#ex president asshole

[msfangirlgonewild]

🐕The dogs and cats are smartest than he is. Trumputa is a weird sicko🐈

[head---ache]

A little update just because Chilean Lore is going fucking crazy right now. First we have the wildfires and now just a few days later the ex president (the one before the current one im not very good at explaining myself lol) fucking died in a helicopter accident who the fuck is writing this and why do they love drama so much/hj

[lady-mimis]

I WISH YOU WOULD - BATMAN

Summary: Where your relationship with Bruce didn't end up well but you still love him

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes that might be on the text

Notes: Hey guys! I'm back with an imagine of my favorite hero. I stopped to write for nnt, but I still have some imagines ready so I will post eventually. For me Bruce is such a dads girl. This took me a long time, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Violence and language

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"Mommy?" Your daughter called you. You were working on your laptop while your daughter was watching TV.

Tim and Damian asked for your help in some kind of security program they developed, so you were just reviewing and improving the system

"Yeah baby? what's wrong?" You stop typing and look at her.

She was hugging her giraffe plush. It was a gift from her dad. She is such a daddy's girl

"I was wondering..... if you could tell me about you and daddy?" She ask curiously with those big blue, bright eyes

The question took you by surprise. She is still a curious kid, of course, but you wonder why she wants to know it now

She was a copy of her father, except that she has some of your features. Its funny how you waited nine months for your baby to be born with her fathers features

"Hmm, what do you wanna know? Can i ask why the sudden interest?" You asked your baby daughter, then sat beside her on the couch, putting a cushion in your lap

"I want to know how you two met each other, I mean you two are not together anymore but you were one day, right?" She questioned you with an innocence that you felt your heart shake a little.

Thinking about how she feels with her parents not being together. You remember once she was saying something about all of her friends having parents who are married and live together. Of course, you tried to explain that your situation is not so simple, but she was just a kid and couldn't understand anything

"Yeah, darling well.... I met your father at work, he was my boss"

You revive everything in your head

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"Good morning, Lucius! I brought some coffee for us" You entered the laboratory, greeting your coworker and put your bag on your table

You worked for Wayne Enterprises and were responsible for the technology that Batman held since the company funded him and his equipment

You were working on a motorcycle for Batman since he asked for

This project was a direct order from your boss, Bruce Wayne. You had never meet him, he was always busy being a playboy

Lucius was the vice president of the company, so he had a lot of work to do. You impressed with how he would help you and find time to be a businessman

"I'm glad you're here, today we have a lot of work" He thanks you for the coffee

After hours in the laboratory, you get ready to leave

"Hey baby let's talk please, don't dare ignore me again!" An unknown number sent you a message, but you already knew who it was

"Answer bitch!" Again

"I need you baby! I can't live without you!"

Your ex boyfriend calls you, but you refuse the call

How did he find your new number? You were angry about him harassing you since you two broke up

"Stop calling me! we broke up. Stop it" Sighing deeply, you reply

"You're okay?" Lucius asks you curiously, raising his eyebrows

"I'm just tired, you know, Matthew has been kind of asshole and... " You fake a smile for him not worry about you

You stop your commentary after hearing the voice of the artificial intelligence of the laboratory announce someone

"Access confirmed. Welcome, Bruce Wayne" The AI greets him

"Bruce, what a pleasure! (Y/N) this is Bruce" Lucius introduce you to him. He is excited for Bruce to finally meet you

Well, you have to admit that he is not only handsome. Bruce Wayne is hot as hell

He looked at you, head to toe and licked his lips. He smiles to you with an arrogant smile and offers his hand for you to shake

What a skirt chaser!

"Enchanted to meet you" You shake his big, rough hands. He looks around, analyzing the lab

Bruce Wayne has an elegant posture. He was wearing a black, expensive suit, probably tailored just for him. This suit must have cost all of your salary

He walks through the lab with a confident posture, analyzing everything around him

"So you're the one who made the Batmobile upgrades" He states uninterested

Okay, you were not hoping for him to know that

"Yeah, it's me. I'm working on the motorcycle project too" You said proudly, pointing to the prototype that was in the center of the lab

Adjusting your white coat, you grab the sketches of the project in your pocket

"Well, I see you're doing good. Have you already made any tests?" He looks satisfied with the prototype

"Not yet, still working on the motor " You give him the sketches, then point at the motor sketch

"it looks excellent! I'm really impressed. Now I know why Lucius trusts so much in your work" He smiled charmingly, winking at you

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Is he really like this?

"Thank you.... I think" Looking at your watch, checking the hours

"I better go. It's starting to get dark" You grab your things and walk to the door

"Take care (Y/N)!" Lucius bids you farewell

"It was lovely to meet you (Y/N), I hope to see you again" Bruce gave a head nod

"Wait (Y/N)!" Bruce calls you, making you stop and stare him, raising an eyebrow at him

"What you think about a dinner?" Bruce asks with a cocky smile, and you find it charming, but no way you're going on a date with him. That could work with other women, but not with you

Bruce asked you out the first day he met you! HE WAS TRULY A WOMANIZER LIKE THE NEWS SAYS

You had recently broken up so you were not thinking about a relationship at that moment

"Thanks but no" You fake a sorrowful look and then smile, winking, teasing him

You leave to your house before gets too dark

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That night, you were watching TV on your couch. It was almost midnight

You heard a car stop by the front of your house and assumed that it was one of your neighbors

"Where are you? I'm here. Let's talk " he typed

Okay, you're starting to get scared

You walk towards the window, seeing his car in front of your house

"No! Leave!" You reply in panic

"Baby, open the door!" He knocks on the door, gently at first but then harder

"Leave me alone! I don't want to talk to you!" You say it loud enough for him to hear it

"Open the fucking door!" A strong knock. He was beating the door, and in a little time he would open it

You grabbed your phone and ran to your room, calling the police. You close the door of your room, hiding yourself in your closet

Tears were all over your face

"911, what's your emergency?" The policeman asked by phone

"My ex boyfriend.... is trying to enter my home and i ...... " A loud thud echos through the house. He entered in your home

"He's here, please help me!" You whisper, crying in despair

You passed your address to him

"We are sending the police, stay hidden until the police come, please stay in the line"

You could hear him on the underfloor, looking for you

"Baby, let's talk. You know how much i love you!" He always said this

"I can't live without you, you're so good for me, I will kill myself if you don't show up. IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT!!" He screamed with angry

He was coming closer, and you knew that the police would not make in time

"Let's just talk, babe, we can fix this. I CAN FIX THIS!" His voice echoed behind the door as he tried to get into the room

He was kicking the door, and you knew how the material would not resist

"We can comeback together, it's just show up and say yes!" He broke in

He was close, and you could see his shadow through the door of the closet

He has a knife with him

You knew he had found you. He was walking toward the closet

"I don't want to talk to you! LEAVE ME ALONE! I FUCKING HATE YOU, WHY YOU DOING THIS TO ME??" Screaming stunned

When he stops by the closet door, something caught him by surprise and he falls to the floor

A shadow figure was in top of him

The shadow figure knocks out your ex boyfriend

"It's safe now, you can get out of there" A male deep voice spoke, it sounded almost robotic, maybe it was some kind of voice modification

You got out of the closet, and you stared at your unconscious ex

That shadow figure was standing by the side of your ex's damaged body

Then you saw your hero, Batman.

"I..." You could not say a single phrase without sobbing

He stayed there till police siren sounds could be heard, then he just disappears

Batman had saved you that night, if wasn't for him, probably you would not be alive. You were grateful to Batman

You're remembered that night all too well, it was a complete nightmare

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The next day after the incident you were given the day off by Lucius.

You stayed at your sister place until you found a new place for you

You had to comeback to your work, everything was so stressful and worst Bruce keep showing up and continue flerting with you

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You were on the park lot alone, fetching your car keys, and you feel a presence behind you

You froze

Someone put a hand on your shoulder

"Hey, you alright?" Bruce Wayne ask in a worried tone

You felt so relieved to see it was just him

"Yes, i just got scared, you simply didn't make any walking sounds" You observe him, and take a deep breath

"Oh, i'm sorry about that.. what do you say about dinner as sorry?" Bruce offered, scratching his throat, making a slight frown, and put his hands on his pocket, trying to hide his nervous

That's new, he was always too confident and cocky. Now he just look like a normal guy

So you decide to be honest

"Look, Bruce i will be honest with you, I recently broke up. It's been hard times for me, i am not looking for a date at the moment" You look at him with soft eyes, denying his offer gently

That made Bruce nod in knowledge and look at the floor for a moment. He admired your honesty

"Well... that doesn't mean we can't be friends" Still not convinced he waits for your response

Friends? WITH BRUCE WAYNE? That was a good joke, but he seemed serious about it

With everything that has been happening, maybe you need to relax. You didn't have many friends. All of your friends live in other towns. So why not?

"Hmm.. fine we can dinner together as friends" You hesitantly accept looking at his ocean blue eyes. Somehow, his eyes pass you peace and truth

"Friends then" He smirked and offered his arm to you, guiding you to his car

It was a great night. Nice jokes and good food

That has become a tradition between you and Bruce since that day. You get to know Bruce better and overcome your prejudices about him

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You could say that you had a soft spot for Bruce

You even met his first kid.

It was a surprise when he told you about Dick. You had never thought about Bruce being a single dad.

You tried help him with his dads duties but he always declined your help. Even with his interventions, you continued to help him to raise Dick

You remember telling Bruce to go easier with Dick

And finally, he opened up with you, asking advice on how to improve to be a good dad for Dick

Dick was a nice kid but had a sad story. He always used to tell you how Bruce was hard on him and how he wanted some freedom

So sometimes you would take him to do things that a normal kid would do

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When you found out about Batmans identity, you freaked out

You were working on the maintenance of the security of the labs

Everything there was powerful and presented some danger. So the technology couldn't end up in the wrong hands

The access was only permitted if the people had registered fingerprint and eye identification

You noted that Bruce and Batman had the same fingerprint and eye identification.

He had saved you that night

When he entered the lab, you embrace him so tightly

All you could say was "thank you" sobbing

Bruce got very confused and worried about you

After a few moments he connected the pieces

He asked you to work only for him in his cave and his Batlab, as you called it

You accepted Bruces offer to work for him.

Most of the time, you would work with him or Alfred on the projects. Alfred always commented to you about how you and Bruce were a good duo

Alfred told you, you were the first person that Bruce let into his life. How was he different after you

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You had been friends with Bruce for almost two years

You were at the annual Wayne gala

Bruce had invited you personally and told you how much Jason insisted on your presence. Bruce had recently adopted Jason since Dick left for Jump City

Of course, you didn't approve the kids being his sidekicks. It was not ideal for them, but that was the form they found to let go of the fury and anger they felt inside. Bruce knew it better like no one

Jason was a tough kid, but all he wanted was Bruce's attention. Yet Bruce would be more hard on Jason than he has been with Dick

Jason had a hard life, and even being tough he was still a kid. All he needed was love and kindness. So you did what Bruce didn't. You helped him with everything, homework, patching him, you both played video game together

You taught him everything you knew, how to cook, how to hack, how to make analysis, how to program and more.

"(Y/N) You heard me?" Jason poked you but you couldn't take your eyes of Bruce

Bruce is the host of the party,and of course there will be people around him but you can't avoid to feel jealous at the surrounding women

Bruce was talking with a blonde beautiful woman for a long time

"Sorry jay, what were you saying?" You give him a soft look, messing with his hair

"Its about the new ship you are working, I liked the design its so badass" He said, excited about this project.

Jason was your little assistant in the Batlab

You nod, smiling and keep talking with him until Alfred interruption

"Sorry to interrupt you, Miss (Y/N), but I believe its time for Master Jason go to bed" Alfred explained and put a hand on Jasons shoulders

"Can (Y/N) put me to bed?" Jason asks in a low tone, looking at you with pleading eyes

How cute, your heart melt away with that. How can you say no to him?

Alfred looks to you, waiting your response

"Don't worry, Alfred, I don't care doing it" You shrug, guiding Jason to his room

You were both in his room. His room was all decorated with cream and red tones. The room has some posters of some old popular cartoons you both watch together, and some action figures on the shelf on the wall where the writing desk is. Some books you had gave him as gifts are on top of the desk

He was laying on bed, and you covered him with the red blankets

"Do you think you can sleep with that music?" You ask, fixing the blankets so he could be warm

"Yes, it's not that loud from here" Jason makes himself comfortable

"Thanks (Y/N), it makes me feel home" Jason smile to you, the mix of blue and green of his shining eyes makes he looks so innocent

He was looking at you like you were his whole world

"Good night Jay, I'll see you tomorrow after school in the Batcave" You kiss his forehead and turn off the lights

You lead to the door, ready to leave

"Good night, mom" Jason whispered sleepy

OH MY DID HE JUST CALLED YOU MOM? You stop, stunned in front of the door, felling a mix of emotions

When you got out, Bruce was standing there like a ghost

"Ohh! You scared me! Stop showing up out of nowhere" You raise your hand to your chest, breathing heavily

"You didn't need to do it" Bruce crossed his arms seriously, taking a look at Jason's asleep form

Bruce was in front of you, blocking your passage back to the party. His huge form was hovering you

"I wanted to do it, Bruce" You state, putting your hand on his chest to get him out of your way, but he does't move

So you raise an eyebrow to him. What was he doing? Trying to intimidate you or whatever?

"I thought you would pass the night talking with that blonde woman?" You comment. Maybe a little too rude

You perceive the frown on his lips and how his eyebrows grew closer

"As the host, I have to talk with the guests" He narrows his gaze to you. You hate when he does it

He unblocked the passage, still staring you

You turn back to the party, ignoring his stare

After that, you felt frustrated and resolved to drink to drown your sorrows

At the end of the night, you were a little drunk....okay, so much drunk that your voice was nasal and you were hiccuping

That time, Bruce was chatting with a beautiful brunette woman, and she put her hand on his chest. Okay, that's enough. The jealousy made your face turn red and warm.

You roll your eyes, ready to leave the party.

Bruce was so stupid, why do you care about the women around him? You are nothing to him, just a friend. You hated that feeling, you hate how Bruce makes you feel stupid

You were leaving, but an arm grabbed your hand, stopping you. In the movement to turn around, you stumbled on your feet.

The arms hold you by the waist so you don't fall

"I got you" Bruce is the one helping you. His arms are so big and warm

"What you're doing? leave me... hic.. Bruce" You tell him, trying to get out of his hold while he leads you to the manor

"I'm not gonna let you leave alone in this state. You're drunk (Y/N)" Bruce keeps his hold on you, until you are in his room

"It's your fault, when you were talking with those hotties, I was... hic...drinking by myself" You say with a joking tone and get out of his hold to sit at his bed

"Are you jealous (Y/N)?" Bruce asks, having fun with the situation

"NO! nrgh!" You sink your head into his pillow

"So do you care to share why you are so drunk? We both know you do not drink like that" He asked curiously, looking at you with those beautiful eyes

"Just to shut out... hic.. my emotions. Its was... hic...so loud" You said, snorting with your nasal voice

Bruce chuckles at your comment and leans himself on the wall

"You know you can tell me, right?" Bruce crossed his arms, but his voice sounded soft

"Right, I just disappointed...hic.. that you didn't have any time for me just because you were talking..hic... with your hotties. We are friends, right?" Whispering the last part.

Who were you trying to convince? You or him? You were already over heels for him

Bruce just raised an eyebrow for you, he knew you, and the fact that you just lied to him

"Tell me (Y/N) what really happened for you to get that drunk?" He came closer and stopped in front of you, analyzing you

He is curious, you are not the heavy drinker type. To be honest, he never saw you so drunk as tonight

It was dark in the room, just the moonlight light it. Bruce eyes shone intensely in the dark of the room, his eyes look like the ocean

"You happen, Bruce, I cant keep pretending that i don't feel nothing for you" Your voice is so low that you barely hear it

Nervousness ruins through your body. You start to roll your rings on your fingers.

