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silent-stories · 20 days ago

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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

Pairing: underground fighter! noah x reader

Series summary: You’re dragged to watch an illegal fight, and after the match, you meet Noah, a fighter who seems to be battling more than just his opponents.

Tw: mentions of deceased family members, drinking.

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The walls of the tattoo shop were full of framed flash art and faded photos of past clients, the front counter had stickers scattered across its glass surface.

Amber was sitting in the chair across from you, legs tucked under her, scrolling on her phone as you answered the phone: a woman booking a consultation.

Nick, as usual, was posted up near the back, focused. His gloves were ink-smeared, head down as he worked on the sleeve of some guy sitting stiffly in the chair.

You wrapped up the call, set the appointment, jotted a few notes, then hung up.

“So?” Amber prompted, “You were saying?”

You gave a small, tired huff of breath and leaned back in your chair, rubbing at your temple.

“I gave him the bracelet. He gave me back my shirt...clean, actually. And for a second it was almost… good. Like, normal-good. He even smiled. He was joking around.”

Amber blinked, skeptical already.

“But then I asked him why he still fights,” you continued. “He just...flipped. Said we weren’t friends. Basically yelled at me, so I left.”

You looked over at her. She didn’t look surprised. Not really, but still a bit disappointed.

“Yeah,” she said slowly, “sounds about right.”

You tilted your head. “What does that mean?”

“It means you should probably let it go, I'm sorry.”

"Yeah, I should." You said tapping your fingertips on your sketchbook.

The tattoo machine's sound faded as Nick powered it down. He carefully wrapped a layer of plastic around the fresh tattoo on his client’s arm and then peeled off his gloves.

The guy nodded his thanks, grabbed his coat and headed out the door, the bell above it jingling behind him.

“Really, stop thinking about him,” Amber said. “He's not worth it.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right. The whole thing is pointless. We gave each other our stuff back, and that's it.”

Amber didn’t add anything else.

A few seconds later, Nick approached you, stretching his arms over his head. “Alright,” he said, raising a brow at the two of you. “What are you girls whispering about over here?”

You shrugged, giving him a faint smile. “Nothing important. Really.”

He tilted his head, unconvinced but not pushing. “Mmm. Okay. So. The butterfly, right?”

Amber smiled. “Exactly.”

Nick reached over the counter to grab his book of tattoo designs, but his forearm accidentally knocked your sketchbook off the table. It landed on the floor with a soft thud, pages flipping open.

“Shit, sorry,” he said, crouching automatically to pick it up. But then he paused, looking down at the open page. “Wait, these are yours?”

You leaned forward, a little flustered. “Yeah.”

“Damn. You’re good.”

You gave a modest shrug. “Thanks.”

Nick handed the book back to you, grinning as he did. “No, really. Now I'm scared you're gonna steal my job.”

You chuckled.

Nick turned his attention to Amber, flipping open his design book and gesturing to different butterfly styles.

“Okay, so...” Nick pointed to a geometric one in the book. “This one’s kind of sharp and very symmetrical. Good for forearm or ankle. Clean lines.”

“Too sterile,” Amber said, wrinkling her nose. “I want it to feel…alive.”

“Alive?” Nick chuckled. “Should it breathe too?”

As they began discussing placement and color, you sat back, flipping slowly through your own sketchbook.

If it had fallen open to the wrong drawing, Nick would have asked who the hell the guy on that page was. And Amber would have probably guessed it right.

Noah's face was drawn from memory, defined jawline, but not too sharp, dark hair falling just past his eyes. His expression was serious, but in his eyes there was something softer.

You’d shaded a darker halo around one of his eyes: one of the bruises that hadn’t yet faded. There was a small cut along his bottom lip, another along his cheekbone, and a bigger one on his nose, like the last time you saw him.

And then, almost invisible unless you knew to look for them: freckles. Just a light dusting across his nose and cheeks. You hadn’t even seen them until the morning in the abandoned building he called home, when the sun slipped through the broken windows and kissed his face in just the right way.

You flipped the page before anyone could glance over. Then again. And again. Until the drawing was buried deep in the middle of the book.

Amber laughed at something Nick said, and you looked up, forcing your attention back to the moment, tapping your pencil absently on the edge of the sketchbook and telling yourself not to think about him again.

The apartment door creaked open and slammed shut again in one fluid motion, the sound echoing through the quiet living room.

You glanced up from the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, your sketchbook balanced on your knees. The pencil you’d been idly chewing on stilled as Kole strode into the room, hoodie half-zipped, hair slightly damp from the drizzle outside.

“Hey,” he said, already halfway to the kitchen. “Just grabbing something to eat real quick, then I’m out.”

You blinked. “Out? Where...”

And then it clicked.

You sat up straighter. “Again? Seriously?”

Kole opened the fridge and pulled out a plastic container, something leftover from the night before. He didn’t even bother microwaving it. Just popped the lid, grabbed a fork, and started eating cold pasta straight from the container.

“Dean told me,” he said between bites, “there’s this guy fighting tonight, maybe Leo? I don't remeber his name. Says he’s got about seventy-five percent odds to win. Can’t pass that up.”

You stared at him, unimpressed. “Kole, this shit is not football. It's illegal.”

He snorted. “Come on, don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not. I just…” You trailed off, setting your sketchbook aside. “You’ve been going quite a lot lately.”

“It’s not like I’m fighting,” he said quickly. “I’m just watching. Betting a little. That’s it.”

“That’s still your whole night.”

He paused, chewing slower, eyes flicking toward you. “I’ll be back before midnight.”

“That’s not the point.”

There was a beat of silence.

Kole sighed and set the container down, fork still inside and walked towards you.

“I know you don’t like it,” he said. “But it’s not forever. It’s just... a thing for now.”

You exhaled, crossing your arms. “A ‘thing’ that ends with somebody in the ER.”

He gave a faint smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Okay?”

You hesitated.

Then, finally, with a tired kind of resignation, you muttered, “Okay.”

“Okay-okay?” he asked, stepping closer. “Like... tranquility okay?”

You let out a reluctant huff of laughter. “I don’t even know what that means.”

Kole leaned down and gave you a light kiss, quick and familiar.

When he pulled back, his face was close, eyes scanning yours for a second like he wanted to say more. But he didn’t.

He just smirked. “I’ll text you if Leo gets knocked out in the first round, alright?”

You rolled your eyes. “Great. Can’t wait.”

He grabbed his keys from the dish near the door, then paused before stepping out.

“See you later, if you'll be still up.”

You didn’t answer. The door shut behind him with a dull click.

A moment passed. Then another.

Outside, the sound of his car engine hummed to life, then faded into the distance.

You sank back onto the couch, staring at the spot where he’d just been. The kiss still lingered faintly on your lips, but it didn’t bring much comfort.

You stayed on the couch for a while, wrapped in your blanket, the TV humming faintly in the background as some random movie played on Netflix. You weren’t really watching it. Every so often, you glanced at your phone, but there were no messages. Just the usual notifications: missed memes from Amber, TikTok updates, a promo email from a store you kept forgetting to unsubscribe from.

Eventually, you gave up on pretending to be invested in the movie and let your thumb wander over your phone screen, watching some tiktoks.

At some point, your eyelids started to droop. You barely noticed when your phone slipped from your hand and landed beside you on the couch. The last thing you remembered was a girl on your screen arguing with her cat.

And then—

bzzz... bzzz...

Your phone lit up, screen vibrating on the cushion.

You blinked awake, confused for a second, your neck stiff from the way you’d slouched into the side of the couch.You reached for your phone and squinted at the caller: Kole.

You answered on the second ring, voice scratchy. “Hello?”

“Hey.” His voice sounded… off.

You sat up straighter. “What’s wrong?”

There was a pause.

“I, uh… I’ve got a flat. Like, completely flat. Back right tire’s toast.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. I came out for a smoke and it was just… gone. Totally flat. I didn’t even notice at first, until Dean started laughing and pointed it out.”

You frowned. “Did you run over something?”

Another pause. Then: “I don’t think so.”

You stayed silent, waiting.

Kole sighed. “Look, I can’t say for sure, but I think it was the guy who owed me money. From the bet. He didn’t take it well.”

“Are you serious?”

“I didn’t see him do it,” he added quickly. “But he was pissed and acting twitchy. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

You let your head fall back against the couch. “Jesus, Kole.”

“I know. I know. But now I need you to come get me.”

You exhaled slowly, already swinging your legs off the couch. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Late,” he admitted. “But I wouldn’t ask if I had any other way back. I swear.”

“I’ll be there in like fifty minutes.”

“You’re the best,” he said, "I'll be inside drinking something with Dean and the others."

"Alright." You hung up and went to grab your keys.

When you arrived, you made sure to park not too close. You didn’t want your car anywhere near the place, not after what had happened to Kole’s.

When you stepped out, the air was cool but it had stopped raining.

Somewhere nearby, water dripped from a pipe in slow, rhythmic taps. As you walked, your sneakers scuffed lightly against the asphalt, each step echoing just enough to make you feel too exposed.

Outside the warehouse, three men lingered. Two were huddled in a corner, cigarettes glowing between their fingers as they murmured to each other in low tones. The third paced slowly while talking into his phone.

You approached the steel door and knocked twice, and the sound echoed, sharp.

You waited.

After a moment, the door cracked open. The same guy from the last time stood there, thick arms crossed. He gave you a once-over, clearly recognizing you. Then he stepped aside.

Inside, no one was fighting, not anymore. The ring sat empty in the center of the room, and around it, clusters of people lounged or leaned against the walls, drinking, laughing and chatting.

You scanned the room. And then you saw him.

Kole was sitting on a worn-out leather couch near the far end with Dean and two other guys you didn’t know. A bottle of something half-empty in his hand, head tipped back in laughter. He didn’t see you. Didn’t even glance toward the entrance.

No urgency in his posture. No guilt. No "I called my girlfriend out of bed at almost 2 a.m. and I'm sorry" energy.

You stayed where you were, trying to decide if you should storm over or just turn around and leave him there for the night.

Then something pulled your attention.

On the far wall, half-obscured behind an old speaker and a stack of folding chairs, was a makeshift gallery, dozens of photos taped up messily, some curling at the edges. All of them from the fights.

Close-ups of broken noses, fists frozen mid-swing, blood spraying in arcs. Some people screaming. Some smiling through bloody teeth.

You stepped closer. And then your eyes landed on one in particular.

Noah.

Frozen in motion. Shirtless, chest covered in tattoos, hands still wrapped, mouth parted like he’d just let out a loud scream for the crowd. He looked flushed, victorious, a cut above his eyebrow barely scabbed.

He almost looked like he belonged here.

Suddenly, a voice behind you made you flinch.

“Ugly, right?”

You turned.

Noah stood a few feet away. Black hoodie. Hood up. Hands deep in the front pocket. His posture relaxed. You hadn’t heard him come up.

He gave a small, crooked smile. “If you want, I can sign it for you."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No thanks,” you said coolly, nodding once toward the photo. “I don’t need souvenirs.”

Noah’s smirk faded.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

You blinked. “Talk? Thought you didn't want to see me ever again.”

“Just… a minute. Please.”

You crossed your arms, keeping your voice low. “I didn’t come here for you.”

“I know.”

“I came to pick up Kole.”

And yeah, you were still kind of mad at Noah.

Noah’s eyes flicked over your shoulder toward the couch where Kole still sat, now leaning forward, animatedly telling a story to the guy on his right. His bottle swung loosely in his hand. Dean laughed too loudly at something, nearly knocking over a cup balanced on the floor.

