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in which youâre forced into having a talk with your ex-boyfriend, rafe cameron, on the boat ride to morocco.
being a pogue and rafe cameronâs ex was not easy. although you dated shortly before he killed peterkin, and you were sure he barely even remembered your favourite colour, seeing him blatanly disrespect you and his friends, and go down a path you tried so hard to prevent him from, was hard to watch. but now heâs picked himself up since ward died. you thought you had another chance to at least be on good terms. sending flowers and a card to tanneyhill when ward died, smiling at him when youâd see him around. it didnât work, he still hated you and your friends.
fortunately, he redeemed himself ever so slightly by volunteering to take the pogues to morocco. rafe had to find chandler groff, you guys wanted the blue crown. it was perfect.
until jj punched him, that is. he knocked him out cold. with a scolding âjj!â coming from majority of the pogues, including you, jj carries him down into the downstairs washroom and ties his wrists to a pole. they donât trust him, which is fair. you donât either â you shouldnât, anyway.
rafe was down there quietly for a mere half hour until he woke up with a groan from his head hitting the ground earlier, followed up with yelling once he realizes he was stuck down there.
all touching your noses and saying ânot itâ the minute pope suggests someone going down there to check on him, youâre the unlucky one who said it last. shutting up your protests, john b gently coaxes you downstairs, saying things like, âyou used to mack on himâ, âthis is good, you know himâ, âhe wonât hurt you,â john b leaves you downstairs once you make it to the door of the bathroom. knocking gently, you timidly ask, âcan i come in?â
thereâs no answer. you can picture him. wrists tied, brows furrowed, eyes closed tightly as his head leans against the wall and towards the ceiling. his gorgeous stressed face. you slowly open the door, peeking your head in. âhi,â you say gently, timid around the scary and aggressive man you have the curse of calling your ex.
ââŠhey,â rafe says, voice rough as he shuts his eyes tight.
unsure what to say, you awkwardly stand there and stare down at him. âum, i brought asprin,â
âright, right, like i can fuckinâ swallow it. what, you gonna throw it in my mouth like a.. seal or something?â sassy, his upper lip lifts a bit as he thinks about it and isnât very fond of the idea.
a second of silence as you figure out what to say. ââŠum, ill just set it down here,â you say, putting the container down beside him. âsorry about your head.â
âyeah, uh, your little boyfriend canât control his fists, huh?â
ââŠnot my boyfriend,â you correct softly, though youâre not sure why you feel the need to tell him that. âbut no one really.. trusts you, rafe, so you kind of brought this on yourselfââ
he quickly interrupts you. âbullshit. you know why thatâs bullshit? because i was helping. who got you this boat, huh? me. i did. rafe. iâm the reason that you guys arenât swimming, or some shit, to north africa. iâm being helpful and understanding, and this is what i get. you think thatâs fair?â when youâre stood there in silence at his sudden raised voice, he repeats, âyou think thatâs fucking fair, y/n!?â he kicks a can in anger.
itâs like youâre his girlfriend again as you sit down next to him instantly instead of running. you get deja vu to the time three years ago when he was high on coke and got kicked out of the house. everyone ignored him except for you. â..um, okay, iâm gonna give you some asprin,â you say softly. âhelp your head. open,â you tell him, grabbing a pill as he gives you a look but opens his mouth. you pop it in his mouth and he dry swallows. âthere.â
you two share a look. you donât think itâs a bad look by any means. he looks frustrated still, but thereâs an underlying gentleness in his eyes, as if he registers youâre still the same girl you were when you two were together. ââŠand, um, for the record, i donât think itâs fair that youâre down here. you helped us, thats.. nice.â
the word âusâ when referring to you and the pogues makes him feel weird. âi donât get why you hang out with them,â he mutters as he looks at the ground. âtried so fucking hard to keep you away from them when we were.. together.â
âi know,â you whisper, your gaze dropping as well, to his tied wrists. you feel awful. âtrust me, your warnings still play in my head when iâm with them sometimes,â
âyou remind me of sarah.â he says. youâre not sure what that means.
âyou hate sarah,â
ânah, nahâ i donât hate her. hate who sheâs turned into,â he adjusts himself. âshe makes me sad. iâm sad for her, alright? she had so much potential.â he shrugs. âbut thereâs no saving her. sheâs in too deep,â he looks back up at you again. âi think thereâs saving you, though,â
ââŠthis is weird, rafe,â
âhow?â he asks.
âbecause in the years weâve been broken up, youâve never talked to me about this. feels like itâs a⊠trick or something,â
âitâs not a trick,â he assures, voice still rough. âlook, iâm out half a mill, iâm tied up in a bathroom, iâm probably gonna.. die or something. i got nothing to lose, may as well tell you my concern,â
âum, i appreciate it,â you say gently, unsure how to respond. âand iâm gonna go back upstairs.â
âheyâ no, woah, woah, woah,â he stops you quickly. âstay. okay?â
âi should go up and help with dinner, thoughââ
âno, stay. iâ i want you to stay, okay? i donât wanna be down here alone, and i want you away from the pogues,â
he doesnât wanna be alone. you feel bad for him all over again, nodding gently as you sit back down beside him. you always were so good for rafe.
youâre not sure how long youâll be down here with him. maybe until itâs late at night and heâs asleep. so gently, after about five minutes of silence, to ease some of the tension and pass the time, you murmur a, âtruth or dare?â
rafe just smiles.
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steve gets a bellybutton piercing when he loses some bet. the boys make sure itâs a sparkly one too, maybe even with some pink in it. he doesnât think much of it, especially since heâs no longer in hs locker rooms. but the one boy who never did gym, never saw it till now.
itâs a simple thing too, shirt riding up on his stomach slightly when he stretches to grab a box off the top shelf. eddieâs eyes hone in immediately, the big gem catching the light.
steve tries to hand him the box but alas, he seems distracted and looking at- âoh, yeah, that basketball team made me get it. guess you did miss out on something in the locker rooms,â he laughs.
he tucks his shirt up a bit more, and eddieâs still looking, and steve watches him seemingly gulp.
interesting.
âyou thinkin about getting one?â eddie snaps out of it, meeting his eyes.
âwha- no,â he clears his throat and leans on the counter, trying very hard to look unassuming. itâs cute. âjust uh. never noticed it before, âsall.â
âthatâs what they all say,â steve hums.
eddieâs a bit taken aback, but the red face tells him all he needs to know. âyou like it? does it suit me?â
eddie huffs, âsure, itâs cute or whatever. youâre just fishing for compliments.â
steve raises his brows, âme? no, i would never. besides, with all that staring you at least owe me my dues.â eddie lets out an undignified guffaw, staring a reply before quickly cutting himself off.
crossing his arms, steve continues to smirk at him. heâs still got it.
âsorry, what was that? didnât quite hear you munson.â
âitâs cute, okay? itâs hot. itâs kinda doing it for me.â he can practically see the silent prayer eddie sends to some other worldly being to open the ground beneath him and swallow him whole.
itâs incredible.
âwell gee, you sure know how to make a guy blush,â steve claps eddieâs shoulder, âi will say this though, buy me dinner first next time.â and he promptly walks out of the room.
it takes eddie a solid minute to chase after him.
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smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo
chapter two
summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you canât stand each other.
{enemies to lovers, fake dating}
includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst if you squint, lots of bickering, slow burn
wc: 2.5k
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part one
âLike this?â
âNo! Like⊠move your hips over.â
âChris, this feels wrong!â
âYeah, because itâs you! Come on, just come here for the picture.â
You groan and scoot closer to Chris on the bed, slinging your leg over his hips. He was laid flat on his back and you were on your side facing him. You guys had agreed on pretending to be each othersâ significant others for a short amount of time, and right now you were trying to get all the pictures you could. This was the third photo position you guys had gotten yourselves into, each one getting more intimate than the last. Your mindset was, the more pictures you took at once, the less youâd have to spend time together.
âOkay, take your picture,â you tell him, throwing your arm over his torso and looking up at him.
Chris looks down at you, your faces inches away from each other. âGod, youâre so impatient. Donât you just wanna cuddle like this for a minute?â He smirks a little before grabbing his phone with his left hand, placing his right hand on your bare thigh, snapping the picture like that.
âOkay, good. Now, uh⊠I donât think youâre gonna like this next one,â Chris pushes your leg off of him and you sit up, peering down at him.
âFuck you,â you say harshly. âWhat now?â
He smiles and pats his lap, and your jaw drops. âNo,â you shake your head. âNo way, Iâm not getting on your lap.â
Chris groans. âI am not going to get hard at the thought of you on top of me if thatâs what youâre worried about,â he promises.
âYeah, well, you already think Iâm hot so I donât know,â you tell him, disgusted. âCanât we do something else?â
Chris reaches out and pinches the back of your arm, clearly unamused. âDude, I didnât say I personally think youâre hot, I said youâre hotter than this chick. Big difference. Besides, Iâm hot, too, and you know it, so come on, sit on daddyâs lap.â
You grimace at his word choice. âThat just made me want to do it even less,â you say, but despite your words, you scoot closer until youâre next to him, then swing your leg over him and sit on his lap, your crotch sitting directly above his dick.
âSee?â He smiles, reaching out to place a hand on your thigh again, even though the camera wasnât out yet. âThis isnât so bad, right?â
You canât help it when your throat goes dry at the feeling of his hand on your leg, and he was partially right. Matt was attractive, Nick was attractive, and unfortunately the short end of the stick with that reality was that Chris was also attractive, though youâd never say those words out loud.
You snap out of it quickly and grab your own phone to distract yourself, but Chris reaches up and grabs your phone out of your hands, putting it on the bed next to him. âGotta look interested in me, baby,â he coos.
You groan and cross your arms, body shaking slightly as you did so, making Chris suck in a quiet breath. âDonât call me baby, weâre not actually together.â
âStop wiggling, yeah?â He asks you, hand on your thigh gripping tighter than it was before.
You raise your eyebrows at him, staring down with a clear attitude present on your face. âI thought you would be fine and not get hard.â You mocked him.
Chris meets your eyes. âI said I wouldnât get hard at the thought of you but you keep moving around and I only have so much self control.â
You cringe, focusing your attention on your lower half where you no doubt start to feel the beginnings of an erection forming where your bodies met. âCan you hurry please?â
Chris picks his phone back up and opens his camera, but couldnât resist the nasty comment that sat on his tongue, begging to be spoken. âMaybe I just wanna feel you a little longer.â
Your jaw drops, face heating up uncontrollably. âChris!â
Chris rolls his eyes at your aggressive tone. âJust kidding, jeez. Here, put your hands here.â He pulls up the hoodie to make it look like heâs shirtless and then grabs your hands, placing them both on his stomach so youâre leaning over him, your cleavage peeking through the neckline of your shirt. With the angle change and your weight shifted onto your hands, part of you wanted to tease him, and you had no idea what was coming over you in the moment, probably just the fact that you hadnât been in this position in so long and you were craving the attention and validation of a man, wanting to feel someone fall apart underneath you, but you quickly remind yourself who youâre dealing with when he speaks again. âOh perfect,â he says, holding his phone up to take the picture. âThatâs definitely going in my spank bank.â
âEw, Chris!â You screech at him, smacking him on the head before standing up off the bed completely. âWeâre done for right now, youâre insanely gross.â
Chris laughs at you and pulls his hoodie down, sitting up on the bed. He moved quickly, but you caught on to the quick dip of his hand in his sweatpants, clearly waistbanding his dick, but you donât mention it and he sure as hell doesnât either. âIâm just messing with you,â he says.
âYeah well Iâm over it,â you huff, crossing your arms again.
âAlright, get out of my room then,â Chris points to the door, and you happily oblige, leaving his room and heading up the stairs, making your way to Mattâs room where you find him sitting at his desk playing games and Nick laid on the bed playing on his phone.
Matt turns his head and smiles at you. âHey, love. Howâs being Chrisâs girlfriend going?â
You groan loudly and drag your hands down your face. âFucking terrible!â You cry. âHeâs so pervy and gross and just awful to be around. I donât know how you guys deal with him all day every day.â
Nick laughs in response. âWe actually like him and he likes us.â
You shudder and grab the blankets from underneath your body, shimmying under them. âIâm taking a nap, hopefully thatâll cleanse me from the objectification Iâve endured.â
Both the boys laugh at you and go back to what theyâre doing as you get comfortable and close your eyes.
Before you dozed off you found yourself wondering what things would be like if Chris wasnât so annoying and how life would be if the two of you got along. Would you guys actually stand a chance at being in a relationship? Would either of you have feelings for each other that werenât so negative? Youâve never thought about these possibilities before, and though it scared you slightly, you brushed it aside and let yourself drift off to sleep.
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The four of you sat around the kitchen table later that night eating Italian food that Matt had gone and picked up, and the room was silent apart from the chewing noises that filled the air. You know the food is good if everyone is quiet you always say. But unfortunately, the sweet silence is interrupted by Chris clearing his throat and setting his fork down.
âSo,â he starts, looking towards you. âIâm thinking we go on a date.â
You almost choke on your food, eyes widening. âWhat?!â You yell, mouth still full of food.
âEw, swallow first. And yes, but not a real date, obviously. My idea is you can go to a fancy restaurant with Matt or something and he can take pictures of you looking all dressed up and just send them to me.â Chris suggests, and itâs not the worst idea in the world. Free dinner in a nice restaurant with your best friend? Sounds like a win win to you.
âYou shouldâve led with that, fuckface. Almost made me choke,â you tell him with furrowed eyebrows, wiping your mouth with your napkin.
âI typically do make women choke,â he replies with a smirk.
Everyone at the table groans in disgust at his dirty comment. âToo much,â Nick says loudly, waving his hands in the air.
Chris just laughs. âSo is that a yes?â
You look at Matt and he shrugs his shoulders. âIâm fine with it,â he tells you, and you nod your head in agreement.
âGreat!â Chris smiles, clapping his hands together. âIâll make reservations for you guys and let you know when it is.â
You guys both nod and go back to eating your dinner.
After everyone was done eating, you guys migrated to the couch, where you ended up sandwiched between Matt and Chris, though Chris left a decent amount of space as opposed to Matt who sat nearly hip to hip with you.
âWhat are we watching?â You ask, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and throwing it over yours and Mattâs body.
âGet a room,â Chris grumbles, looking over at you and Matt snuggled up under the blanket.
You look towards him and smile. âIf you wanna cuddle with me just say that,â you tease, kicking your feet up onto his lap.
He instantly shoves your legs off of him and scoots farther away from you. âGross, get your feet off of me. You wish I wanted to cuddle with you, slut.â
Matt and Nick both whip their head up to look at Chris, and he immediately drops his head down towards his lap, knowing he fucked up. âChris,â Matt spits. âToo fucking far, apologize or get the fuck out.â
âMatt, itâs fine,â you tell him, tucking your legs close to your body. Chris had never really gone that far, but you werenât super surprised by the words he said, though it stung a little bit.
âNo, it isnât. I get you guys have your little arguments but thatâs not okay,â Matt tells him again, voice as stern as the first time.
Chris sighs and picks his head back up, but only focuses on the tv in front of him, still not playing anything. âSorry, didnât mean to call you a slut.â He mumbles.
You just nod your head and look over at Nick and then look up at Matt. âCan we just put something on please?â
They agree and start scrolling through the streaming services, trying to find something to put on.
If you tried to think about it, you never really could pinpoint the exact moment you and Chris started acting like this, it just kind of became your guysâ normal. Youâd all known each other since high school, and you clicked with Nick and Matt instantly, and you always thought Chris would come around, but he never did and your relationship never got any better. The more you hung around, the more hostile your relationship got, and the more you adapted.
It started as teasing, a âshut upâ here, a âyouâre so annoyingâ there, but as you guys continued to see each other, it just got meaner and meaner, and youâre so used to it now that you canât imagine life without it, which is why it was so hard to imagine how he was going to act at this wedding when he had to pretend he didnât hate you.
You guys ended up just putting on a movie youâd never seen, some chick flick rom com that only you and Nick were interested in, so you werenât surprised when Matt and Chris grabbed their phones and started their endless scroll, until Chris looked up and over towards you.
