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souliebird · 7 months ago

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[[and then I met you || ch. 17]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.

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“No.”

Minnie plants her little feet firmly on the sidewalk and pulls her hands out of your and Matt’s grips so she can make her point by crossing her arms over her chest. A pout starts forming on her face and you have the feeling this is as far as your daughter will be going.

Across the street looms Clinton Church and you can understand why your daughter does not want to go anywhere near it. The building is as imposing as it is grand with its traditional architecture half shadowed in the morning sun. There is light reflecting off the many windows, casting little glares that you are sure Minnie can interpret in multiple ways - including eyes looking down at her.

Try as you might, you can’t imagine what else your little one must be picking up from the building. Is there someone praying inside? Or chanting? What sort of terrifying noises is the building making? How many rats are scurrying around the grounds, hissing and eeking and becoming unseen monsters?

How many real monsters are there?

Right now, the only monster you know of is the one in your chest named Anxiety. It is roaring inside you and causing all sorts of ruckus.

You know Minnie can pick up on your upset, and it is probably influencing her, but no amount of breathing exercises or chamomile tea is going to relax you.

Meeting someone’s parents is always going to be nerve wracking under any circumstance - but meeting the mother of the man who fathered your child? Who already has a unique and slightly estranged relationship with her son?

Frankly, you’d rather give birth again.

To make matters worse for your over analyzing, Matt's mother is a nun.

You have never interacted with a nun before, and your mind has been nonstop screaming that you are going to make an absolute fool of yourself. You are convinced you are going to say something dumb - like Jesus is stupid or some other blasphemous thing.

You don't even know what counts as blasphemy, but you know your mouth will find a way to make you want to sink into the floor and disappear forever.

You are on the same page as Minnie and don't want to take another step toward the Church.

“No?” Matt questions, tilting his head down towards his daughter. He looks a bit baffled, like he can’t understand why she’s taken such a stance. You know he is nervous about the meeting as well, having told you such earlier, but you don’t think he realizes how much his nerves, on top of your own, are affecting Mouse and her fear of the new big building.

“No.” Your daughter repeats, giving a tiny stomp of one foot to emphasize her point.

“No, what, sweetheart?” He kneels down to be on the same level as her, but you have a feeling that isn't going to help much. Minnie has made her decision and trying to sway a determined, upset toddler is a near impossible task.

“I don't wanna,” she tells him, her voice starting to get whiny. She turns away from him to press herself into your leg, her pout growing even bigger.

Matt knits his brows together, confusion clear, “You don't want to go to the park?”

Technically, you are supposed to meet Matt's mother in the Church park that is between the main building and the orphanage but as far as you are concerned, all of the grounds are Church. Apparently, your daughter feels the same.

“No. I don't wanna,” she declares, which quickly turns into the chant of, “I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna!”

You can feel the tantrum coming and intervene, scooping Minnie up and hugging her to you. She instantly clings to you, burying her face against your neck with an additional almost screech of, “I don't wanna!”

You start to gently rock her from side to side and rub at her back to try and soothe her. You kiss her hair and promise, “We don’t have to go, baby. It is okay.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel like a grade A asshole.

Matt’s face crumbles into heartbreak and you totally deserve to walk into traffic. He had opened up to you about his mother - about how she had left him as a baby only to end up raising him after his father had been killed - but not telling him who she was. He told you how he only recently learned the truth - less than a year ago - and how hard it was for him.

But now he had you and Minnie and maybe, just maybe, you could all learn to be a family together.

Anxiety overdrive kicks in and a potential solution tumbles out of your mouth, “What if we go somewhere else instead? Somewhere we’ve been before?”

Matt lifts his head up at you, so you see yourself in his glasses, and for a second you think he's going to argue - insist you go to the Church playground - but then he tilts it towards where you don't want to go. You don't know what he is listening for, but after a moment, he stands again. He steps closer, a hand going to sit on your waist and trapping Minnie between the two of you. She stays nestled against you, little fist tight on your shirt, but you find yourself breathing a little easier at his touch.

“Would the office be okay? Foggy is out meeting clients and Karen is at the Bulletin today, it will just be us.” He offers quietly. Relief washes through you at the suggestion - you think the office would be a much easier meeting place.

But it is not your decision to make. You gently bounce Mouse to get her attention and ask, “Do you want to go to Daddy’s work?”

She doesn’t respond right away, but you feel her twist your shirt in her hands. You can tell she is thinking over her answer, so you wait, trying to focus on your daughter instead on how firm Matt’s hand is on your waist. It takes about twenty seconds, but Minnie finally nods into your shoulder.

“Okay, We’ll go to Daddy's work.”

To reward her for being so brave, you press a kiss to your daughter’s hair and Matt quickly mimics you. Minnie clings tighter to you at the affection and you think she is going to remain tense and upset until you are far away from the Church.

“Okay. Wait here, I'll go tell Sister Maggie about the change in plans,” Matt tells you and you wonder if it is really okay with him.

You know you and Minnie meeting her is important to Matt, but is the location important as well or is it just convenient? You are too wound up to ask and fearing you won't like the answer, you keep your mouth shut and focus on rocking Mouse.

Matt gives Minnie another kiss as he tightens his grip on you just slightly. It isn’t painful, but you get the impression he does not want to let go. You want to lean into the touch, your overactive mind telling you it might be nice if he never let you go, but before you can process those feelings, he is pulling away and crossing the street.

You step to the side, so you don’t impede foot traffic, and watch as he navigates past the cars and disappears around the side of the large building. Once he is out of sight, you look down to your daughter.

You want to ask her why she doesn’t want to go to the park at the Church, so you can better understand how she sees the world, but you also don’t want to put too much pressure on her. She’s already clearly upset, and you think trying to get her to answer your questions will just make things worse.

So, you focus on making things better for her.

“Would you like your headphones, Minnie?”

That gets her to lift her head up to look at you, squinting like she’s trying to determine if this is some sort of trap. Eventually she gives you one curt nod before hiding her face again.

You are a pro at being able to maneuver to get into your purse while carrying a toddler and soon enough you are handing over neon blue headphones. She needs no help in unfolding them and situating them over her ears, and once they are on, she snuggles herself back into your arms. You have no issues or complaints with the action - you simply begin to rock her again and hope this mood subsides once you are at Matt’s office.

You think about ways to get Minnie to interact with Matt’s mother as you wait for Matt to reappear. You think this might be the perfect time for parallel play - you’ve got a few coloring books stuffed in your purse, along with some small toys. You think it may be best to let her do her own thing while the adults talk, and that she comes over when she’s ready.

You hope that Sister Maggie understands that would be ideal - you know she helps to raise children, so she must understand that some kids are shyer than others. Pushing Minnie to interact when she’s fussy will only result in tears.

Possibly your own.

A few more minutes pass before Matt returns to the sidewalk followed by who you assume to be his mother. She's dressed in a gray and blue smock dress and matching habit, which is far less intimidating than the all black look you were expecting. She has an air of authority about her, holding herself tall as she walks, and you have the feeling she is a no-nonsense person.

You pray to a God you don’t really believe in that this meeting goes better than you fear it will.

You move to meet the pair as they cross the street to you and offer what you hope to be a warm smile. The smile, though not as overtly friendly as yours, is returned and Matt does the honor of introducing you. You adjust your hold on your daughter so you can shake the woman's hand.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Matthew has told me wonderful things about you,” Sister Maggie says before directing her attention to her granddaughter. “And who might this little one be?”

To no surprise to you, Minnie attempts to burrow into you more at the question, smushing her face hard into your neck. You rub her back, trying to let her know everything is okay.

“This is Minnie, she's a little shy right now.”

Sister Maggie gives a knowing nod, “New places can be intimidating.” She drops her voice just slightly, in what you guess is an attempt to be comforting, and addresses Minnie, “Did your father tell you this is where he grew up?”

He did - you and Matt explained the outing to your daughter, but you don’t know how much she understood. You do know no amount of sweet talk will change her mind, even if it is about her new favorite subject - her Daddy.

“I don't wanna go,” Mouse mumbles against you defiantly. You aren't sure if Sister Maggie can hear her, but you know Matt can. He steps forward, once again boxing in Minnie between the two of you and leans down to kiss the back of her head.

“We're not going there, princess. We're going to Daddy's office, remember? You've been there before,” he whispers into her hair. She shifts around in your arms a bit before giving another nod. You can feel her jutting out her bottom lip against your neck and part of you thinks you should call this all off and reschedule - but you aren’t going to do that to Matt.

Sister Maggie is watching your little family’s interaction, and you can’t bear to look in her direction to see what her reaction is, if she has one. Your anxiety has only prepared you for the worst.

“Perhaps we should start heading that way instead of saying where we are not going,” the nun advises after a moment and instinct and rational has you agreeing with her.

“I think that would be best.”

Matt pulls away from you and Minnie and you watch with downcast eyes as Sister Maggie offers her son her arm. He seems hesitant to take it, but he does, and your little group starts moving away from the Church and towards Nelson, Page, and Murdock.

The walk is quiet and you use the time to try and desperately calm your nerves, if only for the sake of your daughter.

You think about Matt and what kind of person he is - he is full of love and care. He got those traits somewhere, and whether you argue Nature or Nurture, Sister Maggie has certainly influenced that. Did she encourage his Goodness? She must have had some sort of positive influence if he is not only wanting her to be in his life, but his daughter’s life, as well.

You know some people believe family comes before anything, even if they treat you horribly, but you also know that if Sister Maggie was not a Good person, Matt would not allow her near Minnie.

He wouldn’t risk losing his relationship with his daughter.

That is something you have no doubts about.

As you arrive at Matt’s office building, Minnie lifts her head up off your shoulder. She wrinkles up her nose like she’s thinking hard before pointing to the plaque that state’s the firm’s name. You give her a warm smile, proud of her for recognizing it, but that only makes her squirrel away again.

This is the behavior you are used to seeing from your daughter in public - overly shy and not wanting to interact. You aren’t sure if the nerves and uncomfortableness from the church still linger, but you hope that once you are upstairs, she will start warming up a little. You won’t push her to do something she doesn’t want to do, but for Matt’s sake, you would like her to at least try talking to her grandmother.

Matt leads you all into the building and up the stairs. Sister Maggie runs a finger over the banister as you climb the stairs, giving a pleased hum, “Franklin did an amazing job cleaning this place up. Tell me that nose of yours helped in getting rid of all the mold.”

Matt huffs at the comment, “The property manager hired someone to come do that.”

“And did they get it all?”

Matt’s mouth presses into a thin line and you already know the answer.

“No, we spent a weekend getting the rest of it.”

You stop in front of the Nelson, Page, and Murdock office, and as Matt fishes out the key, you look up and down the hallway, mulling over what is implied.

“You cleaned the whole building?”

“Oh no, we couldn’t get permission from the other businesses to do that, but we did what we could to the public space and our offices. People feel comfortable here now.”

The door is opened and as you all file in, Matt suggests hanging out in the conference room. It has a nice window and plenty of space to sprawl out, so you have no objections.

You set Minnie down as Sister Maggie and Matt head into the other room. She instantly clings to your leg, practically hiding behind it. You pet her hair a few times before pulling her away just enough so you can kneel down to talk with her. As soon as you are at her level, she is trying to get into your arms again.

You let her hug onto you as you let her know what is going on, “Hey Mouse, do you remember earlier when I told you we were going to meet Daddy’s Mommy?” She nods but says nothing, so you continue on. “That is her. She wants to talk to me and Daddy and you and get to know us so she can be part of our family, too. But you don’t need to talk if you don’t want to, okay? I have your coloring books and you can color while we talk.”

That gets her to pull back just a hair and peek up at you with big brown eyes, “What are you gonna talk abouts?”

You smile at the question and gently run your hands over her back, “All sorts of things, but we’re going to end up talking about you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. If you don’t want us to talk about you, you can tell me, okay? We’ll talk about something else.”

“But I don’ gotta talk?”

You nod, and let your bag fall off your shoulder. Minnie’s new zoo themed coloring book and crayons are easy to pull out and you offer them to your daughter. She lets go of you to greedily take her toys and hug them to her chest.

“You don’t need to talk,” you confirm. “Do you want to sit at the table, or do you want to sit on the floor?”

Minnie considers the question, and you take advantage of no longer being hugged onto to stand up. Your little one peeks towards the conference room, then back up to you, and declares, “I wanna sit on Daddy’s lap.”

You feel so much pride over your daughter making such a bold decision.

“Okay, let’s go ask Daddy if you can sit in his lap.” You know Matt would never deny her, but you do want to drill in making sure Minnie asks permission first.

She waits for you to lead the way before following you into the conference room. Matt and Sister Maggie are sitting opposite each other, and Matt has already scooted his chair out and is holding his hands out to help Minnie into his lap.

“Daddy!”

She hurries to him and gets scooped up and crushed into a hug. She hugs back best she can while holding her coloring book.

You take the chair beside Matt and finally allow yourself to look at the nun across from you. She’s watching Matt and Minnie with an almost unreadable expression, but there is something soft behind her eyes - like she’s been keeping it repressed for years.

But then she catches you looking, and the softness is gone, replaced by that All-Knowing Nun look you’ve seen in movies before.

“How old is she?” Sister Maggie asks, and you can’t help but flush at her directness.

“Almost four, her birthday is on the 28th,” you reply, forcing yourself to not completely avert your gaze and hideaway.

She raises her brows before turning her sharp gaze to Matt, accusing him with, “You did not mention her birthday was coming up.”

He has the decency to look a little bit ashamed, “There were a few other things to cover, first.”

The older woman shakes her head, “Priorities, Matthew. I may be new to being a grandmother, but you know well I have raised plenty of children and we have never skimped on birthdays. We may not always have the money to spoil someone, but we do well to make sure they know they are loved.” She looks back to you, “Do you have plans for the day?”

“Oh, um, the zoo. We’re going to go to the zoo,” you tell her.

Beside you, Minnie has slipped down into Matt’s lap, so she is sitting. She has started to flip through her coloring book, examining each picture before making her decision about what to color. At the mention of the zoo, she quietly mimics you, “Going to the zoo.”

Matt breaks into a smile at the words, looking proud as can be that Minnie spoke around his mother. He wraps his arms around her middle and you have the feeling he wants to crush her to his chest again but is resisting.

Sister Maggie seems to know Minnie isn’t speaking to her, but just in general, and keeps the conversation to you, “That sounds like a lovely birthday. Zoo trips are always a delight with the kids.” She tilts her head slightly to the left before continuing on, “Matthew said you do not have a support network.”

“That isn’t what I said!” Matt quickly says, before turning his head towards you, “That isn’t what I said.”

Sister Maggie scoffs, “It is what you meant, and it is not a bad thing. You more than anyone know what it means to have a support network. Now,” she says your name gently and offers you a somewhat kind smile, “You are welcome to come to the Church and use any of the services we offer, and you may come by anytime you need, day or night. We will always have our doors open for you.”

You stare across the table as you process the words she has said. Shame and embarrassment course through you at the idea of Matt talking about you. You know you’ve never really had anyone to turn to, but the thought of others discussing such matters makes you want to crawl into a hole and cry. Yet, on the other hand, the mere offer of being welcomed at the Church has you spiraling in all sorts of good and overwhelming ways.

But of course, instead of being thankful, the words that tumble out of your mouth are, “I’m not religious.”

“That changes nothing,” she says simply and somehow, sits up straighter, “I have been given a second chance to know my son and through this a blessing of a granddaughter. I will not run from these responsibilities again and -”

“Daddy,” Minnie suddenly says, cutting Sister Maggie off while pouring all her crayons out on the table, “Pick a color!”

Matt’s cheeks turn pink at the interruption, and you try to not slide down in your seat. You know you can’t expect your daughter to sit there quietly, even if she’s being a little fussy, especially if Matt is around. She’s a toddler.

Matt clears his throat and asks, “What colors are there, sweetheart?”

“There’s green, and blue, and purple, and red, and orange, and yellow,” she lists off, holding up each crayon as she does.

“Let’s go with red.”

“Okay!” Minnie picks up the chosen crayon and begins to carefully start coloring in a gorilla.

Since she spoke up on her own, you try to engage with your daughter to bring her out of her shell, “Can you tell Daddy what animal you’re coloring?”

You expect her to answer happily - after all she loves explaining things to Matt and she’s been learning all her zoo animals.

So of course, she does not do that. She whips her head around to look at you, and with the sternest little voice you have ever heard, barks out, “I don’t gotta talk!”

