#barry your eyes move me in such a way i never knew i could be moved before

[wormswurld]

“why did you tell felix about me and venetia?”

“well, i didn’t think he’d react that badly”

“yes you did.”

[harryspet]

bambi eyes (1) r. cameron

[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, rafe takes advantage of traumatized reader, DUBCON, dd/lg, sex trafficking, sexual slavery, sugar daddy rafe, stockholm syndrome, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression, little editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: My first Rafe fic :)

word count: 4.4k

In which Rafe finds a "healthy" outlet for dealing with his daddy issues.

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Rafe finally felt he deserved to be back at Tannyhill. The house had remained empty over the last five years, Sarah wanted little to do with her real family anymore, Rafe made the tough decision to send Wheezie to a boarding school in Georgia and now she was starting college there. Rafe had cleaned up his act and gotten clean, mostly clean, and managed to save Cameron Development from complete ruin. 

As soon as the police were off his tail, and he’d brought back some legitimacy to the Cameron name, he could develop the true relationships he needed to become unstoppable. It started with Barry, then gangsters from the mainland, and then Rafe's gained connections with the cartels. He then rebuilt the empire the Camerons once had in the Bahamas and now he owned ten times the amount of properties they used to own there. 

He could achieve everything Ward never could have. He could be better a man than his father ever could. 

After half a year in Nassau, Rafe was finally back in Kildare, and he had plans to make Tannyhill the ultimate fortress. He had finally acquired the last missing piece of his American dream – you. He eyed you in his rearview mirror, passed out in the backseat of his truck, before parking in front of the huge, white house. 

There were already white moving trucks parked nearby, men in black clothing unloading new furniture he’d purchased and “merchandise” he’d acquired from the Caribbean Don he’d been working with. That Don is who he purchased you from, picking you out in a lineup of twenty girls. 

The Don clapped his hands together before he said, “Just tell me which ones you would like to have a closer look at. I’ll have them stand and turn for you. If you have something in mind — perhaps a certain skin tone, curviness, hair color, I can make a suggestion.”

Rafe responded that he didn’t have a preference and that he would know you were the one when he saw you. 

Looking through one-way glass, Rafe noticed aspects of each girl, including the tiredness behind their eyes and the elegance at which each of them moved their bodies. The Don had each girl stand and spin for him. There was not a single falter or misplaced step until Rafe saw you. When it was time for you to spin, you almost tripped over your own foot. You fixed yourself quickly and fixed your gaze forward however, Rafe noticed your eyes began to wander. It felt like you were looking right at him. Like you could see him. 

“One of my favorites,” He said in thick Creole, “She’s quite an angel if you’re looking for someone who’s a little tamer. Good hips, natural hair, the breasts and ass are real too. I’m sure you’ll notice. For you, since you’re a friend, fifteen thousand for the whole night.” 

The Don wanted Rafe to become a new investor in his trade and possibly bring girls to Kildare in order to expand his clientele. He wanted to impress Rafe, and let him have a night with one of his well-trained girls, although Rafe was looking to make a final purchase. 

He hadn’t had a real conversation with you yet, he was in such a hurry to get back to the States that he had to keep you drugged for the time being. It would be better this way, he convinced himself, since he would be able to have the house ready before you came to. He got out the truck before opening the back door. Although you stirred slightly in your sleep, Rafe knew he wouldn’t wake you as he pulled you across the seat and wrapped you in his arms. Bridal style, he carried you up the patio and through the front doors. 

An elaborate security system now kept track of everyone coming and going from the house. He had so much more than his father ever would have, but that also meant he had so much more to lose. He was a different man than the last time he was here. Much more mature. He used to throw meaningless parties so he could appear well-known, favorited by all, and hook up with girls who only cared about getting free drugs from him. This time things would be different. 

“Hey, hey, careful with that!” Rafe barked at one of the men carrying a white tea table that he’d spent thousands on.  He was attempting and failing to carry it and the two matching chairs that it came with. Rafe should’ve known what quality movers he was getting when he let Barry put his men on the job, “You think I’m paying you to break my shit?”

Rafe carried you up the winding stairs of his childhood home, imagining you feeling like this place was yours, just as much as he did. He thought he’d feel slightly more melancholy, looking at the familiar yellow walls, the elegant chandeliers, and period furnishings. Instead, he felt a weight lifted off of him. Your bedroom was one of the old guest rooms, only a few doors down from the master, and unlocked with his fingerprint. 

The large room was freshly painted white, a twin-sized canopy bed was placed on the farthest wall, and Rafe placed you on top of the cloud-like comforter. You were still wearing one of his button-ups and a pair of his briefs that fit you more like shorts, Rafe not having had the time to dress you in the way he actually wanted to.

“Put it over in that corner, carefully,” He spoke to the mover carrying the table, although his eyes were focused on you. 

“Mr. Cameron-”

“You’re dismissed. Tell Barry I’m expecting him tonight at nine.” 

As the man turned to leave, Rafe quickly followed to shut the door behind him. He took another glance around the room, deciding that the table set was the perfect edition. He could bring you your breakfast there in the morning and, who knows, maybe you’d come to like the expensive tea set he also bought you. 

Rafe spent a good amount of time just watching you sleep and obsessively thinking about what might he say to you when you awoke. His anxious thoughts didn’t go away when he stopped doing drugs, they worsened in fact, but you were his new medium to focus on. You were healthy for him. 

He spent all the time he had between his meeting with Barry, caring for you, “Daddy’s going to take care of you,” He brought you to the bathtub and gently scrubbed you clean, shaving all the areas he preferred to be hairless, even taking the time to braid your hair so that it was out of your face. He quite liked you like this, like his very own doll, someone he could mold into a perfect Kook princess. Women in the real world often perplexed him, especially women like Sarah, who took the luxuries they were provided for granted. 

You’d appreciate everything that Rafe could offer you, he knew that, and you’d be obedient as well. He brought you back to the main room once you were dried, and clean and your skin was moisturized and scented with vanilla. He laid you on the soft carpet in front of your bed and dressed you in a white nightgown and then took his time rolling white knee socks up your leg. 

He could take his time, pacing himself, as he ran his fingers over every inch of you. He’d been rock hard ever since he undressed you originally, and he debated whether to take a quick sample of you. 

You have plenty of time, Rafe, he reminded himself. 

His phone vibrated a short while later after he tucked you back into bed, and he clicked the notification. Video of the driveway appeared on the screen, and Rafe saw Barry climbing from his car, “Daddy will be back very soon,” He spoke although you couldn’t hear, placed a kiss on your forehead although you couldn’t feel it, and shut the door quietly although you wouldn’t wake. 

As soon as Rafe opened the front door, Barry was already shouting, “Country Club! How you been, man?” Rafe’s hand was already out to shake his. Truthfully, and sadly, Rafe would consider Barry his oldest friend. “You happy about all the money I’ve been making you?”

“Thrilled,” Rafe spoke sarcastically, leading Barry to his father’s old office. He thought back to the days when he had to creep through this room and steal because Ward didn’t trust him. Now, it was all his, “Speaking of …”

Swiftly, Barry pulled a roll of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and dropped it in Rafe’s hand. Leaning against the oak desk, Rafe began to count, “That’s what I got for the boats. Those cars are going to take a little bit longer to sell.”

“And why’s that?”  

“Those cars are classics, man, so I have a little bit of a bidding war going on,” Barry explained.

“I said I wanted them moved quickly,” Rafe sighed. He needed to get rid of as many of his father’s old things as possible if he wanted this place to be really his. 

“I’ll get you everything by the end of the week,” Rafe nodded, continuing to flip through the bills,  although normally this would be about the time he’d throw a tantrum, “So … heard you got yourself a beautiful girl-”

“Your guys run their mouths.”

“But it’s true?” Barry flashed his gold tooth, “You whipped, Country Club?”

Rafe opened the safe behind the tall bookcases, punched in the code, and safely tucked away the twenty-thousand dollars. 

“Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t let you anywhere near her anyways.”

Barry scoffs, “That breaks my heart, Rafe. I’m tired of these Pogue girls and the mainland chicks are even worse. In the old days, we used to share. You won’t help a brother out?”

Rafe smirked, “Like you said, that was the old days.” 

You felt weighed down by whatever you were lying underneath, your eyelids were so heavy it took you a full minute to blink them open. You moved each limb slowly, trying to get blood flowing through them again. You saw sunlight reflecting off porcelain walls and felt creamy soft blankets enveloping you. You should feel comforted. 

Pushing away the blankets holding you down, you pulled yourself up, strong enough to get onto your hands and knees. You stepped off the platform, off the bed, touching your toes against soft carpet but quickly your legs gave out. You whined as your knees hit the ground, surely bruising your skin, and let yourself fall back on your bottom. 

Something fell down with you and turning your head slightly you found a teddy bear. You grabbed it by its arm, examining its chestnut fur and the pink bow tied around its neck. What? That was the question forming in your mind. You looked back at the bed you’d fallen out of and your eyes darted around the room. Three doors, a wall with big windows and long curtains, a table with chairs, a toy chest, a tall armoire, and a bookcase. This room did not belong to you, even in your wildest dreams, you’d never been somewhere so nice. 

You noticed details in the wallpaper; small pink flowers decorated each wall, and white trim lined all the edges. All the furniture was white as well with elegant designs, and your original thought was that you must be in a castle. 

You attempted to stand again and managed to get straight up on your wobbling legs until there was a small click, and the door began to open. You quickly stumbled back before you were sitting back on top of the mattress. 

“You’ll go with Mr. Cameron now. To America,” Master said, “And you’ll remember your manners, won’t ya? Don’t want to end up like your friend.”

Mr. Cameron stood in front of you now. You remembered him being tall, but you didn’t remember feeling so small in front of him. With hands holding a tray in front of him, his mouth parted as his blue eyes raked over your figure. 

You gripped the comforter tightly as he stepped closer, “You’ll have to take it easy,” He said first, walking over to that small table and placing the tray down, “Let me help you.”

When he came towards you, he held out both of his hands. You felt like you usually did, terrified, but there was always a voice in the back of your head telling you to obey. There would be worse pain than a bruised knee if you didn’t do as Mr. Cameron said. You grabbed ahold of his hands, allowing him to help you up before his hands moved to your hips as he steadied you. 

“How do you feel?” He asked, a genuineness in his tone that you weren’t expecting. 

Your lips parted and you realized you hadn’t spoken in so long. You also hadn’t had anyone ask you that question in a long, long time, “I’m … okay,” You spoke quietly as he searched your face. He was staring so intently that you grew insecure, turning your eyes away. 

“I brought breakfast,” He began to guide you over to the table. You took slow steps, one in front of the other, holding onto him tightly when you felt you might fall. He set you gently down in the chair before taking the seat opposite you. You could see out the windows from this seat, your eyes finding a long dock and the ocean. When he cleared his throat, your eyes snapped back to his, “I’m not much of a cook but there’s a lady who works for me …she makes great pancakes, french toast, anything you could want really.”

You stared down at scrambled eggs, sausage, toast, and a pancake with a chocolate chip smiley face and a whipped cream nose. He started to pour you a glass of water, pushing it towards you, “Drink something,” He said, “You’ve been sleeping for a long time.”

You were really thirsty, you realized, and you took the glass he poured for you. When he didn’t pour himself one, a question rose in your mind, “Will this … make me sleep again?”