âHey,â he starts quietly, and you turn your head to look at him. âCan you, uh.. can you come take a picture with me? Sheâs texting me right now and thinks Iâm lying about you. Which I guess I am, but, whatever. Just for a second?â
You think about it for a couple of moments, not really sure if cuddling up with Chris in front of his brothers is something you necessarily want to do right now, but you also donât want to ruin the deal you two had made with each other, so you lightly nod your head and remove the blanket that covered you and Matt, scooting closer to Chris.
âHow do you want to do this?â You asked him, and he just patted his leg.
âJust put your legs over mine and scoot real close, thatâll be fine. I can snap it really quick,â he says, and you oblige, scooting a bit closer than before and swinging both of your legs over one of his, draped over his thigh. You leaned your body into his, and he placed his hand on your thigh, tucked between both of your legs.
âGood?â You ask, eyes flitting up over his face. He nods and lifts his phone up to take a photo, taking a couple before looks over at you and reaches your gaze.
He takes a deep breath while staring at you, hand still resting on your thigh. âIâm sorry,â he says, voice low so his brothers couldnât hear, but it was so quiet you almost didnât hear him. âI really didnât mean to call you that, it just slipped out.â
Youâre shocked at the fact that he offered an actual apology, considering the fact that heâd never said sorry unless his brothers had told him to, so something about this felt a little bit more genuine than usual.
You offer him a tight lipped smile and nod your head. âI forgive you,â you tell him just as quietly.
He pulls his hand out from your thighs and taps your leg lightly. âGood, now go back to cozying up with my brother before I throw up.â
You laugh and do as he says, moving away from him and back towards Matt, who smiles sweetly at you, taking up the same position as you had with Chris, placing the blanket back over you both.
As you sat there and watched the movie, you couldnât help but steal a few glances towards Chris, watching as he played with his lip with his free hand while he scrolled, or how he giggled to himself every time he saw a video that he found cute. The way he peeked up at the tv every so often to see what was happening, then went back on his phone to pretend he wasnât interested in the cheesy movie.
What you were completely clueless to, though, was the way he did the same thing to you, watching as you laughed along with Nick, or how you cuddled closer into his brother, his hand rubbing your arm sweetly and habitually. He even watched the way your eyes started to flutter towards the end of the movie, clearly too tired to head home, just like most nights.
Maybe you werenât that bad or annoying, but he was so deep in it now that he felt he could never turn back, never admit that maybe one day heâd like to be close to you like you were to his brothers. He had no idea that youâd take him up on that offer in a heartbeat.
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a/n: part two!!! thanks for all the love on part one!!
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Kill Licenses
Stargirl was excited! Captain Marvel had just offered to let her fight crime with him in Fawcett. The man was like a big brother to everyone. That included her. He was super nice, was normally the person who first stepped up to diffuse a situation, and overall just a big teddy bear of a man. So it was a little bit a of a surprise when she saw him snap a rapistâs neck like a twig.
Marvel: *drops the body, muttering something about paperwork*
Stargirl: *gobsmacked*
Marvel: *looks over to her for a second before doing a double take* âOh my gods I forgot you were here!â *sounds horrified*
Stargirl: âYou just killed a man!â
Marvel: âI know- I know!â *leads her away from the body* âIâm so sorry you had to see that.â *sounds completely ashamed*
Stargirl: âThereâs nothing to be sorry about. You killed a rapist. Thatâs one less evil in the world, but my question is how are you gonna get away with this?! Cap, youâre gonna go to jail!â
Marvel: âAh⊠Well, no. I have a license to kill.â
Stargirl: âWait, you can actually have one of those?â
Marvel: âYeah, uh me, and most of the other Fawcett heroes have one. Weâve all had them since the sixties and had to get them renewed a while back. Itâs not a bad thing to have for situations like this.â
Stargirl: ââŠCan I have one?â
Marvel: âYes? No? I donât know? You should in my opinion. Itâs a good safety net for if you accidentally kill a villain. You just fill out some paperwork and youâll be safe. Do you want oneâŠ?â
Stargirl: âYes.â *immediate answer*
Marvel: âAre you sure? I mean, youâre a teenager, so you might need a parent to sign or something.â
Stargirl: âWell, I donât have a parent right now, but I do technically have a temporary guardian at the moment.â *eyes him*
Marvel: âNo⊠youâre not seriously suggestingâŠ?â
And thatâs how Marvel ended up taking Stargirl to a secret government base so she could get a kill license. Stargirl got a stellar recommendation from the Captain and passed with flying colors.
As theyâre leaving the baseâŠ
Marvel: âOkay, so we need to lay some ground rules.â
Stargirl: âGround rules?â
Marvel: âYeah, ground rules. Now I know youâre not the type of kid to go around killing people all willy-nilly, but Iâll say it just in case, donât go killing people all willy-nilly.â
Stargirl: âWell, duh, Iâm not dumb.â
Marvel: âI know you arenât. And now onto the actually important rule. Under any circumstances, do not kill around other heroes. Thatâs how Huntress got kicked out of the Justice League after all.â
Stargirl: âI canât even do it around you?â
Marvel: âWell, I guess you could. And I guess you could do it around the other Fawcett heroes, but just make sure not to do it around heroes who donât have a license, okay? I donât wanna get in trouble, and I doubt you wanna get in trouble too.â
Stargirl: âGotcha.â
Marvel: âNice. Now that thatâs out of the way, wanna go for victory ice cream since you got your license?â
A solid four months passed after this incident. The two forgot about it. They were chilling. Then, Courtney forgot that her stepdad didnât know that she could legally kill a villain, fill out some paperwork, and face no repercussions.
S.T.R.I.P.E.: âYOU TOOK MY STEPDAUGHTER OUT TO GET A KILL LICENSE?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!â
Marvel: âNothing! I didnât think it was a bad thing!â
S.T.R.I.P.E.: âSheâs sixteen. She sliced a manâs head off. CLEAN. With practiced precision. She doesnât even have a drivers license! What in hell would make you think itâs a good idea to give her a kill license?!â
Marvel: âOkay, her slicing off someoneâs head isnât my fault. I didnât teach her that, and the guys who gave her the license didnât either.â
S.T.R.I.P.E.: âThen who did??â
Marvel: âI donât know! Maybe sheâs just bloodthirsty?â
Stargirl: âNo Iâm not?â *sounds slightly offended*
Marvel: *ignores her* âLook, the point is, Iâm sorry for not telling you but please, please, pretty please donât tell Batman.â
S.T.R.I.P.E.: âWhy?â
Marvel: âOh come on. Heâs super anti-kill. If you told him heâd have me removed from the Justice League almost instantly.â
S.T.R.I.P.E.: âMaybe you should be removed! You donât just give a kid the okay to kill someone.â
Marvel: âIâm not giving her an okay to do anything. I only wanted her to have it as a safety net. I promise.â
It took a lot of convincing for Pat not to squeal to Batman, but thankfully, they got it in the end. Though, the man still ended up chewing the two out.
Inspired by @helps-the-writing-brain-goâs repost on my We Thought You Died?! post :) Thanks for the inspo!
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I read all your fictions and theyâre so good my lordđCan I request Virgin!Han x Femreader?? đ«¶đ»
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Not as sweet as you
Roommates!fem reader x Virgin! Han
Synopsis: You and Han became roommates a few months ago, he is a very shy guy and a bit of nerd, but you two get along so well.
Word count: 2.3k
Warnings: cute like hell Han, smut and fluff, sex! Mdni!, đ, handjob and boh.
Note: small waist!Han is so hot.
As soon as you enter the living room you start hearing some unusual noises from Hanâs room.
He probably didnât expect you to be home this early.
You get closer to his room and you finally understand what are this ânoisesâ, moans, definitely moans. A smirk appear as you clear your throat and knock at the door âHan, everything is ok?â you ask quietly.
Hearing the knock at the door he suddenly stopped what he was doing and quickly tried to fix himself âWhat? Y-yesâ.
âYou sure? Can I come in?â You slowly open the door and watch his figure under the sheets.
Han tries to look decent, but it was obvious he was in the middle of... something ây-yeah i'm fine..! just u-um studying... yeah studying..." he quickly responds.
You just smile and nod âYeah- I⊠seeâ.
He suddenly become flustered, he knew what he was doing was obvious, and he tries to hide his blush but his soft cheeks made it hard to hide.
âDonât worry- itâs- donât be shyâ you say smiling a little.
He couldn't help but feel the embarrassment building inside him, he looks at you and see your smile, the blush on his face becomes more visible "i-iâŠi'm not shy..." he said quietly.
âSo you don't mind if I join you, right?â You tease him.
Han has a surprise expression on his face and becomes speechless for a moment "w-wait huh? i-im...uh..." he does not know what to say and just looks at you with shook.
His mind is now racing and the thought of you joining him makes him a bit excited.
âSo cute Han, just let me help youâŠâ you know he is not your âtypeâ but you are so attracted by him anyway.
Han bites his lip, his look slowly turns to one of desire with pleading eyes and a growing blush on his face "a-are you sure...?".
You just nod, âitâs ok, I promiseâ you reassure him.
He slowly makes room between him, allowing some space for you to sit next to him "o-okay... then come here..." he watches as you sit down and he couldnt help but look at your body, getting a bit more excited.
You catch him scanning your body and chuckle âMh you have to come closer hannieâ.
Han is surprised hearing you call him a nickname, it makes his heart skip a beat.
He obeys you and gets a bit closer to you, a bit faster than he intends to "like this..?" he asks whispering.
You pull him more closer âjust on top of me, like thisâŠâ.
His eyes widens as you suddenly pull him closer. he felt a bit flustered from the close proximity as he was now between your legs "y-yeah... just like this...".
âItâs⊠ok if I kiss you?â you search for his consent.
That is so unexpected for him, but he looks at you with an excited and shy look "kiss me?.. y-yeah... go ahead...".
You gently cup his cheeks, and close the distance between you two, kissing him slowly.
He closes his eyes as he feels your soft and warm lips on his. his heart is racing from all the excitement and he slowly returns the kiss, his hands resting on your waist pulling you closer to him.
âyou are so sweet HannieâŠâ you speak between the kiss.
Han smiles softly when you call him by the nickname again and he gently runs his hand through your hair, you could feel the heat from his body; He is getting more excited "i-i...i think you're much sweeter... y/n".
As you hear his words you immediately pull him closer to on top of you.
Han lets out a quiet moan as you pull him closer. he buries his face in your neck, nuzzling and kissing your soft skin gently.
You let out a soft moan âmhh-â.
Han continues to leave gentle kisses on your neck, moving up to your ear. His hands slowly moves down your torso, gripping your hips "g-god... i need you so bad...".
You pull back a little just to see the blush on his face, âso cuteâŠâ, and begin to caress you thumb on his bottom lip.
He gasps softly as you touch his lips.
He looks up at you and opens his mouth for your thumb, gently taking it in and sucking it slowly.
A shiver runs down your spine âgod- HanâŠâ.
Han slowly swirls his tongue around your thumb, his eyes looking at you with an intense look.
After a moment he let go of your thumb "you're driving me insane...fuck... you don't know what you're doing to me..." he says slowly.
You watch him just for a few seconds before starting to kiss his neck roughly.
He tilts his head, giving you more access to his neck and a few more soft moans escapes his mouth "mmmh...you're gonna leave marks..." he whispers to you.
âItâs ok for youâŠ?â.
Han thinks for a moment, then quickly nods; he is so desperate for you, he wouldnt resist anything you do at this point "y-yeah... leave marks...â before he finishes his sentence you nip and begin to leave purple hickeys on his neck.
âY-you know- an hickey is just- just a bruiseâŠandâŠand itâs caused by capillariesâs damage-â he let out a soft yet shaky moan â-that⊠causes your capillaries to leak bloodâŠand- and it doesn't have anywhere to go.â As soon as he finishes the explanation you laugh a bit.
Han just bites his lip, trying not to moan too loud.
âI want to hear you, sweetheartâ
Han lets out a shaky breath, and pulls you closer against his body. he leans down again to your ear, whispering to you "you're t-teasing me... i-i want you so bad...g-goddd...you dont know what you're doing to me...".
âGod- you are so innocent and cute as hellâ.
He is a bit embarrassed from your words but he couldnt help feeling excited, desperate and eager for your touch; he looks at you with a flushed face and pleading eyes before saying "y-you're making me feel t-things i've never felt before... i-i...".
You give him a quick kiss smiling âI want to make you feel goodâŠâ.
Han bites his lip, and he nods slowly "y-yes... please...i want more..." he pulls you against his body, his hands slowly starts to wander on your curves.
The intimacy starts growing between you two and you take off his hoodie with a quick movement, he lifts his arms to help you take his hoodie off fully, his body revealed right in front of you.
It was now, that you notice his slender yet firm and lean physique; His waist is small, you could almost wrap your hands around it and he had muscular and defined arms âyou are gorgeous sweetheartâ.
Han looks at you, his eyes slowly trailing down from your face to your body, examining you; he was clearly very attracted to you "y-you're the one who's gorgeous here... god i cant keep my hands off you...and- I donât know what to doâ.
âJust- undress meâŠâyou speak in a low tone.
He slowly pulls at the hem of your shirt and lifts it up, slowly taking it off for you; His face heats up as he took it off, revealing your body.
His eyes are focused on your curves, his gaze lingering on your exposed body; he touches your body slowly, his hands running up and down your sides, before wrapping his arms around your waist âgod- you are so pretty y/nâ.
You smile for his compliment before speaking again âwhat if i take off your pants..?â.
Han lets out a soft, shaky breathe, hearing your request. he looks at you in the eye with a mixture of pleading and excitement "m...mmh...yes, go ahead... p-please...".
You start to lower his pants and boxers and he lifts his hips slightly to help you with it. He is now naked in front of you, and visibly excited.
You bite down your bottom lip looking at him.
Hanâs breaths is becoming quicker and shaky and your reaction alone was driving him insane.
He gently cups your face in his hands, bringing you closer to him before looking in your eyes with a soft yet somewhat needy look; his other hand slowly rubbing your thigh "p-please... touch me more..." he pleads.
You start to rub you finger on his hard tip, hearing him curse a little just increase your excitement âshh, now⊠tell me what were you doing earlierâŠâ.
Han lets out a few shaky breaths, his head resting on your shoulder; it is almost as if he is using you to hide his flushed face "i-i... w-was thinking of you... and touching myself..âhe mumbles into your shoulder.
âReally..?â You smile a little hearing his words.
Han is still hiding his face, feeling really embarrassed and he slowly nods in response to your question, still clinging on to you tightly.
âI- i want to see you touching yourselfâŠâ you suddenly ask.
He lifts his head up, looking at you with a shy look and bits his lip.
He is hesitant at first but he nods slowly too worked up at this point and in desperately needs for some relief.
Han slowly lets go of you to lets you watch him; he leans back a bit on the bed, and slowly starts to touch his hard cock.
You just look at him with a smirk on your face; he makes an effort to keep eye contact, but he is way too shy for that.
You really want him, you canât help it âwant to feel you inside me⊠pleaseâ you almost plead and finish to undress yourself, pulling off your skirt and panties.
Han looks at you and let out a quiet moan; his tongue quickly came out to wet his dry lips "g-god you're so hot...".
You pull him on top of you and between your legs, again â... have you ever have sex hannie?â.
He is now basically laying on top of you, looking at you with a flushed face (he didn't expect to be on top so suddenly), but he quickly adjusts himself for comfort and he shakes his head slowly "no l haven't... I'm a v-virgin..." he admits.
âEhi- donât worry, l'm gonna help you a little ok?â you reassure him softly.
Han is thankful for your kindness and patience with him and he nods at your words, trying to keep a steady breath "okay... p-please help me..".
You rub his cock tip and position it in front of your cunt, guiding him.
He is getting really desperate now, he canât believe he is actually here, laying between your legs, about to lose his virginity.
Han bites his lip, his breaths shaky as he looks at you, then down at your body in front of him "please... c-can i-?" he pleads.
