#about something none of you follow me for

[wayneskluv]

Wonder Woman's daughter x Bat-fam - Chapter one

summary: Your mom—Wonder Woman—just dropped you off at Wayne Manor like a kid because she apparently couldn’t find a “suitable babysitter.” Never mind that you’re a fully grown adult and more than capable of taking care of yourself. Now you’re stuck in a mansion full of brooding vigilantes, chaotic adopted siblings, and a butler who’s already silently judging your life choices.

You survived battles, monsters, and Olympian family drama—but can you survive living with the Batfamily?

word count: around 1.6k before i made final touches on tumblr editor

pairing/s: platonic!alfred x reader, platonic!damian x reader (he's a child in this fic!) and then maybe romantically dick x reader or jason x reader perhaps even tim. probably not bruce x reader. if anyone has any preferences, do let me know!

warnings: basically none at the moment. haven't pre-read. no beta, we die like jason todd. damian being a bit of a demon brat. demigod!user.

a/n: all images edited by me! if there’s an artist i haven’t credited, please let me know! i usually get my images from pinterest, and the credit is.. not great. if i’ve written something twice or misspelled something please PLEASE don’t hesitate to tell me. i very much appreciate it. but please be kind! i promise the next parts will be longer, this is sort of an intro into it. even if they aren’t longer, i’ll write a few.

# ── chapter one's POLAROID design - DAMIAN’S:

WAYNE MANOR is.. a lot.

It’s not just the size—though the sheer magnitude of the place is ridiculous—it’s the atmosphere. There’s a certain weight to the air, something woven between the old wood and polished marble, between the paintings of long-dead Waynes and the ever-present shadows stretching down the halls. It’s a house of ghosts, of past lives and quiet grief, but also of something more. Something alive.

You follow Alfred through the halls, the weight of multiple sets of eyes trailing behind you.

“So,” Dick says, effortlessly slipping into step beside you, “how long are you crashing with us?”

“Not sure,” you admit. ��Mom was vague. Something about a ‘diplomatic mission’ and ‘needing someone to keep an eye on me.’”

Jason makes a noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “You’re a grown adult. You need a babysitter?”

“Right?!” You throw up a hand. “I told her that. But apparently, my ‘tendency to attract trouble’ means I need supervision.”

Tim, still lounging on the couch with his coffee, raises an eyebrow. “You’re in good company, then.”

“I fail to see why we should be responsible for you,” Damian mutters, arms still crossed. “You’re more than capable of defending yourself. Do you require assistance dressing yourself as well?”

You smirk. “No, but thanks for the concern.” How old was this kid?

Damian bristles. Jason outright laughs.

Bruce, who had been silent up until now, finally speaks. “You’re here. You’ll train, patrol, and follow house rules. No exceptions.”

Ah. There it is. The Batman speech.

You tilt your head. “Define ‘rules.’”

Jason grins.

Bruce ignores him. “No reckless fights, no engaging Gotham’s rogues without backup, and no breaking my city.”

You cross your arms. “Define ‘breaking.’”

Tim groans into his coffee.

Dick pats your shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

You look around at your newly acquired dysfunctional family and resist the urge to sigh.

Mom really did just dump you here like a stray dog, huh?

—

You’re led to your new room—temporary room, you remind yourself—as Alfred sweeps open the door with his usual poised efficiency.

The space is huge. Bigger than necessary. A four-poster bed, heavy oak furniture, a massive window overlooking the eternal Gotham gloom. Everything is dark wood, old money, and class. The whole place smells faintly of leather-bound books and expensive cologne. It’s… nice. In a cold, excessively rich, mildly haunted sort of way.

Alfred clears his throat. “I took the liberty of preparing the room to your specifications. If anything is unsuitable, do let me know.”

Your specifications. Right. You’d told your mom you didn’t need anything, but she must have sent a list anyway, because there’s ambrosia nectar in a crystal decanter on the desk, a thick training mat rolled up in the corner, and a wardrobe that probably contains battle-appropriate outfits tailored to your measurements.

She really did just drop you off and send instructions like you’re a dog.

“Thanks, Alfred,” you say, running a hand over the desk. Solid mahogany. You could probably suplex a god onto it, and it would hold.

He nods approvingly. “Dinner is at seven. I trust you will have no issue finding the dining hall?”

You smirk. “I don’t know. This place is a maze. You sure I won’t end up lost and starving in the east wing?”

He doesn’t blink. “Then I shall inform Master Wayne that a search party may be required.”

Alfred departs, leaving you to take in the ridiculousness of your situation. You sit on the bed—comfortably firm, definitely high-thread-count sheets—and drop onto your back, staring at the ceiling.

Your mother owes you so much for this.

—

You spend the next couple of hours getting familiar with your prison.

It’s quiet for a while. Peaceful.

Then the knocking starts.

“Hey, Newbie.”

The door opens before you can answer. Dick. Of course it’s Dick.

He leans in, all easy grins and big brother energy. “Figured I’d check in. You settled?”

“As settled as I’ll ever be,” you say, sitting up.

Dick saunters in like he owns the place (which, okay, technically he used to). He glances around, nodding at the Amazonian touches. “Mom went all out, huh?”

“She thinks Gotham is held together with duct tape. She’s probably right.”

“Oh, definitely right.”

Before you can ask what he actually wants, another figure appears in the doorway.

Jason.

He crosses his arms, giving you a slow once-over. “So. You’re an Amazon.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Dick chokes on a laugh. Jason grins.

—

The next few hours are a crash course in Batfamily survival.

Tim appears just long enough to tell you that “if you touch my coffee, I will kill you” before vanishing into the night like a cryptid.

Damian tests your reflexes by casually throwing a knife at you in the hallway. You catch it without looking. He says nothing. Just nods and walks away.

Jason decides to test your strength. By handing you a gun. You crush it in your bare hand. “…Well, okay then.”

Dick drags you into the living room for an impromptu movie night. Apparently, it’s a tradition. Jason spends half the movie making snarky Amazon jokes. Damian complains about historical inaccuracies.

By the time dinner rolls around, you’re half-convinced you’ve walked into a madhouse.

Alfred serves a massive feast (courtesy of your inhuman dietary needs). You sit at the table, surrounded by Gotham’s weirdest vigilantes, eating like an Amazon in the middle of a completely normal family meal.

It’s bizarre. It’s horrifying.

It’s… weirdly nice.

Bruce, sitting at the head of the table, barely says anything. He’s watching you, but it’s not that usual piercing Batman stare—it’s more like a curiosity. Maybe he’s wondering what kind of trouble you’ll stir up. Maybe he just doesn’t know what to make of you. You’ve barely had a real conversation with him, just him dropping you here with all the grace of a father figuring out how to deal with his kids’ newest problem. But then again, Bruce Wayne isn’t exactly father of the year.

Dick’s usual charm is in full swing as he tries to make small talk. “So, you’re a demigod, huh? You’re gonna have to teach me some moves sometime. You know, to keep up with all the crazy stuff we have to do around here.” His smile is big, open—like he’s trying to make you feel at home, but you can tell there’s a nervous energy under it. He keeps glancing at you, like he’s trying to figure out how to approach someone who could probably snap him like a twig. You almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

Jason, sitting next to you, shovels food in with no care for finesse. “So, you’re Wonder Woman’s kid. That explains the whole glowing warrior princess thing you’ve got going on. What do you actually do with all that godly power? Sit on mountaintops and brood or do you, like, break people’s faces for a living?” His voice is laced with amusement, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes. He’s testing you.

“You’d be surprised,” you say coolly, setting your fork down. “I’ve had a bit of experience with face-breaking.”

Jason laughs. “Good, because Gotham needs a lot of that.”

Damian, who had been silently poking at his food, suddenly looks up from his plate. His eyes narrow with some strange mix of suspicion and mild interest. “You will be trained, I assume?” he asks, not bothering to hide the condescension in his voice. “Or do you believe that your divine abilities will suffice?”

You almost choke on your drink. “Oh, I’m definitely trained, kid. What, you think just because I’m half-god I don’t need to learn how to fight like a human?”

Damian’s lips curl up into something that might be a sneer, but it’s more like the equivalent of a raised eyebrow from someone who’s always trying to one-up everyone. “I suppose that’s a good attitude, for now.”

You raise an eyebrow back, feeling the tension between you two starting to spark. “Keep thinking that.”

Tim, who’s been glaring into his phone the whole time, suddenly looks up. His expression is the usual deadpan, but you catch a flicker of curiosity. “You know,” he says, tapping on his screen, “if you really want to get the most out of this place, you’ll have to figure out which of us is your mentor. Bruce is… well, Bruce, so don’t expect much from him. But if you’re looking for a solid training regiment, maybe ask Dick or Jason. Just—don’t get too attached to the idea of normal training. This is Gotham, and we all have our… quirks.” He’s about to say more when Bruce interrupts with a sharp look.

“That’s enough, Tim,” Bruce says softly, but with authority. The room falls silent for a moment. Tim’s eyes flicker up at Bruce, then down at his phone. No more words from him.

It’s… strange. You’re used to the chaos, but this feels like a whole other level of dysfunction. They bicker like siblings, but there’s this undercurrent of something deeper—loyalty maybe? You can tell that whatever happens between these people, they’re bound by something stronger than just the weight of their shared lives.

You take a breath and cut in, trying to ease the tension. “Look, I’m just here for the short-term. All I need is a place to crash and a bit of guidance while Mom does whatever it is she’s doing.”

“Short-term?” Damian asks, raising a brow. “How short is short-term?”

You glance over at him, the corners of your mouth tugging into a smirk. “Not long enough for you to start calling me ‘sis,’ if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He glares at you. “We shall see.”

The dinner continues, awkwardly at first but slowly finding its rhythm. There’s a comfortable noise in the air now—the kind that only happens when people are used to each other’s company. And while you’re still very much the outsider in this strange little family, for the first time since you arrived, the weight of the world outside feels just a little bit lighter.

@hjgdhghoe @linnygirl09

[dottowos]

hoc non est experimentum!

synopsis: Dottore’s segments are tired of waiting to take you for themselves and have decided to finally take matters into their own hands (with some reluctant sharing).

includes: four dottore segments w/ fem! reader

notes: You get railed by four of Dottore’s segments at once, that’s it, that’s the fic. Established relationship, they fight over you a bit, reader uses they/them pronouns, gangbang (Sigma, Beta, Alpha, Delta - see segments guide), oral (reader giving), handjob, titfuck, vaginal sex, one (1) gentle pussy slap, rough and soft sex, praise, creampie, consensual drugging (aphrodisiac), brief mention of consensual somnophilia, bit of dirty talk(?), aftercare, cuddle pile with the segments at the end <3. Minors DNI.

For as research-driven as Dottore’s segments appeared to be, they had their own desires and downtime they wished for - mainly due to a certain someone they all thought of dearly. That person was none other than you, their beloved, whom they all shared.

To them, you boasted the utmost loveliness - soft lips that spilled the sweetest of words and praises, gentle touches and caresses that soothed them - and of course, your alluring body that they couldn’t keep their hands off. For a long time, the segments had settled with regular touches like simple cuddling, hand holding, and even some thigh squeezing here and there, but needless to say, they desired something a lot more… heated than mere soft touches. But much to their dismay, you were… painfully oblivious to their advances.

It was indeed a bit frustrating despite their advances being rather straightforward, but you always assumed they were being extra touchy and clingy. Well, all of them save for Omega had this problem - the segments cursed that lucky bastard when he wasn’t around, they wanted their face between your legs too.

… Which was why they were at their wits’ end and had collectively come up with a sure-fire plan to fuck you.

—

When four segments appeared in your room together unannounced, without any arguments following them, you already knew something was up. They weren’t often seen together, except whenever they happened to collaborate on projects, but you had heard of no such thing lately.

“Beloved, we have something we would like you to try for us,” Sigma began with an even wider smile than normal, something you always took note of.

“Well… if all four of you feel the need to come to ask me, it must be quite important,” you replied, very much interested in what could warrant such urgency, not to mention the varying expressions across the segments - Sigma’s eager smile, Beta holding off his impatience, Alpha hiding his nervousness by acting aloof, and Delta’s continued seriousness, although his eyes were boring into you.

“See,” Sigma hummed, producing a vial from his pocket, “We’ve recently created this new… liquid. Of course, we’re interested in observing the effects it has on someone.” Although you understood the intent, you were confused as to why he couldn’t just test it on someone else, but Beta answered your question before you could say anything.

“You’re the only test subject we can test such a drug on,” his fingers drummed against the nightstand quickly, as if he was aching to pour whatever that strange liquid was down your throat already. Still, this only left you with more questions.

“What kind of liquid is this exactly?”

“An aphrodisiac,” Delta said bluntly.

An aphrodisiac, you thought. Aphrodisiacs… ah yes, you read about those in books sometimes. Aphrodisiacs… used to stimulate sexual desire. Aphrodisiacs… used to have sex.

… Wait. To have sex?! Immediately, you started sputtering and backing up.

“A-Are you trying to say what I t-think you are?! And wait, are aphrodisiacs even real? I thought they were fake!”

“Finally, you got it through that thick skull of yours,” Alpha rolled his eyes. “I was beginning to wonder if you were simply that dense or doing it on purpose. Seems as though it was the former.” Classic Alpha - his words always had some bark to them, although there was practically no bite as you always got your way.

“I mean…!! I just didn’t know all of you would be interested in me that kind of way-”

“Oh darling,” Sigma purred. “You’re too sweet for your own good. That won’t end well for you if you’re with us,” the segment slyly slid his hand down your thigh, making you gasp. You were already starting to have a tingly feeling between your legs, your mind racing with the possible scenarios they would put you in. Could you even survive taking four of them at once? Logically your mind said no, but your body was saying yes. Even if you couldn’t walk for a few days, it was a hell yes.

“Prime surely knows you’ve been fooling around with Omega, doesn’t he? Don’t I deserve some attention too?” Beta was the next to make his advance, hand tracing the collar of your neck, itching to sink his teeth into your skin. Your body immediately warmed at being called out for… ahem… certain acts with the older segment.

“He’s right. You were the one who said you’d give us all equal treatment. Or are you going back on your word now?” Delta added on gruffly, already knowing what your answer would be from when you very obviously squeezed your legs together.

“No, I would never…” You quickly rushed your words, heart racing from all of the segments so close to you, with not-so-pure intentions.

“At least try to relax,” it was Alpha who took some pity at your deer-in-headlights look. “The aphrodisiac should greatly increase your pleasure as well.” The other segments quickly peppered your exposed skin with kisses in an effort to make you comfortable as well.

“I’m okay, I was just… caught off-guard by this. But I want you all too… if you’ll have me,” you replied shyly, to which all of the men perked up. “Besides, I’m kind of interested to see if you actually managed to concoct a legitimate aphrodisiac.”

“Good… good. Willing test subjects are always the best to work with,” Sigma placed a kiss on your forehead before suddenly you were being maneuvered onto the middle of the bed. “Now before we test the aphrodisiac, let’s see that pretty body of yours.”

Before you could even utter a response, your clothes were being tugged off very quickly - but that was probably because there were four other people undressing you. In no time, you were nude save for your underwear, the cold air sweeping against you for a moment, but the segments’ warm bodies prevented you from shivering. All of them had their eyes trained on you - they had seen you nude before, having to attend to you sometimes, but it was obviously not in a situation like this, where you were laid bare and needy for them. Speaking of neediness…

Delta, whose chest was pressed into your back, pried your legs open despite your gasps and protests because you already knew your pussy was becoming an embarrassing, leaking sight. You whined as your damp underwear was on display for them all to stare at shamelessly, Alpha and Beta holding down one of your legs while Delta grabbed your arms, and Sigma let out a content sigh that was shared between all of them.

"So wet, and we've barely even touched you." Something clicked in the segment's mind as he held himself back from touching you just yet. "I think I know why. You're excited by the idea of being fucked by all of us at once, aren't you?"

“Of course they are,” Alpha scoffed. “They can never hold themselves back once they want something.”

“Give it to them already,” Beta demanded, who had already been palming and restraining himself, “before I fuck them right now.”

“Have some patience,” Alpha rolled his eyes. “We’ve barely just begun.” Normally Beta would have shot the segment an indignant look considering Alpha’s own lack of patience, but he was too needy for you to bother.

“If you’re out of breath just from this, I worry about how you’ll be able to take all of us,” Sigma teased. “But I know you will. You must be aching for our cocks, aren’t you, sweet thing? Burning for us to fill you up like the obedient toy you are?” Your throat had gone dry from how effortlessly filthy Sigma had become. Usually, his tone and words were always so sweet to you, but now he spewed such dirty things with that same gentle voice.

