to his usual self.

This being said, it’s becoming a bit tiring the amount of focus on Maria or Shadow’s angst and partly why I sincerely hope that neither her or Gerald make another appearance after this point. Which I don’t foresee happening as this seemed like more an anomaly situation of Sega capitalizing on the reignited interest in Shadow thanks to the movie. Shadow Generations is to remind people of his story and who he is for newcomers.

What makes Shadow’s story and character so impactful was the topic of grief and how to move past it as well as his guilt towards the two most important people of his early life’s untimely fates. The loaded tragic irony of being created to save an innocent girl only to indirectly lead to her death by simply existing and this also becoming the catalyst for his Creator, Gerald’s descent to madness.

Shadow, Gerald and Commander acted as a trifecta of characters who loved Maria and were horribly impacted by her death to different reactions. The latter two reflect the paths Shadow could possibly take to build himself up after the fact and become either someone who will carry on the promise of a good future or succumb to hatred and seek revenge (including on himself). Commander to me always came off as someone who took that tragedy as an inspiration to routing out the corruption in GUN which got confirmed finally in Dark Beginnings. Both him and Shadow ultimately taking their sadness and turning it into something positive.

It’s a beautiful tale on how the life you lead, however brief, can leave a good influence on those who carry you in their hearts onwards. But this has very limited story left to tell. It’s been reconciled and would only be about beating a dead horse if it kept coming back. Shadow is not defined by his angst nor guided anymore by it. I was a bit peeved at how regressive he was in Generations at times though I sort of get why because it’s basically a truncated retelling of his entire character arc and emotional beats from the early games.

When Dark Beginnings inferred that “the only one who could talk him down was Maria”, that’s not only completely incorrect but also diminishes the whole point behind his story. Shadow doesn’t NEED someone to hold his hand all the time to tell him what’s right or wrong. He was confused and needing guidance in the beginning but has largely made his OWN source of conviction that is not dependent on anyone, and that includes Maria. It doesn’t mean her influence no longer matters but part of moving on is being able to find a purpose beyond what others define for you. When he threw his photo of Maria and Gerald away at the end of SHTH, it didn’t mean “adios suckas lol skill issue”, it’s him putting aside their wishes for him as he’s already fulfilled them. Going forward, he’s now living for himself, not ghosts of the past.

This is healthy development. And it’s why I mentioned before that Amy, Sonic AND Rouge had all successfully been able to talk him down (tho in Sonic’s case, Sonic literally had to wipe the floor with him first before he’d listen in Battle but thats kinda their dynamic lol). Shadow is a much more stable, rational character than people give credit. He can be talked to if he benefits from doing so and especially with Rouge, trusts you.

He’s not some rabid dog who only listens to one person. He has a heart already and he meets others who value him and can see that it’s there. Just as Maria told him would happen because she believed his goodness already existed within him. She hoped for him to live life and make friends which was achieved, given she called the main cast his friends!

I would’ve liked to see that be more noted in Generations in a way that doesn’t flatten what’s been achieved by now already. It felt like he had to regress over “le anger consumes me” and Maria gives him a pep talk then he’s ok again which…. Eh. Kinda felt it misrepresented his development by this point. But Maria needed something to do besides just stand around so I get it. (I do love them inducting the old Sonic Channel comic where Maria talks about why she named him. Nice deep cut reference)

So while it was fun to see people revisiting his storyline, one that’s still one of my favorites, I really hope they’ll come to appreciate the actual message behind it and how that reflects in the way he carries himself to modern stories. It’ll be unfortunate if this leads to fans asking for more regression for the sake of stewing in the angst. Let the guy be happy, smile and move on from his past! He earned it after everything lol

[samkerrworshipper]

playgirl | Leah Williamson x Reader

warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus, fluffy soft smut 18 + minors dni

lots of angst, smut, hurt, fluff it’s a mixed bag lol

lots of people who are wanting to see some sammy k smut so lmk if you want to see anything specific xoxo and enjoy my lovely’s!

It was no secret that Leah Williamson got her way around. No secret to her teammates, no secret to the soccer community, no secret to all of the women in North London, no secret to you. Somehow though, for some reason it had drawn her to you, you were teammates for fucks sakes, you being on loan from San Diego and her being a accommodating captain who had offered a spare room in her house to you, whilst you figured out your bearings and in what world were you in the place to say no. From day one you had been infatuated with the woman, something that Alex Morgan had warned you of, having gotten word from Tobin that Leah liked to have fun, sometimes too much fun. Your first impression of Leah was that she was lovely, accompanying the Arsenal team to pick you up from the airport and everything. Her eyes were what truly had you enamoured with her, the way that the greyish-blue pierced through anything that she looked at.

Once you’d gotten back to her house she’d showed you around, informed you that whilst she tried her hardest to cook she wasn’t very good at it, and that she went to a teammates house most nights to eat. You’d told her that cooking was no issue, that because of your italian heritage you’d grown up in the kitchen, learning your Nona’s tricks from when you could walk. Leah was elated by that news, insisting that once you’d settled in you’d have to cook for her and you’d smiled at her and agreed. Leah had been nothing but accommodating and for a little while you’d found doubt in Alex’s words, that was until a few weeks into your stay with Leah you went out on a Saturday night with the team. It had started tame, a dinner out together as team bonding, which had ended in Katie deciding on which night club for the team to hit and from then it had gotten rowdy.