Your first instinct is to laugh at the outburst, but you bite down on your lip to control yourself. The urge passes quickly, and you decide you should praise your daughter for setting her boundaries, “That is right, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I’m sorry.”

She narrows her eyes at you for a moment, clearly judging you, before turning back to her artwork.

Only then do you allow yourself a chuckle.

To your surprise, Sister Maggie laughs as well. “Well, she is certainly a Murdock.”

That gets your attention and you and Matt both let out a curious, “Oh?”

“That little glare was all Murdock. I have seen it so many times from Matthew, who got it from his father,” she says and there is almost a fondness in her voice. “I expect the hands on the hips pose is genetic as well.”

Your eyes go wide at that. Matt’s father has never been brought up in depth before - you read the news article about his death in an online archive, and he was almost brushed over when Matt told you about his mother. You assumed, like your own parents, it was a sensitive topic.

“I..didn’t know that,” Matt starts slowly, and you can practically feel the emotion bubbling inside him. Without considering it, you reach across the small gap between your chairs and take his hand, squeezing it. He instantly squeezes back. “I don’t remember him ever doing that.”

“I suspect he tried to not let his frustrations show around you, but it is something I remember clear as day - Jack with his hands on his hips, glaring at the refrigerator because it dared to lose power during a blackout,” Sister Maggie tell him, before she motions to her eyes, “They may not be the same color, but that look is the identical.”

The room goes quiet, save the noise of Minnie scribbling. You keep your hand around Matt’s, trying to communicate you are there for him in his love language. He starts to roll his bottom lip between his teeth, and you wait for him to react before you do.

“You…,” Matt starts after a few more moments, voice almost warbling, “don’t talk about him. You don’t talk about him like that - what he was like.”

“Yes, well, I’ve never had reason to,” Sister Maggie says. She places her hands on the table in front of her, clasping them together, and she looks like she is about to give an interview. “But that has changed, clearly.” She looks from Matt to you, “Matthew said you were looking for family history. I do not have much from Jack’s side, but I can tell you what I do know, and I keep my own meticulous records. I believe reviewing these things, medical and non-medical, together, will…help us heal.”

You look to for his reaction. His mouth is parted, and he looks like he is going through his own emotional rollercoaster. You know how important family is to him and how dear this information must be to him, so you make a decision.

You lace your fingers with his and smile at Sister Maggie and ask, “How did you meet Jack?”

“Ah, yes, now that is a colorful story…”

a/n: maggie is v hard to write

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formulapookie · 28 days ago

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Careless whisper pecco/vale, 3.1k words

Pecco comes back home when it’s already ten in the evening.

He stayed at the track for hours overtime to analyze what happened with the bike and how he lost it in the corner, basically trashing a possible championship lead because he got it wrong.

Some mechanics told him he shouldn’t hold it so much against himself, but how can he not? He crashed on home soil, in Misano, after not even being able to win it two weeks prior at the first appointment at that track.

He immediately puts on the race, watching every single moment with great attention.

Once his crash comes he puts on a replay. For an unholy amount of times. Looks and tries to understand how the fuck he could be so stupid to crash like that.

He sees himself sliding on track and on the gavel, a mess of red in the light gray of the side track.

“Stupid idiot”

It’s all he can tell himself. It’s all he thinks really.

“Fucking failure what the fuck is this”

He keeps on watching his figure falling from the bike and losing points in the championship, keeps on insulting himself for how he crashed, for what it means for the championship and for his future in Ducati.

At ten past midnight, when he’s watched himself fall long enough to have it tattooed in his brain, someone knocks at his door.

He knows who’s knocking, and he knows that’s the only reason he can’t ignore him.

He gets up from the cold floor he’s sat on, leaving the remote on the couch and goes to open the front door.

“Hi Vale” “Hi Pecco, care if I come in?”

Vale has - he’s got food with him, food Pecco can’t bring himself to deem worthy of, but lets him in anyway.

He can’t say no to Vale.

“Have you eaten anything yet?”

It’s a dumb question, Vale knows Pecco hasn’t, when he loses, or crashes God forbid, he’s capable of starving himself for two whole days if someone doesn’t force him to eat something.

“No”

“Allora I brought a few things for you” “Not hungry” “Yeah your bullshit doesn’t get to me Pecco, you’re fucking starving, and I can see the race playing on your TV so come eat something”

Pecco looks to the ground, then up to Vale

“I don’t think I-” “Don’t wanna hear it, sit down and eat”

He complies, it’s really difficult for Pecco to keep his ground against him, and once he’s seated Vale starts heating up the food he probably prepared while in Monza for his own race.

“How many times?”

He doesn’t need to specify, Pecco knows he’s asking how many times he’s watched himself fall trying to find out what he did wrong.

"Thirty one”

Vale huffs, taking the food out the microwave and placing it in front of a barely-acknowledging Pecco.

“It’s not healthy. To watch that many times yourself crashing, it gets to your head in ways it shouldn’t” “I have to understand-” “Eat, before we talk you have to eat”

The younger reluctantly starts feeding himself small bites of pasta, trying to keep the food down and not listen to his head telling him to throw it all up.

Once he’s finished Vale takes his plate and puts it in the dishwasher, then walks Pecco to the bedroom.

They should talk, he’s right, but Pecco denies himself of everything when he gets like this, and Vale himself knows how much of a help releasing stress and sadness after a crash can help

He’s done it more than once himself for God’s sake.

That’s why he’s always so slow after Pecco doesn’t perform like he’d want to, and even when he wins, sometimes he over criticizes himself so much Vale has to treat him as if he just lost.

He takes off the younger’s shirt once he gets him to bed, slowly leaving tender kisses on his neck and chest, then going back up and sharing a proper kiss with him, while his own shirt comes off.

“Vale I don’t deserve this you don’t have to-” “Would you stop punishing yourself like this? You watched it thirty one times Pecco, I think it’s enough torture for a long while, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need right now, not what you think you deserve”

Pecco is on the verge of crying, or closing himself up like an armadillo and letting everything in the outside world become far and muffled.

“Let me take care of you ok?” “Ok”

It’s reluctant not because Pecco doesn’t enjoy sex with Vale, he fucking loves it, but because he doesn’t think he’s deserving of it whenever he doesn’t get first place.

And Vale knows, and knows Pecco needs to get some weight off his shoulders, and nothing frees your mind more than sex he found out.

He gets back to kiss him, hands rapidly moving to unzip his pants, having Pecco lift his hips to make it easier for Vale to just take them off.

Vale makes quick work of taking his jeans off as well, then lays Pecco on the bed, starting to kiss at his chest and belly, slowly getting closer to his dick.

His hands are placed beside Pecco’s hips for stability, while the younger’s are one over his eyes and the other buried in Vale’s hair.

The crash is still playing in his head on loop, and Vale knows, knows Pecco thinks he’s disappointed everyone, his family first, him second.

Pecco has this huge fear of disappointing people and not living up to their expectations. And Vale tries to make him understand people would be proud even if he lost the championship, but he can’t get it through his head.

He lifts himself from Pecco’s skin and looks at him, removing the hand covering his eyes and tangling their fingers together.

“Get out of your head and get back to me”

Pecco nods, and accepts Vale’s lips on his with a bit more need than before. One of Vale’s hands sneaks past the waistband of his boxers and curls itself around Pecco’s dick, who’s half hard already, and leaking some precum too.

Pecco moans in the kiss, Vale’s hand is burning hot against his skin, and still feels so forbidden at times, even if it’s been more than one year now, since him and Vale began this complicated relationship between them.

“Vale”

His voice is soft, but still somehow unsure, like he can’t bring himself to give up control fully, as if he can’t bring himself to let go.

Vale gets rid of the boy’s boxers, yanking them off as if they weren’t even there, and lets go of the hold on his hand.

Instead, he parts Pecco’s legs open, grabbing the lube from the nightstand near the bed, and warming it up quickly in his hands, before slowly pushing in the first finger.

Pecco grips at the sheets, a moan escaping his lips and getting quickly swallowed by Vale, who kisses him roughly, barely letting him breathe.

He pushes a second finger in and Pecco begins to shift towards that mind realm where he’s liquid between Vale’s fingers, where he lets everything morph into pleasure and actually enjoy it instead of overanalyzing every movement the older makes.

Vale keeps being slow, and one may think this is just more torture to Pecco, but it actually is the only way he can keep his thoughts at bay an let himself feel everything.

“Been a while eh? If I did this more often maybe you’d be more relaxed Pecchino yeah?” “Just - just please keep doing this” “Of course”

Vale bites at his Adam’s apple and a shot of pure arousal makes its way up to his brain, leaving him just able to moan out Vale’s name once more.

Pecco’s hand shifts from the sheets he’s gripping to Vale’s bicep, looking for anything that tells him this is here, actually happening, he does it everytime.

“Gonna add a third and then I’m fucking you ok?” “Yes it’s ok yes”

Vale smiles, and still slowly but more resolutely this time pushes third finger in, scissoring his hole and feeling just how much Pecco needs this. From there it’s not long until he finds his prostate and starts brushing and teasing it, having Pecco make those sweet little whimpers that always get to Vale’s head.

The older kisses him again before breaking away completely to watch how well Pecco is taking him, his own cock is hard at the sight and honestly how could it not? Pecco looks like a vision, all blushy and unfocused, gripping at his arm trying to hold himself onto reality, onto Vale.

Vale removes his finger all together and Pecco reluctantly lets his hold on his arm go, leaving him free of completely undressing himself, and tossing his boxers just on the edge of the bed.

Vale aligns himself with Pecco’s hole and pushes in, he stretched him well, but still he always remains a bit tight around him, and it makes Vale go absolutely crazy for it.

“Fuck Vale deeper”

It’s not often Pecco asks for these things, so Vale is glad he’s doing it right now. He complies immediately, burying himself as deep as he possibly can, letting out a deep breath once he’s completely inside of him.

“Gonna move ok” “Yes yes it’s ok” “Good boy”

And it gets Pecco blushing, not just on his cheeks but all over his chest as well, especially when Vale grabs his thighs and spreads them wider, just to fit more comfortably in between them.

The first thrust is already so good Pecco has to restrain himself from moaning louder than before, but his self control is very short-lived because after a few more he’s letting himself go, sounds of pleasure timed with Vale’s thrusts and the sound of skin slapping.

Vale is holding on his thighs and Pecco is pretty sure that by the strength he’s using they’re gonna be bruised tomorrow. Good.

Vale leans down for yet another kiss, and Pecco welcomes him greedily, wrapping his legs around his waist and forcing them closer. Hands now are everywhere, both his and Vale’s running around on their bodies, their hair.

“Need more Vale I need more”

Of course he does, and the older knows, but he always waits for Pecco to ask, to get out of his shell, to let himself be that kind of vulnerable the boy only lets Vale see. Pecco’s legs are strong, and undeniably so, if Vale wants to free himself from their hold he’s not sure he could right now, not with the need he feels running through Pecco’s veins.

The only thing he can do is pick up the pace, trying to be more precise with his thrusts, look for the prostate and once he finds it just keep on hitting it, driving the boy insane.

Pecco is already close, but Vale knows perfectly well that just one orgasm isn’t going to be enough for him, he’s still too self critical after just one. And Vale surely is not going to refuse Pecco a second release.

“Don’t hold yourself back Pecco, let go, I’ll make sure you come as many times as you need” “Gonna - now” “I know baby I can feel it, come on let go”

And Pecco does just that, lets go of his brain like it’s a balloon in the wind and comes, painting his own abs white and moaning Vale’s name so loud the neighbors surely heard it. Vale keep going, fucking him through his high, and Pecco takes surprisingly little to start getting hard again.

“You’re so beautiful Pecco you know that? So so beautiful and it’s all for me” “Please don’t stop” “Not planning on doing it tesoro don’t worry”

Vale is really fucking good at this, not just with words, but with everything. Pecco feels surrounded by Vale in every aspect right now, despite Vale being slimmer than him he feels like the older man could easily overwhelm him and keep him pinned down on the mattress for hours even.

Which. Happened one time. When he won in Barcelona after crashing in the sprint, Vale had went to him as soon as he could, and he had basically worshiped him and his body for hours, fucking him, kissing him, working him open with his fingers and his tongue and leaving Pecco a babbling and incoherent mess, one hand always holding him down, as Pecco came more times than he can remember.

The memory gets him fully hard again, and Vale starts teasing him more, leaving deep and dark bruises all over his neck. He knows people will notice, ask about them, since he's allegedly single since he broke up with his ex around a year ago.

“Vale no marks they - they’ll ask” “Let them ask, who cares? I’m leaving these for you not them”

And Pecco loses it, he’s almost coming once again, Vale doing this just for him it’s somewhere between sweet, possessive, arousing and just straight up hot.Vale is not doing much better right now, after Pecco comes he’s always so tight around him, it’s overwhelming almost, he knows he’s not gonna last much longer, but luckily Pecco isn’t going to either, not with the way he’s touching the younger.

He gets harsher with it, moving his hands so they’re holding Pecco’s hips down on the mattres, and fucking into him with more force than before, making him moan and whine under him. Pecco gets a hand around his dick and starts stroking himself quick and dirty under Vale’s gaze, the other hand on the bed, fingers holding the sheets tight, knuckles almost going white.

“valevalevale”

It’s the only thing he manages to say before coming again, harder this time, little moans still escaping his chest as Vale keeps fucking him, then once Vale pulls out and comes on his abs as well he’s gone.

Pecco wakes up half an hour later, cleaned up dressed with a pair of boxers and a shirt that’s most definitely not his, as Vale is bringing him water and a little something to eat.

“Thanks” “No need to thank me Pecchino”

Vale sits beside him, he still smells like sex, Pecco smells like sex and Vale.

“Do we really need to talk?” “Yes Pecco we do. This can be good for you, to relax, but you still get right back to criticizing yourself as soon as we finish, everytime it’s like that” “I’m sorry I ruin the moment” “You don’t ruin shit Pecco, you just need someone to talk to, someone who gets how you feel”

Pecco wouldn’t want to doubt Vale’s words but it’s difficult not to. When he feels like today, when he feels like he’s disappointed everyone how can he not doubt?

“Listen, I crashed too, many times, but that doesn’t make me any less worth of what I achieved” “Yeah, but you are you” “And you are you too, if you sucked as much as you think you do you wouldn’t be champion no?”

Pecco scoffs, curling himself beside Vale. With him, after sex, is the only time Pecco actually lets down more barriers and cries. He finds it shaming, something to hide, something he can only trust Vale with.

“i don’t deserve my championships Vale, not like you do” “What the fuck are you saying now Pecco come on” “The truth. In moto2 it was luck, in 2022 I only won cause Fabio’s bike was shit, last year it was because Jorge fell” “No Pecco that’s no -” “This year I keep falling, I keep doing shit, I keep losing control of everything and I can’t hope forever that Jorge will be as stupid or talentless as me and crash it out more often than I do”

There’s silence, for a moment, a still second in which the flight of a mosquito could alter this whole equilibrium that’s set between the two. Then Vale replies.

“You aren’t talentless Pecco, whoever thinks that is an idiot, if you think that yourself then you’re an idiot as well. Can you get better? Yes you can, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t great now too, you do deserve your championships, every single one, and listen to me carefully now”

Vale grabs Pecco’s head in between his hands, turning him towards his face.

“You. didn’t. disappoint. anyone” “But I fell and-” “And so what? Championship’s over because you crashed? Two years ago you were 91 points behind Fabio. And you won because you got them all back. Martin is fast, yes, but you can be faster. You have to stop being so hard on yourself and actually understand how good you are. Fueling yourself with thoughts of ‘If I lose I’m a failure’, which I know you do, doesn’t work, it only gets you rigid and cold and self critical, which then reflects on every second you spend on that goddamn bike” “How can you not be disappointed in me” “Because you never give up Pecco, and that’s something I really admire in people” “But if I keep crashing like that next year Marc’s gonna kill me” “You crash because you’re scared of what the people you care about will think if you don’t win. You get distracted, and you crash. Sometimes you gotta think about the race, the points, not just go and look for the first place like a madman. I learnt it late maybe, I was like that too I’ll admit it, but now I see things a little differently than before”

Pecco doesn’t answer this time, he just snuggles more into Vale’s hold. He feels at ease there, protected, shielded by his own mind.