âY-yes- you..can moveâ you say in a whisper.
He takes a shaky breath, gripping the cushions for support; his dick pressing against your entrance, he looks up at giving you another kiss before slowly and gently starting to push inside.
You moan a little âyou- you ok..?â you ask.
Han lets out a shaky breath when he hears your moa, it sounds so good to his ears
he looks at you and nods "y-yeah I'm okay... just going slow".
He pushes his length in deeper slowly, taking in deep breaths as he feel himself being surrounded by your warmth walls.
It is all so new to him and it feel so good that he is almost losing it; Han looks at you, his eyes slightly closing from pleasured sensations.
âGood- you are doing so goodâŠâ you whine.
He smiles a bit; he was very nervous and he is glad to hear you say that "r-really..? s-should i keep going...?" he shyly asks.
âYes- please yesâŠâ.
Han is desperate now, and he is so eager to keep going to please you.
He begin to move in and out of you, the sensation was so new to him that he struggled to keep a steady rhythm; his breaths were quick and shaky, broken moans escaping from his mouth, not even trying to keep them under control.
You cup his face trying to kiss him not in a sloppy way.
Han immediately melts into your kiss, his hand coming up to hold your face as well. He is starting to lose himself in the sensations as he deepened the kiss, his tongue licking your bottom lip, entering your mouth.
âGod- Han you feel so good inside me.. want moreâ you moan between the kiss.
His pace slowly starts to get faster and "f-fuck... you are so tight- i- i just donât know how long i can lastâŠâ
Both your moans fill the room with him saying random pleas and begging words.
After a moment he reaches his orgasm right before you.
Han feels and hears you finish and itâs all so new to him and he is so overwhelmed by the pleasure, he canât control it and buries his face in your neck; he laid on top of you, feeling weak and exhausted from his orgasm.
After a few minutes he pulls out of you and lays down holding you against him.
âYou did so good sweetheart⊠really goodâ.
Han is still shaking a little from his orgasm, but hearing your praise put a smile on his face; he looks at you, with an almost exhausted but satisfied look on his face "r-really? b-but I finished so quickly...".
âEhi- donât worryâŠit was your first timeâ you say as you hug him tightly.
He lays his head on your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart. it was very soothing and relaxing, but he was also still feeling clingy, and didn't want to let go of you
âWhat about we go take a shower?Then I'll change the sheetsâ you suggest.
Han lifts his head and looks up at you with a needy look, he wants to stay as close to you as possible but nods âokay... but can we shower together? I don't want to let go of you yet..."
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Kinktober Day 18
Title: Cheat Day
Pairing: Personal Trainer! Bucky x Curvy!female reader
Tags/warnings: SMUT, semi-public sex, shower sex (slippery), self-consciousness, mentions of cellulite/stretch marks, a smidge of fluff bc I can't resist, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it!!), pet names (doll, baby), praise
Summary: You are a newbie to a gym and one of the regulars takes a liking to you and offers to help you on your gym journey. However, you notice that he's a lot more hands on than other trainers at the gym
Word count: 2.9k
A/N: maybe it should more aptly be gym buddy Bucky but alas... I had plans - I promise!! I might have to get my big fics out tomorrow rip me
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Warm Up
You hate, hate, hate HATE working out.
You hate the gym. You hate the way you look like a lost puppy and don't know which machine to use. You hate that you get so out of breath on a tread mill. You hate how your arms wobble when you lift weights.
And you hate that damn Stairmaster.
The only thing you love is perhaps how your deliciously thick thighs can support the heavy weights on the legs press like it's nothing. That would probably be it.
You take one of the last treadmills available, setting your bottle and towel down before fiddling with your earbuds. You're not really paying attention to the guy next to you; you're too focused on trying to get through your warm up.
You start at a walk. You're hair swishing as you lift it to your crown to tie with a hairband. The guy beside you picks up his pace and your eyes flicker over to him. And oh God. What a guy. He's tall and muscular, clearly a regular unlike yourself who makes every excuse under the sun to avoid the gym, with a mop of dark hair that's bouncing to his movements. He's barely sweating at a pace that would have you panting.
You don't realise you've been staring until he smiles at you, sticking his tongue out playfully, before going back to running.
You are red faced and almost trip over your feet. You need to focus. You turn your music up and eventually break into a light jog. After thirty minutes your gym buddy wipes down the machine and disappears to another section of the gym, flashing you a smirk and a wave has you watch him go.
His T-shirt has the logo of the gym of its back and for a split second you're wondering if you should book a session, before scolding your horny brain.
Workout. Focus on working out.
Arms
The next time you come to the gym, it's dark out. You'd spent the day in work and although you just wanted to go home and eat dinner, maybe have a glass (or three) of wine, you had made a promise to yourself to go and now you were here.
It was so much more peaceful at night. The blaring music was off and there was hardly anyone about. Suddenly, you loved your idea of coming here. You had little reason to be self-conscious with so few people around.
Today was arms and you were busy trying to hype yourself up using the bench press. Arms were the worst, just after cardio and you dreaded having to do this. Suddenly the thought of three glasses of wine didn't seem so bad.
Adjusting the weights either side of the bar, you slip under it, getting comfortable against the hard leather seat. You reach up and grasp the bar, straightening your arms and pushing the bar out of it's rest. Your arms wobble slightly, your arms bracing against the weight and you hadn't even managed one rep. Perhaps you'd done the weight wrong.
"Whoa doll!" A voice calls out and you strain your neck trying to look for the approaching footsteps. It's the guy from the other day. "You're gonna hurt yourself doing it like that."
"I - Uh-" you grip the handles, unsure if he wants you to let go or not, but you're palms are starting to sweat. "Okay."
He grins down at you, placing large, rough hands over yours and gently lifting the handles back to stationery position.
"Thanks." You sigh, rubbing your sweaty palms on your workout leggings. You glance up at him again, only to find you're eye level with his crotch and go beet red.
Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts.
The guy doesn't seem to notice. "I'm Bucky. I'm one of the trainers here."
"Y/N." You try and offer a smile but you're too focused on not thinking that his crotch his just right there.
"I've seen you round here once or twice before, um..." Bucky rakes a hand through his long hair. "You're new right? Have you thought about getting a personal trainer?"
You recalled almost tripping in front of him a week or so ago and flush red. Was it that obvious you weren't a regular? Unhelpful, mean thoughts fluttered through your head and you fought to push them away.
"That obvious, huh?" You smile sheepishly, finally sitting up on the bench.
"Very obvious." Bucky nods, still smiling at you. "You hadn't put the locks on the plates, they could have slipped and injured that pretty face."
Your eyes widen; you hadn't noticed the locks and were grateful Bucky was there to save you from injury... even if he was being a flirt about it.
Even if it made your heart flutter.
"Well, thankfully I have a hero to step in." You tell him playfully. "And about the personal trainer... to be quite honest, I don't think I could afford one right now."
You give him an apologetic shrug but he only smirks in response. "Good thing I'll help you for free. Consider it a free trial."
You eyebrows shoot up. Having someone around to motivate you and show you the ropes would be ideal, and especially if it was someone as handsome as Bucky, it may motivate you to come to the gym more often.
"Only if you're sure." You say cautiously, eyeing him. "I don't want you to lose out on work because you're helping me."
Bucky shrugs. "Hey, helping you is more important. I can just text you what days and times I'll be at the gym - if you're here the same time, then we can do some sets together."
You can't say no to that. His eyes brighten when you agree and exchange numbers before he runs you through how to correctly use the bench press, encouraging you and praising you even though you're red faced and drenched in sweat by the end of your set. But you feel fantastic.
If this was how your sessions with Bucky would be, maybe you'd have to consider saving up for more sessions.
Legs
Whichever the Bucky you saw the night he convinced you to take some sessions with him, didn't exist after that night.
The next few sessions with Bucky he'd been nothing but a hard ass, making your brows furrow with displeasure each time he taunted you. It spurred you to complete reps sure, but that wasn't the point. Quite frankly, you missed him being a little bit nicer and you missed the praise that came with it.
"It's false advertising," You huff mid-squat, shooting Bucky a glare. The more time you'd spent with him, the more confident you'd become at back talking him (even though you'd still complete all your reps). "If I'd have known you were going to be a drill sergeant, I wouldn't have agreed to this."
Bucky chuckles, eyeing your form as he stands with his big arms folded, sipping his water bottle. "And yet you finish every rep like a good little soldier." He teases back.
You scoff in response but your cheeks still grow warm. "Whatever."
After squats it was the leg curl machine. You're on your front, your quads under the foam cushions of the machines trying to push the bar against the curve of your ass but it's too heavy. Bucky is stood, as always, with folded arms watching you intently.
"Bucky, it's too heavy." You huff, letting your legs relax. "I need to put the weight down."
"No, you're doing it wrong." He chuckles. "May I?" He approaches, hands splayed.
You shrug, looking over at him with your chin in your palms. "Be my guest."
You still jump when you feel his strong hands on your thighs, moving them slightly wider. Your heart leaps into your throat and you could swear his fingers linger. His fingers are hot even through your gym wear and you're suddenly bashful when your head is filled with thoughts of another type of exercise you could be doing with Bucky. Again.
His hands trail to your knees slowly, bending them a little more before giving your calves a playful squeeze.
"Try now." He says quietly and you obey. The curl is a lot easier now, and the bar smacks your ass making it wobble.
"Oh, wow, OK." You chuckle bashfully. "Yeah OK you were right."
You catch Bucky smirking triumphantly but his eyes aren't on you; they're shamelessly glued to your legs and ass, watching you perform your reps.
Heat pools to your core and you quickly glance away. You have to be imagining it.
You have to.
Cardio
It had been about two weeks since you last saw Bucky and since you last visited the gym. You'd had a cold and then were so busy at work you couldn't find the time to drop by. You'd dropped Bucky a text to say you'd be out of commission but never explained why - and he'd not asked.
Sighing, you dumped your towel and water bottle next to the treadmill and began to walk. You'd come to the gym tonight for an escape. You hadn't wanted to text Bucky just in case he'd already be asleep but you itched to reach out.
The gym was a ghost town. Only the whirr of your treadmill echoed around the open space. You tried not to think about how you wished you'd bumped into Bucky or remember how he'd looked at you.
Maybe he's like that with all newbies...
That thought made your chest twist uncomfortably. You picked up your earbuds and shoved them in your ears, picking up your pace to a light jog.
So much for easing yourself back into it.
After an hour, you decide to call it quits.
It's 11pm and you just want to be back in your bed, hidden under the covers, away from the world.
You're on your way to the showers when you bump into a familiar face emerging from the men's changing room.
"Y/N?" Bucky
"Hey." You pause as he approaches, taking in the sight of his large biceps under the rolled up sleeves of his tee. "How've you been?
"Good. Long time no see. I thought I lost you."
You can't help yourself from smiling. "Oh no, can't keep me away from this place." You say sarcastically, making Bucky grin over at you.
"Really? Even miss me?" He teases softly.
"I don't miss you being a hard ass, if that's what you mean." You quip and Bucky scoffs. "But I have missed you."
Both of your gazes meet and the tension you'd been feeling over the last few weeks increases a hundred fold.
"So..." Bucky says slowly, barely breathing as he looks at you, not knowing which path to tread. "What are we doing tonight?"
"I've just finished," you say a little disheartened. "I was about to hit the shower."
"Can I join you?"
You both stare at one another. Buckyâs brain was expecting you to say your plan for your next set... not that you were going to shower. Mortified, redness bolts to his cheeks as he attempts to back track.
"I - I mean," he shutters and then coughs awkwardly. Your face is equally red but your eyes glimmer with want. "I thought - Uh- you were going to-"
"Sure," you say thickly.
Bucky's brain short circuits again and you give him that bashful smile that makes his heart stammer.
The women's showers are empty and after two minutes Bucky sneaks in behind you. As soon as the door closes, his strong arms pull you towards him, cupping your face before putting his lips on yours.
"Missed you too," he huffs, pulling his shirt off as you both fumble blindly for a shower booth. Bucky tugs at your gym clothes desperately as he kisses you, urging you to undress.
Your mind swims. He missed you too. He's kissing you senseless and you're sure that given the chance he'd rip your clothes from your body.
You peel away your clothes, pausing only to give Bucky more needy kisses in between layers. Bucky follows suit, discarding his sneakers, shorts and boxers into the pile next to your feet.
You feel a wave of self-consciousness as you take in Bucky's body; all muscle, toned and hard and utter perfection. Your eyes drop to your body; soft, squishable, with silvery zebra stripes running over your hips.
You hear Bucky suck in a short breath and you glance up through your eyelashes, smiling a little nervously. His blue eyes are transfixed on you as he closes the space between you. His fingers twitch as he reaches for you, desperate to feel your skin under his hands, but not knowing where he wants to touch first.
"Perfect," he murmurs, his hands ghosting over your hips, drawing you flush against him. His hands tighten their grip on your hips and you you gasp softly, feeling the hard heat of his cock brush against your thighs. One hand cups your face again, and Buckyâs head dips to kiss you slowly. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you open your mouth wider, letting Bucky kiss you with far more passion and severance than you'd anticipated.
You're lost in the kiss for what seems like an age; your fingers running through his hair as his hands explore your body, tracing each and every curve, groping at your breasts, hips and ass. You moan into his mouth, mimicking his actions, running your hands over his pecks and down his abs to his cock against your thigh. Bucky pants a curse as you pump him a few times, nipping along his jaw.
"Bucky," You whisper. "The shower."
"Right," he huffs. He pulls the shower door open and gestures for you to step inside first, following closely behind and pressing the on switch.
You gasp when cold water hits your back and Bucky chuckles, arms encircling your waist and moving in to latch onto your neck under the spray of now luke-warm water. Your arms attach themselves around his neck, half-hoisted as you spread your legs to allow Bucky to slot between them. You bite back a loud gasp when Bucky's hand slides between your legs, running along your slit finding your sweet bundle of nerves and drawing quick, tight circles.
"Bucky," you whimper into his neck, your your breathing hitching and hitching like the tightness in your core; rushing upward so fast you feel lightheaded.
"Cum for me doll, be a good girl and cum for me," Bucky sucks at your neck, groping at your tits with his free hand. You lean your head against the shower wall as you feel pussy clenches around nothing. Your fingers grip at Bucky's wet hair, gasping his name as you hang at the precipice of your orgasm. Without warning, Bucky plunges two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them inside you. Your orgasm crashes over you and you cum over his fingers with a wracked half sob.
Bucky's fingers are withdrawn as quickly as they're inserted, leaving you hollow and looking at Bucky pleadingly. He grins at you pecking your lips with a hasty kiss.
"'M sorry, doll. I promise to take my time next time but I need you so bad."
He lifts you with ease, pushing your back against the cool wall, wrapping his arms under your thighs and spreading them open. Wisps of steam rise from behind him as your eyes lock, his cock brushing against your slick folds only once before he slowly lowers you down onto him.
"Oh - oh - oh!" You moan as he breaches inch by inch, each time your walls contract around him, adjusting to his size. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your thighs shake with pleasure and you're utterly at his mercy as he starts to fuck up into you.
"That's it, baby." Bucky praises, littering your face with kisses. "You feel amazing on my cock."
You moan his name and kiss his lips hungrily, pulling yourself closer to him as he brings you to ruin again. Your pussy's grip is like a vice, milking him as you press yourself flush against him glassy eyes meeting his and Bucky can't take it any longer.
Bucky pants curses rutting into you before pulling out entirely and cumming over your stomach and thighs with a short groan. His cock continues to twitch, his cum slowly being washed away by the water save for the white, thick line that connects to your thigh. Bucky slowly lowers you to your feet and you lean against him for support, relaxing in the post-orgasm bliss and the heat of the water.
"I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid on you," he confesses, tilting your head up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.
"So have I," You admit with a soft chuckle. "Kinda wish we could have done that instead of you making me do squats."
"But you're ass looked good." Bucky teases, chuckling when you glare at him.
"So you were checking me out!" You smack at his bicep playfully and that earns you one of his boyish smiles.