"Pardon me?" Bruce says confused

He doubts that he heard what you said. He shifts his weight, trying to stay calm. Probably you are just too drunk and were babbling

So you decide to speak out loud

"Damn it! I was so jealous, you can have any woman in your arms anytime you want! I hate see you with another woman, and how I'm not the one in your arms. Your stupid blue ocean eyes that hypnotize me..." Bruce interrupts your sentence and kisses you with desire

"You're the one that I want. The one who has my heart. (Y/N), you don't have to worry about the others women" Bruce cups your face and rubs your cheeks, pecking your lips

He let go of you and stepped back smirking at your shock form

"Okay Bruce now you got me! You always found a ... hic.. way to shock me" You toss yourself in his bed, and your nasal giggles fill the lifeless room

"Well? what can i do? I have been waiting since the day we met for you to realize the great eligible bachelor that I am" His crooked smile makes you laugh hard

"Tsc, you're to cocky, hic.. that time you were the biggest womanizer of the whole country" You state, and hear his laugh echo in the room

Bruce chuckles at your state the bed, your cheeks are red from drinking, and your hair is a little messy, but he finds it cute. You are a sloppy, happy drunk.

How you love his laugh, his smile, and his beautiful eyes. You love everything about him. Okay, sometimes he's a pain in the ass, but still you love him

Then he walks to the door without making any sound

"I should let you rest" Bruce says, opening the door

"Can't you stay?" You watch him hesitantly stop in the front of the door

"Pleasee?..hic" You plead

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At first, your relationship was wonderful. Bruce was a caring boyfriend and a good partner

Then Jason died

You were completely broken

You loved him so much. The pain was unbearable

Bruce was dealing with his grief on his own. You knew how he blamed himself for Jason's death. He felt regret for being so hard on Jason

You hated how Bruce closed himself off from you

Everything has changed

Bruce was cold, quiet and reserved

Bruce was not the same person you used to know

The fights started

Time passed, and you two had to move on

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When you discovered about Damian's existence. You felt devastated, mostly because Bruce didn't plan to tell you

It was a shock for you when you found a boy who looked like Bruce in the living room

He was just seven years old. About the time you and Bruce started to date

The fights started all over

You were in the batcave. Where you help Bruce with the technology and projects he and you create

"What hell Bruce? Is that kid really your son?" Inhaling deep. You couldn't stop the shake of your hands

God, you were so nervous

You already knew the answer, but you need a explanation

Bruce just murmurs in response

"That's not even an answer, Bruce!" You state, tapping nervously your foots on the floor

"Do you have a son with another woman? I suppose you know who is his mother?" You wait for him to respond decently

You were standing by his side while he didn't even bother to glance you

"His mother is Thalia Alghul" Bruce shrugged it off, like that was nothing

Did he already know about the existence of this child?

"Bruce, look at me for a second! You cannot give a shit about this, but I do!" You shout, trembling

"Bruce! Did you already know about the existence of this kid?" Your voice wavers and the tears rush down your face

You felt betrayed

This time, Bruce slightly shivered and narrowed his eyes, analyzing you. Probably he was thinking you were out of control

Bruce was thinking of a response to calm you, but he couldn't find it, so he stayed in silence.

The silence was the worst answer he could give you. You know how right you were about your suspicious

"ANSWER ME, BRUCE! DID YOU EVEN PLAN TO TELL ME?" Pointing a finger at his chest, accusing him

Bruce gets defensive when you shout at him

"That's none of your business, (Y/N)" Bruce shouts back feeling attacked. Maybe it was, but he didn't think of that because he is too proud

"IT'S NOT MY BUSINESS, OKAY MR WAYNE, THEN IF THAT'S NOT MY BUSINESS, WE SHOULD NOT BE TOGETHER SINCE MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND HAS A CHILD WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AND NEVER PLANNED TO TELL ME ONE FUCKING THING ABOUT IT" You snap with anger. You shed tears like a crying baby

You felt terrible, weak, and disrespected.

The shouts echo through the cave

He was supposed to trust you, right?

There was a time you two were best friends and told each other everything, even the most silly thing in the world. You were a good duo, you were always partners

But the things changed

The love that was pacific became heavy and cold

What you and Bruce had become?

The sound of your cries attracted Tim's attention

"Hey mom! you're okay?" Tim asks gently, giving Bruce a disapproving look

"I.... just need to rest" You take a deep breath, accepting Tim help

You stare Bruce with watery eyes. You waited for him to say something

He stares at you with a blank expression

"Takes your mother to her room" That's the only thing Bruce says before turning back, walking to another part of the cavern

Bruce simply turned his back to you

It means nothing to him anymore. He didn't fight for you two

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The situation became more difficult because Damian disliked you

He thought his father should be with his mother, not someone like you. His words were sharp like a knife

To be honest, you thought the same thing. You aren't rich like Bruce, you two had different lifestyles. Two completely different world

In all of these years he never cared to propose to you. Did he ever think of having a future with you?

You started to question yourself after almost six years together

The day you finally decide to leave

You were sick, having nausea, dizziness and vomiting

Alfred realized that and advised you to go to the doctor

You took a few exams

In the same week, Damian got sick. He was in bed, shaking with fever. You were so worried about him

You checked up on Damian sometimes, even with his sharp comments about you or how he disliked you

He was just a kid who was created with a rigid education. He had a hard personality. You couldn't totally blame him

Alfred asked you to give Damian some soup for dinner. You agreed and went upstairs with the soup

"Hey Damian i brought some soup for you" You knock on his door before entering his room

"Tsc you can leave it here" He said with a tedious tone of voice

"Hmm do you need help to eat?" You ask, leaving the bowl on his expensive white nightstand

"No! Leave!" Damian says annoyed by your presence. Okay he didn't seem to be on a good day

Still, he doesn't have the strength to get out of the bed or eat alone

"But... Alfred helped you eat the meals, right? I could help you if you want" You tried one more time

"Don't you understand? I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP" Damian shouts aggressively, he tries to pick up the bowl but ends up toppling it

You look at him in shock

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you" You say in a low tone, holding back your tears

You leave Damian's room quickly and walk towards your room

You couldn't take it anymore. You are unhappy, sick and tired

You were in your room. The room you and Bruce shared together one day

You grabbed your bags and started to pick up your things

"What you're doing?" Bruce's voice surprised you. He was downstairs the last time you saw him

"I'm leaving, Bruce" You didn't hold back your tears. The tears rush freely in your face

Bruce felt his heartbeat skip when he heard what you said. You cannot be serious

"I don't understand..". Bruce comes closer to you, trying to understand why you were doing this

You stop to pick up your things to look at him

He is in shock, and even with his facade, you learn to see through it

"No! I know you don't, Bruce! You don't even realize whats happening around you" You snap angrily

"What? you cannot do that (Y/N)!" Bruce tries to change your mind, arguing with you, but you have already decide

"WHY NOT BRUCE? YOUR SON HATES ME! YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT US ANYMORE" You are so close to him but yet so far away. Giving a pleading look for him, you shake your head in deny

"Damian is just a kid..." Bruce answered back facing you.

You could swear that you saw a few of emotion on his eyes

"FUCK IT! WHAT ABOUT US BRUCE? DIDN'T YOU EVEN REALIZE THAT I AM SICK THE WHOLE WEEK? DID YOU EVER PLAN TO PROPOSE TO ME ONE DAY?" You screamed with agony, feeling your throat dry

He could see how you were hurt and unhappy

Bruce avoid to look into yours eyes. Not a single word left his mouth

"Your silence answered everything. I hoped you would be honest with me considering all of these years, tsc you are really a dick" You curse, turning back to pick up the rest of your things

You grabbed your bags, and turned around, ready to leave.

You give Bruce a final look, pleading to him to do something, say something or fight for you

You hoped he would say something or ask you to stay, but he didn't

If he had asked you to stay, you would

So you leave

Your words echo through to his head

Bruce's heart stops when he sees that you are really leaving, but he can't move

Maybe that was better for you. Maybe it was better for you to live without him always disappointing you

Bruce stays in silence, watching you leave

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You were completely heartbroken after the break up. You moved to your old apartment

Everything looked so empty, it was so strange to live there all alone.

You miss the kids, the noise of the manor, Alfred astute comments, and more... You miss Bruce

You and your sister went to the hospital to get your exam results

You remember all too well

In the doctor's office, sitting in a chair, waiting for the doctor to say the results of your exam

"Well, miss (Y/N), the results are not satisfying, but i have good news you might like" Isla gave you a sympathetic look and read some documents

"So I prefer the good news first, doc" You tried to sound optimist

You looked like crap, and you knew it. The last week had been so lonely. Tim and Alfred passed by your apartment to check on you, but it wasn't the same thing

"You are pregnant, congratulations (Y/N)!" She gave you the news

Your face goes blank

"(Y/N)? You alright?" Isla asked with worry in her eyes

"Yes... I think, I was not hoping for that, Isla" You explained, trying to calm yourself

She wrote something on her computer

"Right, but you have anemia, and this isnt good for you and the baby. It might bring you problems if you don't start to treat it. So you will have an obstetrician consult and I will accompany you with the anemia treatment, okay?" Isla smiles, handing the results to you

"You might consider to consulting a psychologist too, you don't look so well, it will make you good. Take care of your mind health" Her voice was kind, and you knew how she was right. You were a complete mess

"I will prescribe you some medicine" Isla catches the pen on her table and starts to fill out some papers

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When you got the results of the exams you couldn't believe it. You are Pregnant

"So? Whats got you so sick?" Your sister gives you a concerned look, as she come closer to you

"I.. cant believe it" You hand her the papers, still in shock

"OH MY! I going to be an aunt!" She is excited about the news

"That's not so bad, you just have to treat yourself" She tries to cheer you up

"Oh no. Why are you crying?" She embraced you while you cried. You were so hurt. It was so much for you

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You had been consulting the obstetriciann, and everything was okay with your baby. You discovered you preganant for 3 months

Your sister were sleeping in your place to help you with the pregnancy

Your sister went out to some cheap club with her friends

You wake up to drink some water. Your throat was dry

You heard some steps behind you, so you stay alert

"Who's here?" You turn around to see it was Batman

Bruce was standing right in front of you, after all of those weeks

You relaxed since you're not in danger

"You know you could enter from the door like a normal person" You comment, rolling your eyes

He observed the place and looked at you head to toe

His presence is annoying you. Still, you could tell that his presence made heart beat faster

"What do you want?" You ask, breathing deep

"What is that (Y/N)?" He took some papers off his utility belt and shook them in front of your face. It was your exams

"Are you stalking me? Who gives you the right to pry your nose into my life?" You took the papers out of his hands

"Its not of your business Mr Wayne!" Your harsh look makes him shrugs

He was with his cowl, his blank eyes were observing you through the mask

"Not my business? It's my child!" He stated, with a frown on his lips

"I'm not going to repeat myself again. What are you doing here?" Walking closer to him, you could feel his scent. It felt stronger, maybe it was because of the pregnancy. How you miss him

Is he here to upset you more? To hurt your feelings again? You wish he could forget about you and leave you alone for a moment, since you two are not together anymore. But he always found a way to upset you

"The child... You cant have it!" He states in a deep, low tone

You could not believe him. His words were like a sharp knife in your heart

"What makes you think you can choose it? How cowardly are you, Bruce? hm?" You aggressively question him, pointing a finger at his chest, and staring him with fury in the eyes

"You cant have it! It's my child too!" He argues back, taking off his cowl. His blue eyes lost their shine. He looks tired, with dark circles around his eyes, his face is slightly skinnier

"WHY? YOU'RE JUST AFRAID CAUSE YOU CANNOT BE A GOOD FATHER TO ANY OF YOUR CHILDREN!" You know how to hurt him. Maybe it was too cruel to say it, but that was the truth

Bruce steps back with the comment, feeling hurt. You didn't like to hurt him but, he needs some sense

"Are you hearing yourself? Whats that Bruce? Why you doing this with me? don't you think you have made enough? Leave please! I don't want to see you anymore!" Pleading with watery eyes

His eyes wide, and the realization pass through his blue, tired eyes

What had he turn?

Indeed, He was afraid of not being a good father, but demanding those things from you was not right. He had no right to say those things to you

He broke you into pieces, and left you when you needed him

"I... sorry" Bruce whispered before leaving through the window

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The birth of your baby changed everything.

You were so surprised to see Bruce there to watch his daughters birth. At first, you were hesitant, but inside, you relieved

Bruce was watching your daughter sleep in your arms

"Look, I'm sorry for what i did to you. You didn't deserve that. I wasn't there when you needed me. Everything that I did upset you in a delicate moment" Bruce apologizes to you

His face full of regret makes you know that Bruce was being honest. He wasn't a man who expressed himself easily

"I want to be a good dad for her, let me help you. I want to be present in her life if you let me" Bruce held a sorrowful look

You had to make amends with him for your daughter sakes

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The kids and Alfred visited you in the maternity hospital

You were surprised that Damian was there to see you too

Dick, Tim, Jason, Your sister and Alfred are somewhere in the hospital, probably eating in the cafeteria

Bruce was taking a shower while you were arrested in that hospital bed, and Damian was staring at you with a doubtful look

"Hey kiddo, a penny for your thoughts?" You try a joke in a hesitant tone

"Tsc...What would I do with a penny? Anyway I have enough of money already" He says cockily

"Now you sound exactly like your dad" You giggle, having fun with his similarity with Bruce

He stayed quiet, still looking at you. This time, he was looking at you like a lost puppy

"You can say whats on your mind, dear" You look at him with soft eyes

He stared at you in shock. No one has ever called dear or been so soft with him like that

"Hm, I've been planning on how to apologize to you. I'm sorry its my fault that you left my dad" He apologizes in a low tone and avoids eye contact with you

"Hey dear, its not your fault. I didn't leave because of you" You sign for him to come closer

He hesitantly came closer, sitting at the end of the bed

"Any of the problems that i had with your dad weren't because of you. You're just a kid, any of this is your fault, Damian" You squeeze his hands

Damians face turns red, and he smiles slightly at you

"Since you're gone, my dad is so grumpy. No one can stand him anymore" Damian complained about his dad being a pain in the ass like you and Jason would say

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You really tried to move on, but the man didn't like the idea of dating a single mom

You swore to yourself that you would forget Bruce, but every time you were on a date you remember him.

What if everything was different? You wish it was

But life goes on

You left your work and opened your own workshop. You had your own laboratory and atelier to work on your engineering projects or whatever you would create

You moved to a bigger and safer house to live with your daughter

It has been like this for years

Now your baby is almost turning 6 years. She is your entire world. The biggest present you could ever have

You two were passing the time in the living room before her bedtime. You were working when she asked you about you and Bruce

You just told her how you two met

"Isn't daddys birthday coming?" She climbs into your lap

"Yeah, baby, it will be in three weeks" You caress her hair

"Daddy always looks at you like you are a diamond, mommy" She said, closing her eyes, enjoying the caress

"Hmm, baby lets take you bed"

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Talking about diamond

Bruce Wayne left the jewelry shop with a diamond engage ring. The Gotham prince has finally decided to settle down?, the news is on the screens

Maybe its for Selina? Maybe they had come back together?

"Hey (Y/N) you still there?" Barrys voice brought your attention back to the call

"Yeah, sorry about that... and no, your new suit is not read yet" You state, shaking your head, trying to forget the toughts about Bruce

"Hmm okay, isn't Bruce's birthday coming? Barry asked worried

"Why everyone keep asking me that? Yes, Barry his birthday is in three weeks" You say, annoyed by the question, grabbing your mug, starting to organize everything that is on your table

"Sorry, hahaha, I just didn't buy anything for him yet" He was having fun with your annoyance

"You don't need to worry about it, he's not a material man. He will like anything you give to him, you know" You organized the things, and fetched your car keys in your purse

"Sorry Barry, but i got to pick up my baby from school!" You say it in a rush tone

"Right, bye (Y/N)! Tell Gennie that Uncle Barry sent her a big bear hug"

You couldn't help but laugh

"You bet Barry!" You hung up

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"Mommy, can we eat ice creamy as dessert??"