The London girls were very clearly decorated partiers, you however weren’t. You hardly drank to begin with, so whilst your teammates were busy with getting wasted on their weekend off, you were not, leaving you to observe the actions of your new teammates. Leah lasted a total of fifteen minutes in the club, something that most of the girls didn’t seem to be surprised by. Fifteen minutes in she was pulling a girl from the bar out of the club with her, both of their hands roaming in places that were not acceptable for a public space. It hadn’t taken you long to realise that the night was going to end similarly for most of the girls you were with, either them picking up somebody or heading home with their partner. Alessia was hellbent on getting you drunk, something you were not a fan of, but her being one of the only girls not on the dance floor or throwing themselves all over someone meant that you’d quickly paired up, also being the newer pair to the crowd. Eventually, you got sick of Alessia’s persistent begging for you to take a shot with her, pawning her off to Katie and then calling an uber for yourself back to Leah’s apartment.

When you made it through the door of the house you were unsurprised to hear the sound of moans filling the noise barrier, coming from upstairs. Just from the sound of the illicit moans you figured out that whoever Leah had brought home with her, was very drunk and that she wouldn’t last very long. With that thought you went about my normal nighttime routine that you’d fallen into during your time in England, by the time you’d gotten through it and fallen into bed the incessant sound coming from the room next to yours seemed to have ceased.

You got up at your normal time the following morning, ignoring the small headache you had from the combination of the glass of whiskey you’d had at dinner the night before and the lack of sleep you’d gotten. Climbing down the stairs in your pyjamas and with a mess of curls that you couldn’t really be bothered with taming this early in the morning and making a beeline straight to the coffee machine. It was when you were about halfway through your first cup of coffee for the day and second slice of toast that you heard the ruckus from upstairs, that you’d patiently been waiting for. You kept your eyes on the papers that youd had been trying to read, yesterdays copy that Leah had gotten from the shops on her way home from training. As much as Leah had tried to interest you in her beloved news, you had no interest. You waited about another minute before you were rewarded with the sound of two sets of pattering feet coming down the staircase.

“Was I seriously such a bad lay you can’t remember my name?”

Ten seconds later you were blessed with the sight of the girl that Leah had brought home from the night before, making her way down the stairs, half dressed and trying to tug her dress that left hardly anything to the imagination and struggling to pull her shoes on whilst Leah tried to grab for her.

“Lina, fuck, Lila, I’m sorry, you were great.”

The girl stopped at the foot of the stairs, glaring up at Leah. It was like watching a sitcom, except this was real life and it was all unravelling horrifically in front of your eyes.

“My fucking name is Lisa, if you gave to shits you’d know that. Fucking athletes.”

The girl turned back around, batting away at Leah’s hands that were trying to grab for her wrists. The girl made it to the front door, bringing her middle finger up towards Leah and slamming the front door behind her.

Leah stayed paused in front of the door for a few seconds before muttering,

“Good morning and good fucking riddance.”

She trudged her way into the kitchen, walking straight to the kettle and starting it, one of the things you’d learnt about Leah whilst staying with her was that the woman was hardly functional without her morning coffee and you couldn’t expect her to get anything done without her having consumed her beloved caffeine.

“Is that how all of your one night stands end?”

There was cheek in your voice, something you weren’t apologetic for but a little bit scared of, this was uncharted territory for you and Leah. You had heard her have girls over, she kept it fairly quiet though, sneaking them in well after you were supposed to be asleep and sneaking them out in the middle of the night or waiting for you to go on your morning run before disposing of them.

“Not normally, no.”

Leah’s voice held a little bit of humour, but mainly shock, her body language still reflecting her complete disbelief over what had just happened.

“Who would have thought, the mighty Leah Williamson being humbled so early in the morning. Forgetting her name? That’s amateur shit.”

Leah looked up at you, her eyes hooded with disapproval of your words but also not outright denying your words.

“We were both so drunk, I’m not even certain she gave me her name. She was a good lay but god was she whiny, glad she’s gone.”

Leah finished preparing her coffee and sat down in the seat beside you at the kitchen table. Tugging the paper she knew you had no interest in reading over to her side of the table so she could actually read it.

“How do you know that she wasn’t just whiny because you were a shit lay.”

You didn’t even know where that cockiness had come from, you bit your lip as your far older, and scarier teammate looked up from her paper at you, a little bit of a smirk playing across her face.

“Trust me honey, I’m not the problem and half of London could confirm that.”

You rolled your eyes at Leah, taking another bite of your toast and watching her very quickly become infatuated with whatever she’d stumbled upon in the papers. You took a sip of your coffee before saying anything, letting her words sit in the room and mellow out.

“Doesn’t count if you are fucking them all when their drunk, intoxication increases the amount of endorphins your brain is producing Williamson, so science says that even if you are a good lay, half of what those girls are feeling is the alcohol.”

Leah didn’t look up from her paper, but smirked as soon as the words left your mouth, giving you enough of an indication that she’d heard your words. She finished her page, taking her time reading over the words whilst you sipped dutifully from your mug. When she finished her page she flipped over to the next one, but looked up at you, her head cocked just a little bit.

“Baby, trust me, alcohol or not I’m the best lay any of those girls have had, there’s a reason why my phone is always buzzing.”

It was something that you’d noticed in your weeks at Leah’s house, whether you were sitting on the couch watching a movie together or eating dinner, her phone was always vibrating and she was always staring down at it, typing furiously like a six year old and any time you tried to ask her about it she always brushed you off.

“Is that not just because you go for the straight ones though?”

Leah choked on the sip of her coffee that she’d taken during the brief break of time between her previous words and your rebuttal. She swallowed her coffee before letting out a chesty laugh, there was condescension in it though, something unknown hidden behind it.

“Straight or not they’re all screaming my name honey.”

Leah’s voice held so much confidence, it was entertaining. Listening to her talk herself up so much, you couldn’t help but try and take her down a peg or two.

“Yeah screaming your name on the way out the door when you forget their name.”