He immediately shook his head, “No, no. Drink, please.”

You were thankful, welcoming the nourishment. As you devoured the glass of water, he began to cut up the pancake into small pieces. You watched his concentrated face as he meticulously poured the syrup. Your mind didn’t stay on his interesting behavior because you were focused on eating next. 

“My name is Rafe,” He said, “But you’ll call me Daddy.”

You paused, your mouth full of pancakes, “Okay? Nod yes if you understand,” He added. 

You nodded your head, starting to chew again, and a smile seemed to pull at his lips. That’s what he must like all his girls to call him. “Good, that’s rule number one …This is your room, from now on. I’ll show you around the house after you settle in more. For now, you need permission to leave this room. Yeah?”

Again, you nodded, before swallowing your food. Rafe reached across the table with a napkin, wiping syrup from your chin, “I’m sorry,” You said, feeling embarrassed. 

“No need to apologize,” He assured you, “From now on, I’m going to take care of you.”

Take care of you. You weren’t positive about what he meant. 

Your hands moved to your lap, “Can I ask … how many girls you take care of?” 

His head tilted, and he seemed amused, “Just you, sweet girl.”

“This whole room is just for me?”

“Yes, and this whole house will be just for us,” He answers, “Here, that reminds me. I was going to wait until dinner but . . . I can’t wait.”

You watched as he reached into the pocket of his khaki pants, pulling out a silver necklace with a beautiful, pearl pendant. Still, you found yourself struggling to wrap your head around what was going on. Rafe stood, coming closer in order to put the necklace around your neck. You heard a small click before Rafe pulled his fingers away. Your fingers reach up to feel the pearl, “You’ll always keep this on. Okay?”

You nodded. 

“Tell me.”

“I’ll always keep it on … Daddy,” You remembered to add. Something lit up in his eyes, and he took your chin in his hand and tilted it up further. 

“Smart girl, Bambi,” He stated, “That’s what I’ll call you.”

You nodded, although you weren’t sure why he picked it for you. It was better than “whore” or “slut” which seemed to be Master’s favorites. Bambi sounded … cute, which certainly wasn’t a way you would describe yourself, “Daddy … why …all of this, uhm, for me?”

“You’ll have everything I want you to have. And Daddy wants the best for you, understand?”

“Y-Yes, uhm … thank you.”

“C’mere, let me give you a tour of the room” He gripped underneath your arms, helping you stand. The human closeness, his warmness, wasn’t something you were expecting. You couldn’t fully let your guard down though, you were still waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

“It’s good to have, uh, a routine,” Rafe explained, before showing you every item in the room. He clearly had been involved in picking everything out which you didn’t expect,  “You’ll wake up by eight, make your bed every morning. . . your dirty laundry will go here and all your clothes are in here, if I have something specific picked out for you to wear, I’ll hang it here, you won’t wear any panties when you’re dressing for bed …and here’s the bathroom,” When you saw yourself in the mirror for the first time, your eyes widened in disbelief. Your hair was neatly braided, white bows wrapped at the end of each braid, and the nightgown made you look like . . . a doll. In the mirror, you could see Rafe lean his mouth down to your ear, “Do you like what you see?”

“I look …I think I look pretty, Daddy.”

“You do, sweet girl; that’s why I chose you.”

This was right. Rafe couldn’t have made a better decision choosing you. He had more rules to introduce you to but didn’t want to overwhelm you. He left you to brush your teeth while he took your tray of food back to the kitchen. When he returned, he found you peeking inside the toy chest, letting the top shut a little too loudly after he seemed to frighten you, ‘It’s okay, all these things are for you. I wasn’t exactly sure what you might like.”

He kneeled down with you as you took a look inside. There were quite a lot of stuffed animals, some puzzles, coloring sets, and some dolls. “My, uh, my sister Sarah, she used to love American Girl dolls. Have you ever heard of those?” You shook your head, picking up one that was dressed like an 80’s aerobic instructor, “They have all types of dolls. I should order you one that looks more like you.”

Rafe noticed you perk up at that. “One that looks like me?” 

Your reaction made him chuckle, “Yeah, why not? If you want anything at all, you can just ask me,” Rafe could tell you didn’t believe him, although you still nodded in agreement, “I know you can’t be entertained forever by these things, but it’s better for your brain than watching TV all day. And we can watch movies together.”

“That would be nice-” Rafe leaned in to kiss you, his intrusive thought winning after staring at your lips. Rafe was surprised by how gentle it was and how gentle he still wanted to be with you. You were reacting so well to everything, he didn’t want to take the chance of ruining this. When he pulled away, you immediately started to lift your nightgown, attempting to expose yourself to him.

“You don’t have to do that,” Rafe gently grabbed your hand, pulling it away from your dress. 

“I thought you wanted me …”

“ I do, I definitely do,” Rafe laughed awkwardly, “Let’s wait a little while longer. I want to undress you myself.”

You nodded eagerly, “But I … I could use my mouth?”

Rafe couldn’t believe someone could sound so innocent even while they were offering to give a blowjob, “Not before I taste you first, sweet girl.” Sexually, Rafe liked to be in complete control. He’d decide when they were ready, what positions, and who tasted who. His mind was starting to wander a little too far. He needed to remain composed for the time being, “For now, I want you to play. I need to work for a few hours, but I will bring you lunch, and we’ll eat together, okay?”

“Okay…thank you, Daddy,” You agreed, and Rafe happily placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“You’re welcome, Bambi.”

Rafe tried to concentrate on work, he had a million things to arrange now that he was back in Figure 8, but his eyes would wander to the live footage on his computer screen from Bambi’s bedroom. She spent a while going through the toys he bought for her, and then she neatly made up the bed, before deciding on the American Girl dolls. Next thing Rafe knew, he was in virtual meeting with his Cameron Development team but was actively scrolling through the American Girl doll website in another tab. 

Like he promised, Rafe took a break in the middle of the day to each lunch with you. Lana, Tannyhill’s newest household manager, prepared grilled sandwiches. Rafe joined you by the window seat where you had made yourself comfortable with two of the dolls and your teddy bear. You asked about Figure 8, of course, and Rafe gladly gave you the basics. 

That night, after dinner was enjoyed, Rafe laid beside you in bed. You chose a book to read together, a chapter book called Bridge to Terebithia, “I have to admit, I’m not much of a reader. But this should be easy enough, right?”

“When you were little, did you always have …this?” You asked, a few pages of reading later, “Books and clothes and seats by the window.”

“I guess I did, yeah,” Rafe answered, “It was not all rainbows and sunshine, though.”

“Your father, was he like Master?”

“Yeah, basically. He was not a good man,” Rafe closed the book, turning his eyes to you “And he’s not your Master anymore, okay? It’s me and you now. Just me and you.”

You tilted your head, nuzzling more into the pillow, “If I’m bad, you won’t send me back?”

“No, not ever,” Rafe said steadfastly. 

“You’ll punish me?”

Your words made him pause, and he could sense your worry, “I’m not going to hurt you, not in any real way,” Rafe’s hands found your waist, he gripped the bare skin beneath your nightgown, before his fingers roamed over your bottom, “You know how to be a good girl, right?”

You nodded, staring back, “Then you have nothing to worry about,” Rafe kissed you again, this time deeply and with the purpose of fully tasting you. He squeezed your bottom tight, pulling your front further against him so he could buck his hips against you. The book fell unread and to the wayside as Rafe roamed his hands over you. 

He should wait, he told himself. It was only your first day here, but you were all that he had been waiting for. The idea that he could have you anytime, anywhere, and anyway he wanted you excited him more. A moan escaped you, and Rafe knew you were overwhelmed with the sensations, but he liked the idea of you feeling too much. He wanted fear in your eyes, fear that you wouldn’t be able to take him, and then he wanted you to fully surrender to him. 

Rafe buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking until you cried out. Rafe knew you were a good girl because you had obediently gotten into bed for the night without your panties. He wrapped a strong arm around your back, easily flipping you onto your back. Rafe pulled away, breathing heavily, as he looked down at you. 

“You okay, sweet girl?” Rafe asked, noticing your eyes were still closed. As you nodded, Rafe said, “Open your eyes for me.”

Rafe parted your legs further, reaching down to feel between your lips. Gently, he stroked up and down, feeling wetness at your entrance, “Tell Daddy how you like it.”

“I . . .” As he dipped a finger inside, your eyes shut again, squeezing tightly. This was a look of pleasure, Rafe noted, “Daddy-ah!”

“I think you want it gentle, hmm,” His index finger moved in and out slowly as his thumb caressed your clit, “I can be gentle, don’t worry.”

Rafe moved painfully slow, watching how every movement of his would change your facial expression. Once you were squeezing around his fingers and soaking the sheets, Rafe pulled down his sweatpants. He pressed his length against your entrance, watching your face as he pushed inside. You took a breath of air, your mouth forming an “o” shape as he slowly eased his way in and out. 

He pressed his body closer to you, your arms instinctively wrapping around his back, and he tucked his head beside yours, his breath caressing your ear. He was gentle like he said, but he had to test your limits and see how deep he could go. Your whimpers told him what he needed to know and he felt your nails begin to dig into his back.

“Daddy, d-daddy, daddy,” You moaned his name, sounding a bit delirious as you repeated it over and over. 

Rafe rocked harder against you, “Tell me. Say thank you for saving me Daddy.” 

“Thank you–” Your voice came out barely above a whisper but Rafe could hear your small voice in his ear, “Thank you for saving me, Daddy.” Your hips writhing beneath him, needing more of him, was the final thing that sent Rafe flying towards the edge of the cliff. 

He wanted to focus, to make himself last longer, but he needed you in that moment. His thrusts became shorter, and he sank deeper inside of you as he reached his peak, “Jesus,” Rafe gasped as you squeezed him tightly, your warmness pulsed around him, “Fuck.” 

He resisted his desire to stay inside of you forever, pulling out and slumping beside you. Rafe’s eyes were wide, and he found himself staring at the ceiling for a moment to process what happened. 

“Was that . . . good?” Your voice brought him back down to reality.

“Perfect, sweet girl,” Rafe took you in his arms, and you cuddled into his chest. Again, he whispered, “Jesus.”

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Part 2

[saturnrings77]

"and i got eyes on the back of my head, i got eyes everywhere so i know where you go"

after snorting a line, rafe threw his head back, his pupils blown, a lazy smile on his face. he chuckles at the high taking over him as he closes his eyes and rests his head on the back of the couch. as the music faded away, he heard the sweet sound of laughter, a sound he had never heard before. his eyes shot open only a moment later, feeling a strong urge. he lifted his head up with a jerk and his eyes immediately zeroed in on you.

your hair was blown out prettily, falling to rest just around your midsection. you were adorned from head to toe in the finest gold jewellery you could owned, from necklaces to diamond rings. you were kook princess after all. your body was clad in a silky, pink, flowy dress, the hem ending at the tips of your fingertips. your fingers were manicured in almond-shaped acrylics glazed with pearl iridescent polish.

everyone else faded around you. he could only hear your soft laughter, watching your head get thrown back by whatever your friend says. watches you gracefully walk around greeting everyone you knew. rafe was in awe. no one knew that, not at the way his eyes were intently looking at you. he seemed more agitated than anything.