Noah raised a brow. “Doesn’t look like he’s in any rush.”

You followed his gaze. And yeah, he wasn’t. Not even close.

Your jaw tightened. You looked back at Noah.

“…Okay,” you said, reluctantly.

He didn’t say anything, just turned toward the exit. As he walked, he paused at the door and pushed it open, then looked over his shoulder, waiting.

You realized he was holding it for you.

You slipped past him in silence, the night air greeting you again with its damp chill. The laughter and noise of the warehouse faded as the door closed behind you with a heavy thunk.

Noah walked a few steps ahead, then turned down the side of the building and toward a short stretch of pavement lined with a single skinny tree. Beneath it, half-hidden in the dark, sat an old wooden bench. It looked warped from weather, one leg slightly uneven, but still standing. Still enough for two.

He gestured to it wordlessly.

You followed. The sound of your footsteps on wet concrete filled the space between you.

And then you sat next to him. For a few moments, neither of you spoke.

“You’re wasting your minute, fighter boy.”

Noah huffed a quiet breath, almost a laugh, then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry. For the other day. I shouldn’t’ve snapped like that.”

You didn’t answer, just kept your eyes forward, watching the way the leaves on the tree above you trembled faintly.

“It’s just…” he went on, “I don’t like certain questions. That’s all. But that’s on me."

You glanced at him, just briefly. His jaw was set, but not in that defensive, shut-everyone-out way he’d had before. It looked more like he was holding something in, like it actually cost him to say that out loud.

You shifted slightly on the bench, crossing one leg over the other.

“It’s your business,” you said, not unkindly. “I shouldn’t have pushed.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s not your fault. Since the first time you saw me, you’ve been… I don’t know. Just, so fucking kind. No one's kind to me around here, not unless they want something.”

He gave a crooked, almost embarrassed smile.

You cleared your throat. “Well, apology accepted,” you said finally. “But mostly because I hope I get to see Alpine again.”

That earned a short laugh from him. “Figured that might be the only way back into your good graces.”

You looked over at him fully now. The hood still shadowed most of his face, but the edge of his mouth was curled up. The tightness around his eyes was less than before, like he was relieved that you were joking again.

“I still think,” he added, “you should stay away. From me. From this place but your boyfriend seems to love it, so I'm not sure I can do something about it now.”

"Yeah. I hate him sometimes." You realized how this sounded just after you said it.

“You ever tell him that?”

You sighed through your nose. “He knows I don't like this. All he does is laugh, make a joke and kiss me like it could fix everything.”

Noah tilted his head, studying you. “So why are you here tonight?”

“Because I still care. And because a flat tire in this part of town at 2 a.m. is a pretty shit situation, even for someone acting like an idiot.”

“Fair.”

After a quiet moment, filled just by the wind rustling through the leaves and the distant voices from inside the warehouse, Noah shifted slightly beside you.

“You work?” he asked suddenly.

You blinked, turned your head halfway toward him. “What?”

He repeated, slower this time, almost like he wasn’t sure it was a weird question. “I asked if you work.”

You gave him a flat look. “Oh, look at that. Mr. ‘You should stay away’ playing Twenty Questions now?”

He laughed, and god, you loved that sound.

It burst out of him unguarded, loose and warm, with that almost high-pitched edge that didn’t suit his face or his body or anything about the way he usually carried himself. But it was real. The kind of laugh you only got out of someone when you caught them off guard in the best way. When they forgot to keep their walls up.

He ducked his head a little like he was embarrassed by it, which only made you smile.

“I’m just curious,” he said, still grinning. “I don’t actually know anything about you.”

“Exactly,” you said, “And I don't about you. That’s the point. You don't tell me shit, why should I?”

He looked at you for a moment.

"If you answer my questions, I'll tell you something about me too."

"This could work."

"Good." He chuckled.

“I work in a tattoo shop,” you said eventually. “Receptionist, mostly. Scheduling, phones, paperwork. I wipe down the floor too.”

He nodded, watching you. “Cool.”

He leaned back a little, shoulder grazing yours for just a second. “You got any pets?”

You let out a breath, half amused, half thoughtful. “No. I wish. But it’s hard, you know? Taking care of something… breathing, alive… in your house.”

He didn’t say anything right away, but you felt him look at you.

Then: “I think you’d do a good job.”

That surprised you. Your eyes slid over to him. “Why?”

He shrugged, barely lifting one shoulder. “Just would. I can tell.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Come on. You’ve seen me, what? Three times? Don’t start getting poetic on me.”

He turned toward you more fully, eyebrows up. “I’m not being poetic. It’s just true.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean it, you have that.... something in you. Something good.”

You blinked at that. Your mouth opened slightly, like you might say something, but nothing came out at first.

Noah rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. I know that came out weird.”

“No, it’s just…” you trailed off, then offered a small smile. “Unexpected.”

He smiled back, just a little.

You gave him a slow nod. “Okay, your turn. Tell me something.”

You expected him to dodge. To crack a joke or say something vague and slippery, keep playing the part of the guy who never lets anyone in. You didn’t expect what actually came next.

Noah looked down at his hands for a moment, thumbs rubbing together, his hoodie sleeves pushed up just enough to show the scabbed-over edge of a healing scrape.

Then he said, almost too quiet to catch, “I grew up without my dad, I never knew him.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t interrupt.

“My mom died when I was twelve.” He said. “I lived with my grandparents after that. They took me in. They were... good.”

He paused. The silence stretched.

“They’re gone now too.”

You swallowed, your heart heavy all of a sudden. “Noah…”

He shook his head once, not sharply, but like he was brushing something off his own shoulders. “It was a while ago. I was maybe seventeen when my granddad passed. Nana lasted a little longer. After her, I just… started doing this. The fighting. And I didn’t have anywhere else to go, so…”

He trailed off. You didn’t press. You didn’t need to.

There was a long, quiet moment.

Your voice was soft when you finally spoke. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t know.”

He didn’t respond right away. Just nodded once, like that was enough.

You reached over, without really thinking, and let your fingers brush his sleeve lightly. A small touch. Not much. But he didn’t pull away. Didn’t even flinch.

You didn't hold his hand, even if you wanted. Didn't even touch it. But that was the closest thing to it you could do right now.

You knew it wasn’t the whole story.

You didn’t know why he kept fighting. Or why he had started in the first place, and why he didn't even consider other job offers.

You didn’t know why he refused help, why if you offered him a way out, he shut the door harder.

But this was a beginning, because he’d opened up, even if just a little.

“No reason you would,” he said quietly. “I don’t talk about it. Not with people here. Not with anyone, really.”

“Why tell me?”

He looked over at you.

"I told you there was something in you, didn't I?"

And just like that, as if you’d both quietly forgotten you were sitting just a few steps from an illegal fight club, where your boyfriend was probably still downing cheap alcohol with his idiot friends, you and Noah ended up talking for almost an hour, in the middle of the night.

The conversation had shifted less heavy aspects of your lives.

You told him about that one guy who came into the shop to get a hyper-realistic portrait of his girlfriend’s face tattooed on his ass cheek.

“Dead serious. Full shading. Dimples and all,” you said, grinning as you mimed the size of it with your hands. “And the worst part? She broke up with him three days later.”

Noah had laughed, really laughed. “That’s tragic. But also, if you’re getting someone’s face permanently inked on your ass, you gotta be prepared for heartbreak.”

Then there was the time you and your best friend got completely lost in Italy, accidentally boarded the wrong train, and ended up two towns over, arguing with a bakery owner who didn’t speak English but kept handing you pastries.

Noah listened, smiling in that quiet way he had, like he wasn’t just hearing the story, but tucking it away somewhere, saving it.

At some point, he’d pulled the hood down from his head and now his hair was falling forward, a little messy, loose in the front.

A few strands framed his face, brushing past his eyes the same way they did in the drawing on your sketchbook.

It softened him somehow. He looked less like the guy who took punches for a living and more like someone who used to be a boy, who maybe still carried the ache of being one.

He told you about his grandma, how when he was a kid, she used to make him peanut butter and pickle sandwiches, just for him.

“She thought they were disgusting,” he said, the fondness in his voice so clear it caught you off guard, “but she made them anyway. Every single time I asked.”

You made a face. “That sounds awful.”

“No,” he said, pretending to be offended. “It’s one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. I swear. The sweet from the peanut butter, the salty and sour from the pickles... it’s... genius.”

“It still sounds kinda gross.”

“I promise it's good,” he countered, a hand over his heart.

You were both smiling now. The kind of easy, involuntary smile that just happens when you’re having a friendly conversation with someone you enjoy spending time with.

He let out a breath, leaning back against the bench with a quiet sound. “I haven’t had one of those in years. Kind of miss it, actually.”

There was something gentle about the way he said it. It was not just about the sandwich, but everything it stood for, like moments spent with someone who loved you and wasn't there anymore, moments of safety, of being looked after.

And you found yourself wanting, absurdly, to find him a jar of peanut butter and the weirdest pickles you could, just to give him that again. Even for five minutes. Even if it was dumb.

You didn’t say that. You just looked at him, watching the way the glow from the streetlight hit the edge of his profile, softening every part of him.

From this angle, side by side, you could see the curve of his nose clearly. Sharp but soft at the same time, the kind of nose that made you want to draw his face over and over again, trace it with your eyes just to memorize the shape. It suited his face in a way that felt unfair. You wondered if it had ever been broken, and if so, how it had healed back still looking like that.

“You’ve got weird taste,” you murmured eventually.

He grinned. “You’ve got no idea.”

You didn’t realize how much time had passed until a sudden breeze cut through the quiet and you reached for your phone out of habit. The screen lit up with the time.

3:12 a.m.

“I should… probably go check on Kole,” you said softly, eyes still on the phone. “It’s past three.”

Noah glanced over, the faint lines of a frown tugging at his brows. “Right,” he said after a second, pushing to his feet. “I’ll come with you.”

Inside, the space had thinned out since you'd left. Most of the crowd was gone, the ring dark and still in the center of the room. A few folding chairs were tipped over. Someone’s hoodie lay abandoned on the floor. Dean was across the room, stacking empty crates with the kind of slow, distracted movement that suggested he'd been drinking too.

Kole was slumped over at a folding table near the corner, head tipped back against the wall, mouth slack. His arms dangled limply at his sides. A scattering of empty bottles formed a loose semicircle around his chair. One had rolled to the floor and lay spinning slightly from the draft you’d let in.

You sighed, already exhausted.

“Kole,” you said, shaking his shoulder gently. “Hey.”

He stirred, barely. Mumbled something incoherent into the collar of his hoodie and turned his face to the side like you were the world’s most annoying alarm clock.

“Kole, come on,” you tried again, voice firmer this time. “We need to go. It’s late.”

He groaned, made a weak attempt at lifting his head, then gave up and slumped back down.

You straightened up slowly as you looked at him, not really knowing what to do.

Behind you, Noah shifted.

You turned and met his eyes.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at Kole, then at you. Then he let out a long breath through his nose. The kind of sigh that said he couldn't care less about your drunk boyfriend, but he still was going to help. For you.

“Take one of his arms,” he said simply, already stepping forward.

You bent down, looping one of Kole’s arms around your shoulder. Noah took the other. Between the two of you, you hauled him upright. His head lolled forward, chin to chest, as dead weight as a sack of wet sand.

Noah adjusted his grip. “I got him,” he murmured, as Kole started saying something like ‘babe… m’fine…’ into the crook of your neck.

You didn’t answer.

And like that, the two of you carried him out into the dark.

Noah’s arms ached faintly from holding Kole up, but he ignored it. The guy was deadweight, reeking of sweat, booze, and some awful cologne.