“Answer him,” Delta reached to give your breast a firm squeeze, which quickly elicited a response from you. Alpha and Beta quickly followed the older segment’s action, kneading the soft flesh with fascination.

“Y-Yes! I’ll be good!” You swiftly nodded your head to which Sigma chuckled.

“Good.” He then popped open the vial and gave it a little shake, watching the liquid swirl around. “Now open,” he grasped your chin and held the vial above your mouth, humming in satisfaction as you swallowed the aphrodisiac without a second thought (which, surprisingly tasted quite nice.) When a little bit dribbled down your chin, he quickly thumbed the excess and popped his finger in your mouth.

“Ah ah, now don’t you waste it. A lot of work went into this.” You could only blink at him, mouth ajar as you suddenly became very aware of the aching between your legs and your rising body temperature.

“It seems the aphrodisiac is already taking effect,” Alpha observed, tugging at your sensitive nipple. “Perhaps because you were already aroused?” Ever the scholar, he still questioned your reactions (or maybe it was a way to distract himself from the tightening in his pants.) But when he looked at Beta, the other segment was already slobbering on your breast, sharp teeth occasionally grazing your nipple to which you whimpered.

“You aren’t even trying to hide your true intentions…” Alpha sighed. After all, it wasn’t really an experiment (this time at least) but more so to satisfy the aching between their legs in the way they desired rather than resorting to their hands all the time. (There was a reason why they didn’t have a trusty clipboard…)

“Don’t act like you’re any better than us,” Beta scoffed, briefly taking a break from sucking on your tit. “You were more jealous of Prime than any of us.” Alpha only clicked his tongue in response before giving your other boob similar treatment as what Beta was doing. Delta, on the other hand, was busy kissing you and hardly giving you any time to breathe, making the other sensations all too powerful. You barely noticed his hiss when you unconsciously grinded your ass against his bulge.

Sigma watched your once cheery expression become half-lidded and lewd, before reaching for the band of your underwear. Even though your mind had gone elsewhere at his point, your breath still hitched at the feeling. Along with all the touching and the aphrodisiac, your underwear was so wet it was clinging to your cunt almost uncomfortably. Thankfully, the segment pulled it off and discarded it along with the rest of your clothing, haphazardly scattered on the floor. Instantly, the other segments paused whatever they were doing to gaze at your hole, entranced by your pretty pussy. 

You let out a moan when Sigma’s finger gently rubbed your opening, before slipping a finger in which you squealed at. Throwing your head back, you nearly kicked him were it not for the other's firm grip on your thighs.

“An exquisite reaction,” Sigma praised. “So sensitive… I wonder, is it because of the aphrodisiac, or has Prime been neglecting you lately?” The segment cooed before curling his finger inside of you, making your back arch. At your adorable reactions, the other segments simply couldn’t wait either. It wasn’t long before you felt another two fingers push inside you - but it wasn’t Sigma this time. Delta had quietly watched your pussy gradually become wetter, having the perfect view from behind you, and now he wanted to hear all the squelching your hole would make around his fingers. However, it seemed that Sigma had something to say about sharing your cunt with the others.

“Only I get to fuck their pussy today.” This bold statement automatically had the other three turning on him.

“Excuse me? And how did you decide that? I am going to taste them too,” Beta immediately rebuked Sigma’s statement.

“I’m older than all of you. Why would I not get to fuck them first?”

“Older? On what basis?” Alpha grumbled. “Sure, you may be closer to Prime’s age, but technically speaking, I’ve been around longer than any of you.”

“Well, it was me who came up with the idea of an aphrodisiac in the first place. I should get to go first then,” Beta piped in.

“And you would not have known that if I did not happen to mention their reading collection to you,” Delta cut in as well.

… They were really fighting right now despite being three fingers deep inside your cunt. That was simply wonderful (but expected to be honest). Normally you’d find it amusing but you just really wanted to come already.

“Stop fighting. You can have your turn next time,” you whined, wriggling around in their embrace, trying to get some pleasure from their fingers. 

“Oh? Already thinking about next time, are you?” Sigma chuckled before Beta squeezed your thigh.

“I told you that they wanted this. I bet [Name] has been thinking about this more than we thought,” Beta taunted you. “Dirty thing.”

“Regardless… I suppose I can let this one time pass,” Alpha huffed, (though he was actually pretty accustomed to being overshadowed by his older selves), and Delta grunted in agreement - although he was still going to finger fuck you. 

Now that that little spat was over, the two segments began moving their fingers inside you again, not exactly in unison though. Sigma was going slowly while Delta was plunging his in and out of you. The sensation was making your head reel and you could hardly notice the other two segments were already unbuttoning their pants. Tears sprung to your eyes as you dug your nails hard into someone’s arm - you couldn’t focus on who - that was sure to leave marks. 

Together, the differentiating paces successfully drove you crazy and you quickly came, juices running down their fingers. The sudden burst of pleasure, heightened by the aphrodisiac had you gasping and shaking, although there wasn’t much of that considering all four of them had a firm grip on you. You tried to catch your breath when a finger wiped the corner of your eye.

“Crying already? But hardly anything has happened yet,” Alpha observed.

“Leave them. It shows that the aphrodisiac is working. Not just one of your fantasies now, is it?” Delta teased you as he began to lay you on your back instead of his chest. You blinked as he rested your head on a pillow, wondering what was happening before you were suddenly very aware his cock was close to you, his underwear being the only barrier. Blinking again, you saw that the others were in a similar position, eager to come too.

“As much as I would like to play with you for a while longer, it seems like no one is willing to wait that long. Truly a shame,” Sigma sighed while discarding his pants as well. “But there’s always next time, right dear? Regardless, I trust you know what comes next.” 

You tried to formulate a response but you found your throat had gone dry at the fact that this was really about to happen.

“Don’t get nervous on me now. I know full well you can take it,” Beta was the first to tug his cock out, delighting in how you inhaled at the sight.

“I- I… um- mmph!” Before you could say anything, Beta’s hand rested on top of your head, the tip of his cock briefly nuzzling your cheek, before he properly parted your lips and thrusted into your mouth roughly.

“I thought I said not to be so rough to them at first?” Sigma sighed at his fellow segment’s action, before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in. The sensation made you moan around Beta, in turn causing him to thrust again. Though he seemed impatient, the truth was he was still restraining himself - his pace would have been harsher if he didn’t feel a bit worried for you.

Refusing to wait around, Alpha and Delta grabbed your hands and wrapped them around their hardened cocks as well, a sign for you to start stroking them unless you wanted them to do it for you. You were quickly swept into their pace, both of your hands being occupied in no time. You clumsily stroked them, seeing as it was hard to focus while being fucked, but the two segments seemed as though they were more than enjoying it. Perhaps they’ve been pent up for too long.

Alpha had already begun biting his tongue to hide his needy pants, his previous calm and collected words quickly dissipating. If only you weren’t being fucked by three other people, you’d have teased him for his whininess. However, the segment also used that to his advantage, suddenly squeezing your breast and rubbing the head of his cock against your nipple. The sensation against your sensitive bump had your back arching and legs flailing, although they were securely hooked around Sigma’s shoulders.

You could already feel Alpha’s pre-cum leaking onto your chest - it was already impressive he hadn’t come yet, considering what Dottore was like back when he was a student, coming hard after some light arousal (and then getting tired, you had to ride his face to get yourself off.)

The segment eyed your breasts with fluttering eyes and a heaving chest, seemingly trying to consider what to do next in his hazy mind, before grabbing your other breast and squishing them together with haste. In no time, he bucked his hips closer, slipping his aching cock between the soft flesh. You were warm - even more so due to the aphrodisiac - and your tits enveloped his cock better than he could have ever dreamed of. Not bothering to retain his composure, Alpha continued to clumsily yet quickly fuck your boobs, squeezing and pulling at them at the same time. None of the others had bothered to comment on it, considering they were all more interested in fucking the other parts of your body.

Meanwhile, Delta’s large hand was wrapped around yours on his cock, moving it up and down for you, unsatisfied with your pace. It was fast enough that you were sure your arm was going to be aching for a day, but you were also sure that applied to your whole body in general.

Still, this was all so much to take in, having both your pussy and mouth fucked at the same time at a bruising pace had your eyes half-lidded and struggling to keep up with the segments, seemingly built with endless energy, but a particularly harsh thrust from Sigma had you nearly gagging on Beta’s cock, to which the segment tightened his grip on your head.

“I thought you said I was being too rough?” Beta clicked his tongue at Sigma’s hypocrisy, and the older one merely smiled.

“I simply want to make sure they’re awake to feel my cock properly. Don’t you feel the same?”

“It doesn’t matter. They’d be happy as long as they’re being fucked. You wouldn’t protest at all, would you? Letting yourself be used even when you’re not conscious?” Delta hissed, and Sigma let out a sigh as you helplessly tightened around his own cock, clearly enjoying the filthy words.

“Ah, now there’s a grand idea. Darling, I’d be happy to discuss the possibility of nighttime visits, if you like it so much. It would be lovely to see you wake up to being filled,” Sigma chuckled, and you couldn’t even respond to him since your mouth was full of Beta’s cock. 

While the two older segments were busy teasing you, you could also feel that Alpha was close to coming. His pace had gone sloppy and he had lost his grip on your tits, instead just humping them pathetically. Beta was in a similar state, speeding up his thrusts in a way you knew he was about to come as well, and Delta was wordlessly getting as much pleasure as he could out of your abused hand. You could feel your own orgasm building up too, especially when Sigma moved to rub your clit. With a squeeze of your thighs, he relentlessly pumped himself inside you without stopping.

“Now,” he stated, “I’m going to fill you up, and you’re going to come on my cock. Understand?” You blinked at him through pleading teary eyes, and he laughed. “Good. Perfect, my love.”

Only a few seconds after, Alpha was the first one to let go, coming all over your tits with a low hiss, quietened by biting his bleeding lip. It spurted all over your chest, running down the hill of your boobs onto your stomach, and the segment was left panting, lazily rubbing his softening cock against your soft skin. The liquid only served to make you more aroused, squeezing your legs around Sigma’s neck as a plea to let you come already. In response, as a way of saying ‘have patience,’ Sigma flicked his hand against your cunt, finger catching your clit, and the light pain with pleasure nearly had you choking again.

As if that was the trigger for Beta, he too suddenly pulled out of your mouth, and before you could question what he was doing, came on your face, globs of cum streaking down your cheek along with your tears, some dripping down your chin and landing on your chest. You hazily blinked at the white liquid coating your body, before some more was added.

Without wasting a second, Delta let go of your hand and popped his cock in your briefly empty mouth before your poor throat could even have a chance to recover. It only took one or two thrusts for him to empty himself inside your mouth, doing so with a groan of pleasure, keeping your head locked in place, and only pulling out once he was sure you had swallowed every bit of his cum. The last few minutes left you gasping and moaning, your noises now clear for all in the room to hear - including the cries that left your lips and the mashing of your hole.

“P-Please, I’m- ah, so, so, close-” Your words had lost coherent structure at this point, trying your best to convey what you really needed.

“I know. I can feel you,” Sigma dragged himself in and out of you, making sure you felt everything. “You’ve been so good to us. Of course you can come.” Along with his ramming, he quickly circled your clit, until finally, finally, you came hard, rolling your head back and an unrecognizable squeal tore from your throat. The feeling of you spasming around his cock had Sigma digging his hands into your soft thighs as he filled you to the brim, only pulling out after a few moments. Gently, he pushed his fingers near your sore pussy, humming as you made a soft noise of protest, just to make sure none of his cum escaped your oozing pussy. 

As you lay there used and twitching, your cunt stuffed full of cum, and your face and chest painted with it, the segments took a moment to admire how pretty you looked like that. Beta stroked your head, as if apologizing for his fierce grip, although he made sure to gather up his cum and press it to your lips, smiling widely as you obediently parted his lips for him to suck on his fingers. 

“Looks like the aphrodisiac isn’t as strong as we anticipated. What a pity.” Alpha had tried to recollect himself after that embarrassing display of neediness as if he wasn’t also tired from coming.

“Is it really? I’d say it was quite powerful. After all, they took all four of us with hardly any complaints. It served us both well.” Sigma chuckled as he gently lowered your legs from his shoulders onto the bed, pressing soft kisses to your thigh as he did so.

“It still could use some tweaking, however,” Delta stated. “I believe it hasn’t nearly reached its potential.” The segment had moved away to begin drawing a bath to clean you up.

“Regardless, you did exceptionally well,” Beta praised you with his sharp-toothed grin, and you only let out a soft noise of affirmation as you were lifted up to be cleaned.

—

The segments cleaned you up a few minutes after - you weren’t sure if your bathtub would fit all five of you but it did somehow. Surprisingly they were pretty cooperative, for the most part at least. Afterward, they changed your sheets and dressed you in some comfortable clothes.

“Here,” before you could react, some kind of syrup was being poured into your mouth. “For your throat,” Alpha said because a certain someone couldn’t hold back, although he didn’t say that part out loud. Sigma pulled your blankets up and tucked you in as well.

“What, are you all leaving?” You looked at them with sad eyes.

“We have been away from work for quite a while, love.” You pouted at his response as you tugged at his arm.

“You can’t do that. You have to stay at least until I fall asleep, all of you,” you stressed the ‘all’, reaching to grab Delta’s hand as well.

“[Name]-”

“Nope! I’m not listening!” You then pulled Alpha, who was the easiest to push around, into the bed with you.

And so, you now had the four segments cuddling with you, each of them touching your body in some way. Sigma and Delta were snuggled closely on each of your sides, but Alpha and Beta were left in the more uncomfortable positions, awkwardly laying on top of you and face cuddled into your chest. There were some grumbles from them but you quickly shushed them up. More importantly, you felt very warm and content with all of them holding you.

You had a feeling the four segments weren’t leaving you anytime soon, either.

[ladyrosemone]

My favorite

We've got all the ingredients, except you needing me - Cake, Melanie Martinez

I'm using Google Translate here! 🗣‼️‼️ Please excuse any spelling mistakes or inconsistencies, I swear I'm studying to improve my written English 😭 This idea came to me thanks to @kiwisandpearls, I loved your take on the abandoned Waynes haha! I'll definitely be making more at some point.

The Waynes, the most powerful and influential family in Gotham City, the diamond that gives it an artificial shine, replacing the forgetful Sun, which never seems to illuminate those lands of darkness.

What makes the Waynes different from other Gotham millionaires is not their humility, nor their sense of duty to their employees and followers, much less their reckless extravagance when it comes to spreading their (according to gossip) infinite wealth.

No, none of that, it's something more private, more intimate.

Love.

At first no one believed that, because come on, Bruce Wayne? The greatest playboy known throughout the world, with adopted children as if they were precious jewels every season, conceited and proud, a philanthropic genius of unfair beauty? In love? Pure gossip that entertained for a while, but was never more than that, gossip for the elite and showbiz for the lower class.

Until a newspaper (one that does not usually produce so many fallacies), revealed its newest scandal.

"Bruce Wayne Spotted With Young Beauty! Has Gotham's Biggest Mogul Finally Settled Down?"

If that wasn't enough, they were right, because the next launch came with Olympic magnitudes!

"Bruce Wayne's Child Finally Revealed! Gives Exclusive Interview About Him Sudden Return"

And how do we get to this?

When a man loves a woman...oh no, that's not how it started.

It was a woman from his youth, one who left when the next day and returned when Batman appeared in Gotham City.

You arrived as a ten-year-old child; small and confused, scared and insecure, longing for you deceased mother and the life you left behind with her. Bruce didn't know how to relate to you at first, and having an angry, newly orphaned child didn't make him any better, but he tried, he really did.

And little by little it worked...only in one child.

You could never get over the loss of your mother, she was your whole world and now you were with this...man who claims to be your father, a father you never had and out of nowhere he gives you things and takes you to his work to meet more boring old men. To make matters worse, that child he adopted out of charity is irritating, one day bothering you for being "spoiled" and the next wanting to spend a sibling afternoon with you.

But you don't have brothers.

You didn't have them when Jason arrived (although you cried for him), you didn't have them when Tim arrived and definitely not when Damian arrived and his arrogant attitude of the legitimate son wanting to hang out with only you. It's frustrating! Every second of the day is a request from someone to go out, to eat together, to...For anything to keep them attached like fleas!