You stopped on the mall to eat lunch and shopping with her

"Sure baby, let me just take another photo of you, you're so cute in this uniform" She was just the most adorable thing you have ever seen in her school uniform

She was in kindergarten, and Gotham Academy was a very secure and good school. Evangeline was even learning spanish and french

You pass in front of a decor shop. Once you had been there with Bruce

"I still cant believe you're serious" Bruce stares at you incredulous

"Why not? If i moving to live with you, lets just pretend that we are moving together and shopping new decor to our room" Smiling excitedly to him

"Alright! But nothing too colorful!" He surrenders

"NO WAY! I NOT LETTING YOU WITH THAT DREADFUL ROOM!" You say it loudly, and put one yellow duvet in the cart shop

Yellow was definitely your favorite color

"You need some color in your life, honey" You hold another duvet, but this time a yellow neon with purple leopard print

Bruce couldn't help but frown at that

You graciously laugh, catching his attention

"Whats so funny?" He asked crossing his arms with a grimace on his face

"You look so cute doing this face. Did you know you pout?" You pecked his lips

Bruce facades are gone with that. He holds you with his strong arms

"What? I do not pout!" You felt his breath in the back of your neck, he was laughing

"Mommy!!" Your baby girl shakes you, and you realize that you were standing there for a while

"Oh baby, i'm so sorry" You felt a little stupid to still think about Bruce even after all of this time

"I want ice creamy, and suddenly you stop in front of the decor shop. They don't sell ice creamy" She was pouting exactly like her father

"Tsc, You look exactly like your dad. I cant believe it." You say annoyed, shaking your head in deny

"What? My dad?" She had a curious look

"Lets get you your ice cream, baby!" You ignored and, she seemed to forget that you talked about her dad

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"Thank you!" You told the waiter

"Is it of your liking mini chef?" You ask, taking a sip of your milkshake

"Its yummy, mommy! but I think that if they put a handmade ice creamy, it would be more good"

"Why do you say that mini chef?" You lick your lips

"The industry ice creamy has so much sugar. Nothing its like Alfred's handmade ice creamy" She said, enjoying her ice creamy

"Well, with all the odds, you almost over with your milk shake" You state humored, laughing at her dirty milkshake cheeks

"Its still very yummy..." Shes was interrupted with screams

"What the fuck?" All you could do was protect your daughter from the danger

Some masquerade guys entered the place. They were high armed, and started shooting at everyone

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"Oh my! How terrified that girl must be. I know them. Her mother, she does some projects for me and the police force. You know, she is the mother of one of Bruce Waynes children, she created the other kids as well. I cant stop thinking that is one of the main reasons that the thieves got her and the kid" Gordon was the talking to someone on his cell phone when Batman showed up on the terrace of the building

What a terrible day. Bruce couldn't believe this was happening to him.

You and his baby were kidnapped, and he didn't find anything. He spent the whole day in front of the batcomputer searching for any trace of you.

All Bruce could feel was fury and fear. Fear to lose you two. Fear that he will never see you again. Fear that he could never say how sorry he is about messing up and how he was a dick with you. FEAR THAT HE COULD NEVER SAY AGAIN HOW HE STILL LOVE YOU

Bruce wishes he was a better man for you, he wishes things were different from the now on circumstances

Maybe its late for that. Maybe its too late to apologize

Bruce wished he never messed up with you. Maybe he wouldn't feel the regret filling his soul every moment since you gone

He wished you stayed, but it was so much for him to ask that of you

Maybe he was too proud. Maybe he already hoped that one moment you would leave him like everyone else did?

All he could do was watch you leave. It was for the best

At least you would not suffer anymore, and it would be safer for you. But God, that was the worst pain he felt in his life

What if he fought for you and him? He would give everything to come back in time. What if he asked you to stay? would you?

"Hey Batman, I assume that you already know the news?" Gordon hung up, looking at the man in the black suit. Batman seemed lost?

"Anyway, we need your help that Vick Vale don't stop calling looking for a scoop" He rolled his eyes, annoyed by the memory of the journalist

"The situation is that armed man entered in a fucking ice cream shop in the Gotham Mall and started shooting at innocent people and left with a single mother and a kid. We believe its a kidnap, and they are keeping they as hostage but they didn't call to her family asking for money though. In the worst case they might be... you know" He whispered the last part

"I wont let this happen! Not in my city!" Batman growls, making Gordon widen his eyes. He never saw Batman like this

"Any death?" Batman asked, holding his hands in fists, trying to calm himself

Gordon realized that Batmans body language indicated anger or better fury

"No, only injured people. Just five" Gordon said nervously

"Well, we talked to the people that were in the shop at that moment. They told us that they took the girl and the woman. The mother tried to fight, but there were many goons. One of them came behind her and hit her head to get her unconscious" Gordon told the statement of the people of the store

"Batman, I found one of them" Nightwing voice echos through the bug

"I'm on my way" Batman ansewered, and looks at Gordon giving him a nod, disappearing in the darkness of the night

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"I will only ask one time, Where are they?" He said it with threanteing tone

That mans face would be unrecognizable after that night

"I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T WORK FOR THEM. THEY JUST CAUGHT SOME OF US AND PAID TO DO THAT" He screamed, fearing for his life

A hard punch

"OUCHH! I SAID I DON'T KNOW NOTHING"

Batman punched that man until he spoke. Poor man

"Man, if you want some advice, you might start talking" Nightwing said from behind, watching the interrogatory batman style

"STOP! I WILL TELL YOU, OKAY? JUST STOP!" He screamed scared

Batman stopped waiting for him to say something useful

"THE GUYS SAID SOMETHING ABOUT JOKERS WANTED TO TAKE THEM AWAY FROM CITY, COUNTRYSIDE, OR OTHER CITY. SO THE BATMAN COULDN'T FIND THEM SO FAST. AS I KNOW HE HAS BEEN PLANNING THAT SINCE HE RAN AWAY FROM ARKHAM ASYLUM"

"WHERE IS HE?" Batman growls aggressive

"I DON'T KNOW"

"WHERE IS HE?" Batman punched him harder

"I SWEAR TO YOU I DON'T KNOW WHERE.... OHH STOP"

Batman felt the fury through his veins

"Batman stop! you gonna kill him!" Nightwing said, pushing him away from the beaten man

Batman stop and looks at his bloody gloves and the mans face.

"Hes still alive, call the cops"

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The mood at the manor was not one of the best. Everyone was worried about you and your daughter. The Batman was trying to find you, and all they had were the goon words

Its been a week since you two had been kidnap

Bruce was on batcomputer all night searching for some trace of you

"Bruce, you should have some rest. We can handle it" Dick said in a worried tone

"I'm okay, Dick" Bruce told him without a glance

Dick was about to say something, but the phone started to ring

Bruce got up quickly, picking up the call

"Hmmm, helloooo Brucieee!" The Joker voice

"Can you guess who it is ? hahahahah" He laugh maniacly

"Joker" Bruce murmured deeply, and sign to Dick start to track the call

"You right, Brucie, its me!"

Bruce wanted to yell at him for taking you and his daughter away from him, but he knew it was not appropriate

If he wanted to find you, he would have to stay on the line long enough to track where the call was coming

"Well, I have something that might be of your interest" He said humming

"What do you want, to give them back?" Bruce asked in an angry tone. He would do everything in his power to get you two back

"Just some money, you know the bank don't liberate loan for prisoners hum, hum what a prejudice, right?" He said it with irony

"How much? How much do you want?" Bruce asked, sinking his nails in his palm hand nervously

"If they are really important to you. You would not care if I asked you for 30 million dollars. I know you are a generous man" Joker said humored

"Right, you will have it. Let me talk to them, i need some proof that they are alive" Bruce required with authority

"Talk to your daddy, girl" Joker demanded

"Daddy? Is that you? I miss you. Uncle joker told me that you would come here soon, but its been a week" Evangeline's voice had an upset tone

Bruce felt relief for hearing the voice of his baby

"Yes baby, its daddy. Im coming for you soon. You just need to wait a little more" He told her in a soft tone, trying to comfort her

"Where is mommy? I miss her too" She asked in a crying voice

Bruce heart skipped a beat when he heard it. Were you not with her?

"That's enough. You heard your kid. She's very, very alive" He laughed at his own words

"What about my woman?" Bruce asked in a harsh tone

"Your woman? Well, Brucie, shes not one of your properties, we gentlemen don't talk about woman like this" The Joker scolded his words, not liking his tone

"And last time I checked, she was completely single. So no, shes not your woman, Brucie" Joker stated excitedly

"I must admit Brucie, you had a beautiful woman, her beauty really amazed me. If I had the chance, I would get her pregnant too. But what a shame, Brucie. How could you let go of a woman like that?" Joker let out a snort of disapproval

That fucker. Hearing Jokers words about you only made him angrier

"Fuck you, I want to talk with MY WOMAN" Bruce growled aggressively

"Bruce? Is it really you? Please tell me our daughter is safe...." The sound of your voice is one of fear, and then they shut you out

Dick gave him a thumbs up. He tracked where the call was coming

"We had enough idle talk. Send the bat with the money in 24 hours. Be in Gotham docks. I will be waiting for you. Don't be late Brucieee" The Joker hung up

"MOTHER FUCKER" Bruce yelled at the phone, throwing it on the floor

He would not let Joker kill someone he loved. Not again

"Master Bruce, don't let the emotions overwhelm your reason. Focus yourself in the search, the time is passing" Alfred adviced him

Alfred was right. He don't have much time. He has to find you

"Indeed, the call was coming from the docks" Dick said, marking the place on the map on the big screen that was showing some information about the investigation

"They have (Y/N) in another place. Shes is not with Evangeline. We have to find her quickly" Bruce told him in a serious tone

"Really Bruce? Did you realize that we spent the whole week searching for them and got nothing until Joker called? He planned everything so you couldn't find mom in time" Dick snapped with a frown

"We know they are far away from the city, It seems they are in the woods" Bruce told him with a narrow gaze

"What we gonna do?" Dick asked worried about you and his baby sister

One thought passed through Bruces mind

"Call Jason" Bruce demand

"Jason? Why do you think he will find it before us?" Dick has a big doubt in his face

"Tell him to look in the woods close to Gotham and Bludhaven. Even the borders" Bruce ignores his question

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"I'm not helping you. Im helping mom, old man" Jason stated through the bug

"Copy Jason. Just find your mom, please" Bruce pleaded him

"Don't worry, old man. I will bring her back to you. Just don't mess up again or I kill you" Jason told him before Tim shouted at him

"Jason, come take a look" Tim had found your purse. Your wallet was empty, and your mini mirror was broken

It means that they were on the right trail. They were close to Bludhaven Cemetery

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Batman, Robin and Nightwing were observing the place.

Joker goons were everywhere, and Joker was playing with his daughter

"Hmm kiddo, The time is passing, and your daddy still didn't show up to pick you up. Maybe he forgot about you" Joker pretended to be sad

"My daddy would never forget about me Uncle Joker. He's just late." Evangeline defends her father, pouting upset with his comment

Batman looks at Robin and Nightwing, signing to them to follow the plan

They knocked up the goons from the shadows

"Joker, Batman is here!" One of the goons told him

"I know, its part of the game. Hahahaha Hey, Evangeline, lets play hide and seek? " Joker asked and the girl agrees excitedly

"So, we both have to hide from the bat, and we win if he doesn't find us" Joker explains to the little girl

"And what if he find us?" She tilts her head, pouting in doubt

"We will make him a surprise" Joker told her excitedly, and grabbed the girl running from the shed

Nightwing and Robin were fighting with the goons

While Batman fight with other goons

"Go catch him, Batman. We can handle them" Nightwing shouts out

Batman runs in the same direction the Joker ran

"We found mom, B. They keep her trapped in Bludhaven Cemetery. They have just a few goons, but they are all high armed" Tim reported

"Don't die" Batman warns them in a harsh tone

"I'm the only one who got the permission to do that, old man" Jason jokes with irony

"This is not funny, Jason" Dick scolded him

"Actually it was" Damian chuckles, evilly

Batman silenced the bug

Batman was surrounded by sheds

Hearing the sounds of one of the sheds, he walked quietly towards it

An image projector was in the middle of the room

A video started to play

"Hey lady, How about you say goodbye to your family?" One tattooed man told you, holding your face

"Fuck you!" You spat at his face, trying to gel off his hold

"You bitch! I will teach you how to behave" He punched you hard in stomach

The record has a cut

You shows up beaten and all bloody on the screen

"Bruce, please save our daughter. Do not come after me. Take care of the kids and go easy on them. Do it for me... do it for us. Please be safe. I love you" You said goodbye for him

"No!" He cant stand the pain in his heart seeing you hurt like that

Batman got caught in a trap

a fishnet made of barbed wire trap him

"It seems like the bat is not that smart" Jokers voice echos through the loudspekears

"Lets take a look at your woman"

Your unconscious form appears on the screen. You were tied in a chair by ropes

"Hey batman! Are you seeing this beautiful woman here? She will explode in minutes, I hope you enjoy watching it" The tattooed goon said with a big grin on his face

A thud echoes in the background. Some gunshots

"What do you want Joker? Free her!" Batman growled at the clown

"What do I want, Bat? I want to play with you! You know, Ive been feeling lonely since you trapped me in Arkham Asylum again. I think it would be cool to gain some money and play a little with you! Isn't it funny?"

You were in the chapel of the Bludhaven Cemetery

"Shit! Red Hood and Red Robin are here, boss!" The tattooed goon shouts out to the camera

More shoots, and the door is cracked on the floor.

"What a terrific news!! It seems that the birds have come to join Mommy in her explosion!" Jokers laughed excitedly

The vigilantes appear on the screens, running towards you, unaware of the bomb or the camera

"Fuck! what they did to you, mom?" Jason whispered, cutting the ropes in your fists and ankles

"You know how Jason is my favorite Robin, don't you Bat?? He is going to die again because of you! Just because you sent him to search her! And poor Timmy! Hes just a teen that will blow up with his mother and brother HAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAH"

Jason held you tightly in his lap

"Everything will be okay mom"

Tim walked around the place they kept you arrested, and observed the chapel

"Jason are you hearing that?" Tim asked, looking in the direction of the beeps

"Until they found that I put a bomb there. Everything will blow up. BOOM!!!!" The joker laghed mischievous

"RUN" Jason shouts out

The bomb exploded

"NOOOOOO" Batman screamed

"AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

"The joke is on you BAT!!! HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH"

"TICK TACK TICK TACK. Time is passing, you don't want to lose Evangeline too, right? Tick tack tick tack"

Batman heard sound of steps in the shed

"OH forget Bat! You did find us or we found you, whatever. HAHAHAHAHA" Joker entered in shed with a gun against Evangelines forehead

"Did you know how upset I was with you when I discovered about your girls? You didn't even bother to introduce them to me" Joker pretend to be hurt

Evangeline cries, hurting Bruce in his soul. All he wanted to do was protect her, but he couldn't

"Please let her go! I will give you whatever you want!" Batman pleaded in defeat

"HMM, What a interesting offer but I will pass Bat" He denies, smiling creepy

"I just want you to watch my grand finale" Joker would shoot in Evangeline head

Joker was about to pull the trigger when a blade was thrown into his hands making him drop the gun, and a stick hit hard in his spine

Joker screamed louder, falling on the floor

Robin walks close to the clown and holds him by his purple blouse collar

"Don't mess with my ummi, my sister or my family ever again, or I will kill you with my own hands" Robin kicked hard his spine

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAH YOU'RE SO CUTE ROBIN HAHAAHAHAH" Joker laughed hard and louder with every beat

Robin was infuriated. Didn't he get hurt?

"That's enough Robin!" Batmans voice scolds him

Robin looked around, seeing Nightwing comforting his baby sister while Batman stood in the corner with crossed arms, watching Robin beat the Joker

With a final strike, Robin knocks the Joker out

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"When will mommy wake up?"

You open your eyes but shut them in pain. It felt like a truck had run over you

You moan in pain, trying to feel comfortable where you laid

You open your eyes slowly, trying to adjust with to the light

"Hey, she's waking up!" Jason warned everyone

Everyone shut up and come closer, looking at your dizzy form

"MOMMY!" Evangeline runs to you, hugging you tightly and you breathe deeply in pain

You felt relief to see everyone safe. You hold your daughter in your arms, making a grimace for your sons

"Go easy with her, Ginnie, shes bruised" Dick told her, chuckling at your grimace

The kids were all around you

Your daughter let go of you, leaving space for the other kids to talk with you

"I got really worried about you. I'm happy that you're awake mom" Dick smiles at you warmly, hugging you gently

You opened your mouth to answer, but your throat was dry. You only cough in answer.

Then Tim offers you a glass of water. You drank it

"Thank you Timmy. I was really thristy"

"Its good to see you mom" Tim hugs you quickly

"You scared me as hell, i love you mom" Jason whispered just for you to hear, and hugged you like you were going to disappear any moment

He hold you for a long time until Damian pushed him aside

"I missed you Ummi" Damian squeezed your hand lightly, and you pulled him into your arms

"Its good to see my boys and my girl safe" You smiled caring at them

Alfred walked up to where the kids were

"Its good to see you Miss (Y/N)" Alfred greets you, smiling fondly

You look around, seeing watchful eyes over you. Was he there all the time?