You finished your breakfast, standing up and taking your dishes to the sink and washing them off, not taking your eyes off of Leah for a second, even whilst you stacked your dishes in the dishwasher.

“Sweetheart, I’m telling you right now, that if you got lucky enough to have me, then you’d be screaming my name all the same.”

You rolled your eyes at Leah, staying composed in front of the woman.

“So cocky Williamson, the self obsession really must be getting to your head.”

You sat yourself on the kitchen counter, watching as Leah washed her own dishes and loaded them up next to yours before turning to look at you. Normally Leah had a significant height advantage over you, but with the height of the counter you were sitting on you were set face-to-face with her.

“It’s not cockiness sweetheart, it’s self awareness. I’m a good lay, I’ve been told it many times by many different women, sober and not sober. You don’t have to hide behind the jealousy, you wanna go don’t you? Can’t really blame ya, everyone wants a bite.”

You rolled your eyes effortlessly at Leah, trying your very hardest to obtain all of the composure you’d held. You shoved her playfully on the shoulder, more as a warning than anything, because if she stayed in your personal space bubble much longe4 then you weren’t sure if you’d be able to uphold your facade anymore.

“It’s cute that you think I’m into you, considering you don’t even know who or what I’m into.”

Leah smirked at you, licking her lips as she reentered your personal space bubble, practically confining you to your spot on the counter, her hands placed on either side of your body, gripping onto the counter and looking at you with a little sparkle in her eyes.

“Tobs told me that you dated Sonnett, so I know that you aren’t straight and she told me that you're single, so that ticks those boxes. You dated Sonny, which means you have a thing for attractive blondes with a personality, I think I tick those boxes.”

You rolled your lips between your teeth before biting down on the bottom one, mainly for show more than anything.

“Bold of you to assume that you have a personality and you're attractive. It’s cute that you think you’ve got a shot.”

Leah smirked, toying her tongue between her teeth and rolling it between her lips.

“Don’t I?”

You knew where this was going, and it wasn’t that you weren’t interested, because you definitely were. But you also knew Leah’s reputation. She didn’t do relationships, she was a casual sex person and there was nothing wrong with that, but you weren’t interested in that. You also knew she was riding on her own endorphin high now, a mixture of post sex haze and hangover that you couldn’t trust.

“Baby, I’m not interested in casual sex, something Tobin should have told you. I liked Sonny, but she was a casual sex girl and I’m not doing that again, so you can have your fun with your walk of shame girls and I’ll have my fun, okay?”

You were mocking her a little bit, giving her a fake pout that she was clearly offended by. You hoisted yourself off of the bench before she could say much more, bounding towards the stairs and running back to your room to throw on my training gear.

The topic wasn’t brought up for a few more weeks, you let Leah bring her girls into the house at whatever time she pleased and Leah did her best to ignore the yearning that had developed in her gut for you.

It was all fine, all going well until you’d managed to get yourself injured. You’d had a really good run, becoming a starter on the team and scoring a few goals in some important games. Until a Chelsea player had taken your ankles out from under you and done some ligament damage, it wasn’t anything major, a few weeks at most, but you’d been recommended to wear a boot for the first few weeks, just to make sure you weren’t putting any unnecessary pressure on your foot. You hadn’t minded to begin with, but in a very short amount of time you became very frustrated, with the boot, with not playing soccer, with being sidelined without a definitive time to when you’d be back. You very quickly went from being the bubbly, happy teammate to being someone that the girls had to walk on eggshells around. Everyone took notice of your sudden mood change, but it was clear none of them knew exactly how to tackle it, none of them knew you all that well considering you were new to the club, besides Leah.

She’d tried approaching you a few times, at training, in the rehab centre, at home. Yet every single time you’d shut her down with some kind of false sarcasm, a laugh and the insistence you were fine. She was getting sick of it, getting sick of having to watch you repetitively deny help from anyone. Your attitude towards yourself and other people was shit and she could tell it was really affecting you.

She’d just gotten back from training one night, you’d opted out considering that you had done your rehab in the morning, using the excuse that you wanted to talk to some of your US teammates on a organised skype call. When Leah had gotten home the house was silent, something that she’d come to find abnormal since you’d moved in. There was always some background noise, the sound of the tv, or your music filling the house. Yet, when she walked through the door, slinging her bag onto one of the hooks near the door, she heard absolutely nothing.

She tiptoed through into the kitchen, her eyes searching the communal space before locating you. You were sitting on the sofa, looking down at your laptop, completely and utterly absorbed by whatever you were looking at and either purposely ignoring Leah or too enraptured by whatever was on your scream to have noticed her.

“Y/n.”

Leah’s words were enough to break you from your daze and when you turned to look at her Leah recognised the red rims that were painted along your waterline and the semi dried tear tracks on your face.

“Sorry, fuck, I was supposed to sort out dinner, give me a second and I’ll get it started.”

You were reaching for your crutches almost immediately, time having slipped away from you in Leah’s absence, Leah’s words stopped you though.

“No, don’t worry about it, we’ll order in, just stay sitting.”

Leah smiled at you, walking over towards the couch and picking up your crutches from your hands and placing them down on the floor, before sitting down on the couch beside you. She left enough space that you weren’t physically touching but stayed close enough that you could feel her presence.

“Is everything alright, Y/n?”

It was uncharted territory between the two of you, Leah had seen you upset, she’d been the one who’d had to drive the two of you home after doing your ankle and it hadn’t been pretty. But you’d never allowed her in, never allowed her to see you emotionally vulnerable besides that, and even when you’d done your ankle you’d tried your hardest to keep your composure, until you were lying in your bed that night by yourself and you let it all out. Leah could hear your sobs from the other side of the wall, just as you could hear the sound of the moans of whatever woman she’d booty called that night to help her deal with the itch in her body that came every time she had to watch her team take the pitch without her.