"So? Besides, more importantly," His hands grasp your hips tightly, forcing you to be still. "Today's a cheat day and I wanna take you out."
"Take me out? At 11pm? What's even open?" You smile up at him and he only shrugs.
"Okay, fine, twist my arm. Breakfast it is." He kisses you again, this time lingering a moment before smirking deviously at you. "But first let's get you cleaned up."
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benefit part 2 - evan buckley x reader
part 1 here!
Buck wakes up with his nose pressed against your hair. Youâve slept at Buckâs multiple times, even shared beds once or twice, but he never realized just how clingy you are in your sleep. Half your body is on top of his: your head is tucked underneath his chin, your arm is splayed out over his bare torso, and your right leg is hooked over his left thigh, knee brushing up against his morning wood.
Buck likes this. The domesticity, the smell of you, your warmth; Buck could get used to waking up this way all the time.
Except, he thinks soberly, thatâs not what the two of you had agreed on. This was supposed to be just sex. But Buck has come to the belated realization that it could never be just anything with you.
âBuck? You awake yet?â, Eddieâs voice comes ringing through the loft from his front door. Buckâs eyes widen; he had completely forgotten that he made plans to get breakfast with him that morning. He looks at you, who had woken up to the sound. With an impressive quickness, you roll off and drop down soundlessly to hide under the bed in all your naked glory. Buck would have busted out laughing if he wasnât so scared that Eddie was going to catch the two of you together. Neither of you would hear the end of it if the rest of the team found out about your little arrangement.
Eddie makes his way up the loft stairs and gives Buck an unimpressed look over at his sleepy, shirtless form. Buck had had the sense to throw the covers over his legs to avoid flashing Eddie.
âHey Edsâ, Buck smiles weakly.
âMorning, sleeping beauty. You able to get ready in 5, at least? Iâm craving that breakfast burrito from Joeâs.â
âOh, yeah, yeah. JustâŠgo watch TV and Iâll be ready in a bit.â Buck says, desperately hoping Eddie doesnât look too closely at the fact that your bra was on the floor in the corner of the room.
Eddie nods, before saying, âMaybe we can text Y/N if she wants to join us too.â
Buck lets out a startled cough at your name, but Eddie already has his back to him, walking down the stairs. A few moments pass until Buck hears the sounds of Brooklyn 99 playing downstairs.
Buck leans over and peers down at you. You have an amused smile on your face, but Buck canât help but mouth, âyou okay?â
You nod, and give him a thumbs up. You gesture at your phone, which Buck hands over to you. He watches as you open up your notes app and type out 'go grab breakfast, Iâll let myself out and lock the door' before showing him the text.
Buck nods and walks to the bathroom, all the while wondering what the heck he got himself into.
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Eddie is talking about a project Chris has for his history class while chewing on his burrito. Buck is trying really hard to pay attention, but his brain keeps providing him with unhelpful flashes of last night. He thinks he might be hallucinating, because he can even picture you sitting down in front of him.
Wait, thatâs not a hallucination, you were actually here.
âHi guysâ, you smile, swiping a potato off of Eddieâs plate and popping it into your mouth, eyes sparkly and beautiful as usual. Buck is again met with a memory of last night, when you put something of his in your mouth.
Buck shakes his head, as if he can physically clear his mind from the memory. âUh, whatâre you doing here?â
âI knew you would forget so I sent her a text to join us while you were getting ready.â Eddie responds for you.
"Right, yeah." Buck nods quickly.
Eddie and you exchange glances. Buck was acting weird, weirder than normal.
While you order and promptly delve into a conversation with Eddie, Buck considers moving to another firehouse, one where he didn't have to see and work with his best friend that he was hopelessly in love with.
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"Hen, can I talk to you?", Buck stammers, when they're the only two seated at the firehouse dinner table one evening.
"Sure, what's up?" Hen asks, closing the textbook she was reading.
"I... I think I have feelings for Y/N." Buck admits.
Hen continues to stare at Buck expectantly, not a single difference showing in her face after Buck's admission. "Wait, that's it? That's not news to anybody, Buck."
Buck blinks at Hen. "What?"
"Buck, you've been gone for her since she started at the 118. You've had permanent heart eyes for that girl."
"No... we're friends! Best friends!"
Hen shoots Buck a patient look. "Chim and I are best friends, Buck. You and Y/N are in a different category entirely."
"Okay, fine, whatever. It's bad, Hen. We started sleeping with each other last week and -"
"What?!"
"She's so smart and beautiful Hen, and she makes the hottest sounds when-"
"Okay, ew."
"But she doesn't want to be in a relationship and I don't know how to act around her now that I know I have feelings for her and-"
"Alright Buck, breathe." Hen motions for Buck to inhale and exhale with her hands. Hen seems thoughtful for a second, before she asks, "how do you know she doesn't want to be in a relationship?"
"I don't think a relationship was what she had in mind. She suggested we have sex casually; that it wouldn't be weird 'cause we're friends."
"That... was a horrible idea."
Buck groans and puts his head in his hands. "Well, I know that now!"
Hen smiles softly, prying Buck's hands away to hold onto them. "Buck, we all knew that you were in love with her, but she looks at you the same way. I think you guys should talk to each other. You guys might be on the same page."
Buck looks at Hen's earnest, honest face. He wasn't entirely convinced, but he knows that he couldn't keep avoiding you or clamming up the way he did at breakfast. He needed to come clean.
And then promptly move.
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How They Became Attracted to You
(Characters): Al haitham, Ayaka, Kaeya, Chiori
(Synopsis): First meetings with the most popular or influential students at the academy
(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, reader is an artist, school au, reader is a transfer student, possible ooc Chiori, (if I missed something lmk)
(Word Count): 1.4k
(A/n): If you all like this then Iâll make a part two, just tell me which characters you want to see
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Al haithamđŠ
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The first and only one to best him in a test, a geometry test to be specific. He only came in at 99% while you come in at a perfect 100%
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At first refused to believe that a mere art nerd could get a better score than him and so with as much delicacy as a bull in a china shop Al haitham came up to you and asked you how you got your score
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Being randomly approached by the schoolâs smartest student you were very nervous and told him that you just did what you learned from class. Seeing that you wonât give him the answer he asks for you to tutor him which you agreed to go it, mostly because you were very nervous under his sharp gaze
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While tutoring it became apparent that you sucked at explaining things to him, donât get him wrong he already knows the material he just wants to know how and why you got a 100. As these sessions went Al haitham saw how your hands would glide across the paper, the delicacy almost amazed him
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Slowly but surely Al haitham realized that there was more to your shy exterior. You were sassy and quick witted, you could even match his intellect on many topics, he finds himself feeling that he on an equal level with you.
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Now he looks forward to your tutoring sessions, recently you two wonât do any tutoring just do your homework and talk about anything on your mind, the same mind that he finds so interesting and beautiful
đȘAyaka Kamisato đȘ
đȘ The two of you have seen each other in the hallway before and after classes. She would always see you with a sketchbook in your hands or drawing in it. You didnât take up too much real estate in her mind, the poor girl has too much going on as the daughter of the Kamisato family. That was until one day where Ayaka was leaving cram school and her chauffeur was stuck in traffic, she was approached by an older man
âWhatâs a girl like you doing out so late?â
âIâm leaving cram school, sir.â
âCram school? You kids work so hard, I can show you a good time.â
âUh, no thank you, sir.â
âCâmon, donât be so stuck up, live a little-â
âWhatâs the problem?!â
đȘ There you are, yelling at the top of your lungs, she can tell that youâre scared but you still yell drawing more attention to yourself and the creep in question. Once a lot of people are watching the scene the creep walks off leaving you and her alone
âAre you okay?â
âYes, I am. Iâm sorry that you had to step in.â Ayaka bows her head
âDonât worry, I saw that you were uncomfortable so I decided to step in. See you around.â You waved goodbye as you walked off and her chauffeur pulled up
đȘ Later Ayaka came to learn that you didnât know of the prestige that came with the Kamisato name. You came up and scared off the guy of your own volition, thinking that she was just an ordinary girl who needed to be rescued and that is what sheâll continue being to you
đȘ It wouldnât be hard since you two are in different grades, you being her senior by a year. You would both meet up in a quiet cafe you work at, she learned that it was your familyâs business and work there to help your family and to earn some pocket money. The two of you got so close that you even let her look through your sketchbook and Ayaka was amazed by your skills
đȘ When you offered to draw a portrait of her she jumped at the offer. So one day at your familyâs cafe you presented her a drawing of her. You drew her as a swordswoman dressed in traditional Japanese clothing and armor, she profusely thanked you and framed it the moment she got home
đȘ There are some nights where if she canât sleep mainly because of nerves sheâll take your drawing and look at it, thinking about you would quell her anxiety and give her the best of dreams. Just donât tell her brother, sheâs afraid heâll scare you off
âïžKaeyaâïž
âïž Is the complete opposite of his adopted brother, heâs known as the schoolâs flirt and a total playboy. He makes girls and guys alike go head over heels for him, and you, the new transfer student, is on his radar
âïž He lives for making innocent things like you into a flustered little mess. So when he sauntered over to you and threw his usual flirty remarks, he wasnât met with a sheepish face nor an oblivious one. No he was met with a look of disgust
âïž Without saying anything you walked away from him, leaving him bewildered. Did he do something wrong? Everyone falls for him. Refusing to take this laying down Kaeya decides to find out why werenât you under his spell
âïž And so he began to make an attempt to learn more about you, your likes and your dislikes, or your hobbies. At first you would just ignore him when he would try to strike up a conversation and after a few weeks he decided to make a deal with you
âAre you serious?â You asked
âDead serious. Weâll act as friends and if you still canât stand me in 2 months, then weâll stop. Does that sound good?â
âOnly if you promise to leave me alone after?â
âIf you still canât stand me.â Kaeya threw his signature smirk
âUgh fine! But no flirting!â
âI make no promises~â
âïž The two of you tried to act as friends, before it was awkward but soon you got used to his presence and you slowly began to come out of your shell, finally showing your true colors after about 3 weeks of âfriendshipâ
âïž Kaeya finds himself laughing at your jokes, actually laughing and not the fake laugh he would do when heâs trying to fuck somebody. Now Kaeyaâs heart thumps whenever you would laugh at something or wave at him in the hallway. Oh gods, is he in love?!
âïž He wishes he didnât have the reputation he has, he wants more than your body, he wants your heart
đȘĄChioriđȘĄ
đȘĄ The president of the sewing club. Chiori and her club members have made various designs, many of them for the theater group whenever theyâre putting on a performance. However the best designers have their slow movements, not being able to come up with any designs that are up to their standards. That is what plaguing Chiori
đȘĄ One day she finds a random sketchbook in the sewing club. Curiosity getting the best of the young seamstress she flips through the book, there she sees the most beautiful character designs, the obvious inspiration from big names like Chanel, Gucci, and Thierry Mugler, but the person who made these designs are unique to them. It all gives Chiori a surge of inspiration
đȘĄ Immediately she opens up her own sketchbook and begins drafting up some designs, some are amazing but others donât compare to the designs in the mysterious sketchbook she found. She must find the person who made this
đȘĄ She hears the door opening and when she turns her head, she sees you looking a bit embarrassed.
âUh, I left my sketchbook here, have you seen it?â
âYes, I have.â Chiori picks up the book and hands it to you. âI looked through it.â
âWait, what?!â
âAnd I like what I saw, can I make the designs in this book?â
đȘĄ So every Tuesday you would go to the sewing club and let Chiori bring life to your designs, the two of you would talk about various fashion styles and designers. Chiori is very impressed by your vast knowledge on how different styles and cultures arose, she might even say it rivals her knowledge (but she wonât)
đȘĄ The more time you two spend together the more Chiori likes you, she would look forward to your presence right next to her talking her ear off about your characters as she worked. Normally she would play music but the sound of you rambling is more than enough for her
đȘĄ In the privacy of her room Chiori would often find herself drawing up designs for wedding garments for her and yours wedding, she canât wait for the day you to call her âmy wifeâ
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Jaiania held her breath as she walked past Josh and his twin brother Jon. She kept her head down, hoping they didnât notice her walking by them. She absolutely did not want to have a conversation with either of them - especially Josh -. After their failed relationship and trainwreck of a breakup, she would rather play in traffic than have a conversation with him.Â
She almost made it past them without being noticed. âDamn girl you just gon walk right past us.â That was Jon. Jaiania forced a smile on her face and turned around to face them.Â
âOh, hey.â She said, keeping her eyes on Jon. âDidnât see you there.â She shrugged when he gave her a âyeah rightâ look. Josh crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes when he realized that she was trying her hardest to not look in his direction.Â
This is awkward she thought as she rocked back on her heels before pointing in the direction she was walking.Â
âI gotta go. Nice seeing you though,â She said to Jon, still ignoring Joshuaâs presence.Â
She hurried down the hallway feeling their eyes on her.Â
Jon turned to his brother once she rounded the corner. âLook at what you did,â He said, smacking Josh on his chest. Josh rolled his eyes.Â
âI ain't do shit. Come on, we gotta get ready.â Josh did not want to hear that bullshit. He was in the wrong just as much as she was but since everyone loved Jaiania he took all the blame.Â
Jaiaina groaned as she saw Jon and Josh walking her way a couple of hours later. This must be my lucky day, two times in one night, she thought bitterly. She could normally avoid Jon and Josh but they seemed to be everywhere she was today.