He’s not convinced of what Vale said, he probably will never be, but he can hear it in his tone Vale is sincere when he says he’s not disappointed in him for crashing.

Vale’s hug is warm against his skin, a relaxing kind of warmth, and Pecco gets lost in it. Vale knows Pecco is not convinced as well, but that’s all he can do for now, try and try and try to get him to understand his worth.

He can’t have Pecco hate himself like that, it would destroy both of them. Pecco firstly because he’d doubt too much of himself, Vale second because he’d see someone he deeply cares about get hurt. Someone he loves, even.

And he can’t have that. So he’ll settle for this, whatever this may be, to have Pecco learn to love himself a bit more each day they spend close, criticize himself yes, but productively, constructively, not in the demolishing way he’s doing right now.

Pecco falls asleep in his arms, and Vale stays. He stays. With Pecco he always does. He already got this thing wrong once, he won’t get it wrong with him.

#alice writes #my fic <3 #pecco/vale #motogp rpf #motogp smut #motogp fic #they're now very dear to me #the psychological side id AJIQW CIFFC EI #and they're very hot too #I could consider writing something post 2023 Championship Win

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loveneversleepss · 1 year ago

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Play date

Inspired by training wheels by Melanie Martinez, reflections by the neighborhood,

pairing- Yang Jeongin x female reader (As children, teens, adults)

genre- slow burn, childhood friends, fluff(ish), feelings of betrayal, time changes, switch povs.

warnings: heavy kissing, mean nicknames, touching.

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"I don't wanna!" Your left foot stomps heavily to the floor. Your eyebrows furrow and your lower lip pouts out. Resisting heavily to having to go to your mom's friend's house. She sighs as she shakes her head walking away from you. You follow a few steps hesitantly after her, tiptoeing. She lifts you quickly as your legs dangle lazily. She sets you on the cold hard surface of the bathroom counter.

"You'll like it, trust me. She has a son a few months older than you. He's gone to some of our parties." Your nose fringes up as if you smelled something bad. Your arms cross angrily across your chest as you stare at the ground. You tend to always be dragged to places your mom wants to go. You're all the company she has, so you try your best to understand.

"okay.. but can we take my bike? I've been wanting to ride it!" You chirp brightly at her and shoot her your best smile. She can't say no to that smile. She laughs as she brushes your hair aside, you turn to face the mirror. "Alright, but you have to play with the boy. His name is Jeongin." Great.

The car slowly pulls up the street to your next 5 hours of torture. You sigh as you look back at your sparkly blue bike in the back, perfect for a 7 year old. Although you're a bit nervous. Your mom took off your training wheels, you haven't properly ridden your bike without them. "Excited?" Your mom brings you out of your nervous bubble. You nod your head and put on a smile. The car parks on the curb and your heart flings down to your stomach. You unleash your seat belt and get off the car slowly.

She opens the trunk and takes your bike out of it. It lands on the floor with a bounce as you stare at it. She tilts her head in confusion as to why you are not immediately grabbing it. "Y/n?" You snap your head up to her, she rolls it over to you. You grab the rubber of your bike and roll it as you follow your mom. She straightens her shirt out as she prepares to knock at the door.

Knock, knock. Her hand calmly hits the door. You hear a dog bark as a woman shushes it. Cool, a doggy to play with. The door swings open as a woman in blue, the same color as your bike, chirps a happy greeting to your mom. Her eyes travel down to you, she analyzes you and giggles.

"Well aren't you a beauty, you must be y/n." You lightly nibble at your lower lip as your hands tighten around the bike handle. "Hi.." She giggles at your shyness, her door widens more. "Come in please, the bike can too." Your mother walks in as you struggle a bit getting the bike through the door. You successfully get it inside as you admire the entrance. You always loved to explore houses, and wonder how different their lives are.

You decide to abandon your bike for a bit, it wouldn't hurt anyone. You run quickly to explore and discover a room. The door is open and you decide to stumble inside. It must be the room of the son that lives here. It's filled with action figures and drawings. The sunlight beams in and lights up the stars hanging from the ceiling. The decoration makes it a solar system theme. You touch a toy that's shaped like a planet, a dwarf planet, Pluto. "Who are you?" You stand shook as you've been caught.

You place the toy back and turn to the speaker. A boy around your age stands before you, his arms crossed and an angry expression. You recognize him, like your mom said, he's been to your house for parties. "Exactly what gives you the right to touch MY things?" You bow to him and ask for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snoop." You hear a scoff from him as you look up to a smirk planted on his lips. "I suppose I forgive you.." He tilts his head as he takes a step closer to you. "What's your name, Snoopy?"

Standing closer you notice you're about 2 inches taller than him, you hold back a snort. You sigh and muster up a smile, "Y/n. What's yours, Pluto?" He frowns as he knows you're referring to his height. He sighs as he lets his arm fall lazily, "Jeongin." You nod and look to the hallway then bring your attention back to him. "I brought a bike so.. imma go ride it now." You run away quickly, not bothering to invite him. You couldn't care less about making a friendship with him. You wheeled your bike out the front door and shut the door behind you.

You get a few steps down the driveway when you hear the door open and shut. A pair of footsteps running, then a wild Jeongin appears. He stops before you, panting heavily, staring into your eyes. You frown, "What are you doing?" You blurt out angrily. He smiles and pats down on your bike seat. "I thought you'd like some company." You roll your eyes at him and scoff dramatically. "Do you even know how to ride a bike? One without training wheels?"

He tilts his head curiously, "Do you?" You bite your bottom lip, you haven't tried. You push him aside in anger and bring your right leg up and over the bike. You place your feet on the pedals and get comfortable in your seat. The angled driveway gives you a boost as you roll down the small hill, quickly getting the hang of it. You don't know why you were so scared, it's so easy. You turn around to see Jeongin smiling brightly as the distance between you gets longer and longer. You decide to turn around and make your way back to him.

You stop right in front of him and set your feet on the ground to hold your balance. "See that? Easy." He laughs softly, amused at your remark. "Wanna try?" His expression changes as he takes a sharp breath. His feet kick softly at a pebble as he avoids eye contact. "Do you not know how to ride a bike?" He shakes his head, "Not one without training wheels.." You stay silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Well only one way to learn," you hop off your bike and pat on the seat.

His eyes widen as he understands what you mean. He fidgets his fingers together and looks around. “It’s not like I’m asking to be your wife,” you roll your eyes. He’s Hesitating but willing. “Okay,” his voice sounds soft, uneasy. His right leg plops over and he steadies himself into the seat. “I’ll keep my hand on the seat the whole way around, okay?” He look scared and grabs onto your arm, “promise you won’t push me straight to the dirt?” You sigh and roll your eyes, “if you promise me you won’t break away first.”

He successfully pedals about 10 feet when he starts to get anxious. The handles start to move out of control. And the bike goes falling, you and Jeongin with it..

“That really hurt,” Jeongin pouts as you put a gauze on his wound. “You just have to be more still,” You pout your bottom lip too as he squirms from the pain. “Hold still, almost done.” You place down the applicator and grab a bandaid. It’s a Spider-Man themed one and you gently smooth it out over his knee. “All better,” Without thinking, you place a kiss. You’ve realized what you have done too late.

You look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand. Well, no point in trying to explain. You grab the first aid kit you acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket. “Now let’s try again.” His eyebrow raises in shock and his mouth slightly opens, “what do you mean again?!”

You walk to the bike and bring it upright, “when you fail, you have to try again.” He sighs deeply and looks to the sky, “what have I gotten myself into?” He walks over and plops on the seat again. He travels farther and farther each time. Resulting in a fall each time but it’s getting better. Just when you thought it was time to stop, he does it. You let go of the seat slowly and he keeps going. He screams happily as the speed picks up, he turns around to see you standing from afar.

You smile at him as he turns to make his way back to you. He stops a foot away from you, panting heavily. “I.. did it.” You smile brightly at him and jump on him. “I knew you could do it, Innie!” You hear him giggle as he gives you hugs back. “Y/n!.. Jeongin!” You hear your mom call you two. You both make way back to the house.

"Time to go honey, say goodbye." You turn to Jeongin and he smiles, "We'll see each other soon." You jump into his arms and hold him tight. "Bye snoopy," You hear him softly laugh into your ear and you smile as you pull away. You turn to his mom and say goodbye to her. Your mother drags your bike into the trunk and you head inside. You're about to pull out of the driveway when Jeongin catches your eye. An almost invisible tear sheds down his cheek. He runs after the car and yells something you couldn't make out.

You didn't know that would be the last time you would see him. At least for a while..

9 years later.

In just a blink, everything has changed. Today is your birthday, you turn 16. "Are you excited?" Your makeup artist snaps you out of your dazed state. You plaster a smile across your face, "Why wouldn't I be? I'm.. of age now." It's custom in your family line that once you turn 14, you are considered a woman. "And.. all done! Take a look," you glanced at your reflection in the mirror in front of you. "It looks great, thank you. You may leave." Her hand fists up slightly and she turns to leave.

You sit up from the chair and make way to the long mirror. There you stand in a blue gown. Fluffy sleeves hanging off your shoulders and jewels all about it. A corset top that sucked you in to show curves. 'Smile, y/n, be happy.' You manage to squeeze out a smile, but a tear that glides down your cheek gives you away. You hear a rumbling and turn to the commotion. A man falls into the room and the door shuts. You stand there shocked and step back. He groans in pain and rolls on his back to reveal a bloody nose.

You step closer to him, standing above him, "How did you get in here?" His eyes widen and he quickly scrambles to his feet. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pry. Iwasjustlostandopenedthedoorandthereyouwereand.. Inoticedyouwerecryinganddidn'twannabargein!" You shut your eyes to try to understand what just uttered out of his mouth. "It's fine, I don't mind. I snoop around sometimes too." You walk over to your vanity and grab a tissue, you hold it out to him. "You have a little something.." You point to his nose and he takes it.

He begins to clean his nose when you notice something familiar about him. "Have we met before?" He tilts his head and analyzes you. "We have.. I swear it," you mumble loudly. You step closer to him, only a foot away from him now. He steps back to gain more space but discovers the wall behind him. "You're a little close," his face begins to redden. This snaps your memory. Your mind flashes back to several years ago,

“All better,” Without thinking, I placed a kiss. I’ve realized what I have done too late. I look up to a red-tomato Jeongin, he looks in the opposite direction and tries to conceal his cheeks with his hand.

You step back as he recreates the same motion, concealing his face with his hand. "Jeongin?" He responds to the name as his eyebrow raises. "It's you!" You jump and wrap your arms around him. His hands pause but you hear a small exhale and he finally holds you close. He swings you in his arms. "Y/n," he says as he places you back on the floor. "It's you!" His hands cup your cheeks as he wipes the stray tear off your cheek. "You're so old now," you giggle and pretend to frown.

"Old? Says the one who is older than me." You scoff and pretend to walk away. "Where you going?" He grabs you by your waist and drags you back into him. This makes you feel squirmy in your tummy, it feels like butterflies. You turn to him, his face inches from yours. "Where have you been, hmm?" You feel it again, stronger this time. "Oh, Pluto. I've missed you." He laughs softly at the nickname you've made for him. "I've missed you too, Snoopy."

His scent lures you in, this feeling is so unfamiliar to you. It's like, you want something. "Why were you crying?" He whispers as his forehead leans against yours. You pull away from him, "I guess.. ever since we've seen each other." You sat down on the chair from earlier, "I haven't been happy.." He looks at you with such ache in his eyes, he steps towards you. "Y/n-" He's interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turn to see your mother.

"Oh my, Jeongin! You've grown up!" You smile as she runs over to him. "My, My. Let me look at you." She walks in a circle around him, "Why you've gotten so tall." You giggle a bit and lay your chin against the chair. "Guess I'd have to stop calling you pluto now." He smiles and shakes his head, "I actually quite like it." Oh, how you could get lost in his eyes. You could spend all day looking at him. "Why don't we all go downstairs now. The party's starting!"

Seems like hundreds of people arrived, a never ending of 'hello's spill out your mouth. You lose sight of Jeongin easy and keep cursing about the people who stop you from looking for him. You had slowly made your way to the dance floor when you got bombarded with people asking you to dance. You couldn't say no as they were already dragging you to dance. You couldn't help but keep an eye out for him. Just when you lost all hope, someone taps on your shoulder.

"Such a chore, isn't it?" You jump from him whispering in your ear. "Jeongin!" You push him away softly. He reaches out his arm, "Care for a dance?" You sigh and take his arm, "Couldn't hurt." Oh, but how it affected you. You make your way to the center as the music starts. His hand curls around your waist and his other hand in yours. His hand around your waist ignites your body. His smile is driving you crazy as he leads your body along with his, perfectly matching the rhythm.

This heat ignites hotter and hotter, his lips inches away from you. You want to feel them so bad, pressed against yours. For his hands to slip elsewhere. Thankfully, the song ends and you bow to each other. "I'm feeling a bit tired. I think I'm going to go up to my vanity room." He catches your arm softly, "can if I go with?"

God, you wished you had the guts to say no. But, the words slipped out of your mouth before you could've stopped it. 'yes.'

You had plopped down on the cushioned couch you have as soon as you entered the room. "I got you something," he says as he reaches into his pocket. You reluctantly sat up and he handed you a tiny gift box. "What is it?" He sits down next to you, "open it and find out." You untie the bow and slip it off. You lift the top off and you freeze at the item.

I grab the first aid kit I acquired from Jeongin’s kitchen and grab a few of bandaids, “Keep bandaids on you, for when you hit the jagged ground.” He takes it reluctantly and shoved them into his shorts pocket.

"You kept this?" He nods his head. You inhale sharply and stand up. "This dress is too tight, I need to change." You walk into the closet and grab the spare dress in there. "Untie me," you walk to him and turn your back to him. He unties it slowly, his fingers brushing softly on the skin there. You want to lean into his touch but resist doing so. "Turn around and lock the door." He obeys and faces the door, you wait till you hear the click of the lock and slip off the dress.

You pull up the short dress and pull the spaghetti straps on. You walk to your vanity and take off your necklace. "Little help please," he walks slowly and you turn so your back is to him again. He zips up the back of your dress dangerously slow. Once it reaches the top, his hands rest on your waist again. It catches you by surprise and you gasp softly as your hands land on the vanity. "What's wrong?" He comes closer to your body, his hand slides your hair off your shoulder to one side. He leans into your ear, "cat got your tongue?"

You lean your head to the side, just begging for his lips to land there. You're rewarded as his lips attach to your neck, your body jolts at the sudden feeling. His soft lips create a chain leading up your neck. You can't help but let a noise of relief leave you. His hand slightly tightens around your waist and you begin to be impatient. You turn to face him and jump on the counter. You wrap your legs around his back and pull him into you. Holding onto his face, you attach his lips into yours.

The feeling of his body and lips finally so close to you is so gratifying. Your body is hungry, and you want more. He groans into the kiss and tangles his hand into your hair. He leans his body forward onto you, his hands placed on the desk behind you. You feel his belt pressed up against you and feel the great pleasure it brings. Your hips begin to move as the friction ignites a glow. "Mm, baby?" You nod your head, half-listening, "That's not my belt."

Your eyes open and look down to see his hard-on poking a tent in his pants. "Oh.." His eyes look at you with such hunger, it's so captivating. "Well, do you wanna stop?" He shakes his head, "No." He continues the kiss and you begin to move your hips again. He starts to groan into the kiss more and more. It sends a tingle through your body each time. "Y/n." He breaks away again. "Am I allowed to do something to you?" You tilt your head curiously, "What do you mean?"

He picks you up, he sets you down on the couch. Your legs are spread as he lays in between them. His hand lays on your shoulder, "Can I touch you?" You nod your head and smile, you find it sweet he's asking for permission. His hand drags down your collarbones, in between your breasts, your stomach and stops right before he hits it. "Even here? Can I?" You think about it for a second then nod.

His hand disappears under your skirt and drags down your panties.

TO BE CONTINUED

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#stray kids #stray kids stay #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids series #straykids hard hours #stray kids smut #straykids smut #skz smut #skz

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 1 year ago

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I love how . . . realistically socially awkward Sonic Wachowski is. Like, the kid spent ten years alone. Of course his social/conversation skills are gonna be rusty and awkward.

His first interactions with Tom in the first movie are proof enough (as well as showing how desperate he was for socialization and friendship). But I'm also going to use a deleted scene to showcase this.