“Alex called, San Diego is trading me, so when my loan is over I’m going straight to Angel City. They said that they weren’t prepared to deal with ankle problems, that it’s for the best and that when the official trade period comes I’ll be gone. Angel City is going to honour my loan, until the season ends and then I have to go back home but I won’t even be going back home.”

Leah did her best to remember the basic American geography she’d learnt in highschool, trying to map out the two points on a map.

“Angel City’s based in Los Angeles isn’t it? You won’t be that far away, it’ll be a two hour drive.”

Leah’s voice fell on deaf ears, you were too busy biting down on your lip to even think about what she was saying. Because yes, technically she was right, it wasn’t like you were being traded to the other side of the country, but you’d been playing for San Diego for the whole of your senior career, it was your home, and they were just pawning you off like any other player.

“Plus, aren’t Christen, Ali and Alyssa at Angel City?”

You could feel more tears stemming in your eyes, you looked up in an attempt to conceal them, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further in front of your captain.

“Leah, you don’t get it. How would you feel if Arsenal had traded you when you’d done your ACL? San Diego has had me since I was 16. If I am going home I don’t want to go home to anywhere but there, I don’t want to have to play anywhere other than San Diego, the wave is my home, Alex is my fucking home and they are just turning me away because I’ve had some ankle problems. So what’s the point in me even putting the effort into fucking doing this recovery if even when I do it I’m going home to nothing.”

You’d left Leah a little bit speechless. She thought about it, thought deeply about putting herself in your shoes, something she’d never really done and she got what you were saying.

“So don’t go home, stay here.”

Your eyes looked at Leah, filled with something she couldn’t even try to pin down.

“Because Arsenal is really interested in having to deal with bidding for me and taking my contract. They probably want me even less than fucking San Diego does right now.”

Leah was a little bit shocked by the amount of aggression behind your words, never having seen this side of you, it hurt her heart a little bit.

“Turn around.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at Leah’s random request.

“Excuse me?”

“Turn around, back facing my chest.”

It took you a few seconds to realise she was completely serious, and hell, what did you have to lose at this stage? You did as she’d asked and jolted slightly as her hands found their way to your shoulders, starting to very gently massage into the tense skin across your back. Leah was shocked to feel the sheer amount of tension that must have built up over the past few weeks across your shoulders, clearly you’d been pushing down your feelings for a little bit too long.

“Arsenal loves you, the whole team loves you, if you wanted to stay you’d be very welcome. Ankle injury or not, if the Wave valued you, they wouldn’t have traded you, so I know it sucks but if they really valued you as a player they would keep you, they clearly don’t and you deserve better than that.”

It was unnerving to you how good Leah’s hands felt, rubbing gently across your back, slowly diffusing the mounds of knots that had developed across the surface of your back and shoulders.

“Do they teach you how to massage in adultery school?”

It was a weak joke that had Leah snickering just a little bit.

“Y’know that I’m not the heartless playgirl that everyone paints me out to be. I like sex, sure. But that doesn’t mean I’m not a human with functioning feelings, I still care for people, I care for you.”

Her words made you feel a little bit guilty, because you had kind of pictured her that way in your head, the woman had a girl in her bed almost every night. You couldn’t help but hear the vulnerability and honesty in her words though and you wanted to believe her words, or you wanted her to explain her words to you.

“Your hands feel good, really good.”

You could feel Leah smirking from her spot behind you on the couch.

“They’re good for more than massages.”

Her words were murmured, meant for you, not that there was anyone else in the room to hear them. At her words you were turning yourself on the couch, so you were face to face with the blonde. She was staring back at you with hooded eyes and a faint smirk on her eyes. Maybe if you hadn't been so emotional you wouldn’t have felt your breath catch in your chest as you took her in. Maybe if she hadn't been smirking at you in the ‘I dare you’ way, you wouldn’t have leant in. Maybe if she’d never gotten the opportunity to put her hands on you in the first place she never would have gotten so greedy as to have them back on you. Maybe if none of it had happened you both wouldn’t have leant in to kiss, or maybe it still would have happened.

The kiss was sweet, soft and tender. Leah pulled me gently into her lap, pulling me up and over so you were straddling her hips, giving you a little bit of leverage in the kiss.

“We can’t turn back once we do this, are you sure you want to?”

Leah’s words were murmured against your lips, as she took a little break to get her point across.

“We’ll figure it out afterwards, I just need to feel something, I need to feel loved.”

Leah’s forehead nodded against your own.

“Hold on.”

You didn’t have enough time to comprehend her words before she was hoisting you both up off the couch and towards the stairs.

“Leah, your knee.”

You murmured the words into her neck as you approached the steps, you didn’t want her to put you down but you also didn’t want her to hurt herself.

“It’s fine, I’m back in a few weeks anyways, it’s back to normal now.”

You were surprised when, with much ease Leah managed to get the both of you up the stairs without much struggle, her beelining directly towards her room. She very quickly sat the two of you down on her bed, resuming the kiss you had both previously been occupied with. Her lips were soft, everything about how she was treating you was so uncharacteristically gentle for you and you loved it, loved how she was accommodating you.

“Lee.”

Your words had Leah’s eyes cracking open quickly, a little bit of fear painted across her clear blue eyes.

“Yes, sweet?”

Her voice was so kind, practically dripping with tenderness.

“Need you to touch me, please.”

Leah smiled against my lips.

“Mm, where do you need me?”

Normally, you probably would have felt self conscious having to admit something like that, but with Leah everything felt different, you just didn’t feel the normal insecurity that came from sex.