You remember one of Richard's last attempts, before he left Gotham for an exchange, or for you a chance to get away from that family;

You were in the kitchen, eating breakfast that she had prepared herself because it makes you uncomfortable to have an older man serving you, when Richard appears with his hundred-dollar smile and a lot of irritating energy.

"Hello hello!" He greets you with his usual energy "How did my favorite person wake up?"

It's too early for this you think tiredly, taking a sip of coffee.

Your lack of response doesn't discourage him, it motivates him more for some strange reason "I have wonderful news, I got a vacation from work! And guess where we're going?"

"We're going?" Bored questions, annoyed by the new plan that you were not consulted about, again.

"That's the spirit! Let's go to Disneyland!"

"..." you look at him with dead eyes, and with all your heart you wonder how that big boy is a functional adult "I can't today, but ask me tomorrow, I'll surely be free to go"

"Really?"

"No"

Next is Jason, who although he was not as insistent as Richard, was the most energetic in his attempts, then the Joker thing happened and...well, you can't treat him badly, you're not cruel.

But coming back from the dead is his pity card, used so many times that you wonder every day if it became an excuse at some point.

"Hey" he said to you one day when he found you in the library "There's an art and literature exhibition in the downtown library, let's go"

"...I'm already reading"

"You can read with me and shop at the same time, you like shopping don't you?"

"I like my time alone with my book, Jason"

"You didn't used to say the same thing, but that's what makes you die, it leaves you thinking about your past life..."

"..."

"...Are you coming?"

"I hope you get hit by a car"

Tim is a silent pusher, he doesn't come close but you know he's there, and that happens brr brr every minute with a brr brr new message.

"Where are you?"

"Are you really asking me?"

"I give you the benefit of the doubt"

"I'm going to block you"

"Again?"

"The computers of the whole city"

Virtual annoyance has been disconnected

And Damian...OMG Damian.

It's a nuisance, a sharp little nuisance; refusing to leave your side whenever he can, demanding attention, time together, activities and visits to any place he wants.

"Sibling" greets the boy, who doesn't even know where he came from if you're at university right now and he should be at school.

"What are you doing here Damian?" You demanded harshly, looking everywhere so that no one would associate Bruce Wayne's youngest son with you, not when you did your best not to be recognized as a Wayne since you were a child.

"I want to go save wildlife in Africa from hunters and I need an adult to accompany me" he explains as if it were the most normal thing in the world, another Thursday for him.

"Tell Bruce-"

"Father"

"Let me take you, or take Richard, don't bother me"

"And I don't want adopted children, I want my blood accompanying me in this mission to safeguard wildlife"

"If I tell you if you leave?"

"Are you going with me?"

"Yes yes whatever"

You didn't go.

And not to mention the collateral damage; Barbara and her constant moments of togetherness solving cases (you don't answer her messages), Stephenie and her desire for you to teach her how to cook (you never go to the mansion's kitchen), Cassandra wanting to be by your side (years with Bruce allowed you to develop a sixth sense to evade his shadows), and the newest, Duke Thomas.

He is fine...he keeps his distance, and deliberately ignores the fact that not a single light bothers his eyesight all day.

The worst of all, your father, Bruce Wayne.

Money, gifts, trips, clothes, portraits, everything he can give you, he gives it to you, so much so that you feel like drowning sometimes.

It is strict and suffocating, affectionate but distant, present and absent at the same time. It is annoying and contradictory!

He was the reason you went on exchange to Metropolis, until you discovered that the Kents were close friends of your father and that their approach was not of good will, relocating you to Spain until you finished university.

Reluctantly you had to go back, just long enough to finish the paperwork and stop being Wayne once and for all.

But that was your mistake, coming home, and this time they won't let you go, because you can't hate them more and that's an opportunity for them.

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

“he loves me… he loves me not.”

gojo had been minding his own business—well, sort of. he had been walking across the school grounds, sunglasses perched on his nose, hands tucked into his pockets, just happening to pass by when he spotted you sitting under a tree, plucking petals from a daisy.

he tilted his head, amusement curling at the edges of his lips.

“ooh, what’s this?” his voice was teasing as he strolled up to you, leaning down so his face was way too close to yours. “someone’s got a crush?”

you jolted at his sudden presence, eyes widening before you quickly tried to hide the flower behind your back. “gojo—”

“ah-ah,” he interrupted, sliding onto the grass beside you, effortlessly prying your hand forward to inspect the half-plucked daisy. his grin widened. “oh, this is juicy. tell me, tell me, who’s the lucky guy?”

you huffed, glaring at him, but there was no real bite behind it. “none of your business.”

gojo clicked his tongue, rocking back on his palms as he stretched his long legs out. “c’mon, you’re literally playing a game about it. it’s my duty as your best friend to pry into your love life.”

you rolled your eyes but sighed, plucking another petal.

“he loves me…”

gojo smirked. “oh? It’s looking good so far.”

another petal.

“he loves me not.”

he waved a dismissive hand. “eh, don’t worry about that one. those don’t count.”

another.

“he loves me.”

“see? fate wants you to win.”

and then—

“he loves me not.”

your fingers froze over the now-empty flower stem.

gojo felt it immediately—the way your shoulders dropped just slightly, the way your lips pressed together in that disappointed little frown. the playful atmosphere from before faded into something quieter, something almost… wistful.

“damn,” gojo said lightly, but there was a slight stiffness to his voice now. “tough luck, huh?”

you didn’t respond right away. your gaze flickered up, looking just past him—past his teasing smirk, past his presence entirely.

gojo followed your line of sight, and that’s when he saw him.

geto suguru, walking by a few feet away, completely oblivious to the fact that you were looking at him like he was the only thing in the world.

something in gojo’s chest lurched.

he blinked behind his sunglasses, his cocky grin faltering just slightly.

“oh,” he said, the realization hitting him like a slow-burning ache. “it’s him.”

you didn’t notice the shift in his tone, too busy staring after geto.

gojo, for once, didn’t tease.

he just sat there, watching you, watching the way your fingers curled slightly over the empty daisy stem, watching the way your gaze softened in a way it never did for him.

and for the first time in his life, satoru gojo felt the sharp, quiet sting of jealousy.

but he didn’t say a word.

he just forced his usual grin back into place, elbowed you lightly, and drawled, “well, what does some dumb flower know, anyway?”

you laughed softly, finally tearing your gaze away from geto. “yeah,” you murmured. “you’re right.”

but gojo didn’t feel like he was right.

because suddenly, he kind of hated that flower.

[preciousannie]

Ateez Headcanons

Ateez as your long-term boyfriend

Genre: Fluff, Boyfriend AU!, Idol AU!

Warnings: None

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ��  ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾    ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾    ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾   ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾   ‧͙⁺˚*･

Kim Hongjoong

always attentive to your emotions

dislikes PDA but showers you with affection when the both of you are alone

the two of you share every part of your daily lives together

he would get slightly jealous when you get too close to the other members

very dedicated to his work but always makes sure to spare two days in a week for “dating days”

“I’ll always have time for you babe, always.”

Park Seonghwa

he surprises you with random gifts or gestures

keeps track and remembers your period schedules

always prepared beforehand to help you soothe all your discomfort and pain as much as he can

it hurts him to see you in any sort of unpleasant emotions and he tends to match your emotions

always makes time to video call you even on late nights when he’s busy and always after concerts

“I miss you, gorgeous.”

Jeong Yunho

the two of you always do silly things together

either one of you would be cracking a joke with the other 

laughs and giggles surround your entire relationship

likes to give you piggyback rides and princess carry you just because you’re “tiny” to him

very playful when you’re around each other

but when it comes to it he can get earnest and protective about anything threatening related to you

“You okay my love?”

Kang Yeosang

the both of you have a whole facial routine that you have to follow through every night

he likes to shower together whenever he can

buys you lots of expensive beauty products that he approves of and wants you to use with him

prefers to stay at home ideally with you on his off days to spend quality time together

but he would be down in a heartbeat if you just mentioned that you want to go somewhere or want something

even if it is in the middle of the night, he’d do it

“Oh? Consider it done baby, wait for me.” 

Choi San

he unleashes his cute side whenever you’re around despite wanting to appear stoic and manly around others

follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy

likes to take you out on food dates

loves complimenting you random times a day for just about anything

you absolutely endear him when he introduces one of his plushy collections

“Look darling! This one looks just like you! It’s a cute bunny, hehe.”

Song Mingi

he enjoys taking you on random vacations and trips

has to hold your hand wherever he goes as he claims it comforts him

showers you with affection and hugs especially back-waist hugs because of your size differences

absolutely has to cuddle or spoon when in bed together whether it’s relaxing or sleeping

loves sniffing your hair or the perfume you had on that particular day because it’s calming to him

“Mm, you smell so sweet today beautiful, come closer.”

Jung Wooyoung

always showers you with kisses and pecks whenever he can

enjoys bringing you to his family home and letting you be engulfed in the affection of his family members

loves mentioning and introducing you to everyone he engages with

eager to marry you ever since the beginning and wants to have children with you

hopes that the kids the both of you will bear would resemble you the most

“Let’s make it official, shall we dear? And have adorable children together please~” 

Choi Jongho

always makes you feel safe and assured in every aspect of your life

his goofiness makes you laugh all the time even when you’re down

loves singing you to sleep while he caresses your hair 

very mature and responsible even though he is younger

likes to help you with everything he can even when you say you don’t need help

“Here, I’ll do that for you honey, don’t hurt your hands.”

Hihi, it’s been a while (3 years to be exact) but I’m back. I’ve decided to clear up these years-old drafts refining them a little so that they can finally see the light of day XD But anyway hope ya’ll enjoy! Have a beautiful day or night wherever you are <33

[luvrrszn]

messy

RAFE CAMERON x FEM READER (18+)

summary coming back from college, the last thing hookup!rafe expects to return to is rumours that you’ve been sleeping with jj

warnings angst, happy ending though!, lowkey miscommunication, all characters r of age !! brief jj x reader but that's just for the plot okay...

a/n ok stay with me now basically reader is 18 (graduated hs, but taking a gap year) and she's the same age as jj/john b/everyone else while rafe is 19 and was having his first year in college !! yo why did this idea lowkey come to me in a dream during a nap Zzzzzz and ooc kelce for this one my bad

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it was supposed to be a summer thing.

something fun, fleeting, memorable yet forgettable. a secret, of course, because rafe would never risk his reputation by being seen with a pogue, would he?

but the sneaking around was useless, everyone knew that something was happening between the two of you. well, everyone that mattered anyway. they saw the way his eyes lingered a second too long on you, how his grip tightened just a little when he led you through crowded rooms. they noticed how you always left parties together.

but none of that meant anything.

it's casual, it's just convenient.

that's what the both of you told anyone and everyone who asked.

that's what you kept telling yourself when you found yourself wanting more.

especially when rafe told you he was moving away for college.

—

at first, you waited.

you told yourself it was a polite thing to do, waiting for some time before getting with someone else.

but in reality, you were waiting before moving on, in hopes that you'd get a text from rafe, who was hundreds of miles away, a text that would change your relationship.

but it never came.

then the daily check-ins and "miss u babe" texts lessen in frequency.

you're lucky if you get a text once a week.

you think maybe he's just busy. give him the benefit of the doubt right? maybe he's still trying to cope with the new workload, or making new friends.

you're proved wrong when you click on topper's close friends' story on instagram.

weekend after weekend, rafe's clubbing, partying, with a different girl on his lap each time.

well, if he's clearly not bothered to text, why bother waiting?

—

and when he finally remembers that his sweet girl is waiting for him, you're not waiting anymore.

you don't even bother to open his texts.

why?

because you're too busy having fun with jj!

it's casual, fun, spontaneous with jj. you don't have to worry about being seen "too close" in public, it's just you and jj maybank having fun!

you party, go to the beach, hanging out with your friends. you surround yourself with your people, always making sure you're too busy to be thinking about rafe. you bury your feelings deep, and do anything you can to take your mind off of it.

having grown close to rafe's friends too, you go to parties on both figure eight and the cut, always with jj. and you make damn sure everyone sees.

you secretly hope rafe's friends tell him.

—

in the weeks that follow, you're too busy having fun fooling around and partying with jj to notice the text from rafe that tells you he's coming back for winter break.

—

"hey, you gotta hurry a lil if you wanna get some of the good booze before the kooks get 'em all!" jj yells at you from down the stairs.

"i'm coming, just wait!" you huff as you struggle with your earrings as you walk down the stairs. you had spent the night at sarah's just so you could get to the party down the street more easily.

when you get to the landing of the stairs, jj lets out a low whistle as you do a little spin. you're wearing a short sparkly skirt that barely covers anything, and a very low-cut black lace tank. remembering that it was rafe's favourite outfit of yours sends a pang of sadness through your chest, but you push it aside.

the moment you step out onto the street, you can already hear the loud music blasting from the house down the street. you and jj race down the road, and of course you win! (he let you win...)

"yo! see you brought your little dog with you today." kelce chuckles, handing you and jj a bottle of beer each as you two enter through the front door.

"hey, y'know i'm just playing. good to see you, maybank." kelce says, arms up in mock surrender once you glare at him. he winks at you, and then he disappears into the crowd.

after dancing for what felt like an eternity, you slip upstairs to the bathroom to get a bit of air and space.

when you finally push open the bathroom door, the muffled bass from the party instantly flooding back into your ears. the air is thick with smoke and spilled liquor, the dim hallway lights flickering unevenly. as you step out, adjusting your top, your breath catches in your throat.

there he is.

rafe fucking cameron, back from college, standing at the bottom of the stairs like he never left.

he's leaning against the wall, one hand lazily gripping a red solo cup, the other tucked into the pocket of his jeans. his gaze is already on you—intense, unreadable. the kind that makes your stomach flip in a way you wish it wouldn’t.

you immediately look around for an escape route and you realise you're fucked, with no way out except down the stairs, past him, and out the front door. when you finally refocus your gaze on rafe, he looks different, somehow. sharper. more tired. tall, so tall. you don't remember him being that tall.

but despite everything, he's still the same rafe—the same cocky tilt of his head, the same way he takes up too much space without even trying.

you force yourself to keep walking, gripping the wooden railing as you descend the stairs, ignoring the way your pulse pounds in your ears. you won’t give him the satisfaction of stopping.

but of course, rafe doesn’t let that happen.

the moment your foot touches the last step, his free hand curls around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. the grip isn’t tight, but it’s enough—enough to send a shiver up your spine, enough to remind you that he’s right here.

"didn’t think i’d see you here, bug," he drawls, voice thick with amusement. his fingers skim down your arm, lazy and deliberate. familiar. "heard you’ve been keeping yourself entertained while I was gone."

your plan worked. he'd heard about you and jj. but why on earth were you feeling like absolute shit?

you wriggle out of his grip.

"get out of my way, rafe." you grit out before darting through the crowd and out of the front door.

but he's hot on your tail. he's not letting you go, not this time.

he grabs your waist and spins you around, holding you in place this time, so you don’t slip away.

"don’t act like you care now, rafe. let me go." your voice is soft, pleading almost.

his smirk falters for half a second. but then, just like that, it’s back—only meaner this time.

"oh, but i do," he murmurs, stepping closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "see, i come home after months away, and what do i hear?" he tilts his head, eyes dark. "that my girl has been playing house with a pogue?"

the way he calls you his girl doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you’re too angry to care.

"but that’s the thing, rafe! i am a pogue! i’ve always been, and that’s the issue you’ve always had! you’ve always been too ashamed of that, so why do you care about me now? you can’t move away and expect me to turn my life upside down for you once you get tired of college girls and come back to outer banks!"

and for a while, rafe is stunned. he’s never seen you this angry.

rafe’s jaw tightens. his grip on your hip flexes before he snatches his hand away, like your skin suddenly burns him. his smirk is long gone now, replaced by something darker—something stormy.

"that’s not—" he starts, but he stops himself, exhaling sharply through his nose. he drags a hand down his face, as if physically trying to pull himself together.

because you’re right. and he hates that.

his tongue swipes over his bottom lip, his shoulders rising and falling with the weight of whatever he’s trying not to say. when he finally looks at you again, his eyes are sharp, frustrated.