I'm not gonna share screenshots because it was with an early stage of CGI with the old design, which is meh. But the scene itself was so good, so I'll just share bits of the script. (You can find it easily on YouTube if you don't believe me lol.) The beginning is the main part I'm talking about.

*immediately after Sonic was meeting Ozzy for the first time and was getting licked all over his face. Tom walks in and sits on the couch*

Tom: "I wanna talk to you for a second, have a seat."

Sonic: "Okay."

*he sits on the ground*

*Tom stares at him for a second*

Tom: "Up here." *pats the spot next to him*

Sonic: "Right, right right right." *quickly, awkwardly sits on the couch*

Then Tom proceeds to ask him about his "crazy lightning display" on the highway, which was actually a really interesting conversation that better sealed in stone how Sonic's powers are linked with his emotions. But that's maybe for another post.

Tom's asking him to sit down so he could talk to him felt so much like a parent vibe. Even just as an adult to a child.

It's a fairly normal experience for most kids. Sonic? The kid is still learning how relationships with real people work. He doesn't understand social cues at this point and isn't aware of how normal, deeper conversations go. He's not used to close proximity, he hasn't been in a long time. And he's twelve.

Tom asks him to sit with him so they can talk.

And this kid just . . . sits on the floor. As if he really believes that's what Tom was expecting him to do.

I feel like this might speak a little of his trauma issues, too, but I'd need to spend more time analyzing it with other things in order to make a proper post about it.

Idk why that moment just stuck out to me so much. I just really like how accurately he behaves as a kid who spent way too much time in isolation with no interpersonal relationships.

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justagamerandaweeb · 1 year ago

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True Love - Kyojuro x Reader

18+ MDNI

Kyojuro gently cups your cheeks with his hands and gently kisses you. "Mmm..."

He softly smooches you as he strokes the back of your head and he deepens the kiss.

He slowly pushes you down to the ground with him and stops kissing you to see your blushing face.

"You have no idea... How long I've been wanting to do this with you..." He pecks your lips.

"I feel the same way... Kyojuro..." You said as you touched his exposed chest. "You feel so strong..."

"And you look so beautiful..." He says whiles caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You blushed redder than the ends of his hair and he giggles.

He then leaned down to your face and kisses your lips again.

You closed your eyes and put your hand on the back of his head as you melted into the kiss.

You both opened your mouths and frenched kissed each other, making your tongues dance with each other.

"Mmm..." You both moaned sending vibrations throughout your mouths.

He stops kissing you and says, "You really wanna do this, (Y/N)? We can do this another time if you are not comfortable."

You shook your head to his request cause you've been wanting to do this for a long time with him. "No. I want to." He lightly chuckles from the way you said no. You were nervous but confident at the same time.

"Then let us continue, my flame. Is it okay if I undress you?" He says as he grabs the tie of the obi. He looks at you for consent and you nodded. He then unites the obi and takes off the kimono, revealing your body in front of him.

"H-how do I look Kyojuro?"

He sits there with a light blush on his face while his eyes analyze your body.

"Kyojuro?"

"You are so beautiful."

"T-thank you."

"No. I mean truly beautiful. More beautiful than anything in this entire world." He leans in and pecks your lips. "And you should know that, my flame."

He then starts kissing out of pure love as he closes his eyes and strokes your cheek. You locked your arms around his neck.

"You deserve... The entire... World..." He said in between kisses as he leans deeper to kiss you, resulting in both of you falling on the floor.

You looked at each other and giggled as Kyojuro reach out his hand and head pats you. "Sorry. Was that too much?"

"No. It wasn't. I just lost my balance and fell. You're a really good kisser."

His smile grows larger as a thank you for the compliment. "You really think so? Even as a virgin?"

Your eyes widen when you heard Kyojuro was a virgin. From the way he was kissing you and the way he acted while doing this, you thought he had done this before.

"You're a virgin?"

"Why yes, I am. I have never looked at anyone special in the past. Because since I became a Demon Slayer, I thought it would be pointless to be in a relationship with someone." He then scoots up close to your face and cups your cheek. "But then I met you. You made me realize that none of that mattered. That I could still find love, even as a Demon Slayer. And I couldn't thank you enough, my flame." And he hugs you.

You then hugged him back and started getting teary-eyed, not from sadness, but joy. You were so happy that Kyojuro had feelings for you. It felt like it was too good to be true.

Your breath started to shake as you tried to refrain from crying but inevitably failed so you held him tighter so you wouldn't let him see you like this. Kyojuro notices your shaky breathing and says, "Are you okay?"

"M-mmm-h-hmm..." You then let out a shaky inhale making Kyojuro more concerned about you. He then stops hugging you to get a look at you only to see tears rolling down your face.

"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong!? If so, let me know and ill try to rephrase it! You see... I'm not really good at this relationship thing, and all I want is to make you smile." He says as he grabs your hand and softly squeezes it.

You sniffle as you were trying to steady your breathing to respond to him. "I a-am smiling..."

"Oh, you are? Thank the gods! I thought I said something that made you really upset, but I'm really glad that isn't the case in this situation." And he laughs and you sort of chuckled with him.

He then grabs your chin and slowly leans in to kiss him. The way he kissed you felt so intimate. Like a true bond finally coming together after so long. He then hugs you while kissing you trying to make the kiss more tender and closer than before.

He stops kissing you when a line of saliva came apart from your mouths. "You ready to do this?" Your heart started to faster than before. This was the final stretch, but you were so nervous. So you deeply inhaled and slowly exhaled before saying, "Yes."

He then pecks your lips before taking the other half of his kimono off before showing a big tent in his fundoshi. He grabs the rims of the piece of cloth and pulls it down to reveal his big and thick shaft. He looked like to be 8 inches along with a 6-inch girth.

Your eyes slightly widen at how big he was. It made you a little scared to figure out how it would fully fit inside you. "It's so big..."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"N-no, it isn't. I'm just surprised no woman tried to be with you with this type of size. M-may I... Touch It?"

He then grabs your wrist and puts it on his throbbing shaft. It felt so weird when you first touched it, but you got used to it. It felt so hot in hand to think this was a regular body part for men.

"Your hands... Are so soft around me... I'm not complaining though..." He then reaches down your nethers and starts touching your folds.

You flinched but moaned at the same time when you felt his fingers touching you down there. But it felt good for some reason. "Kyojuro..."

He then looks at you and starts kissing your lips. He uses his other hand to stroke your head as he fingers you with the other. But that soon stopped when he gets on top of you. "I can't wait anymore. I want you so bad. Is it okay with you? I don't want it to feel forced on you and I want you to f-mmph!"

You interrupted him when you kissed his lips and caressed his cheek. You stopped kissing him to see he has a blush on his face. "I'll take that as a yes, my flame. Then, let's lose our virginity together. And one that we will never forget." And kisses you one last time.

He then grabs his shaft and lines up to your entrance and started to slowly push inside you. You started to whimper grom how big he was. He tries to reassure you by praising you for how well you are taking him.

Your hips finally came in contact with each other and he strokes your hair. "Are you okay, my flame?" You nodded since you were feeling both pain and pleasure since his shaft was filling you.

Kyojuro felt something running down his shaft. So he looks down to see blood mixed with your juices. "Your bleeding..." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you. "It's because you took my first. You claimed me. And I feel so happy. Happy that my first time was with you."

Kyojuro then changes his face from worry, to relieved and happy. "I'm glad you feel happy, (Y/N). Is it okay if I can move?"

"Just give me a minute. It still hurts."

"Oh, darling take all the time you need. Besides, I want to savor this moment with you." He then hugs you and kisses your cheeks.

"Y'know you feel really hot around me, right? It feels really good. I had no idea that a female's private part would feel so good and tight."

"It's because you feel so big inside me. Of course ill tighten around you from your size."

You kissed his lips. "You can move now, Kyojuro."

"Okay. If you ever feel pain, don't be afraid to tell me okay?" He holds your hand. "I want this to be the best for you." And slowly thrust into you.

You quietly moaned as you felt his shaft slowly rubbing against your walls every time he fills you back up.

"Unh..."

"Does it feel good?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Good. But I'm still gonna go slow until you tell me to."

"P-please do."

His eyebrow raises when he heard you to tell him to go faster. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive."

He then nods and started to raise his pace from thrusting you. Making you moan a little bit louder than before.

"Kyojuro..." You said as you gently squeezed his hand. It felt so good feeling Kyojuro separate your walls every time he pushes himself back inside you.

"You feel... So tight..." He moans as he thrusts into you feeling your hot, and tight walls wrapping around his cock.

He looks down to see the faint blood was completely gone and just your juices were covering his cock. He then wraps his arms around your hips and started to thrust more faster.

"Ahh! Kyojuro!"

Your sudden outburst causes Kyojuro to stop. Scared that he might have hurt you. "Sorry, it feels so good to me. Do you want me to stop?"

"N-no! Keep going!"

He resumes thrusting into you. This time more faster than before. Making you moan louder and making your back arch.

"F-fuck..."

That was the first time you heard Kyojuro swear. And to be honest with yourself, you kinda liked it. He starts kissing your sensitive skin as he thrust into you. You touched his hair to realize how fluffy it was. It was really fluffy, like a bowl of white rice.

"Kyojuro's hair, it's so soft..." But that stopped when he lifted his head up and kissed your lips as his hips came in contact with yours repeatedly.

You then his cock throbbing meaning that he was close. He stops kissing you to see the locks of his hair stuck on his sweaty forehead. "(Y/N), I can't hold it in anymore. Where Do you want me to..." You cupped his cheek and said, "Wherever you want to."

So uses all of his energy pounding into you before pulling out and cumming on your stomach with 5 spurts of cum coming out of his shaft.

He then grabs a piece of cloth and wipes it on your stomach to clean the cum off. He then throws the piece of cloth off somewhere before laying down next to you. But before he does, he asks, "Wait, (Y/N), did you finish?"

You shook your head no to his question.

"Then we are not done."

You raised an eyebrow wondering what he was talking about until he goes down your nether region. He then starts to lick your folds.

You sharply inhaled and moaned to him licking your nether with his tongue. He then goes nose deep and puts his entire mouth inside you, practically eating you out.

Your head rolled back as you held his head in place to your nether. Your legs started shaking when you felt him slurping your juices.

You then started to feel a knot forming in your stomach as you felt yourself getting closer.

"I'm... I'm gonna!" You quietly shouted out before Kyojuro licks your clit and puts his index and middle finger inside your nether and that immediately put you on the edge.

You sprayed your juices all over his fingers and chin but he still continued to finger you and lick your clit until you stopped cumming.

You were twitching from how much pleasure you were feeling after you came. Your nether was pulsating from the imprint of his shaft.

He licks the remains of your juices on his fingers and says, "Tasty..."

He then finally decides to lay down next to you and you put your head on his chest. "T-thank you..." You slowly wrapped around his back, hugging him.

He caresses your back and says, "Anytime."

He sighs as he caresses your back. "Y'know, I've been thinking about retiring. Like leaving the Demon Slayer Corps to have ordinary lives and to start a family together. We could have a happy life without any suffering whatsoever. We can leave all that stuff behind and start all over. Wouldnt you like that, my flame?" But all he would hear was your soft snoring.

He then opens his mouth to say something but he stops himself and smiles. "I guess I can tell you another time, my flame." And goes to sleep. Promising himself to say the same thing someday.

#kyojuro x reader #demon slayer smut #anime #kny smut #kyojuro smut #kny x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro

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kayzero · 2 years ago

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For the ideas wanted post, I always find people's different interpretations of how Quark functions after different endings in VLR so so interesting, since they're a character i've analyzed so so much. so a Quark-centric writing of them after one of the endings in which they're alive and get out?

This takes place during/after Luna END.

Weeks and months and years ago, when Quark was little, littler than he is now, he would sometimes wake up without Grandpa. He would panic, he would cry, he would be convinced that this was it, Grandpa finally got tired of having a little kid around, he’s gone and never coming back. And always, without fail, Grandpa would come back, see his sorry state, and calm him down, explaining that he just had to get an early start on work, and Quark looked too comfortable to disturb.

He grew out of that phase when he started helping Grandpa out with scavenging in earnest. He started to understand why it was so important that he get up early, get to the good stuff before anyone else. The memories fell to the back of his mind, like baby teeth from his mouth.

When Quark wakes up after being sedated in Rhizome-9, he knows for a fact that Grandpa is dead.

The surety comes from the same place that screams for freedom, howls at being chained up in this flesh prison where he could die at any moment. The visions he’d been having in the first round of the AB Game with Dio and Grandpa crop back up. He could be sliced with a scalpel, buried under trash, killed by a cultist — and even if he could avoid all the ugly, violent deaths, he couldn’t avoid death by sickness or old age.

But the sedative still floating around in his system combined with the shock of his Grandpa’s death make him numb, and let him see the tantrum he threw objectively — and it was a tantrum, albeit one over his very life instead of some toy he wanted — but more than that, it reminded him of something he had seen on the streets with Grandpa.

The people who got infected with Radical-6. The Cultists and the Damned. They ranted about the state of the world being divine judgement, that humanity would shrivel up and die out eventually, that there was no point in struggling because they would do it to themselves.

The Cultists grew in fervor, shifted to talking about the world that would rise from the rubble that the world was covered in. The Damned all ended up dead by their own hands.

Quark had almost joined them.

Might still. Grandpa’s dead, what’s the point?

Quark put his hands on the ground and pushed himself so that he was sitting against the wall instead of laying on the hard metal floor.

“Oh good, you’re awake. I didn’t wanna have to struggle to get you into this suit.”

He tilts his head up and sees Miss Phi, dressed in a spacesuit but missing the helmet. Looks at her with dead eyes that were still too alive because his body is still moving while his soul is screaming that Grandpa is dead—

He tries to tune out the howling. “Why do you want me to get in the suit, Miss Phi?”

“There’s some sort of pressure difference between this room and the outside world, and the suit’s what we need to survive it.”

“But what about the AB Game?”

The flinty, cool look Miss Phi usually wears gives way to something close to what the people Grandpa used to talk to wear when they look at him. Kinda sad, kinda frustrated.

“You’ve been asleep for a while. The AB Game’s over. We won.”

He doesn’t feel like a winner. He doesn’t say that out loud.

Instead he goes, “So you want to leave?”

“Yeah, and I have to bring you with me because you’re too young to be on your—“ She stops herself with wide eyes and a hand that stops halfway up to cover her mouth, because—

Because Miss Phi knows. She knows Grandpa is dead, she thinks that Quark doesn’t know, she doesn’t want to tell him (right now? ever?). The howling starts snarling at her now, his mind starts whirling with mean things and bad words to say to her, things he said when the adults wouldn’t let him—

Well. He doesn’t feel like being mean, but he doesn’t feel like being nice either. He settles for polite and factual.

“You know there’s nothing out there, right?”

“What? What do you mean by that?”

He doesn’t have a bracelet on, and Grandpa’s already dead, so nothing stops him from saying, “We’re on the moon.”

“…What?”

“We’re in a research base on the moon. Grandpa told me before we got on the ship. But the pilot knocked us out, so it was probably a one-way trip.”

As he talks, Miss Phi backs up until her back hits the wall, slowly sliding down until she’s sitting on the floor like he is. She doesn’t move, except to wrap her arms around her shins and bury her face into the collar of the space suit.

They stay like that for a while.