“Fuck, pussy, please.”

Leah smirked again against your lips.

“Because you asked so nicely.”

Leah’s hands travelled down to the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging down under your ass, and once you’d hoisted yourself up, down and your right foot with ease. The left one was a little bit harder, with the moon boot and just as she’d been about to undo the velcro to remove the boot completely you stopped her.

“Just leave it, please, I just need you.”

Leah was smirking wildly at request, forgetting your sweatpant leg and letting her hand trail back up to the edge of your panties, a black lace thong that was one of your favourites. Your arms find their way over Leah’s shoulders, tangling at the back of her neck as her lips attach to your neck in synchronised harmony with her fingers finally making contact with your heat. You moan shamelessly as Leah brushed your panties to the side and works her fingers in and out of your wetness, her thumb finding its way to your clit and one of her fingers making its way down to the source of your wetness.

“So wet baby, all for me?”

Leah’s words vibrated against the skin of your neck, a place that she had busied herself with littering little marks along, trying to figure out which spot got the most sinful noises to leave your mouth.

“Fuck, yes.”

Leah smirked a little bit more, absolutely drunk off of the feeling that she had you in her arms, not some random girl that she didn’t care about.

“Mm, you feel so good sweet, can I finger your precious hole, is that something you want?”

She was hiding the question of consent in her words, something that was a major requirement for Leah, she might have been a bit of a nymphomaniac but that didn’t mean she didn’t have rules for herself, one of them was to always ask for consent.

“Fuck, please Leah, please.”

Your moans and pleads were enough consent for Leah, allowing her to very gently work one of her fingers into your pussy, slowly working in each knuckle. You were desperate though, pushing yourself down against her finger, aching for more.

“Leah.”

The word was murmured out between moans as Leah found your pulse point and bit down on it, soothing the bite with her saliva and gentle licks.

“Yes, pretty girl?”

Leah had quickly realised that you liked praise, and whatever little nicknames that she could form off the top of her head.

“More, please, harder.”

Leah bit her lip at your words, it took every bit of self control she had not to cum right there on the spot.

“So desperate baby girl, you're doing so well for me aren’t you, I think I can give you some more.”

Leah, slid another one of her fingers into your hole, when she felt no resistance she started to very gently move her fingers in and out of you, searching for that certain spot and when she had located it, gently curling her fingers against it. The sounds that left your mouth were hellish enough for even the devil to find them sinful. Leah resonated in it, bathed in the sound of your pleasure as she continued her assault of your neck.

When she could feel you beginning to clench against her fingers she placed the pad of her thumb against your clit, pushing the hood of it back to give her full access to the sensitive nub.

“Le-Leah, fuck, fuck, I’m so close.”

Leah nodded into your neck, gently brushing her finger against your spot and pumping her fingers just a little bit harder into you, elated at the way your hips met her fingers on every single thrust, your juices dripping all over Leah’s sweatpants.

“Cum whenever you're ready sweetheart, go ahead.”

It didn’t take you long, a few more swipes from Leah’s finger against your clit before you were catapulting over the edge of pleasure. Leah felt you clench tightly around her fingers and when she did he gently laid your body down against her pillows, withdrawing her fingers but replacing them with her mouth, pressing her tongue gently to your hole and coaxing you through the shakes and spasms. When you finally did come down you tried pushing Leah’s head away, frightfully aware of how sensitive you had become, but Leah continued her ministrations.

“Lee, fuck.”

You could feel your body arching up against the sheets once again, your arousal already building up again as Leah very gently laid her tongue out against your pussy. She pushed her hand up to your mouth.

“Suck.”

You obeyed her, letting her push the two fingers into your mouth and being blessed with the taste of your own pleasure against your tongue. You sucked Leah’s fingers dry as she continued to suck and lick her way across your pussy, like she was a starved woman.

“One more pretty girl, give me one more.”

Her wish was your command. You relaxed against the pillows, allowing yourself to feel every single little detail of what she was doing. You were a goner as soon as she started to suck on your clit, it was over sensitive from the previous orgasm and it didn’t take you very long to build back up to the edge again.

“Leah, fuck, Leah.”

Leah seemed to understand what you were saying, without you saying it.

“Come pretty girl, I’m here, I’ve got you, I’m here, you're safe.”

Another suck to your clit and you were done. Leah very gently lapped up your juices whilst you came down shakily from your high. Once she’d lapped it all up she clawed her way up to you, meeting you in another soft kiss, her tongue invading your mouth and giving you another taste of yourself. She collapsed down on the pillows beside you, one of her arms coming to rest around your torso as she tugged her own sweatpants off, which were now soaked in your juices.

You were spent, splayed across her pillows and Leah was certain she’d never seen a more perfect sight.

When she got up to go and fetch some supplies you groaned.

“Don’t leave me.”

Leah smiled sadly at your response, it was clear that you had been feeling alone for a while now, and now that she knew it she wasn’t going to let you feel that way, ever again.

“I’m not leaving sweet, I’m just going to fetch a few things, I’ll be back in a minute, I promise.”

She finished her statement by pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline, before getting up from the bed and making her way down her stairs, as fast as she could whilst staying at a safe pace.

When she returned to her bedroom you were in the exact same position, orgasm drunk, splayed across her sheets. She’d managed to retrieve your crutches, two glasses of water, a granola bar and a warm face cloth. You groaned as she got you to sit up against the pillows, she didn’t want to disturb you but she also knew there were some things that had to do, just to make sure that you felt better.

“C’mon sweet girl, take some sips of the water for me.”

You rolled your eyes at Leah, her fussing over you was something you hadn’t expected. She has tasked herself with the job of undoing your boot, removing your sweatpants and replacing them with a pair of her sleep shorts.