"you think i don’t care?" his voice is lower now, rougher. "you think i came back and the first thing i did was find you because i don’t give a shit?"

you fold your arms over your chest, willing yourself to hold your ground. "i think you came back because you ran out of things to distract yourself with," you snap. "and now you’re just—what? picking up where you left off? you don’t get to do that, rafe."

before you can react, he pulls you into his chest. your enveloped by his familiar smell, his cologne, his shampoo. he has one arm around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head. his chin rests on the top of your head.

you don’t even notice you’ve started crying until you feel rafe’s grip tighten, his hand splaying against the small of your back like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

"shh," he mutters, his breath warm against your hair. his voice has lost its usual edge, no more cocky drawl, no more sharpness. just rafe. just the boy who used to sneak into your room at night when he had nowhere else to go. just the boy who left, but still came back.

you try to push away, but he doesn’t let you—not completely. his hold loosens just enough for you to look up at him, your vision blurred with tears.

"you don’t get to do this," you whisper, voice shaking. "you don’t get to leave and come back like nothing happened. like i—like i didn’t—" you cut yourself off before the words spill out.

like i didn't matter

like i didn't miss you

like i didn't love you.

rafe stares at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. his thumb swipes gently over your cheek, catching a stray tear. the touch is so soft, so familiar, so cruel.

"you think i didn’t miss you?" his voice is hoarse now, strained, like he can’t believe you’d ever doubt it. "you think i wasn’t losing my fucking mind without you?"

your breath hitches.

when you finally regain your composure, you whisper, "you left for college, rafe. what was i supposed to do? wait around for you?"

rafe exhales sharply, shaking his head, "it's not about that. it's about you acting like you didn't care when i left—then immediately turning around and shacking up with jj!"

"you are mad that i didn't wait around for you!" you scoff incredulously.

you shake your head, scoffing again. "unbelievable." you turn to leave, trying to escape his embrace, because if you stay, you’ll say something you’ll regret. but before you can take a step, you're right back in rafe's arms again.

"i didn’t think i had to ask," he says quietly.

you freeze. his voice isn’t angry anymore—it’s something else, something raw, something that makes your chest ache.

"i thought you knew."

you swallow hard, refusing to look up at him. "knew what, rafe?"

he lets out a breath, tipping your chin up with his fingers so you look at him.

"that it was never just a summer thing for me."

rafe's confession leaves you breathless.

"and because i can’t stand watching you act like i don’t mean anything to you when i know that’s not true." he continues, voice softer, warmer.

your stomach twists. "you don’t know anything."

rafe steps closer, his hands settling lightly on your waist. "don’t i?" his voice is lower now, rougher. "you think i don’t notice the way you look at me? that i don’t feel it every time you’re near me?"

you shake your head, but your fingers have already found the hem of his shirt, gripping the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

"you’re full of shit."

"maybe." his lips twitch like he’s fighting a smirk, but there’s something softer in his expression. "but you still want me."

you hate that he’s right. you hate that no matter how mad you are, no matter how much you try to push him away, you still want him just as much as you always have.

and he knows it.

rafe leans in, his nose brushing against yours, giving you every opportunity to stop him.

you don’t.

the moment your lips meet, it’s over. the tension snaps, the anger dissolving into something hungrier, needier. his hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you let him, let yourself melt into him like this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

because maybe it is.

"so what now?" you whisper, voice somewhat uncertain.

rafe exhales a small laugh, shaking his head. "whatever you want."

you roll your eyes. "that’s not an answer."

"wow, i could feel you rolling your eyes."

he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "then here’s one: i want you. not just when it’s easy, not just when it’s convenient. i want you."

"no more sneaking around?"

"no more sneaking around." he smirks. "i’ll even let jj live."

you shove at his chest, laughing despite yourself, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the weight that’s been sitting in your chest lifts.

[sapphira-mydnyte]

♥ Fashion King Ominis ♥

Warning: Language & nothing more.

Summary: Ominis getting his revenge on his family in a way that was sensible earned him more than he ever bargained for, but for it, he traded nothing more than his own dark chains to their fate. He wanted to be the best at something, but standing at the top meant a lot to him for good reasons that his family hated the most.

Try as Tom Riddle might, he could NEVER compare to the style mile that his blond uncle walked. Even among the other pureblood families, he was the one that everyone tried to out-dress. From the Malfoys to the Blacks & even the rest of the Gaunts themselves, none ever took the crown from him when it came to fashion. His blindness didn't faze his sense of style either, but instead, enhanced it. What he couldn't see, he could feel & his wand showed him the rest in place of his failed eye sight. The Ministry held him to the highest standards of the magical world in terms of looking good & he took it in a full stride.

Ominis didn't need to be a dark wizard like his family, he needed his freedom & with the Sallows, he gained it. With them, his sense of fashion sharpened & the twins helped him every step of the way as they could. Anne, although sick, still put her best efforts into whatever he enjoyed wearing. Whether it was embroidery or simple stitching, she was happy in helping him. "For everything they've done to him, he is deserving of this chance! Ominis is, truthfully, far too pretty to be sitting at home. At least in this way, I can still help out, even if it's a little at a time." Sebastian was nobody's fool when it came to boots & coats either. He gave his all in this fight with his sister to get Ominis where he wanted to be & everything paid off in the end. Ominis won galleons in fashion shows & even dueling competitions alongside Sebastian as a teammate. "If my best friend is going to have his revenge in his way, then I'll make damn sure he looks as big of a badass as he needs to be. Nobody is taking Ominis down with us backing him... not even his own family."

Although he was still feared due to his family, Ominis was nice to everyone he had to be around, up until somebody said something disrespectful towards one of the ladies. He took up arms for the girls in the fashion shows that were having a hard time with any of the guys & they stayed by his side whenever he was around. The ladies found it funny when they were with Ominis as he broke the hearts of many men by having such a following of women. Jaws dropped, jealousy levels ran high & the other men stood no chance of winning a woman whenever Ominis was around.

Even the married men caught their wives looking at him! Unfortunately, for the married men, Ominis wasn't having their disrespect to their wives in what got said sometimes. He was cold & took no shit from any woman's husband when it came to how they got treated. "Disrespect her & I'll be the last thing you see! Learn to have some bloody damned manners & let her TRY to make you something nice like what I'm wearing! She deserves to try & I know she CAN do it, so stop being a jealous prick about her looking at me." With that line alone, he won the hearts of every female & kid & also shattered the heart of every grown man, married or not, in range. It wasn't often that Ominis raised his voice, but as the most sought after man in the fashion world, he made it clear that the women were to be respected since they took far longer to get ready for a social event than any man.

Of all the Gaunts, Ominis was more than an heir of Slytherin, he was the fashion king of their house & his legacy left quite a lasting impression upon the house. Although the house still held too much darkness within it, he inspired many to dress better at the least, but at best? Some within the house eventually did find that he was right all along about Salazar & dressed better for more than one reason. Eventually, style, manners & love flowed through the house, but it was a slow & painful process.

One lucky soul found one of the last portraits of this proud heir hidden away in a long forgotten shack for what seemed to be no reason. "No way! No bloody way! You're... you're one of the Gaunts." Ominis raised himself up with his long black cane, its silver shining in the sunlight that poured from the dusty windows as he turned towards the warm rays. He hadn't felt that warmth in so long that he'd almost forgotten what it felt like, but it felt good to him. The heat slowly sunk through his black coat, warming him for the first time in years, but at that moment in time... he was ageless... forever sealed in a picture frame. "That I am, although I hope you're not too frightened of me. I'm not as mean as the rest of my family." The young one's eyes finally found the name at the bottom & dusted it off, their jaw dropping as they read it out loud. "Oh my... you're not just any Gaunt. You're Ominis! The legendary fashion king of the entire house of Slytherin!" The blond let out a laugh, not expecting anybody to be so happy to find him.

"Who in their right mind gave me that title? I love it!" The young one that found him was astounded that he had a sense of humor & a fairly fun one at that. "My grandfather & he thinks its funny that his own father couldn't even match up to you." "Seriously? Who is he?" "You'd know the name since it's one of the 28 families. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy to be exact." Ominis turned to the one that had found him with a look of utter shock. "MALFOY?! Oh bloody hell, I was NOT expecting them to put one on me, but it's a far better title that the rest of my family. I'll have to give your grandfather my thanks for that one, and you are?" The young one couldn't have been more than maybe 21 to 23 if he had to take a guess. "Lola, Lola Malfoy, Draco's grand-daughter."

Happy anniversary to Hogwarts Legacy and thanks for creating who is my favorite character✨🐍

[primalsouls]

cold heart, warm hands

jing yuan x gn! foxian! reader

theme: fluff

warning: none

summary: jing yuan took a day off and decided to spend it following a certain foxian with a hot temper. if there was one thing he hate, is those speaking ill of his little fox.

notes: i've never written for jing yuan before, so! sorry if he's a little ooc haha~ anyway, i couldn't stop thinking about reader being annoyed with jing yuan following them around whenever he's off or not super busy and making snipe comments about it, but it never really bothered them in the first place. they just can't handle a very handsome man like jing yuan putting all his love and attention on them, so they can't help but feel super flustered lol~ anyway, enjoy, and any feedback, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

“what are you doing?”

“hm? i can’t follow my dear fox around?”

“you’re a general, aren’t you busy doing something?”

“hmph— not today.” jing yuan said with a light laugh as he trailed behind the hot-tempered foxian. (name) clicked with their tongue against their teeth. their fox ears pulled back, twitching whenever the general spoke their name in that deep, husky voice of his. 

the foxian was out in the central starskiff haven, planning to do some shopping to restock their little café back at the aurum alley. but they found themself being followed by a certain dozing human they came to love very much. (name) glanced over their shoulder as they crossed the bridge, raising a brow when they spotted jing yuan looking over the rail with his hands behind his back. The foxian tilted their head before walking over quietly, standing a little behind the taller man. 

they studied his face, admiring the light complexion and the little mole under his left eye. it was like falling in love all over again. 

“if you keep staring at me like that, i might not hold back, little fox.” their eyes locked with golden ones, full of playful teasing. (name) let out a sharp huff, cheeks burning at the fact they were caught. usually they would throw an insult at the general for making such teasing comments but today they decided to spare him such silly little jabs. for a little while. jing yuan chuckled, continuing to follow his beloved the second they turned around to hide their embarrassed gaze and walked away from him. strolling through the haven was something the general rarely did and when he did, it was to tag along with his partner in their little errand days. 

jing yuan stood behind (name) as they checked around the grocery stand in the haven, placing the orders they would need for their own business. 

“woah, it’s the general!” a few voices gasped at the sight of the white-haired man. jing yuan didn’t turn around, his gaze still focused on his foxian lover as they huff and puff around the poor merchant, jabbing at his chest with little strength as they complained about something jing yuan failed to hear. 

“you’re always out of protein rice! who the hell would buy all hundred protein rice at once!?” (name) said, their arms spreading out to make their point. The shopkeeper only scratched the back of his head, swearing he knew someone with gray hair who always came by and emptied out his shop. (name) didn’t believe him and continued to scold the shopkeeper for being unprepared. jing yuan chuckled at the sight of the foxian’s frown, but his laugh died down when he heard a scoff not too far from behind him. 

“i don’t understand what the general sees in them? they’re so rude and mean-spirited.” a bystander commented to his friends, not realizing he was being slightly loud. “i’m surprised their café still stands with such a distasteful attitude.” he added with a scowl on his face. jing yuan kept quiet, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the conversation about (name). The others in the group agreed, expressing their sympathy for the shopkeeper and the general for having such a difficult partner. jing yuan wanted to turn around and shut down their judged comments about the foxian, but he felt a tug on his sleeve. 

“c’mon, i’m hungry.” they said, waving at the shopkeeper who smiled back at them with a bow of his head. 

“did you sort your issues?” jing yuan asked, curious about the agreement they came to.

“Yeah, next time he restocks, he’ll keep half of the products i want to be stored away until i come over and take what i need.” (name) explained with a nod of their head. jing yuan smiled, looping his arm with his foxian’s. “anyway, are you gonna be busy later?” they asked, to which the general shook his head in response. he freed today to spend it with his beloved. “then let’s have a date tonight. it’s been a while since we had one.”

“that would be wonderful. a nice evening alone with my little fox.” jing yuan teased, smirking when (name) smacked his arm, but not too hurt, as they stammered through their bashful words. jing yuan took their hand in his, bringing it up to his lip to press little sweet kisses on their knuckles. such a gesture made the foxian’s heart spread warmth all over their chest and beat rapidly. their timid gaze looked away, letting the general continue to hold their hand. 

those judgmental bystanders never met his partner to make such unnecessary, impudent comments about his (name). they were a flustered fox, but also caring and understanding (to some degree). jing yuan would defend the foxian until his last breath, but he knew that (name) never cared for anyone’s opinions on them. except for their boyfriend’s. and the only cheeky comments jing yuan would make always tend to be playful and endearing for his dearest, never meaning any ill-mannered in his words or tone. “i’ve heard that short auntie has a new recipe. should we try it out?” the foxian nodded, giving the dozing general a little dazzling smile. “then let’s dine at the delicacy pavilion.” jing yuan chimed, leaving them back to the seat of divine foresight, wanting to sleep in a bit before their evening date. their hands intertwined, swinging gently as they walked side by side and chatted along the way. Well, jing yuan mostly listens to his fox, admiring the features he came to love deeply. 

[stollengoods]

Broken Promises

REQ. Thagyu Angst & Smut

Thanos x Nam-gyu x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Physical and emotional abuse, Cursing, Homophobic slurs, Threesome, & Smut.

Summary: You’re two best friends are always there to comfort you when your current boyfriend says something insulting and/or hurtful to you. One day your boyfriend gets a bit physical with you and when you tell Nam-gyu and Thanos this, they tell you he doesn’t deserve you and proposes for you to join their relationship to become a throuple.

————

You sat on the couch with your boyfriend, John. His arm laid over the back of the couch as his legs were propped up on the coffee table in front of you guys. You had convinced him to watch the movie ‘White Chicks’ with you.

It was one of your favorites and he’s never seen it so you were excited, especially since he didn’t seem to be in one of his moods today. You guys laughed here and there, until you made a comment that changed the rest of your evening.

“And to think, if that dog wouldn’t have slipped out the window none of this would’ve happened.” You giggled, looking over at your boyfriend.

His eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he looked over at you, he didn’t say anything so you continued to explain yourself.

“Like at the beginning the dog going out the window of the car is what caused the car crash and made the two women get “scars” on their faces so they couldn’t-“

He cut you off, the crease in his eyebrows furrowing, “What are you even saying ?”

You broke eye contact with him, starring at your hands.

He grunted, “See this is why I don’t want to introduce you to my friends. You say shit thinking you sound so clever and witty but you just sound stupid.”

You felt the pit in your stomach sink as your heart deflated at his words. Your eyes prickled with tears as you focused your attention back to the movie. You tried to focus on the plot as your favorite scene was about to come up, were the main characters were about to breakdance against the two mean girls but all you could think about was the words your boyfriend had just spoken to you.

Your boyfriend could sense your sudden change in mood and tried to ignore it at first until he put his arm around you and felt your body stiffen instead of leaning into his side.

He sighed in annoyance, “Are you seriously mad about what I said earlier ?”

You didn’t look at him, “No. I’m just feeling tired.” You tried playing it off like you weren’t hurt at all by his words because you knew he didn’t actually care and would most likely ridicule you more so you just tried to defuse the situation.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him nod his head and then his face crept closer as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You flinched away as you felt his lips graze your skin and looked at him in a peculiar way.

Instantly you regretted your unconscious reaction, when he pursed his lips and looked up at the ceiling in irritation. You really wanted this night to just be over with and go as smoothly as possible without you guys having another big argument but you couldn’t make yourself cozy up to your boyfriend especially when he made you feel so small around him.

“You can’t take any fucking criticism…”

You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat, because you knew were this was headed and you couldn’t take anymore verbal cruelty from him.

You stood up making your way around the couch to grab your keys from the rack next to the front door but your boyfriend was faster than you and beat you too it. He snatched them off the hook and you squeezed your eyes shut both in anger and to keep yourself from crying on the spot.

“John.” You said firmly, holding your palm out, “Give me my keys.”

You didn’t want to look into his eyes, “Where do you think you’re going ?” He stated with a tone of cockiness.

“John.” You said, raising your voice a bit.

He laughed in amusement as he walked over into the kitchen area. Your hands balled into fists as you followed him into the kitchen, when he turned around you finally got the courage to look into his eyes.

“John.” You seethed through clenched teeth, “Give me my fucking keys. Now.”

He smirked, his eyes full of enjoyment as he jangled them above your head. “What ? These ?”

You looked up at the keys as he continued, “They’re right here, just grab them.”

Your rage overpowered your feelings of sadness as you snatched his arm yanking it down.