âCongratulations guys.â She said referring to the Smackdown tag team titles they had just won from Chad Gable and Jason Jordan.Â
âThank you, Jai,â Jon said, trying to give her a sweaty hug. She pretended to throw up and moved away from him. âIs your arm okay tho? That rinpost spot looked pretty rough.âÂ
âIâm totally fine.â Jaiaina lied. âLooked way worse than it actually was.â She said, smiling at him.Â
âYeet!â He said, making Jaiaina roll her eyes. âWe goinâ out to celebrate our big win tonight, you in?â Â
Jaiaina let her eyes cut over to Josh who thankfully wasnât looking at her. âUh. I canât. I have plans already.â That got Joshâs attention. He looked up from his phone and squinted his eyes at her. He wasn't normally one for gossip but he had heard some things about Jaiaina and another one of their co-workers recently.Â
âSo the rumors are true huh?â He said with a scoff. âYou move on fast.â Jaiaina cut her eyes back over to him and glared.Â
âExcuse me?â She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.Â
Josh sucked his teeth and narrowed his eyes at her. âYou heard me.âÂ
Jon let his eyes ping pong between the two of them. He knew he needed to stop them before they became explosive. âUce, come on. It ainât worth it. â Jon said trying to pull his brother along but Josh wasnât budging. âJosh, stop. Letâs go UceâÂ
âYeah, I think that's a good idea,â Jaiaina said as she rolled her eyes and turned to walk away from them. 6 months of silence and the first thing he said to her is something about some bullshit ass rumors?! PatheticÂ
âAnd then he had the nerve to talk about me moving on too fast,â Jaiaina said to Trinity and Carmella as they sat in the VIP section of a club. âI mean, he broke up with me. What does he care if I moved on or not.â She said as she downed another shot. Carmelle and Trinity shared a look but didnât say anything. âAnd what fucking rumors?!â She turned to her best friends. âYall heard rumors about me?â She let out a scoff and rolled her eyes when they both nodded.Â
âYeah, but we obviously don't believe it,â Carmella said.Â
âWhat's the rumor though?âÂ
Carmella shrugged and sipped her drink. âSomething about you and AJâÂ
Jaiaina's eyes widened. âAJ STYLES?!â She asked louder than necessary. âEw, what the fuck. Where did that fucking come from?â
 Carmella sighed. âOkay, here's what I know. Apparently, someone saw you and him leaving a hotel room together a couple of weeks ago.â
 Jaiaina scoffed and rolled her eyes. âDo these people know that heâs married and I would never do that to Wendy or his children?â She sighed. âAnd Josh knows that Allen was my mentor during my time in TNA.âÂ
âGirl you know how Josh is. Heâs being an ass because he misses you.â Trinity said and Jaiaina rolled her eyes. Â
âYeah well, he shouldnât believe rumors about me.âÂ
âAnd you miss him too, right?â Trinity questioned.Â
Jaiania rolled her eyes. âOf course I miss him, I never said I didnât.â
â Do you still love him?âÂ
Jaiaian took another sip of her drink before answering. âYes I still love him, but it is extremely obvious that he never did. We break up and the first thing he does is go fuck on one of our coworkers? Thatâs foul. Now every time I walk past that hoe she got a fucking smirk on her face that I wanna smack off. âÂ
Trinity and Carmella found themselves nodding along with Jaiainaâs statement. It was an extremely foul thing for Josh to do.Â
âI still donât know what possessed him to do that. âÂ
âI do.â Jaiaina rolled her eyes. âHe been wanting to fuck Dasha. Surprised he didnât do it while we were dating.âÂ
Trinity rolled her eyes at her friend. âJosh may have been an asshole but we all know he wouldnât cheat on you.âÂ
Jaiaina hummed as she took a sip of her drink. She then eyed her friend. âShouldnât you be out celebrating with your husband?âÂ
âOh, about that.âÂ
Jai narrowed her eyes at Trinity before letting out a gasp. âYou didnât !âÂ
âIâm sorry! I know we already planned this girl's night and I didnât wanna flake on y'all.âÂ
Jai scoffed and turned towards Carmella who was already looking at her with guilty eyes.Â
âI invited Corey too.âÂ
Jaiaina had to stop herself from throwing a temper tantrum. âYou guysâ she whined. âGirls night mean just girls.â She pouted.Â
Trinity and Carmella burst into laughter. âWeâre sorry! But look, we can have a girl's night once we go back to Florida. Just us.âÂ
âFine,â Jaiaina said, still pouting. Just as she was about to take another sip of her drink, Jon, Josh and⊠Dasha fucking Jackson. Jaiaina scoffed and adverted her eyes from the couple.Â
âIâm sorry,â Trin whispered as stood and greeted her husband and Corey purposely ignoring Josh and Dasha. Carmella did the same and Jaiania couldnât have been more grateful for her friends.Â
Donât let it get to you, Donât let it get to you. She repeated in her head as Dasha made a point of showing she was Joshâs girl now by placing a kiss on his lips. Once Dasha looked in her direction, Jaiaina stood from her seat and walked over to the bar. The drama was something she did not need nor want tonight.Â
She let out a heavy sigh as she leaned against the bar. She had successfully gone months without being in the same space as Josh because it hurt. It hurt to look at him and not be with him. She said some foul things the day they broke up and so did he, but she never expected him to literally go and fuck another woman THE SAME NIGHT.Â
âCâmon, you too pretty to be frowning.â Jaiaina had to stop herself from swinging on the slimeball that just slithered his way next to her. She turned her head to the side to face him and he smiled thinking he got her attention. She cringed at the food he had stuck in his teeth.Â
âThank you,â She said referring to the compliment. âBut, uh no thanks.â She said referring to his advances. The bartender set down her rum punch, Jaiaina grabbed the drink and tried to walk away but the guy grabbed her arm.Â
âDonât be fucking rude.â He scoffed. âYou didnât even ask me my name.âÂ
âThatâs cause I donât wanna know your name!â She said, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp. Just from how tight his grip was, she knew she was going to have a bruise. âLet go of me!âÂ
âDonât be such a bitch!â He spat at her, Just as Jai was lifting her knee to hit him in his balls, he was forcefully grabbed, which caused him to release her arm.Â
âThe fuck is you doinâ?!â Â
Jaiaina let out a gasp as Josh pushed the slimeball down to the ground. By now, more than half of the bar had turned their attention to them. âDonât put yaâ fucking hands on her like that. Fuck is wrong witchu?!âÂ
Slimy McSlimerson tried to kick his feet at Josh but Josh sidestepped them and then kicked slimeball in his face, knocking him onto his back. Slimy let out a groan as he started to hold his now broken nose.Â
âYou alright?â The bartender asked coming around the bar and taking Jaiâs arm in his hands, inspecting it. âYou want me to call the cops?âÂ
Josh gently pulled Jaiaina away from the bartender, making him drop her arm. Jaiainaâs eyebrows furrowed together as Josh wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, tucking her into his side. âNah, we good,â Josh said eyeing Slimy on the ground. Josh was tempted to knock Slimyâs teeth down his throat but decided against it as he led Jai out of the club and into the night's cool air.Â
Jaiaina said nothing as she let Josh lead her outside. She momentarily allowed herself to lean into his familiar touch before remembering their current situation. âIâm fine now.â She said, taking another step away from him. âYou can go back into the bar.âÂ
âAnd leave you out here?â He asked. âBabâJaiaina, you shaking.âÂ
âOkay, so send Trin or Mella out here. Go back inside.â Josh sucked bus teeth and pulled off his black bomber jacket he was wearing and handed it to her.Â
âJust take the damn jacket JaiâÂ
âI donât want your damn jacket, Joshua. And I damn sure didnât need your help back there. I had it.â
Josh scoffed and grabbed her arm, making them both look down at the purple bruise that was forming. âYeah okay.â He snorted. He hated that she was so stubborn. âYou can hate me all you want Jaiaina. But if you gonâ wait out here in the damn cold, take the damn jacket.âÂ
Jaiaina huffed and snatched the jacket out of his hands. âHappy?â She asked with a sarcastic smile and she slid her arms into the jacket.Â
âVery.â Just as he said that the side door to the bar opened and her group of friends and Dasha spilled out. Dasha eyed the jacket and then narrowed her eyes at Josh, who was still looking at Jaiaina.Â
âGirl! Are you okay?!â Trinity cried out as she and Leah rushed over to their best friend. Jai broke eye contact with Josh and turned her head towards her friends.Â
âIâm fine. Just some weirdo who doesnât understand the meaning of No.â Â
Trinity, being the emotional drunk wrapped her arms around Jaiâs head and pulled her down, so Jaiâs head was resting on her breast. âIâm so sorry I wasnât there to help you friend.â She whispered as a few tears slipped down her face. Jon and Josh sucked their teeth.Â
âMan, Trin get off her.â Jai let out a soft laugh as Jon pulled Trinity away from her.Â
âDid I ruin the mood? Or can we go back in?â Jaiaina asked.Â
âHell no! You didnât ruin the mood! Câmon!â Leah said as she grabbed Trinityâs and Jaiainaâs hands and started to lead them inside.Â
âActually. Iâm not in the party spirit anymore⊠Weâre gonna head back to the hotel. Dasha said as she walked over to Josh. Jaiaina hated the way her heart tightened in her chest. Jaiaina watched as Dasha slipped her hand into Joshâs, her fingers curling around his in that intimate, effortless way that people who were in love did.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to stay for a bit longer?â Josh asked, his voice soft but laced with that familiar warmth Jaiaina had once loved.
Dasha's hand tightened around his. âIâm sure. Come on, letâs go.â There was a finality to her words that Jaiaina couldnât ignore.
Jaiainaâs chest tightened. It shouldnât hurt this much. It shouldnât hurt at all.
She and Josh had broken up for a reasonâno matter how hard it had been. She told herself she was over it. Jaiaina forced herself to look away from the couple.Â
âI think I'm gonna head back too. I forgot I have an early flight to Birmingham in the morning.âÂ
Birmingham? Josh arched his eyebrow at the mention of Birmingham. He knew there was only one reason why she was going there, which meant she lied to Jon earlier when he asked about her arm.Â
Trinity and Leah shot her playful glares, but their smiles quickly softened into teasing hugs. After making Jaiaina promise to hang out once all three of them were in Florida, Jon, Trin, Leah and Corey walked back inside the bar.Â
Jaiaina stood there awkwardly. She pulled her phone out of her clutch and ordered an Uber. She could feel Josh and Dashaâs eyes on her.Â
âOh, your jacket,â Dasha said as their Uber pulled up.Â
âShe can keep it. Itâs cold as hell out here Baby.â Baby.. just hearing that Josh had a nickname for Dasha made Jaiaina sick to her stomach. Â
âItâs fine..â Jaiaina trailed off as she took the jack off and handed it back to Josh. âI should have brought out my own coat.âÂ
âYeah, you should have.â Dasha scoffed and snatched the jacket out of Jaiâs hands.Â
Be the bigger person Jaiaina thought, donât beat this bitchâs ass.Â
âCâmon man, you ain't have to snatch it,â Josh muttered as he walked towards the Uber. Dasha rolled her eyes and stomped after him.Â
âWell, why did you give her your jacket? Could have let the hoe freeze for all I care.âÂ
Jaiaina gritted her teeth as the door to the Uber slammed shut and they drove away. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the deep breathing exercises her therapist told her to do. Forcing herself to take slow, deliberate breaths in and out. In through the nose, out through the mouth...
It didnât work. Not this time.
Dasha was so lucky that Jaiaina actually enjoyed her job, cause Jai would have BEEN beat her ass by now.Â
Jaiainaâs head had barely hit the pillow before three sharp, rhythmic knocks echoed through the room. Her stomach twisted into knots at the sound of the knocks.Â
There was only one person in the whole world that knew three was her safe number. Sighing, she threw the covers off of her, grabbed her pink Versace robe, and opened the door.
âWhy did you lie to twin earlier?â Jaiaina blinked.Â
What?â she scoffed, a quick laugh escaping her. âWhat are you talking about?â
âEarlier, Jon asked about your arm. You said you were fine but you not. Why you going to Birmingham in the morning.âÂ
âWhat I have going on in my life doesnât concern you anymore Joshua,â Jaiaina said firmly, trying to shut down the conversation before it could go any further.
âDonât do that.â He muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. âDonât act like you werenât a major part of my life.âÂ
âI was. Not anymore Joshua. Go back to Dasha and leave me alone.âÂ
Joshâs jaw tightened as he took a deep breath trying to compose himself. âLook, I know ââÂ
âNo,â Jaiaina said as she started to shake her head. âIâm not doing this with you.â Josh looked confused as she started to close the door in his face, at the last second, he put his foot in between the door and the fame. Jaiaine huffed as he easily overpowered her and gently pushed her away from the door.Â
She stomped over to the bed and threw herself down on it, while Josh shut the door behind her and went to sit in the armchair that was placed between the bed and the window.Â
âJosh, it's been six months since we last talked. Letâs just go back to that.âÂ
âI donât want to. I fucking miss you Jaiaina.âÂ
Jaiaina laughed making Josh scoff.Â
âThe hell so funny?âÂ
âYOU!â She exclaimed as she jumped from the bed and pointed at him. âYou think you can just come swoop in like some type of Superman after what you did?! Fuck off, Joshua!âÂ
âJai, I know I said some fucked up shit but -âÂ
âSaid?! No nigga. It's about what you did!â She cut him off. âThe fact that you fucked that bitch the same night we broke up was foul as hell Joshua!âÂ
âWoah!â He called out, jumping to his feet. âI ain't do no shit like that. Fuck is you talking about.âÂ
Jaiaina let out a humorless laugh. âYeah okay.â She said mockingly with a roll of her eyes. âThe bitch already told anybody who would listen. The same night you walked out of our hotel room, you went to her! And you fucked her.â Jaiaina couldnât hold it back anymore, the tears that threatened to spill since the bar came flowing down her face.
"Jai, I swear to you, that's ainât what happened," Josh said, his voice low and urgent. He took a step towards her, but Jaiaina backed away, shaking her head.
âDonât Joshua. Just leave.âÂ
âHell no. Iâm not going anywhere. I lost you once, Iâm not doing It again.âÂ
Jaiaina childishly covered her ears. âIâm not listening to any of the bullshit you are spewing tonight Joshua!â She uncovered her ears and narrowed her eyes at Josh. âOkay let's just say, you didnât have sex with her the same night. Youâre still with her now! And donât deny it, I heard you call her baby.â When Josh didnât deny it, Jaiaina felt her heart break even more. âPlease just go. Go back to your girlfriend and go back to ignoring me.â She whispered as she lowered her eyes to the ground.Â
Jaiaina heard him sniffle but she didnât lift her head to look at him. âI never wanted to hurt you Jai.â Jaiaina didnât say anything back, she didnât have anything to say. She was exhausted. She just wanted to go to sleep and forget all about Josh by the morning.Â
Josh sighed and started walking towards the door, the silence between them was too much. It was suffocating. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to make things right. But he didnât know how. With one last glance at Jaiaina, he turned and walked out the door.Â
As soon as the door shut, Jaiaina broke down, she covered her mouth with her hand to try and hide her sobs. Outside, Josh leaned against the closed door, his forehead pressed against the cool wood. He could hear Jaiaina's muffled cries through the thin barrier, and each sob felt like a knife twisting in his gut. He wanted nothing more than to burst back in, to take her in his arms and explain everything. But he knew she wouldn't listen, not now.
April 18th 2017
Birmingham, Alabama
Jaiaina knew it was stupid to go through this surgery alone, but WWE provided the best doctors so she knew she was in good hands.Â
Waking up from surgery was a feeling she would never get used to. She let out a groan at the dull ache in her right shoulder and immediately she heard someone shh her and place a straw at her lips. The comforting sensation of the water helped clear some of the haze, but as she blinked her eyes open, the shock of who was sitting next to her hit her like a ton of bricks.
âI gotchu, relax.âÂ
âWhat are you doing here?â She whispered, her voice scratchy and weak from the anesthesia.
âMaking sure you alright and not alone.âÂ
âJosh please ââÂ
He shushed her again. âI broke whatever I had with Dasha off. Imma be truthful and say that yeah, I got with her to fuck with you after I heard the rumor about you and AJ but, I did not have sex with her that same night. To be honest, I never had sex with her, I havenât had sex with anybody since you.âÂ
Jaiainaâs jaw dropped open. She didnât know how to respond to that. She had spent the past six months hating Josh because she thought he was a slimy asshole. She didnât know how to feel right now.Â
âJosh I-â She started,Â
âIâm not asking you to forgive me, Jaiaina,â Josh continued, his voice soft but firm. âNot right away. Aight? I know I messed up, and I know itâs not gonna be easy. But Iâm willing to work this out, but only if you want to.â
Jaiaina stared into his eyes, no matter how hard she tried she would never get rid of the love she had for this man. It was a big relief to finally hear the truth about the night that they broke up but he still hurt her by ignoring her for six months.Â
âPlease.â He whispered. âI always seen you in my life. Always seen you as the mother of my kids. Just give me one more chance.âÂ
Jaiainaâs breath caught in her throat. This was the most vulnerable she had ever seen him in the three years they had dated.Â
âOkay,â She whispered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. âBut I swear on everything I love, this is your LAST chance.âÂ
Josh's face lit up with a mixture of relief and hope. He gently took Jaiaina's hand, careful not to disturb the IV line. âI promise you, I won't mess this up again. I love you too damn much.âÂ
Jaiaina stared at him for a second before a small smile came across her face. âI love you too.âÂ
Authors Note: I'm sorry if this sucked đźâđšđ«
I've had this halfway written for about a year and just decided to say fuck it and finish it. I really do hope you all enjoy it! â€ïž
Side Note:
Jaiaina had torn rotator cuff.
Josh definitely bribed and threatened an intern to tell him what was wrong with Jaiaina LOL!
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Hi girl i love your work sm,
would you be able to do one with marc bernal and heâs really touchy with the reader and heâs just obsessed with her and has to be near her all the time
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For Lovers â Marc Bernal.
Pairing: Marc Bernal x Fem!Reader
Summary: Marc wonât leave you alone, you donât really mind.
Word Count: 700+
Disclaimer/s â Just tooth-rotting fluff, uh. Freak yeah.
A/N: Thank you so much!!! I love you and I loved this request. BOOOOM SHAKALAKA. YES GAAAAWD. IâM SICK.
The night was going smoothly. Youâd invited Marc over for a night in, something you two often liked to do. With him having to practice and travel, you would take whatever time with him you could get.
Lifting your head up and off his chest, youâre met with a disappointed groan. âWhatâs wrong now?â
âYouâre moving. Whyâre you moving?â He asked.