#kay snippets #zero escape #virtue’s last reward #quark vlr #phi vlr #I forgot what spelling of grandpa quark uses in vlr #if this turns into a longer fic i’ll do actual research

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sunset-ellebazi-zone · 12 days ago

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ive struggled getting back into fighting games for a couple years. its mostly been being the big fish in a small pond, and having percieved expectations put upon me, or not being able to grow in that pond. theres a lot more nuance there, things like needing to be a good sport to my friends while they dont need to return that, i act as a boss figure for them to overcome, so even when im just trying to hang out, goof off or practice, theyll be keeping track of the score that session. but when i go online and dont perform how i want to it feels extra harsh cause of the expectations i feel like i need to meet, ontop of recognizing the rust i need to shake off

it used to be fun to just improve and learn and engage with the games, learning as much as i can, and learning so many new skills but as that plateaus and i dont have rivals or friends at my skill floor its much harder to improve and get that rush of improvement that you can find when youre starting out. these types of things ontop of not having time or energy compound into me just feeling vitriol towards my play sessions.

not being able to enjoy one of my favorite things makes me feel like an outsider to my own self, this is supposed to be something that brings me joy but that spark hasnt been there. so im trying to find that spark to ignite. i want to focus on bringing back self made goals however small and just derusting those fundamentals, i often feel like a heart player with good sense of theory but i have rested on those laurels when playing with my friends. so i want to analyze my replays and create a goal for the next session and show results or struggles and document how im overcoming that.

i also want to engage with the games in new ways, i wanna get excited and trying cool things, having for the sake of having fun, trying weird ideas. i think ive tricked myself into being so focused on progress that its strangling me. and i need to be able to just play, relax and have a good time. and at first both of these feel counter productive or exclusionary and i think thats one of the hurdles i need to find an answer to.

one thing i want to appreciate is the presence of others, even just on random ladders, no matter what, youre playing with another human being with their own life and sharing a moment of it with them, and theres something beautiful to that. everybody has something to teach and their own entire playstyle and quirks, and i think appreciating that weird, social and parasocial split is something thatll ground it less as just "im losing" and turn it into either, "theyre better" or "theres something to learn here"

so i want to document all the things i like, all the good times i have, weird little moments with this side blog and see if it doesnt keep me more focused or aware? maybe just help me keep track of things

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ciconiatheories · 5 years ago

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Virtual Space in Ciconia When They Cry

aka: me setting up the groundwork for the theories imma post here.

Spoilers up to Chapter 7 of Ciconia Phase 1: For You, the Replaceable Ones

In linguistic analyses of literature, the term mental space is used to describe a construction of how a character conceptualizes the world; the base space is the physical world the characters live in, as well as the knowledge they all share of it. A built space depicts a situation that holds true for those involved in the situation, but may or may not be true in the base space.

One of the most characteristic features of Ryuukishi07’s writing is his complicated constructions of mental spaces and base space. In Umineko, for instance, Beatrice presents solutions to the murders through a magical narrative, constructing a built space where those involved in her narrative experience a magical situation. She uses these built spaces to support her position that magic was used to commit the Rokkenjima murders, which is based upon her construction of reality, otherwise called a mental space. If Beatrice convinces Battler of her position, her mental space will manifest on to the base space of Rokkenjima, thereby making her magical solution the “truth” of the events on Rokkenjima.

In Ciconia, Ryuukishi07’s setting dislocates the usual construction of mental spaces by moving them into a virtual space where characters can manifest environments and conceptualizations into a built space where others can acknowledge them, without having to construct these objects into the base space. In the virtual built space, the characters can do things such as construct a virtual public bath where they can chat and interact with the virtual environment.

Built spaces are also constructed within Ciconia’s characters as well. The most prominent example is the protagonist, Miyao, whose mental space seems to be compromised by the addition of a second Miyao, who describes themselves as “a program inside of Miyao.” By acting as a program inside of a person’s mind, this “program inside of Miyao” blends the virtual space with the mental space. The program is even accompanied by lines of code in the background, impressing the idea that the program is ripping apart the virtual space to speak with Miyao. However, only Miyao speaks with this program, and they seem to exist only in Miyao’s mental space (though it is possible they are a program in Miyao’s Selcom: more on that in another post). The conversations between Miyao and the program exist in a built space that only these two characters acknowledge, which is very similar to how the other characters treat virtual space.

The Selcom itself blends the line between the virtual and the physical. The Selcom is surgically placed inside the brains of the characters. By the start of the narrative proper, their mental abilities have changed to effectively use the Selcom, lending in part to their high levels of parallel processing power (P3). But the characters are not perfect: sometimes, they accidentally say something in the physical space when they meant to speak only in the virtual space. Here, the lines between the mental spaces of the characters, the virtual space of the Selcom, and the physical space blend together into something that cannot be parsed apart, leading to this occasional character mistake.

Through his constructions of the virtual space and the characters’ mental spaces, Ryuukishi07 may be pointing out that the physical world is also a built space, where truth is constructed based on who is involved in the situation. Ciconia questions the boundaries between virtual space, mental space, and base space. Where do these spaces blend? How do they affect each other? How do they distort, reflect, and translate into each other? And which spaces can be trusted to be truthful?

However, just as Beatrice presents herself as a witch in the Meta World to hide her true identity, characters in Ciconia also use the built virtual space to hide the truth of the base space. The blending of the virtual space, mental space, and base space (as well of the resulting confusion) may be key to understanding Ciconia When They Cry.

This post is really an explanation of where I’m at with my thought processes before I start delving into Ciconia theories proper. Next time, I’ll be discussing how Ryuukishi07’s purposeful lack of clarification on which scenes take place in the virtual world and the physical world are being mobilized to build suspense in the story. I’ll also be presenting some theories on which characters may exist only as avatars, and which characters actually exist in the physical space of the story.

Until next time,

Gen

#ciconia #ciconia no naku koro ni #ciconia when they cry #ciconia spoilers #ciconia theories #gens theories #god this shit is pretentious #but this is how i analyze things and i wanna be on the ground floor of ciconia theorycrafting #so here we are #hope the 3 active fans of ciconia enjoy this post

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returnsandreturns · 2 years ago

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college era Mattfoggy drunkenly playing spin the bottle even though its just the two of them

when i asked for very easy obvious prompts, this was, like, riiiight on the money (even though i just kind of wrote something adjacent to it lol)

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“Is this okay?” Foggy asks, voice lilting like it’s a joke but a careful one, like his fingers brushing Matt’s cheek will be funny as long as they don’t let it be anything more. He’s probably over-analyzing it, though. It’s just a game.

“Why not,” Matt says, smiling, stomach doing this swooping thing that might be from the whiskey but he can admit to himself is probably from Foggy’s fingers sliding into his hair to hold him where he wants him as they both move closer on their knees. He’s leaning over Matt and everything has gotten hushed after a spat of cheering and laughter.

Matt’s holding his breath when Foggy finally kisses him.

Even with an audience, it’s exactly how Matt’s been imagining it when he can’t stop himself—sweet and lingering like a question mark, the hint of what would happen if Matt just took him home and used his mouth on Foggy’s skin to tell him everything he’s ever wanted. Because it’s all him, every part of him.

Foggy’s laugh is warm on Matt’s mouth before he pulls back.

“Okay, scale of one to ten,” he says, moving back to where he was sitting.

“Uhm, eleven,” Matt says, pretending it’s a joke.

It helps that everybody laughs.

Matt slips outside to get some air, so deeply engrossed in remembering every detail of the kiss that he doesn’t even hear Foggy coming up to him until there’s a warm hand resting on his arm.

“Hey, I stole a couple of beers,” Foggy says, leaning in close. “Want to get out of here?”

“Yeah,” Matt says, automatically, smiling. “Sounds good.”

A few minutes into their walk back, Foggy asks, heart noticeably faster, “Can I ask you a question, buddy?”

“Of course,” Matt says, fingers clenching nervously on Foggy’s arm.

“I don’t wanna make it weird,” Foggy says, sighing, “but—am I a good kisser? It feels lame to ask girls and I’ve always wondered.”

“I said it was an eleven,” Matt says, shrugging a little. “I wasn’t lying.”

“Right, of course,” Foggy says, laughing then stopping abruptly when Matt just raises his eyebrows, making them both stumble. Foggy grabs him gently to make sure he doesn’t fall and it feels meaningful that he doesn’t let go, that Matt could just tilt his head and close his eyes and let Foggy prove himself again. “Wait, wow, you’re not joking—and you’ve done your fair share of kissing, dude.”

“I’ve. . .kissed, yeah,” Matt says, grinning. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late, I’m blushing,” Foggy says, shaking Matt a little. “Tell me more about how I gave you the best kiss of your young life.”

“Hey, I didn’t say that,” Matt says.

“It’s okay,” Foggy says, happily. “We both know the truth.”

He pulls Matt into a quick, agonizingly friendly hug and chatters the whole way back while Matt thinks guiltily about the feeling of Foggy’s body against his.

“. . .are you spinning the bottle?” Matt asks, half-asleep, listening to the sound of it scraping the ground and sitting up straighter. Neither of them made it to a bed, a little dizzy and a little drunk, so they’ve been sitting on the floor a few feet apart. It felt like a safe distance from the longing in Matt’s hands but apparently it’s just big enough for a bottle.

“I’m practicing,” Foggy says.

“If you just want to kiss me, you can say so,” Matt says.

It’s the stupidest thing he’s ever done in his entire life—and he’s done some stupid things—but it happened and he ignores the urge to apologize and leave and possibly cry a little, sitting there expectantly. If Foggy wants to make it a joke, Matt’s gotten really good at that. He can keep pretending.

“. . .is it that easy?” Foggy asks, softly.

“God, I hope so,” Matt says.

The bottle rolls off under Foggy’s bed and Matt holds his breath again but just for a moment because Foggy’s kissing him—moving in close and framing Matt’s face in his hands, every bit of it careful and perfect.

When they part, Foggy’s quiet for a moment before he asks, “Hey, have you ever played Seven Minutes in Heaven?”

“Fuck off,” Matt says, laughing, pulling him close again.

#mattfoggy #my fic #daredevil #i really liked writing this one #more pining matt always

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frenchrebelfries · 3 years ago

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Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

“Y/n…”

Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

“I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

“Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

“you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.

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soulmate-game · 3 years ago

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Harley’s Plea for Help: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

“How long do you think it’s gonna take before she decides to sneak out?” Nightwing asked over his comms, lazily leaning against the balcony railing in front of him with his head resting on one hand.

“Dude, I started sneaking out almost twenty minutes ago,” a girl’s voice made Nightwing squeak and turn around, to reveal a teenage girl leaning against the door that led to the balcony he was on. “I didn’t want to draw attention to myself by doing unnecessarily showy gymnastics down from my hotel room’s balcony, no matter how much fun that would be, so I just snuck out one of the hotel’s back exits. Then I looked up to admire the moon and saw you here, staking out what is clearly my suite, and decided to come pay you a visit.”

“How long have you been there? And how did you even get behind me? I hope you didn’t break and enter, that’s an actual lived-in apartment behind us right now,” Nightwing asked, turning around to analyze the daughter of Harley Quinn for the first time in person.

She looked just like in her pictures, of course. Jet black hair like her father’s, except it seemed to have a bluish shine in the light. And her eyes were definitely Harley’s— thank goodness for that —vibrant blue and clearly analyzing him with the same amount of intensity as his did her. He had to bite back a chuckle. In a turn of complete irony, she really did look like a Wayne kid. Fit all of Bruce’s usual criteria to be adopted. But she was tiny, even smaller than Harley’s lithe form. He, Bruce, and Tim were of the hypothesis that the exposure both her parents had to Ace Chemical’s vats of acid likely had an effect on her DNA that stunted her growth. Perhaps there were other effects that they wouldn’t be able to figure out until they got to know her better, too, though it was clear that her skin was a likely one. It wasn’t unnaturally pale like her parent’s after their acid dips but it was paler than normal for sure, just a shade or two shy of being paper white.

And he could see, now, what Harley meant when she referred to Marinette as a powerhouse. It wasn’t very noticeable in pictures, but up close Dick could see the carefully honed muscle of an acrobat curling over her otherwise slim build. Combined with the knowledge that Marinette had been taught at least some serious self defense from a young age, he could see how such a tiny package could be a remarkable threat when necessary.

Marinette grimaced as the other Batfam, who were all nearby staking out her room from different angles, dropped onto the large balcony with them.

“Uh, well. I didn’t break and enter, I rather not get off to a criminal-ly start on my first night in Gotham, you know? But I realized that even though I was able to figure out the exact room you were staking me out from, I realized as soon as I got into the first floor of the building that I had no idea how to actually get to you. So I just climbed the stairs all the way to the roof and scaled my way down to this balcony, and pretended I’ve been here for a while when really I was barely able to hear you ask when I was gonna sneak out. I’m still out of breath, actually,” she put a hand on her chest and sure enough her breathing was still slightly fast. But not enough to be worrying or even all that noticeable. Yet another piece of evidence to show that she was a very active individual and had resistance built up to physical activity.

“Yup,” Robin groused grumpily, crossing his arms. “With all that rambling, you couldn’t be anyone else’s child but Quinzel’s.”

Marinette’s face immediately flushed pink all the way to her ears. “I’m sorry! I’ve been trying so hard to quit that habit, too!” She grumbled a bit to herself, putting her face in her hands. They all chuckled at the display. Red Hood ambled over, draping his arm over her shoulders (he nearly had to bend in half to do it, the height difference was that bad).

“As adorable as your freak out is, why’d you even come up here anyway? There’s no way you’d scale down a ten-story building just to say hello.”

She let out a heavy sigh at that, slowly peeling her face out of her hands. “Yeah, I recognized you guys right away. And honestly, as much as Momma Harley would be super proud of me for managing to give an entire group of vigilantes the slip, she’d also ground me for life if she found out that I saw you guys and still snuck away even though she probably swallowed her pride and asked you guys to babysit me, right? Self preservation. Contrary to popular belief, I do actually have some.”

“Wait,” Red Robin held up a hand, brows clearly furrowed under his cowl. “You expected her to ask for our help?”

“Well,” she made a so-so motion with her hand. “I didn’t think of it beforehand, but it all clicked once I saw Nightwing. I know how much my mom is worried about me, especially since you-know-who broke out a few days ago. She is more than worried enough to ask you guys for help. Even if she does complain about you guys, a lot actually, she also has made it clear that she trusts you guys with the stuff that actually matters.

“‘You know who’?” Batman repeated, arms crossed. If Marinette squinted, she thought there might have been a grin on his lips. “Is that how you always refer to him?”

“What else am I gonna call him?” she asked, face going deadpan. “Sperm donor? Source of a large amount of my self doubt and depreciation? The prime reason I haven’t been able to see my mom in person more often over the years? Oh, I know! How about I just always refer to him as ‘that bastard I wanna punch,’? That sounds good!” she rolled her eyes sarcastically. “Only one person in this world has the right to be considered my father in any capacity, and it sure as hell isn’t him. Genetics notwithstanding.”

Red Hood straight up guffawed at that, landing several rough pats on her back that made the girl stumble a bit. “Yep, I like this one! But as fun as it would be to see you give that jackass a mean left hook, it’s better if he never finds out who you are or knows that you’re here,” the vigilante’s voice got dark and serious very quickly. “He doesn’t forget people he finds interesting easily, and if he ever finds out about the connection you have to him, he’ll be a constant threat in your life.”

“I know,” Marinette agreed with a nod. “And if this conversation was happening two years ago, I’d say that my mom’s concerns aren’t unfounded. That I am too easily emotionally compromised and despite my deep seated issues and hatred for that man, I couldn’t guarantee he would be unable to get to me.”

Batman straightened up, as did all of his sons around him. None of them had missed the ‘if’ there. Batman’s voice went from charmingly deep to it’s usual gruff grumble. “What changed in two years?”

They all watched as Marinette gulped, taking a deep breath as she stalled for time, looking out at the view on the balcony before seeming to steel herself and return her gaze to Batman’s. When she did, it was suddenly full of iron will.

“I didn’t lie when I told Mom that I came to visit her— but that isn’t the whole truth, either. If I just wanted to visit her in Gotham, I would have waited until I was eighteen like we agreed. But I can’t wait, Paris can’t keep going on like this. I entered that contest because it was the fastest way to see you. I didn’t know if I would win, but… I had to take the chance. There was no way I’d be able to get to Gotham behind my mom’s back otherwise.”

“What are you talking about?” Robin hissed, stepping up to his father’s side. “Paris has been silent. If anything were happening, we would have heard about it by now.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Marinette corrected, never losing that ironclad look in her eyes. “Because a combination of magic and politics is keeping it quiet. No news about Paris’ situation is able to leave the city limits. Magic makes any non-native who leaves Paris think that everything they experienced was just a crazy dream. Natives won’t forget, but politics has all of us under very strict NDAs if we leave city boundaries, and all of our local news and social media is blocked from being accessed by anyone outside the city. But, I figured a little breaking of the rules wouldn’t exactly put a stain on my family’s reputation or anything, so,” she dug in her pocket and pulled out a thumb drive, holding it up for all of them to see. She swallowed again, but never stopped her eye contact with Batman. She held out the thumb drive.

“I came to Gotham to ask for your help. This sped things up, I didn’t expect to see you on my first night here, but two years in Hawkmoth’s Paris has really taught me how to roll with the punches. This,” she shook the thumb drive. “Holds videos of every fight since HawkMoth first showed up. It has all the information I’ve gathered over two years, tracks his movements and lists all his targets and— everything. But I’m not a detective, I’m a designer. I make clothes, I spar on the weekends, I am not good at getting evidence to prove that someone is a magic-abusing villain holding an entire city hostage.”