“More than that, the whole glass, please, and the granola bar.”

You rolled your eyes at her, you’d very discreetly tried to put the glass back down on your bedside table after taking two measly sips but Leah didn’t seem to be having a bar of it.

“Who would’ve known Leah Williamson would be such a mother hen.”

Leah looked at you, completely dead pan.

“I take aftercare very seriously, if you don’t feel safe or well then I would want you to tell me, I know what we just did wasn’t exactly intense but sex should always feel good, and if it didn’t I’d want to know.”

There was so much care in Leah’s words, and even if she was only a few years older than you, you suddenly felt like the age gap was so much bigger than that.

“Leah, I feel safe and good, you were perfect.”

She nodded, seemingly happy with your answer and returning to her task. She was so gentle with your ankle when she finally did undo the velcro, gently lifting it up and the sweatpants off of it before strapping it back into the boot and gently lifting a pair of her shorts over your ass. It was perfect and nothing that you’d imagined with Leah, you’d imagined her being cocky and showy, everything about her. But in this moment she was so vulnerable, so tender and warm and it made you feel so guilty for ever thinking anything else of her.

After she’d watched you consume the water and granola she’d seemed to become a little bit more at ease, changing quickly into a pair of sleep shorts and taking off her hoodie, substituting it for just a sports bra, so she was matching with me. After she was done getting dressed she slipped into the sheets beside you, one of her arms finding its way around your bare torso immediately, the skin on skin contact sending shivers up your spine.

“You are so loved y/n/n, here or back at home, there are so many people around that would do anything for you.”

Leah’s words were murmured into your ear as she threaded her fingers into your hair, tugging lightly on the hairs at the nape of your neck.

“M’ sorry that you didn’t get anything in return.”

Leah shushed you as soon as the words left your mouth.

“Hush, I don’t need anything, knowing that you felt good is all I need.”

There was so much sincerity in her words that it made you crumble just a little bit.

“You're not a heartless playgirl bitch and I’m sorry if I ever made you think that I thought of you that way. You are fucking perfect and just as good as you had said.”

Leah laughed a little bit from her spot behind you, the warmth of her breath against your neck making the hairs along your body stand up.

“I’m not too bad, huh?”

You flipped over in the bed, so you were face to face with her.

“I don’t want to be one of your one night stands who’s name you forget.”

Leah rolled her eyes, but when she realised the genuinity behind your words her eyes softened.

“Good, because I don’t want that either, y/n Williamson sounds pretty good, if you ask me.”

You snorted effortlessly at her.

“Wow a proposal on night one, do you do that to all of your bedmates to charm them, Williamson?”

Leah smirked, pressing her lips to your own.

“No, I think you’d have to be the first, what did you say about endorphins again, they must be getting to my head or something.”

You leaned in to stop her stupid babbling, pressing your lips to hers to silence her.

“I’ll never forget your name and I’m never letting you feel alone again, I promise.”

You smiled against her lips, so tied up in the serenity you were feeling, the peace away from everything that was going on in your life.

“I could never feel alone when I’m with you Leah Williamson.”

[theblue6ook]

Shit Interview PT 6

Summary: Bruce was really doing all of this to humor Alfred, and then he’d tell him it didn’t work out… or at least that’s what he is trying to tell himself. [B (23) & Y/N (21)] [Eventual slow burn with Bruce]

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader

a/n: This is the last part of “Shit Interview,” BUT it is not the last part for these characters. Basically, we’re going to be doing different series with them until they get together so stay tuned. Their whole story can be found in my “Out of My League” series :) Also, this is unedited so hopefully, it's good for you guys lol the next week I'll be a little MIA.

Bruce didn’t expect Y/N to be so quiet after their first encounter, and while she did have spice and a frankly entertaining competitive attitude after their run-in earlier, she kept to herself. She seemed like a pretty dedicated worker. She was organized and thoughtful. He hadn’t realized, but he hadn’t even eaten breakfast this morning, so the coffee and sandwich were welcome. The flowers she placed in his office reminded him of his mother. It was always something she did when they would visit his father at work. Bring flowers and breakfast. He wondered if she had done her research on him. 

He cleared his throught, “Can I ask why there are flowers in the office?” 

“I thought they were pretty,” Y/N responded from the other room. “Why do you not like them?”

“No, they’re nice,” he responded, admiring them. 

He heard some shifting and she appeared in his doorway not too long after with a few papers. “A friend of mine owns a flower shop. Dorthie’s. He’s pretty decent friends with Alfred actually.”

She laid the papers on his desk. It was his schedule for the next week, he wasn’t even sure he’d be back next week. After a few heated discussions with Alfred, he decided this would be a trial period. Not that Y/N needed to know, he’d had enough arguing with her to last a life time. By the end of this he can tell Alfred it didn’t work out and that will be the end of it. No more assistants. 

Y/N was having similar concerns about him not returning and though she cleared her end of the bargain with Alfred… she hoped he’d be back. She liked her job and no boss means no assistant. “You can let me know if there’s anything that doesn’t work for you on there. If you can’t come to something or you’re going to be late, or planning to, in your case, just let me know. I can swap things around.”

He looked pailer than the last time she saw him so she moved across the room and grabbed the pitcher she filled with water earlier, pouring him a glass. Her mind wandering, she looked over at him in thought. 

“Something on your mind,” Bruce asked without looking up.

“Can I ask you something?” She walked around the desk and placed the glass in front of him.

“Hm,” he said going through the documents.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” She leaned on the edge of his desk. What she really wanted was to catch a vibe. Who was her boss? Why was he the epitome of a human disaster? The press says he’s partying but he doesn’t even seem like he leaves his house. She was hoping to get his attention, but his eyes stayed on the pages in front, focused. I know what will get his attention. “They say you’re a billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and I can get the billionaire part, but you haven’t really done much philanthropy recently.”