He hissed at the feeling of your nails sinking into his skin, “Aish you fucking-“ He used his free arm along with his body strength to throw you off of him and to the side.

You let out a yelp of pain as the island countertop rammed into your lower back and you instantly fell to the floor. Your boyfriend got down to your level, showing you his arm. “Look what you did to me you little bitch.” He pointed to the indents your nails dug into him along with a few tiny scratch marks resulting from him throwing you off of him.

His hand trembled with rage and you could see for a second in his fury filled eyes he wanted to really hit you but decided against it as he stood up.

“Go see your faggot ass friends.” He spat, “See if I fucking care.” He threw the keys at you and you groaned as you felt the impact of it hit your stomach.

He walked away from you still talking, “… Just be sure to tell them the whole damn story this time !” He shouted before slamming the bedroom door behind him.

————

On the drive over to your friend’s place you allowed yourself to finally cry. Surprisingly, the blurriness from your tears didn’t make it hard for you to see as you were sort of used to this routine by now. Your boyfriend has a short temper and usually says something insulting making you leave and go see your friends.

Your friends, Nam-gyu and Thanos, have met your boyfriend once and never again after that. It was when you guys first started dating and your boyfriend insisted that he meet your friends. Especially since they were both guys, you tried to tell him that they were dating each other but he wasn’t having it.

Mostly due to the fact that you told him you had originally met Thanos on a dating app. He asked how that was possible if he was gay and you told him that they were both bisexual. That’s when he insisted on meeting your two guy friends.

After the hang out with your friends and boyfriend, your boyfriend confessed to you that he felt very uncomfortable around them. He accused them of flirting with him and trying to hit on him in front of you.

You were baffled because you were there and didn’t get any hints or signs of either one of them hitting on him but your boyfriend insisted that they were and that you were too naïve to see it.

You never told Nam-gyu or Thanos about what your boyfriend had said but they didn’t have positive things to say about your boyfriend either. Nam-gyu told you that the vibe he got from your boyfriend gave him a similar one to a boyfriend he dated back in college.

The boyfriend turned out to be a raging dick but Nam-gyu said that it could be nothing and he could just be projecting. Fast forward three months and seven visits to their house later, you come to realize maybe he was onto something.

You wiped your tears as you made your way up the steps to their home, using the spare key they gave you to let yourself in. You heard the tv on in the living room as you turned the corner to greet them.

Thanos was butt ass naked on the couch with his head thrown back as Nam-gyu was kneeled between his legs sucking him off.

“I’m so sorry.” You panicked, almost running into the wall beside you, covering your face with your hands.

Thanos head snapped forward as he blinked a couple of times before he pulled Nam-gyu off of him by his hair.

Nam-gyu looked up at him and saw that Thanos was pale in the face. He followed his gaze and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw you trying to hide your face with your arms.

“Oh my fuck- y/n-“ Nam-gyu said startled from your presence as he began collecting his clothes and pulling them on along with his boyfriend Thanos.

“I’m so so sorry.” You apologized, your voice strained and cracking from all the crying you did on the way there.

Nam-gyu pulled your arms away from your face and you peeled your eyes open to see him and Thanos now fully clothed.

“You’re crying.” Nam-gyu stated, as his hands cupped the sides of your face and used his thumbs to wipe the tears from under your eyes.

You sniffled and Nam-gyu instantly gave you a hug as you wrapped your arms around him, crying into the crook of his neck. You felt Thanos chest against your back as he hugged you from behind, his arms wrapping around you and Nam-gyu.

“Shhh…” Nam-gyu whispered, “It’s okay. You’re with us, everything’s going to be okay.”

Once you lifted your head from his shoulder, they both released you, giving you some space. “I should go, I don’t mean to interrupt-“

You turned to leave and Thanos blocked you, “Y/n don’t be silly, we’re your friends, we want to be there for you.”

“I know.” You chocked out, “… but there’s a time and a place. You guys have your own lives to worry about I shouldn’t-“

Nam-gyu put a hand on your shoulder, “Life isn’t always perfect, theres not always going to be the perfect time or place to do something and that is okay. Talk to us y/n, let us help you.”

“Yeah.” Thanos chimed in and you looked up at him, “If you leave now, we’re only going to worry more.”

You wiped your nose with the cuff of your sleeve while nodding your head, “Okay.” You replied meekly.

Nam-gyu ushered you over to the couch, him sitting to your right as Thanos sat on your left.

“Now.” Nam-gyu said, using one of his hands to rub your back, “Tell us what happened.”

You told them what had started the fight between you two and how you tried to grab your keys to leave but your boyfriend snatched them before you could. Nam-gyu and Thanos gave a each other a look when you paused at the part were your boyfriend was basically dangling your keys in front of you.

You didn’t continue for a few seconds and Nam-gyu decided to speak up. “Y/n… ?”

Your head snapped over to meet his eyes, “Right. Sorry.” You blew out a breathe before continuing, “I then grabbed his arm to get my key but then he suddenly threw me against the countertop. I felt a sharp pain in my back resulting in my knees buckling and having me fall to the floor.”

“Wait.” Thanos deep voice sounded upset, “He hit you ?!”

“No.” You licked your dry lips, “H-he threw me in a result to me grabbing his arm.”

“Y/n, hit you or threw you, who gives a fuck, he still put his fucking hand on you !” Thanos was in disbelief.

You turned to him, your eyes trying to blink back tears, “Technically I put my hands on him first and if you saw his arm I did leave a few scratches- he was bleeding-“

Thanos ran a hand down his face before burying his head in his hands.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to face Nam-gyu. “Y/n what Thanos is trying to say is, there is never, in no circumstance, a reason a man should ever lay hands on a woman. Ever.”

“But what about self defense ?”

“That’s not fucking self defense.” You heard Thanos say, “That’s him being a pussy.”

Thanos lifted the back of your shirt to reveal a dark purple bruise starting to form on your lower back. He lightly grazed it with his finger.

“What are you doing ?” You asked trying to see what he was looking at.

“Y/n… this looks awful…”

Nam-gyu got up from his seat and kneeled down beside him, “Oh my.”

You saw Nam-gyu’s expression fill with concern and instantly felt a sense of shame for trying to defend your boyfriend’s actions.

Nam-gyu resumed his position next to you on the couch again and held your hands in his. “If a man ever touches you it should be with such care and grace y/n.” He whispered as his thumbs ran over the top of your hands.

You were so overwhelmed with emotions at the moment. Shame, guilt, anger, sadness, but when Nam-gyu or Thanos would touch you; you felt love and tenderness. You felt that they truly meant what they said and so when you followed that feeling by attaching your lips to Nam-gyu’s you hadn’t realized what you’d done until you felt Nam-gyu instantly pull away.

Your hands slipped out of his hands to cover your mouth, “Oh- oh my- I- that was…”

You looked over to see Thanos and he looked just as shocked as Nam-gyu had.

“I-I should go.” You quickly got up but Thanos pulled you back down by your arm.

“Thanos I’m so sorry- I shouldn’t have done that-“

Thanos cut you off by leaning in and kissing you, your eyes shot open in surprise until they slowly blinked closed.

He pulled away and you looked at him through half lidded eyes, your head a bit dazed.

“Y/n, can I ask you something ?” Thanos said, his hands now holding yours.

“Anything.” You breathed.

You saw a small smile form on his face, “Have you ever thought about polyamory ?”

You finally snapped out of it, looking down at his hands that caressed yours, “In what sense ? Like a threesome ?”

You heard Nam-gyu burst out laughing behind you as Thanos’s smile widened trying to keep it together, “Well… not exactly. I mean like being in an actual relationship with more than one person.”

“Are you saying I should suggest this to John ?” You tilted your head in confusion, “I think that would just make things worse, he already thinks I’m cheating on him. If I suggest we be open to dating other people while dating each other he’d be furious.”

“No, that’s not-“ Thanos sighed, “I’ll just say it.”

He interlocked one of your hands as he began, “We wanted to wait until you would break up with that asshole to propose this, because at the end of the day we want you to make your own decisions.”

You squinted your eyes, “Okay…”

“Y/n. You are truly one of our best friends and we hate to see you stuck in a relationship like this with someone who doesn’t know your worth.”

Nam-gyu hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

Thanos gave him a wink before continuing, “And we were wondering if you would be apart of our relationship ?”

You chuckled in disbelief, “Wait. Huh ?”

“You heard him.” Nam-gyu said, as you felt his fingers began to tickle your stomach.

You instantly snapped your hands away from Thanos as you laughed hysterically. You tried to pry his hands away but he was relentless, you pushed back against him trapping his back against the couch as you flipped over on top of him.

“You fucking asshole !” You panted, giggling while slapping his chest repeatedly with the cuff of your sleeve.

He chuckled, trying to block your attacks with his hands. “Okay, I’m sorry ! I’m sorry !”

You eased up on him, smirking with victory.

“So what you do say ?” Nam-gyu asked with half a smile on his face.

You paused for a second trying to remember what you guys were talking about, “You guys want me to join your relationship, in like what way ?”

“Like this.” Nam-gyu grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer on top of him as he held your face only a few centimeters from his. You could feel his breathe on your lips and you swallowed.

“So…” he licked his lips and you felt it graze your bottom lip slightly, “What do you say ?”

For the second time that night you kissed Nam-gyu and this time he didn’t pull away. His hands adjusted you better on top of him as you pulled away for a split second to slip off your shirt.

You felt a pair of hands grip the hem of your sweats and shimmy them down your thighs until they settled around your knees. The cold air hit your ass and clit making you shiver. Thanos ran a finger over your slit and sighed. He then inserted one finger, quickly adding another not long after and you began pushing back against him lightly.

You placed a hand on Nam-guy’s chest to hold yourself up and he gripped your wrist dragging your hand to be placed over his throat.

“Please ?” Nam-gyu begged, his eyes pleading with you.

You lightly gripped his throat, surprised by how much you enjoyed doing it to a man, usually you were the one on the receiving end.

Nam-gyu’s eyes rolled back as they fluttered closed and you felt yourself aroused at the sight. You forgot about the man behind you until you felt his fingers pull out of you. You whimpered, arching your back whining for more.

You felt his bare chest against your back as he whispered into your ear, “Do you want me Y/n ?”

You nodded your head and he slapped your bum, his voice a bit husky now. “Speak.”

“Y-yes, I want you, please Thanos…” The grip on Nam-guy’s neck loosened as your head fell into the crook of his neck.

Thanos got up from the couch and removed the rest of his clothing. He climbed back over you, gripping his dick and teasing your clit with it before pushing himself in. Your chest was now fully against Nam-gyu’s as you arched your back even more for Thanos.

Thanos started off slowly, his hands on either side of your hips, helping you stay in place. Your chin is propped up on Nam-gyu’s chest and would rub against his skin as Thanos sped up his thrusts. Nam-gyu used his finger to move the hair away from your face and your glazed over eyes watched as he did so.

Your hand fumbled around until you felt Nam-gyu’s hard on through his pants, stroking it. His hips bucked up at the friction releasing a whimper. Thanos stilled his movements in you, reaching over and seized your wrist in each on of his hands. He continued pounding into you and your lower body trembled against him.

“Did I say you can touch him ?” He snapped, his thrusts railing into you much harder.

You could barely make out what he was saying over your pornographic moans. Nam-gyu’s hard on was now poking through his pants at your abdomen. He then used his fingers to tuck your hair behind your ears.

Thanos just smirked as he released your wrists and they sagged to your sides. He stilled in you as he reached over collecting your hair into one of his hands. He pulled your head to the side and kissed your lips. You tried your best to kiss him back but mostly let out moans as your ass desperately pushed against his pelvis.

He moved back, his other arm around your stomach as he moved you with him. Thanos and you were a perfect 90 degree angle to Nam-gyu who laid beneath you guys. He continued thrusting up into you and Nam-gyu watched; looking from Thanos dick sliding in and out of you to your tits bouncing above him.

Nam-gyu slipped his hands beneath his pants, past his underwear, using his pre-cum for lube as he began stroking himself.

Thanos’s grip on your hair only tightened as his thrusts became sloppier and quicker. You were drooling at this point as he repeatedly hit your g-spot perfectly at this angle. Your salvia trailed down your chest, to your abdomen, to your pussy adding just a pinch more lubercation, not that you needed any.

The pace of Nam-gyu’s strokes quickened as his moans made harmony with your own. His legs tensed beneath you as you saw a dark spot form on the front of his pants. His chest rising and falling as he tried to regulate his breathing.

Your release followed soon after as you felt Thanos’s warm cum enter you. Thanos released his hands from you and you slumped forward, him following suit as you guys piled up on Nam-gyu. He didn’t seem to mind as one hand played with your hair and the other played with Thanos’s.

“As soon as I break up with John.” You breathed, “I would happily be in a relationship with you guys.

Nam-gyu gave you the biggest smile as you felt Thanos’ head nod against your back before placing a quick kiss on it.

[cece693]

PLEASE MORE ASGARDIAN M!READER!!!

May I suggest a fic where the reader wants to bond closely to Wanda and Natasha but, is afraid because their only concept of sister relationships was Hela (reader is a little scared of Hela 😔 due to her destructive nature). Can I also add that the reader has slightly long hair (shoulder length) to braid!

Thank you for your talent and dedication!

He's Cute (Pt. 1.5)

pairing: bucky barnes x male reader tags: wanda and natasha are the best, sibling duo, getting ready for the date, hints of WandaNat/ScarletWidow, bucky being adorably smitten, yes 1.5 cause pt. 2 is the actual date :)

You fiddled nervously with the ends of your hair, pacing the length of your borrowed bedroom in the Avengers Compound for what felt like the hundredth time. Today was the day: your very first official Earth date. With none other than Bucky Barnes. Just the thought of it sent a rush of excitement (and panic) through your veins.

The problem? You had no clue how to prepare for a Midgardian date. A tunic and breeches might scream ‘medieval faire,’ and your more formal Asgardian garb would be even more intimidating. What if Bucky took one look at you and decided you were too over-the-top or—in the worst scenario—ran for the hills? Then there was your hair. Should you leave it loose? Tie it back? Attempt some elaborate braid?

What if I make a total fool of myself? you thought, tugging on your hair with a frustrated groan. You considered consulting Thor—briefly—until your imagination conjured an image of him bellowing, “Wear your finest Asgardian leathers!” and slapping you on the back so hard you’d stumble. Not exactly helpful.

You also thought about Tony or Steve, but quickly dismissed those options. Tony might tease you relentlessly, and while Steve was sweet, he was probably as clueless as you when it came to modern dating intricacies.

That left two people you admired from a (sometimes intimidated) distance: Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. You’d seen how confident and stylish they both were—able to slip into a gown or tactical gear with equal flair. If anyone can help me blend Asgardian flair with Midgard style, you reasoned, it’s them.

Trouble was, the concept of “sisterly” assistance made your stomach twist. Your only sisterly figure had been Hela—and she was the embodiment of destructive chaos. Whenever you thought of “sisterly bonds,” images of shadowy blades and a mocking sneer intruded on your mind. Still, you had no one else to turn to, and time was running out.

It didn’t take long to find them. Wanda lounged on a couch, sipping tea and reading a worn paperback. Natasha reclined in an armchair nearby, scrolling through her phone. They exuded a relaxed warmth that made your nerves surge all over again—how did you even start this conversation?

Wanda glanced up first, her warm eyes creasing in a small smile. “Oh! (Y/N), did you need something?”

Natasha flicked her gaze over to you, phone still in hand. “You look like you’re either about to faint or confess a murder. Everything okay?”

Embarrassed, you rubbed the back of your neck. “I—I’m sorry to interrupt. I know you’re both probably busy, but I…I have a date. With Bucky,” you added softly, feeling your cheeks heat at the admission. “And I have no idea what to wear or how to do my hair, or—anything, really.”

Wanda’s eyebrows rose, and a slow grin spread across her face. “A date with Bucky? That’s adorable.”

Natasha set aside her phone, crossing her arms. “So you want a bit of a makeover?”

You cleared your throat, nerves clashing with relief. “Yes. Please. I don’t know how Earth dates usually go. I’m used to, well…armor and father-gifts, and illusions if I want to ‘dress up.’ But that’s not exactly the vibe here.”

Both women chuckled at that. Natasha stood and motioned for Wanda to follow. “Come on, let’s get you set up. And don’t worry—you’re not bothering us. We’d love to help you not show up to your date in full Asgardian regalia.”

Natasha led you to what appeared to be a converted storage room. Racks of clothing lined the walls, and a couple of tall dressers stood at one end. You caught glimpses of everything from formal evening wear to casual street clothes—no doubt a stockpile from Tony’s various shopping sprees.