Still, Noah kept a steady grip, matching your pace as you both half-dragged, half-carried him toward the door.

It had been the first time in years that Noah had opened up to someone. Even just a little. He hadn’t meant to. But with you...he hadn’t felt the usual tightness in his throat when he spoke. You felt safe.

Every time you two talked, just a little longer than the time before, he felt lighter. Like something was slowly being unhooked from inside his chest and set down, piece by piece. He didn’t feel fixed, but he felt better. And that was rare.

He kept thinking about your hand.

About how, for a second out there in the dark, you’d almost taken his. You hadn’t. Your hand had just hovered there for a moment before you brushed his sleeve instead, just the edge of his hoodie, like you’d caught yourself at the last moment. Like you’d remembered who you were supposed to belong to.

But Noah had felt it. That almost.

And now, as he walked beside you in silence, Kole’s weight dragging against him, all he could think about was how it might feel to actually hold your hand.

To feel your fingers, smaller and softer than his, sliding between his. Feel the contrast, your clean skin against his, covered in bruises and tattoos.

Would your hand flinch? Or would it fit?

He tightened his jaw and swallowed the thought.

Because now he was here, helping carry your drunk boyfriend out of a half-empty warehouse at three in the damn morning.

No, he didn’t care about Kole. Not even a little.

He remembered that night in the alley. Kole had looked down at him, grinning like a dumbass, and said thanks for getting his ass kicked so he could win a couple hundred bucks.

The guy didn’t deserve you.

Not your kindness. Not your laugh. Not your touch.

But Kole was still your boyfriend.

And Noah was doing this for you.

Because every goddamn day that passed, it got harder to pretend he didn’t care.

About you.

About the way your eyes lingered on him when you thought he wasn’t looking. About how you smiled when he tried to say something funny. About the way you’d sat with him tonight, listened to him, chatted like two people who met under better circumstances and were slowly growing closer.

He focused on putting one foot in front of the other, repeating himself that you still belonged to someone else, and that just because you didn't deserve someone like Kole didn't mean you deserved someone like him.

Noah leaned back as you finally got Kole settled in the passenger seat, the door clicking shut behind his dead weight. The guy slumped immediately against the window, cheek smashed to the glass, mouth slightly open.

You turned back to Noah, exhaling. “Jesus,” you muttered, rubbing your hands over your face.

“I give him... maybe a 3 for effort.” He said.

You snorted, the sound pulling a tiny smile from him. “Generous.”

You glanced at Kole, who made some unintelligible noise and shifted in his seat.

Noah made a face. “I hope he doesn't throw up inside.”

"Trust me, I'm hoping harder than you."

He chuckled and watched you settle into the seat, but you didn’t start the engine right away.

“Night, Noah.”

Noah gave a small nod, stepping back from the car. “Goodnight,” he said. “Drive safe, alright?”

You nodded, then reached out and gently pulled the door shut with a dull thunk.

He stood there, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, as your headlights swept across the cracked asphalt.

Noah stayed there until you drove away and he couldn't see your car anymore.

He exhaled, and finally, with one last glance down the empty road, Noah turned and made his way back toward his building.

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igotanidea · 1 year ago

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Somebody's watching me : AK!Jason x reader

Request: AK! jason hears y/n’s name from his opponent and just goes nuts like he goes home looking for her.

A/N : the requests is a little twisted, as usual, but I hope you'll still like it anon :D

***

It was gone.

His old life was gone.

And with it, everyone he knew before.

All that was left was revenge, hate, rage. And this unstoppable need for killing someone, destroy something, wreck havoc on every single person who did him any wrong.

Bruce.

Fucking Batman.

He was the Arkham Knight now.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Focused on building his position so that no one, no fucking one, would ever hold any power over him.

And if that meant keeping tabs on everyone under his watchful gaze so be it.

And if that meant putting some pressure on everyone who dared to do as much as step a toe over the line, so be it.

And disturbances?

Defnitely not something he was about to allow.

And now he was holding a gun to one of his goons head.

"What did you do?" he hissed, his voice distorted by the helmet

"Sir, I --"

"What did you do?" Jason repeated pressing the metal more into man's head.

"I-- I disobeyed--"

"You disobeyed. And do you know what happens to people who disobey me?"

"Sir, please this is--"

Jason shot in the air and the man almost fell to his feet.

"It was-"

"I'm not going to give a warning shot again"

"I was-"

"I'm gonna count to three now. One."

"There's this girl."

"Two."

"Her name is Y/N."

"thr-- what?"

"She is very distant family, but --"

"Shut up!" Jason yelled, his face twisted with rage, not that anyone could see his expression hidden under the metal. "Shut the fuck up you hear me!" it took him two steps to be in front of the man, yanking him up by the collar and pinning to the wall with brutal force, half-chocking him "you ever do as much as think her name again and I'll kill you and put your head on a stick as a warning to anyone who dare have a thought of himself. YOU HEAR ME!?"

"y-ye-yes..."

"now get the fuck out of here!" the man was violently thrown on the floor, getting up as fast as he could and rushing out the door. It was truly a miracle he lived to tell the tale, cause Arkham Knight was not known for his leniency.

But Y/N.

Someone from his past.

More than someone.

A girl, a woman, he was once in love with.

A woman, whose name he forgot in the pursuit after Batman.

Or rather - tried to forget.

She was the only one who ever got him. The only one to accept him fully, with all his flaws.

His Y/N.

His Y/N who betrayed him just like anyone else. Who forgot him. Who moved on without giving as much as a single thought to him when he was lost. Who was never looking for him.

His Y/N.

It;s been years since he heard anyone mention her. Years since he swore to never get manipulated again.

And then.

Just a few letters mixed together. Just a few sounds.

And she was right behind his eyes, just like he remembered her. Because even his dark side refused to let go of the rememberance of their time together.

Her laugh. Her smile. Her eyes and freckles from the sun, as fleeting as the summer days they were spending together. Her calmness, care and tenderness when she was patching up his woudns, tiredlessly putting on bandaids and stitches.

Fuck!

He didn't need that.

Just another phase of brainwashing. If not from his capturers than from his own men.

Hell no.

He was going to say no to the past life once and for all.

Hunting her down, wherever she may be.

See her for the last time.

Pour hatred in his heart, destroying all the remaining piece of useless softness and caring he carried in his soul.

Burn the last link connecting him to the past down.

***

She was spending the night in her old apartment. Sitting by the same desk, with the same lamp, in the same posture she ever did.

One leg half bent and folded under her ass, the other hanging loose in the air.

"You're going to end up with numbness..." he muttered to himself, watching her from the opposite rooftop.

Obviously she couldn;t hear him, but something made her raise her head and look outside the window while simultaniously changing the position.

Jason smiled despite himself.

His heart skipped a beat and sudden warmth spread in his chest.

Only for a second though, since he rememembered why he was here in the first place.

Look at her.

So fucking good.

So fucking calm and happy, while he-

fuck!

traitorous bitch.

Maybe it was her plan from the very beggining. Conspiring with Batman only to get rid of him, so they could both be free of the burdening presence of a man once known as Jason Todd.

Y/N...

Regardless of how sweet her name may have tasted on his tongue he would rather cut it off than fall down that rabit hole again.

He was cold as ice. Brutal. Cruel. Ruthless.

And it was not going to change because he saw her.

Not in the million years.

She was the reason of his fallout. She should have stopped him from going on that stupid mission. She should have made him stay, showed him she cared enough to keep him grounded.

It was all her fault that that after being captured all he could think about was how she was going to survive without him. How her heart would break into million pieces, instead of figuring out a way to free himself.

It was all her fault that he became the Arkham Knight. Cause inhumanity was equal with survival. And survival meant living. And living meant keeping his legacy.

So yes, he hated her.

He hated her, because every single thing he did and every little thing done to him was because and thanks to her.

She was the reason of him getting on top, but also the person responsible for his failure as a person.

She was nothing.

She was everything.

And for the first time since capturing, torturing and tranformation Jason felt conflicted.

Y/N...

His Y/N...

Not his anymore...

***

When some force made her stand up and come to window all she saw was a blink of metal on the rooftop. And since she spend half of her life with vigilantes, it was easy to realise that this must have been one of them.

But the silhouette of a running man couldn;t have been Dick nor Tim nor any other hero she would recognise.

And despite herself, she felt a shiver running down her spine.

Someone was watching her.

#jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #jason todd x you #arkham knight x you #jason todd angst #arkham knight jason todd

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timefall-if · 5 months ago

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i fear my hungry ass needs a snippet... preferably of M... or of black market medic MC... or both... pls and ty 🙇🏾‍♀️ (btw ur if is looking great and i cant wait to see where the story goes!)

M spits out blood, leaving a dark and wet spot on the floor. With one hand, they hold a can of cold beer at the back of their head, hissing at the feel of it and shutting their eyes tight.

The party had just finished when you walked in through the metal doors, and the mess still hadn't been taken care of yet. The walls are smeared with makeup and piss, unintelligible words written in bright lipstick and circled with smelly sprays of yellow. Ugly confetti lays sprinkled around chipped chairs, and there are a few strings of neon lights still flickering against the ceiling.

You're sitting next to M at the bar, pouring cheap vodka onto a napkin. You turn to them, holding your hand open, waiting for them to give you their other arm. M does so without so much as a glance in your direction, their eyes still closed and head thrown back.

“This will sting a bit,” you say, focusing on the deep scratches on their skin.

As soon as the alcohol touches their arm, M grunts. “Fuck …"

Their body tightens and limbs flex. You look up at them slightly, your stare fixed on their muscles. M's arms are greenly bruised, surely ugly and brutish to someone else's eye.

Not to you, though. Never to you.

"Like what you see?"

You wince at being caught eyeing your best friend. Were you so obvious?

Your back straightens and you meet M's bright green eyes for a moment. Their eyebrows are slightly raised, an insufferably teasing smirk playing on their lips.

"Shut up," you mumble, turning back to the vodka bottle and napkins on the bar counter.

The sound of M's raspy laugh makes the corners of your own mouth turn upward, your head shaking in both affection and exasperation at once. You grab your scissors and cut some white, soft gauze.

M closes their eyes again. "How'd you get all this stuff so quick, anyway?" they ask.

You snort. "Eh. Marek knows someone."

There is a beat of silence. Not uncomfortable or awkward, but there is something you have been meaning to ask, something that just keeps bugging you, and you know M could smell your curiosity from miles away.

You hesitate before moving your body in front of M again and starting to gently dress their wound. "So, wanna tell me what happened earlier?"

They sigh, "Besides getting my ass beat?"

Your mind drifts back to tonight's fight. The lights of the underground pit were bright in the centre, leaving the rest of the room almost dark. The crowd was loud and wild, crushing you, spit coming out their mouths as they yelled the name of the fighter they bet on, willing them to not let their audience lose their money.

M put up a good fight, they always do. They've fought against this opponent before too. Even though the guy was bigger and meaner, M had won every single time. Until tonight.

You don't know how it happened. One moment, M was pushing him into a corner, their fists coming up at the guy's head and hitting hard. Then their gaze slipped to the crowd and saw you, something in their eyes changing from wild and animalistic to vulnerable, then ambitious. Next second, you see M thrown on the floor, the impact knocking the air out of them. Their opponent started to blindly punch wherever his hands would land, though M kept fighting back, using their legs to hit the guy in the stomach.

But it wasn't enough. M kept sneaking glances at you, almost as if to check if you were still there. They were exhausted, bleeding from their nose, and definitely couldn't take any more hits. Marek stopped the fight and got the guy off M, but they couldn't meet your eyes anymore, not even once.