“We’re gonna need some details, Little Q,” Red Hood finally removes his arm from around her shoulders, instead crossing his arms and looking down at her sternly. “If your city has a villain holding it hostage, is anyone fighting him? And if you do have someone fighting him, why don’t you need our help, or why didn’t they call the Justice League? The JLE should be in Paris, right?”

Marinette snorted, face scrunching up in obvious distaste. “I’ll have to answer those a little out of order. First; the JLE was kicked out of Paris. They moved their headquarters to Italy about five years ago, I’m just surprised they apparently kept that secret from you,” she gestured to all of them, who indeed seemed very caught off guard by that tidbit. But Marinette just sighed and continued. “Though that’s a good thing, actually. We do have heroes, it started out as just a pair but it’s grown into a small team out of necessity. They didn’t call the Justice League because the last thing we need is any powered heroes coming in and making it worse— your league doesn’t have the best reputation for letting newer heroes take the lead even on their home turf, you know,” she pointed out, which made Batman shift a bit guiltily. He knew the JL was often a bit… heavy handed in their methods.

“What makes the situation so bad that you don’t want to bring experienced heroes into it?” Red Robin cut in, sounding as if the whole situation was a puzzle he was determined to sort out. Which, really, was exactly what Marinette had been counting on. She shot him a finger gun, grinning.

“That’s exactly the point! Hawkmoth uses a magical artifact, like I said— but this artifact can brainwash anybody who experiences even the slightest negative emotion. Sadness, anger, fear— anything negative. And it gives them powers, but puts them largely under his influence,” her expression twisted again, this time into a wry little grimace. “I guess you can say that my momma’s psychiatry background has secretly come in handy a lot over these past two years. And Hawkmoth is exactly why I try to tell Momma Harley to stop visiting me— I have worked my butt off to keep her from finding out about his attacks or getting Akumatized. Every time she shows up it gives me a heart attack!”

“Akumatized?”

Marinette waved a hand dismissively. “It’s the term used for when someone is turned into a super powered villain because of HawkMoth. The brainwashing— really it’s more similar to a straight up corruption. The person usually lacks their usual moral compass, and just seeks to soothe whatever set off their negative emotion in the first place. Usually, that means they seek a bloody revenge. And if someone who already has extensive training or extremely strong powers gets Akumatized, guess what?” She made jazz hands even though her face was deadpan. “Extra powers, or amplified ones, for the metas or superheroes who are Akumatized. And imagine what someone with, say, Batman’s level of experience could do if he had powers and no moral compass,” the silence that followed her words was deafening. She just nodded, knowing she had gotten her point across. “I’ve been working my butt off to stay positive, because if I’m Akumatized…” her shoulders fell, and she had to swallow a lump in her throat. “... I have no idea what I’d turn into, but if you take into consideration both my training and my family history… it’s really best if we never find out what kind of magic-powered supervillain I’d make.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Nightwing said after another long moment of silence for that to all sink in. He gestured at her with an open palm. “You’ve been dealing with a terrorist for two years who targets emotional vulnerability, you apparently have never been corrupted by this magic at least to present day, but your mother still worries about you being very emotionally fragile. And your heroes are not detectives, which is clearly what you need or you wouldn’t have asked us for our help.”

Marinette nodded. “I used to be very impressionable. At the start of all this, I was a huge people-pleaser. I got attached to new people in a matter of minutes. My mom always said I reminded her too much of herself— but two years of fighting off a guy trying to get into my head—“

“Wait,” Batman nearly barked, taking a step forward. “He’s been targeting you? You specifically?”

Marinette nodded grimly, mouth a straight line. “Not from the beginning, but this past year it’s been painfully obvious. He might be able to sense the strength of people’s emotions, and unfortunately I don’t exactly experience my emotions very… gently. All of my emotions tend to the much more intense side of the spectrum. If that’s true, then he might know that any negative emotion I feel will make an extremely strong Akuma. Either that, or he’s going by process of elimination. All of my friends, except for one, have been Akumatized already. So has my Papan and my grandmother. But it’s obvious when he’s targeting someone, I’ve felt him try to override my will on several occasions. But I can’t just repress all of my negative emotions forever, so consider us working against the clock right now. That thumb drive has all the details you need about our heroes, how exactly Hawkmoth’s powers work, and so on.”

“Do your heroes know you’re asking for our help?” Red Robin asked, gaze burning a figurative hole through Marinette’s face. “Better yet, if this drive has as much information as you say it does, how did you get it?”

Marinette handed the drive over to Batman, who finally took it and tucked it in his belt as she answered.

“Momma Harley might have a lot to say about your detective skills, but you are all still strangers to me. So consider this a test of your abilities— I expect that you will all go to extreme lengths to verify all of the information I gave you anyway. After all, I’m still the daughter of your most hated enemy. Right?” She met each of their gazes, one by one, with a challenging one of her own. “You’ll just have to figure out my connection to the heroes on your own. And how I got the information, too. It shouldn’t be too hard for the so-called world’s greatest detectives. And maybe this can double as a trust exercise. I fully expect you guys to scour through every inch of my past, and dig up everything you can on me. I encourage you to try to find everything you can, so that hopefully you can decide to trust me on your own once you have all the details laid out in front of you. By the way, for your own sanity? I’d start with reading about all of our heroes’ powers and abilities before you watch any footage of past attacks.”

Red hood rocked back on his heels, trading glances with the other vigilantes before they all shared a nod. Apparently having decided their course of action, Red Hood leaned down and hoisted Marinette up into a princess carry. All traces of her previous iron will melted away in favor of the high pitched squeal of surprise she gave, and once more she became an overly flustered teenager.

“Alright, little cutie. Let’s get you to your mom’s place before she and her crazy plant lady fiancé come hunting us down.”

“I can walk! I can freerun on my own! Mon dieu please let me down! Eeeeek!” She squealed again as Robin slapped a domino mask over her eyes and Red Hood wasted no time jumping over the balcony railing with her still in his arms. The fact that they were lowered down by a wire wrapped around Hood’s waist didn’t seem to take away any of the fright that came with a sudden drop over an eighth-story balcony.

Part 1

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typewriting101 · 4 years ago

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you’re safe here.

pairing: tony stark x reader

warning: anxiety, abuse, fluff <3

word count: 2.5k

genre: fanfic romance

⟶ summary: your past is filled with dark hidden trauma, and Tony is right there when it get to be too much

a/n: i just watched the first avengers and i swear something about tony in that– so i came up with this :) I’ve had some personal things going on, and related to this in some ways so i hope if you’re reading it helps you too. xx

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The soft, nighttime, breeze fell through the open doors leading to your little balcony. It moved your white curtains elegantly around your bedroom, as you tossed and turned in your silk covers. Any other night this would’ve been perfect.

Any other night.

Tonight your head was filled with thoughts, too many at that. You haven’t left your room all day, The Avengers had a mission. You were only Tony Stark’s assistant, so you never went on those. You helped him with Stark Industries, so much he had asked you to stay at the Tower with him and his team. You accepted and the others love you. You sort of were a family, you always wanted a happy family.

A happy family. Your heart started beating fast, and you tried to blink away the thought in your mind.

Your real family.

You sat up, sweating. The Avengers didn’t know about your past, and to be fair, you didn’t want to tell them. Everyone considered their family the one right here.

The Tower family.

The Avengers Family.

But what about your real one?

You threw your head back and smoothed away the hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You could feel it, the familiar inability to sit still, the circle of thoughts deep in motion, rapid heart rate, sweating, nausea.

Crap.

It was definitely an anxiety attack.

Your eyes began to fill up with tears. Why couldn’t you just control your thoughts like any other decent person? Why did you have to live the rest of your life like this?

The rest of your—?

You got out of bed. “The more I think, the worse I’ll be. Calm down y/n.” You said to yourself. You walked across your room in Thor’s old shirt, which despite being too small for him, fit you like a nightgown.

You opened the door and felt the coolness of the tower hit you. It grew hot in your room right under your nose. You shivered as it hit your bare legs and feet, and you closed the door behind you.

You walked to the kitchen and poured yourself some water, when you heard the echo of a clanking sound, followed by a cuss word.

“Tony.” You thought in your head with a slight smile. You felt the nausea creep up again and you slammed your cup, accidentally. It didn’t break thank god, but you didn’t want to wake anybody up.

“Whatchya doing, Rapunzel?” A voice asked behind you.

You spun around to see Tony, leaning against the wall of the open-spaced kitchen with a smirk.

“Rapunzel?” you questioned, knowing Tony has nicknames for everyone in this tower.

“Sure, you’ve got the most hair out of everyone here. Well, second to me of course.” He added, shoulders shrugging sarcastically.

You looked down and smiled slightly at the ground.

His smirk however, slowly worked his way off his face. “Why are you up? It’s witch hour you know. Better watch out, scary thing.” His voice dripped in a joking sarcasm, making you smile softly to yourself again. He waltzed over to the counter, confused, picking up your glass of water, holding it in his crossed hands over his chest.

“I just came for that.” You sighed, pointing at the cup he held. You felt him looking at you, as he set it down again, but you didn’t look at his eyes. “Why are you up?”

“Blueprints for a new sustainable energy program. Plus, I thought I’d repair some slight damage on my suit.” he said it like it was nothing, snapping his fingers while clasping his palms. He watched you nod, still getting no real personality from you. “Wanna see?” he asked.

You nodded, you’d take anything to get this weight off your chest. Your heart dropped at the thought, and your walk wavered. What was worse is Tony saw you.

“Woah there, you alright?” he asked concerned. You nodded at the ground and you felt his hand on your back, guiding you to the elevator without a word.

You hated when Tony was silent. It meant he was thinking way more than usual, or he was upset. You moved your eyes to him, he was dead staring at the elevator doors as you went down, his hand still on you.

You looked at the floor again and bit your bottom lip, he was definitely thinking, and that makes you nervous.

The doors opened. He led you with his hand over to his papers on his glass tech-table and his suit on display to the side. He stared at you as you looked his research and blueprints over. He watched as your skin got paler, and you tried to hide in your large shirt from the silence.

“It’s nice.” you whispered. You didn’t mean for it to come out like that, but you were too lost in your thoughts to even know what you were reading.

“Binary.”

“What?”

He sighed, sitting in the chair you were standing next to. “Everything is written in binary code right now, sweetheart. Bare minimum blueprint for the system. You don’t know Binary, it's computer language.” you could feel that gaze again, he was analyzing you.

“Oh.” you said softly, lost in thought. “Sorry.” You looked over your shoulder at the elevator, then turned your body to walk towards it.

You didn’t even take your first step and Tony’s hands were around your waist, slowly spinning you to his direction. “Hey now, don’t leave.” he whispered.

You looked at him for the first time. “Y/n, what’s going on up there in that cute little head of yours.” his one hand on the side of your head, thumb gracing your temple.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, knowing that he is a literal genius and would see through it.

He hummed a disapproving sound. “No, don’t do that. You’re paler than the moon and look more lost than a puppy, sweetheart.” your eyes slowly began to fill with tears, and Tony’s eyes widened.

You felt him tug at your waist and pull you close to him as he swooped you into his lap on his chair. Your legs hung off the side of his left one and your arms wrapped around his neck.

You couldn’t hold it in as you cried harder than you ever have in your entire life, you have never let your guard down. If you couldn’t trust your family, could you trust the world?

To be honest, Tony was terrified. He had never seen you shed a single tear, and he was desperate to know what shook you so badly.

“Honey–” he whispered, one hand on your back. The other went to your head, your soft hair surrounding it.

“I’m sorry.” you sobbed, almost inaudibly. He felt you lift your head out of his neck, and you were zoning out again, looking at god knows what behind him.

He rested his cheek on your damp one, his hand on the other side of your face. He kissed you at the soft skin he saw and could smell your delicate scent when he did. “Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything.”

You took a breath and slowly lifted your head, embarrassed. He moved your hair behind your ear, “Don’t think you’re going to leave without talking to me.”

He looked at you with such patience, as if he’d wait years to hear what you had to say. You took a deep breath and began slowly.

“I never knew how much I could be loved by people around me… until I met The Avengers.” you began slowly. You felt a tear grace your cheek, but Tony was quick to wipe it away.

“You've asked me about my family before, and I always shut it down, or laughed it off… because-“ you had to close your eyes and take a deep breath. Tony’s hands found your arms, his fingers feathering up and down along your skin.

“Because I’m scared of them.” you whispered.

You were sitting on Tony’s lap, so when you saw Tony tense, you could actually feel it. Every muscle in his body tightened, even his grip on you.

“What do you mean they scare you?” he asked, the octave of his voice lowering, dangerously.

“Tony I don’t think–“

“Tell me.” his grip tightened harder. It wasn’t painful at all, he’d never hurt you. It felt protective, you were feeling safe.

“They- they are-” your heart began to beat fast. Tony knew and grabbed your hand, and set it on his arc reactor so you could feel his heart, his other hand moving up your back to your neck, massaging it.

“It’s okay, I’m right here, y/n.” He whispered. He saw your breathing slow and he watched you talk as if you were the most extraordinary thing in the world.

“They were great growing up. Just, one day– one day a switch flipped. I’ll never forget it. I became their target, Tony.” Your voice cracked at his name, but you pulled yourself together.

Tony’s heart dropped when you said his name like that. It was almost a beg, or a desperate call for help. He was aching in pain and outrage as you spoke, his hands finding your waist and tightening them again.

“They would manipulate me. One minute they loved me, the next I’m the center of their games. They’d tell me how proud they were of me, and as soon as I let the pain go, they would start all over again. It would eat me alive, and the memories still do. They’d always end things with ‘I love you’ but they never did. They... they never will.”

You could feel the anger radiating off of Tony. You looked up and saw his face was even a little flushed and his jaw was tense. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were narrowed at the ground.

You both sat in silence. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Your eyes widened from his voice, it sounded guilty. “I could’ve done something.”

“Tony, you–“

“Y/n, you've only lived at the tower for months, not years. You’ve been dealing with this while you’ve known me?” his eyes staring deeply into yours, hoping to God you said no.

You only nodded.

“Oh my God. Y/n, that’s abuse. I- they’ve hurt you. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I–“ he ran his fingers in his hair, frustrated.

“Tony, I didn’t want anyone to know. I’ve told people in the past, but people don’t understand. Some thought I was dramatic and others told me I was ruining my own happiness and I was lucky to have a family.”

“Families don’t do that.” he snarled, thinking of someone purposely shattering your heart.

“Which is why I told you, after all this time. I could have told you that my anxiety was bad, because it triggers it. But I told you the truth. I trust you, Tony.”

You took a breath as his features softened, making your stomach flutter.

“I just- i just wanna keep you safe, sweetheart. That’s all I want. The thought of someone coming at you–“ his grip tightened again. He leaned his head against your body, his head hitting your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, as he locked his toned arms around you, squeezing you close to him.

You trust him. You could tell him.

“They tried to call me.” you whispered.

He sat up quickly, “What?”

“It’s why I couldn’t sleep. They are trying to get me to leave. They threatened me... with you.” you sighed, still playing with his hair.

“Come again?” he asked in fury, his hands subconsciously running up and down your back.

“They threatened to ruin your company. They’ve been trying to get me to leave. It started off with social media, liking all my things and trying to butter me up. Then messages saying hateful things about me, then they started calling and I never answered, their voicemails have been so brutal.”

You took a deep breath and expressed your fears, “Tony, I never gave them my number. I changed it when I left. I blocked them on social media, I don’t know how they are finding me. What if they end up here? What if they–“

Tony’s fingers traced over your cheekbones. “I’m not letting them anywhere near you. Technology’s my thing, sweetheart. I’ll get rid of them real quick.”

“But what if-”

He shushed you kindly. ”Nobody is going to hurt you ever again. You don’t have to think about it.”

He tugged at your waist again and pulled you into a tight hug. His hands ran through your hair as he felt your shaky breath. You were terrified, you wanted to love them. Every family practically loves each other, but you never got to be one of them. Tony’s stomachs turned, thinking how many nights you fell asleep alone and scared in your own home, how you felt heartbroken not being loved, how you even cried here and who knows how long that went on before he heard that loud bang in the kitchen you caused, and caught you.