âYouâre not bored?â Your tone was confused. All you guys were doing was watching movies. How was he not at all bored? âLetâs make some food?â
Food. Okay, he could eat. âYeah, letâs do that.â And with that, he reluctantly releases his hold on you and moves to stand, his hands not wanting to be off you for long. When he helps you to your feet, his hand rests on the small of your back for whatever reason. This was your house; he didnât necessarily need to guide you, well, anywhere.
Once you both enter your kitchen, you open your refrigerator and glance at whatever ingredients you spot first, hoping that the second you lay your eyes on something, a recommendation will pop into your mind. Thatâs what you always did.
Thankfully, it does! Itâs simple, but it could work. âSo! How does a quesadilla sound? Is that good?â
âMhm,â Marc hums, his gaze trained on yours like he was following your every move. It makes you nervous. You know you should be used to it by now, although you donât think you ever could be.
Taking out everything needed, you switch on the stove, your body turning to face him while you wait for it to heat up. âWhatâs next on our list? We could start a show and only watch it when weâre together. I have a bunch that we could start.â
The boy tilts his head. âYeah? Tell me about them, then we can choose,â he says, leaning against the counter. Again with the eye contact. Oh⊠okay.
âWellââ you found yourself unable to even start under the intensity of his gaze, and you swallow. âCan you, uh, can you grab the cheese for me?â
He doesnât answer you, but he follows through with your request. Thatâs when you start to speak. âOh, wait! We can watch âOuter Banksâ! Have you heard of it? About the treasure and all that?â
Yes, he has. You seem excited to talk about it, so he finds himself shaking his head no. Setting the cheese down next to the stove, heâs already by your side, his hand finding yours on the countertop, fingers drawing shapes. The first being a heart. Then, he flickers his gaze to yours, watching how you talk about how the show has been on your âmust watchâ list for a year, you just never had the chance to go through with it.
âMarc? Are you even listening to me?â You laugh.
Thatâs when he blinks. How long have you been finished explaining? âYeah. Yes. Letâs watch.â
âPerfect! Just give me, like, ten minutes. You can go sit down if you want. What drink would you want? Look in the fridge and let me know, âKay?â
âIâll wait. I can wait for you,â he shrugs. âTell me more about the show. Or is that all you know?â
âThatâs all I know. We can talk theories about it?â
The sound of his laugh is like music to your ears, tugging the corners of your lips into a soft smile. You donât know why heâs laughing. âHow can we talk theories if neither of us have watched it?â
Your eyebrows pull together at that, and suddenly youâre frowning. âFine. Letâs talk predictions?â
âLetâs talk predictions. How about you start," Marc suggests. Of course, heâd want you to start. You just never really know why. Not that you were complaining or anything, though.
To him, it was just so he could hear your voice. Yes, he listened. He always listened. The fact that he could listen to you ramble on and on for probably hours and still be able to repeat and ask questions made you want to do nothing but tell him how deeply in love with him you were.
And heâd want nothing more than to do the same.
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Umm... Alastor?
I think your (not) child heard what you said.
Anon asked:
Please, I beg you! đđ»
Even if itâs not canon to your storyline, could we please see a moment where Alastor realizes what he says is overheard by Drift and he comforts him in his own way and tells him that when he says those things heâs never including Drift in those statements?
Like if Vox is a special case to him about companionship and men overall, then Drift is his exception to not liking children/not wanting sons?
Anon asked: Ahem! Ahem, Ahem! Alastor... You Bollocks... Drift... Is... There... He heard what you just said
Anon asked: Okay, I feel like with all the gender-bending questions this should be asked. How would Alastor and Drift's relationship be affected if Drift was a little girl instead of a little boy?? It feels like Vox and Drift would probably stay the same, because Vox is Vox and just doesn't really care, but Alastor is, uh, very vocal about his dislike of little boys and guys in general, and how much he wants a little girl.
Oh boy, you guys really want that talk, huh? Alright I guess:
Alastor mightâve liked him better, been gentler, if he was a little girl. Heâs always nicer to girls.
But yeah, I donât think he appreciated the comments Al.
Also, as an aside, most asks events are non canon, unless the guys are talking about something in their past, something fact about themselves, or they don't address the forth wall ;)
Thanks for all the asks!
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Fresh Out of Luck (Lucky Boys 2)
âSoâŠuh Hood? Are you okay?âÂ
Danny could feel the flood of fond exasperation that swept through the man across from him and he finally let his muscles loosen.Â
The man may have been stand-up enough to pull him from electrified waters but that didnât always mean much. Â The fact that he seemed closer to laughter than anger after a pretty intense, if short-lived, fight was definitely a point in his favor.Â
Maybe now that theyâd sized each other up Danny could just slink out of this guys haunt without any further problems.Â
I mean, he had a lot of problems actually, but this could be one less.Â
Maybe?Â
Possibly?Â
As he struggled to regain his footing Danny felt the other man's full attention settle back on him.Â
Absolutely everything throbbed on his body as he got back up.Â
The fall and the electric shock would have been enough for him to retreat to his core even a year ago. He was tougher now, more used to pain. So he was up and on his feet even though it was nearly the last thing he wanted to do. If the ground had been just a little softer or the man across from him had been just a little less scary Danny would have stayed face-planted right where he was. Â As it was, one of his feet dragged behind him a little as he started to stumble away.Â
Ow.Â
Ow.Â
Ow!Â
Behind him the man cleared his throat pointedly and Danny turned his head just enough to see him out of the corner of his eye.Â
âIâm fine O; but weâll need some sort of medical assistance for ourâŠvisitor.âÂ
Danny didnât even try to hold back the rumbling bass of the growl that erupted from his chest.Â
Like hell.Â
The other man.Â
Hood?Â
Raised an eyebrow at him and after a breath of thought seemed to purposefully push a little hesitant reassurance towards him.Â
Dannyâs nostrils flared wide and on the exhale he pushed out a wisp of frosty air.Â
Which hadnât happened before when Hood had sent emotions his way.Â
This was the first time it seemed intentional though.Â
As though heâd put some effort into it rather than an instinctual response.Â
Which, if this was the manâs first time meeting another ghost-adjacent person, was pretty impressive.Â
More than just a very, pretty face whatever he was.Â
But Danny had learned his lesson about being led around by pretty people who were able to beat the shit out of him without breaking a sweat.Â
Danny relaxed his grip on his solid form and felt the dim shadows of the sewers recede just a little bit more as his skin started to glow. His legs merged together into his tail and he let himself start to float into the air with, if not ease, at least long practice.Â
Hoodâs eyes widened a little at the transformation but didnât budge an inch. Â Instead, he let his head fall back a little against the wall deliberately making himself look more relaxed and less threatening. Danny may not be able to speak because of the muzzle but his derisive snort spoke volumes. Hood held his hands up in silent surrender.Â
âOkay. Fine. No hospital or anything. But we can help you with the muzzle at least. See about getting that off your face.âÂ
Danny snorted again and this time he let himself float back up towards a thin sliver of night sky that he could see. It wouldnât be wide enough for his shoulders but the plastic would fit through easily enough through the small gap.Â
The manâs voice was fading but he could still feel the surge of worried aggravation when he said.Â
âFine. Have it your way.âÂ
Whoever O was hadnât had any sort of audible reaction to what Hood had said so they probably had cameras along with the other equipment that the man was packing. So at least two people in this strange new world had already seen his face and what the GIW had done to him.Â
It took a little bit of wriggling, and the painful stretch of the plastic muzzle compressing on his face but Danny managed to slide back onto the streets.Â
Cameraâs didnât tend to work too well around him but the tech from this world might be different.Â
So with another shuddering effort Danny managed to make himself go invisible and intangible.Â
From what he had seen while he was falling from the crumbling portal he had landed in a sizable city.Â
The stars were all wrong and he couldnât quite grasp where he was in relation to where he had been.Â
Did this Earth even have the same number of continents?Â
Countries?Â
Not that it really mattered.Â
There was no going back to the life (HA!) that he had had before.Â
Wherever he had landed, it looked rough.Â
A lot of the streetlights had been smashed, leaving deep pools of darkness that Danny purposefully skirted around.
Even if the only thing that was still visible was the muzzle he didnât need anybody trying to grab onto his face.Â
He flitted through the back alleys ignoring the deals for both drugs and bodies that were going on around him.Â
Everything looked as consensual as it could be and he didnât see any kids involved.Â
Frankly, at that point he considered it none of his business.Â
He was also just tired.Â
Most of the buildings looked like they were occupied; with the occasional spot of warm flickering light from a television. But any city of even moderate size was going to have abandoned buildings. It took him a little while but Danny finally found what looked like an abandoned apartment building. Most of the windows had been smashed and the front door was hanging off of a single hinge at an angle that suggested it had been pushed inwards forcefully.Â
Danny cautiously floated up a couple of stories and peered in through a few windows. Â He could see the occasional sleeping bag and the small stashes of supplies that some of the city's homeless had left there but between the police tape and the blood stains Danny figured something violent had happened here.Â
Violent enough to keep all but the most desperate of people out of the building.Â
Perfect.Â
The building was steeped in death and when Danny put a cautious hand on the bricks he could feel the treacle creep of the ectoplasm that inundated the porous surfaces.Â
He carefully maneuvered the muzzle through the shattered remnants of wood from a boarded off window.Â
The rest of his body slipped through the boards with no issue.Â
The apartment had never been anything glamorous.Â
Wall to wall carpeting in a shade that may have been beige but now had a noxious undertone of green from the mold and the water damage. The wallpaper had once had fat yellow roses peppering the wall in inconsistent rows, mismatched now where the sun had faded the once bright colors. Â
Danny took in a deep breath of decay, it felt just like home.Â
Danny let himself relax back into visibility as he scanned the room in front of him.Â
There were water stains creeping up the drywall, heaviest around the window and in the corners leaving the once cheerful wallpaper peeling up and bubbling.Â
He let himself spin around for a moment taking it all in.Â
Not a single piece of rubble was anything even close to white in color.Â
No medical equipment.Â
No weapons, ecto or otherwise.Â
Danny let out a low rumble of pleasure.Â
Perfection.Â
Heâd go out and scavenge some blankets.Â
See if he couldnât cobble together some sort of generator.Â
He had never been the brains of the family, but he was no lightweight when it came to cannibalizing what someone else had already built.Â
Danny dragged the remains of a moth-eaten comforter into the darkest corner of the living room and let himself fully curl up onto it with a heavy sigh. Thin lines of ectoplasm started slowly leaking up out of the floor and made a beeline for his chest. When he finally dropped off to sleep Danny felt better than he had in years.Â
When Red Hood slipped onto a rooftop across the road the stranger didnât even twitch.
Pulling a small pair of binoculars out of one pouch, he also pocketed a small handheld device that was connected to the tracking device he had managed to slip into the folds of the black rubber hazmat suit the other man was wearing.
Whatever he was, and however he turned invisible the tracker had worked fine.
Wherever Jason might have been expecting this strange visitor of Gotham to go it certainly wasnât here.
Crime Alley was one thing.
This building though was even more decrepit than the usual.
Thereâd been a mass murder at some point in the early aughts.
Nothing too noteworthy.
For Gotham anyways.
A drug deal gone wrong, amped up with some of the fear toxin that the Scarecrow specialized in.
Red Hood had managed to keep most of the homeless clear of the old apartment building just in case.
Heâd funded several halfway houses in the Narrows and tried to keep everyone at least marginally housed and fed.
One thing about his little empire, Jason had no end of odd jobs that he was able to offer to anyone that needed some help to get back on their feet. Heâd been deep in the weeds of getting a rehab facility set up for the last several months. Getting funding hadnât been the biggest problem; if Bruce was good for nothing else he was at least usually willing to throw money at a problem.
He had also given all of his children a thorough education in business and whatever else they were interested in.
Finding good, i.e. non-villainous, counselors was proving to be tough though.
Nearly everyone with a higher education in Gotham seemed to be on a watchlist of some sort.
Anyone with common sense and a Masters degree tended to abandon the smog-filled skies as soon as they were able to graduate.
Hood didnât feel like he was being particularly picky either.
He sincerely didnât care about any sort of non-violent criminal history and even then it definitely depended on the circumstances.
A spouse beater wasnât going to get into the Narrows to profit off of his little growing empire.
A girl that had killed her rapist on the other hand.
Well.
Some people got exactly what they deserved in death.
No matter what Batman thought.
Tossing his hair out of his face Jason finally knelt down to take in what he was seeing.
Oracle was quiet too.
Heâd turned on the recording when heâd slipped into the sewers and hadnât felt the need to turn it off since.
He had heard the gasp of outrage that had slipped out when she had seen the other manâs face.
Whoever had done that to him; it was malicious.
Torture on a human rights level, even if he wasnât technically human, wasnât going to be tolerated by any Bat or Bird.
âWeâre going to need to figure out who did that to him.â
Oâs voice was grim and Jason gave a grunt of agreement.
Tilting his head, Jason watched the throbbing glow of the Lazarus water as it seeped into the manâs chest.
He wasnât going to lie, at least not to himself, that was spooky as shit.
âIâm not familiar with whatever tech or magic this guyâs got going on but Iâd say heâs probably ingesting the Lazarus water to help with his injuries.â
Jason kept quiet.
Oracle was only marginally talking to him.
She was typing quickly; looking for commonalities.
Clues as to what the hell was going on with their newest visitor.
Jasonâs voice was the barest whisper but he knew that the microphone would pick it up.
âHow is he even collecting it? Iâve never seen the waters in this quantity in Gotham and he seems to be pulling it out of thin air.â
âIâm not picking up any sort of machinery or tech. The only metal Iâm picking up is localized around his face. You tussled with him. Notice anything noteworthy?â
Jason bit his lip to hold back a bark of laughter.
Tussled.
Like they were kids on a playground.
Like the guy in front of him hadnât managed to literally rip his helmet off of him in pieces.
At least Dick had finally managed to convince him to remove the bomb that he had stored in it for a while.
That would have been an interesting way to go out.
âYouâve been unusually quiet even for you. What are you thinking?â
âThat he sets off the Pit.â
Oracleâs gasp was bitten off but Jason still heard it.
He ignored it though and plowed on.
âNot. Not in the same way that Iâm used to.â
Less blinding rage and more. Jason wasnât sure if he could explain it to anyone.
They knew about the rage that seemed to envelope him.
It didnât always have a trigger; just came out of fucking nowhere to ruin his goddamn day.
Sometimes though.
Sometimes it was worse.
The scrape of metal on concrete seemed to be a pretty consistent one.
Green flooded his vision and he could feel that seemingly endless well of rage start to rise in his chest.
If he was in the manor or the cave he always tried to keep well away from everyone.
Jason didnât know what he would do to himself if he somehow managed to hurt Alfie.
That strange feeling of fear mixed with curiosity had seeped through him like a warm mist.
A hiss from a frightened animal not a roar of intimidation.
Not a hint of malicious intent; even after that frankly epic blow to his mask.
The Pit had risen to meet it, enraged and tinted with his own fear, and then had paused.
Writhing in his chest like a physical being.
Like a heart attack made of magic.
And then.
A feeling he had never felt before.
A deep rumbling purr of recognition.
All of this in the span of moments while he had watched the other man try to catch his breath.
All of it a silent undertone that felt like an alien language that he had never heard before but that made perfect sense.
âI canât explain it. Iâve never experienced anything like it before.â
âCan you make a comparison? It doesnât have to be perfect. Just, Iâm trying to understand what youâre saying.â
Jason went silent for another long moment.
His eyes were still fixed intently on the other man.
Who definitely wasnât breathing.
That fact didnât seem to bother the stranger at all as he twisted into a deeper curl.
His entire body was molding to the shape of the used to be 90° walls and the man was about 70% cube.
Jason bit his lip hard enough that he could taste the faint tang of imminent blood.
What could he compare this feeling to?
He stumbled over his words for a moment, wetting his lips.