"How you're feeling?" Alfred asked you, checking the serum that was in your veins

"It sucks, it seems that I was hit by an car" You joke humored

Alfred nodded in knowledge

"My whole body is aching, I have a headache, and I'm very hungry" Your stomach is snoring

"I suspected that you were going to say that. I going to bring you something to eat" Alfred heads out of the cave with the kids following behind him

"It seems the anesthesia effects were gone." Bruce deep voice caught your attention

"Anesthesia?" Confused, you question him

Everyone had gone, giving you two some privacy

"You were shot. You lost a mount of blood. When the boys found you, you were unconscious. We had to take the bullet out. You almost had a hemorrhage" He explained

"How long I have been out?" You ask, staring down at your body

You were dressing just in a black top and a yellow Batman loose short

You had some bruises, and some parts of your skin were purple. Your ribs were bandaged. You had stitches on your right arm

Bruce was looking for something in the nursery cabinets

"One week and three days" He states, turning around, looking in the other cabinets

"Oh, your birthday is in two days" You murmur, staring at his back

You could see how his back tensed when you said it. He got quiet for a while, and focus himself on what he was doing

"Yes, Alfred is planning the gala for the weekend. I don't have time to do that" He scratched his throat, walking towards you

"Here take it" He hands you some analgesics and a glass of water

He sits beside you on the bed. You could tell that he was lacking sleep and his beard was to do. He had some scratches on his face

"You lack sleep, when was the last time you slept?" You ask worried about his well being

You raise your hands, fingering his scratches

"You don't need to worry about me, the only one who needs care is you" He says softly, holding your hand in his

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You stared at the mirror for a long time. The gala for Bruce's birthday was happening down in the salon

You were wearing a beautiful yellow gown that Bruce had gifted you on your last birthday. You never had the chance to use

You felt uncomfortable with your stitches showing up. Your body was bruised. You couldn't help but feel ugly, even all dressed up

So you decide to stay in the room where you were staying for the week

For a few minutes in the room, you got restless and walked to the library

You loved the manor library. It was a cozy place where you always loved to stay. The big window had a beautiful view of the gardens. You remember staying here with Bruce when you wanted some time alone. You loved the yellow candlelight and the beautiful decoration, it was so classic.

You sit next to the window, looking out at the garden, where some guests were chatting

"I imagined that you'd be here" Bruce entered the library without making a sound

"I don't get scared anymore. I'm used to it" You roll your eyes, annoyed that he doesn't make any walking sounds to enter the places, you raise your eyebrows at him in doubt

Bruce was wearing a beautiful tailored tux. His beautiful blue eyes contrast with the black tux but match his navy tie

"You didn't show up. I come to check up on you" He states, looking at the view of the big window

"I'm sorry for not being there. I don't feel good enough to be around people" You felt guilty for not showing up

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you need anything? What are you feeling? Bruce asks in a hurry, getting closer to you

You stand up, raising a hand for him to calm him

Then Bruce stops, looking at you head to toe, amazed by the view of your beauty. His jaw fell open, and he whispered something you could not hear and licked his lips, straightening his posture

"Wow, you're marvelous tonight" He notes the yellow dress he gave you

"Hm thanks" You doubt he was being truthful. You didn't feel marvelous

You stared at your hands.

"What? You don't believe me?" Bruce asks in shock, realizing your deny his compliment

"Yeah, how could you think that I'm marvelous tonight if I look like this?" You point to your bruised body, looking at your stitches in the right arm

"I don't see nothing but the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in front of me" Bruce states firmly, looking into your eyes

"How?" You whisper, denying

"I can show you if you don't believe me" Bruce steps forward

Bruce gently holds you by the waist and run his fingers through the bruises, kissing them softly. His touch makes you shiver

He looked right into your eyes, asking for permission to kiss you

You lean closer, kissing lightly his lips, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment

The kiss was passionate. How you miss his lips. How you miss the good years. How you miss him

He holds you tightly in his arms

You slowly separate and breathe deep. Widening your eyes in realization. What have you done?

You step back brutally

"Damn it! What we did? We shouldn't do this" You said rude, cursing yourself for letting that happen

You were walking in circles in anxiety

"What? If you regret about it..." You cut him off quickly with a sharp look

"How can you do this? You are engaged and then kiss me, messing with my feelings" The hurt in your voice makes him want to hold you in his arms

"Easy (Y/N). I'm not engaged with any woman" He claimed with a firm tone

"Wait? You're not engaged? But the news said you bought a engagement diamond ring, you didn't propose to Selina?" You tilt your head, doubting if he said the truth

You groaned in pain. You have put too much effort into walking around, the pain fills your ribs and you breathe deep

"Be careful. You cannot make an effort or the stitches in your ribs will open" He warned you, coming closer, guiding you to sit on the leather couch

You stay quiet, staring at the window. The silence was uncomfortable but you didn't want to say anything to him

He was the one who needed to say something

"Hmm... look. I did buy an engagement diamond ring but it is not for Selina. I bought it for someone I cherish and love dearly" He states gently, holding your hands, making you stop to stare at the window

You blink slowly and stay quiet, waiting for him to continue

"I know that I was a dick to you. How I mess the things up with you.... When you left, I felt the regret consume me every day for not fighting for us. I wanted to ask you to stay, but I couldn't. I couldn't be so selfish, I knew you would be happier and safer without me. You would be better off without me. Although I realized that I was nothing without you, just a poor and miserable man" He said in a deep, low tone. It was something so intimate for him to share about his feelings

You look into his eyes, seeing his regretful gaze. His husky deep voice hold honesty over his words

"I was so scared of losing you and not having the chance to apologize for my mistakes. I miss the good years, of our partnership, you were my best friend. I was afraid I could not tell you everything that I wanted. All I wanted to do was hold you in my arms and protect you"

You stay quiet, not finding the words to say something

"I know how I hurt you, and I understand if you don't accept it. But I feel like i had to do it before its too late for us. I still love you (Y/N)" Bruce eyes had a brightness that you had never seen before

Bruce got on his knees in front of you, taking a little velvet red box out of his tux pocket

You were taken back by his confession. Your heart races with his words

"(Y/N) Will you marry me?" The red velvet box had a beautiful diamond ring

You stare at him in shock, speechless. He was proposing to you. You couldn't believe that.

He stares at you, uncertain of your answer, but the big crooked smile you gave him makes him feel more confident

"Oh my! Yes!, I do marry you Bruce" He felt relief with that

Placing the ring on your finger, Bruce kisses your hand tenderly

"I was afraid you would say no" He admitted, getting up and pulling you up gently

"The thought didn't pass my mind, but now i considering it" You pretend to think about

Bruce face went blank with your joke, but then he relaxed seeing you laughing of him

"Don't joke about that. I want to get old with you" He fake a scolds making a frown

"Well you already are old so don't worry" You snap with a teasing grin on your face

"Wow, that hurted my feelings" He put his hand on his heart, faking a heart pain and pouting

You peck his pouting lips and hold your arms around his neck while he holds you by the waist

"I love you too, Bruce" You confess, burying your face in his neck

"I swear to be better for you" You feel his hands tracing circles on your back

"You just need to fight for us when the things get rough. Don't let me go ever again, and stay with me" You embrace him tightly

"I promise" He whisper

"I'll kick you in the ass if you don't keep your promise" He laughed, caressing your hair locks

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"DAMN Damian! You let Joker stuck in a wheelchair forever" You curse under your breath

Damian was ready for the scold but you only smiled at him, messing his hair

"Well done Dami, I'm so proud of you" You whispered so only he could hear and winked at him

"Dick gave me a little help hitting the stick on his spine" He smiled slightly, feeling proud about his achievement. Now that maniac would not be able to hurt anyone

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[sunlightmurdock]

Operation Apollo | 2.8 | Jake Seresin x Reader (18+)

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Synopsis: After a threat is made against her life, the President’s grown up daughter gets her security tripled. Ex-Navy and current Secret Service, Jake Seresin is devoted to being the best at everything he does. He isn’t going to let a bratty little girl cost him this job.

Warning: age gap, power imbalance, enemies to lovers, danger and angst, manipulation, sucky parents, grief and manipulation, lying, distressing themes throughout but especially towards the end of the chapter. Graphic violence, dangerous situations, revenge, wc: 3.5k

For as long as you can remember, you had known that your father was going to be president. It was always discussed as a given. It was the coup de grace; he had been working towards it much longer than you had even been alive.

Those fourteen hour work days, and sleepless nights. The hard decisions and the time away from his family. All along, Matthew had sworn that it would be worth it. It would, one day, be enough.

Then, the first set of polls came in after those primary debates the summer before his first election run and with it, intel that Matthew plunged a sixth of his savings in to. Politics and bribery go hand in hand across most of the world; this wasn’t even the first step off of the beaten path. 

The intel was clear as day; It wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough. All of that time, and work, and desperation that he poured into his career, it wasn’t going to be enough to win him the presidency. The guarantee was next to nil.

But there was still time.

He remembers one evening, in particular, sitting with his advisors in his home office, and just sobbing. Every birthday he had missed, every milestone — it was all going to be for nothing. 

“Look, Matt,” Arnie had said, stubbing his thin rolled cigarette out into a crystal ashtray and sitting back in the leather arm chair, sinking into it like the lazy waste of space that he was. He was a good friend of the family back then. “There’s still time. We’ve got options, buddy. Plenty of ‘em.” 

Matthew had rolled his neck back slowly — he still remembers the stress-induced stiffness those days had caused him —  and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, Arnie? — And what options are those?” It was a biting remark, untrusting and downright hateful by that point. Arnie had promised many things already, and rarely had delivered. On the times that Matthew thinks back to his twenty year friendship with Arnold Paulson, he finds himself glad that that asshole now resides six feet under.

The older guy had just shrugged, letting that snide little smile creep across his face. “I know a guy. I think he might be able to, uh… help you out. For a fee, if you get where I’m coming from.”

Ellis Armstrong. After three days, and more phone calls than you care to remember, you have a name. He’s a business-man, and a rather successful one at that. Works in corporate development — he’s not hidden from the public eye like you would expect a guy like this to be.

No, he’s got thirteen offices spanning three continents and a portfolio that would put the Forbes list to shame. Once upon a time, he had been a friend of the family. It’s easy to piece together the headshot of him sitting at the wide, mahogany desk in his new office and the fuzzy memories of the tall man in your father’s office late at night.

You remember him distinctly. The sound your bare feet had made, tiptoeing down that long, curving staircase in the old house. Far past your bedtime, your princess nightgown grazing your ankles. The halls dark, illuminated by lights pouring out from under doors. The house was never really empty back then. Pushing open the heavy pocket doors that separated your father’s office from the parlour. 

The gaunt, tall blond man sitting in the armchair. His sunken eyes that had seemed so dark in the dimly lit room. His thin lips and hollow cheeks. The long, straight nose and the deep lines between his brows. Skeletal and still, he had looked like a monster. Something that belongs in the dark, lurking in wait. 

“What are you doing up, princess?” Matthew had scooped you off of your feet and suddenly you were looking at him instead, in all of the warmth and glory and familiarity of a man adored by his little girl. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” You remember, but it’s hazy now. You don’t remember the softer, higher pitch of your voice or really what had made the man in the chair quite so scary looking, or what had driven you out of the safety of your bed that night. 

There’s a fondness to his smile in those hazy memories, a softness to his touch that feels so far away now. The stars and unicorns on your bedsheets, and the stuffie he had tucked under your chin. The safety of your childhood bedroom, with the warm pink glow of your nightlight and the embrace of your stuffed animal. How far away the fear of that man in the chair had felt once your father had kissed the top of your head and closed your door.

It doesn’t just feel far away, it is far away — everything about it. Your parents no longer own that house, you’ve long outgrown that bed and that stuffed animal ended up in the donate pile after one of your big moves. You’re no longer hiding from the scary man sitting in the armchair; you’re looking for him.

“I don’t understand,” You do, but showing your cards has never been part of your strategy. The woman opposite you forces her creasing mouth into a deeper frown as she pulls her coffee cup protectively closer. “Tell me, exactly, what you remember about your time working for my father.”

If Allen knew where you were, he would skin you alive. If Manny knew, he would be right here with you. If Jake knew, you wouldn’t be here at all. He would have locked you in a hallway closet before he let you set something like this up. 

The woman sitting opposite you is a timid little redhead with big brown eyes and a disposition that brings new clarity to the term ‘afraid of her own shadow’. She’s jumpy, and looking over her shoulder constantly. You, are considerably cooler for a person more alone than they have been in more than a decade.

Her name is Ida — she was your father’s personal assistant the year before his first election, and it cost you to even get her to this cafe in Pasadena. You remember the long skirts and the narrow glasses, but you don’t remember Ida being quite so… afraid.

“He wasn’t— he isn’t a bad man, darling. That’s what you have to understand, it’s just that—“

“Ida, slow down.” You bite, growing tired of this. You don’t have long before someone notices that you’re gone, if they haven’t already. The sky outside is grey, and sullen, the cafe is almost empty for now but the lunch rush is approaching. “This isn’t about whether he’s a good guy or not. Tell me where Ellis Armstrong comes into this.”

Sitting opposite you, the mouse-like woman’s eyes turn wide like saucers as she shrinks down further into her seat, wringing her hands into the checked fabric of her skirt.

“He wasn’t going to win the election by himself. There was intel out there that… painted him in a bad light.”

“Details, Ida.” You click the pen and stare across at her impatiently. She swallows softly and checks around her again.

“Your father had an affair. It was all going to come out — it would have tanked any kind of campaign he could have put together, and you remember what times were like then… the kind of money it would have taken to make that go away…” The coffee mug in front of her scalds her trembling hands as she finally lifts her chin enough for you to look her in the eye. Raindrops start to beat into the sidewalk outside. A silence sets across the coffee shop as the soft indie playlist stops between tracks.

If you were still little, padding barefoot along the hall in your princess nightdress, this would have hurt so badly. The warm smile and his gentle disposition — and he was already betraying you, even then. You’re not little now. It doesn’t hurt like it would have then. You scrawl messily across the page.

“What was her name, who did she work for?”

Ida pauses briefly, blinking. Truthfully, she hadn’t been expecting this calculated coldness from you. She’s seen the videos of the frightened girl clinging to her bodyguard. She wonders how far he might be from you today.

“Suzy Blake. She was a political analyst for the New York Times back then.” Ida tells you, turning her head and checking through the rain-dotted front windows of the shop. You scribe the information and look back up to her, unsatisfied.

“All I’ve got on this is your word?” You prompt her.

“And her daughter — Matt never took a paternity test, but Suzy was always so sure.” This, Ida can see it worm its way under your skin, writhing under those years of collected conditioning. She blinks across at you and taps her nails against the coffee cup, glancing down at the milky liquid.

You have never heard of Suzy; couldn’t even begin to picture what she looks like. Her daughter would be nine, at least, maybe older. She could look like you, maybe. You press your lips together and grind the tip of the pen into the lined page, threatening to leave indentations of your anger through the rest of the book at once.

“So, Ellis paid for her to disappear?” You confirm, looking back up at Ida with an iciness that gives her a glimpse of her former boss. 

“Ellis paid for a lot of things.” Ida answers you suddenly faster than she has in the entire hour that you’ve been sitting here. She doesn’t look at you as she says it, lifting the mug from the saucer and taking a long drink of her latte. The liquid shivers in the cup, disturbed by her trembling fingers.

“Ida.” You sigh, growing frustrated. She turns her head and looks towards the window again, craning her neck slightly. Frightened of her own shadow, you condemn her cowardice. “Details.”

Her eyes follow two raindrops as the grey droplets race along the windowpane. “He bought the presidency for your father.”

Your father is a proud man. He has told you the story plenty of times, of how your grandfather had tried to give your parents the down payment for a house, how your father chose to spend his first year of marriage in a studio apartment rather than taking it. Back then, you wouldn’t have believed he could do such a thing.

Now, you aren’t sure where to draw the line on where your beliefs lie. 

“Extra campaign funding, promotions, big names,” Ida’s cup jingles as she sets it rockily back down onto the saucer. She turns her head back to the table, but avoids your gaze nonetheless. “Votes. Ellis made it all happen. He saved your father’s career.”

Your gaze flicks up from the scrawled information on the page, and lands on her hands. She picks restlessly at her cuticles, her attention shifting to every corner of the room but you. Your brows draw together seriously, taking a moment to check the empty space around you before you focus on her. 

“And what did my father do to him?”