He squeezed you tighter. “I promise y/n, you should be loved. You are loved. I’ll protect you from them, from anything. God, I promise you I’ll always be here. Will you let me love you?”

You felt his heart hammering against yours. You looked at him, his cheeks with a slight blush, nervous of your answer. A real but soft smile came across your elegant features, he smiled brightly as you played with his hair, and moved your hand to trace his nose, cheeks, and jawline. You let your hand rest there, and you leaned in to kiss him.

Tony Stark; Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, was practically swept off his feet by the softness of your kiss. It wasn’t steamy, it was overly passionate. It was pure, and just right. The cushioned lips of yours against his. The softness of your hands still tracing his jaw. He wouldn’t trade anything for this moment.

You let go, to his great disliking. But a smile lit up his features when you spoke, “Yes. I’d love that very much, Tony.”

He saw a glimpse of fear as you looked towards the elevator. “Do… you want me to go?” You asked, timidly.

“No.” Tony said, with zero hesitation. He turned the chair with the two of you in it, flipping through his papers so he doesn’t blush again. “I told you I’m protecting you. You’re in no state to go anywhere without me.”

You look at him, eyes full of shock and realization. He looked at you, surprised at your cute expression. “What, you really thought I was going to make you leave?” he sassed. “Not that I’m mad, but why the cute face?”

You opened your mouth, and for a moment nothing came out. He set his hand on your back, “Y/n?” he said in a confused but cautious tone.

“So this is what it feels like to not be afraid anymore.” you said, a quiet tone of amazement and gratefulness lacing in your sentence.

Tony grabbed your head and kissed you quickly, a little harder than last time, and then instantly pulled you into him tightly.

“I’ll never let you forget that feeling. You’re safe here, y/n. I’ll always keep you safe.”

You relaxed into his warm body, your head on his strong shoulder. The glow of the arc reactor in his chest, just visible through the darkness of your now closed eyes. You heard him moving his papers and the sound of his typing on his tech-table, his one hand never leaving you. You opened your eyes and saw a holagram in front of you and recognized the image. He connected to your phone and was reading the messages from your family. You felt him grip you again, and he somehow found a location tied to the phone number that messaged you. You saw him type some strange numbers, and a satellite image of a house appeared. You knew that was your relatives house, and you knew he’d track them all down within seconds. It calmed you, knowing you were safe, so you close your eyes again. You heard the clicking of him gripping a pen in between his teeth, and the soft whirring of his suit beside you, as he scribbled something down. Then, you heard an approving ding from his table.

The soft sounds lulled you to sleep, and you felt one last kiss on your forehead before you fell into a real sleep, for the first time in a long time. You knew something real about your life for the first time:

You’re safe here.

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jairights · 3 years ago

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❦ LAWLESS: THREE ❦

content warning: noncon, cursing, violence, manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, humiliation, overstimulation, explicit sexual contents, gangbang, mentions of killing, traumatic events, sensitive topics, drugs, self-harm, blood, detailed smut, dark content.

english is not my first language, expect typographical and grammatical error.

all chapters on masterlist.

minors dni.

Y/N

The lady and I sat on a table and a waiter gave us beer. "You have skateboard... are you good at riding it?" She asked.

I shrugged. "Kinda... what kind of work do you offer here?"

"Don't act like you don't know... you're a runaway for a while now. How did you survive?" She asked.

She's good at analyzing people, she knows already by the looks of me that I live in the streets for a while.

"I runaway three years ago, I steal things for a living..." I said.

She laughed and sip her beer. "Interesting... call me Ms. Solana... how old are you?"

"I'll turn 18 tomorrow." I answered.

She nods. "Younger is better... so are you interested in my offer?"

I sip my beer. "I am."

After we drink, she tour me inside the club. We first went to rooms by rooms and I saw girls drinking with men, inappropriately touching them. So this is what she mean... it's not that bad as I expected.

"How much do you pay here?" I asked Ms. Solana.

"Depends on your demand, but we have different levels of prostitution here. I would say this is level one... you will just drink with oldies and lowlifes. They will touch you but it's up to you if you want to sleep with them..."

I bob my head understanding what she said.

"I don't wanna be with lowlifes, I prefer to let a rich man use me." I looked at her. "Or maybe someone who can pay higher."

Suddenly, I saw the men who are chasing me earlier checking rooms. They are still looking for me.

"Ms. Solana, I need to hide." I told her.

She pulled me to the end of the hall and a door with a biometric lock appeared. She opened it using her thumb on the side of the door. We entered inside, it's another hall way.

"You'll see something that might surprised you. This will be really different by what you saw earlier." Ms. Solana said.

"Okay... I am also expecting that this is not just a normal prostitution club."

She smirked and bend down. "Move." She said.

I step backwards and she opened a trapdoor where we are standing earlier. So this place has an underground...

She went down and I followed her it's not dark but it's not so bright. Going down, I am hearing screams and moans of girls.

Ohh...

We reach the ground floor. Roaming my eyes, it is full of girls getting fucked mercilessly by men. Some of them is crying and a mess. Threesome, gangbang and some girls are tied up while getting railed.

I paused. I am expecting this but I am still quite surprise seeing this.

"Those girls... didn't saw the sunrise since I decided to put them here." Ms. Solana said. "That's why once you decided to work for me, don't do anything that will provoke me."

As if I am scared of something like this. I faced death on a daily basis from my father's hand.

"I am quite impressed, Ms. Solana." I told her and laughed in amusement.

"Those men... are part of BONTEN, a criminal organization. I let them use those girls and thousands of bucks will be transferred in my bank." She turned to me. "This girls, earn higher than the girls above." She said.

"Where will they use their money if they can't get out of here?" I asked her.

"Well, I send it to their families. Some of them have none so it's mine." She lit a cigarette and sip it. "I scammed some of them and let them in here to see this." She blows the smoke. "If they are already here, I locked them up." She looks at me emotionlessly.

I laughed. "What do you mean? You will lock me here?" She's hilarious. "Do you think I will run and beg you to let me out?"

Ms. Solana shake her head. "I don't think you fit to work here with that face."

I rolled my eyes. "No one ever told me I am ugly... go check your eyesight Miss."

She hold my chin, pinching my cheeks. "I mean, you are too pretty to keep you here. I can sell you to a higher rank... and earn more. What do you think?"

I only looked at her with a smug on my lips.

"These low rankers are no much with the higher ups. Wanna meet them?" She asked.

I smirked. "What do you think?"

We went back upstairs, back to the club. It seems like the men who are chasing me are gone. Finally, peace.

We're now climbing upstairs to the second floor of the club aside from that underground.

"They are the highest rank in BONTEN, even their boss is here. It will be nice if he like you so let's change you first." Ms. Solana said and pulled me inside a dressing room.

It is full of slutty dress, like what those girls drinking with men downstairs wear. She picked me a blue tight dress with a zipper at the end. I changed to it. Revealing my collar bones and chest. My cleavage is peeking through the thin cloth of the dress, hugging the curve of my body. Ms. Solana let me wear some accessories and heels. A little bit touch of make up and I am finally done.

She knocked to a VIP room and we heard a voice beckoning us to come inside.

"Excuse me." Ms. Solana said when she opened the door lightly. "I wanna show you a new item I just picked, tell me if you like her. I will let you use her for the night." She said.

What am I? An item?

I couldn't care less about how they look. They must be old farts with bloated stomach and a beard. Usually, gang members looked like that. What do I expect?

"Let her in." A voice of a man inside said.

Ms. Solana entered the room, gesturing me to follow her. I did and saw men drinking wrapping their hands having a woman each.

At the left couch, three men are sitting. Pink haired man with a scar on his lips, and two purple haired men. At the right couch, a long white haired with a tattoo on his scalp, a man with a unique scar covering his eye and at the end a man who seems old but still look good, also has a long scar in his eye.

Lastly, the man sitting on a solo couch in the middle with a girl sitting on his lap. He has short white hair, his eyes look so dark and blank. It seems like he's the boss of this gang.

I bowed a little after being impressed by what I saw. I didn't expect them to look fine, I thought they are bunch of horny fat oldies.

"Name?" The boss asked.

"Y/N... Y/N L/N." I answered.

The boss gestured me to come and the girl sitting on his lap went to the left couch. I sat on his lap and his hands hold my waist and thigh as I wrap an arm on his nape.

We look at each other's empty eyes. Both blank, can't feel any emotion. His eyes somehow resembles mine...

Suddenly a phone rings, the pink haired guy picked up his phone. "Oh... it's already 12am..." he turned off his phone. "I am sorry boss, it's my alarm. I thought I vibrated it." He said.

The boss only looked at him.

"Why would you set an alarm?" The mullet purple haired man asked.

"You know, it's time to take meds and fuck some slut." The pink haired man answered and bring out some pills.

Drugs, I guess.

He groaned in ecstasy after swallowing the drugs he put on his mouth. He smiled and lick his lips as he looks at the other girls. "Who wants to make me feel good tonight?"

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aimless-imagines-for-fun · 4 years ago

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Damian Wayne Dating HCs

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: How Damian gets into and acts in a relationship

Word Count :: 1,676

Warnings :: N/A

A/N :: The image I’m using I created with Artbreeder.

I didn’t call Damian “Robin” and referred to him as a vigilante because Dick stopped being Robin at 25, Jason 22, and Tim 18. The Damian I’m writing is 22. We don’t see much of Older!Damian, and when we do he’s either taken up the mantle of Batman or The Demon’s Head for The League Of Assassins

Getting into a relationship (all of this is in roughly a year) :

Neither you nor Damian know when you started dating, it just sort of happened

He met you at a bookstore you worked at, and you noticed he always came in buying older books about history, warfare, and strategies.

You found the warfare and strategies odd at first but chose not to question it

You asked him out first.

“Why do you always buy these books?” “I like history.” “Oh cool, I do too... Wanna hang out and talk about the First Battle of Tarain?”

You were joking, he said yes to get out of doing a thing with Tim

You each thought it was going to be a small amount of time spent together at some local cafe. You two ended up staying until closing talking about history.

This becomes a bi-weekly thing, you meet up at the cafe, talk until it closes, or go out and talk in a nearby park until sunset.

Damian’s family notices, but choose not to question what he’s doing because it’s seemingly making him less annoyed with people

Dick starts getting curious when he sees Damian smile just a tad bit looking at a text from you

You text him random facts all the time, but they’re weird. “Did you know squirrels are behind most power outages in the US?”

Eventually, you two stop talking about just history and start talking about other things that interest each of you and your personal lives.

You open up more than Damian

Damian pays close attention when he notices you’re talking about something you’re genuinely passionate about He pays attention to detail in general.

For your birthday he got you a leather swiss army medic bag from WWII. You cried tears of joy and jumped onto him for a big long hug.

That was the first time Damian’s heart skipped a beat. After seeing you overjoyed, he realized he likes seeing you happy. It gave him a warm feeling, but he doesn’t know yet he has feelings for you.

Yours and Damian’s first “official date” was to a fancy Wayne Ent. event. This time Damian asked you. He’s super stiff.

“Would you like to accompany me to the upcoming-” “Are you asking me out on a date??” “No, I’m asking you to accompany me-” “I’ll go.”

No one in his family knows your coming, except for Alfred because he was asked to pick you up and bring you to the manor the day of. Alfred is confused the entire car ride because you act super chill

When you show up, the other boys surround you. Dick realizes who you are instantly, Jason thinks you’re not human, Tim is afraid you’re like Damian.

Bruce is silent, and a bit thankful his son found a normal human

Damian picked out your outfit: A fancy dark Sacramento green dress with black heels, a pearl necklace, and pearl bracelets to match.

You panicked when you saw the jewelry and Damian instantly goes into “comfort mode” to reassure you it’s fine. The family is shook.

At the actual event, you feel SUPER AWKWARD. Your family had enough to get by in life, so you feel very out of place around all the rich people

Damian can tell you’re uncomfortable and so he tries to hold onto you at all times to help you feel comfortable

Ex: He holds your hand, puts a hand on your shoulder, stands directly next to you so your arms are touching.

You eventually feel comfortable, but, you’re both bored there, so you suggest hiding in the outside garden

Finally alone, you two start talking about the other batboys

“Does Dick always try to show off odd party tricks?” “Only when he sees a pretty lady.”

“Why was Jason just standing in the corner looking at everyone?” “He doesn’t like dressing up.”

“Come on, there’s no way Tim’s actually happy here.” “Did you see him on the dance floor?” He has awesome dance moves, he’s just very energetic.

You eventually start talking about something else.

You can hear the music from inside, so you two start slow dancing together.

He’s holding one of your hands and has a hand placed on the small of your back. You rest your head on his shoulder and have your free hand flat on his chest.

It’s in this instant you each realize you have feelings for one another.

You two swayed around slowly until the song eventually ended.

When you two pull away, you stare into his green eyes briefly before you place a hand on his cheek and pull him down for a kiss.

Once In A Relationship :

You and Damian are a good pair because he’s serious and you’re go-with-the-flow. If he starts over-analyzing something, you start relaxing him.

You two spend at least one day a week together, and you constantly text each other basic messages like “How was your day?”, “Are you okay?”, “Good morning/night”, “Have a nice day”

If you take over an hour to reply to Damian he gets anxious something bad happened to you.

He legitimately gets ready to start searching EVERY PART of Gotham until he gets a text “Sorry, I was taking a nap. Long day at work.”

When you two are together, you’re usually out or at your apartment. He only takes you to the manor if none of the other guys are there.

He took you once with everyone there. Never again.

Dick: “Oh my god! Look! He has a little girlfriend! How cute, Damian’s growing up.” “I’m 22.”

Tim: “You… You look so nice. Why? How is she so nice and you’re so… you.” “I’ll murder you and make it look like an accident.”

Jason: “How? Did you threaten her? Is he threatening you?” “Dames is super sweet.”

When you call Damian “Dames”, your nickname for him, they all lose their shit.

“DAMES?” “YOU HAVE A NICKNAME FOR HIM?” “DA-ME-SSS?” “DO YOU HAVE MORE?” “D-A-M-E-S?”

Your nicknames for Damian: Dame, Love, and Mr. Serious

Damian’s nicknames for you: Beloved, Love, and Sunflower

He briskly drags you away before you can say anything else, and you just go with it.

“??I thought we were going to talk more to your brothers??” “They’re not my brothers.” “Okay. I appreciate you.” “.....I appreciate you too.”

You two don’t say “I love you” very often. Instead, you say “I appreciate you”. You do say “I love you” in private/intimate moments, but in public/at random you say “I appreciate you”

Damian isn’t possessive, just protective. There’s a difference.

He’s never been in a serious relationship before and he’s never loved someone romantically like with you before, so he wants to make sure you’re safe and comfortable 24/7

The first time a random guy catcalled you while you were with Damian, he instantly defended your honor.

“What did you say?” He grabs the guy and easily raises him a foot off the ground. He forces the guy to apologize and lets him fall on the ground after.

Quickly, you reassured Damian he doesn’t need to go to such lengths to “defend your honor”. You tell him to ignore people like that guy because they’re nobodies.

After a few months, you start to pick up on the fact you two rarely spend time together after sunset.

You questioned him once about it and he quickly told you it’s because he helps his father with Wayne Ent. You never questioned him again.

You didn’t 100% believe his answer, but trust he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you

One time you called him crying at night. He was about to go on patrol, then dropped everything to go to your apartment and make sure you were okay.

Damian got a key to your apart about a year into the relationship.

There are times you go to sleep alone and wake up with him asleep, arms wrapped around you. He doesn’t do this often, only after a rough night on a patrol or a particularly dark mission.

Damian’s usually a realist, but when he sees you smile and laugh, he becomes an optimist for a split second

He isn’t big on PDA, so depending on his mood sometimes you hold hands when walking, other times you just lock your pinkies together.

When one of you notices the other is upset though, then you get touchy to calm the other down

Sometimes, when you two are alone at your apartment or the mansion, you don’t speak. You just rest and enjoy the silence while laying on top of one another.

If you lay on Damian, you’re literally on top of him snuggling into his chest. He holds one of your hands and rubs your back.

If Damian lays on you, you’re usually sitting and he places his head on your lap. You love playing and messing around with his hair.

When you found out Damian’s a vigilante, it was a massive accident

You called him while he was on patrol, whispering in a shaking voice that two men had broken into your apartment.

He booked it to your apartment and busted through the window, in costume.