"what y'looking at, country club?" barry nudges rafe with a smirk, eyes trying to focus in on what rafe was glaring at. rafe's head ticks in annoyance."nothin' " he doesn't even look towards barry's direction.

"kook princess, huh?" barry chuckles but rafe sees it as nothing but a threat. his hands come up to lock around barry's neck.

barry raises both his hands in surrender. "woah, there, country club. y'don't gotta worry about me ."

rafe wanted you and he would stop at nothing to have you.

you don't think much of it when the house next door that had been for sale for a while had been bought. you smiled in delight when you noticed a moving truck unloading boxes. you took it upon yourself to welcome your new neighbour by baking some brownies only to find out that rafe had moved in next door.

the moment he found out you had a car, he placed a tracker in such a hidden spot, even the mechanics wouldn't see it.

he befriended your older brother just to go to your house and watch you prance around in the skimpiest bikinis and pyjama sets.

he'd sneak into your room when your brother is busy in the bathroom and go through your underwear drawer or dirty laundry just to steal some of your panties. you think nothing of it when your underwear goes missing because everything goes missing on laundry day.

from staying over at your house so much, he'd come to learn your schedule. he'd even go as far to stage run-ins with you, wondering how you guys are coincidentally at the same place at the same time. one meeting that really irked you was how he was just walking past your nail place in the cut knowing damn well he'd never go near that place.

the more you guys ran into each other, the slitter your outfits would get. tighter tops and skirts. your tops would sometimes be lingerie especially at parties. you had caught onto his antics.

little did he know that you wanted him too.

[rafesangelita]

hey sweetie, can i request please [🍪] chocolate chip cookie with rafe cameron and based on the song " hard times" by ethel cain. you know how much i like her (both of you are so talented). you're free with the plot, you can make it angst, fluff, smut, whatever you want with a soft or a dark!rafe. as you please. tysm for considerate it and also congrats on your 5k. so proud of you. and take your time !! so excited <3

₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

pairing: dark!dealer!rafe x pogue!sweetheart!reader

summary: ❝i’m tired of you still tied to me, it’s just the way that you are. i’m tired of you, too tired to leave.❞ — the never ending cycle of rafe causing you pain and making you feel better.

warnings: a lot of angst, barry being the mediator, crying, shouting, description of unprotected sex, emotional abuse (?)

word count: 0.5k

a/n: i won’t lie, i hadn’t really given ethel cain a chance but when i was reading the lyrics to base this fic off of- MY HEART. i related to this song so much, it shocked me how i never gave it a try. thank you for participating and sending in this request :( i love you so much!! @nemesyaaa

you were everything rafe wasn’t. sweet, gentle, nurturing, patient. surely you two couldn’t work, right? instead of your differences driving you two apart, it drew you closer like the pieces of a puzzle. you filled his voids while he filled yours. maybe you were too young, but you couldn’t recognize that love, this love, could be bad. you clung onto the remnants of rafe that was good, to you it overshadowed everything else. the rage, the cruelty, the possessiveness, the pain. it was who he was, and you were okay with that.

“why are you cryin’? i told you about that shit already!” you jumped when rafe slammed his fist down on the table, his knuckles already split and bruised. “you’re shouting at me, what do you expect?” you cried more, your pink nails glittering under the light of barry’s dingy trailer. barry cleared his throat awkwardly, flashing you an apologetic look as you rushed to wipe your eyes. rafe ignored your sniffles while he sorted out his product. “do you really ‘gotta make her cry bruh?” barry took a seat after you left the kitchen.

rafe was quiet for a moment, eyes trailing up to look at your curled up form on the worn out couch. he saw the shake in your shoulders, the ruffles of your long skirt disheveled from laying on the thin fabric. you didn’t ask to be here. you didn’t ask for any of this. rafe’s jaw clenched as he handed the scale over to barry. “weight this out, i’ll be right back.” he grumbled, walking over to you. rafe was terrible at comforting people, let alone you who just happened to be the most sensitive person in the world. “hey..” his voice was low as he squatted down.

you took a breath, moving your hair away from your face as rafe turned you around. your skin was flushed, your cheeks hot while your lips swelled from biting on them so hard. “you look pretty.” he wiped a stray tear from your cheek before pressing a kiss to your temple. “you scare me sometimes.” you rasped, tracing his jaw as he picked you up, scooping you in his arms as your head rested on his chest. rafe walked you two down the dark hallway, and entered a bedroom where he laid you down.

you knew what was coming, your hand finding rafe’s as he hiked your skirt up around your hips. rafe knew you wanted intimacy, unfortunately this was the only way he knew how to give it to you. with every thrust of his hips bringing you closer and closer to that peak, you watched his expression morph into one of confliction. like he was sorry for doing this, but also on the edge of pure euphoria himself. you came with a cry of his name, your fingers wrapping around his digits while you felt him empty himself inside of you.

in those few minutes of post orgasm bliss, he held onto you and kissed you like you were the only thing that existed. it was pure heaven. and like always, just when you think you can stay like this forever, he gets up and leaves you naked and vulnerable. “me and barry got some stuff to do. we’ll be back later.” he stroked your cheek before shutting the door. there, in the pitch black darkness, you listened as the engines of rafe and his business partner’s dirt bikes roared to life, the sound fading away as he left you again.

[7seas-of-ryy]

Cozy Days

Author’s Note: I just wanted to write a small fluffy piece to make me happy! I will definitely be writing about more shenanigans soon!! I used a prompt from this list and just changed it slightly!

Summary: You spend the day with the love of your life <3

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: making out, let me know if I need to add any others :)

It was a calm, quiet day and you had never felt so relaxed before. You woke up next to the love of your life, Azriel. Then you went for a walk through the city, just enjoying the sights.

Once you returned home, you cuddled up next to each other on the couch and each read your own book. After about an hour, you broke the silence.

"So... Do you actually like me—" You began to ask.

"We have been married for fifty years. Our mating ceremony is next week. What do you think!?" Az responded cutting you off.

"I don''t know! I just thought I should make sure!" You said raising your hands in defense.

"Make sure?!" He laughed out the response.

You had a lazy smile on your face, always happy listening to your mate's laugh. If you were being honest, you knew without a doubt that the male sitting next to you loved you but a little reassurance never hurt anyone.

Azriel pulled you closer into his side, still smiling and kissed your head.

"I've spent my entire life waiting for you. I lived nearly 500 years without you and yet it feels like my life didn't truly start until I met you. Does that answer your question?" He spoke in a gentle tone.

You felt such a deep love for him and you knew words wouldn't do how you felt justice. Instead you moved til you were sitting on his lap and ran your hands through his hair. When you looked at him, his eyes were already on yours.

His strong eye contact suddenly made you nervous. He was so gorgeous, it was hard to believe he was all yours.

You looked down, resting your hands on his shoulders while his were laying on your thighs.

"Are you blushing?" He asked with a teasing tone, "After all these years I still make you blush?"

"Don't make fun of me!" You said, barrying your face in his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. His hands slowly rubbed up and down your back. Both of you enjoying the warmth of the other.

"I love that I still make you blush. I hope I make you blush for the rest of our lives." He said, easing your embarrasment.

You pulled your head from his neck and your gaze softened when you saw the look of love on his face.

"I love you." You told him and leaned closer to him.

Your lips were so close, but not yet touching.

"I love you too." He whispered, lips brushing against yours.

You shared soft kisses, which turned passionate after a few moments. Your hands made their way to his hair once again and lightly tugged.

He groaned into your mouth and you pulled away for some air. You were both panting, leaning your foreheads against each other. He went to kiss you again but you put a finger on his lips. A look of confusion washed over his face.

"Did you forget?? Cassian and Nesta are coming over for dinner and I don't think you want them to walk in on us like this." You spoke.

He tilted his head back and forth a few times as if contemplating his options.

"I think I'll take my chances." He decided and before you could blink he had you on your back on the couch with him on top of you.

He kissed you again, this time with hunger. He loosely pinned your hands above your head as he kissed down your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist while he continued to mark your skin.

"Hey guys, we brought a new—" Cassian spoke as he entered but stopped speaking and let out a hearty laugh.

The two of you jolted up, standing quickly. You brushed down your clothes trying to smooth them out while he ran his hands through his hair to make it a little more neat.

"Starting with Y/N as an appetizer?" Cass jokingly questioned.

Nesta rolled her eyes at her mate's joke.

"You two knew we were coming and you couldn't keep it in your pants until after dinner?" She spoke with a disgusted look on her face.

"Sorry! She's just so breathtaking, I can't help myself." Azriel defended himself.

You could feel the tips of your ears and your cheeks grow red at his words. It seemed it was too easy for him to fluster you.

Nesta rolled her eyes but a small smile grew on her face. She was happy for you two, knew you both deserved this love and happiness.

Az grabbed your hand and led you to the table. His shadows wrapping around your torso, up your body until nuzzling themselves in your hair.

You sat next to Nesta and gave her a quick apology, which she gave you a smirk in return. Looking across the table, you saw Azriel already looking at you. He gave you a subtle wink that made your heart flutter.

Life hadn't been kind to you before you met Azirel, but having him now sure did make up for it.

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[asharasasylum]

Bitter Sweet

♡  how it begun

author's note: Rafe doing blow backs in this creepy way has me literally foaming at the mouth i can't lie. anyway enjoy. warnings: dark fic!! allusions to non con and dub con. allusions to smut. step-cest. perv! Rafe. manipulation. drugs. slightly naive reader. 18+ pairing: Rafe x Step!Sister Reader

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“Are you still angry with me?” 

Rafe twisted his head around, finding you standing in the hallway, gazing over at him as you chewed on your bottom lip. 

You were supposed to be in the Bahamas with Dad, Rose and Wheezie, and yet a few hours before that he had found you standing in Barry’s yard with an overnight bag and a suitcase like you were about to take residence. He had been pissed at the sight, and you knew Barry’s lingering stares over your frame hadn’t helped. The memory made your stomach churn, recalling Barry’s leering eyes heavy on your bare legs as you made your way towards Rafe's truck. While Rafe hadn’t ever really played the protective older brother type, you were sure it wasn’t nice to see his so-called friend staring at you in that way. 

But Rafe wasn’t as tense now and you were sure the joint between his lips had something to do with it. 

“Come here,” he said, nodding his head for you to get closer. 

You could feel the corners of your lips tug upwards, but you fought off the smile as you stepped closer to him, not knowing yet if you were in his good books. As soon as you were within reach, he wrapped an arm around your waist, yanking you down into his lap. You tried to slip away, making yourself comfortable but with Rafe's arm pressed tightly against your stomach and his darkened gaze narrowing at you, all you could do was relax into the position. 

Rafe exhaled, blowing the smoke to the side as he continued to just stare. You hated the silence between you. Rafe was only ever silent when he was stewing on angry thoughts, seconds away from speaking up about them. And that was never usually in the calmest of manners.

“Please I-” 

“Dad would kill me if he knew you were here,” he stated. 

His gaze hardened, jaw clenching and you shuddered at the sight of it. 

“You know that right?” 

You nodded, parting your lips to speak, to explain yourself but he simply wasn’t having it. 

“I already have so much on my plate.” His hand dropped to between your thighs, gripping one of them with a tightness that had you wincing. “And now you want-” He squinted his eyes, leaning in closer to you. “What is it you want?” 

“I was worried about you,” you told him truthfully. 