He scoffed, eyes still focused on the words in front of him, “I would argue Wayne Enterprises-”

“Obviously I’m not talking about your company I’m talking about you,” she strained. No dice, moving onto the next question. “Plus, have you even ever been on Playboy?”

That got his attention and he looked up at her with an amused smile, “Why? You going to go look up the issue?”

“I’m just trying to get a good judge of your character,” she admitted. “There are so many rumors about you, but they don’t even seem like they make sense. Unless you’re hiding like thirteen models in your mansion, I think you value your privacy more than you let on.”

That hit something. She could tell. He sat and looked at her quizically. 

“Speaking of privacy,” he smirked, mask back on, “thank you Y/N that will be all.”

She sat, a little stupid and embarrassed out at her desk. What was I thinking doing that? And on the first day. She really didn’t want to scare him off and her job literally depended on it. As much as she liked to say Alfred hired her, Bruce can do anything about it in all actuality, one word and he could have her ass on the sidewalk. Aside from the uncomfortable ending to that conversation, she still sat working, typing up the meeting notes and preparing a mass-email when Mr.Wayne stepped into the doorway, papers in hand. They looked different from the stack of papers she gave him though.

“Did you need something, Mr.Wayne,” she spoke without looking up from her email, giving him the same treatment he gave her.

“So, you were apart of the Martha Wayne foundation at Gotham Academy,” he smirked moving the papers into his right hand. Now that was a way to get someones attention. She looked up from her keyboard eyeing him and then the papers.

“Are you reading up on me?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to get a good judge of your character,” he repeated back to her.

Alright, I’ll bite, she thought. “Yes I was once apart of the infamous Martha Wayne Foundation.” She continued typing on her computer, trying to seem bored. 

“That’s for the best and brightest.”

“Mhm,” she replied.

“And now you’re my assistant.”

“Unfortuately.”

“Ha,” he snickered, “so how does the best and brightest become an assistant?”

You get cornered in a flower shop by two old men who can’t mind their own business, she thought. “Well if you must know my expertise was in engineering which I have geared away from.”

“Any particular reason why.”

“I’m not interested in it anymore,” she answered shortly.

“Hm,” he responded and then continued down his papers, “your record is clean so that’s good.” 

“Yep.”

“But Commisioner Gordan is listed as a contact for emergencies. You know him well?” 

“I didn’t realize you were a billionaire, playboy, philiantropist, and detective. You should add that to your list of qualities.” she finally stopped typing and looked up at him. “Don’t you have work to do I thought you were eager to leave at 3pm?”

He smiled, “I already finished reviewing the projects you sent me. I signed off on a few of them and have notes for the rest.” He handed them off to her.

“That was fast,” Y/N muttered taking them from him.

Shrugging on his coat, he went to head towards the door before abruptly turning around and looking at her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Same time.”

He stepped out of the office, a slight spring in his step as she dropped the papers she was once holding. “Holy shit. I did it.”

-

Bruce stepped into the pick up zone dedicated for him and Alfred. Popping into the back seat, he looked at his watch 3:05 pm, right on time to work on his case. 

“How was your first day of work, Master Bruce,” Alfred smiled to himself.

“Please don’t mock me, Alfred,” Bruce smiled at him. “I need to be back here tomorrow same time.”

Alfred snickered and sat smiling as he pulled away from Wayne Enterprises.

“Alfred,” Bruce looked up at him. “Is there something amusing?”

“I told you she’d be good for you.”

“Stop it.”

“She’s quite a motivating individual don’t you think.” Bruce paused for a moment.

“She’s smart too,” Bruce thought back to Y/N’s slight psychological evaluation of him. “Did you know she was apart of the Martha Wayne foundation?”

“Well I did interview her Master Bruce.”

“Hm,” he hummed, “I hope she’s not too smart.”

“Excuse me sir?”

“Having someone intelligent work so closely with my schedule could mean trouble.”

“Don’t be dramatic it’s not like she’s following you around during your nightly escapades besides I think she’s good for you. You need someone to get you out of the house.”

“That’s what I have you for Alfred.”

“And that would be fine if you listened to a bloody thing I say,” he muttered.

“I heard that.”

@pank0w @moejoeflow @padsfirewhisky

[zero-257]

A lil more fleshing out of the components for those who asked 🫶

A lot of the time I associate the word “new” with experimental and as a result (kinda compounded by the fact the guy literally blows up at the end of the workshop 😭) I see 83 Electra as a kind of experiment into electric fuelling. At his inception there are literally no other trains like him so after a while that starts to grate on him.

He has a vague understanding of other trains, as well as the fact that he was created by someone. So he starts attempting to essentially replicate himself with any material he can salvage from scrap yards and wherever else. As well as this, he uses his own power in order to keep them alive, so with each component he creates the more zombie-like he becomes.

Krupp- His first component, with evidentially the most to work with. A lot of Krupp was made with leftover paint and parts from Electra’s own creation. He had a lot of passion going into making Krupp, basically determined to make the “perfect” companion. Though when he brought Krupp to “life” and realised he isn’t really alive but just carrying out what Electra tells him to or mimicking him, he becomes frustrated and starts to take less interest in him.

Volta- She was Electra’s attempt to remedy where he went wrong with Krupp. However she has essentially the same problems as him, she is not really “alive” neither does she understand or care why Electra is irritated with her. But, she has a key role in keeping Electra stable (again going back to him exploding lol). As the “freezer truck” she is interconnected with Electra’s cooling system which alerts her if he is overheating/unstable. (Credit to dissl3xia for the idea) As he starts to give more of himself to create more components this instability worsens.