âItâs notâŠnot quite the same. You remember the first time Martian Manhunter telepathically communicated with you?â
âYes?â
âHow it wasnât just words.â
âYes. There were undertones of his emotions too.â
âRight. Thatâs kind of what this was like. No words. Just emotions. Communicative emotions. He knew what he was doing and had some control over it.â â
So you felt his emotions but they werenât just pressing into you the way the Martianâs sometimes do. He was using it as a form of communication that he had control over.â
âYes, exactly.â
Jason nodded, even though he wasnât sure if Oracle could actually see him through her cameras.
âI think he could understand what I was saying.â
The manâs sarcastically cocked eyebrows had also heavily implied that he understood what Jason was saying perfectly.
And that he was unimpressed. Â
âHe just couldnât verbally respond to you because of that horrible muzzle.â
âWell that and I think I really pissed him off when I grabbed him.â
âNo.â
Oracleâs voice is only a little dry.
âA person who doesnât enjoy being snuck up on and grabbed from behind by a total stranger. Call Ripley. I canât believe it.â
This time Jason snorted softly. He had always loved those Ripleyâs Believe it or Not books.
It wasnât Shakespeare by any means but he had always laughed a little bit at the sight of the monkey and fish bodyâs that had been put together to make a âreal mermaidâ.
The tv show was fun too.
In the right light the tv host, (Dean something?) had even looked a little bit like Superman.
Nowhere near enough jawline, but the resemblance was there.
Jason huffed the white patch of hair that hung over his forehead out of his eyes as he came to a decision.
âListen. The tracker obviously worked. Iâm just going to leave our guest a little present and then leave him alone. He hasnât hurt anybody and he definitely could have knocked my whole block off if he had wanted to.â
âOkay, Hood. Iâll pass this along to everyone.â
As though B hadnât probably been metaphorically champing at the bit and listening to the entire conversation.
The man was busy; but metaâs put his back up for some reason and he had been a little (psychopathically over-protective) of Jason ever since his miraculous return.
The man had also been trying.
Trying so hard to make up for his past mistakes with Jason and his other children.
A part of that was that he had basically ceded control of the Narrows to Red Hood.
Gotham at large may have been the Batâs territory but all of his children had started to break it into pieces for themselves.
Nightwing was in Bludhaven, but Bruceâs adoption âproblemâ was rampant enough that the others had managed to create their own sectors within Gotham.
Batmanâs grip on the city hadnât loosened as he aged but he had started to place his trust in his proteges.
That trust did not extend to keeping his nose out of everybodyâs business but at least he had learned to occasionally keep his mouth shut.
Dannyâs eyes were a little bleary when he opened them up as the sun slowly crept towards his dark little corner.
It took him a second to focus on the object that someone had placed in front of him.
He could feel the muted presence of the other ghost at the edge of his senses.
Long gone; but apparently fully capable of sneaking up on a (more dead than usual) Halfa in his sleep.
The bolt cutters looked to have been coated in rubber and were a matte black that looked expensive. There was a little note placed jauntily on top of the tool; the paper folded in half so it would stand upright.
THIS IS GOING TO HURT LIKE A BITCH. HOPE IT HELPS. RH
The handwriting was blocky but dark with good quality ink that hadnât smeared or blotched even with the obvious haste that the note had been written.
Danny let his tail flick out and gently tip the note over so that he could look the tool over with more care.
Even with the rubber it was definitely going to set off that satanic little metal plate that was on his tongue.
The man was right. It was going to hurt like a bitch.
He blamed his exhaustion for why he hadnât gone out and stolen something like this for himself though.
His brain had been too foggy and his body too damaged to try and figure out how to do anything except find somewhere to go to ground that he would be able to pull the plasma out of.
He felt healthier than he had in a long time after his impromptu nap/meal.
It was still going to be dangerous to do this.
If he hadnât been able to feel the flood of emotions from the other man Danny might have hesitated.
Humans lied.
They lied all of the time.
The man could have coated the cutters with something nasty.
But it didnât feel like something the man would do, somehow.
Danny reached a trembling hand out to the cutters and reluctantly pulled them closer. They were sturdy. Heavy-duty and hopefully capable of cutting the sutures and metal bars that wound through his face.
He took several deep breaths as he thought about how he was going to manage this.
The bars that went through his lips were close enough to each other that Danny was able to get two of them at a time between the blades of the clipper and he pushed down hard.
There was a moment of triumph when he felt the click of metal separating before his face lit up again with electricity and he writhed on the filthy carpet for several long moments waiting for the metal plate to stop shocking him.
It was lasting a lot longer than he was used to though.
It was hard to think through the pain and it took Danny several long seconds to realize that there was probably some sort of a failsafe on the tech that meant that if he managed to break any of the connections it wasnât going to stop shocking him.
His whimpers were muffled as the remaining bars still kept his lips fused together and his hands clenched hard into the carpet and missed the handles of the clippers a couple of times before he was able to bring it up in fits and starts to clip the next two bars. Â
Thankfully they split as easily as the first two but Danny was starting to smell burning flesh and acrid smoke tickled his nose as the tech fought against his attempt at freedom.
Two more to go.
Then he could hopefully pull the metal plate out of his mouth and the staples would be cake after all of this.
Horrible.
Bitter.
Poisonous cake.
The last two gave way at the same time as Danny lost consciousness. The plate sputtered out with a sullen click and Danny let himself slump down onto the floor and let the darkness take him.
At least there was enough ectoplasm to keep him going in this city even if he wasnât conscious enough to reach for it.
Batman let his muscles slowly unclench as he watched the boy through his binoculars.
He hadnât known if he was going to be able to stand by and just watch for much longer.
The glowing Lazarus water had started to slip back out of the carpet as soon as the meta had collapsed back into it.
The Narrows and Crime Alley were Red Hoods; but Batman was never going to leave his boy behind again and if this new boy, young man perhaps, was going to be a denizen of Gotham he deserved every bit as much of his protection as the rest of the population.
More than that, he needed to contact the League.
 Whatever sort of monsters, human or otherwise, had done this were going to pay for this if he had any say in the matter.
Batmanâs lips tightened a little bit before he swung away on a grapple gunâs wire.
He was the goddamn Batman.
He had quite a bit of a say.Â
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Look, THIS is why Iâm not upset with Tommy breaking things off with Buck, just the rhetoric they (the show) wrote for WHY they broke up and the general lack of resolution weâre likely to get. The break up itself is like⊠yeah, okay. Itâs drama on a drama. People CAN see Tommyâs perspective: Buck DOES still have things to learn and IS still impulsive. There ARE a lot of things Buck does not know.
Itâs the dialogue they wrote for Tommy and the likely lack of follow through that has me like đ. Let me explainâ
Tommy could have followed up Buckâs question about moving in with, âIâm not so sure moving in would work out; I think itâs too soon.â Buck blinks as he hesitates. âUhâ w-we-well, why not?â âLookâ youâre an incredible guy. Youâre funny and hot and kind⊠but youâre impulsive, and I feel like you may still have some things to learn.â âIâIâm not sure I know what you mean?â âWeâre in two very different places in our lives. I feel the way you see me is incompatible with the partnership I want in a long-term relationship.â Tommy takes a sharp breath in. He pauses. âIâ,âTommy falters, âIâm not so sure we will work out.â âWaitâ are-are you breaking up with me?â And then we get the similarly devastating, âYeah⊠I guess so. Believe me, I didnât see this coming, either.â A beat, and then, âSee you around, Buck.â
And the thing is? This feels more resolved without fully closing the door. The reasoning behind why theyâre breaking up is because Tommy feels theyâre in two different places in life. He feels like moving in is too soon and that Buck is being impulsive. He feels like Buck is treating him more like a gay yoda than a partner, and so moving in will put their relationship on an unsustainable course that positions Tommy less as a partner and more as a forever teacher.
Additionally, characterizing the breakup as the result of being in different places in life (and emotionally) could continue a narrative trend of Tommy successfully working out emotions in a way Buck has not yet learned. Buck was so jealous and in need of Tommyâs attention that he maimed his best friend. However, when Tommy was jealous of the 118, that did not manifest in any real-world consequences because Tommy processed that jealousy in a healthy, normal way. Buck has daddy issues, and this directly impacts his emotional relationship with his father and Bobby, and his professional issues with Gerrard. However, Tommy has already come to terms with the nature of his relationship with his dad and, it could be argued, he has processed his daddy issues or dealt with them in a more productive way. At the same time, should the author want to do something with these character threads later on, the foundation has already been laid to explore Tommyâs jealousy and possible daddy issues as sources of conflict later. (Later exploring this also wouldnât do the breakup scene any injustice, as the main reason for the breakup is how Buck views Tommy and the growthâre: impulsivenessâ that Buck still needs to undergo.)
This hypothetical also avoids the whole, âWhy would someone date someone else for six months when they just assume that personâs going to leave them and break their heart at any moment?â This hypothetical additionally avoids these characters breaking up explicitly because they have the same wants and desires for the relationship, like what we got in canon. (In canon, Tommy literally went, âYouâre good looking and funny and kind and incredible and I really want to be with you, and you want to be with me, too, and thatâs why we actually canât be together.â đ) It also avoids re-hashing conflicts the characters have already addressed, like Tommy thinking Buck isnât yet ready for or comfortable with his queerness, because this hypothetical would focus on Buckâs history of impulsivity or grand declarations when things get tough or weird. It also avoids the fact that Tommy did agree to try again, knowing that Buck didnât have a label yet and then attended a wedding as Buckâs date, so why does he suddenly have an issue with Buckâs sexuality 6 months in? And, this hypothetical also still leaves the door open in the event the author wants to revisit this character dynamic, but currently cannot develop it due to cast contracts. Because Buck can wise up. He can admit that he had approached some aspects of the relationship a little impulsively; that he was prone to hitting Tommy with these grand declarations. Buck can change the way he views Tommy. Buck can change the way he sees relationships as something meaningful designed to help his own growth (âtransformativeâ and all that). And all of this can happen with Tommy off screen. They theoretically then COULD meet again when theyâre in similar places in their lives (and emotionally), or Buck could apply his newfound growth to his next relationship or final relationship.
Because Buck does still have growing to do and things to figure out, itâs just that none of those things are about whether or not he likes men, as Tommyâs canon monologue implies with the whole, âYouâre still figuring yourself out⊠Iâm not your last; Iâm your first.â
But thatâs ultimately what we got. We got that BS about firsts and lasts where Tommy downplayed what Buck feels for him and why, and outright assumed Buckâs feelings now and in the future. He spent that entire scene giving Buck the olâ biphobic, âyou still gotta figure yourself outâ and âyouâll just leave me for someone elseâ lines. He then concludes his break up dialogue by telling Buck that heâs afraid Buck will break his heart and that he canât handle that, implying that heâs breaking it off due to anxieties around getting hurt emotionally. But the thing is? Tommyâs insecurities arenât resolvable with Tommy off screen because Tommy needs to be on screen to show that growth. So, if contracting is or becomes an issue for someone who is NOT A MAIN, then there will be no resolution. Donât hint at a character having major insecurities as a source of conflictâon par with that of a mainâ if the show cannot dedicate the appropriate screen time to that character to resolve that conflict.
Because right now? This FEELS like the set up for the third actâs preclimax. Tension between the characters is at its highest. Now Buckâthe heroâmust look inward and decide whether to prevail. He must face his deepest fears and greatest weaknesses. He must come out on the other side knowing that he is not listless; he knows what he wants for his future. This would take Buck full circle from who he was in his âBeginsâ episode where he didnât know what he wanted or who he wanted to be, and hopped from place to place on this journey. Buck will realize he has hopped from relationship to relationship because he hadnât defined himself well enough, but NOW he knows who he is. And once he realizes that, we reach the climax: the confrontation. Buck confronts Tommy about Tommy breaking his heart. This immediately segues into the resolution where Tommy acknowledges this hurt and admits the break was due to his own insecurities. And then, much like in season 3 with Abby, the show could keep them broken up to continue their Tommy-Abby parallel. (IMHOâ if a resolution is the goal, keeping them broken up would be a more likely outcome when considering contracts. If the two got back together, that would require the show to dedicate a good chunk of screen time to addressing Tommyâs insecurities, something they may not be able to follow through with due to availability.) And then we actually have an on screen portrayal of HOW Tommy was transformative for Buck as opposed to just being told he was.
However, this resolution still requires Tommy to return, and exit interviews seem to suggest the actor who plays Tom is not returning. Meaning, this may remain unresolved. We could have had something that seemed resolved with the potential to revisit it, but instead we have something that would require the show to feature heavily conflict revolving around the insecurities of a character who is not a main, played by an actor who is juggling multiple projects.
Why not make the conflict something that can be resolved with Tommy off screen? Why not provide a little resolution if you cannot guarantee more Tommy? Why hint at fundamental changes to Buckâs character journey and the outcomes of his relationships if this one ends like all the others? Why suggest the show is going to fundamentally alter the way it writes love interests, something that would necessitate a change to how the show approaches any and all secondary characters? Why build up Tommy as a source of character conflict and major transformation for Buck if they cannot dedicate the appropriate screen time to establish that? (Because, remember, Buck TOLD the audience that Tommy was transformative for him, but weâve yet to see how heâs been transformative like we have with any of Buckâs other previous love interests.) Why build up his insecurities if the show cannot address them?
I actually think they should have stopped going to Miceliâs. I think that place is cursed. Weird vibes. Every time they went, it was awkward.
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Every Breath you take (19)
Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesnât know what he got himself into.
Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: a man out of time, secret admirer trope, âcrazyâ reader, fluff, domestic life
A/N: You all made me do it! Hereâs the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader
Catch up here: Every breath you take (18)
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âMore salt,â you comment as Bucky stirs the sauce. You decided to start over, and the first thing you did was to cook together. âIt tastes good but lacks salt.â Licking the spoon, you watch Bucky add more salt.
Since he came back, you tried to talk about the elephant in the room with him. Bucky must, once and for all, realize that he cannot treat you like a caged bird. Youâre with him on free terms and donât want to be treated like a prisoner.
âI didnât know you could cook.â You try to ease your nerves and talk about anything but whatâs on your mind. âItâs nice having a man who can cook.â
âUhâIâm not much of a cook, but I can try to get better.â Bucky seems to be as nervous as you are. âFor you.â
âBucky,â you begin, but clamp your mouth shut. You sigh, shake your head, and try again. âOkay, we need to talk.â
âDoll, I already told you that Iâm sorry." Bucky winces as you cross your arms over your chest. âYouâre right. I shouldnât have locked the cabinets. It was a mistake and wonât happen again.â
âThere is a locked room. I assume itâs the basement,â you sniff. âDid you want to put me down there, and thatâs why itâs locked?â
âWhat?â He drops the spoon in his hands. Bucky looks like you slapped him across the face. He winces and shakes his head. âNo. I locked it because itâs dangerous. I didnât want you to get hurt or hurt yourself.â
âWhat are you talking about?â You huff, frustrated. Heâs hiding things from you again, pretending to keep you safe. Whenever you believe youâre making progress, you take ten steps back.
âIf you want to, Iâll show you.â Bucky steps around the kitchen counter to touch your shoulder. âI never wanted you to see this side of me, but I donât want to hide things from you.â
His hand slides down your arm to take your hand. Bucky guides you out of the kitchen and walks straight toward the locked door.
He unlocks the door with his thumb. The door slides aside, and the light automatically turns on. âI go there when the nightmares get worse,â he says, as he guides you down the staircase.
Down in the basement, thereâs no furniture but an old mattress on the ground. You wrinkle your forehead as Bucky steps toward the wall.
He presses a button, and the wall suddenly moves aside, revealing a hidden room. On the walls hang weapons of all kinds. Guns, knives, blades, even something that looks like a rocket launcher.
âI hide it down here if we are ever in danger. You know about Hydra, and you know thereâs always the possibility that one of them made it out alive.â
âWhy the mattress?â You question. The mattress stands out like a sore thumb. It doesnât belong down here, in weaponry.