His eyes flickered at that and he leaned back into his seat, taking a long drag of his joint before his eyes settled on you again. 

“Dad has Rose and Wheezie,” you started, fingers tracing patterns against his hand, hoping to ease his tense body. “And Sarah—” 

Your eyes drifted at that, breath catching in your throat as you recalled your younger sister. You missed her. 

“Wherever she is— has the pogues.” You turned your eyes back to him and rested your hand on top of his. “And you need someone.” You shrugged. “I just thought I could be that someone.” 

Rafe rolled his eyes, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest as he breathed out the smoke, shaking his head. 

“Forget it,” you said, moving to stand up. 

But Rafe stopped you, holding you against him. “Don’t be like that.” 

“Do you always have to mock me?” You could feel your eyes watering and not wanting him to see how much he was upsetting you, your gaze moved elsewhere. 

You heard Rafe sigh from beside you before you felt his fingers curl around your chin, twisting your face to look back at him. His lips were curved into a knowing smirk, voice teasing as he whispered, “You’re sweet.” 

You weren’t entirely sure why but you shivered at his tone, goosebumps erupting over your flesh that you wished to hide. 

Sensing the tension in your body, Rafe’s hands rubbed up and down your thigh as he told you to relax. The word rolled off his tongue in a soft hum and it only served to make you more rigid on top of him. It didn’t stop him though and you felt heat swirl in the pit of your stomach as he shifted his hand up higher. 

“Rafe,” you squeaked, clamping your thighs tightly together. 

The humour seemed to drop from his face and before you knew it he was placing the joint to your lips. “Relax.” 

His darkened gaze had you wanting to appease him and after a little bit of hesitation, you took a hit. All while you sucked in the smoke, Rafe smiled but it wasn’t his usual mischievous smile, there was a wickedness there that you hadn’t seen before. One that had clenching your thighs around his hand a bit harder. 

If he noticed, he didn’t say anything. Instead Rafe pressed his thumb against your lips, making you hold the smoke until he dropped his hand back to his side with a satisfied sigh. 

Your lungs burned and you coughed as you exhaled, which of course made Rafe laugh once again. 

“You good?” He asked. 

You nodded in response but minutes later you weren’t feeling so good. 

You had only been high two times in your life before this, once when Sarah had convinced you to smoke some of Rafe’s stash that she had found hidden in the yacht and another time when Rafe had found out, and told you that he wouldn’t rat either of you out if you smoked with him as well. Both times you had fallen asleep quickly after, the high short lived as you drifted into a deep slumber. 

It was no different this time, your mind already slipping from the few hits Rafe had persuaded you to take. 

You were relaxed, a bit too relaxed. Your head rested against Rafe’s shoulder and your thighs were parted a tad, just enough for Rafe to slip his fingers under the bottom of your shorts. 

You should have protested and you went to but Rafe’s other hand was firmly gripping your chin, keeping your head close enough to his to bring his lips to yours. Before you could react, he blew smoke between your parted lips, closing your mouth once he was done and opening it a few seconds later. 

Rafe continued to do this for a while, only taking moments from your lips to take a drag from the joint. He had you firmly distracted, mind becoming so hazy that you weren’t really paying attention to the way his lips were pressing further into yours with each blow, or the way his fingers were lodged all the way into your shorts. 

Eventually he pulled back, and the weed in your system started to take full effect as you fell back. 

Your head fell back into the cushions, and while you tried to fight sleep, blinking your eyes at Rafe, you couldn’t. Your body felt numb as your mind became fogged and the last thing you felt was your hips lifting, as your shorts were being dragged down your thighs. 

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[erwinsvow]

ive been rereading ur bitchy reader stuffs n pleek do more of the pope cameo.. HER SAYING DICK APPT WHEN RAFE COMPLAINED ABT HER HAVING POPES NUMBER MADE ME GIGGLE OUT LOUD pretty please give us more of them 🤲

i imagine her being pissed off at rafe so she keeps giving him the cold shoulder and when he asks something she’d just go “maybe i should’ve gone to heywards instead he wont treat me like this 🙄” BUT ITS SO FUNNY KNOWING SHE DOESNT LIKE POGUES !!!!

LMFAOOO THIS IS KILLING ME!! one thing about my readers, their secret pogue crush is always gonna be pope <3

one thing you had in common with rafe—despite the glaring differences that were so hard to ignore—was that you both didn't care much for pogues.

that was putting it lightly, rafe despised them and you just didn't like them. but some were more tolerable than others—for example, the maybank boy who seemed to you the equivalent of a toddler with sticky hands versus pope heyward, who used to tutor in math. you don't know why or how they're friends, just that you like pope enough to be friendly, or rather polite, and you definitely don't like maybank enough to even think about him.

rafe didn't like any of them, and you didn't really care. you weren't in the habit of defending pogues, and certainly not when you were constantly trying to remind sarah to stay away from them, even though she never listened.

but seeing how angry rafe seemed to get at the mere mention was enough to give you some ideas. when you had jokingly—although now you remember you hadn't really ever clarified—said that you had pope's number because of dick appointments, rafe had gotten so angry it had resulted in the best sex of your life.

you were curious to know what else you could get out of it. unfortunately, your curiosity didn't last for very long. rafe pissed you off just as much as you pissed him off, and though these thoughts were often in one ear and out the other for you.

like today. you had been waiting for twenty whole minutes at the club for rafe, who had insisted he would be on time even though you knew he would probably run late since he was coming from barry's—all the way across town.

all he had to do was admit it, and you would have come later, but instead he had told you to show up at noon and that he wasn't going to be late.

normally you would show up at half past and just tell him to fuck off, but if he really was on time you would never hear the end of it. so you showed up on time and waited... and waited.

rafe finally shows up about forty minutes later, and you stare at him with your signature look—eyes rolling back, an i-told-you-so expression with arms crossed. you could make it more withering if you wanted, but right now you just wanted to hear rafe admit he was wrong.

"shut the fuck up," he says, taking a seat the table. your half drunken diet coke has left a ring of condensation, and you move the cup towards you, wondering how you'd become the kind of girl that waits forty minutes for a guy to show up.

"first of all, i didn't even say anything. second of all, you shut the fuck up. i'm the one who was forty-fucking-minutes late."

"it took longer-"

"longer than you thought? yeah, i said that. yesteday."

"well m'here now, so just order."

you huff, scanning the menu and not sure exactly what retort to use. instead you settle for shutting up entirely, not speaking to rafe the entire time. the waitress comes and goes, the food comes and goes, and you look up when rafe speaks but don't say anything back.

rafe thinks you'll give it up once lunch is over, but you grew up in a household where an hour of silent treatment is child's play. so the car ride to tannyhill, throughout the movie you put on and when you walk away to make popcorn, you haven't said a word.

while the movie credits roll, you look down at your phone, waiting for your apology and deciding when to leave if you don't get it.

"are you seriously gonna ignore me the entire day?"

you stare at rafe, not answering. this is your withering look.

"fine, princess. your choice," rafe shrugs. "finally got you to shut up for once."

you take a moment for his words to really hit you. like any other girl in the world, that comment from your boyfriend hurts a little. it even stings. you don't like the words in the air and you can even tell it left a bitter taste in rafe's mouth. he looks like he's just realizing he overstepped a little. then, for the first time since you saw rafe that day, you speak.

"you know, it's a good thing i didn't delete heyward's number from my phone. times like this i realize how handy it can be."

"what the fuck is th-"

"i mean, really, rafe. even these pogues you hate so much would treat me better than you do. i should go call him up now-"

"okay, princess i get it-"

"bet he'd probably fuck me better than-"

"okay, enough. jesus, i get it. m'sorry, okay? can you knock it off now?"

"i'm not knocking anything off. and you can go fuck yourself if you can't apologize for a little thing like being late-"

"i'm sorry, okay? now can you stop talking about pope fuckin' heyward?" you huff, finally a little pleased he apologized.

"thank you. was that so hard?"

"oh shut up-"

"you shut up. and don't be late again. or i'll show you fuckin' heyward-"

"enough!"

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Caught

Pairings - Barry x fem!reader

Summary - You catch Barry jerking off. Based off this ask

Warnings - Masturbation, blow job, sexual intercourse. (18+)

Laying your bike against the gravel1 and fixing your shorts you began your walk to the trailer, it was suspiciously quiet. Barry had texted you not even 40 minutes ago asking if you wanted to come over, instead of responding you got yourself ready and hopped on your bike.

“Barry?” You called, you went unanswered. Taking the steps slowly you enter the trailer, the radio hummed softly and you expected to see him asleep on the couch, so when your eyes landed on his stark naked body laid upon his bed you couldn’t stop the gasp from leaving your lips. Your eyes wander down to where he fisted his hard cock between his fingers, you could see his stomach clenching with each pump. “Fuck… y/n”.

Your eyes widen, heart racing and thighs shaking. The sight of his cock had you dripping, you could feel your arousal spreading across your panties. The sound of his hand jerking his lubricated cock bounced off the walls, slipped through your ear drum and tunneled into your brain, you’d never forget this sound. You’d never forget the way he moaned your name, you had no doubt he was imaging your tight cunt around his cock. Just that thought had you shaking, you wanted to reach your fingers into the waistband of your shorts. “Oh shit.. fuck”.

Spurts of white cum paints his stomach, his hand moves lazily up and down his cock and he drains his balls. You stay hidden as he lays there in silence for a moment before reaching for a towel and cleaning himself up, a new found confidence hits you and you're walking through the small living room straight into his bedroom. “Shit! Y/n, I didn’t hear you come in” he chokes, going to grab the towel he just threw on the floor to cover himself. Your foot meets the soiled towel and he turns to look at you, his hand covers as much of his cock as it can. “What are you doing?”

You're kneeling in front of him, pressing your palms to his thighs. “Think you can get hard again?” Your lips are so close to his, you can smell the weed on his breath. His pupils are blown, filled with confusion. “Will you kiss me?”.

He didn’t need to be asked twice, his lips were on yours. Fingers in your hair, you could feel him hardening against your stomach. His tongue assaulted yours, asserting dominance to gain back control. But you weren’t having that, pulling away and ducking your head low, gripping the base of his cock. “Knew you’d have a pretty cock” you mewled, blowing softly over his moistened tip. The low throaty groan gives you the confidence to drop your tongue, tasting his saltiness. “Oh shit”.

Hallowing your mouth around him until the tip of your nose brushed his groomed pubes, his fingers laced through the back of your hair. Choked moans spewed from his throat, thrusting his hips up and further into your mouth. Gagging around him only had his grip tightening, abusing your mouth for his pleasure. Tears pricked your eyes, blinking roughly to rid them before they stained your cheeks. “Fucking sweet Jesus… your- fuck” he growled, cupping his balls in your palm sent him over the edge. His already sensitive cock throbbed on your tongue, his load shooting to the back of your throat. You're quick to swallow, using your thumb to swipe across your lower lip. “Did you like that?”

His eyes are hooded, leaning back on his elbows as he stares at you in shock. “What was that?”

“Me.. sucking your cock? And now I’m going to ride you”

His mouth drops as you pull your dress over your head, followed by your underwear. You stood bare between his legs, your arousal painted down your thighs. “Touch me”

His fingers are gripping your thigh tightly, pressing his mouth just above your belly button. “Barry” you breath, your cunt pulsed, a deep ache in your lower belly as his fingers danced up the back of your thigh to grasp the flesh of your ass, massaging it roughly. Pressing his lips to the apex of your chest before enveloping his mouth around your nipple, a sharp breath leaves your lips pressing your body closer to his mouth.