You keep your head down as you pull the gauze on M's arm tighter. "You were doing good, M. I saw you."

They shift in their chair, the metal screeching against the floor. Your hands work deftly at patching M's scratches, and your fingers linger on their skin just for a second too long. Then you let go.

But M's hand catches yours before you get a chance to turn around again, yet their eyes are still closed, head almost bowed.

"I was distracted."

"By what?"

M's eyes snap to you, finally holding your gaze for longer than ever tonight. Their brows furrow as they look at you, a scrunch between them that you move to slowly rub away with your thumb. Their stare is still trained on you—on your face, your eyes, your lips. They follow your every move, their breath hot on your skin. And you think you might know now what they were distracted by. Or more precisely, who.

They plop back into their seat, still holding your hand. "I just ... I don't know. You're right, I was doing good. And then I saw you in the crowd and I-"

M stops themselves, tongue scraping the inside of their cheek, trying to swallow back the words that are threatening to spill out of them without their permission.

"Doing good wasn't enough anymore. I wanted-fuck, I don't know what I wanted. To show you that I could do even better, I guess. And instead, I just fucking embarrassed myself."

This is what that was about? M wanting to prove themselves to you?

You tie a knot with the ends of the gauze strip, securing it on M's arm as you finish the job. They let go of your hand, allowing you to put your utensils back on the counter. You clean the scissors with agonisingly slow movements, feeling the sharp blades beneath the napkin. If you pressed slightly harder, they would cut you.

Once you're done, you sigh. The silence between the two of you stretches, heavy like a blanket. You pause before you turn to them, trying to catch their eye again, but they pointedly avoid your gaze.

Tsk. Frustrated, you grab M's face with both hands so they wouldn't be able to look anywhere else but at you. Their eyebrows raise as if they would've expected you to just let it go. They should know you better by now.

"You don't have to worry about that stuff with me, M. You're always the best. And I'll root for you ... even if you take a punch or two. Okay?"

They try to move their head from between your fingers, but you don't let them. You keep your hold firm, not breaking eye contact. "Okay?"

M looks at you and grabs your arms gently, their skin harsh but their touch as soft as a breeze. For a moment, you think they will push you away, whatever you said surely being the wrong thing.

But M keeps holding your arms instead, keeping them in place, your hands still on their face.

"... Okay."

#this is not really an actual snippet #just more of a scenario because this was too good of an idea to pass it up #but if you guys like it then i might just include soemthing like this in the game somewhere!!!#also sorry if there are any typos >< it's pretty late for me #but i hope you like it aaahhh !!!#inbox <3 #maddox / maxine #time fall if #if wip #interactive fiction #interactive story #interactive game #choicescript

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magicmanii · 1 year ago

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can i pretty please request a rin x gn reader where rin is hopelessly down bad for them? (like he runs to pay for anything they want and gets grumpy/petty if reader insists/pays or runs to open doors for them and is honestly just all around pathetically in love)

BEACHY LOVE

🌺 It's been… like 7 months since my best friend has requested this.. I hope you enjoy…

🌺 It might be a little ooc Rin? Disgustingly in love Rin!!! Rin is a cutie patootie in this!!! Isagi is a little freaked out.. Also I haven't read bllk in a minute so I'm going off of what I know.. THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD!!!!

🌺GN READER‼️‼️‼️

🌺 WORD COUNT: 1,204

Isagi has seen a lot of weird stuff since he's become a famous soccer player.

He's seen fans flash their favorite players in a weird attempt to get their attention, he's seen opponents lose their shit after losing a match, he's even seen his own teammates get weird while playing a game. He can't really say anything about that though…

But what he's never seen before; in his seventeen years of life, is Rin Itoshi, one of the best soccer players in Japan (and also notably one of the most cold and standoffish) rubbing sunscreen into someone else's back.

I mean— helping someone with something without glaring at them or complaining!?

A shiver ran up Isagi's spine.

This couldn't be Rin. This had to be an imposter.

Rin would never willingly do something for someone unless—

Another shiver ran up Isagi's spine. A mysterious apple also fell on his head.

Unless… they were his partner!

Wait. No, he's getting too ahead of himself. Rin, Mr— “I have a stick shoved up my ass constantly” would never be able to pull someone! Especially someone so beautiful!

But then that brought him back to his original question. If this wasn't his partner, who was it!?

Before isagi could question Rin's and this mysterious person's relationship anymore, a monotonous voice broke him out of his stupor.

“Hey, NPC, can you move? You're standing right in front of the door.” said soccer player grumbled out while glaring daggers down at the now sweating Isagi.

“Oh! —” Isagi quickly moved out of the way of the entrance to the shaved ice hut. “Sorry.”

Rin walked in without even sparing isagi another word or glance, clearly focusing more on his task than his rival.

Now that Rin was closer, Isagi could get a look at his attire. And let me tell you. Isagi could feel himself getting traumatized again.

I mean— how couldn't he!? Rin was wearing neon blue swim trunks with flamingos and palm trees on it while also wearing a pair of pineapple sunglasses!

Who was this!?

“Do you have a staring problem, NPC?” Rin coldly asked when he felt Isagi's burning gaze on his back.

“What are you wearing?” Isagi boldly snapped back, not caring if he got a death glare because of it.

“swim trunks.”

“Wha— no kidding! I could tell that much! But why are you wearing ones with flamingo print on them!? And what's with the sunglasses!?” He questioned while pointing at the offending male.

Slowly, Very slowly, maybe it was intentional on how slow he was turning; Rin turned around to face Isagi, his expression far from a welcoming one.

In actuality, if looks could kill, Isagi would be, not 6ft, but 30ft underground!

“if you have such a problem with what I'm wearing maybe you should pluck your eyeballs out.” he spat out before turning back around and grabbing two snow cones from the smiling cashier.

“You should learn how to mind your business, NPC.” was the final thing Rin said to isagi, the pro soccer player shoving his way past the shorter and stomping his way out the hut.

It wouldn't take long before Rin would make it to his partner again. His partner in question looking up at their boyfriend with a questioning gaze.

“Rinnie? What's with the face?” They questioned while reaching out for the snow cone they requested, saying a small “Thank you” as they watched the other sit down on the ground like a pouting child.

“I ran into isagi.” He simply said, his blue eyes staring daggers into the poor snow cone in his grasp.

“So?” Y/N shrugged, looking at Rin with a questionable gaze.

“He had a problem with what I was wearing.”

“So what'd you say?”

“I told him he could pull his eyeballs out if he hated my outfit that much.”

“Aww Rinnie! You like the outfit I picked out for you that much!?” Y/N cooed while lovingly pinching their boyfriend's cheek.

Rin let out a soft grunt but didn't push Y/N away.

“You know, if you like the outfits I pick out for you that much, you should let me pick out all your outfits!” Y/N offered with a cheeky smile

Rin looked at his partner for a moment, his eyes softly gazing at their features: their bright eyes, their pretty smile, their soft hair..

Rin looked away from them with another grunt.

“No way.” He quietly said, a soft, almost unnoticeable blush on his face.

“What!? Why not!?” Y/N whined, a childish pout on their face.

“Because I said so.”

“That's not an answer!” Y/N grumbled

“Why not?” Rin teased while sticking his tongue out

“Because I said so!” They spat back with their tongue now out as well

“You're a child.” The soccer player scoffed, a small fond smile on his face at the sight of Y/N's pouting face.

This earned Rin a gentle punch from Y/N.

“You can go kiss my ass!” Y/N exclaimed before turning around and shoving a spoonful of shaved ice into their mouth.

It was quiet for a moment. All anyone would be able to hear would be the soft lapping of the ocean softly caressing the land before retreating once more, the sound of seagulls squawking away, and the gentle sound of wind brushing through the leaves of the trees.

“You know,” Rin started, successfully catching Y/N's attention.

“I have a gala coming up. You can uh..” He hesitated, a harsh blush growing on his face once more. “You can choose an outfit out for me.” he softly said.

At this, Y/N leaned in impossibly closer, their hand cupping the back of their ear as they let out an obnoxious “What was that?”. If it could, their ear would grow comically large as they waited for Rin to repeat himself.

Cursing under his breath, Rin let out a tired sigh before repeating himself.

“I said—” he started only to get cut off by Y/N grabbing his face.

“That I could pick out any outfit for you to wear to a gala!?” Y/N basically screamed in excitement, a smile running from ear to ear as they inched their face closer and closer to Rin's.

If it wasn't for the fact that his partner just ruptured his ear drums, he would've found their closeness extremely flustering.

But despite his lost hearing, he couldn't help but admire their features.

‘Damn them and their cute face…’ he silently cursed to himself.

Pushing Y/N away gently, Rin crossed his arms and averted his gaze.

“you're too loud.” He scolded, but his scolding landed on deaf ears seeing as Y/N was too busy celebrating their victory.

‘They're such a pain…’ Rin lovingly thought to himself while watching them celebrate.

#x gn reader #x reader #blue lock x gn reader #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x gn reader #rin itoshi x you #rin x reader #rin x you

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imperishablereverie · 2 months ago

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OFF THE COURT (⚢)

TASHI DUNCAN is one of the most idolized tennis players. her reputation is something to be upheld, not toyed with. slip ups scare her and that's why she's never had one. so when she asks to keep your relationship a secret, you understand. you're no big tennis player but enough people know your name to keep you in the closet. it can be nice like that, anyway. in the confined space, you keep each other warm. you steal kisses and hold hands when no one is looking. she sneaks into your dorm at night and whispers soft promises of a future together. she's a completely different person off the court. she loses the tennis mentality—tense, focused, stressed. she lets herself go with you—loose, relaxed, happy. you fell in love with tashi. not the face of adidas. not the duncanator. just tashi. you see a person in her where everyone else sees a tennis machine. she's sweet. she'd never hurt a soul. her opponents who walk off the court crying? sore losers, that's it. you didn't think anything could change the way you see her. that is until one day after practice. you stop short outside of the locker room to hear tashi laughing with the other girls. her laughter always warms your heart, makes it flutter a bit. however, that fluttering sinks to your stomach, balling into something akin to disgust when you hear what she has to say about you.

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something for you guys to eat while i work on challengers x bridgerton!

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nosyp · 23 days ago

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Velvet Nights

Request = Ok thank you again can you please do a catwoman x male reader smut where he’s like the adopted brother of Bruce but they’re the same age and he’s also a vigilant but a lil more serious and focused they’ve been together for a bit so reader plans to propose during some even and afterwards they go home and have sex then take a bath together thank u agsin

Warnings = smut

Pairing = Catwoman x male! reader

Word count = 1.2k

A/N = I'm so sorry this took so long and pls tell me if u don't like it... I'll gladly redo or make longer or edit🙏

The view of Gotham from the rooftop was never quiet. There were people crowding, car horns honking at each other below, but this time it was your heartbeat that was the loudest thing in your ears tonight.

Your heart was racing rapidly like a car in a formula one race, and you were breathing unusually heavy. You’d never felt like this— not even with the scariest opponents.

Tonight, one of your dear brother’s, Bruce’s, charity galas filled the sound in the background. It was one of the rare times of the year where you and Selina got to dress up without the need to hide underneath vigilante masks.

Surprisingly, you were more serious about the vigilante job than Bruce was. If he took down a criminal gang, you would take down the boss and all the other connected gangs to prevent anymore of their bullshit. If he spent an hour trying to solve a crime, you might spend double or triple the amount.

But he and you still had the same objective. Looks like blood doesn’t need to run in a person for them to do the same thing as someone else. Maybe it was fate for you to end up in the Wayne family, or coincidence. Anything’s really possible.