“Okay,” Natasha declared, scanning the racks. “We need something comfortable but sharp. You want to catch Bucky’s eye without screaming I’m a prince from another realm.”

Wanda’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Though, honestly, you could show up in a paper bag and he’d probably swoon.”

You felt your cheeks flame. “I—um, I just don’t want to look foolish.”

Natasha brushed aside a row of jackets. “We won’t let that happen. Trust us. Let’s see…” She paused, sizing you up. “You’ve got a good build—broad shoulders, trim waist. We should highlight that. Maybe a well-fitted shirt.”

Wanda’s gaze flicked between you and Natasha. “Oooh, yes. And if we can find a color that brings out his eyes…” She rummaged through a section of button-downs.

That left you standing there, feeling slightly awkward, as they pulled items from hangers and debated the merits of each. You shifted from foot to foot, your anxiety creeping in. This is far less terrifying than dealing with Hela, right? you told yourself. And yet, your heart hammered in your chest.

Eventually, Wanda triumphantly held up a simple, fitted gray button-down. “This might do,” she said, pressing it to your torso. “It’s not flashy, but it’ll look nice with your coloring.”

Natasha grabbed a pair of dark jeans from the next rack. “Try these on. We’ll see if they fit. If they’re too baggy, we’ve got more.”

Clutching the clothes, you ducked behind a folding screen in the corner. The chatter on the other side continued quietly:

“You think Bucky’s actually ready for a date?” Wanda whispered. “Oh, I’m sure he’s ready,” Natasha replied in the same hushed tone. “Steve says he's been looking at the clock constantly and somehow managed to trip over his own feet. He's more than ready."

Their amused banter made you smile—clearly, Bucky was as worked up about this as you were. That was comforting.

You slid into the jeans and button-down, surprised at how well everything fit. They weren’t Asgardian leathers, but the fabric was soft and flexible, hugging you just right. You stepped out self-consciously. “Well? How do I look?”

Wanda gasped softly, covering her mouth. “(Y/N), you look amazing!”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, arms folded. “Yeah, that’ll do. Sleeves up—roll them a bit. Show off those forearms. Trust me.”

Blushing, you obeyed, feeling a little self-conscious and a little flattered. “You really think Bucky will like it?”

“Absolutely,” Wanda replied, beaming. “He’d have to be blind not to notice how good you look.”

Natasha pretended to examine your outfit with a critical eye, but you noticed a small, knowing smile playing at her lips. Then her gaze flicked to Wanda, and they shared a subtle look—one that made your cheeks flush a second time. You weren’t sure, but it almost seemed like there was a soft warmth passing between the two women, a private understanding that neither was voicing.

Then came the matter of your hair. It fell around your shoulders, a bit unruly from the stress of pacing your room all day. You lifted a lock, hesitating. “Normally, if this were a formal Asgardian function, I’d wear a crown braid or decorative metal clasps that sparkle with runes. But that’s probably too fancy, right?”

Wanda stepped closer, gently running her fingers through your hair in a way that felt surprisingly soothing. “Yes. Maybe we could do a simple side-braid, just enough to keep it out of your face. Or tuck it behind your ears. You have a nice jawline, so let’s show it.”

Natasha approached with a comb and some small hair ties, exchanging that same subtle smile with Wanda as they both set to work. You couldn’t help but notice the soft brush of Wanda’s hand, the way Natasha’s posture angled toward her whenever they spoke. Something about their easy familiarity and gentleness felt domestic, like they’d done this a hundred times…maybe even for each other.

“Relax,” Natasha murmured, positioning you to face a mirror. “We won’t do anything too elaborate. Just enough to keep Bucky’s eyes on you, not on how complicated your hairstyle is.”

Wanda’s lips curved into a playful smirk. “Though he’ll definitely be looking either way.”

They worked in tandem, brushing, smoothing, and expertly twisting a small section of hair into a neat side-braid. With each gentle tug, your tension melted. It felt so normal, to be fussed over by these two formidable Avengers, whose reputations alone could strike fear into entire enemy organizations. Yet here they were, braiding your hair and chatting like older sisters might.

Every so often, you caught a flicker of something more than platonic in their glances—maybe the way Wanda’s hand lingered on Natasha’s wrist when passing a hair clip, or the private smiles they exchanged. It was fleeting, but definitely there. You wondered if you were witnessing the beginnings of something deeper between them—or perhaps it had been there all along, carefully kept behind the scenes.

Finally, Wanda tucked the last strand into place, and Natasha stepped back, admiring their work. “Alright, pretty boy. Check it out.”

You moved to the mirror, heart fluttering in anticipation. The reflection that stared back looked…well, incredible. The blazer fit perfectly, highlighting your form without overpowering your frame. The rolled sleeves revealed just enough forearm to be intriguing, and the subtle side-braid left most of your hair loose but framed your face nicely.

Your mouth fell open. “I—I look…”

“Really, really handsome,” Wanda finished, placing a gentle hand on your back.

Natasha’s smile softened. “You do. And trust me, Bucky will probably forget how to speak for a minute when he sees you.”

A mixture of pride and embarrassment bloomed in your chest. “Thank you. Honestly, I feel so confident. I’ve never had that before.”

Wanda wrapped an arm around your shoulders, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Of course. You’re about to go on a date, not face a war. It should be fun.”

Natasha’s gaze turned momentarily serious. “But if he does anything to make you uncomfortable—pressures you, upsets you—” She paused, letting the threat linger, “—I will personally have words with him.”

“And by ‘words,’ she means possibly an entire display of violence,” Wanda teased, but her eyes held a protective glint.

You laughed nervously, appreciating the concern. “I—I don’t think that’ll be necessary. Bucky’s so gentle. But...thank you, just the same.”

Natasha nodded firmly. “We look out for our own. And that includes you.”

Your heart swelled at the sentiment—so this was what a supportive sisterly bond could be, untainted by destruction and usurpation. After some final adjustments (Natasha insisted on adjusting your collar just so, and Wanda fussed with a stray hair you couldn’t see), the two women gave you a double thumbs-up.

“Go knock him dead—figuratively,” Wanda teased. “This is Earth, after all.” Halfway to the front entrance, you glanced back and caught a glimpse of Wanda and Natasha standing side by side, exchanging soft smiles. Wanda murmured something, and Natasha’s cheeks tinted the faintest pink before she turned away.

Maybe I’m not the only one with a new romance on the horizon, you mused, feeling a rush of fondness for both of them.

When you finally reached the main entrance, there was Bucky—hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders tense. The moment his eyes landed on you, all that tension melted. A slow, disbelieving smile spread across his face, and you swore you saw a slight flush creep up his neck.

“Wow,” he breathed, stepping closer. “You look amazing.”

Your cheeks warmed, but this time it was with genuine confidence. “Thanks. Wanda and Nat helped.”

He nodded, seemingly at a loss for words. “Remind me to, uh…thank them later.”

You chuckled softly. “I’ll let them know.”

The two of you exchanged a few shy glances, the air charged with a thrilling sense of possibility. Bucky offered his arm in that old-fashioned way you found so endearing, and you slipped yours through it, feeling a jolt of warmth as your elbow linked with his. “You ready?” he asked, voice tinged with nervous excitement.

You smiled. “I am.”

[celeste-clearwater-06]

The Kitchen Window (pt. 2)

(Bayverse! Raphael x F! Reader)

desc- (raph keeps coming to see you, much to his older brothers' distaste, meanwhile you're making a few new friends.)

warnings - none, some swearing (to be expected

word count - 3.1k

READ PT 1. HERE

“You went back to see her?!”

Raph rubs a hand in a downward swipe against his face, pulling his lower eyelids dramatically. He knew this was coming.

“She was being attacked!” He counters, “Am I just supposed to just stand around like an ass? Is that what you want me to do, Leo?”

He was a hot-headed, ass-kicking, crime fighting, vigilante. Still nothing could save him from the wrath of his older brother squawking like a mother hen whenever he got the chance. Ever the virtuous leader.

“You went back Raph, saving her or not,”

Leonardo always talked with his hands when he was scolding his younger brothers. Raph quietly wondered if that dramatic swing of his arm was helping with trying to get his point across. The two stood in the airy living area of the lair, close enough to keep tension.

“Okay, so I went back,” he mirrors his older brother’s theatrics, uncrossing his arms and waving them outwards, “What if I hadn’t? What’s the harm in stoppin some creep tryna reach through some chick’s window?”

The elder of them huffs out a dramatic sigh and pinches the bridge of his beak. It makes Raph’s throat burn. It’s condescending. He hates when Leo does that.

“We stopped taking that route for a reason, Raph. She could take our picture, find out where we are-“

“It’s ONE girl! One person, Lee. Just a chick who happened to see me!” Raph cuts through Leonardo’s harsh tone, louder and escalating, stepping a firm foot forward to emphasize his voice.

“And one is all it takes for us to slip up.”

“What about April, huh? She’s one chick.”

“We know April. That was pure luck. Anyone else could be the reason the rest of the world figures out where we are! What we are. We’re not normal, Raph.”

Raphael can only roll his eyes to cope. He knows his older brother is right, at least about that. Nobody just forgets seeing a masked mutant turtle staring right at them.

He remembers the moment he crawled out of the sewers, behind the rest of his brothers and being the one to close the manhole cover while they all made way towards the top of the building. When he lifted himself to the slick balcony in a quick pull of the ladder. The wet metal almost made him lose his footing and he just happened to look to his left, right into your mortified, gawking stare. So much for that ridiculous ‘ninja’ title. He was a deer in headlights under that unblinking gaze, just barely lit by a light somewhere in the room behind you. Raph took the opportunity to scramble up the ladder like an idiot when you fell backwards into the dark. He couldn’t even process the clatter of one of his twin weapon’s falling from his belt, trying to get away, with heavy breaths.

Stupid, stupid! Some fuckin joke this was.

His brothers already know something’s happened when they saw him grasping to get word out with eyes practically bugging from his skull.

“Dude, you good?”

Mikey was the first to notice his older brother falling behind the rest. Raph nearly trips over his sandaled feet, regaining balance as he glances over his shoulder, ensuring to weren’t following him up the fire escape.

“What? What happened?” Leo scanned over his younger brother with concern, eyes darting from his shocked face to his feet that scuffed the cement roof.

“Raph.” Donnie’s head quirks to the side a little, “What’s wrong?”

At first he can’t get any words out, usual wit and snide gone. Raphael’s shock had apparently rendered him speechless.

“I-I… she-“

“Someone saw you.”

He doesn’t nod, doesn’t shake his head. Leo’s stare at Raph’s dumbstruck face is confirmation enough.

“What’s the biggie?” Mikey’s voice indicates his nonchalance, “People see us all the time?”

His question goes unanswered.

“Did she see us get out of there?” Donnie cuts in.

“I-I don't know! I just hopped up on the platform, and she was just-just there!”

He’s scrambling to explain before Leo intervenes, tone stern and demanding.

“In the alley? Where?”

“In her apartment! She was standin there!”

They all go quiet, exchanging worried glances. Gradually, Mikey is put under the hardening, disappointed glares of his three older brothers. A nervous chuckle escapes him before he tries to plead his case.

“Guys-“

“Mike, you told us nobody lived in this complex.” Donnie speaks first.

“I did!” the youngest held his hands up in surrender, “The lights are always off, I thought they were empty!”

“You didn’t think anything, idiot!” Raph’s open hand makes contact with the back of Mikey’s head and he swats it away with a shout.

“Ow! I really didn’t think anyone lived here, dude, I swear!”

Leo groans and turns to curse up at the light-polluted sky.

“She could’ve seen us crawl out of there Mikey!”

“Or not! We’ve never even seen her there!” Mike flinches, expecting another swipe from his older brother. It doesn’t come.

“Yeah until now, dumbass,”

Whack. There it was.

“She was gawking straight at my face, and that was when she was right up against damn glass. Who knows how long that chick has been livin there.”

Donnie and Leo turn over to him, making him the center of their chastising again.

“How long were you standing there?”

The red banded brother rolls his eyes with his whole body, arms raising and flopping back down to his sides defeatedly.

“Man, I don’t know! A couple seconds! She tripped backwards and I just took off!”

Leo’s huff of annoyance is plenty to send Raph reeling.

“I couldn’t fuckin’ help it! If Mikey had maybe done a little deep dive, we coulda figured out another exit before all this bullshit.”

“Well we’re gonna need to find another route regardless. If she knows where we came from, she might try and follow us down.”

Donnie pulls out his tablet before he finishes his sentence, already typing a million buttons a second, while his siblings cluelessly scrounge for any ideas their heads can throw together.

“Maybe we could talk to her!”

Mikey’s idea is immediately shut down with three, gruff ‘No’s’. He crosses his arms with a pout.

“Bad idea,” Leo’s quick to make a point, “We don’t know her. What her intentions are.”

Raph doesn’t say it out loud, but the expressions plastered on your face read more like a clueless, horrified bystander than some mutant stalker.

“I think I found a better route for us.”

Donnie’s face is still lit with the blue light coming from his device, pointing at something they can’t see. Leo doesn’t give it a second thought. He’s already moving to the opposite end of the rooftop.

“We better get going. Can’t risk anyone following us,” he waves an arm, “we can talk about this more back at base.”

Donnie and Mikey pursue with no hesitation, leaving Raph to stand there with a stupid look on his face for a moment. He turns to look at where the ends of the ladder meet the ledge of the building in thought. Maybe he was expecting your frightened eyes peeking over. Maybe. He sighs, and then follows his brothers in a full sprint to leap across another alleyway, starting the late night hours of his patrol.

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“We have oat milk, and regular dairy, ma’am.”

Your patience has already worn thin, 4 hours into the full day shift you’re taking head on. A middle aged woman is giving you a nasty glare from across the counter.

“You’re telling me that a chain business cafe doesn’t have any soy options?”

“Unfortunately, no miss,” that apologetic, customer-service smile is slowly coming undone, “I can offer you oat milk, or if you’d like, we have plenty of other non-coffee options for you to take a look at.”

She sneers and mumbles something about having a chai latte under the name of Diane and shoves a 5 dollar bill and some loose change into your hand for you to punch into the register. How lovely.

The ticket prints and you stick it to the back of the glass display case for your other singular coworker to start making.

No wonder you were understaffed. No one would wish the horrors of working the food industry upon their worst enemy. This was the third extra shift you’d picked up this month, and man was it getting exhausting. Regardless, the money was more than enough to cover rent in that shabby apartment, and get your nails done every once in a while. Until you could get a “real job” (whatever that entailed) it would suffice.

Thankfully, a Tuesday morning was slow enough for you to catch your breath between rude customers and over complicated orders, so you take your time opening the money drawer and putting each cent in its own compartment. You don’t look up when the bell to the front door tinks.

“Look who it is.”

You could pick up that annoying voice from a mile away. Still, you can’t help your smile, looking up to see your brother’s stupid grin and horrible fashion taste, passing through the open doorway with ridiculous confidence, and a beautiful woman to his left. She shoots you a smile.

“Hey stranger.”

Vern struts up to the front counter with a warm greeting.

“You look horrible.”

Your tongue clicks.

“So nice to see you too.”

There’s nothing to counter that with. Little, to no, sleep is apparent beneath your eyes even with the makeup you repeatedly put in every morning. The low effort, company-policy, ponytail probably also does nothing to aid your appearance.

“I miss seeing you around.” His poor apology is accompanied with the offer of a fist bump that you turn into a snail with two fingers. Your secret handshake.

“Could pay me a visit if you miss me that bad.”

It’s the normal, uninteresting flow of your conversations, not that you minded too much. That's the way you and Vern had always been, even before he moved. Before he can interject with his usual excuse of ‘just being a busy guy’, you point your attention to the woman with a little too much enthusiasm. She’s been watching with a curious eye.

“You gonna introduce me to your hot friend?”

She laughs softly and lends her well manicured hand, along with a name that suits her pretty face. April. You accept it, and then offer yours.

Vern’s confidence is already shot out the window.

“April, this is my little sister.”

“Younger sister.”

You correct him. Barely an inch shorter than Vern ’The Man’ Fenwick was not little.

“Right, younger. This is her, uh, cafe I was telling you all about.”

Your brother had such a way with words.

“Vern, it’s not my cafe, I’m just the floor manager.”

“Awh, come on, you practically own the place.”

A nicer apartment in the upper streets of New York would be your home if you ‘owned the place’. But you bite your tongue, indulging in his attempt to make you look at least a little cooler than you actually were.