Your knees meet the mattress, straddling Barry’s lap. You can feel his hot cock between your thighs, rolling your hips against his length. Your arousal coating his shaft, his blunt nails dig into the flesh of your hips keeping you from moving. “Damn girl… I didn’t know you wanted me this bad huh? I can smell your sweet arousal”

You're nodding your head roughly, fighting against the strength of his palm to create friction between the two of you. His hand is quick to grip your throat, giving you the smallest of squeezes before pulling you closer to his face. “So damn fucking needy” his mouth is pressed firmly to yours, pulling you closer to him until his cock nudged your opening. “Please Barry… fuck me” you beg, antagonisingly slow he pushed himself into your opening, spreading you wide for his thick cock.

“Oh yes yes yes yes” you cry, when he bottoms out you drop your forehead to his shoulder. A delicious sting courses through your pussy as he stretches you to fit all of his cock, your hips begin to roll and bounce. The sounds of him fucking you sent shivers up your spine, goosebumps littered your naked skin. “Fuck your so tight… taking my cock so well.. that’s it baby girl, ride me!” He praised, leaning himself back into his elbows he let you take full control.

Your palms pressed to his chest as you used his cock to your liking, angling your hips, bringing him almost all the way out only to drop back down.

Your tits swayed with each thrust and he knew he was close, eyes focused on where the two of you joined. “Faster baby, I need you to cum. I need you to cum now before I blow my load in you” he grunts, clamping his fingers around your throat and tightening. The lack of air tips you over the edge, vision blotching and toes curling. Your pussy sucks him deeper, nudging him against the sweet spot inside, your orgasm floods you.

You're an incoherent mess above him, hair wild, sheen of sweat over your skin, mouth wide as you cry out. Just the sight has his balls tightening and his load shooting deep inside of you, his cock throbbing inside your tight walls. “Jesus fucking Christ!” He shouts, his third orgasm flooring him. Sending his body back onto the mattress, chest heaving as he tries to regain normal breathing.

“Are you okay?” Your soft voice brings him back to reality, opening his eyes to see your naked body above him, hovering over his limp cock. “I’ve not had that many orgasms so close together… I’m wrecked” he states, his hand holds your thigh to stop you from moving off him, giving you his famous smirk. The apples of your cheeks redden at the realization that you just fucked your best friend. “So… how long have you wanted to do that?”

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[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort of Normal Part 11

WC 1326, Masterpost CW: anxiety

“Hey, kid,” Flash the older said as he raced up beside Danny.

“Still not a kid, old man,” Danny replied. It was already a well worn argument by this point after several dinners or weekend meals over at the Flash’s household. Sure it was used before that, but once Danny had started seeing Barry out of the mask, he’d only been worse about it. Danny guessed it was their thing now. It was weird to have ‘things’ again with people, but a good sort of weird.

“Still not an old man, kid. I’m not even a grandpa yet!”

Danny almost dropped the tablet he was working on. Barry didn’t have any kids, not aside from Wally who might as well count. Did that mean…?

“I’d tell you to watch your sass in your new position,” Barry continued, unaware or uncaring of Danny’s sudden crisis about the idea of children, “but one, I’d be a hypocrite and two, it’s a solid third of the reason I recommended you.”

“Well, that’s good because the sass isn’t going awa— wait, what new position?”

Barry grinned under his mask in a way that just felt dangerous. Not, like, dangerous in general, but dangerous for Danny who was the focus of that smile. “You’ll see. Flash Two will pick you up Monday at nine am. Don’t worry, you’re cleared off work already.”

“Fla— and he’s gone. That’s great. What the fuck,” Danny said to himself. It was a struggle to focus on finishing up the post event check in and then his reports and then going over his team’s report and then some more paperwork, but Danny managed. As soon as he got home he was immediately was texting Wally.

After the Reveal, Danny had gotten Wally’s civilian number too, but there were strict rules for using that number. Danny understood the caution. Apparently the first number he had been given was encrypted by Batman’s crew, which was crazy to think about, even when he was dating a Flash, so there were less rules other than no civilian names. Just for the ease of it, Danny mostly stuck to the old number unless they were planning a purely civilian date. Or if Danny wanted to say things that he knew would make Wally blush. Things Danny would very much never want anyone else to read. They may have mostly kept to kissing in person, but teasing Wally was just too much fun.

Danny: Why is Big!Flash having you pick me up on Monday??? What did he mean about a ‘new position’?????? I like my job! FLASH!

Quick Boy: You’ve got to give me a second to answer, dude!

Danny: You’re supposed to be fast. 😑

Quick Boy: Who’s always telling me electrical signals can only move so fast?

Danny: FLASH 🤬

Quick Boy: Sorry, babe, I’m not allowed to tell! But you’ll love it! Promise!

Danny: 🥺

Quick Boy: Don’t make those eyes at me! Trust me, babe, just wait until Monday.

Danny: Fine. But know I’m pouting.

Quick Boy: ���

Danny behaved. He didn’t bother for updates. He sent more cats dressed as Justice League members and finished off the last Percy Jackson book, sending Wally updates along the way. But the whole weekend the fact that he apparently had a new job he knew nothing about and would be taken to Monday churned in the back of his mind.

It made him anxious in a way that he hadn’t been since he left Amity Park for Central city.

He didn’t much like it.

-

“Please at least tell me that I’m dressed fine for this new job?” Danny asked when he opened the door to Wally’s knock.

He didn’t really have many other options if Wally said no, he already had on his best dark jeans, cleanest boots, and his new cross body bag. He might have a button up shirt he could change into instead of the long sleeve one he was in, but that was as good as it was going to get. He just didn’t have business casual clothes with the jobs he had.

“You look fine,” Wally said.

“Not exactly a supersuit,” Danny said with a sigh, taking in Wally’s uniform.

Wally pressed a quick kiss to Danny’s cheek. “Not the kind of hero you are.”

That was something Wally had been doing, insisting that Danny was a hero. Whenever he protested, it only seemed to make Wally more insistent so Danny mostly let it be. Plus, the cute smile Wally got for ‘winning’ was nice to see.

It was gracing Wally’s lips now as Danny stepped out of his apartment, locked the door, and shoved the keys securely in his bag. One lost set of keys due to super speed was enough to make sure they were safely clipped in from then on.

“Okay. Right, let’s get this over with.”

“It’s a good thing,” Wally insisted as he squatted down for Danny to climb onto his back, “not your execution or anything.”

“I just don’t like not knowing,” Danny said.

“You love surprises.”

“Little surprises like picnics and presents, not life changing ones.”

“You’ll love it,” Wally insisted and then they were off.

-

“I’ll love an abandoned warehouse?”

“Apparently abandoned warehouse,” Wally stressed with a wave of his hands, like he was a two-bit magician.

“Convincing appearance. Once again, Flash, it’s a good thing you’re a hero because this as serial killer vibes.”

The windows were blacked out. There was a heavy layer of dust on most surfaces. The stairs to the foreman office were long rusted away. It was a mess.

But there was that feeling of being watched that crawled up Danny’s spine. None of the dust actually moved as they crossed the floor over to Barry. And the doors were either welded shut or solidly reinforced.

“Ready kids?” Barry asked.

“Still not kids,” Danny replied almost absently.

“Still don’t care!” Barry pressed one of the bricks on the wall and the whole thing shuddered and pulled back like some massive pocket door to reveal a… a portal behind the wall.

“Ta-da!” Wally said, complete with jazz hands.

Danny couldn’t tear his eyes away from the portal to look at him.

Did they know? Was this…?

“Danny?”

“What?” Danny started, forcing himself to look over at Wally who was beside him again.

“You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Danny winced. He just couldn’t hold back the twitch of his body at that word. “Sorry. Um, so what is that?”

“A Zeta tube, it’s how we travel to the Justice League. It’s like a transporter,” Barry explained.

Okay, right, not a portal to the Ghost Zone. No one knew. He was safe. Danny closed his eyes. It was just a transporter that looked a lot like a portal.

Wally rested his hand on Danny’s arm and Danny almost jumped from the light touch. “Babe?”

“Um, remember how I told you there was an accident in my parent’s lab when I was a kid? Yeah, um, sorta similar look, is all. It just freaked me out for a moment.”

"Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” Wally said. He squeezed Danny’s arm gently.

“No way you could have known. Who has a phobia over portals, right?” Danny said as he summoned his best attempt at a smile for Wally.

“Are you okay to…” Wally glanced from Danny to the portal nervously.

“I, yes? Can you just explain to me how it will go?” Danny asked. He pressed himself close to Wally, doing what he could to scrape together his frayed nerves. It wasn’t like he hadn’t gone through the actual portal that had killed him all the time. It was just that now all that felt like a lifetime ago, a lifetime no one remembered but him.

“Of course, babe,” Wally said, twining their arms together before he launched into a passionate explanation of the Zeta tubes.

It would be alright.

He could do this.

He had Wally.

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AN: Wally and Barry: We have something so cool to show you! Danny: *has portal based ptsd* ._.

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[rafecamerons-national-anthem]

𝐿𝒪𝒮𝒯 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝐹𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒟-𝑅𝒜𝐹𝐸 𝒞𝒜𝑀𝐸𝑅𝒪𝒩

The summer heat was thick in the air, clinging to your skin as you stood on the edge of the Cameron estate’s sprawling lawn. The soft buzz of cicadas filled the space between you and Rafe, who was pacing near the driveway. You had been waiting for him to calm down ever since you arrived, but it seemed like nothing could settle him lately.

It wasn’t the first time you’d watched Rafe spiral, but it was the first time it scared you this much.

“Rafe, you need to stop this,” you said, crossing your arms. Your voice was more frustrated than you meant it to be, but you couldn’t help it. “You’re getting in too deep with this stuff.”

Rafe stopped pacing, turning to look at you. His usually bright blue eyes were clouded with something darker, something you didn’t recognize anymore. There was a time when he’d come to you when things got bad, when you could pull him back from the edge. But lately, that seemed impossible.

“I’m fine,” he snapped, but there was a strain in his voice. “I don’t need you worrying about me, Y/N.”

You frowned, stepping closer to him. "Well, too bad. I'm always going to worry about you."

His jaw clenched, his hand running through his messy hair. He was dressed in a wrinkled T-shirt, dirt and sweat staining the fabric. You knew what that meant. He’d been hanging out with Barry again, doing God knows what. Rafe’s obsession with getting approval from his dad, from anyone was pulling him into more and more dangerous situations. It was starting to feel like you were losing him.

"Rafe, this isn’t you," you said quietly. "This isn’t the guy I’ve known my whole life."

He looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a brief moment, you saw the boy you used to ride bikes with through the island streets. The boy who would sit on the beach with you for hours, talking about nothing and everything. But that boy seemed so far away now, hidden beneath the weight of whatever darkness he’d let creep into his life.

"People change, Y/N," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe you should stop expecting me to be the same, yeah?"

His words stung, like a sharp twist to your chest, but you refused to back down. “I don’t expect you to be perfect, Rafe. I just…I don’t want you to lose yourself.”

He scoffed, stepping away from you. “I’m not losing anything.” But you could see it in his eyes. He was already lost.