Purse- By component number three Electra is starting to become genuinely aggravated. Purse isn’t made with the same passion he had for the previous two and it leaves him without much of a purpose. He is Electra first real “experiment” and is really built with whatever parts he can possibly scavenge. Purse is also where the components start to look less “human” and take a turn towards just a vague human shape.

Wrench- Unlike Purse, Wrench was built with a legitimate purpose in mind. As Electra loses more and more power he requires more than just Volta to keep him from imploding. Wrench is an amalgamation of anything he was able to salvage, she only has to do her job and not much else. He has basically given up on creating the components with emotions or any personality by this point.

Joule- She is the product of two scrapped trucks Electra happened across. For the dynamite truck her bottom half was completely unsalvageable, and the animal truck was ruined from the waist up. She renewed hope in Electra, thinking that reanimating a truck who was previously alive would fix the issue of the components only following programming. This was not the case, and although there are some moments where Joule seems “aware” they are few and far between.

Killerwatt- The final component. Electra is drained to the point of appearing in his mostly zombie-like state, this has somewhat subdued his personality and has brought him back to feeling lonely. He created Killerwatt from literally anything with very little of it being train parts. He often talks to him in a friendly manner he never uses for the other components although he cannot respond. Killerwatt is essentially a statue, a work of art that Electra has poured a lot of time and energy into and in some ways he represents what Electra wanted all along - a friend.

Half of this makes about zero sense but these trains occupy about 99% of my brain at all times and this has come of it.

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I honestly haven't fully figured it out yet and I don't know what I might come up with going forward, but for now I thought it would be really funny if she was a pjo!verse mortal because

You know all those times Percy became a world famous terrorist? Yes. MC has heard about them and even though Percy was innocent in the end the mist makes the story so vague and disjointed in an attempt to cover up the mythological stuff. Because of this, she is much more worried about Percy in the beginning and sees her as a ticking time bomb, constantly recalling all the times there has been a new explosion involving Percilla Jackson on the news. Оf course, in the end it will be clear that Percy is not the danger that should be worried about, even the complete opposite. But I'm going to try to stretch this subplot as much as possible because the MISUNDERSTANDING LMFAO.

We can get a different perspective on the events that happened in pjo (like the Battle of Manhattan) through the eyes of ordinary people and how it inpacted their lives.

Regarding the crumbling soul issue, I want to explore the difference between Percilla, who learns from a young age what curses and problems it means to be a god, and MC, who is only aware of an idealized perfect version of immortality. It will take her a while before she realizes their true nature, but will it be too late and she will already be one of them? 😏

Also this story will be my way of trying to find the answer to why the Bisford dragged them there lmaoo. (I probably won't contrive anything, but the important thing is to try 😂)

I think the fear and awe she has of Percy in the beginning while thinking of her as a terrorist 😭 will appease the yans enough to see her for what she is which is just an annoying pet who will die in a few decades (which is like a few months to them lol) and until then they'll just put up with her and keep her alive because if that's what Percy wants..well who are they to say no?

Poor Percy in the beginning when she just wants to be her friend and will wonder why MC can't just trust her when she's doing everything she can to help her survive. Eventually they'll figure things out and laugh later, but until then the only ones laughing are us watching the ridiculous situations they get into 😂😂

(and the idea of ​​ariel saving her from drowning is so good omg. if it's ok can i use it somewhere in the story?🥺❤️ )

hold the fuck up THAT'S GENIUS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

MC THINKING PERCY'S A TERRORIST????? hold on this totally reminds me of this super long-winded tumblr post someone made a long time ago about mortals recognizing percy because of his "crimes" and then doing some internet-sleuthing and discovering other sus kids like annabeth, nico, leo, jason and thalia, hazel, etc. 😭😭😭

i truly hope you manage to find a way to stretch out that subplot cuz that's hilarious 😭😭😭 mc being afraid of PERCY when she's actually the most decent person in that entire universe afajshfvahf 💀💀💀 and poor percy just being like "why human no like me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺" throughout it all like a sad puppy 😂

AND A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE ABOUT THE PJO EVENTS???? mc was there to experience some of that chaos!? now you got me curious how old mc is. was she around the same age as percy??? how old would she be in the story now that some time has passed? or are you gonna put a time difference between the two universes (like hundreds of years have passed in ror verse, but back in pjo, percy's only been missing for like 5?). ooooh, is this set after hoo? what's the state of the pjo verse without percy there to stop gaea??? i'm so curious lol, dw you don't have to answer these

I ALSO LOVE THE DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVES OF IMMORTALITY/GODHOOD. it is very normal for people to like the thought of immortality/godhood because they have a rose tinted view of it. ppl don't immediately think of the downsides like "omg i'm gonna leave my family behind forever, i can't get attached to other mortals cuz they'll die while i live on, can i really handle all of this???" cuz the whole "be beautiful looking and perfect forever, have unlimited power, control the universe!!!!!" part of godhood would sound sooooo good to ppl.

it reminds me of twilight tbh LMAO. like how bella loved the thought of becoming a vampire, so she could be beautiful, live forever, and be with edward whereas rosalie had a more realistic view of it because she knew the downsides. mc would be like bella and percy would be like rosalie in a way lol (which actually kinda fits cuz the immortality was forced onto both of them. rosalie was also turned to be a potential mate for edward, similarly how percy was turned due to the obsessions of her 7 yan hubbies 💀). ngl, i'm hyped for the misunderstanding trope cuz that's hilarious, but i'm looking forward to this part of the most!

AND YES YOU MAY USE THE "ariel saving mc from drowning" IDEA!!! 💖💖