It might be over exaggerating but it was true. You had no idea if that’s what pulled Selina more into you or if it was something else but you were glad she was yours… at least that will be made forever tonight.

You had rendezvoused with Selina for who knows how long? That’s why you decided to finally tie the knot, to marry her.

Your tux— that you rarely wore— fitted perfectly while Selina’s black dress hugged every curve like it had been stitched just for her, because it was. She gave you the kind of look that made you forget how dangerous she was… until she smirked at you with that knowing glint in her eye.

“You keep staring,” she said, staring at the swirling of the champagne in her glass and up at you. “I might have to start charging you for that.”

You chuckled, not realising you were doing that until she mentioned it. “Well, then, you’d wipe my bank account clean,” you said, smirking. “Can’t say it won’t be worth it though.”

Her laugh was low and teasing, just like everything about her. She’s sly like a cat and you loved that part about her.

Selina and you sat beside each other, with you wrapping an arm around her, letting it rest at her waist to which she squeezed lightly. You waited patiently until the lights dimmed for the charity’s slideshow to make your move.

While everyone turned their gazes toward the presentation Bruce made, you sneakily slipped your hand away from her waist and lowered yourself down on one knee.

She blinked and tilted her head.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, like you were about to pull a prank but it was nothing of that sort. Everyone audibly gasped and their eyes widened as you pulled out the velvet ring box. With one swift movement, you clicked open the box to reveal the beautiful diamond ring you got her.

It was pricey but no amount of money was too much for her… and you are a Wayne after all.

“Are you—?” she placed a hand around her mouth in shock.

“You already stole my heart,” you murmured. “Might as well make it official.”

Her lips parted. For once, she was speechless. Selina Kyle— Catwoman— a cunning robber of the rich, an infamous rule breaker, had nothing to say.

Then a smile slowly appeared on her face

"Y’know you're lucky you're handsome," she whispered, tugging you up by your tie and pressing a kiss to your lips. “Yes.”

Everyone in the room applauded for you two, including Bruce who knew everything. Beforehand, you made sure he was fine with the spotlight being shined on you and Selina for a while to make your big proposal.

—

You two didn’t even make it through the full gala. No one noticed you slip out… except Bruce probably did, but he wouldn't say anything. He always knew when to keep his mouth shut.

By the time you got to your penthouse, her hands were already on your shirt, pulling you in.

“Couldn’t wait?” you asked, voice husky.

“I’ve waited long enough,” she murmured. “You’re mine now. All mine.”

The moment you shut the door, it all blurred. She pushed you against it, her lips claiming yours with a hunger that hadn’t dulled since your first night together.

You carried her to the bedroom, her legs wrapped around your waist, dress hitched high, kisses burning across your jaw.

You two quickly took your clothes off. Lace peeled off skin. The ring still sparkled on her finger as her hands dragged down your back.

You laid her naked form gently on the bed, but she tugged you down by her hold on your neck.

“Don’t go soft on me now,” she whispered against your ear, licking her lips.

“I’m always serious,” you said, thrusting into her slowly, watching her eyes flutter.

Her fingers gripped your hair. You moved like you always did. You were deliberate, deep, steady.

She arched against you, gasping your name, drawing lines down your back with her nails.

You wanted to memorize the way her body writhed under you, the sound of her breath, the feeling of her against you. Pressing your lips against her neck, you nibbled on the skin lightly to create love bites.

“Mmh… more…” she moaned, digging deeper into the skin of your back.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to handle it?” you smirked, lips still touching her neck.

“Y-yeah…” she stuttered, breathing heavily underneath you.

You started thrusting a bit faster, reading her reactions. When you realised it was fine to go quicker, you increased the speed of your thrusts.

Now she’s panting beneath you, sweat trickling from her forehead. Her gummy walls tightened around you, signalling her release.

You gave her a kiss again when she came, soft and lingering this time. Like a promise. You followed right after, spilling into her with a low groan, your forehead pressed to hers.

“I love you…” you muttered to her.

—

Later, when your bodies had cooled down and her limbs tangled lazily with yours, she nudged you with a knowing gaze. “Bath?”

You kissed her shoulder. “With you? Always.”

The warm water surrounded your bodies. Dim lighting barely lets you see anything. But all you needed to know was her presence to know everything was okay.

Her back rested against your chest as you traced patterns along her arm, the ring still glinting brightly on her finger. You let the silence stretch on, letting the both of you bask in the comfort of each other, the kind you could only have with someone who got you.

“You really want this?” she asked quietly.

You didn’t even hesitate and said, “More than anything.”

She smiled again, eyes softening. “I think I do too,” she said.

And for once, Catwoman wasn’t stealing anything.

She was actually giving something back… to you.

#catwoman x reader #selina kyle x reader #dc comics #dc fanfic #catwoman x male reader #selina kyle x male reader #catwoman #selina kyle

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sydwritess · 2 months ago

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Sensei to Sensei

Sensei Wolf x reader

Summary: Sensei wolf and reader are co-sensei. Both working with the iron dragons to defeat the other teams in the Sekai Tekai. Reader eventually fins out about what Wolf did to Axel and reader doesn't trust wolf. Reader trains students for a bit but secretly messes Wolfs plans up. Something about her makes Wolf snap, Wolf apologizes later on and invites reader out with him. Leading in to more.

First Person POV

Warning: Mention of Sensei wolf hitting Axel like it was in the show. Mild swearing.

Partnering with Sensei wolf to help lead the team to victory during the Sekai Tekai was unique. Wolf had taught the kids some different, yet powerful moves.

The Sekai Tekai event was fulfilled with powerful, forceful teams, competing their way up the board to become the karate champion. The iron dragons, powerful as seen, made their way to the top in no time. Tearing through different teams like there was no tomorrow. Zara and Axel, fighting their way through, making both Sensei Wolf and I proud. Today was a break in between competitions, so competitors can get some relaxing time. As Wolf was training the students, I stood to the side, watching them train.

"Continue sparring, one on one. When you defeat the other person, pick one to go against next." Wolf said strictly. Now walking towards me, standing with me watching the students.

"Their doing pretty good today." I said.

"Yes, they are. They are very precis." He said in a short tone.

As I look, Zara defeated her teammates, steeping out of the circle, giving somebody else a chance. Axel now steps in and starts fighting another student. The fight lasts for a while, until axel manages to flip him over his back and land that point.

Then I see Wolf waving him over.

"Good job on that one. If you can do that on any opponent tomorrow, you will be set for the rest of the way." Wolf said.

"Thank you, Sensei." Axel said, slightly bowing to him and going back to the others.

"You really think he will be ready tomorrow?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't he be?" Wolf replied.

"He's good and all, but he looks off." i said.

"Distracted?"

"No, that's not it." I said, analyzing Axels facial expression.

"What is it?" Wolf asked.

"Off. Like he's... off balance."

"What does that mean?" Wolf asked.

"Like he's not fully there. He is physically here, but his mind is somewhere else." I say, now turning my attention to Wolf. Crossing my arms.

"How do you know that?" He asked.

"I just know." I say, walking over to Axel who is standing in line.

"Can we go talk, in a separate area?" I whisper to Axel, putting my hand on his shoulder. I noticed he winced when I did that. 'Hm, I wonder why' I thought.

"Sure." He says and follows behind me. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Wolfs gaze, following in our direction.

I eventually find a small looking conference room and we go and sit down.

"What did you need to talk about Sensei?" Axel asked me, a look of curiosity upon his face.

"You. I was watching you today, you're doing a great job. But after Wolf pulled you aside, you didn't look all there." I said.

Axel gave me a questioning look.

"Your know when people say, 'your zoned out'." I asked.

Axel nodded.

"Well, you looked zoned out. You were physically in the room, but your mind was somewhere else. You weren't focusing on what was in front of you." I told him

"Do you want to talk about anything?" I asked.

"No, I guess I was just thinking about the tournament." he answered shortly.

"Are you sure? If you need to get something off your chest, it's better to do it now then holding it in." I said, reassuring him that he can trust me. As a Sensei, I try to be there for my students as much as possible.

"I am, holding something in, I guess." He said quietly, his voice barely audible.

"What's wrong Axel?" I asked.

"I um- don't know. I don't know if you will believe me." He said. Hanging his head down.

"Hey, you can tell me anything. I will listen, I promise." I said.

"Well- um, the other day." He said slowly.

"Take your time. Just talk as you can, you don't need to rush." I said, noticing he was getting nervous.

"Um, the other day. Sensei wolf trained me, just me and him in the room, and... He said that I wasn't doing a good enough job at a certain move, and... he hit me." He said slowly. Still looking very anxious

"Oh my, Axel I am so sorry, I had no idea. Did he hit you on your shoulder?" I asked, remembering him flinching when I touched his shoulder.

"Yes," He looked up at me. "How did you know?"

"When I touched your shoulder, you flinched a little bit. And when you get hit in a match, you don't flinch."

"I'm sorry." He said.

"There is nothing to be sorry for. Listen, why don't you go back up to your room for the day and I will get your stuff for you. I will drop it off later and I will get some of this lotion I use for my bruises. It works all the time. Go and get some rest." I said.

"Thank you, Sensei."

"Of course. I will see you later."

I walk out of the room and make my way to the dojo. Before I walk in, I see Wolf teaching the class. 'I can't believe he did that.' I thought to myself. As I walk in, I stand to the side where I was originally standing.

"Since Sensei y/l/n is back, she will be leading the class now." He says and points over to me. 'I should mess with him. Eh, not yet.' I thought. 'You can't hit a student and get away with it. This is insane.' I thought

"Alright, so, I want you do practice your hook kicks, one set per person, each person gets in a pair and start practicing. Then after that, you are free to go do whatever you want, stay here and practice or go out and explore the town. It's a beautiful day out, to go explore." I said to the students, all of them giving me confused look. I then see Zara walking over towards me.

"Sensei, are you okay?" She asks.

"I am just fantastic." I said smiling.

"Okay..." She said with a confused look and walked away.

I walk over, back next to sensei wolf, giving him a smile and watching the kids from my spot.

"What are you doing?" He asked me.

"Standing here. Why?"

"I meant with my students. We have the whole day for training. Why are you letting them go. And speaking of that. Where is Axel?" He asks all at once.

"I just think it is a nice day to get out and explore. You know they are here to visit the country, like Gunther said." I told him, smiling.

"Where is Axel? He needs to be here." He said sharply.

"I let him go early. He said his back was hurting a lot. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" I ask sarcastically, turning to him with a titled head.

"No- no, He never said anything." He said, stuttering.

"Oh, well okay." I said. Wolf was clearly trying to keep calm in front of the students, but he looked like he was about to explode.

As most of the kids finished up their sets, they started leaving.

"Good job today. You'll do great tomorrow" I said to Zara, stopping her at the door.

"Thank you, sensei." She said smiling at me.

After I thought everyone had left. There was still one person lingering around. Wolf. As I sat on the bench, scrolling on my phone. Wolf stormed up to me, looking like volcano ready to explode.

"What the hell was that?" He asked, fuming.

"What was what? you told me to train them, so I trained them." I said now standing up in front of him.

"You do realize this is a world tournament, right? We need to train, and we need to be prepared." He said coldly.

"We are prepared. In case you haven't forgotten you are ready. If we weren't ready, we wouldn't have gotten ask to come here." I said.

"We need to be on top of thing's y/n, this isn't some game."

"Clearly it is to you." i said

"What does that supposed to mean."

The room was silent, in my head, debating on telling him what i know. F*ck it.