Hours later, the sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon, casting a cool darkness over the island. You sat alone on the dock, your feet dangling over the edge, listening to the gentle lap of the water against the wood. Rafe hadn’t said goodbye when you left the house. He hadn’t said much at all. The tension between you two was getting worse, and you hated it.

You stared at your phone, hoping for a message, a call, anything to tell you that he was okay. But there was nothing. The silence was deafening.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps on the dock snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned quickly, expecting to see a stranger or maybe one of the Pogues, but instead, it was him.

Rafe stood there, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. His shoulders were slumped, his face worn from whatever trouble he'd gotten into tonight. His chest heaved slightly, like he’d run all the way here.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice low and rough. He took a hesitant step forward, and the crack in his tone made your heart ache. “I’m sorry.”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden apology. Rafe never apologized, not to you, not to anyone.

“What happened?” you asked, standing up from where you sat. You moved toward him, noting the bruising on his cheek, the split in his lip. He looked like he’d been in a fight, and your stomach dropped. “Rafe…”

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair again, the way he always did when he was frustrated or trying to hold himself together. “I got into it with some guys. Over something stupid.” His voice wavered, and you could tell he was trying to keep it together, but there was a vulnerability in his expression you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Are you hurt?” you asked softly, stepping closer to him.

“No,” he said quickly, but then his voice cracked again. “Not really.”

You frowned, reaching out to touch his arm. “Rafe, what happened?”

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to find the right words. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, but when he finally spoke, his voice was broken. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Your heart clenched, and you reached up, brushing your fingers gently against the bruise on his cheek. “Then don’t. You don’t have to keep getting yourself into these situations, Rafe. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”

His hand came up, gently wrapping around your wrist as he closed his eyes at your touch. “I don’t know how to stop, okay?”

You could feel the weight of his words, the pain he’d been carrying alone for so long. And in that moment, all you wanted was to take it away, to remind him that he didn’t have to carry it by himself.

“You don’t have to stop alone,” you said softly. “I’m here. I’ve always been here.”

He opened his eyes then, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the walls he’d built around himself started to crumble. Rafe pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours as his hands wrapped around your waist, holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered again, his voice trembling. “I’ve been such an idiot.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re not an idiot, Rafe. You’re just…lost. But I’ll help you find your way back. I promise.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes filled with something raw and unspoken. And then, without another word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and tender, filled with all the things he hadn’t been able to say.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours again, his voice barely a whisper. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” you promised, tightening your hold on him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And as the two of you stood there under the moonlit sky, with the water softly lapping at the dock beneath you, it felt like maybe, just maybe, you were both finally found.

[bruciemilf]

Okay besties, I have an idea for you;

AU where the justice league was rooted in a small town; everyone knows everybody and no one knows anyone. Not really. But them? Oh, they know eachother.

They knew Clark and Bruce would tie the knot right after graduation.

They knew Diana would take new York museums by storm. They knew Hal would grow into his dad's aviator jacket. They knew Barry would wear gold around his neck in the Olympics. They simply knew.

Except for the fact that Clark had no idea Bruce would go on to divorce him just to marry an old sparring buddy, -- Khoa something; he doesn't know to this day, and he refuses to learn, -- for reasons he wouldn't divulge.

And bruce didn't anticipate his ex husband being the one who would investigate his husband's murder.

Funny how death brings people together.

Not until Dick, their boy, his boy, too, - He's Jon and Kon's brother just as much as he's Jason's, Tim's, and Damian's, and no piece of shit paper could take that from him, - told him, a bone white paleness to his cheeks the day of his weekend.

Their home is chaos; Not a chaos he knows, a chaos he loves, but a disservice on their once home.

Four different cars parked in front of Bruce's manor, dark enough to blend in the depth of night, give Clark a pretty good idea of what he'll find.

" This is bad. This is really bad, right? Oh god, is he moving? He just looked at me, I SWEAR he just looked at me,--"

'' Who gave Barry coffee?" Clark doesn't want them to be shocked when he enters, because really, he's not supposed to be here. The spark of twisted pleasure when they see him Is small, but it's there. " Who died?"

Hal skips over the corpse currently occupying the living room carpet, a frenzy in his eyes, " We do NOT have time for your shit, Kent. It's bad enough Wayne dragged us along to his little graveyard shift,--"

Clark doesn't particularly want to know who's that Oliver tosses Russian words with over the phone, but he takes a pause, only to point sharply at the pilot, " As if you have anything better to do you plane crushing fuck--"

" One time! One time!"

" Quiet down! You're upsetting Bruce," Command and order came to Diana as naturally as flight does to birds; Out of them all, -- jaded and secretive and wore out by life like a pair of shoes, -- she holds the crown of stability for sure.

Clark envies her. Maybe because she's her, or because she has an arm around Bruce.

He's tired; And scared. Clark's pretty little ghost.

Blanket over his lean, strong shoulders, knees nestled to his chest, shivering under Diana's arms. His eyes haven't left the living room.

Not until Clark walked up to the bottom of the stairs, where he could catch a better view of purple and blue rendering Bruce's sharp cheek.

There's something undeniably demure about Bruce Wayne; Youngest of them, softest of them. Clark adored it; He's always been a beast of a man, -- granted, raised with Martha Kent's southern loving ways, but you can't make a puppy from a wolf.

Bruce very much disagreed, and told Clark as such. That they compliment eachother.

Clark can't help but be sad at Bruce's softness now; But he's not stupid enough to think Bruce weak, and God help you if you're that man. Maybe Khoa was that man.

Bruce's eyelashes flutter like a butterfly's wings, " ...Clark." You came.

" Hi, baby." You called.

He closes his eyes, silently letting embarassment take him. Hal facepalms behind him.

" Not to interrupt your weird Eye Make Out slash Emotional Hug contact, but seriously, we need to call the police!"

" No!" Bruce raises to his feet, fingers twisting and fiddling, a nervous habit. Clark wants to capture him in his arms and never let him move, " No. No police."

Diana's voice is gentle, " Why not?"

" Because he did it!" Hal says, " I mean, it's pretty obvious!"

" Oh shut the fuck up-"

" That's absurb--"

" Hal, you're scared I get it, but Bruce would never,--"

" I did," Bruce declares, sentencing them to silence. " I did it. "

A tension filled cloud slowly drips over them. Hal begins pacing even more. Barry joins him. Oliver's yelling gets louder, and the Bruce's fingers shake worse.

Clark, wordlessly, pulls him upstairs, hands gentle on his smaller wrists, ignoring the call back from downstairs, where death still lingers.

Bruce won't look at him when he asks, " Did you do it? Really?"

" He was going to hit me."

" He was already hitting you," Clark spits the hateful truth, acid hissing over his tongue like a well-sharpened knife, " He was already hitting you. And you didn't kill him then. "

A shiver, a tremble, Bruce turning his back as if to protect himself. Clark's heart hurts. He's never been someone Bruce needed protection from, " Please, --"

" So you were either going to stop him from hitting you... Or from hitting someone else," Bruce's frame moves from him, departs again, and Clark follows, because he let Bruce walk away one time and it got them here, " ...Or someone was gonna stop him from hitting you."

Bruce freezes, gaze wide. Only he's not looking at Clark. He's looking at what's behind him.

Clark follows the line of sight.

There's Jason, their youngest, their tallest, terrified, and teary, and blood soiling his hands.

[jerreeeeeee]

"Don't think I didn't notice you slip out when we had Lucretia over yesterday," Lup says. She and Barry had a nice enough lunch with her, did their best to pretend they weren't all drowning, but the third member of their household had made himself conspicuously absent all afternoon. In fact, this is the first time she's been able to catch him still, not in between some task or other. He's kept himself busy lately.

Taako rolls his eyes, trying, in the way he does, to hide the way his shoulders start to creep towards his back-angled ears. "It's not really a secret I don't want to see her."

Lup sighs. "Taako, she's already apologized. What more do you want from her?"

"I don't want anything from her," he says, voice tight, eyes down. "I thought I made that pretty clear."

Lup flinches, despite herself. "Then what, you just.... never talk to her again?" Could he really just cut her out like that? After everything? Could they really go back to how they used to be? After everything?

His eyes stay on the floor, and he shrugs like he doesn't care. Maybe he really doesn't anymore. "That's the idea."

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"That's awful," Lup says. "For both of you. That doesn't make you sad?" She wants to believe it does, but she just doesn't know anymore. Her brother has always had hidden depths, but they've never been hidden to her. Is his anger and hurt really stronger than the bond he and Lucretia had built? What if—

"It makes me less sad than the thought of you left to rot in an umbrella for ten years. I robbed your body, Lup." Taako only meets her eyes then, and his are so anguished, she knows there's no convincing him. From the tiny slivers of the intensity of his hurt she's seen—all that he's allowed her to see—she's starting to understand why.

Still, she tries for defense. "She didn't mean for any of that—she couldn't have known—" It's weak, and she knows it.

Taako scoffs, carefully avoiding her gaze. She wishes he'd just look at her. "It still did, though! It all still happened!"

Her heart sinks in her chest and she tries one more time. "She only did what she thought was right!"

His eyes would be ablaze, if she could just see them. "Well, she was wrong!"

"Stop blaming her for my mistake!" Lup finally shouts, and it all comes rushing out. "I came up with the relic plan in the first place, Lucretia only did what she could in the face of my mess! It was all me! I disappeared! I left you!" I'm the one you should be angry with, she doesn't say. I'm the one you are angry with. You just can't say it.

Taako can only stare at her, openly shocked. "No," he says, "no, Lup, I don't blame you—" He does, though. Everything he'd said was true of her, too.

"It doesn't matter if you blame me," she says bitterly. "It's still true." Of course he doesn't want to blame her. Of course it's easier to foist it all onto Lucretia and then cut her off—but it's not quite the full scope of the thing. He was left alone before Lucretia ever made her mistake.

Taako looks at her helplessly. "Well. I... I will make up with her. If that's what you want. I don't—I don't think I can forgive her. But I will move on. For you."

"I'm not—I’m not asking you to do anything you aren’t ready for," Lup says, regretful. She should've known this is what he'd say, but she wouldn’t ever try to pressure him into anything. "Your relationship with her is your business. I didn’t mean to make you think you have to do anything for me. I just—I've already lost too much from my mistakes, and gods know you have. So I don't want you to push her away as—as a proxy. She did her best with what I left her."

"She's an adult, Lup," Taako says, his eyes flinty and cold. "I know you have a hard time seeing her as anything but the Starblaster's baby, but I got to know Madame Director. She made her choices. And she knew the consequences. For all of us.”

“Yeah. So did I.” Lup looks away, eyes watering. “Gods, don’t you get it, that’s why I feel so bad for her—she didn’t know how bad it would get, she didn't know the consequences. ‘It’s only for a little while,’ that’s what I told myself, too.”

“But you—no,” Taako says, “no, I don’t see it that way. You didn’t betray us. Lup, it’s not the same. If everything had gone right you would’ve been right back. And it's—you sacrificed yourself, you know? I don't think it was a good decision, but it was your decision. You and your fucking martyr complex—" It's meant to be teasing, but now's not the time, and it comes out bitter.

