#finally had one last conversation with my mom. phone call. fucked up my whole day and now I'm crying so that's great.

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Aim for the Sky Part 9 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You were trying your best to enjoy the countdown to the arrival of the baby, but your emotions were all over the place. Even on your birthday, you couldn't tell if you were excited or anxious. Bradley planned to surprise you with something special, but he got a different kind of surprise instead.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, swearing, injury while pregnant

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Your parents' departure after Christmas left you antsy and anxious, and you knew Bradley could tell. All the talk about them potentially moving to California had you on edge, especially since everything was beginning to feel very real now. Your due date was creeping closer and closer, and you were starting to remember one solidly scary fact on an hourly basis now: neither you nor Bradley had any clue how to take care of a baby.

Your husband was so excited, it wasn't like you could feasibly bring up this topic of conversation. Every time you tried, he reminded you that he had watched dozens of Youtube videos. He told you that your parents were always just a call away. He assured you that if he was ever going to be successful at anything, it would be taking care of Rosie.

"I'm ready for the Nugget, Baby Girl," he told you as you got dressed to go out to the Hard Deck on New Year's Eve. He was already wearing the pink shirt you gave him for Christmas. The tiny matching one was tucked away in the closet in the nursery which brought a tear to your eye.

"I know you are," you sniffed, "but I'm still scared." You'd had a headache for the last few days, and food just hadn't sounded appealing to you. Your belly was getting enormous as your third trimester wore on, and everything was tender. "She'll be here so soon."

Bradley looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, his eyes lighting up as he smiled. "Eleven more weeks, but who's counting? Not me," he said, holding up his phone which had a 'Countdown to Rose' background on the screen. When you didn't even smile, he sighed and said, "I know you're nervous, Sweetheart. I get moments where I'm really nervous, too."

You pressed your lips together and tried to hold back the tears. You already knew how much he struggled with coming to terms with becoming a parent when he hadn't had either of his for such a long time. "The whole thing is going to hurt. And then we have to figure out what to do with an actual baby. Like this is going to be way different from nursing Tramp back to health. And I suddenly feel like I'm going to be terrible at this."

He had you in his arms immediately, and you were trying not to get your smeared makeup on his pink shirt. "It might hurt, but I'll be with you the whole time. And then I swear I'll take care of everything right afterwards so you don't have to. I'm planning on taking a few days off from work after Rosie gets here, and you can relax and be an amazing mom while I clean and take care of everything else."

You looked up at him as a tear slid down your cheek. "You're going to cook, Roo?" you asked, finally breaking into a smile.

His eyes went wide, and his lips parted wordlessly. You laughed at the worried look on his face even as you cried a little bit more. "Well, we can figure that part out. Or maybe you can freeze some dinners? I don't think I should be cooking."

"I agree," you hiccuped, wrapping your arms around him awkwardly with your belly in the way.

You were quiet for a bit before Bradley finally asked, "Would you rather stay home tonight?"

Of course you'd rather stay home. Nothing sounded as good as your bed these days. That was where he fucked you until you weren't horny anymore and then let you fall asleep in his arms while he read to you from the Nugget notebook. "No, I want to go out and see everyone," you told him, because you knew he wanted to go out. "We can sleep in tomorrow and do nothing."

He kissed the top of your head and murmured, "It'll be a relaxing week since we're going out for your birthday on Friday night."

"Are we?" you asked, suddenly feeling excited that he always remembered your day and made it special. "Where?"

"Hot sauce restaurant," he whispered. "And maybe a little something extra."

"A cake?" you gasped.

Bradley laughed as he wiped away your tears. "You want a cake? I'll get you a cake, Baby Girl. Anything you want."

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The Hard Deck was absolutely packed for New Year's Eve, and Bradley was getting worried that someone was going to bump into you. He tried to get you and your bottle of Gatorade tucked safely between his body and Nat's, but there were people shoving through the crowd in every direction.

"I've never seen it this crowded before," you said over the music. You'd just been talking to Jake about three feet away, but Bradley could only pay attention to anyone who looked drunk and unsteady on their feet while he sipped his own beer cautiously.

"Seriously," he replied. "Penny and Jimmy look panicked. That new bartender looks like she's going to cry."

You scanned the room, taking a small step away from him and Nat, and that's when you got bumped. "What the fuck, man?" Bradley shouted to some guy he'd never seen before when you stumbled back against him. "Watch where the fuck you're going."

"I'm fine, Roo," you assured him with your hand on his bicep, but Bradley glared daggers at him until he was out of your vicinity.

"You might be fine, but I want you to be safe and comfortable," he snarled, finally looking down at your pretty face as your straw rested on your lip. "I want you to feel as perfect as you look." Just then someone else bumped you into him, and his fingers curled into a fist.

You reached for his hand and shook it until his fingers uncurled and were laced with yours. "I want to tell you to stop, but you're seriously turning me on right now," you moaned, eyes glued to his face as your pupils grew wide. "Like a lot."

Bradley closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his body reacted to your words and the look you were giving him. His hand came to rest gently on your bump, stroking you through your shirt. You looked incredible right now, and you even tasted and smelled impossibly sweet to him. "It's way too early to leave," he rasped, glancing down your shirt as you took another sip of Gatorade. "But when we do, I promise you'll be well taken care of."