"I know what you did to Axel."

He looked at me. Staring at me like i had just broken a law. Nothing behind his eyes. Just cold and empty.

"All because he didn't do something right in your eyes. Youve got to be kidding me, right? He's f*cking learning. Of course, he isn't going to be perfect at something the first time." There was a silent pause.

"But if hitting your student, who is, might I mention, broken and hurt, from the man he looks up to most. Then I'm not going to be here to support it." I said, turning around, picking up Axel's and my belongings and leaving the room.

Making my way up to Axel's room, I think about what I said, not regretting anything. I made it to Axel's room and knock. No answer. finally, he answers the door.

"Hey, i brought your stuff up for you." I said to axel

"Thank you. Do you want to come in?" He asked me.

"Sure, just for a minute though, I have to leave soon." I said

"Okay." he invited me inside, set his stuff down and turned to me.

"Did you say anything to him?" He asked.

"Yeah, I let everybody go early, which he hated. And then I told him I wasn't going to be in the game if he was going to act like that, so I left. I think he has some tough choices to make here." I told him, handing him the lotion I promised him earlier.

"Thank you." He said.

"Of course, you know I don't support those actions. He doesn't know what damage he can do to a single person, by doing the littlest or biggest thing." I said.

"It means a lot. Nobody has ever stuck up for me like you have before." He said smiling.

"Of course, you know I will always support you." I told him.

"I better get going. Text me if you need anything or just need to talk. I'm always here."

"Thank you."

I left the room and started walking to my room which was a bit away. I got to my room and started changing into some outdoor clothes. Not having a chance to explore Barcelona, today was finally my chance. As I was doing my hair, I hear a knock on my door. "Probably Zara or Axel." I say to myself. I walk out of the bathroom and go to the door, opening and I see Wolf standing there. I roll my eyes and try to shut the door, but his foot is in the way.

"What." I said, crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry." Wolf said.

"Your apologizing?" I said, knowing that it is unusual to hear him apologize.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I was just frustrated at the time and focused on the big picture. I guess I didn't see who I was really hurting until you spoke up." He said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"It's not me you should be apologizing to."

"I already apologized to Axel. right before I came here." He said.

"Hang on." I said. Putting my phone to my ear, calling Axel.

"Hey, Axel. Did Wolf come and apologize to you, a few minutes ago?" i asked.

"Yeah, he said he was visiting you after." Axel said.

"Alright. Thank you."

"You really needed to call him?" Wolf said.

"Just needed proof." I said.

A few moments of silence go by, and Wolf speaks up again.

"I am sorry. weather you believe me or not, I just want you to know that what I did was wrong. Looking back at it, I did it out of anger. which still wasn't okay." He said.

"It's fine. Seriously." I said.

"Are you going out?" He asked.

"Yeah, just going to wander around and look at all the different things here."

"Do you mind if I join you?" He asks.

"Sure. Let's go."

As we make our way around Barcelona, I fell in love with everything at sight. The food, the music, the beaches, the different shops. Actually, having fun while I'm out. Finally, we sit down at this restaurant on the water and talk while we wait for our food.

"Are you enjoying it out here?" Wolf asks.

"Yeah, it's pretty nice out here." I say.

"Does he really look up to me as much as you say?" Wolf looks at me, looking more concerned than usual.

I nodded. "More than you think."

Wolf leans back in his chair, rubbing his hand over his face. looking like he regretted his whole life.

"It's okay, I'm sure he forgave you. It was just a mistake made out of anger." I said grabbing his hand.

"I can't believe he looks up to me so much. And I go and treat him badly." He said.

"Hey, you don't treat him badly. You may be a little tough, but you just want the best for them... But if you ever, ever, EVER hit him again. I will come after you." I said, giggling at the last bit.

"I know, I know." He said smiling. A smile I haven't seen in forever.

As our food came, we enjoyed it quietly, with a view of the ocean right next to us. A night that got turned around quickly. Everybody happier than before.

"Thanks for today." Wolf said.

"I guess I really needed it." He said.

"Of course. Sometimes you just need to get out. Go take a walk or something." I said.

"I will see you tomorrow." He said, smiling at me.

"See you tomorrow." I said, closing my room door. Feeling happy about today.

Hey loves! This isn't what I normally write, but it turned out to be cute, in my opinion. Hope y'all like it!

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obsessedwrhys · 1 year ago

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Hi! May I request some fluffy lyca dating headcanons?

|| LYCA DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ fluff, reader is gn!!

Let's just start off saying that she's a very independent and responsible person. She pretty much had to train herself to be when becoming the Captain of the Dusk Patrollers. So when someone like you caught her eye, she was really struggling to set her mind straight.

She prays to Misarte that you never pop up when she's on duty because she knows she won't be able to keep her eyes off you, her sharp vision doesn't help her much either.

She doesn't know what it is about you that captivated her so much. But she knows that for sure it was your kindness. How you are so willing to help the villagers as well as to standing up for them. She admires that deeply about you.

There was this one time she was able to arrive in time when you were caught in a fight. Her arrows flying just past you and into the shoulder of your opponent. You'd turn to see her shoot you a smile.

"Don't worry, I've got your back" She'd say as she draws back another arrow.

In all honestly, she REALLY REALLY tried to ignore her crush on you but it's hard to when she's literally friends with you. Close friends!!It doesn't help either when Lorsan teases her about it. That's why the confession was gonna happen anyway.

Scenario ↴

You were seated by the campfire, resting after spending the whole day helping the others treat the injured. It was then you felt a familiar presence take it's place beside you on the log. You turned and was happy to see it to be Lyca.

"How's Eironn?" You'd ask as she picks up a stick to poke around the rocks inside the campfire.

"Still as stubborn as ever... but he's a lot more tolerable now"

"At least that's progress" She smiles slightly at your words.

You two sit side by side, knees barely brushing each others as the quiet night is filled with the sound of the fire crackling and crickets chirping.

In the peaceful moment, you couldn't help but admire the way the fire reflected on her face. Her strawberry eyes burning like embers. It was when she locked eyes with you that you felt like you forgotten how to breath.

"Is it alright if I tell you something?" She would say after a while.

"Of course, you don't need to ask"

"I know... we're always so open with each other but I'm scared that you might judge me for this"

"Did you do something bad?" You tilt your head and she couldn't help but avoid your curious gaze.

"I guess you could say it like that..."

She'd pause and you don't intend on pushing her to speak, but rather waiting for her to say what she has in her mind. And in her mind she's rehearsing the confession that she had to redo multiple times in fear of coming off as 'too much'.

"I think I've fallen for someone (Y/N)" She blurted out almost too fast, in hopes that you'd miss it so she could play it off like she never said anything.

"You... have? Is it someone I know?" You'd ask even though your gut knew the answer already. It doesn't take a lot of thinking to see the way you've both have been looking at each other. Even a rock can see through it.

"... it's... oh Misarte above... I've fallen for you... and I can't make up my mind if it's a bad thing" She'd sigh and you seem almost too stunned to swallow.

"Why... how could it be a bad thing?" You questioned as your body scoot itself closer towards her.

"Because... I’ve always been so focused on, you know, being the responsible one, making sure everyone else is okay. But being around you, you make me… feel things I didn't know I was capable of. You make me want to be less responsible, to be silly, to be… free. You make me feel like breaking the rules and telling me that its okay to be a bunch of careless fools sometimes. Do you find that funny or have I gone crazy?" She said but her lips were slowly forming a smile, as if she was drawn towards the idea of you two being stupid together. You couldn't help but smile back.

"You're not crazy... it just sounds like you need a break... and I happen to be the right person for it" You'd hold her hands in yours and her heart flutters at your gesture.

"Right person right time...?"

"Exactly"

To be frank, you were like the constant reminder of how she could carry out her duties and be able to relax at the same time. It was as though you were the person to provide her that balance in her life.

When everyone found out about your relationship, thanks to Lorsan literally telling it to everybody, Lyca couldn't last a second in the village without someone asking her how you were doing. Even the mention of your name was enough to have her ears perk up at their direction.

That's why it leads to my next point, she loves loves LOVES it if you happen to be shorter than her (6'2"), because you'll go on saying how her ears does not count to her height to which she'll object to your justification by saying it's still part of her body.

Just seeing you pout about her being taller than you makes her struggle to resist the urge to pinch your cheeks.

Her kisses are 100% sweet and soft, she doesn't know how but it's as though your lips has this ability to melt her stress away. She really can't keep her hands off of you so most of the time she'd be late for work. You always have to be the one to remind her.

Moving on to PDA, this woman sure has an image to hold but this doesn't mean she's ashamed to show you off. Hugs, kisses and loving looks. She really can't hold herself back even if she tries.

She trusts you a lot so she feels as though she can be herself when she's with you.

Just her coming home after a hard day, a visible frown on her face so you don't force her to talk about it but rather hold her in your arms, the feeling of your heartbeat being enough to calm her down.

But if the weight was too much to bare, she will tell you about what's troubling her.

That means the same for you too, she can tell if you are ever in a bad mood. She'd do simple things like maybe taking you to your favourite restaurant, cuddling in a blanket fort together or just anything you like to cheer you up.

Since she's always chatting with people, her social battery are usually drained out by sundown. That's why she falls asleep faster at night when you two cuddle, she calls it her "Recharge Section"

Date nights where you guys go stargazing is a MUST. It's the best thing to do together.

"Hey, look up there. Do you see that constellation?" She points and you'd turn to look, the both of you laid down on the short grass.

"The one that looks like a butterfly?" You asked.

"Yeah, that's it" She'd smile softly as she relaxes her head on your shoulder, enjoying the moment with you.

Though, no matter how pretty the night sky is or how bright the stars are, her eyes would always find it's way to you. Because to her, you are singlehandedly the most breathtaking person in the universe.

Her nicknames for you includes starlight, sweetheart and jellybean. She pretty much comes up with a new one everyday depending on her mood.

Obviously it's common knowledge that she's a busy woman, but when she has free time, she spares no time to make the most out of it. What you both always like to do together when she's free is cooking/baking.

She enjoys the thrill out of it since getting good results from following instructions was always fulfilling for her. However that's not always the case, somtimes she can mess up and get easily discouraged by her mistakes to which you'll be the one coming in to do the saving.

"I'm so lucky to have you..." She'd say with her face covered in flour after her attempt of shaping the sourdough. You can't help but laugh as you grab a napkin to wipe her face clean.

She memorises all your favourite things fast. From your favourite smoothie to your favourite scent, she has all of it noted down into her mind.

Funny enough, Lorsan always run to you for help everytime Lyca is mad at him for something. You're the reason half of the time she let's him off easy.

She also has your intials carved into her bow. It serves as a reminder for her to always be safe when she sets out for her battles.

2000/1000 she is THE babygurl.

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pomegranateboba · 1 year ago

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Hey again, Pompom! Thanks for answering the angsty request. You were REALLY good at writing it! I suggest you to practice mode angst writing, but I won't push :)

If there is angst, then let's get back to some fluff (and maybe a bit of crack lol)! So what about the Guides with MC who plays basketball? There's a commotion outside Neb Aula and the LI saw a group of sorcerers watching MC and their opponent playing, which MC looked so cool and focused (maybe hot as well- I can see the sorcerers calling the basketball court something hilarious cuz they probably didn't know basketball exists). That's all for tonight! Thanks!

I suck at basketball haha, lets give this a shot

ArTw boys with a Summoner that plays basketball

Arcturus

Went to the crowd because he was curious

Okay 2 people are playing some ball game...Summoner??