He continues, "But she made the decision for everyone else. Lucretia always knew what she was doing. She doesn't get to do that to us. To me. Take away everything good I've ever had. Even if it had only been a year—even if it had only been a day! I’m not only angry because she took time I could’ve spent finding you, because she's the reason you were trapped so long, I was fucking miserable, too, it hurt like half my fucking life was missing, like everyone I loved was gone, all the time, and I couldn’t even understand why—"

He cuts himself off, eyes wet, jaw set, and looks away, like he doesn't want her to see. Like he can’t bring himself to let her see how badly he’s wounded; and it's her fault. "And she saw how it left me, she could've ended it any time, and she didn't. It’s not the same, Lup, it’s not.”

“It’s close enough,” Lup says, swiping at her eyes. “We both hurt you. You wouldn't be so angry—so hurt—if I'd stayed. You can say you would, but we both know you wouldn't. I didn’t betray you, but I abandoned you, she and I both thought we could fix things alone and we were both so stupid for it—“

“God damn it, stop!” Taako shouts, flings his arms out from where he'd been still and tense, takes a step forward, and another, closing the gap between them, the gap Lucretia left, the gap Lup left, shrinking it by explosive force of will. “Fucking stop. You don’t get to decide, Lup! You don’t get to decide if I forgive Lucretia and you sure as hell don’t get to decide if I forgive you. Stop pitying yourself and just fucking listen to me!"

His eyes are wide, he looms as she shrinks back, and isn't that an odd reversal. She's almost glad he's angry with her. She knows she deserves it, and he certainly deserves to get it off his chest. It's just more volatile than she'd expected. She's not afraid of him, she never could be, but she is afraid for him. Something's broken and wild in him now, and she doesn’t know how to restore it.

So he just raves, untethered, "It’s not up to you! It’s too late! I already forgave you! I forgave you as soon as it happened! Just fucking let me!”

“Taako,” Lup gasps, finally weeping, as he takes the last step to bring them together, and she lets his arms sweep around her, falls into them. Her eyes squeeze shut and she wipes her tears in his shoulder, lets his words sink in.

“It’s over,” he says, holding her tight. “It’s all over now.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, one last time.

He only grips her tighter. “Stop being sorry.”

They stand there for a few minutes, and Lup does her best to quell the guilt that threatens to rise like bile in her throat. It won't do any good to hold on to it. Taako said he forgave her. She should believe him. She still feels she shouldn't be letting him hold her while she tries to get her tears under control. He's more hurt, she shouldn't be making him comfort her, it's not fair that he always has to be the one propping her up, holding her together while she falls apart, just like before, and then she just went and left him all on his own—

"I said, stop being sorry," Taako says quietly, after she's been silent.

Lup becomes aware of herself, like waking up for the first time, like being in her body for the first time again—it happens sometimes, she doesn't realize she's been caught in her mind until she's back. But she's here now. This is real. She feels her soft sweater, Taako's arms around her pressing the fabric into her back, his hair tickling her face, a little longer than she's used to, and she realizes she's gripping the shoulders of his shirt in tight fists.

"It's not that easy," she mumbles, unwinding her hands. "But. Thank you."

"'Course." He pulls away and holds her by the shoulders, looking suddenly sheepish. "Uh, sorry for yelling at you." He softens for her, makes himself gentle as best he can, like always, though it's slow and awkward now. He's out of practice.

"Nah," she says with a small smile, reassuring, "I needed to hear it." He's spent too long not being listened to. They both have.

"I did mean it," Taako says. "I'm not angry at you. I'm really not. I should've—nothing I said about Lucretia was about you. I didn't mean to make you think that. And I... I will make up with her, someday."

"You don't have to, Taako," Lup says. "I shouldn't have come at you about it. You're right, it's not for me to decide."

"Yeah, but..." He trails off and then switches to another thought, sure she'll be able to follow, and she does, of course she does. "I just have a hard time getting it into my head that Lucretia's the same person as Madame Director, you know?"

"Yeah," Lup says. She almost knows, but she only has the one memory, and even after everything she still can't look at the old, weary woman without seeing their Lucy.

"I just—I might take a while," Taako says, squeezes her shoulders even as his eyes drift away. "I don't know."

"That's okay," Lup says. "Babe, you don't have to rush anything."

"I do, though, don't I?" He frowns, face open, eyes flicking toward her. "We're mortal now. Most of us," he gives her a fragile smile.

"Some of us are also grim reapers, bud," she says, and takes his hands, holds them between the two of them. "And Lucretia looks older than she is. From stress, not just magic."

"Yeah," he says, unsure. "Maybe."

"Are we..." she starts, suddenly afraid, her ears tilted back, and this time it's her that glances away. "Are we okay?"

He gives her a strange look. "Yeah, I just said so."

"I mean, in general," Lup says, voice gone thin. "Everything's different, it's..." She can't express it. After a lifetime of profound understanding, the tiny space still left between them feels vaster than words.

But even still, after everything, Taako understands her. He tugs on their clasped hands, pulls her closer, and step by step, the gulf shrinks. "We're gonna get there," he says. He lets her hands go, and for a moment she's lost again, floating in endless darkness, but then she's shocked back into presence as his hands cradle her face, and he's right there in front of her, eyes locked to hers, trying for a reassuring smile. He presses their foreheads together and she finally feels solid, real, safe.

Lup tries to push her uncertainty down, and then thinks better of it. Taako's never cared about nobility. Martyring herself hasn't ever helped anyone she loves. He'll never be able to lean on her if she doesn't trust him enough to lean on him first. She lets her voice be small and scared. "Promise?"

"Yeah," he says, quiet and something approaching gentle, only a little hoarse around the edges, but he's getting there. "Yeah, Lup, I promise."

[unreliablesnake]

Somebody like you – part II (Harry Wells x reader)

Summary: You left the day after Harry kissed you and now he believes he chased you away. But when you return, you don’t hesitate to explain yourself.

Note: part 1 / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics.

Harry kissed you one time out of instinct and you fled right away. He thought you liked it too, he thought you felt the same way, but apparently you didn’t. You returned to A.R.G.U.S. where you had worked between the black hole incident and the day the team called you back soon after he arrived, and conveniently went no contact with him due to security measures there.

And now there he was, anxious and worried to death because Zoom had his daughter, and also because you were out there, out of his sight, basically served on a silver plate for the evil speedster. If he knew about you, he could easily kill this version of you as well to torture him even more than he already was.

You never explicitly told him he was the reason why you left, but he could feel that it was all because of that stupid kiss. He didn’t believe the whole “they just called me back to help with something I used to work on” excuse you came up with. It was too big a coincidence to believe. It bothered him, he blamed himself for chasing you away, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

Even after they freed Jesse, after he had entirely new things to worry about, Harry often found himself thinking about you. If you were only there to support him, to be by his side and ease the pain he felt–but you weren’t. You were hiding somewhere far from him, and on worse days he wondered which member of this little team kept in touch with you to keep you updated about whether or not he was still here.

“Look who’s back!” Harry heard Cisco’s voice from the cortex one day.

He pushed himself away from the desk he was working at to see who it was, and when he saw you standing there, he almost lost his balance with the swivel chair. It was you. It was really you standing there with that big and happy smile on your face, hugging the team as a greeting.

“How are things at A.R.G.U.S.?” Barry asked you with a laugh once he let go.

Whatever you said in response, his brain didn’t register your words. He didn’t care–he couldn’t care–when every cell in his body was ready to move towards you. All he had to do was stand up and walk over to where you stood. It wasn’t hard. Yet he couldn’t get himself to move because his brain was telling him you would only push him away, and he didn’t want his daughter and the entire team to witness that.

Yes, his ego was in the way.

Harry knew he was staring at you, but despite this he wasn’t really paying attention to what you said or did, this is why he only realized you were on the move when you were standing right in front of him. He gulped as he stood up and watched you with a nervous smile.

“Welcome back. How long will you stay?” he asked you hoarsely.

“As long as I can,” came your answer. “I’m done with that project, I have no reason to be there anymore.”

The others were watching you, he could see that over your shoulder, but it didn’t matter now. Maybe it was time to let go of his fears, maybe it was time to start an honest conversation. “Why did you leave?” Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “I kissed you and the next day you announced you were leaving. Why did you leave?”

You suddenly started laughing, almost causing him to jump from surprise. “Harry, I didn’t leave because you kissed me. If I could, I would have called you, but the A.R.G.U.S. facility I was in has very strict rules,” you told him, slowly leaning closer. “To be honest, I thought about that kiss and you quite a lot.”

“Is that so?”

“I missed your grumpy attitude,” you whispered.

“I’m not grumpy,” he defended himself, but you only shook your head with a smile. “Yeah, maybe I am, but never with you.”

It was you who reached out to pull his head down and kiss him gently on the lips, drawing a series of whistles and claps from the team in the background. He couldn’t care less about the audience when he finally had you in his arms again. Safe and happy, just the way he wanted.

He pulled away for a second to take a better look at you, appreciating the view for the millionth time since you had met here the first time. You tilted your head to the side as you watched him, probably trying to figure out why he stopped, but he only smiled at you briefly before pulling you into a tight hug and rested his chin on top of your head.

Jesse was by now deep in a conversation with Caitlin, her eyes occasionally falling on him as they talked. He knew she was probably asking about you and he couldn’t blame her. She knew your doppelgänger, and knowing how smart his girl was, she probably had her suspicions already.

“They are staring, aren’t they?” you asked quietly.

“Of course they are,” came his response that lacked the usual hint of disapproval or sarcasm. He had grown to like these people, and while he wasn’t about to call them family, they were still more than simple friends. “Ready for the questions?”

You hummed in agreement as you let go of him, but you couldn’t even turn around before Jesse arrived. Harry was a little worried that she would disapprove of this thing you two had, but he was pleasantly surprised when her lips curled into a wide grin.

“Can I talk to you, Dad?”

And with this question the pleasant surprise turned into pure terror. You didn’t seem to notice and he was honestly grateful for that. You told them you would go over to the others, so he soon found himself feeling cornered by his own daughter.

“Please tell me this is not happening only because you lost our version of her,” Jesse began in a hushed voice. “I always knew you had feelings for her, I saw how badly her death hurt you, so don’t blame me for worrying about this version being nothing more than a cheap replacement.”

“Don’t call her that,” he warned her.

“I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just want to make sure you really like her for who she is here, and not for what her doppelgänger was like.”

Harry drew in a deep breath as he thought about this. She was clever and she was right, and he had never had the time to truly get to know you. Sure, he paid attention to you even when you were avoiding him, so in a way he learned a lot about you, but he wasn’t sure if you saw past the little detail that he was your old crush’s Earth-2 counterpart.

Gulping loudly, Harry looked over at you and let out a groan. “I like her for who she is,” he said, and although he wanted to finish the sentence, he decided to fall silent instead.

And this silence was louder than he assumed it would be. “You’re not sure if she likes you for who you are,” Jesse pointed out, earning a nod from him. “I can ask her.”

“Or I can keep whatever this is going on and we’ll find out along the way,” he suggested with a smile.

“That might work too,” Jesse agreed with a shrug.

[mx-pastelwriting]

Cuddle Copy

John Price X GN! Reader

Summary: Having to wait out the enemies' transport, sleep was the only option. Lucky you have your teddy bear Price with you.

Warnings: Fluff, Established/Secret Relationship

-I heard Barry say that Price likes to read and I just had to write something.