“Okay, order a drink before I kick you out.”

While Vern takes his happy time staring at the overhead menu, you make small talk with April. She’s a reporter, covering news about all the weird happenings around New York. Way more interesting than your job standing at a register all day. The chat continues as you type in a latte for your older brother and the same for her.

Up comes the topic of last weekend, when that man tried to pull you through your kitchen window. You leave out the part with the giant turtle monster, for more than obvious reasons, but the story is still surprising and concerning to both Vern and April. They shoot each other similar looks that feel a little more than odd to you.

“Some guy stopped him?”

You nod, focusing on lidding the hot cups rather than the topic at hand.

“Yeah. Just knocked his sorry ass off the fire escape and then took off. I didn’t really see what he looked like.”

Liar.

“It sounds a little crazy,” you admit. You draw a smiley face on April’s cup, and a frown on Vern’s.

“I know enough about feeling crazy,”

April’s condolence brings you to meet her eyes with an understanding smile.

“I appreciate it.”

You want to change the topic suddenly.

”So, a family discount for you,” Vern takes his drink from your hand, “And a having-to-put-up-with-his-sorry-ass discount for you.”

Your brother scoffs when April takes the drink and grins up at him.

“We should get going. It was good seeing you, kiddo.”

“You too, Vern. Call me! Or text. Or whatever.”

He leaves the door before April does, with a wave of his free hand. She peeks her head through the closing door.

“Keep me posted. Maybe we can find whoever your guy was.”

A nod from you is what finally sends the two outside, where you can see Vern dramatically burn his mouth on the hot cup and April strutting past him with an embarrassed shake of her head.

Idiot.

It was a nice visit, but way too short for your liking. The day dragged on into the evening, when you let your younger coworker head home early. She’s worked her ass off all day and she excitedly thanked you, rushing out the door while you filled up the mop bucket. Closing took just as long as the day, if not longer to do, but it was finally done. You didn’t relax until hearing the lock click with a turn of the keys, and your shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh.

The walk home was just as repetitive as shutting down the shop. A few short blocks from your place, with the still traffic packed streets and massive cityscape that swallowed your simple little life. Your feet ached. Your eyes strained.

And that lonely, dark, apartment was still waiting for you like always when you pushed the door open and shuffled inside.

Shoes kicked off. Jacket thrown on the couch. Your nice, comfy bed just down the hall. That soft comforter was beckoning your name.

And so was a noise outside of your closed kitchen window. Figures.

No scrape of metal though, or footsteps up the fire escape. It was a loud yowl.

You can barely make out a scrappy little cat sitting on the rail of the fire escape.

You all but run over to slide the window open, and shed some warm kitchen light on her silvery fur. A quiet meow is all you get from her.

“Hi sweet baby.” You coo. She seems interested, but doesn’t move. You’re still hesitant to stick your arm out past the window, so you make a little ‘pspsps’ noise to beckon her over, which seems to work for a split second. When the cat stands to her dainty paws, she freezes, eyes and ears pricking upwards.

You know what she’s hearing.

“Come here kitty! Come on!”

You can’t bring yourself to stop her head from lifting, and then make a sad, soft whine when she hops down and makes her way up the steel steps with a meow.

And your thoughts were easily confirmed.

“Go on, get back down there.”

His voice is hushed, stern. It’s almost comedic. It’s none of your business, but you call out anyway.

“I know you’re up there.”

Silence.

“You don’t know shit.”

Okay, rude.

“Will you bring her down?”

It’s quiet again, longer than before. Enough to make you think he’s gone. But then, the metal sways back and forth just a bit before his feet thud down in front of your window. Mr. ‘Your Worst Nightmare’ is holding the cat in one of his arms, the other bracing himself on the rail. She's purring. You can’t see his face from where you’re standing, but he holds her out, three fingered hand outstretched just in front of the opening, where she calmly climbs down to sit on the brick outer sill.

“Is she yours?”

You swallow nervously.

“She is now.”

The turtle lets out a sort of gruff snort. You’re surprised when he leans down to stroke her. This is the clearest you’ve seen his face in the light bleeding out of the kitchen. It was rude to stare. You just couldn’t rip your eyes away. The way his brow bone furrowed looking at her curiously shaped face and missing ear. His scales were a deep veridian, scattered with scars, like the prominent one above his upper lip. He was chewing a toothpick that jutted out of the side of his mouth.

“Kinda cute.”

It was a fascinating thing, the way the wall separated you both, a human and an otherworldly creature, and yet this tiny kitchen window allowed for both paths to be crossed, admiring a sweet stray cat. His skin jumps a little when your hands just slightly graze past each other. His eyes flick to yours and then away and you avert yours back down to her licking her front paw.

The quiet moment fleets, when he stands just as suddenly as he leaned forward, moving with an awkward cough. And your eyes still stay on him. There’s a dark, spiraling tattoo on his upper right arm that you could see much better in the light.

He’s about to say something but the static whine of a radio comes from somewhere outside.

“Raphael, do you copy?” It’s one of the voices you had heard the night before, and he jumps at the noise before reaching up to his shoulder to click a button on the walkie talkie.

“Yeah! yeah I hear ya.” He whispers sharply into it and waits for a response.

Raphael.

“We’ve got a robbery at one of the banks, on St. Peter’s Avenue. Could use some backup,”

“‘Kay. Headin over.”

He leans back down, gaze’s locking, and trips over his words.

“You uh… you stay safe.”

All you can do is nod your head stupidly and he’s gone once again. The cat’s little trill is what pulls you from staring where he once stood. You smile softly down at her and lift her inside.

“Let’s get you warm, miss girl,” she purrs in your arms when you scratch behind her ear, “I’ll grab you some food tomorrow. And a litter box. You better not shit on my floor.”

Meow.

The next morning when you leave for your shift, you don’t miss the fuzzy little cat toy that’s sitting just outside the kitchen window.

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[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is Bruce and Clark's Civilian friend

So! Danny met Bruce and Clark at a Charity Gala promoting his Clean Energy and Technology Company.

It was just something He, Tucker, and Sam had started up after High School to try and do some good in the world, but grew faster than they realized, until they were a rising star in the Green Energy and Technology Business. Really they should have expected it, with Sam's drive for environmental protection and Tucker's love of technology, it was a given that they would push the company farther than anticipated. Danny was mostly just the front-man (aside from helping out Tucker in the Lab sometimes).

The Gala was set up by Sam to raise money for environmental preservation efforts, and Danny was there as a formality since he was the Face of the Business and technically the CEO.

Danny had struck up a conversation with Bruce, having been introduced by Sam, and they were eventually approached by Clark for an interview. He wanted to get their thoughts on the recently proposed Meta Protection Acts, and after the interview Danny decided to give Clark his contact to see if he wanted to do a follow-up. Bruce did the same, and they agreed to talk in the future.

Danny hadn't expected that to be the start of a new friendship.

Bruce and Clark seemed to click instantly with him, and while it took longer they also seemed to warm up to eachother as well. It got to the point where they were talking outside of Galas or Interviews and just called to check up on eachother. It was nice, having friends outside of Tucker and Sam for once.

Oh and also they were totally Dating.

Yeah, it was kind of obvious in hindsight that his two friends had a thing for eachother. Bruce and Clark would always share these looks with eachother before leaving the room, or Clark would check his phone for a message from whenever Bruce texted someone. They seemed to be hanging out without him as well, since they sometimes slipped up and referenced events they experienced together that he wasn't there for.

Of course Clark was publicly dating Lois Lane from his workplace, but listening his coworkers gossip long enough told him what was really going on. Lois and Clark were fake-dating so that Lois could secretly date Superman without being targeted by his enemies as much, and Clark could date a secret partner that none of his coworkers could figure out.

So when he was talking to Clark one day and the man got a text message and suddenly had a bad stomach ache, Danny decided that he should probably let him know that he knew.

"Oh don't worry Clark, I know what's going on. No need to keep up appearance with me around." He said.

"O-oh? Uh, what are you talking about Danny?" Clark asked surprised.

Danny shrugged, "It was pretty obvious in hindsight. The sneaking off, the text messages that got you to leave in a hurry, the secret glances between you and Bruce. After a while it was hard to ignore."

Clark cringed a little, "I just have a nervous stomach, and I have to rush off for work pretty often. That's all Danny."

Danny leveled a glance at him, "So does Bruce also have an upset stomach that just so happens to match up to yours? And why is Bruce following you to your Job? What, is he trying to get a job at the Daily Planet that he owns?"

"O-oh, well- I mean- That doesn't necessarily mean that I'm-" Clark stuttered.

"Calm down man, I'm not going to say anything." Danny reassured him. "It's your business, and nobody has any right to know your personal business unless you tell them. I just figured it out on my own, but I'm not gonna go shouting from the rooftops that Clark Kent is-"

"That's enough Danny, no need to demonstrate, but...thank you." Clark cut him off, "So far only Lois and Jimmy have figured me out on their own, and it's nice to finally have somebody else to talk to about this."

Danny shrugged and patted him on the shoulder, "No problem Clark, if you ever need to talk to me about it I'm all ears."

[itsnesss]

𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 | jj maybank × fem!reader

summary | you receive an anonymous gift, and when you find jj on the dock, he reveals he’s the one behind it

warnings | fluff, romance, kissing, mild language

word count | 1.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

Valentine’s Day was a strange concept to you. Growing up, it was always just a day filled with cheesy card exchanges, over-the-top flowers, and chocolates—none of which ever seemed to be in your hands. You were the girl who, while happy for those who had their special someone, spent the day with her friends, watching rom-coms and making sarcastic comments about the holiday.

This year, you thought, would be no different. Until you stepped into your boat that morning.

There it was, resting on the seat: a small, heart-shaped box of chocolates with a red ribbon tied around it. At first, you thought it was a joke, something someone had left behind. But when you pulled the card from under the ribbon, your heart skipped a beat.

"To my secret Valentine. I bet you don’t know who I am."

Your brows furrowed. There was no name. No clue. Just a note that seemed too personal to be from anyone else but one person.

JJ Maybank.

But that was impossible, right? JJ wasn’t the type to send sweet chocolates or write sappy notes. He was the guy who did stupid things like steal beers from the store or make bets with John B. and Pope. He wasn’t the romantic type. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

Still, the thought lingered in your mind as you stared at the note, turning it over and over in your hands.

You stuffed it into your jacket pocket before anyone else could see it. JJ, you thought. But there was no way.

The day dragged on. It was business as usual—your friends laughing over lunch, the usual teasing from the guys, and then, as usual, you slipping away to spend some time alone, thinking.

But your mind kept drifting back to that damn note. That chocolate. The way the handwriting had looked strangely familiar. You shook the thought away, telling yourself you were being ridiculous. JJ Maybank, your friend, wasn’t the type to be thoughtful.

Or was he?

By the time the sun started to dip below the horizon, you found yourself on the way to The Wreck. Kiara needed some help fixing a few things, and you were happy to spend some time there, away from the confusion in your mind.

After you helped Kiara, you felt the need to clear your head. So, you decided to take a walk down to the dock. The ocean breeze felt refreshing against your face as you walked along the shore, letting your thoughts drift with the tide.

As you neared the dock, you saw him. JJ Maybank. Sitting on the edge, looking out over the water. His feet dangled, just above the surface, and in his hand was a can of beer—nothing unusual for him.

You paused for a moment, just watching him. He had that same careless, carefree attitude, his hair messy and tousled by the wind. You could see the light of the setting sun catching on his features, casting a soft glow that made him look... different. Vulnerable, even. Something about him wasn’t the usual carefree chaos.

You took a step forward, and the sound of your footstep caught his attention. He turned, eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Well, well, look who finally decided to join the party,” he said, grinning that signature mischievous grin of his.

“Just wanted some air,” you replied, trying to sound casual as you walked toward him. You weren’t sure why, but the note and the chocolates were still running through your head.

JJ patted the spot next to him on the dock. “Well, sit down then. I could use some company.”

You hesitated, but only for a moment, before sitting beside him. The wind blew through your hair, and for a second, you didn’t say anything, both of you just watching the water.

But then you pulled the crumpled note from your pocket and held it up in front of him. His eyes locked onto it immediately.

“What’s this?” he asked, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his lips.

“You tell me,” you said, trying to sound unaffected, but your voice gave you away. You were nervous, unsure of what he’d say.

He unfolded the note slowly, reading it with exaggerated care. “Hmm. ‘To my secret Valentine...’ You sure you don’t know who this is from?”

“I don’t,” you shot back quickly, though you were starting to feel a small flutter in your chest. Was it possible? No, it couldn’t be.

JJ glanced at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You know, this sounds like something someone would do if they had feelings for you. You know, chocolates, sweet notes, all that mushy stuff.”

You felt heat rising to your face, but you tried to brush it off. “That’s stupid. You’re right, it’s probably just some prank".

JJ leaned back on his hands, looking up at the sky. “Yeah, maybe. Or maybe it’s me.”

You froze. Your heart skipped, and you glanced at him, unsure of whether you heard him right.

“What?” you whispered, not sure if you were ready to hear his answer.

JJ turned to face you, his grin softening into something a little more serious. “Maybe I’m the one who left that note. Maybe I’m the one who wants to be your Valentine.”

The words hung in the air for a long moment. You couldn’t process them right away. JJ Maybank, the guy who was always up for a laugh, who had the worst timing with girls, was actually saying these words to you. And he wasn’t joking. He wasn’t teasing.

“JJ, what are you—”

But before you could finish your sentence, JJ leaned in, cutting you off with a soft, but firm kiss. It wasn’t urgent or rushed. It was gentle, tentative, as if he was waiting for you to pull away. But you didn’t. You didn’t want to.

When you finally pulled away, your breath caught in your throat. His forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily in the quiet evening air.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered, a smile playing on his lips.

Your heart was still racing, but you managed to find your voice. “Happy Valentine’s Day, JJ.”

You could hear the waves crashing against the dock below you, but in that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. There was no need for big gestures or elaborate words. It was just the two of you, sharing a quiet moment, and in that moment, everything felt right.

JJ pulled back slightly, still smiling. “So… I guess this means you’re my Valentine now, huh?”

You smiled back, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the sun. “I guess it does.”

And as you sat there together, with the stars beginning to dot the sky above you, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was the kind of Valentine’s Day that could change everything.

[writingwithciara]

across the hall; part 4 -quinn hughes-

summary: y/n moves in across the hall from quinn and in an emergency, she leaves her five-year old daughter in his care

word count: 2.2k

pairing: quinn hughes x reader, toxic ex-boyfriend x reader

notes:

y/n woke up the next morning feeling different. something about what happened yesterday made things blur between her and quinn. they were friends, sure. but there was no denying the chemistry between them, no matter how little it was.

she got out of bed and got herself ready before heading down the hall to abby's room. she pushed the door open slowly and saw abby sitting up in bed, already dressed.

"good morning, princess. how long have you been up?"

"20 minutes. i dressed myself. see?"

"i see that." y/n smiled and crouched down to abby's level.

"do you like it?"

"i love it." she ran a hand through abby's hair. "you excited to stay with quinn today?"

"yes. and bella."

"i forgot you like her too."

"she's so nice. i hope she has candy today."

"oh i'm sure she will." y/n stood up. "will you let me do your hair today?"

"can quinn do it?"

"i think he's already gone." y/n smiled and walked towards the bathroom. there was a knock on the door so she turned around and headed back. y/n opened the door and smiled when her eyes landed on quinn. "hey. i thought you would've already left by now."

"i was getting in my car when i remembered that abby doesn't really like getting her hair done so i thought i'd come back up and see if she wanted me to get it done for her."

"you know what? i think she would really like that. thank you." y/n closed the door and followed quinn to the bathroom. when he stuck his head in, y/n didn't even have to see the look on abby's face to know she was happy.

"hey kiddo. i'm here to do your hair."

"yay!" she giggled and y/n set her up on the counter before leaning against the doorframe.

"thanks for this, quinn." y/n watched as he brushed abby's hair genttly and began to put it into two braids.

"it's no problem at all. saves you the trouble, right?"

"yeah. right." y/n was in awe. not only with his work on the hair but with the way he was helping her. there was never going to be enough ways to repay him for everything.

"there. all done." quinn stood back to admire his work. "you girls ready to go?"

"yeah. we'll be right behind you." y/n grabbed some stuff off the kitchen counter and shoved them into her bag. abby went to her room to grab her own bag and joined her mom in the front hall. quinn opened the door for them and while y/n locked it, quinn picked up abby and put her on his shoulders. she giggled and held on tightly.

the three of them made their way down to to the parking garage. quinn helped get abby buckled in before heading over to his car.