He did not know you could do that with a ball

In awe

Also cheering for you in the crowd

Approaches you after you finished off and started complimenting how good you were

Wants to learn too

He tires, he's not used to such vigorous activity

He doesn't mind sitting in the crowd and cheering for you though

Happy orange man :)

Spica

Was about to break the crowd up until he saw who was the cause of the commotion

Actually stopped to watch you play

Is impressed by how swift you were, your opponent was struggling to get the ball

Afterwards he congratulated you for doing so well, but please don't attract more crowds everyone get back to class

He would rather sit on the sidelines and admire you

Alpheratz

All the noise woke him up and he was about to start exploding people when he saw you

How the hell do you have so much energy

Watches with interest as you dunk the ball

He actually got up and complimented your skill afterwards

You bugged him into learning from you

His height was a huge advantage over you, it was so annoying when he held the ball just above your reach

You had to tell him to actually pass the ball

He got tired and just sat down by his tree to watch you, he can't with vigorous activity

Pollux

Was the one who drew said crowd

Poll was shocketh

How is that possible? How do you move like that- wait weren't you at the other side of the playing area 0.00001 seconds ago? What?

His brain is lagging

His cheering was the one who drew everyone to watch you play against that one innocent person who was struggling to keep up with you

Wants to learn. If you don't agree to that, lock your doors at night

He tried.

Give him a participation award for trying.

He kept falling over his feet, the bad luck is bad lucking for real

He doesn't understand why Mid Earthium sports have so many rules

Ah well. He's gonna keep trying anyways (don't let him try again or the school will blow up)

Vega

The only one who knows what basketball is

You used to play with him during your time in Mid Earthium as kids. You know, until you didn't.

This is once again another nostalgic memory

After everyone left, he came up to you and asked whether he could play with you again

It took him 5 minutes to get the courage to ask you, so it was 5 minutes of awkward silence

Could barely keep up with you, you certainly improved by a lot from the last time he played with you

Very proud of his best friend

Of course that only happened when no one was watching, in the evening maybe

He may or may not play with you again so TREASURE THE TIME YOU HAVE TOGETHER

Sirius

Lock this man in your closet and never let him out

Found out you play before anyone else did (except Vega who already knew)

Was lowkey impressed when he saw you play, but of course he didn't say that out loud

Cue teasing

You did your best to teach him (he made you) and surprisingly (is it really that surprising), he picked it up really quickly

Well done, his skills now rivals yours. I hope you're proud of yourself

Will request that you play with him on the occasion

Remember to add extra locks on the closet so that he doesn't escape

Bonk him so that he can't escape the closet

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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 350.brb x oc

a/n: eeeee (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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Beatrice is nibbling on a piece of toast as she sits besides Rooster, watching her husband learning truco - quickly too - was so relaxing. None else was there yet, Nicole was playing with Bianca and Ewoyn while the twins were on a playmat her mother bought for them in case they came over.

The brunette propped her chin on Rooster’s shoulder, smiling at the waft of his cologne, as she watched, “You are doing good,babe.” she says, “Michael looks…disgruntled.”

Rooster grinned, his eyes focused on the cards in his hand. "Thanks, gorgeous. Michael's a tough opponent, but I'm picking up the strategies."

“At least you agree.” Michael grumbled, “See Leo? Brad think I’m a tough opponent.”

“Well,Brad hasn’t shared a room with you,so he doesn’t know.”

Beatrice chuckled, reaching for a glass of homemade limoncello that her mom had just brought over. She took a sip and savored the citrusy sweetness. "You'll fit right in with this competitive bunch. Truco gets serious around here."

Rooster raised an eyebrow, his attention momentarily shifting from the cards. "I can see that. Michael is giving me the 'I'm plotting something' look."

Beatrice laughed, taking another sip of her limoncello. "Oh, that's just his terrible poker face. Don't let it intimidate you.”

"I'll be on the lookout for any sneaky moves, then."

Claudia, returned, placing a plate of freshly baked biscotti on the table. "Biscotti, anyone? Get it before Guillermo arrives, you know how your older brother is."

“A sweet tooth with a bitch face yeah-FUCK!” Michael grumbled in annoyance, slamming his forehead down on the table, “Fuck how did Brad get so good,so fast?!”

Rooster chuckled, looking genuinely amused. "Beginner's luck, maybe?"

Michael groaned, rubbing his temples. "If this is luck, it's seriously unfair. Leo, help me out here."

Leonardo smirked, glancing at the cards in his hand. "Sorry, Michael, but you're on your own. I can't help you win against the newcomer."

Beatrice grinned, kissing Rooster’s cheek "Looks like Roos has found his hidden talent. Maybe he was a Truco champion in a past life."

"Next round is mine," Michael declared, shuffling the cards with determination.

“You are too competitive,Mike.”

“Shut up.”

“What’s happening?” Guillermo’s deep voice broke the banter and his immense form covered most of the doorframe as he watched all of them at the table. His green eyes dropped to his siblings then to Brad, “Brad’s winning?”

"Hey, Guillermo. Yeah, you won't believe it, but Roos is giving Michael a run for his money in Truco." she says, proudly, hugging Rooster’s arm.

Guillermo's bushy eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really? B?"

"Surprised me too," Michael grumbled, looking at his cards with a determined scowl. "Beginner's luck or something."

Rooster grinned, playing along with the banter. "Just adapting.

Claudia joined them at the table, offering a plate of biscotti to Guillermo. "You're just in time. Join the game and give Michael some competition."

“Who else is missing?”

“Our other sisters,” Michael grumbled, “God damn it. Gui,help!

Guillermo hummed, taking a biscotti. "I'm afraid I've retired from the Truco battlefield. My skills are rusty."

Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Rusty, my foot. You're just scared Michael will cry if he loses."

Michael shot her a mock offended look. "I never cry." they all looked at him, “I never cry.”

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, "Really? Because I distinctly remember the time you lost a bet and had to watch 'The Notebook' with us."

Michael's face turned a shade of pink, and he grumbled under his breath. "That was a one-time thing."

Beatrice laughed, leaning into Rooster. "Maybe we should have a movie night soon. Watch something that will make Michael cry again."

Michael shook his head, waving off the suggestion. "Not happening. I've built up an immunity to tear-inducing movies."

“You didn’t honey,” Hannah says, “You cried watching tik tok a few days ago. And you cried while playing something with yoru friends.” and Michael felt the utter betrayal coming from all sides…so much he just huffed and kept his eyes on his cards

But as the Truco game reached its final rounds, the competition intensified. Rooster, still adapting to the game, managed to hold his ground against Michael's ‘experienced’ plays. In the midst of the game, Sabrina's laughter echoed from the doorway as she entered the scene. "What's all this noise about?" she asked, glancing around the table.

"Roos is schooling Michael in Truco," Beatrice announced with a proud grin.

Sabrina raised an eyebrow, her eyes flickering between Rooster and Michael. "Really now? Brad, a card shark in the making?"

Rooster chuckled, nodding. "Beginner's luck."

Beatrice lookd back to cyheck on the twins, who were now carried by her dad who just walked around the backyard, pointing at the orange tree growing close to the fence, bouncing the babies now and again.

Suddenly,Nicole zipped closer to Bea, ‘Mama, look!” she was cupping something in her tiny hands, “S’a fwend!”

Beatrice leaned down to Nicole's level, her eyes widening as she saw a small ladybug nestled in Nicole's palms. "Oh, it's a little friend. How did you find it?"

Nicole beamed, "It has spots!"

Beatrice smiled, "That's so sweet, Nicole. Ladybugs are good luck. Let it crawl on your hand gently." She watched as Nicole carefully extended her hand, and the ladybug crawled onto her tiny fingers. She gasped, then giggled, “There you go, are you having fun with cousin Bibi and cousin Eowyn?”

And Nicole nods, “Yesh.” she giggles more, “Mama,keep it?”

“Keep the ladybug?” she nods, ‘Oh,honey, no,no we can’t. She has to go back to her own mama,okay?”

Nicole pouted slightly, her eyes widening with a hint of disappointment then she looked down at the little bug. "But... I like fwends."

Beatrice chuckled, her heart warmed by Nicole's innocence. "I know, sweetheart. We can enjoy our time with the ladybug, but then we have to let her go back to her family. It's important to share our friends with others too."

Nicole considered this for a moment, her brows furrowed in thought. After a brief pause, she nodded in agreement. "Okay, Mama. We share fwends."

"Exactly," Beatrice said, giving Nicole a gentle hug. "Now, let's go show your little friend to nonno and the others."

Nicole walked over to where Rafael was now seated next to Michael,still holding the twins to his chest. Nicole excitedly displayed the ladybug to her grandfather. "Nonno, look! Fwend!"

Rafael's eyes lit up as he examined the tiny creature. "Ah, a ladybug! You know, in our culture, ladybugs are considered a symbol of good luck. It's said that they bring happiness and prosperity."

Nicole blinked at him, “...huh?”

“Papa,please,” Beatrice laughs, “She’s only one year old, she only got half of that.”

Rafael chuckled, "My apologies, little one. Ladybugs are like tiny messengers of good things. They bring smiles and good wishes wherever they go."

“Whu’s that?”

“What?A wish?” she nods and Rafael blinks, still holding the twins and furrowing his brows, “Uhhh…well….a wish is something you want really bad.” Beatrice noticed that while her father was speaking, Nicole just watched him intently, unblinking, “And stuff has that power.”

“...mkay! Papa!” Nicole quickly turns on her heel and shows the tiny bug to Rooster, who immediately stops to smile at her, “Wish!”

Rooster grinned at Nicole's excitement, gently picking her up from under her armpits, “Oh you got a ladybug,huh? That’s nice.”

Nicole's eyes sparkled with innocence as she gazed at the ladybug. "Wish fwends forever!"

The simplicity and sincerity of Nicole's wish brought smiles to everyone around. Beatrice exchanged a glance with Rooster, their hearts warmed by the genuine joy of their little one.

"Well, I think that's a beautiful wish," Rooster said, his voice filled with warmth. "Wishing for friends forever is something special."

Nicole beamed at Rooster's approval, and she continued to showcase her newfound friend to everyone that looked over at her. Beatrice smiles more, her hand rubbing her heart as she inhales shakily.

Sometimes she can’t believe this is her life.

She got not only the man of her dreams - said man winked at her before he got back to the game - she got amazing kids and a family that loves her husband just as much as she did…and he deserved it. She couldn’t help but feel her eyes stinging, because like her aunt said ‘they were meant to be’

If there’s any universe where the two aren’t together, she hopes her other version runs over and finds him there…because there’s no way life would be the same without him. She clears her throat, checking the time and seeing she had to make sure the twins’ got fed, “Roos.” her husband looks over, “I’m going to feed Gavin and Aurora,okay? I’ll be in my old room.”

Rooster nodded, his eyes following Beatrice as she made her way inside, only looking back when she disappeared from view. Beatrice entered the familiar halls of her childhood home, the echoes of her footsteps seemed to harmonize with the music being played outside As she approached the door of her old room, she couldn't help but smile at the flood of emotions.

Pushing the door open the soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated the room, it made her smile. Her mother was slowly making it more neutral, it was a slow process but it was happening.

Settling into her old bed, Beatrice cradled Gavin in her arms, his tiny hands reaching out as he fidgeted in anticipation of the meal. Aurora, on her opposite arm just babbled quietly. Just as she was about to feed both, she saw her mother’s head pop in, “Oh, hi mom.” she says, gently pulling her shirt up “I’m going to feed them–you alright?” her mother’s eyes were shining with tears, but she was smiling.

Claudia walked into the room, her eyes gleaming "Oh, Beatrice, it's just so heartwarming to see you here, with your beautiful family."