Putting your gear down, your head snaps to John’s sighing, knowing he’ll have a hard time falling asleep. Always on guard on missions, never taking time to relax even at home, and dating for a year and a half, you’ve learned things about each other, like how he likes his tea and how you like to be cuddled.

All things cozy when you're home, but as soon as missions came, you had to be careful as he was your superior. You met outside the field but while in another unit before he had you transferred, making you both closer. Sometimes you talked that maybe Laswell could be open-minded enough, but never did you go through with it, but that didn’t stop your theory that she knew from the start.

Snapping from your thoughts, you came to watch John make his bed on the concert floor. Getting up, you started next to him, putting your water and light on as if it were your bedroom back home. Sitting down, you look over at his side; he had sat down before you already with a book in his hand that he’s read over a hundred times since you’ve been with him.

You put your radio in front of you, waiting for anything to come through. "I’ll take the first watch," he says, catching your attention as you look over at him, still in his book. "I’m not tired," you say before turning back and picking up the radio to tune it to the new channel.

"Come in Price and L/n" Laswell’s voice comes through with a bit of static: "Copy, Laswell, what do you have?" Your focus snaps as you feel John’s hand gently rub your back.

Your face feels hot as he moves under your shirt, touching your now-hot skin. "Transport is still on track; it’ll be there by morning. Make sure you two can still stand by then." As her words left the air, John’s hand stopped. She knew.

"H-How?" Was all you managed to say through your shock. Her laugh doesn’t make the room any less tense. "How could I not notice the way you two look at each other, there’s no doubt." You both were left dumbfounded, thinking you had hidden well. "Do the others know?"

"Doubt it; I don’t think they could put two brain cells together to figure you out." John huffed a laugh, agreeing with her. "You’re safe, you two; stay close; it’s going to be a cold night." Was all she said before it returned to static.

Turning to John with a smile, you commanded, "You heard her; open up." A smirk appears on his face as he opens his arm, letting you lay on his chest while he holds his book open with the other. Kissing your head before his warm arms cuddled you tighter.

His voice was a bit tired as he started to read to you, making your eyes heavy. John’s voice is leading you into sleep, your secret still safe.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

[milfswriter]

Secret

Vampire!Rhea Ripley x reader

summary: You find out you've been living with a vampire for years.

Notes and warnings: blood, animal feeding, Roommates to lovers. no smut this time sorry guys lol, idk what else

*hands*

You closed the door to your house, throwing your painful heels across the living room. You really thought your date tonight would work out, but you knew nothing would beat ice cream and movie night with your roommate which you turned down for that stupid guy.

You heard growling in the kitchen, assuming it was Barry but furrowed your eyebrows when he came wagging his tail in front of you, the weird sounds still going on.

Walking into the kitchen, you found your roommate, Rhea, with her back to you as she leaned over the counter.

“What are you doing, dumbass?” You laughed, slapping her back before looking over to what she was doing. There laid a...rabbit. A pretty big one, all bloody as she bit its neck.

You gasped, moving away from her as quick as you could. Rhea froze, turning around to face you. She was breathing heavily like you'd never seen her before. Her eyes were red as she stared at you with fangs almost piercing her bottom lip. This wasn't your Rhea.

You took a few steps backward, gulping at the sight of Rhea's blood-covered chin. Her eyes widened at your presence, you were not supposed to be home this early.

"R..Rhea?" you whispered, your heart beating so fast you thought it would jump out of your chest. Her fangs were more than enough to explain the situation.

It all made sense. The late-night sneaking out, the black and white pictures of her that seemed to be more than a century old that she excused of being her 'ancestor', your inability to hear her heartbeat when you lay on her chest on movie nights, her being a total night owl, the way she'd hear you in the garage while she was in her bedroom, and the way she'd get fidgety every time you nicked your finger and would look away.

The rabbit on the kitchen counter was absolutely mutilated, you tried not to keep staring but it scared you how much she'd been keeping from you these past years.

She took it out of your sight, wiping her chin with the hem of her shirt as her eyes returned to their usual blue color. "I..I can explain" she mumbled, looking down in shame as your breathing quickened.

You said nothing as you ran past her to your room, locking it multiple times. You were living with a goddamn vampire, what if something happened? what if she killed you in your sleep?.

"FUCK!" you heard her yell from the kitchen. Plates and cups were thrown in frustration. She's got the nerve to act like this when you were the one that just experienced a slap in the face.

twenty minutes or so passed before you heard her heavy steps coming your way. You closed your eyes, wishing she would take the hint and leave.

"Y/n?"

"Y/n. Please" she sounded desperate, knocking on your door with a lump in her throat.

"I'm sorry. I know..I know you think I've put you in danger, and..that I lied. But please, talk to me..through the door, you don't have to get out. I just need to make sure you don't hate me. D..Do you hate me?"

You walked to the door, scanning it to make sure it was properly locked. Though at this point you knew she could just rip it out of its place if she wanted to.

You didn't know what to feel. She was your best friend, you told each other everything, but you could never hate Rhea. ever

"Rhea.." you sobbed, your forehead against the hardwood. "What the fuck are you doing? all those years!"

She gave a guilty hum in return and you knew she was doing the nervous fidgeting with her hands. "What if something went wrong!" you placed your ear to the door, waiting for any response.

"You know I wouldn't hurt you if you were the only bleeding thing in the entire world. Never!" she smacked the door with her fist, startling you. "Sorry.."

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It took so much pleading from her before you opened the door hesitantly, only half of your frame visible to her. She tried not to close the distance and pull you into her but she knew she had to contain herself.

"I'm sorry," she said again, "Please say something"

"If you were going to kill me eventually, do it now" you challenged, crossing your arms.

Your roommate's lips parted, shaking her head in confusion. "Are you deaf? I told you I wouldn't hurt you, I wouldn't hurt anyone for that matter. That's why it was a rabbit not a fucking corpse on that counter"

"And you're saying I should take your word for that? cause I did for the past 4 years! and you lied to me" you walked back into your room and she followed suit.

"I couldn't just tell you 'hey y/n! just so you know, I'm a blood-sucking vampire!' could I?!" she argued, keeping a safe distance between you so as to not trigger you any further.

You kept silent, your back to her which was not a good idea at all after finding out her secret. But if there's one thing you knew, it was that you trusted her with your life, you were just in shock you supposed.

You felt her hands on your shoulder, making their way all over to your waist, pulling your back into her front.

"And..also because I didn't want to lose you" she whispered, her forehead now resting on your shoulder as if she was trying to get as much of you as she could before you tell her to pack her shit and leave.

You didn't know why you let her hold you like this, or even get near you at all. You had mixed feelings at this point, but you weren't going to turn her away.

"How was your date?" she tried to break the ice, her hands wandering over your waist like the clingy roommate she is.

You shook your head, turning to face her with a frown. "Awful, as usual. How'd you hide these fangs from me?"

She chuckled nervously, "they only grow when I'm feeding. Sorry you had to see that, thought you were staying out late"

"I will be needing a very detailed explanation of the whole 'vampire' thing" She nodded as she backed away from you so you can face her, hands in her pockets.

"I'm glad the cat's out of the bag, though. It was such a burden keeping it away from you. Come to think of it, you never answered my question" She looked uncomfortable as her hand held yours, no sign of blood on her. Maybe that's how you were clueless all this time, she never left any trace behind.

You hummed in question, confusion clear in your features. "You don't hate me. Do you?"

You scoffed with a smile, but her frown was still there, so you closed the distance between the both of you with your arms wrapped around her neck, tilting your head to lock your lips with hers. Something you never thought you'd have the guts to do.

Her initial reaction was the usual freezing before she held you impossibly close as your tongues fought for dominance, hers won of course.

"Please tell me you brushed your teeth" you groaned, resting your forehead on hers.

"I did, I swear. I needed to look presentable for when you kick me out of here"

You laughed, shaking your head before continuing your previous action. "I don't hate you, Rhe..I can never hate you"

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Imagine Eobard Thawne risking his life to save you.

Eobard thought he knew what it was like to lose everything. All of the times that The Flash had humiliated him, made him lose faith in himself, lose faith in the only idol that he ever had, he was sure that he had felt it all. He lost his job while working diligently on creating on his own suit, he lost touch with his family because he was so busy building this persona, this superhero. He thought he knew it all, until you came into the picture.Until you became someone whom he could lose.

He had three choices ahead of him, and none of them seemed ideal. He could a) save you from the fire that he knew that you were caught in because you had called STARLabs looking for help, though this would mean potentially putting himself in the hands of Barry. b) He could stop Barry, and knew that if there were any fatalities in the building because of their fight, Barry would blame himself which would work well into his plan. Or c) he could stay here in his Harrison Wells disguise and do absolutely nothing.

“I have to use the bathroom, excuse me,” He said to Cisco, and wheeled out of the room while Cisco was on the comms to Barry, leading him to the sight of the fire. He didn’t go to the bathroom. He went to his secret room, clamored out of the chair, and pulled on the yellow suit. You were the only good part of the timeline. The glue of the team, the one who took care of everyone. You had been taking care of Harrison for a while now, never suspecting that he was anything or anyone other than who he had said that he was. You were the only person he felt guilty lying to. You were almost as important to him as his mission.

There was no other real choice but option A.

A yellow light streaked through Central City as he arrived at the fire. He couldn’t slow down, even if that meant giving himself away. You said you were on the fifth floor, having come for an appointment about something or other. Barry couldn’t show favoritism. He couldn’t just get you out. He was too good. He had to try to get everyone. But Eobard wasn’t the good guy here. He could be selfish. He could just get you.

His particular light was noticed, and Barry steered in his direction, trying to push him away, out of the building, somewhere else to fight. Or at least to distract him from the fire so he could get the citizens out and then fight. But Eobard was not to be put off. He crashed into Barry’s side, pushing him into the flames and kept going, up the stairs, his feet barely touching the ground, fifth floor - he saw the sign through the heavy smoke. And then it was his turn to be hit, to be thrown off of his guard and slammed into one of the walls which had a weak foundation, crumbling away and causing him to be thrown to the ground, nearly to the window. He got up, having to focus on moving his face to keep the blur up, then speeding past the flash to search through the rooms. It was like that game, Beyblades, with the way that they were bumping into one another, trying to throw each other off of the path. But it was, ultimately Eobard that found you first. Who scooped you while Barry was distracted by trying to get a hold of himself after a particularly nasty push, and brought you down to the ground safely.

You were in shock, to say the least. Barry, you expected. The Man in Yellow? Not so much. But he had saved you, despite his reputation for violence and hatred. “Umm - thank you,” You said. You couldn’t see his face through the blur that he was causing, not a single feature could be made out but you thought you were looking at his eyes. “Thank you,” You said, more stable this time. He didn’t say anything, didn’t dare, just made sure that you were on your feet, and then rushed off without another word, straight to STAR Labs, straight back to his Harrison clothes, to the wheelchair, and wheeled himself out.

“What did I miss?” He asked, returning to Cisco’s side, looking at the monitors.

“Man in Yellow, y/n is safe,” Cisco muttered, distracted. “I don’t see any sign of him anywhere. Looks like he left the scene Barry. I can’t find him.”

“Okay, I’ll just take care of the rest of the survivors,” Barry’s voice came through. Eobard didn’t sigh in relief, at least not audibly. On the inside though, yes. You were safe. He wasn’t caught. The risk had all been totally worth it.