Such a clever little girl — that’s what Ida remembers most of you. So inquisitive, and engaged. So interested. It’s such a shame that no one had time for you, you really deserved someone who would have answered those wonderful questions you came up with.

She swallows softly, unsure of exactly how much information is encompassed by the umbrella of ‘everything’. In her industry, you never let go of all of your secrets at once. That’s just bad business.

“He ran for re-election,” Ida says calmly, her voice more confident sounding, even in its soft tone. She exhales slowly. “And, after the successes in his first term, it became clear that he could win the presidency again. Without Mr. Armstrong.”

Across the table, you set the pen down on the edge of the notebook and check the time on your watch. You should be getting back before Allen has time to deploy a whole search party. 

“Again, Ida… I’ve just got your word on this.” You remind her. A jaded assistant from nine years ago isn’t exactly the concrete evidence that you broke out of your house for. The fear in her eyes is all the proof you need, but that won’t stand up in court.

You’ve been thinking about that a lot recently, as your research has deepened into your father’s past. You came across a picture yesterday, where he was your age, and smiling in the foreground of a Greenpeace conference. It struck you to consider if that young man would hate the man he was going to become as much as you have grown too — if maybe the two of you would have gotten along once, if things were different.

If you would be able to stand up in court and send the smiling young man, with the purest of intentions, to prison. 

“You’re right,” She starts to shake her head and her chair scrapes across the floor. The loudest sound that has come from her all day. She twists in her seat and grabs her jacket and her bag from the back of her chair. “You’re right, I can’t prove this. This was a bad idea…”

Your eyes go wide as she scrambles for her things. “No, Ida, wait—“

She pauses, briefly, to look you in the eye. “I’m sorry.” She turns swiftly, and heads for the door, dinging the bell above it and slipping out into the sheets of grey rain outside the door. You slam your notebook shut and fumble to slip it into your back, all thumbs and no fingers, stuck in the struggle as she disappears from the view of the front window. 

“Shit…” You mutter, slinging the bag onto your shoulder, forgetting your coat completely as you head after her. She’s much faster than she is loud. Rain chills your cheeks and dampens your hair before the bell above the door is even done ringing. Your shoes slap against the pavement, splashing fresh rainwater onto your jeans. You round the corner and squint through the grey ahead of you in search of her.

Her plaid skirt dips behind a car up ahead as she crosses to the driver’s side.

“Ida! Wait!” You call out for her, securing a hand around your bag as you jog to keep up, rushing for the blue sedan as she ducks into it. It doesn’t take you long, her hands are shaking too much to get the keys into the ignition. You slow, but don’t make it to a complete stop, reaching out to knock hard against the passenger window, as something cold, sharp-edged and hard slams into your right eye socket.

Your elbow hits the ground first, then your knee, then your left temple, before your body collapses to the wet pavement all together. Thrown off balance and reeling, your years of conditioning haven’t ever prepared you for this. Your skull aches, throbbing like you’re being hit with that first impact over and over, before you even feel the fingers curling around your arms and hoisting you off of the ground.

The car door clicks open. Blood rushes to the right side of your face, swelling in circles to form the deep bruise that will be left behind. Slow, blinking, your eyes drag themselves open and blink as you realize that it wasn’t the door of the car that opened. A second impact comes, but this one isn’t stone — it’s all skin. You can feel the warmth of the hand, and the ridges of each knuckle, as it drives forwards into your face.

After that, you can only imagine how easy you make for them to get you in that trunk. It hurts too much to open your eyes. Maybe that’s a pathetic thing to think, as you start to think of what they’ll do to you next — what pain is yet to come. But, it’s dark anyway, and in here, at least you’re alone. Your phone is in the bag. Maybe that’s still on th pavement, or maybe it’s in the car. But it isn’t with you. 

Each turn sends you forwards or back, your body rolling over the thinly carpeted trunk, slamming into the back of the seats or the metal of the hatch. You can feel your face swelling, the heat from it stings like a burn.

Jake’s going to be so angry with you, for doing this to yourself.

Maybe it’s just a short ride, or maybe you black out a little on the way, there’s no way of knowing for sure. But, when your eyes feel open, they’re trying to focus to the new bright light after ages of dark. When they’re closed, it doesn’t look much different.

It’s cold, and the echo of the voices around you tells you that the space you’re in is wide open and empty. A warehouse, most likely. The perfect spot for an execution. 

You’re held up by a hand on each of your arms, and your feet drag, scrambling for leverage against the ground as they tug you forwards. There’s some fight left in you after all. If it lasts long enough for someone to figure out where you are, that’s another story. You should have told Manny. Or left a note. Something.

The country is going to put your father on a pedestal when he’s grieving the loss of his beloved daughter.

Abruptly, you’re thrown down into a chair and your arms are torn backwards, making you cry out. Rope. Heavy, and fraying, rough against your wrists as you’re bound to the metal backing of a wooden chair. Fingers dig abruptly into either side of your cheeks, pressing the flesh of your mouth into your teeth until you’ve got no choice but to open up in complaint.

 The second that your lips part, something is forced between them. A dry rag. It’s tied tight at the back of your head, digging into your cheeks, muffling your sounds of struggle.

Muffled and restrained, there’s no way to defend yourself when another blow comes. It hits the centre of your face hard, another fist, this one harder than the first. Not pulling the punch in the slightest. Instantly, liquid streams from your nostrils and the taste of copper floods your tastebuds.

Your screw your eyes shut and force yourself to blink, you force your eyes to adjust. You refuse to surrender your last sense. Gradually, the room steadies and your vision focuses. It’s grey and industrial, illuminated by a singular lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. Empty, almost, bar a few storage crates, and a scary man sitting in front of you.

He smiles softly as your gaze settles on him and burns with rage.

“I know, I know,” Ellis offers with a small smile. He gives a small shake of his head. “This is none of your fault, darling. I know that. I’m sorry, really I am.”

You’re silent opposite him, your heartbeat thudding in your ears, sickened by the fact he has the satisfaction of watching you bleed. Turning your head slightly, you catch sight of the two men in your peripheral. Security, you guess, in case you do something.

This time, when you turn your head, you aren’t scared. The man in front of you is afraid of little, old you — so much so, that he needs backup.

“But Matt has a debt that I’m… not willing to forgive.” Ellis is wearing a green crewneck and black jeans, not like the suits in his pictures. This must be a casual kind of affair for him. His thin lips twitch, hinting at a smile as your gaze remains, unwavering, on him.

Saliva pools in your mouth, copper-tasting as your nose continues to stream with blood. It saturates the makeshift gag, spilling down your chin, your jaw aching and numb at the same time, pins and needles stinging through your hands as the restraints bruise your wrists. 

“You understand, don’t you? — Smart girl like you, you get why we had to go after you, I mean.” Ellis sits opposite you with his long legs stretched in front of him, his palms braced on the cargo box that he is perched on. Maybe it’s because he’s closer now than he ever was before, or maybe it’s just because you aren’t a little girl anymore — but you look into those dark, hollow eyes and there’s not a fibre of your being that needs your father to rescue you from him.

“Fuck you.” You spit. It’s easy enough to pretend that the damp rag secured around your mouth doesn’t cut into the corners of your mouth when you speak. You’re stronger than that.

Ellis presses his lips together and sits forwards, his gaunt face leering closer to you as he twitches towards a smile. He lifts one of those bony, skeletal hands and reaches for his phone, angling it towards your bruised face. “Don’t worry, darlin’ — we’ll get you back to your boyfriend soon enough. Just smile for the camera.”

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CONTENT ! a collection of enhypen drabbles based on Olivia Rodrigo's sour album!

PAIRING ? enhypen x reader

!! GENRE angst (hurt no comfort), fluff-ish, ex non idol! AU, childhood friends to lovers to strangers, early 2000s AU

꩜ WARNINGS ! infidelity, insecurities, toxic enha, tba

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₊ ⊹ A/N dont get fooled by the synopses, im pretty bad at writing summaries, they will be rewritten most likely once i published the first installment of the series!

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DEJA VU !! so when you gonna tell her, that we did that too?

nothing hurts more than seeing lee heeseung doing the stuff you both used to do with another girl. Watching him wrap his jacket around her, playing the same song you both liked around her. everything, from the way he touches her, gives her gifts, was a carbon copy of your relationship. does he get deja vu when he’s with her?

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1 STEP FORWARD 3 STEPS BACK will you walk me to my door or send me home crying?

if you had to describe your boyfriend park jongsaeng in one word, it'd be unpredictable. he was a gentleman, absolutely selfless when it came to his loved ones. somehow you seem to be the only exception. you didn't understand then, and you sure as hell don't understand now.

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DRIVERS LICENSE cause how could i ever love someone else?

everyone has warned you about the infamous playboy sim jaeyun, but you didnt pay attention to them. being childhood friends, you knew everything about each other. your flaws, insecurities, and aspirations, you thought that everything was perfect till it wasn't.

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ENOUGH FOR YOU dont you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded?

you tried everything, you really did. as the school's hottest student, park sunghoon was in constant spotlight, might it be with classmates or being the light of the party. and for that, you did your best at making your presence worthy in his life. but deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with the girls who seemed much better than you, people who are enough for him

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FAVORITE CRIME But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

kim sunoo was the personification of sunlight . everyone knew that! so when your friend introduced you to him you were naturally drawn to his open and kind nature. life seemed to be on your side but all the time and sacrifices towards him, all for nothing.

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HAPPIER does she mean you forgot about me?

being the school president's girlfriend wasnt easy and hell, if you could go back in time you wouldn't have even bothered associating yourself with the club. you two were the dream couple of east high, always being the talk of the school. but when you broke up, pictures of yang jungwon and the new girl started circulating around school. you should be happy for him, right?

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GOOD 4 U maybe you never cared at all?

nishimura riki is an egoistical asshole. thats the first thing ringing in your head when you wake up. being from rivaling dance groups, you thought that being in a relationship with the ace was your version of romeo and juliette, minus the tragedy part. but god, how wrong you were

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[bodydoublegame]

hello! it's amy! if you follow my personal account, you'd already know what this is. body double is a side project that i do for fun inbetween infamous, just for when i need to refresh my brain! i decided to make a blog for it so i don't flood my personal account with this game lol.

This game is a side project that I do when I need inspiration for Infamous. That means development on it will be sloooow. Infamous is my main priority right now!

Body Double is a an interactive story that takes place in a cyberpunk inspired world where top secret operatives of an elusive Cypress Industries have the unique ability to jump bodies.

Agent Sawyer is the best Agent in the business, tasked with protecting Cypress Industries and all of its assets.

Until three weeks ago.

Framed for the president's murder and in a last-ditch effort to save their ass, they switch bodies with our regular, ordinary IT-tech MC...who is now walking in the body of a suspect the entire city is looking for. Stuck in a citywide manhunt, MC is now on the run with a pesky Agent who refuses to tell them where their body is. To make matters worse, Agent Sawyer's subconcious is stuck in their head, speaking to them like a pest MC can't shake off.

Wonderful.

With a help of a host of characters from Sawyer's past and MC's present, MC will have to throw themself in a conspiracy to clear Sawyer's name and get back to normal. Relatively. No pressure.

The usual IF stuff: customize your mc from personality to appearance. Unsurprisingly from me, BODY DOUBLE is a character driven story with a focus on relationship dynamics, angst and drama...but this time with action.

Mold Sawyer in the prologue and be stuck with them in your head for the rest of the story. Are they humorous? Stoic? Vulgar? Emotional? Arrogant? You decide.

Romance characters like Sawyer's ex (messy) or the human-mech hybrid trying to kill you (messy) or your measly IT tech friend who has no idea what the hell is going on but they're a trooper. Or an AI. Your call.

Try to uncover a conspiracy and solve a murder in a cyberpunk setting.

Don't die?

SAWYER [RO][customizable]: the agent accused of murder. The wires get crossed when they switch bodies with you, and somehow you have their subconcious in your head. They refuse to switch back until you help clear their name even though you're in their body, which means people are after you now. Asshole move, really.

ROACH: Sawyer's twin brother and perpetual hermit. As a hacker, he has eyes all over the city. He also misses his sibling, so he's determined to see it through.

AGENT BECK [f or m] [RO]: A cool and intimidating fellow Agent of Cypress Industries...and Sawyer's ex partner. Sawyer dumped them, broke their heart, and since then, ghosted them (as one does.) With that said, Beck is determined to help you. And them. Just make sure to try to ignore the longing looks they send your way. It's not towards you, of course.

CAI [RO] [f, m or nb models] : Cypress AI or CAI is Sawyer's former field partner. Honest, cold and emotionless, you can't believe CAI is actually helping you. It must be going against their every makeup to go against Cypress, but having someone like them on your side is beneficial, at least.

HAWKE [m][RO]: the mech-human hybrid tasked with hunting you down. Well, hunting Sawyer down. Their one mission is to see you (Sawyer) dead, which poses a problem so as long as you're in this body. So there's that.

SOLANA [f][RO]: the elusive club owner...and the last person to see the president alive. You can't tell if Solana is an ally or an enemy, but you do know the one thing that drives her is power. Good to keep an eye on her, anyway.

AXL [nb] [RO]: the wealthy child of the now dead president and new heir of Cypress Industries. They hate your (Sawyer's) guts. They have hired all the best operatives and assassins to take you (Sawyer) down, and will stop and nothing to get their justice. If only you could convince them otherwise...

MAV [f or m] [RO]: your best friend and fellow IT employee. A trooper, who decides to be your sidekick on this weird...journey. No biggie. Make sure they don't die.

As usual, BD is 18+ for adult themes, explicit language, suggestive situations, violence and more! <3

[secular-jew]

I sort of forgot about Colombia which is a beautiful country, sadly, corrupted by the drug cartels. But like all failed South American states, Colombia has fallen into disarray, so much so that many of its best people have left, and the remaining seem to have elected the worst possible type of Marxist leader, who was formerly a terrorist, as ex head of gorilla group, M-19. His campaign has allegedly been financed by the rich drug cartels.

Not surprisingly, the dark side of Marxism has partnered with Islamism, again. These authoritarian enterprises seem to make compatible bedfellows.

The government of Colombia has just announced it is breaking ties with Israel and is recalling their ambassador. Because diplomacy, Marxist style, means not engaging.

Columbia's first Marxist leftist president in the country's modern history, Gustavo Petro Urrego, was formerly the leader of the gorilla group M-19. He is currently under fire for taking illegal money from drug cartels, but has the audacity to accuse Israel of genocide.

We don't need you asshole leftist guerilla Marxists. Go away and stay away.

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

I love how you write soldier boy…would you be able to write how he reacts with a spider-woman reader…she’s just swinging webs all around him and his old man brain cannot handle it. She’s a fit as a fiddle and she’s stressing him out because she will not just…sit down! (Preferably they’ve been dating for ages) 💖

More Than a Spider Can

masterlist

pairing: soldier boy x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.4k

warnings: language, talk of sex, the boys spoilers

timeline: set in an au shortly after the events of season 3

author’s note: another request!? i’m genuinely flattered! sending you so much love anon, thank you! this was so fun to write, and something i never would’ve thought of! thank you so so much!

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You’d have to thank Butcher one day for introducing you to the Supe you now lived with. He had needed a place to “hide” Soldier Boy shortly after the Supe incapacitated Homelander. You were hesitant at first, but Soldier Boy had just de-powered the most dangerous person on the planet, you had to help him out!

Butcher claimed it wouldn’t be for very long, but Soldier Boy never ended up leaving. Not that you minded, he was surprisingly sweet. You expected him to be a complete asshole but he wasn’t as bad as the stories you’d heard.

After about a month you took him up on the offer he’d made the first second he saw you. You spent a night together. Then another. And another. And a few more. And before you could overthink it, you said those three words that he then repeated.

With Mallory’s help, Butcher managed to clear Soldier Boy’s name, and even get the two of you a job at Supe Affairs (which was now run by Hughie since Neuman was running for Vice President).

So now, here you were; asking Hughie for clearance to go after a Supe who’d been stalking their ex.

“Y/n, there’s no actual proof this guy is doing anything you’re saying he’s done!” Hughie said.

“Hughie, the witness is a friend of mine. She’s not fucking lying about this!”

“I believe you, but I need proof before I let Soldier Boy kick his ass!”

“Soldier Boy won’t lay a hand on him, you have my word.”

“Oh, so you suddenly have control over Soldier Boy?”

“No, but I am faster than him! I’ll have this guy webbed up before Ben even gets there.”