âI told you, sometimes my nightmares are worse. I scream and, on very bad nights, I punch the walls or worse. If that happens, I go down here to not scare Alpine or hurt you.â
âOhâŠOH!â You feel awful for thinking Bucky tried to hide things from you again. âI understand.â
âItâs for emergencies,â he hastily says as you glance at the weapons again. âI swear, we wonât need them.â
You nod and swallow thickly. Of course, you heard about Hydra and Buckyâs past. You just never thought the big bad guys could try to go after you.
âBetter safe than sorry, right?â you stammer. All the guns make you nervous, but you know, Bucky is right. You can never be too careful. Other people get an extra door lock, and youâve got a whole weaponry.
âPlease donât be scared,â Bucky says, gently touching your arm. âI know this is a lot.â
âBucky,â you murmur his name and fake a smile. Youâre still nervous because of all the weapons, but you donât want to disappoint him. Bucky showed you his secret and openly talked about his nightmares. âThank you for your honesty and trusting me.â
âI donât want to hide things from you, Y/N. You were right. We cannot build this relationship on lies or secrets.â
âGood,â you say, and nod. âWe should take care of dinner now. I bet Alpine is hungry too.â
You eat in silence while looking at Bucky. He seems less tense now that he has revealed this secret weaponry to you. Still, there is something you need to say.
âI donât want you to sleep down there if the nightmares are bad,â you suddenly say. âIf you need me, Iâll be there. We are a pair now, and I want to help you if you are sad or scared.â
âDoll, I can be scary when I wake from a nightmare.â He shakes his head. âI donât want to hurt you.â
âYou wonât,â you state, and put the cutlery aside. You get up from your seat to cup Buckyâs face. âWeâre in this crazy thing we got ourselves into together. No more excuses. Itâs us against the world now.â
âUs against the world,â Bucky repeats your words. He watches you crawl in his lap and sighs. âYouâre crazy, you know.â
âYou too,â you giggle. âFor choosing me.â
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#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x fem!reader#Every Breath you take (19)
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Dragons Rising Episodes, But Only the Most Iconic Quotes
Episode 1: "The Merge, Part 1"; "I think that mask belongs to me!" (Or Ras' "You failed me... I do not like that.)
Episode 2: "The Merge, Part 2"; "Soon, Imperium will have enough Dragon Power to rule over all the Merged Realms!
Episode 3: "Crossroads Carnival"; "In first place is⊠Chef Grab-Barg! Congratulations!"
Episode 4: "Beyond Madness"; "Kai, you're still alive!" "I made a terrible mistaaaake!" "You brought the dragons right to us? I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
Episode 5: "Writers of Destiny"; "Is that Euphrasia?" "She's abandoned her scrolls. This is not our way, what is she doing!?" "She's saving us."
Episode 6: "Return to Imperium"; "I hate fireproof monsters!"
Episode 7: "Mindless Beasts"; "I love studying at school!" "But protecting innocents is also cool!" "Sound off!" "One, two!" "Sound off!" "
Episode 8: "I Will Be the Danger"; "Fa-mi-ly... family!"
Episode 9: "The Calm Inside"; "In life, there will be times of chaos, when everything around you is a raging storm. When there is no calm outside of you, you must find the calm inside of you."
Episode 10: "The Battle of the Second Monastery"'; "Do not free me."
Episode 11: "The Temple of the Dragon Cores"; "Nope, you've upgraded to Wyldfyre!" "Upgraded? Really?"
Episode 12: "Gangs of the Sea"; "Destroy the interloper!"
Episode 13: "Wyldly Inappropriate"; "No Core for you! No Core for you! No Core for you!"
Episode 14: "The Last Djinn"; "Uh, okay! I wish for you to help us kick these Howlers in their butts!" "Your wish is yours to keep!"
Episode 15: "They Call it Doom"; "As your teacher, it's vital I instill in you the knowledge that all life is important." "But that's Rapton." "HEY!"
Episode 16: "Land of Lost Things": "This Master Wu guy sounds like he has a lot of smart ideas. I might wanna hear more of them. Maybe."
Episode 17: "The Administration"; "Those two tricked us! They weren't authorized!" "They gave us... Fake forms!" "Ah, wait. We have to fill out trick-by-fake-forms forms first." "No time. Just fill out a defaulting-of-paperwork-to-a-later-date form."
Episode 18: "Absolute Power"; "You and I both know the dragon energy that has kept your kingdom running smoothly will not last forever." "If that were true, which it most certainly is not, what could an outlander such as you do about it?"
Episode 19: "We Are All Dragons"; "NOT THE SHOULDER PAD STORAGE! NOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOOOOO"
Episode 20: "The Power Within"; "And all you traitors to your Empress. You are no better than the ninja! No one will rule this kingdom but me, and I will destroy everyone who stands in my way!"
Episode 21: "The Blood Moon"; "The Blood Moon is coming... The Blood Moon is coming!"
Episode 22: "Shattered Dreams"; "It is a corrupted, advanced form of your beloved fighting technique, that has been long banned, forgotten! Shatterspin!"
Episode 23: "Beyond the Phantasm Cave"; "I've been here for hours, and nothing! Why do I have visions of everything that can go wrong, but none about how to make it right? Source Dragons, are you out there? Can you hear me? Is this just a game to you? I need answers!"
Episode 24: "Force From the East"; "We cannot ignore the threat the Blood Moon brings. With the realms now merged, the Five will have more to conquer, more to destroy. And all of our work, defeating them, banishing them, will be for naught, our legacy meaningless! We must train them."
Episode 25: "The Spell at the Waterfall"; "I await your instructions, master."
Episode 26: "To Mysterium"; "Faster! Quicker! Mental Strength! You can do this!"
Episode 27: "Fugitives From Madness"; "Stop thinking about you, start thinking about Countershot!" "The game we made up in dad's blacksmith shop? Wow, miss those days, not having to worry about saving the world..." "And who was your best Countershot partner?"
Episode 28: "Secrets of the Wyldness"; "UGH! My name is Jordana! You ninja, especially the one you call Sora, are my sworn enemies!" "Still not ringing a bell." "AHH!!!"
Episode 29: "The Forest of Spirits"; "You could be something special, too bad the ninja hold you back." "No, they don't, they're making me better!" "Then how come you aren't any better? I stopped you as easily now as the first time we met! I was weak like you once. My master found me, and taught me the most important thing in this world... strength! Maybe one day you'll find a true master, who can teach you the same."
Episode 30: "Rising Ninja"; "How dare you? You cut and run before you got the other four out!" "You will not speak to me like that, Nokt. You owe your freedom to me. I expect loyalty. And my control device will guarantee I get it... and you! You failed to keep the portal open Jordana! Do you hear me Jorda- AUGH!"
Episode 31: "The Shape of Motion"; "Cease Nokt. This is training, not war." "Everything is war." "Save your anger for when it matters."
Episode 32: "Enter the City of Temples"; "Oh yikes, a real ninja! Let us flee!" "That hurt my feelings!"
Episode 33: "They Gather for the Feast"; "One night before the new Tournament of the Sources, I'm reminded of what the Cragling poet Rockworth once said. Bwah bwahhh mbwhaw mbwahh. Bwahb bwahbhabwah"
Episode 34: "Inside the Maze"; "I am limber, I am loose... I am in trouble."
Episode 35: "United We Fall"; "Arin and his pet dragon, just like I suspected. Did your master Lloyd set you up for this?"
Episode 36: "Truth and Lies"; "Ras says everyone spends too much time trying to find harmony. But you can't passively wait for the world to harmonize, so you must take from life what you need."
Episode 37: "The Sword Shatters"; "Hey hey hey, stop! The game's already over!" "Lloyd, look out!" "RAHAHAHAHA!" "Ack ack, augh, aughhhh." (he died)
Episode 38: "Clues and Suspects"; "It was smart of Bleckt to hide the room's access in this old thing. No way Roby was gonna touch a rotary phone."
Episode 39: "The Final Game"; "In light of this, I declare the victory ceremony canceled! Security!" "In light of that, I un-cancel it! Finally, the powers I've always deserved."
Episode 40: "Elements of Betrayal"; "Get back here! Those elemental powers belong to me! RAHH!!"
#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#raine's rambles#idk .#i was bored lol i dont have any other work to do for study lmao
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Hii!! Just a thought, would any of the yanderes baby trap a particularly difficult reader?
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!!! GN reader, children (lmao), manipulation, coercion into parenting, delusions, slight threats, impregnation mention (itâs not the reader, though), obligatory Tim Drake warning, mentions of possible harm to children.
Iâm assuming you just mean the comic book yanderes. Letâs see!
I kept the actual baby-acquisition vague. Could be one or both of yâallâs biological kid, could be adopted, could be kidnapped. Who knows! I also gave them ratings on how they would be as a father, cuz why not.
Bruce Wayne: Yes. Absolutely. This is Bruce weâre talking about. You know, the guy whoâs never beating the empty-nester allegations? As long as youâre with him, youâre bound to end up with a kid one way or another. Whether he set out to baby trap you or ended up with a child by chance, he is for sure going to hold it over your head. This kid is going to have both of their parents in their life, biological or not. Itâs like a new kid spawns in the manor every time you get even a little bit rebellious. (7/10 father; still has his issues, but heâs learned from his past mistakes.)
Bucky Barnes: Okay, I donât think heâd initially see himself as a family man. Just never crossed his mind, given his life as the Winter Solider. If he did end up with a kid, it would definitely be by accident. But when that happens, heâll start to give it a little more thought. The idea of a family⊠it sounds so domestic; so normal. Uh-oh. Instant baby fever. Now he wants even more kids, and heâll acquire them by any means necessary. Doesnât manipulate you with any children, but you may feel obligated to stick around; the Winter Soldier does NOT seem like the type to be good at parenting. (5/10 father; doesnât know what heâs doing, but heâs at least enthusiastic.)
Clark Kent: This man wants the classic nuclear family life. While he wouldnât set out to baby-trap you, it will inadvertently happen with his desire for children. He wants to be tackled by at least 3 kids every time he comes home! And if heâs already had Jon, I can see him making it his mission to find the perfect spouse; thatâs how he finds you!! Oh, youâre not good with kids? Doesnât matter. This man is delusional as fuck. Itâs not like he sees you for who you are, anyway. Keep in mind that heâs projecting an idealized version of a spouse onto you. (10/10 father; amazing with kids and is willing to pull your weight when youâre being difficult.)
Dick Grayson: If it comes down to it, he will. Any form of manipulation is fair game, and hey⊠heâs always dreamed of starting a family of his own one day. Even if youâre not big on kids, heâs willing to play the long game to try and get you to change your mind. And if you never do? Welp. Thatâs too bad. Youâre still gonna end up with a child somehow (Dickâs got plenty of ways to make sure of that). When he finally gets what he wants, heâs for sure using the âthink of our kid(s)â card any chance he gets. (9/10 father; heâs a family man at heart, and everyone around him thinks it was only a matter of time.)
Hal Jordan: A bit iffy on starting a family. He doesnât hate kids, he just isnât sure if heâs ready. However, as soon as he realizes a child in your life could make you more compliant, he quickly starts to sing a different tune. Now heâs all for having kids!! Heâd be obsessed with the power it gives, every interaction between you two having that subtle warning of, âtry and escape me now.â Papa-Bear Hal is not a force to be reckoned with. You may find yourself not liking the consequences of trying to break up this happy little family. (8/10 father; thereâs a bit of a learning curve for him, but heâll eventually fall into the groove of it.)
Jaime Reyes: Nope. The thought of having kids makes him sick to his stomach. He knows thereâs something wrong with him⊠god only knows what would happen to his kids. The what ifâs would drive him insane, easily trumping the possible gains of baby-trapping you. Sure, it might be a bit tempting â and heâll admit, a small part of him wishes he could one day be a father â but not only would he feel extremely guilty, he also knows that itâs a bad fucking idea. Hopefully, he can continue to ignore Khaji Daâs own thoughts on the matter. It doesnât matter how important âcontinuing the Reyes legacyâ is, heâs not taking that risk. (6/10 father; despite his fits of spiraling paranoia, he needs to give himself a little more credit).
Peter Parker: Honestly, itâs a toss up. Heâs got his concerns with being a father, but thinking about it makes him all giddy inside. I think this would be another case of accidental baby-trapping. He didnât set out to do it, but hey⊠if it works, it works. Any âbut what about our kid(s)â that he throws at you is by no means intentional manipulation; heâs just genuinely worried what would happen if you left. Then again, I can also see him slightly doing it. As soon as he realizes it works, heâll keep it in mind. A thing heâll tuck away for later and only use when absolutely needed. (9/10 father; loves his kid(s) and would do anything for them).
Remy LeBeau: Yeah, probably. As long as heâs in a position where he can have a kid or two, heâll go for it. Remy secretly longs for a family (though heâll never admit it), and if starting one means earning your compliance? Well, shit⊠thatâs just killing two birds with one stone! But again, this depends on if heâs in a position where kids are viable. Should he still have some unfinished business to attend to, heâs not gonna be dumb enough to have kids. Growing up in the Thieves Guild taught him a thing or two about why thatâs a bad idea. Otherwise, you are not immune to a sudden baby-acquisition by yours truly. (7/10 father; he gives chill baby daddy vibes who tries his best to be there for his kids.)
Scott Summers: Oh, yeah. Itâs guaranteed to happen. This man is committed to having a semi-normal life, no matter how unrealistic that may seem. He wants a family. He wants you to be obedient. He wants a sense of normalcy, goddamnit. Yâall are having a kid whether you want one or not. And he leans heavily towards having a biological kid. If you donât have the means to get pregnant â or fight tooth and nail against the idea â heâs 100% impregnating someone else and stealing their baby. Yes, itâs a crazy idea. Yes, heâs willing to go that far. Donât test him. Heâll yell and shout at you about how you need to be there for this fucking kid, even if itâs not yours. Itâs in your best interest if you comply. (6/10 father; heâs chronically fighting against the absent father allegations and MIGHT be winning⊠results are still pending.)
Steve Roger: Poor guy wants to settle down so bad. Yes, heâd baby-trap you, but I can see him feeling guilty for it. He knows itâs wrong, and it would especially weigh down on him if you didnât even want kids in the first place. But he wants a family so bad. He canât help it!! And as big of a piece of shit he may feel afterwards, heâll do whatâs necessary to make you behave. You need to be here for your kids! If a little bit of manipulation makes you stay, then so be it. Heâs surprisingly good at guilt-tripping, making a good case with the image he has to uphold as Captain America. What would people think if they learned he was a single father? What assumptions would they make about you if you left him? Society might not be all that kind to you. Itâs best to just stay. (8/10 father; can get a little busy, but heâs definitely there when it matters the most.)
Tim Drake: Not a fan of kids. There might be a chance of him coming up with a baby-trapping scheme during one of his weird fits, but letâs hope he snaps out of it before itâs too late. Do NOT let bro be a father. On the off-chance that he does acquire a kid⊠pray. And I mean PRAY. His version of baby-trapping ranges from âbut this kid needs youâ to âI will fucking kill this kid if you leave.â A situation like this means you have to familiarize yourself with Timâs mood swings. Be compliant at first, then when he starts to second-guess himself, try to gently coax him into giving this child a better home. Hopefully, that poor kid will survive everything unscathed. Tim wouldnât know what to do with himself if something bad happened to them. (0/10 father; heâd actually do an alright job when heâs mentally stable, but I think everyone â including Tim himself â would agree that heâd do more harm than good raising a kid.)
Wally West: Yup. No hesitation. As soon as the thought crosses his mind, he will get to scheming immediately. His goal would be to make it seem like a natural evolution, even if youâre not keen on the idea of kids. Wally is such a master at masking his manipulation, to the point where itâs unclear if heâs actually baby-trapping you or not, and by the time youâve realize it⊠welp⊠too late. Arguing with him is absolutely frustrating, cuz Wally West does not argue; he smooth talks until makes you feel like an idiot. Wanna know how cruel he is? Those kids will grow up to be accomplices in his manipulation, whether they know it or not. No one can put a stop to his fuckery. (9/10 parent; turns out to be a phenomenal father, I just have to take a point off simply because raising your kids to be just as manipulative as him probably isnât good.)
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