Beatrice smiled, a softness in her eyes. "Thank you mama…”

Claudia approached, sitting on the edge of the bed. She gently brushed a strand of hair from Beatrice's face. "You're a wonderful mother, tesoro. I couldn't be prouder."

Beatrice's heart swelled with warmth at her mother's words. She had come a long way from the young girl who once inhabited this room, and now, she was a mother herself. Gavin latched onto her breast, nursing peacefully, while Aurora, in her own baby babble, seemed to share in the moment. “...I—”

“You are amazing, oh tesoro, I…” Claudia inhales, “When you told me about Bradley I have to admit, i was worried, I was worried…but the way he looks at you oh-” she shakes her head, “He doesn’t look away a second…and that fills me with joy and happiness and…and now you have three wonderful kids.”

"Mom, I couldn't have asked for a better partner," Beatrice admitted, her voice soft. "Brad…Brad is so��h-he has been my rock, especially through all the ups and downs. “

I didn’t think he’d stay, she wanted to say.

Claudia beamed, her eyes still glistening with emotion. "He's a good man, and he loves you so much. It's evident in every glance, every touch. I'm glad you found each other." she cups her daughter’s cheek, “...your life will be filled with love and joy, tesoro. It will.”

“...thank you,Mama.” she says softly, sniffling, “I…thank you…I…I know it will. It’ll be amazing.”

As Gavin finished nursing, Beatrice carefully shifted him to her shoulder, patting his back gently to soothe him. Claudia watched with a soft smile, her hand still resting on Beatrice's cheek. "You've become such a natural at this, sweetheart. It's like you were born to be a mother."

Beatrice chuckled, a hint of exhaustion in her voice. "I think Nicole,Gavin and Aurora did a good job training me. It's a learning experience every day."

Claudia laughed warmly, the sound like a comforting melody. "That's the beauty of it, tesoro. Motherhood is a journey of continuous learning, and you're navigating it beautifully."

Beatrice's gaze shifted to Aurora, who was now peacefully nestled against her other arm, her little fingers curled around Beatrice's shirt. "I always wanted a family like this," Beatrice admitted, her voice soft with nostalgia. "I wanted to recreate the warmth and love we had in this house."

Claudia nodded, her eyes reflecting the shared memories. "You've not only recreated it, but you've also expanded it. Our home is filled with new laughter, new stories. Bradley and the kids have woven themselves seamlessly into our family tapestry."

A thoughtful expression crossed Beatrice's face. "Roos has become an integral part of our lives, hasn't he? It's strange to think about the time when he was this new face in our world."

And how scared she was then.

Claudia's eyes twinkled with affection. "It's not strange at all, tesoro. Sometimes, the most unexpected connections become the most precious ones….Your father and I feel so blessed to have all of you here," Claudia expressed, her voice a gentle whisper. "Our home is filled with love, warmth, and the pitter-patter of little feet. I couldn't ask for more."

Beatrice sighed contentedly, gazing at her sleeping children. "Mama…you are going to make me cry.”

Claudia reached over, her hand gently resting on Beatrice's cheek,swiping a tear that dared to go down. "Crying is not a bad thing, tesoro. It's the overflow of a heart that's bursting with love and gratitude."

"We're truly grateful for everything you and Papa have done for us," Beatrice confessed, sniffling . "And–and,” she closes her eyes to regain her composure, “And everything is going so good now, with the kids and my job and Brad’s promotion–”

“...what?”

“What?”

Claudia’s eyes widened, “...Brad is getting promoted?”

“...I…I didn’t tell you?” oh no. Her mother’s face started to change and before she could stop her very fast Italian mother, she heard it, loud and piercing, with some teary tones downstairs.

“BRADLEY YOU ARE GETTING PROMOTED?!”

Funny,she was pretty sure she told her mother that.

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mimumimumimimumimu · 1 month ago

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Words of Encouragement

ෆ Words of Encouragement. In a private classroom repurposed for a high–stake gamble. Dim lights. Intense mood. Two players sit across each other at a table, a small crowd gathered, murmuring and observing quietly.

Rin Obami smiled politely at his opponent, cards in hand. He was able to successfully lur his opponent to his set trap, each round calculated to perfection.

He had his polite mask on, tone was soothing, but his mind was just a sharp knife slicing away his opponent's confidence. Just one more play, and he'd win both match and their election chips.

But then—.

"Rin? There you are!"

The crowd turned. Rin's eye twitched.

[F/n] skipped into the room with a warm smile, happy to see Rin, as if she hadn't entered a lion's den. She waved brightly as she walked up next to Rin, hands now behind her back.

"Ahh... [F/n]," Rin said smoothly, though his opponent smirked at the interruption, with the delusion that she might be able to distract Rin from focus, "didn't expect to see you here.

She leaned over the table, looking at his cards with fascination. "Are you winning? You look so serious. Like a really intense pigeon who's constipated."

"... A constipated pigeon?"

"Yeah! You know, all focused and tense, coo coo!"

A bead of sweat formed on Rin's temple.

His opponent stifled a laugh.

Rin's usual smiled tugged on his mouth, a hint of strain behind it. "It's a high–stake match, so—."

"oh no pressure!" She said cheerfully, "even if you lose, it's okay! You're still, like, the brightest carrot in the knife drawer!"

He blinked. "I-... I'm sorry?"

She nodded, a sincere smile on her face, "you know, like, when you shine even if things are stabby."

The crowd was silent, looking at [F/n] with confusion, and maybe a little bit of concern.

Rin's opponent, who was once confident was now confused.

Rin took a deep inhale through his nose, "that's... Very encouraging, thank you."

[F/n] smiled, her smile beaming as if it was a solar light powered by too much sun, "of course! That's what peers are for!"

Lol what the fuck.

And just as suddenly she had appeared, she wandred off to admire something she spotted in the hallway. Rin stared at her, his face expressionless for a few seconds.

Then, he turned back to his opponent.

The guy hesitated.

Rin smiled, sharper now, "you were saying something about having the upper hand?"

They played the next move. Rin crushed him in three turns.

After that, Rin didn't speak of her intrusion. From that day on, he refused to permit anyone to speak during his games—except for her. For some reason.

Her nonsense didn't throw him off. It threw everyone else off.

And Rin Obami never wasted a weapon—especially one as chaotically innocent as [F/n].

At another election gamble, this time, it's a group–based game with several players watching. Rin was sat at a table, his arms crossed and his head tilted, all while he wore his calm, calculating expression—until...

SLAM.

The door flies open, and [F/n] waltz her way in, holding a juice box and three different notebooks that doesn't belong to her.

"Oh! Rin! Hehe, I made it just in time to watch your math!"

He doesn't even correct her.

The other player glanced around, "math..?"

She sits down on a chair besides Rin—uninvited, all while she kicks her feet like a schoolkid waiting for lunch break. "I wanted to be here to support you emotionally and mathematically."

One player raised a brow, "do you-... Do you even know what the game is about?"

"Nop~..! But Rin's playing, so I'm sure that the vibes are ought to be immaculate."

Rin doesn't flinch. Not outwardly.

Inside, he's SCREAMING into the void.

Mid-way through the game, it required a lot of bluffing, number manipulation, and psychological dedication.

Rin's opponent made a risky move, and the whole table was tense.

[F/n] leaned closed to Rin, attempting to whisper but clearly it didn't work, "psst! Don't worry about losing, I know for a fact that you're as sharp as a melted hammer," she smiled.

The room was silent, trying to process her words.

Rin pressed his lips together, nodding slowly, "yep... I'll... I'll keep that in mind."

Later on, when Rin's bluff got called, [F/n] clasped her hands together with a determined look on her face, "no need to worry, I'm sure you'll land butter–side up."

The dealer actually stopped shuffling the cards to look at her.

Rin's lips twitch into a forced smile, "yes... Quite."

His opponents' composure? Gone. He doesn't know if he's losing to Rin or to [F/n]'s messed up sayings.

After the match, Rin barely won. Once everyone left, he looks over to [F/n] who was now chewing the straw from her juice box.

He sighed and shook his head, "you really have no idea what's going on, do you?"

She looked up with grin, "of course I do!"

"... And you just say things like that all the time?"

[F/n] proudly nodded, "duh, gotta keep the morale confusing and the floor emotionally stable."

There was a brief moment of silence before Rin lets out a genuine chuckle, "... You're impossible."

"I get that a lot."

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justinspoliticalcorner · 11 months ago

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Parker Molloy at The Present Age:

Alright, folks, let's talk about the strangest new trend in politics: calling your opponents "weird." Yes, you read that right. In the past week, the Democratic camp has decided that the best way to take on Trump and the GOP is to break out their middle school vocabulary. It all started when Minnesota Governor Tim Walz (a potential VP pick, by the way) described GOP nominee Donald Trump and "cat lady"-obsessed running mate JD Vance as "just weird." From there, it's like the entire Democratic Party collectively went, "You know what? He's onto something," and ran with it. Now, I know what you're thinking. "Parker, are you seriously telling me that seasoned politicians are resorting to playground insults?" And the answer is... kind of, yeah. But here's the kicker: it's working. Or at least, it's getting one hell of a reaction.

The Evolution of Political Language

Remember when political debates were all about tax rates and foreign policy? Yeah, me neither. Welcome to the era of political discourse where calling your opponent "weird" passes for a campaign strategy. But before we judge too harshly, let's take a step back and look at how we got here.

Over the past few decades, we've seen a gradual shift from policy-focused debates to character-driven campaigns. It's no longer just about what a candidate plans to do, but who they are (or who they claim to be). This isn't entirely new; politicians have always tried to sell their personalities alongside their policies. But social media has cranked this up to eleven. In a world of tweets and TikToks, nuanced policy discussions don't exactly thrive. Instead, we get catchy slogans, memorable insults, and yes, apparently, the word "weird." It's like politics has merged with reality TV, and we're all just waiting for someone to say, "I'm not here to make friends." But here's the thing: as much as we might roll our eyes at this trend, it's not just about dumbing down the discourse. These simple, punchy messages often cut through the noise in a way that lengthy policy papers never could. They stick in people's minds, spark conversations (or Twitter wars), and sometimes reveal more about a candidate's values than any carefully crafted speech ever could.

Unpacking the Appeal of "Normal"

Let's talk about "normal" for a second. It's a concept that's been at the heart of conservative messaging for decades. The idea is simple: we're the normal ones, the real Americans, the default setting. Everyone else? Well, they're the outliers, the deviants, the ones trying to change everything. As writer A.R. Moxon puts it in a recent Twitter thread: ["What recent discourse is exposing is something I've been trying to say for years now, which is that there is little conservatives care more about than being considered the only normal ones by everyone else, and they'll use bullying and the threat of punishment to get it."]

This obsession with being seen as "normal" isn't just about feeling good. It's a powerful political tool. If you can convince people that your way of life is the default, then anything else becomes a threat. It's why we see so much fear-mongering about the "radical left" or the "gay agenda" or whatever the boogeyman of the week is. But here's where it gets interesting. By labeling the GOP as "weird," Democrats are flipping this script. They're challenging the very foundation of conservative identity politics. And boy, are conservatives not happy about it. Julia Serano, in her recent blog post, nails why this is hitting such a nerve: ["I think it has to do with the MAGA worldview being centered on them being the supposed norm. They are heavily invested in the notion that their perspective and lifestyle is the one true and righteous way that all others must follow. Calling them 'weird' upends this worldview."]

Parker Molloy with another gem of a post on the GOP’s weirdness to Americans who aren’t in the MAGA Cult.