“Ben,” He laughed a little. “Still can’t believe you’re dating the guy. Figured you’d hate Butcher for dumping him on you, but turns out you fell in love.”

“Okay,” You rolled your eyes at his teasing. “Just shut up and sign the damn form so I can get this asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay. But you better be sure Ben doesn’t break any fuckin’ bones. I’m tired of cleaning up your boyfriend’s messes.”

**

“What the absolute fuck…” Ben furrowed his brows, walking into the kitchen. “Y/n!?”

“Yes?” You asked, clinging to the roof.

“God-fucking-damnit woman!” He exclaimed, putting a hand to his chest. “Why does our kitchen look like a spider puked in here?”

“I’m just making dinner, Ben, calm down! I’ll clean this all up when I’m done.” You hopped down from the roof.

“You…” He tried opening the fridge but it was stuck. “Y/n, I’m trying to stay calm here but why the fuck can’t I open the fridge?”

“Sorry,” You smiled with cringe-clenched teeth. You opened the door for him.

“So why are you on the roof?” He asked when you jumped back up.

“I cook better when things are upside down,” You shrugged with a smile.

“I sure do wish your mouth was close enough to kiss, though,” He sighed dramatically, you rolled your eyes a little. You let yourself down a few feet, hanging on a string of web.

“I think kisses are better upside down too,” You smiled. He kissed you, smiling against your lips.

**

“Dinner is served,” You smiled, holding two plates as you walked into the living room.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Ben smiled when he took a plate. He furrowed his brows a little when you didn’t sit down right away. “Aren’t you gonna eat?”

“Yeah, of course,” You replied. Before Ben could say anything, you jumped up onto the roof before letting yourself hang upside down on a string of web. “What’re we watching?”

“Uh…Smallville,” He nodded slightly. “It’s…what was on…” He trailed off a little as you began eating upside down. “Honey, wha…what’re you doing?”

“Eating dinner?” You furrowed your brows. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“No it’s…all good,” He replied.

“So, you think Homelander ever watched this show?” You asked, half-heartedly.

“No clue,” Ben mumbled.

“Oh, by the way! Hughie gave me the thumbs up for going after Cara’s ex.”

“Cara?”

“Yeah, my old neighbor, you met her. Her ex is that creepy Supe who’s only power is x-ray vision and all he does is hang around outside dressing rooms and Victoria’s Secret stores.”

“Uh huh?”

“Anyway, Hughie gave me his location, I’m going after him tomorrow night. It’s no biggie if you don’t wanna come with me, it’s not gonna be much of a fight.”

“No, yeah…I’ll get the next one…have fun.”

There was about thirty seconds of silence before you put your plate down and swung your way over to the kitchen. You came back a moment later with two cold beers.

“Okay, would you stop!” He suddenly snapped.

“Ben?”

“You- Just- Goddamnit Y/n, I wanted to just fucking sit with you and watch this show but you’re on the fucking roof! Are you mad at me or something? Why don’t you want to relax with me?” What started off as an angry expression turned to one of hurt, which broke your heart a little.

“Ben, I’m not mad at you!” You exclaimed, hurrying down from the roof and sitting next to him. “I’m sorry, I just- I dunno, I don’t think much of it. I just like being off the floor.”

“It does look pretty fun,” He mumbled. He pulled you onto his lap, keeping your back pressed against his chest. “But sometimes I just want you here on the floor with us non-spider-people.”

“Okay, I’ll try and walk around like a normal person,” You huffed. “But only cause I love you so much.” You turned and kissed him quickly before focusing on the TV.

**

“Ben, what are you doing here?” You asked him the following night. “This is my case, I’m supposed to bring this guy in.”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t pretend you aren’t thrilled to see me,” He smirked.

“Of course I’m happy to see you,” You smiled, putting a hand on his cheek. “Just let me take the lead on this one, okay?”

“Fine,” He sighed.

“Are you two gonna eye-fuck all night or can we fight like regular freaks and get this over with?” The man at the other end of the street shouted.

“Think I’m gonna eye-fuck her a little longer if you don’t mind!” Ben called back. “I take it back, I’m bringing this asshole down!” He smirked then took off down the street.

“Fuck,” You mumbled to yourself. You knew full well you were faster than Ben but you didn’t like showing him up all the time. “Oh well.”

You thwiped a thick piece of web to a billboard above the street and hurled yourself up and onto it. You then ran down the side of a building and landed on top of the Supe before he could see where you were. You had him webbed up like a fly before Ben even made it down the street.

“Seriously? You take all the fun out of this!” Ben grumbled. “You can’t just web the guy up! I was in the mood for some ass kicking!”

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you so much my beautiful girlfriend, Y/n! Because of you I still have a job at the bureau and now we can go relax in our apartment because you managed to take down this Supe in record time!’ Then I would have said, ‘of course Soldier Boy! I love you so much and you’re very welcome’.”

“I love you too,” He mumbled.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you?” You asked, walking up to him. You wrapped your hands behind his head, running your fingers through his hair.

“I love you too,” He rolled his eyes a little.

“Come on, just kill me, I’d rather that, then watch this!” The webbed-up Supe groaned. “Y/n, I thought your type was guys your age, not-” He was cut off by you webbing his mouth closed.

“What does Campbell want us to do with this asshole?” Ben asked, not letting his green eyes break contact with your love-filled ones. You tilted your head a little and smirked. “What?”

“You just called Hughie by his real name,” You giggled. Ben thought about it for a second and sighed with annoyance when he realized you were right.

[theabstruseone]

Wait, he ranked the price of Twitter by 20 billion? Weren’t the rumours that he was looking to tank Twitter then sell off its assets?

The problem is you can find all sorts of rumors. He bought Twitter to wreck it, he bought Twitter to turn it into the X App he failed at pitching at PayPal, he bought Twitter to destroy the public square and undermine democracy, he bought Twitter as part of a deal with Mark Zuckerberg to destroy Twitter and leave Facebook as the only viable social media platform, he bought Twitter to appears the grey aliens in their war against the lizard people on behalf of the Illuminati.

The thing is...Elon Musk did NOT want to buy Twitter. He had to be sued and forced to buy the company.

He ran his mouth because he was angry he wasn't getting his way like the rich asshole he is, basically saying "If you don't do what I say I'll just buy the place and make you." And because he'd already bought shares of the company as part of this strongarm tactic, he was legally responsible for buying the company. And at his stupid-ass $54.20 offer that added over $150 million to the price just to add the $0.20 to the price because 420 blaze it and he is a child.

Add in that Tesla and SpaceX only function because they're Musk-proofed themselves. There are layers between the manic whims of the spoiled manchild that prevent him from running around yanking wires out of stuff to see what breaks like he's allegedly done at Twitter (technically it was turning off servers to see who panicked accord to reports but seriously, that's the sort of shit he's doing).

There doesn't need to be any grand conspiracy or ulterior motive other than the racist misogynist homophobic asshole who refuses to be told "no" is throwing a massive temper tantrum because his ex-wives hate him, his children hate him, he was forced to buy the company, and he got kicked out of PayPal 20 years ago and hasn't gotten over the bruised ego since then.

Do you REALLY think the guy who got so mad the President of the United States issuing an official statement from the White House got more attention than him so had the engineers boost his ranking in the algorithm enough so that he dominated everybody's feeds for a day to get more attention on him could actually plot a real conspiracy?

Or does Occam's Razor say he's just a privileged little shit who is indulging in his racism and transphobia while pandering to the fascist sycophants who keep licking his boots?

[tanadrin]

It’s low stakes compared to a lot else going on in politics, but the Trump assassination attempt truthers bug me. In a country with a lot of pointless gun violence, I see no reason to doubt some random asshole would take pot shots at an ex president, and claims about trump acting “out of character” about it are equally silly.

[mad3lyncline]

𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑴𝒀 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀 𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑷 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑻 . starters from a variety of real texts that have cursed my family group chat .

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] i didn't see that [ name ] is holding his junk until after i sent the pic

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] just ate some fig newtons , the extra long ones

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] fuck yeah , go give that beer your dick !

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] maybe he'll let you down quicker if you give him an open mouth kiss

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] you'll want to keep the gondola operator alive but everyone else is dispensable

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] we have parked our lard asses under displays for souvenirs and we are both NOT MOVING .

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] no more mountains you've lost your mountain privileges

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] we still have our sense of humor , but [ name ] may lose theirs at any moment .

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] we are safe . we think . no need to worry . i don't think .

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] it's funny now , but i can feel myself getting a bit cranky .

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] i'm really sick with icantgotowork disease 🦠 it's rough

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] have you guys gotten diarrhea yet ?

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] i hear [ name's ] ex is writing a diss track

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] okay getting food bird pooped on me

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] i just ate a cake that said 'happy birthday baby jesus'

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] the autism is strong today

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] there will be no butt cakes and please take me off this thread

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] i'll start growing my pubes !

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] [ name ] is making us celebrate president's day with a cake

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] my favorite thing is explaining slang that mom will absolutely hate

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] their old dog looked like a cigarette

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] yeah it's really hard being really good looking all the time

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] i'm about to be that asshole that brings their leftovers on a plane

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] i have to focus on one weird thing a day or i'll die

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] congrats bunghole i'm proud of you 🥰

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 📲 ] just so you know : penis .

[tomorrowusa]

Trump is emo because he's claiming that Google search results make him look bad. Maybe this will encourage him to sell a new official (and overpriced) product: Trump Crying Towels®.

If you act like an asshole, make frequent threats against others, and promise to destroy American democracy, of course the search results for you will be negative. D'oh!

In his typical sore loser mode, Trump is promising to prosecute Google if he's put back in the Oval Office.

Donald Trump threatened on Friday to direct the justice department to pursue criminal charges against Google if he is elected president, claiming the company was unfairly displaying negative news articles about him but not his 2024 election opponent Kamala Harris. The complaint – the latest threat on the campaign trail from Trump to wield the power of the presidency in response to enemies real or perceived – came in an abrupt post on Truth Social. “It has been determined that Google has illegally used a system of only revealing and displaying bad stories about Donald J Trump, some made up for this purpose while, at the same time, only revealing good stories about Comrade Kamala Harris,” Trump said in the post.

Trump is trying to influence the refs. More precisely, he's trying to intimidate the refs.

There are already countless trolls (real and bots) and foreign agents of disinformation working on Trump's behalf. He won't be happy until every outlet of information stops reporting the truth about his depravity.

[madmadder]

So if anyone cares at all:

The party people are voting for here in France right now is a bunch of rich assholes with quite literally Nazi ideals.

People are already feeling free to speak their disgusting opinions.

You want a few fun examples?

They're giving black people fake ecology tracts that say ''we don't want black people in this city''

They're openly saying ''now, we can beat up fags''

Two days ago a migrant was ran over TWICE by a man thinking it was completely okay.

Actually this isn't surprising at all. Our own president is letting it all happen. We're talking about a man who's defending abusers (ex: he keeps defending one of our most famous actors who's been filmed verbally sexualizing a little girl and assaulting countless women). Our government contains SEVERAL sexual abusers as well and that has been proved.

Now if people vote for this extreme party eveything will get worse, more violent, and most importantly legal.

We're scared guys. We're really scared.

[mulderscully]

some first prince fics that rearranged my brain recently (for anon)

pictures of you (pictures of me)

alex keeps polaroids.

Good Hands

That urge again, to open his chest and beg Alex to crawl inside there. Henry curls his fists to try and resist it; Alex does what he’s been doing since day one. He touches, seeks, opens Henry up. When he laces their fingers together, what else can Henry do but let him, and cling on for dear life?

Spun Gold

Henry's been on a long trip, and Alex finds that he can't quite function without him.

The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door.

Alex drapes the towel through the refrigerator handle and leans his hip on the counter next to it. Folds his arms over his chest. “There is no chance you can go all weekend without sex.”

“Alex, it’s a weekend. I often went months at a time without having sex."

Alex grins. “Well, that’s before I came into your life. I’m like the gateway drug to sex addiction

a prince and a president

“Alex I’ve met your mum, lots of times in fact. You were there for most of them, remember?” Henry says, snapping Alex’s attention back to his phone.

Alex barks out a laugh at that because no, that’s not what happened at all.

“Baby that wasn’t my mom, that was the fucking President. And she met Prince Henry, not you, not my Henry.”

"Your Henry huh?”

“Yes, he has a dog with a stupid name, horrendous taste in pyjamas and the blandest collection of ties I’ve ever laid eyes on, but he’s aside from that he’s pretty fucking hot.”

L’Amour de Ma Vie

He studies his expressions like he'll be tested on them later, and he'll be damned if he misses a single question.

In other words, it's the Paris bed blooper.

AUs

Holding On and Letting Go

Alex hates his ex, Miguel, because he is a manipulative asshole, so he asks a stranger to pretend to be his boyfriend. It works out better than he thinks.

12 Year Starter

“Hazza, you poorly assembled toast rack,” Pez interrupts him, effectively stopping Henry in his tracks as he tries to untangle the absurdity of that description. “You are not cancelling your birthday dinner just because your – admittedly charming and extremely sexy – best friend can’t hop across the pond in quite as sprightly and timely a manner as we’d previously hoped. You shall go to the ball."

[sunlightmurdock]

Operation Apollo | 1.9 | Jake Seresin x Reader

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Synopsis: After a threat is made against her life, the President’s grown up daughter gets her security tripled. Her long term detail is about to retire and needs replacing, only — she isn’t the easiest to work with. Ex-Navy and current Secret Service, Jake Seresin is devoted to being the best at everything he does. He isn’t going to let a bratty little girl cost him this job.

Warnings: age gap, power imbalance, enemies to lovers, danger and angst, smut, oral (f receiving), choking, risk of being caught, jokes about being caught / photographed, unprotected pinv

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“That girl has a fucking attitude problem.” The new team of security are learning quickly, and in no uncertain terms, that you don’t take well to strangers trying to enforce rules upon you. Jake’s lips quirk slightly as he lifts your bag out of the car. He chooses to ignore the offhanded comment and swings the car door shut.

Your attitude can be a problem, or it was — in the beginning. More recently, Jake has found that you’re actually pretty receptive to instructions, provided that there is a decent reward. The reward usually being himself.

“Did you hear that guy? — ‘I said stay!’ — asshole.” You complain to Manny, mimicking the boneheaded security that follow you around now. The agreement is that they stay behind, staying out of your way as much as possible. Jake and Manny stick by your sides.

Manny chuckles, shaking his head as he shrugs his backpack closer to his body. It’s almost midnight now and he’s still not a hundred percent sure on what’s so special about some bar in San Diego — he’s even less sure about when you became so chummy with Jake that you’re interested in visiting a place from his past.

But, after the two and a half hour drive that took four hours with traffic, he’s too tired to ask. He’s got a feeling he isn’t going to like the answer. Allen seems to have gotten off easily with the timing of his retirement. Besides, Manny likes the fact that he gets a room to himself tonight since he’ll be working essentially an eighteen hour shift tomorrow. The new guys are taking tonight’s night shift.

After a couple of years of trying to wrangle you with only Allen’s help, things have gotten a little scarier but a lot easier since Jake showed up. Manny growing used to the decreased workload.

You glance back at Jake as he discusses tomorrow’s plan with a few of the new guys. You haven’t bothered to learn their names yet, you’re hoping that they won’t be around long. Even with them around, the house doesn’t feel any safer. As far as you’re concerned, you’d be the safest alone with Jake — which is the plan for tonight.

His room is connected to yours. For safety only, of course — just in case of emergency. It’s just especially convenient that he doesn’t have to exit out into the hallway, into the watchful gaze of the idiots in the hallway, for him to be able to see you.

Only, his evening doesn’t wind up being as free as you would have liked. An hour by yourself, sipping on a martini, waiting for him to wrap up a meeting with D.C. about your impending return to your studies. Plenty of campus visits, being out in public and packed lecture halls — it’s a logistical nightmare with the situation you’re in alone. Another hour. Then, a third.

Jake closes his laptop and stretches out his stiff neck. He pours himself a drink and crosses through into your room. It’s late, he hopes that you’re still up. Tomorrow is going to be hard and he doesn’t want it to start any earlier than it has to.

His brows scrunch slightly as he stares at the still completely made bed. He glances around the spacious, modern room in search of you. The balcony door is cracked just slightly.

“What are you doing out here?” Jake’s brows scrunch slightly but there’s still a soft smile on his face as he steps out onto the balcony to join you. He stands behind the sofa and kisses the top of your head gently. You’re laying on your back, still tucked up in the sweater and leggings that you wore on the drive down.