"you'll be right ehind me, right?"

"yes." y/n smiled while quinn got in is car and drove out. she was about to start her car when andy knocked on her window. "what are you doing here?"

"can we talk?"

"can it wait? i've got somewhere to be."

"okay well you don't work until later, so..."

"i don't want to know how you know that." y/n shook her head.

"where are you going?"

"it's really none of your business, andy." y/n sighed and pulled out her phone. she drafted an sos text to quinn and was hovering over the send button but she looked back at andy.

"i just want to talk."

"we can talk later. i'll text you when we get home, okay? please?"

"alright fine." he stood back and watched y/n drive out. she quickly erased the drafted text and decided to call quinn instead.

"hey. i just parked. you here yet?"

"no. i ran into andy before i had the chance to leave."

"he didn't....he didn't hurt you, did her?"

"no. i'm fine." she couldn't help the way her heart seemed to leap at quinn's words. "i'm pulling into the parking garage now. what level are you on?"

"second. i'll wait by my car for you."

"okay." y/n turned onto the second level and when she saw quinn saving a spot for her, her heart began to melt. he moved out of the way and when she was in park, he helped get abby out of her seat. "are you sure nobody will mind us being here?"

"i already called ahead to make sure. told them it was a protection thing and they understood."

"thank you." y/n smiled and before she could take a second to think, quinn was grabbing her hand and walking towards the locker room.

"you can stay out here and wait for me or you can head on in towards the bench. bella will be there to meet you guys."

"yay. bella." abby looked at quinn. "do you know if she has any candy?"

"i'm not sure. but she might." quinn set abby down next to y/n and stood up. "i'll see you guys in 10 minutes."

y/n nodded and headed down the tunnel with abby right beside her. when she saw bella waving, the two of them made their way to her.

"i'm so glad you're here. i don't usually come to the arena this early but when quinn called me yesterday and asked if i could keep you two company, i immediately agreed. couldn't say no to you guys."

"you don't mind keeping an eye on abby for me during the game?"

"not at all. work is important." bella smiled and looked down at abby. "i brought you something."

"is it candy?"

"as a matter of fact, it is." she smiled and handed abby a bag of candy. "i got more in my car but we should definitely save that for the game."

"okay. thank you." abby dug into the candy and smiled.

y/n looked out at the ice. "so what's quinn like? i feel like i know a lot about him. but at the same time, i also feel like i don't know enough. know what i mean?"

"i totally get it. he's certainly an enigma. but like i said last time we talked, he was a fairly grumpy guy before he met you. he's also really sweet and protective of the people he cares about. from what i've witnessed, that includes his family, his teammates, the wags and now you."

"what are the wags?"

"wives and girlfriends." bella smiled and turned her attention to the boys walking out of the tunnel and making their way onto the ice.

"oh."

"yeah. and don't be alarmed or scared if you're grouped into the wag category. they'll see you hanging out with us and honestly, sometimes, it's easier for the staff."

"alright. thanks for the heads up." y/n looked directly at quinn and found it hard to take her eyes off him as he skated around with brock. both the boys looked over at the bench and smiled.

"so, tell me your story. what brings you to vancouver?"

"i was in a really shitty relationship and i needed to get as far away as possible. so i moved out here and even this wasn't far enough."

"what do you mean?"

"he found me somehow. but quinn has been the perfect buffer and i couldn't be more thankful i moved into the right apartment."

"you know, when quinn first told us about you, i thought you were his girlfriend. and even when i met you, that's what it seemed like. you two compliment each other in ways i've never seen before. and forgive me if i'm overstepping but it seems like there might actually be something between you."

"i don't think there is. and even if there was, it wouldn't work. we both have busy lives and things would turn difficult real fast." y/n smiled at quinn when he skated up to them.

"how are my two favorite girls?" he looked at abby and smiled when she handed him a piece of candy.

"we're doing great. loving the practice." y/n smiled and handed him his water bottle. her phone buzzed in her pocket so she pulled it out. "my boss wants me to come in early." she glanced down at abby. "will you be a good girl for everyone today?"

"yes mama." she continued eating her candy while y/n started walking away.

"wait." quinn caught up to her. "i'm going to need abby's seat for later."

"oh right." y/n smiled and walked towards where she parked. quinn had to change out of his skates so he was a little behind. when he caught up to her, he grabbed the seat from her backseat and smiled. "thanks again for today, quinn. i don't know what i'd do without you."

"it's no problem. i love having abby around."

"she loves having you around too." y/n grinned and opened her door. before she got in, she leaned up and kissed quinn's cheek. "i'll see you later."

quinn was frozen for nearly a minute after she left. he touched his cheek and felt the heat from the kiss there. things just got so much more confusing for him.

he put abby's seat in his car and headed back into the building before he could get in trouble.

the rest of practice went by fast. abby and bella were walking towards the locker room to wait for the boys when abby turned to look at bella.

"bella?"

"yes sweetheart?"

"thanks for the candy."

"you're welcome, darling." she smiled and continued holding the little girl's hand.

the second quinn came out of the locker room, abby ran to him. he picked her up and smiled.

"hey kiddo. it's still pretty early so how about we go and get some lunch?"

"yes. i am starving."

"you and brock want to join us?" he asked as he glanced over at bella.

"yeah sure. that sounds like fun." bella grabbed brock's hand and followed quinn to the garage. "we're parked on another level so just text us where we're eating and we'll meet you there."

"okay. see you guys in a bit." quinn walked to his car and buckled abby in. "you having fun today?"

"absolutely." abby kicked her legs happily while quinn pulled out of the garage.

"alright. where do you want to eat?"

"the restaurant we ate breakfast at yesterday. can we eat there?"

"absolutely." quinn sent a quick text to both brock and bella before continuing their travel.

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later that night, quinn played his best but ended up getting taken out halfway through the 2nd period. knowing what he might've needed, bella brought abby down to the locker room and waited for the medic to finish up. when he left, she brought abby into the room.

"i know this isn't exactly what you wanted, but it's the next best thing. i promise." she smiled at him as abby ran and hugged him.

"this is what i needed. thanks, bella." quinn smiled back as bella left the room. "i'm sorry if the game has been disappointing for you."

'it hasn't. i liked it all. until you got hurt." she reached up and tapped the bandage on his arm. "do you have to stay here until the end of the game?"

"yeah. unfortunately i do. but you can stay here with me if you want. or bella can take you back to your eat."

"am i allowed to stay here?"

"not in the locker room. but we hang out in the media room and watch the rest of the game."

"okay. let's go."

quinn brought abby down the hall and into the room where they would be spending the remainder of the game. after the 2nd period, they both went back to the locker room to chat with the team. abby sat in quinn's locker space while he went to the coach. brock, who was sitting next to her, offered her a piece of candy.

"what do you think of the game so far?"

"i love it. i don't like that quinn got hurt though. that guy was mean."

"yeah, he was. but quinn is way tougher than he looks." brock chuckled.

"yeah. i think that's why mommy likes him."

brock raised his eyebrow. he wanted to ask more but quinn came back over.

"alright. time to go back to the media room, abby."

"okay quinn." abby ran to the door when she saw bella. brock wanted to tell quinn what abby just said to him but he didn't have enough time. so instead, he headed down the tunnel while quinn ran to catch up with bella and abby.

half an hour later, the game was over. and the canucks had lost.

as quinn drove home with abby, he wanted nothing more than having y/n waiting there for him. their friendship was still a little new so he knew he couldn't say how he was feeling about the girl across the hall. but he could keep it inside as long as possible.

he didn't want to mess up what they already had. and with the added complication of andy, he knew there would never be a right time to tell her. he was just going to have to learn how to deal with it.

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tags: @alwaysclassyeagle

[cod-dump]

"Did you kill her?"

Adler made the effort to finish stirring the sugar into his coffee before his eyed darted up to Woods, "Who?"

"Bell," If that name, the name he picked, had any affect on him he didn't show it. He just sipped his coffee.

"She disappeared... never learned what happened to her."

Ex-KGB, barely flinched after she took a bullet to the gut. Bell wasn't right in the head, like a dog at Adler's beck and call. Abnormal, down right creepy at times. But... everyone noticed how loyal she was. To Adler.

It didn't sit right that she just vanished and the bastard didn't have a word to say about it.

"People come and go. Perseus did it, Bell did, too."

There was something Adler knew, something Park knew, that they weren't willing to tell the others. It pissed woods off immensely. Mason hadn't said anything, he was better at keeping his thoughts to himself. They knew, they both knew.

CIA had a way of making no longer useful assets disappear. But Bell was useful throughout it all. What happened in those last moments? When Adler and Park rushed to save her from the brink of death, how the name of Perseus' hideaway came to light.

"She might've gone back to Perseus," Woods wished that was a joke.

Woods stood abruptly, knocking into the table and spilling Adler's coffee. Adler huffed and went to say something, but Woods planted his fist against the table, silencing him.

"Was she a threat? Be fucking clear with me."

Adler's jaw clenched, grabbing the towel from the stove behind him while keeping eye contact with Woods.

"She was."

Woods keeps his gaze as Adler cleans up the coffee.

"I wished there was a another way."

Woods scoffed before finally leaving. None of it sat well with him. But his job was to kill, take out the bad guys in the shadows. Bell... she did that, too. Followed Adler's lead so dutifully, Woods could almost see the dog tail wagging.

She had to have gone bad. Adler, though an asshole, didn't kill people without reason. Well, maybe over a spilled cup of coffee. But that's a reason, isn't it?

[luwritesstuff]

home safe

spencer reid x reader

notes: fighting, minor mentions of guns and explosions, happy ending, no use of y/n, gn!reader

wc: 1.7k

It was just after 1 AM when Spencer finally used his key to your shared apartment and dropped his bag by the door. You were sat on the couch with your arms crossed and neither of you said a word while he placed his shoes on the rack and shrugged out of his jacket. Spencer chewed on his lower lip as he took in the anger on your face, “I'm sorry, I-”

“No,” you said calmly and stood up, grabbing your mug and preparing to go to bed, “I don't want to hear it. I stayed up to make sure you got here alive, now I'm going to bed.”

“Wait, no, but,” Spencer sighed and stopped himself from reaching out to grab your arm, “we need to talk about this, honey. I'm really sorry and you're right to be mad, but please don't go to bed angry.” In another argument on another day you might've agreed, but you hadn't slept properly all week and you weren't ready to be reasonable with him.

“Oh, now you want to talk?” You turned back around to face him and dropped your mug back onto the coffee table. Your arms found their place crossed back over your chest and suddenly everything you've been feeling came spilling out, “I've been trying to talk to you all week and now you want to talk? That's not how this works, Spencer! You ignored me and lied to me and you made our friends lie to me. I didn't know if you were dead or alive and you couldn't be bothered to pick up your damn phone for a week. I sat here feeling useless and scared and you just, what? Didn't care?”

Spencer shook his head and you could tell you got to him because his eyes were turning red and he was blinking away tears. “No, that's not it. Of course I cared, I do care. I just, I didn't want to worry you. It was a small injury and then I was just so focused on finishing the paperwork so I could get home to you. I'm fine, okay? It's just a few stitches, but I know you would've sat here by yourself worrying all week if I told you.”

You scoffed and turned to go back into your room, hearing him follow after you. You dug through the closet to find one of your overnight bags and began shoving clothes into it. “What do you think I did instead?” Your phone charger and laptop followed a few changes of clothes, “Do you think that I didn't go through every single scenario and think of every single way you were hurt? I thought, maybe he's dead, maybe he's relapsed and overdosed somewhere, maybe the entire fucking team blew up on the jet because not a single one of you told me what was going on!”

“You would've known something was wrong if I called,” Spencer’s argument was weak and he knew it. His heart dropped when you began packing and he frantically started taking out everything you'd put into the duffel, “No, hey, what are you doing? Baby, I'm sorry. I should've had someone call you, I know that. But I ignored an order from Hotch and I got hurt and I knew you'd be angry with me and worried and I just thought it'd be better to explain everything in person.”

“Cut it out, Spencer,” you mumbled and began repacking everything he took out. “I hate your job. You guys do amazing work and you help people and I admire it so much, but I hate how often it takes you away from me and I hate how dangerous it is and I hate how it follows you home. But none of that matters to me when I'm with you. I have learned to cope with those things because you always come home and you always communicate and you're always so good at reassuring me, but this? This was the worst week of my life and I never want to feel like this again. I will not go through this again and especially not when you could have prevented it. I'm staying at my sisters,” you zipped up your bag and carried it out to the living room.

Spencer stood on the other side of the living room, watching you slide your shoes and coat on. “Was that, I mean, are you breaking up with me?” His voice was weak and he couldn't wipe the tears from his face faster than they were falling.

You sighed and let your shoulders sag before turning back around to look at him. “I need some space, Spencer. There was a second where I really thought you were dead and I felt like part of me had died too. That's not… It isn't okay. I can't keep going like this,” your voice was softer now, no longer spitting out anger but hurt.

Spencer didn't say anything else, he knew nothing he said was going to help and arguing more was only going to make things worse. So he let you leave and tried to stop his heart from following you out the door.

The stay at your sister’s ended up lasting two weeks before you were ready to face Spencer again. He'd texted you a few times, asking how you were, when you'd be home, telling you he loved you. You had answered a couple of the texts, and eventually when he asked if you could talk in person, you couldn't find it in yourself to keep staying away.

“Hi, uh. How have you been?” Spencer was stiff and awkward as he sat in front of you at your favorite cafe with your two favorite coffee’s between you. In the back of your mind, you thought that Spencer reminded you of how he acted on your first date and you let the thought warm your heart just a little bit.

You shrugged and picked at the almond croissant in front of you, “I'm okay. Work has been keeping me busy and my sister got a new puppy. How's your arm?” You asked and nodded to his left bicep where a bullet wound was beginning to heal.

“It's fine, it's good. Doctor says it's healing like it's supposed to,” Spencer said and reached up to feel his shoulder absentmindedly. “Thank you for meeting me. I miss you and I know I have a lot to make up for, I just. I really wanted to see your face.”

You stopped a smile from showing but reached across the table to hold his free hand. “I missed you, too. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch more, but I needed some space to think and clear my head, you know?”

Spencer nodded and gave your hand a small squeeze, “Of course, it's okay. I did something really awful to you and… and I just feel terrible. I should have communicated with you and told you what was going on. I know if the roles were reversed, I'd be so freaked out not hearing from you for that long. I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry.”

“I know,” you sighed and leaned back in your chair, “I understand that you were trying to protect me and everything, but I want to know these things, Spencer. I want to know if you're hurt or struggling, that's what being in a relationship is. We need to be able to rely on each other and be honest with each other. And I need to be able to trust you. Every time you leave for a case, there's a little worry that sits in my chest and tells me that it might be the last time I see you. The only way that feeling goes away is if you tell me what's going on and keep me in the loop.”

“You're right. Completely. That's why I got this,” Spencer reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of pagers, “You're the only person that will have the number to this. I'm gonna have it with me at all times, so if I'm on a case or my phone is dead or broken, I'll still have this with me. And if you page me, I'll answer. No matter what. If I'm in the field and I can't answer, I'll page you back and you'll know that I got it and I'll call you as soon as I can.”

If there was one thing Spencer was good at besides being a genius, it was romantic gestures. The thought of using a pager made you want to laugh, but you looked at them sitting in his hands and it made your heart clench. Spencer really only answered work calls on his phone while he was on a case, and you'd grown used to only hearing from him once every day or two. You were used to sitting and waiting anxiously at the end of the day to make sure that he made it back to whatever hotel the BAU was at.

“Are you sure?” You asked softly and reached out to take one of the matching pagers and flip it over in your hands, “I know that you get busy at work. I don't want you to think that I'm being clingy or that I don't understand. I'm fine just hearing from you at the end of the day.”

Spencer shook his head and leaned across the table to kiss your cheek, “I don't think that at all. I don't want you to sit anxiously and feel like you can't call me or that I won't answer. I don't ever want you to feel like you did that week again. I never want to make you feel that way again, honey.”

You nodded slightly and slipped the pager into your purse. “I love you. And I forgive you, yeah? We’re okay,” you promised and after you threw your empty cups away, you pulled Spencer into a tight hug. He held you back just as tightly and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You were back in your apartment the next day and Spencer kept his promise, he only ever made you feel secure and every time he left for a case, he made it back home to you.