After taking care of the guys and handing them over to the authority, he starts questioning you to make sure you’re okay. When you don’t answer he realizes he’s still in costume talking to you now.

You’re in shock because now a lot of things make sense.

You’re upset for about an hour(because Damian knows how to make you happy when you’re angry) and then you’re utterly fascinated by Damian’s other life

Damian tells you he doesn’t want you to know a lot because it could put you in danger and you’re the one part of his life that’s normal

You accept his wishes and continue with your relationship as normal.

There are only two things that changed:

One: Damian moves you to a more secure apartment and makes sure you have plenty of bats or batons you could use to protect yourself “just in case”

Two: Damian spends almost every night at your apartment after patrol now

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worminstuff · 4 years ago

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The Balcony of the Treehouse Pt.6

sleepy bois x reader au

no warnings:)

also merry christmas:)

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“Is that good or bad” Y/n asked Techno, her gaze soft.

“I'm not sure. He was really cool but..” Techno shrugged his shoulders.

It was currently the next day, and Y/n was accompanying Techno in the treehouse. They were currently discussing Techno’s new friend as of yesterday, Bo. Sam's older son.

Apparently Bo was sorta like Techno in some ways. They were both pretty shy at first but then found some common interest, and became rather comfortable pretty fast. Bo even let Techno ramble about Y/n for a bit and also said he would totally wanna meet her too.

“He's just not me.” Y/n grinned cockily and Techno pushed her shoulder.

“Right.” he rolled his eyes. “How was it with the other boys?”

“It was alright. Surprisingly very chill. I guess Tommy and Tubbo had really tired themselves out in the morning beforehand.” she shrugged. She was telling the truth, they slept for quite a while and were only awake for about an hour before everyone else got back.

“What about Will?” Techno wondered how she handled being around him while he was still..angsty.

Y/n shrugged again. She didn't really want to tell him about the kitchen and how they talked for the whole tiny Tommy and Tubbo napped. Or the cigarettes.

She couldn't stop thinking about how she was sitting on the counter and how he seemed so calm and sweet as if nothing happened.

She just had no idea, he was doing it on purpose. Will figures, if he can ignore his protective and jealous feelings, and maybe just try to get a connection with her. He may actually be able to get somewhere. Techno has the higher ground, he spends all his time with her and he has for years. Wilbur's only just started to in the past year and a half or so.

Wilbur doubts Techno actually has genuine feelings for Y/n. He has no way of genuinely knowing. It's just sort of a hunch. Or a hope maybe.

“He actually asked if i wanted to go to that bonfire thing with him..” her voice was almost a mumble. Just after she said she thought it would be fun, Wilbur explained the next evening they were going down to the beach to have a bonfire and hangout and chill. He said they do it often and it's always really fun.

Techno looked at her, slightly surprised. She wanted to hangout with Wilbur? No way.

“And you said..no..right?” his brows furrowed.

“Well..wait why would I say no?” she looked at him. Her brows furrowed also.

“Well obviously..I- he- what?” Techno shook his head.

“What do you mean what? Why would I have said no? It sounds fun.” she crossed her arms.

Techno stared at her for a moment. He slid a bit forward, so he was a bit closer. He leaned his elbows on his knees and rested his head on his hands. Y/n stared back questioningly.

“Odds.” he stated, staring right into her eyes.

“Techno!” Y/n pushed his leg a bit, and looked away, slightly mad. “What the hell?!”

Odds was something they created when they were young, similar to the game odds, it ends with saying a number between certain odds to help decide something.except that's usually for something like a dare. In this case, they used it in sort of flip of a coin situations, but only when one of them thought it was really really important. And the person that calls odds, gets to pick the odds, ex. 1 through 5 or 1 through 10 etc. they did this so they didn't argue about situations sorta like this.

“If you say the same number as me, 1 through 4, you stay. If not, you can go. odds on your side.” he had 0 emotion to his features.

“That's not fair!” she frowned.

“It is though. I called it.” he shrugged, almost smiling. Almost.

Y/n huffed. “Fine.”

Techno counted them down and on the count of three,

“Two.” they spoke at the same time.

“Fuck!” Y/n hit his knee as Techno grinned. Crisis averted. Or so he thought.

Techno grinned as she huffed and crossed her arms with a pout, shooting daggers with her eyes.

“Hey, it's not that bad! Now I can read you that book you got me.” Techno had a happy little grin on his face.

“Oh no, i'm definitely going.” Y/n said. His smile disappeared instantly.

“What? But- but odds?” his shoulders sank. Y/n alone with will in a car, and then alone with him and his friends, at a bonfire. There would be beer and shit everywhere! He just wanted her with him, safe away from Wilbur's scummy friends.

“I told Will I would! I can't go back on that. That's so rude.” she looked at him with puppy eyes.

Techno glared slightly, looked away, then looked back. She knew the eyes work, he acts all tough but he's too soft for it not to work.

“Okay. but i want you back here, when it's over. Not your house, not inside our house. Treehouse.” he pointed to the floor.

“And then normal sleepover?” Y/n smiled a little.

Techno's face softened as he saw her smile. He tried not to match her smile while shaking his head a little.

“Sure.”

^^^^^^^^^^

“Who's going this time?” Phil asked Wilbur.

It was around 5 or 5:30 and everyone was sat around the dining room table having dinner like they always do. Phil was currently discussing the bonfire with Wilbur, because he wanted to make a guesstimate in his head for how long Will would be gone using context clues. Because Will was never really home by the times he says he will.

“The usual group” Wilbur pointed his fork at his plate. “Oh! And Y/n”

Wilbur looked to her with a grin. Phil, for a lack of better words, looked as if one of his kids just had a pregnancy scare.

“Sorry, “ Phil shook his head slightly, “say that again?”

“Or don't.” Techno mumbled, Y/n jabbed him in the side with her elbow.

“I'm going along! I haven't done anything fun lately so Wilbur offered to let me tag along. It'll be fun.”Y/n shrugged.

Wilbur was beaming, Techno was silently livid, and Phil was looking in between the two very nervously.

The reason Techno was so genuinely angry was because Wilbur looked so smug when they sat down at the table. His grin was from ear to ear and he was excited to talk to Y/n about when she wanted to go and if she needed anything from her house, and the entire time Techno sat and felt his anger levels rise. His ears were hot, his shoulders tense and not a smile in sight.

He wanted to smack the smirk of his brother's face to be frank.

Techno knew what was going to happen. She was going to go with him, and have an amazing time. Great, right? Wrong. Clear to Techno, this was some evil master plan. Wilbur was going to give her more friends she would only go see with him. So when she wanted to spend time with these new people she had to also see him. And obviously at first she'll be all she so he gets to confront her and break her out of her shell. Techno knows how social Y/n can be, and she loves meeting new people! He hated to say it, but his brother was a genius.

Techno's fingers were starting to tremble.

What if she did like them? And wanted to see them more? What if they're cooler than him and what if they do drugs? Y/n wouldn't do drugs..would she?

His breath was slowly starting to catch up on him. He excused himself quickly and made his way off to the bathroom.

The crisp sound of the door creaking filled his ears as his back slid against it till he was on the floor.

His mind was running rampant.

How well does he really know Y/n? What could she possibly want with a bonfire when she has him and the treehouse? Is he not enough for her? Should he try to make more friends?

What was wrong with him?

He clutched his leg as he silently shook and took tiny shallow breaths.

Soon enough, just as he was starting to be able to allow more air into his lungs there was a soft knock on the door.

“Techno?..” Phil's voice was soft on the other side of the door.

Techno sniffled as he stood, he brushed himself off, and took a deep breath pushing all emotion from his features. He reached over and flushed the toilet a few feet in front of him, then he ran the sink for a moment before opening the door with one hand wiping on his leg.

“Hm?” he raised his brows.

Phil stared at him, analyzing his face fully. He looked fine, sort of. He looks normal to anyone who isn't his father per say. Phil could see behind his cold eyes he had been crying. No matter how much he pushed his emotions down, he couldn't push away the puffy eye bags or the glossy sheen, though they were actually very subtle.

A simple arm was raised and Techno immediately fell into him, deadweight in his arms. Phil held him tightly, silently. He pressed his cheek onto Techno's head, brushing down the unruly tangles in his hair.

There were no words spoken, they stood silently. Phil knew Techno wasn't going to tell him anything so he did not bear to try.

A little bit of time passed, and they broke apart to make their way back when Phil leaned over,

“Laugh with me like we said something funny. Trust me.”

Techno stared at him for a moment, and then giggled softly. Phil joined him and their laughs were terribly fake which caused more laughter and soon it became real laughter as they were walking into the dining room.

Y/n was staring at a babbling Tommy, while Wilbur was on his phone. Y/n immediately looked to Techno once he was in the room, a worried look on her eyes that disappeared as she saw his face. She was worried for nothing.

Phil patted Techno's back softly as they both picked up their plates to clean them, Tommy following suit with his father and older brother. Will and Y/n stood to do the same.

“Alright dad, think we're gonna head off.” Wilbur said, his grin authentic.

Phil nodded, “Right, don't forget to send me a ping when you get there and on your way home.” he pointed a winger between the pair, both nodded.

Techno stared aimlessly as he watched his girl walk out the door with his brother.

He hoped she was going to have fun.

As soon as both doors to the front seats of Will's car closed, Wilbur looked at her excitedly.

He turned the car on and pulled from the driveway, “Are we excited?”

“You can say that.” her smile was small.

“Don't be nervous, you're gonna love them and they're gonna love you. It's gonna be great.”

Y/n stared at him for a moment, he read her so easily. He looked so giddy. Was it because of her? She didn't want to get cocky but she'd never seen him this excited to see his friends before.

Wilbur's mind was running wild, he was alone with her for once, and then she got to hangout with his people. He even had a small surprise for her that he was even more excited for.

Y/n was progressively getting more and more nervous as they drove silently. She was starting to overthink. As she listened to her thoughts quietly, she failed to notice her leg start to bounce.

Will placed a gentle hand on her knee, “None of that. Nothing to be worried over. I wouldn't have asked you to come if i didn't know for a fact they'd like you.” his eyes broke away from the road momentarily. Y/n nodded. She trusted him.

Soon the smell of saltwater filled the car. Y/n took a quiet deep breath. Letting it fill her lungs. She slowly calmed herself, trying not to think of the hand on her knee, it would only fuel her nervous fire.

Y/n felt strange being here without Techno. It felt wrong. She rarely ever goes anywhere he isn't. He's practically glued to her 85% of the time.

Which was why when she was first meeting Wilbur's “crew”, she felt like a fish out of water.

Even with Wilbur's comforting hand holding hers, she felt stiff and awkward. They were all intimidating, the dudes were tall and confident and the girls were all gorgeous and sweet. Confident too.

She did notice, one of the boys seemed much more approachable. He stood at the back of the group while introductions were going around, she learned his name was Eret and he was one of Wilbur's newer friends but he was really cool.

Wilbur beamed at Y/n as he told her about his friends, his hand was still gentle and it made her smile.

Wilbur was happy she was getting a bit comfortable.

Once they felt everyone had been thoroughly introduced, they all started placing blankets on the sand around the large fire they'd made before Will and her had arrived.

Wilbur set down a blanket he brought and motioned for her to sit with him. When she sat down, he leaned over to speak into her ear, “See, nothing to worry about, yeah?”

He leaned away, showing her a grin. She smiled and shook her head at his silly little grin.

This was really fun.

She loved hearing these kids talk, there was even one girl like her whose parents were also never home. She liked her. The girl even offered that they go drive around some time! When she said that, Y/n of course nodded eagerly.

Wilbur, well he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He loved seeing her like this, it was like she was in her element. Meeting new people and making connections. It's a shame Techno has hogged her from people for so long. He resented him for that. To be fair, it's been like that since they've met. Wilbur saw her all the time, but only in brief interactions up until highschool.

She was so sweet, excited to talk to all of them even though he knew she was nervous, and Wilbur knew his friends loved her already. How could they not?

Wilbur was about to try to get her to talk to him for a little, seeing as how they'd been there for almost 45 minutes already and had barely spoken to him, but he was taped on the shoulder as a signal there was about to be a cigarette break out in the parking lot.

Wilbur stood, and leaned down to Y/n whispering to her where he was going. Just before he was about to go, he placed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Her eyes were wide.

“Look a bit..surprised there?” it was Eret, he sat down on the blanket next to Y/n just after seeing Will was about to go for a butt. He didn't want Y/n to sit all alone.

“I um..no yeah he just..its nothing.” Y/n laughed at her own lack of words, and Eret did too.

“I take it you two aren't official or anything?” his voice was low, and almost gravely but it was still so comforting.

Y/n knew he didn't mean it as if he were trying to make a move on her, he sounded genuinely curious.

“No it's..complicated. Very complicated.” Y/n stared at the fire.

“If I'm not prying, how so? You both seem..really..content together.” he looked from her to the fire.

“I..well his brother is my..best friend and he..”

“He..?” Eret leaned in a little.

“Well i don't know what he is to me really.” she looked at him, her face in question at her own realization.

“Well I know for a fact, he's infatuated with you.”

Y/ns eyes were wide again, “what?”

“Oh he's always going on about you.” Eret had a cheeky grin, almost like Will’s she thought, “He's been talking about you meeting all of us since he asked you yesterday. Not to mention he’s..” Eret stopped himself. He got carried away in his little ramble.

“He's what?” Y/n was confused why he stopped himself.

“No no, I really shouldn't have said anything.” he waved his hand as if he were brushing away his words.

Y/n groaned and threw her head back, “You can't do that!”

Eret laughed, “I'm sorry!”

“Tell me please.” she looked at him with pleading eyes.

Eret stared at her for a moment and sighed. “He's in love with you. But i don't know if you know that or not..so..” she did not. “I think I'm the only one hes told, but he was so...I don't know how to explain it. When he told me he sounded like he was pouring his heart out.” Eret’s eyes were on the fire.

He was in love with her?

Y/ns heart ached. No wonder he was so...hurt. It was her fault too.

As if on cue, (this boy was terribly good with timing) she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder as it slid around her shoulders. Will pulled her to his chest as he sat behind her. He smelled of smoke, but it was comforting. Before she thought about it, or what they were doing, she leaned back into him. The rest of the group took back their seats and conversion rose again.

Y/n an Wilbur sat listening quietly until she heard Will's voice in her ear.

“Chatting it up with Eret while I was gone?” his arm was still across her chest, his hand on her shoulder.

“I was, he's really nice.” she turned to look at him.

“Yeah?” he smiled at her in the dim light of the fire. She smiled back and nodded.

Wilbur stared at her a moment, “How about..we get out of here, and I show you another pretty place?” he was still smiling, but his eyes were nervous for a response.

“Sure. Sounds fun.” she gave him a reassuring smile.

Wilbur was quick to get up. Telling the group they were heading off, a little too excitedly.

Before Wilbur could pull her away, she quickly got all of the girls numbers and was even added to a group chat. She was beaming once they reached the car.

“And she even told me that i could go and hangout when they went to her house! Isn't that so sweet.” she looked at Will towards the end of her sentence to see he was already staring at her, his hand on the wheel in front of him.

His lip was in between his teeth, “Mhm. I knew you'd get along swimmingly with them.”

Y/n giggled.

“So where are we going?” she smiled to herself as Wilbur put his hand on her knee.

“Not saying, but, it's not far at all. We're practically there.” he was exaggerating, but the ride wasn't long at all.

Even though he wasn't, Wilbur felt as if he was driving slow. He felt like time was still, and he was glad. He wanted this to last as long as it could.

Y/n would have never expected what she saw, she was expecting a pretty clif with a view, or something like that.

He brought her to a flower field.

He parked the car on the side of the road towards the middle of the field.

Once they'd both stepped out, Wilbur went to her side.

“Up you go, turn around.” he motioned up at the top of his car. Y/n stared at him for a moment before turning around and letting him hoist her up so she could climb on top of the car. He climbed up after her and sat beside her.

For a little while, Y/n stared at the way the moonlight was casting a blue white onto the field and all the flowers. Wilbur stared at her. They sat this way for a little while but Y/n was the first to break the silence.

“A little birdy..told me something interesting.” she looked at him.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“Is it hard?” Y/n was staring at the moon, her hand was picking at the seam of her jeans.

“Is what hard?” Wilbur stared at her feet as they swung back and forth.

“..being in love with me.” she looked up at him, her eyes starry.

“Maybe. But it doesn't have to be.”

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