He walks to the edge of the balcony and looks out. He inhales slowly and closes his eyes, then turns to face you.

You give a small shrug of your shoulders, “Getting some air before bed. Waiting for you to show up.”

Because you knew he would show up, he hasn’t let you sleep alone since you got back from D.C. Jake knows that you prefer having him next to you when you’re sleeping. Jake chuckles as he moves to sit beside you on the sofa. Parting his knees like always, his leg presses against yours. You both look out over the water. “Sorry to keep you waiting.

Another small shrug, this time accompanied with a playful smile as you nudge your knee into his, “Mm, I could probably find it in my heart to forgive you.”

He rests his palm against your knee, squeezing tenderly. There’s a moment of quiet between the two of you, high up enough to not have to hear any of the noise below. You sit forwards, then stand. Jake watches as you move towards the edge of the balcony and look over.

You turn your head and look at him over your shoulder, biting your cheek gently. Jake’s brows scrunch as he lifts a hand and strokes it along the curve of your cheek bone. There’s a glint in your eye that can only mean trouble.

“What’s that look?”

“Have you ever had sex outside before?” You ask, lips quirking up into an intrigued smile. You lean closer to him and nose at his jaw, kissing his stubbles skin tenderly. Jake’s lips quirk in amusement at the suggestion, fingers curling into your side. Immediately, he shuts down your fun little idea.

“We’re not having sex out here.” Jake answers calmly, giving a firm shake of his head and dodging the question entirely.

“Look at where we are, no one’s going to be able to see us all the way up here.”

Jake takes a sip of his scotch and shakes his head. “I’ll fuck you all you want. Inside.”

You frown at him, leaning back against the rail, folding your arms across your chest. “You’ve had sex with other women like this.”

“I never said that.” He doesn’t have to say it. He had a relatively wild youth. Practically X-rated in comparison to yours so far. He understands the desire, but things will always be different for you. It’s growing increasingly hard to disappoint you, but Jake knows that this is practically life or death. There’s no coming back from being caught like this.

His career. Yours. Your father’s. The collateral is too high for a quick fuck in the open air.

“I can tell by the look on your face. What makes me so different?” You insist like he hasn’t already made up his mind. Like you don’t know what makes you so different.

Jake sits forwards and rests his elbows on his knees. “So, when we’re both standing in front of your father — and he’s got a picture of both of us, fucking on a balcony in San Diego, what’s our story going to be?”

You roll your eyes and push away from the railing. You smack his shoulder as you pass him, walking inside, closing the patio door behind you. He plans to give you a couple of minutes to cool off.

Jake picks up his scotch from the end table and sips at it, admiring the view. He wishes he could make things different for you. He tucks an arm behind his head, watching a boat in the distance as it gradually becomes more and more of a small black dot, less of a boat.

He sits out there for a while, until he has finished his drink, anyway. It’s just as he’s considering going in and apologizing that the door behind him opens again. Jake’s gaze remains on the horizon, waiting for you to start telling him off.

He sits back against the back of the couch and folds his arms over his chest. He does his best to look stern as you walk around the back of the couch to then stand in front of him. His lips quirk. Now, that’s just not fighting fair.

“You packed lingerie.” Jake comments, taking his time to examine the soft blue babydoll set that you just stepped out in. It stops at the very top of your thighs, a sheer material with matching panties under it. It had taken forever to pick out.

You nod your head slowly. Jake finally lifts his gaze to look you in the eye. Then, he looks past you at the view. The sky’s so dark that you can barely see where it meets the sea on the horizon. There are a couple of boats out there, illuminated by yellow-tinged cabin lights. It’s calming, watching almost black waves roll towards the shore.

“Well, do you like it?” You ask softly, somewhat nervous. It’s probably ridiculous to be nervous, considering how many times he has seen you naked. It’s just very exposing, standing before him like this.

“You’re cold.” Jake points out, noticing the way your nipples have perked up under the detailed lace cups. Your cheeks warm at his avoidance of the question, fidgeting now under his unwavering gaze. He unfolds his arms. “Maybe we should take you back inside.”

You frown defiantly at him, “I’m not cold.”

He smiles, holding back a laugh as he finishes off his scotch and sets his glass down on the end table. “You’re not?”

“Jake.” You warn, furrowing your brows in annoyance. You fold your arms over your chest. He lifts his hand and curls his index finger, beckoning you towards him. You take a few tentative steps, making your way forwards until you’re standing between his parted legs.

He starts off at your forearms. Trailing his fingers from your elbow to your fingertips, shaking his head slightly, “You feel kinda cold to me, honey.”

“Well, I’m not,” You bite back. His fingers smooth back along your skin, uncrossing your arms and dropping them down to your sides. “So stop being an ass and teasing me.”

Jake grins, this time unable to hold back the soft chuckle that your little request draws from him.

“Teasing you?” He scoffs back, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue as his thumb grazes over your peaked nipple. You lift your chin to look at him, he smiles back. “Honey. You’re not really in a position to talk about who’s teasing who, when you packed this.”

So, he does like it.

Your lips quirk just slightly. Jake hesitates for just a moment, glancing down at your body under the material.

“Alright, come here.” He catches your wrist and gives a gentle tug. Your lips quirk up into a victorious smile as you slide into his lap, your thighs bracketing his hips on the cushion of the balcony’s wicker framed sofa.

He drapes his arms around your waist, pressing just a fraction of his strength into you to keep you still. He presses his lips softly to your cheek. Your jaw. You shiver as his lips graze your earlobe. He stops and pulls back with a smirk on his lips.

“I’m not cold!” You insist, elbowing him softly. Jake chuckles, shaking his head as he resumes his path of kisses. His hand eclipses your hip, curling around your waist, pulling you back against him as his mouth works along your shoulder.

“No one can see us from the angle of the balcony — it’s just ocean out there. I already thought about it.” You explain, brushing your hands over the swell of his shoulder muscles, pressing your thighs into his.

Jake’s hand smooths over the curve of your ass, fingers curling into the lace hem of the blue material, scrunching it in his palm. He noses against your jaw and hums in consideration. A gasp slips your lips as his hand comes down hard onto the soft flesh of your now exposed ass.

Jake feels you jolt against him, it’s almost a flinch but your muscles contract under the impact trying to give him the illusion of you being collected about this whole situation. The realization that he’s right on the verge of saying yes, that he wants you as badly as you want him — it goes straight to your core.

“Of course you did, dirty girl,” Jake murmurs, voice low and gravelly. He presses his lips back against yours to swallow the eager little whimper that you let out when you feel his fingers finally breach the waistband of those sheer, blue panties, teasing along your slit. “I bet you’ve been scheming about this all day, huh?”

You press your face into the curve of his neck, worried that the look on your face will give you away — because he’s right. You’ve been thinking about this for a while. Jake feels you smirking against his skin, your plan working. One hand still between your legs, he skims his other hand along the length of your spine. He pulls you close against his warm chest and kisses your shoulder softly.

The heat from your core warms Jake’s fingertips, a contrast to the coldness of his glass moments earlier. He considers dipping his fingers right in, giving you what you want, letting himself feel how badly you want him. But, since it’s clear that you’re already getting what you want, Jake gives in to what he wants too.

“Ask me nicely.” Jake decides, sliding his hand up the remainder of your spine, curling his fingers into your roots. You whimper softly as he tugs you back to look him in the eye.

“Jake, come on — please.” You whine. His fingers are right there, millimeters from where you’d like them to be. He sits back against the couch calmly, expectantly raising his brows. He spreads his knees further, withdrawing his hand from your underwear as your thighs spread around his. Jake’s open palms rest at the bottoms of your thighs, even further now than they were previously.

He strokes his thumbs back and forth gently across your skin, wondering if you’re still planning on sticking with the ‘not cold’ motif when he can see the goosebumps on your skin.

You push yourself forwards, grinding down onto his crotch through the fabric of his jeans, pressing your lips softly to his jaw. “Is there a nice way to ask you to bend me over that railing and fuck me like a whore?”

Jake’s lips quirk up into a grin. Surprised and amused all at once, palms skimming up your thighs. He shakes his head softly, cheeks dimpling as he looks you over. “No. I don’t think there is.”

You weave your fingers between his, lifting his hand, kissing his knuckles tenderly. “So… please?”

Jake chuckles dryly. He hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you firmer against him. You hum contentedly against his lips. To your surprise, your little request was more than enough. He grinds his hips upwards and nudges your underwear to the side in one movement.

His fingers press against your clit, rubbing in slow, tight circles. He pulls back and watches your body react to his touch as he builds the pressure. Your eyes flit shut, lips parting, a string of soft moans slipping out into the evening air. Jake’s index finger trails downwards to tease at your entrance.

This is increasingly becoming his favourite feeling, having you trembling at his fingertips, moaning his name. Knowing that you’d do just about anything to keep feeling the way he makes you feel.

All other words suddenly slipping your mind, you’re left with one, repeating it again and again as you grind against his touch, “Please.”

Jake sinks two fingers into you at once, curling his fingers into that spongy spot that has you jolting, grabbing onto his bicep for leverage.

His fingers stretch you open, fucking into you, his eyes on your face. Leaning forwards, whimpering into his jaw, you’re quick to realise that if you angle yourself just right, you can grind your clit onto the base of his palm. Jake takes his bottom lip between his teeth, watching you use his hand to bring yourself closer and closer. “Please.”

Jake nudges you back once more, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the column of your throat, trailing wet kisses along your skin to distract from the fact that his hand is withdrawing from your underwear. “Not yet, honey. Stand up for me.”

“Jake…” You whine in complaint, curling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt to keep him with you. He lifts his chin, those sharp green eyes locking in on yours. He raises his eyebrows at you. It’s a clear indication to stop whining or he won’t give you what you want.

“I said: stand up. Walk over there.” His fingers squeeze into the flesh of your thighs, shooting a quick glance down at his hands on your skin before he’s looking at you again. Expectant. Impatient. Completely in control.

You push up and off of his lap, feeling unsteady on your feet. Legs trembling with excitement and need, you walk over to the railing like he told you. Your fingers curl around the cool edge of the balcony.

“Take ‘em off.” Jake instructs calmly.

Your lips warm slightly, taking in a deep breath as you hook your thumbs into the side of the underwear. Jake takes his lip between his teeth, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches you bend over slightly and slide the blue thong down your legs. You turn back towards him, swallowing softly as he rises from the couch and crosses towards you.

He lifts his hand and strokes back a strand of hair from your face, then leans in and kisses you softly, a fraction of his weight sandwiching you between his toned chest and the railing behind you.

“The plus side is that you’re gonna look so pretty in those paparazzi pictures, honey.” Jake teases, sliding his hands down over the curve of your ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms and grinding himself against you. You scoff and push at his chest, rolling your eyes.

Jake hums into the curve of your neck, peppering kisses over every inch of exposed skin that he can reach. He lowers his head, peppering kisses across your bare stomach, then up, fingers pressing into your hips as he nips at the soft skin of your breasts. He bunches the fabric in his palm and lowers himself to his knees, pressing his mouth to your navel. You push your fingers into his hair as he’s finally right where you need him.

He guides your thigh over his shoulder, wasting no time in getting to work. You whine in relief as his finally tongue grazes at your folds, feeling you squirm before him. Jake groans softly, he’ll never get tired of how worked up you get for him. Curling your fingers into his blonde hair, you gasp softly as his lips around your clit. “Fuck, Jake.”

The groan that slips his lips sends shocks through you, stomach tightening, legs trembling. His fingers curl tighter around your hip as his free hand nudges between your legs. He sinks his middle and index finger into you at once, curling them expertly until you’re whining his name, trembling against his touch.

The wet muscle of his tongue dips inside of you, replacing his fingers just briefly, his nose brushing against your clit as he drags it slowly up again to the swollen nub. He traces the tip of his tongue around it before sucking hard then soft and letting go. Jake groans out as you tug at his roots, head thrown back as your orgasm rips through you.

Jake feels your knees buckle, standing up and tugging you forwards, steadying you against him. You whimper, resting your forehead against his shoulder as he kisses your temple. His movements are tender as he trails his fingertips along your spine.

You curl your fingers around the leather of his belt and tug softly. Jake glances down, watching your shaking hands work amusedly. Belt opened, your fingers work at the button on his jeans, you’re trembling and it takes some willpower to have your hands comply. You manage to pop the button open, dragging the zipper down and pushing at the waistband of his boxers and jeans together.

Jake catches your wrists and bundles them together. “Turn around, bend over.”

You almost moan then and there. Swallowing softly, you take your lip between your teeth and turn, bracing your elbows on the ledge. Jake kicks your ankles further apart and tugs his shirt over his head, grabbing your hip with one hand. Jake revels in the desperate sound you make as he drags his cock between your folds, his lip between his teeth as he watches the tip sink into you. You whimper, gasping as he pushes himself into you in one swift movement, pulling your hips back against his.

Jake presses his free hand into the small of your back, bending you down further so that he can drive himself deeper into you. He leaves open-mouthed kisses across the backs of your shoulders, making up for the fact that he’s painfully hard and not really planning on giving you time to adjust. Not after your little request.

He catches the back of your neck and pushes down until your cheek is pressed to the concrete. The breath is knocked from you as he pounds into you, you’re a whimpering mess, face pressed into the crook of your arm and his hand on the back of your neck keeping you there.

“That feel good, honey?” Jake murmurs, his gentle tone a stark contrast to the way he’s fucking you. You moan out, nodding your head feverishly. “My dirty girl, out here where everyone can see you like a little slut.”

Your voice cracks as you whimper desperately, pushing back against him. Jake grunts, leaning forward and pressing filthy, open-mouthed kisses along the length of your back. You push your hips back against him again, rocking yourself slightly for more friction. Jake grins, he leans back slightly and releases your arms, giving you the leverage to fuck yourself on his cock like you need to.

Wetting his lips with his tongue, he looks down between your body and his, groaning. He swallows hard, pressing one hand to the ledge beside you to steady himself. He watches as you push yourself back onto him desperately for a moment before he has to close his eyes and grip your hips to still you. Breathing hard, he inhales slowly and tightens his grip on the swell of your hips.

Your eyes practically roll back as he rocks forwards again, grunting as he pounds into you. He slides one hand around to your front, curling it around the sides of your throat. You pant out, gasping for air, completely at his mercy. The pleasure comes burning through you. If you could, you’d be gasping for air. The lack of oxygen is dizzying, Jake’s the only thing keeping you steady.

His fingers curl tighter around your throat as he ruts himself into you, managing a few more thrusts — sending aftershocks through your already sensitive body before he’s spilling over the edge himself, pulling you tight against him. You both take a moment to come back down, slowing your breathing until your feet feel steady enough to hold you again.

Jake groans softly as he slips out of you and tucks himself back into his jeans. He smooths out your babydoll and spins you to face him, tucking an arm around your waist.

“Shit, you’re good at that.” You mumble, draping your arms around his shoulders and pressing your face into the crook of his neck. Jake chuckles breathily, kissing your temple.

“Are we done being wild for tonight, honey? — You feel like taking a shower and heading to bed?” He murmurs, smoothing his hands over your hair. You pull yourself closer to him, closing your eyes and humming against his skin, nodding tiredly. He swats at your ass and turns you, nudging you towards the door. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up.”

It’s already late and it’s been a long day. You shower quickly under the warm water, Jake taking care of the soap duties for no reason other than to have his hands on you again. By the time your head hits the pillow, you’re more awake than you were expecting to be.

“Are you excited to go to the bar tomorrow?”

“Honey, sleep.” Jake groans, half-amusedly as he lifts an arm and drapes it over his eyes. You turn over onto your back and stare at the ceiling, exhaling softly.

“I’m excited.” You decide, smiling softly at the idea. It’s nice, being included on the personal details of Jake’s life, being someone that he can share things with.

He lifts his arm and peeks one eye open, lips quirking as he finds you smiling at the ceiling in anticipation of the day ahead. “You’re cute.”

You turn your head and grin, shuffling closer to him. Jake tucks his arms around you and rests his cheek to the top of your head as you nudge on of your thighs between his. You kiss his toned shoulder tenderly, hugging yourself close against him. “Night, Jake.”

“G’night, honey. I love you.”

…

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Let's generalize about man (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

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"ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇɪ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋᴀʀᴀꜱᴜɴᴏ ʜɪɢʜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ. ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ, ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ʟᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴀʟ."

"Let's not distinguish between them at all Let's just drink a lot more alcohol And then high-five each other As we make a bunch of blanket statements" Let's generalize about man, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

— And then — Saeko angrily slammed her glass on the table — he told me we were breaking up!

— NO! — the four women sitting at the table shouted in unison.

Several people from neighbouring tables looked reprimandingly at the group of students.

— Exactly! He even told me I was childish. — Senpai raised her finger. — Pour me some more because every time I talk about this asshole, I get angrier.

[Reader] took the half-empty bottle of soju and eagerly filled the glasses.

The evening was filled with giggles, tears and complaints about men. The president of the college council broke up with her boyfriend in the morning. Naturally, her friends rushed to help her. They get out of their classes, found a place and in the name of women's solidarity, came to get drunk.

No one remembered which bottle was on the table. What mattered was that the girls had gotten a discount from their friend, a waiter. The poor guy didn't expect that the group would eat and drink twice as much as he expected.

— All men are the same! — Takamaki said, reaching for the sushi.

— Oh, not everyone to be honest... — Yuna leaned sleepily on the council president. — In our department there's... this guy... damn, what's his name? [Reader], help me, the one who plays volleyball with his friend...

— Yamaguchi Tadashi — she suggested politely.

— Exactly. He's not bad at all. You must get to know him, he really is not stereotypical. — She yawned loudly.

— You're in your first year, so you don't know much yet. First, the exception proves the rule. And secondly, his friend Tsukishima is an asshole for two, so it evens out.

— I heard he didn't give some girl his lecture notes. You don't want to know how what he told her. Poor chick. — Aoi tried hard to take a selfie, even though her hand was shaking.

— He pushed me in the hall last month. He didn't even apologize — Takamaki hiccupped.

— A week ago, when I was going to class, he rejected Junko's invitation for a date in front of everyone. He was totally rude — [Reader] added.

She was really mad at all the guys. It doesn't matter that it wasn't her heart that was broken, no one rejected her or betrayed her. After that evening, everyone seemed terrible to her. More and more new stories told at the table made her blood boil. The alcohol confirmed her belief that she was right.

— Someone should punish them all. My ex and Tsukishima first. — Saeko drank the contents of the glass in one gulp. — Like in those dramas where the heroines make a guy fall in love and then dump him to teach him a lesson. I would give my seat in council to see this.... [Reader], you could do it!

— You really think so? — She looked uncertain.

— I know this. — The president patted her on the shoulder.

The first year would be lying if she said the position offered didn't catch her attention. She didn't particularly stand out at the Tokyo university. She needed something she could then show employers. Unfortunately, the places at the top were cleverly defended by older students. However, with senpai's support, everything could have been different.

— But women's solidarity forbids me from hitting on your ex.

— You know what? Fuck him. I'll think of something even worse for him. It can be only Tsukishima. — She put her arm around her. — Start dating him, bring him to the spring festival, then break up with him. I'll make you my deputy and when I leave, I'll put you in my place.

— Bet! Bet! Bet! — the girls chanted.

The waiter was already heading towards them to put an end to the suffering of the customers around them.

— Okay, I'll do it! — [Reader] shook Saeko's outstretched hand. — Now it's my turn! Cheers!

Another bottle started a series of toasts against men. There were many declarations, promises and wishes. However, of all of them, only the bet survived in memory undisturbed by a hangover.

***

[Reader] had nothing against most of her professors but Masahiro sensei decided to be an exception. He requested that the essays include photos and information from the museum.

— You have a source of knowledge right under your nose and you are not using it. The Internet won't teach you anything — the girl silently imitated the professor.

She wasn't afraid that anyone would hear her. The huge white exhibition hall was empty. Only school trips arrived at such an early hour. The last group of children passed her uninterested. Even the guide keeping order disappeared somewhere.

[Reader] yawned. She wished she could write her thesis at home. She would wrap herself in a blanket with a cup of tea in her hand and slightly change the content of the sentences she copied. It could be nice.

She took out her phone, took a photo of the pterodactyl skeleton and then looked at her notes one last time. This should be enough to get her started. She felt that she would not be able to avoid returning to the museum next week. There is always something to improve.

She was given this particular essay topic because she didn't go to class. The rest chose what interested them. However, she stayed in the apartment, nursing a hangover. A week has passed since then but the regret remained.

When she left the room, she was quite surprised. Walking towards her was Tsukishima himself, accompanied by a friend. If she wanted to, she could get out of their way unnoticed but such a natural opportunity for a meeting might never come again.

— Hi! — She stopped.

— Hello, [Reader]-san! — replied Yamaguchi, as always beaming.

— Do we know each other? — The blonde looked irritated.

He reminded the girl of a child in a store, waiting for her mother to finish talking. He had this exact expression.

— We have some classes together.

She could barely contain herself from making a sarcastic comment as the freckled boy introduced her. They had been going to university for about half a year. You may not remember people who don't stand out but everyone knew her. Or at least that's what she thought until now...

— Are you also here because of the project? — she asked, showing her notebook with notes.

She wanted to start a conversation to erase the unpleasant impression.

— Yeah, fossils and stuff...— Yamaguchi started talking about his work.

— You're wrong — Tsukishima said in a superior tone. — You've confused stegosaurs and ankylosaurs. — He pointed to the second line in her notes.

— Are you sure? I think I transcribed it correctly.

She felt like gnashing her teeth. Normally she would be grateful for pointing out the mistake but the smirk on the blonde's face made her want to snap back at him instead of thanking him.

— Some kid changed their badges for a joke the day before yesterday and they haven't fixed it yet. — Tsukishima sighed as if it was obvious.

— You must like dinosaurs to notice that — she said half-jokingly.

— You know it! — The shorter boy beamed as if she had said something amazing. — Tsukki loves dinosaurs. I'm sure he could help you a lot with your project.

— It'd be great. — She sensed another opportunity to get closer to her goal.

— Unfortunately, I'm very busy. — The blonde glared at his friend. — We'll get going.

— Sure, see you in class. — The girl headed towards the hall.

— Why did you lie? Yamaguchi asked as she walked away. — You have nothing to do except work for Masahiro.

— I don't feel like helping her.

Yamaguchi sighed loudly. They had been through this several times but his friend was as stubborn as a mule.

— Look, you need to meet some new people. It's not the first semester. How will you find a girlfriend?

— Let me remind you. Girls harass me. One of them wanted notes because she had been on the phone all month instead of attending lectures. I had to run away from the next one because she insisted she wanted me in the science club. And the last one confessed her love to me three times, like in elementary school. I don't need a girlfriend — he concluded in a confident voice.

— Agreed, maybe not, but you need friends. I had a class with [Reader] once and she was really cool. Try to think about what I said. I'm going to some more notes.

— I have the bus soon. — Tsukishima put on his headphones.

He didn't want to admit it but the comment made him think a bit. When he finished Karasuno, he promised himself that he would try to change. Maybe it was the right time to get a little involved in student life.

The opportunity came sooner than he thought.

[Reader] was standing at the bus stop. She looked at the timetable, comparing it with the time on her phone. He stood next to her and decided to do something before the urge left him completely.

He felt that he would regret this decision. However, he knew that his friend wanted his good. He wouldn't leave him alone anyway with this topic.

— If you need help with your project, let me know. Maybe I'll find time this week — he said casually.

— Seriously? I'll come to the hall tomorrow after classes then. Thanks a lot! — she was happy and then jumped into the bus that had just arrived.

***

— How did you know that strawberry is my favourite cake? — Tsukishima asked suspiciously.

He handed [Reader] tea and the rest of the order.

— You've been staring at it from the very beginning. — She laughed.

The girl felt the pleasant warmth from the paper cup spreading through her fingers.

She went to the bakery with Kei. It was bitterly cold outside. Moreover, it started to snow. So they agreed that something hot for the road was a good idea. Neither of them liked winter.

— I don't believe you. — He pointed an accusatory finger at her, taking a sip of fruit tea.

— Okay... Maybe I spotted you once or twice in the university cafe...

The boy usually had no trouble coming up with sarcastic replies on the spot but this time he was stumped. He was glad he was passing someone, otherwise the girl would have seen him choking on his tea.

In Karasuno, he was quite successful with the opposite sex. He hasn't been on many dates though. It often turned out that the candidates imagined him much better than he actually was. Once they found out what he really was like, they quickly ended the relationship. He wasn't looking for romantic relationships either. He focused on studies and volleyball, although the latter came much later and unexpectedly.

— After words like that, I could ask you out on a date — he choked out, regaining his composure.

He watched the reaction out of the corner of his eye.

— And I could accept the invitation — she replied.

Tsukishima focused on the street in front of him, pretending to be very interested in the street lights. He didn't have time to answer because his train had just arrived at the platform and he had to run through the red light to make it on time. [Reader] could barely keep up with him. He wasn't surprised by her. Few people had legs as long as he did. Somewhere during this mad dash, he grabbed her hand, muttering that if they were late, it would be her fault.

— We made it — the girl panted.

At the last moment they jumped into the compartment. They were just validating their tickets when the sound signal signaled departure.

The train was filled to the brim with people. Many Tokyoites were returning home. Winter did not encourage walking.

He struggled to get to the window. All seats were occupied. Like it or not, he contented himself with the handle attached to the ceiling.

The journey passed quickly. The last station appeared much sooner than he would have liked.

— If you start talking about volleyball like you talk about dinosaurs, I'll probably start playing...— The girl's face suddenly changed expression. She turned discreetly, squinting at the person behind her.

He followed her with his eyes. A man, about fifty years old, in a suit and with a briefcase. At first glance, an average passenger. Just an ordinary office worker returning after a shift. Kei, however, understood the point.

— Everything's all right? — Kei asked.

He seemed a little confused. No wonder. Such situations were usually embarrassing for the storytellers. Unfortunately, not everywhere in public transport it was possible to have separate spaces for women.

— Could we switch places? — she whispered, discreetly pointing at the man who had just turned around.

He nodded.

When he felt a hand on his butt, he felt like he would die of embarrassment. He already knew how women felt in crowded subways.

The attacker realized his mistake when he heard Tsukishima's icy voice:

— Be careful where you put your hands in the future, you pervert.

— Next station — Shinjuku. — A mechanical voice announced that it was time to head for the exit.

He let the girl go ahead. However, before he got out, he stepped on the balding guy's foot with all his might. He allowed himself a sadistic smile as he heard the string of cursed words flying towards him.

They left the platform. It was time to go their separate ways.

— Thanks for the help. For the project and for the train situation. — The girl straightened her slipping glove.

— You're welcome.

— Honestly, I thought you were a much bigger asshole before I met you — she admitted sheepishly.

This didn't surprise him. Maybe it hurt a little because somewhere inside he cared about her opinion but he also valued her honesty.

— Just don't be offended. It was once upon a time. From the next meeting this badge disappears completely. She laughed nervously. — If you feel like there will be next time.

— I think I'll see you at the café at this time next week — he said and turned around.

A smile appeared on his face. So he quickly hid his face in his scarf. It was as if he wanted to hide from the world the fact that he was happy. He felt like he was falling into something he didn't understand. A new possibility was calling to him. This time he really wanted to meet the person he was going on a date with. He was no longer passive. He wanted to act and try because he believed it was worth it.

The falling snow no longer seemed as bad to Tsukishima as it did before.

[Reader] took a few steps away, then glanced back. It seemed to her that Tsukishima's step was livelier than before. Blond hair flowed in the frosty air as he put on his headphones. She smiled involuntarily. However, she quickly recollected herself. A job in college council was waiting.

***

Kei passed various stands selling yakiniku, soba and ramen. He made a mental note of where he planned to return later for food. Each part of the festival area was distinguished by a different colour of lanterns. Thanks to this and the handy map, it was easy to find selected attractions.

Tsukishima spotted his girlfriend in a traditional yukata from afar. He liked the theme she chose. Even the hairstyle was unusual.

He wanted to surprise her by emerging from behind one of the booths but she was talking to someone she knew. She looked like an older student. He had no intention of eavesdropping but when he heard his name, he took a few steps closer, intrigued.

— So when are you going to break up with him? The hardest part is already behind you.

— That's what I wanted to talk about…— [Reader] nervously laced her fingers together.

The boy felt a cold sweat break out on him. He had the impression that he had misheard.

— Listen, I knew from the beginning that you would win the bet. — Senpai put her arm around her. — A place in the council is already waiting. As soon as you're done with him, we'll go for a drink and I'll arrange a meeting to get you off to a good start...

Tsukishima emerged from his hiding place. The initial shock was replaced by pain and anger. It all came down to the same thing again. Everyone wanted to use him.

— But I don't want to break up with him! — The girl finally managed to get her words out.

— Think about it some more. And now I think someone wants to talk to you. I will not disturb you. — Up close, Kei recognized Saeko, the college president.

[Reader] quickly turned towards him.

— So a bet, huh? Should I feel honored to be targeted? — he blurted out.

— It's not like that...

— How then? You started dating me to win a bet, am I right?

He desperately clung to the remnants of hope that this was some big misunderstanding and that everything would be clear in a moment.

— Yes but...

— Anything else I should know?

— I know I'm guilty but I have to say it. — Tears gathered in her eyes. — I'm so sorry. I thought you were an asshole. The truth is, I was the idiot for selfishly taking advantage of you. But it was only like that at the beginning, that's why I told Saeko-senpai that I wasn't going to break up with you. I'm asking for one more chance.

— What does that change? Why should I believe you? — Bile rose in his throat.

Every word tasted bitter.

— Because I really fell in love with you — she said, covering her mouth with her hand.

She let out a quiet sob.

Several people turned their heads towards them. They looked at him with strange expressions, although no one said anything.

This was not how he had imagined this confession. They had been dating for a while but neither of them could bring themselves to say those important words. And now she threw them. He really wanted to hear them, even though he was afraid of them. But now they paled in the face of the lie that stung him to the core.

The girl waited for any reaction from him. The seconds seemed to stretch. She felt deaf, even though she should have been able to hear the sounds of the festival. Tears blinded her, blurring her vision. Even the spring wind that froze her no longer mattered. A feeling of guilt, previously pushed to the margins, settled inside.

Kei turned and left.

Just like that, without any words, he disappeared into the crowd of people.

***

Tsukishima didn't want to admit to himself why he ran out of his apartment at two in the morning. It was raining heavily. His favorite sweatshirt was soaked. The lenses of his glasses fogged up. It was dark. In addition, buses in this area did not run at such late hours.

Yet he was heading to a well-known block of flats. He made it three blocks, a traffic light, and an intersection. Right, left, then two skyscrapers. Raindrops hit the leaves of the trees. Water flowed down the crooked sidewalk. He felt water in his socks. Sneakers were the first shoes he got his hands on when he went out. Not the best for this weather.

He entered the code for the staircase. He didn't get into the elevator. He jumped several stairs at a time. Volleyball toughened him up for running. The rapid pulse and ringing in his ears showed that he was nervous. He felt as if the door had opened up in front of him too quickly. He hesitated. The hand stopped halfway to the bell.

A quiet voice told him to leave it alone. After all, they haven't seen each other for a week. His departure was a clear signal, why would he undo it? Yet he couldn't ride the subway, pass a café, or go to class without thinking about her. He cared like never before.

The door opened.

He stopped dead in his tracks, dripping with water.

She looked him straight in the eye as if she understood what he felt. They couldn't be far from each other. The lie tasted sick and nasty but not as bad as the distance between them.

He took a breath.

— Lets try again. — He leaned forward in a bow. — Tsukishima Kei, we're in the same major. I like dinosaurs, volleyball and strawberry cake. Sometimes I run in the rain at 2 a.m. across the city to go on a date.

— [Reader]. — She responded with the same bow. — I did something stupid recently and I'm going to fix it. I heard they sell a nice cake at the 24-hour shop around the corner. There will probably be some tea, too. — She smiled.

He knew that Kei from Karasuno High would never forgive a lie but he wasn't that person anymore.

There have always been second chances in volleyball. Correction of errors, posture and position. As long as the ball was in the game, anything could happen. The match lasted as long as the players cared about the goal. Others patted him on the back more than once if the block failed.

[Reader] seemed better to him than the national competition. She made him feel things he never knew existed. She was worth the risk. So he did what volleyball players do. He got up to play another set, regardless of defeat.

— Sounds like a good start to a relationship. — He smiled.

It wasn't a sarcastic smile. He didn't hide it under a scarf either.

The girl closed the door. She grabbed his hand and they walked into the night.

To get to know each other again.