"Mmkay, Daddy," you replied, kissing his neck while Nat made an animated gagging face behind you.

"I was going to ask if either of you wanted to play darts with me, but not if you're going to start doing that all night," she said, but you were already bouncing with excitement. 

"I want to play!" you told her, shoving your drink into Bradley's free hand.

Nat grimaced but said, "Okay, fine. But only because you look happy, and the endorphins are probably good for the baby."

For the next forty-five minutes, Bradley acted as a human fence, trying to block anyone from jostling you while you and his best friends played darts. "You want to play, Roo?" you asked him at one point, holding up three darts in his direction.

"Who's going to guard you and Rosie if I play?" he asked, glaring at a woman who came tripping in your direction.

"She'll be fine," Nat told him, but he just shook his head and let you play. This was actually exhausting. He knew he'd be tired once the baby was born, but he hadn't been anticipating starting his protective duties this early. Soon he'd have his wife and his daughter to look after. Not that he minded. He was already living for it, but he didn't want to mess anything up. Your nerves were evident earlier as your hormones were constantly fluctuating, but he wasn't sure he had an excuse here.

"Are you listening?" you asked, patting his abs with the back of your hand. He could feel your engagement ring through his new shirt which made him smile unexpectedly. "It's almost midnight."

"Oh. Should we head home?" he asked, hoping he could get you out of here unscathed. The bar was getting a little wild now.

"Let's stay for the countdown and then head out. Get me a ginger ale?"

He grunted in response, looking for someone responsible to leave you with while he fought his way to the bar, but Bob was already gone on his deployment. Maria hadn't even come out tonight, and Cam was wasted. Bradley glanced at Jake and Cat who were looking quite cozy off in the corner, and he led you in that direction with his hands on your shoulders. "Stay with them," he told you, clearly interrupting the couple as you tried to dig your feet in.

"Hey, Angel," Jake said with a smirk. He had Cat's lipstick on his face and his arm around her waist, but he didn't seem too upset that Bradley dumped you there.

"Can you look after my wife while I get her something to drink? It's a little rough in here tonight. If anyone touches her, just punch them."

"I don't need a babysitter," you complained, but he kissed your forehead as Jake made room for you to stand against the wall.

"Yes, you do. I'll be right back."

Bradley fought his way up to the bar where everyone was reaching for the plastic champagne flutes that Jimmy was pouring. Penny saw him and immediately got him another beer, but he had to lean in and ask, "Can I get a ginger ale too, Pen?"

She shot him a little smile as she reached for the soda gun and a pint glass, and Bradley turned back to check on your current status. This time next year, you and he would be cozy at home with Rose, and there was nothing that could possibly make him want to be out for the night. A soft smile found his lips as he thought about coaxing his daughter to sleep and holding her against his chest while you and he watched New Year's Rockin' Eve on TV with Tramp on the area rug.

"Hey, handsome, you wanna buy me a drink?"

Bradley let his gaze shift down to the woman next to him, and he shook his head as she reached for his hand. "Absolutely not," he replied immediately, annoyed that someone was making his quest to get this drink and get back to you longer than it needed to be. He handed Penny ten dollars and grabbed your ginger ale before heading toward the back corner where you were waiting for him, safe and sound.

"Seriously, as soon as midnight hits, we're out of here, Sweetheart."

You sipped your soda and said, "Whatever you want."

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It turned out you and Bradley wanted the same thing. He had you both undressed by the time you got to your bedroom, and then the two of you stumbled into the bathroom, laughing between kisses. He tasted like beer, and his two day old stubble was rough, and you wanted him so badly you were aching for it. But he took the time to light two of the candles you left near the bathtub for when you wanted to take a relaxing bath, his hard cock bobbing as he walked. 

"I'm setting the mood," he whispered with a smile, the scars on his face intriguingly handsome in the candlelight.

"Bradley, I'm always in the mood at the moment," you reminded him. You could probably handle him four times a day right now if he could manage it.

"Just let me try to be romantic," he whined, pressing your butt against the edge of the vanity before spinning you around to face the mirror. "I want to romantically fuck the shit out of you."

Your giggles turned to moans as he guided himself deep into your pussy before stroking your clit with one sure fingertip and bracing his hand on the vanity next to yours. His abs were hard against your back, and his pelvic bones were sharp, digging into your rear end. He pulled out a few inches before thrusting deep once again with a delicious snap of his hips. His eyes looked impossibly dark reflecting in the mirror as he watched your breasts bounce as he repeated that same thrust once again.

"Look at you," he crooned softly, leaning in to kiss the shell of your ear as he fucked you a little faster. "Oh my god."

He dragged his big hand up from your clit to cup your belly softly, kissing along your neck as you already felt yourself pulsing around him. Those rough fingers soon found your nipple, and you gasped, "Bradley," which just seemed to egg him on.

He was sucking on your neck and murmuring sweetly incoherent nothings. "Baby Girl, these tits. Gonna love them. My fucking god. Massive."

Where you just saw stretch marks and oversized body parts, he saw something that made him go feral for you right now. Your boobs were so tender, but there was something about the way he was grabbing at you that made you just want more. His voice was deep as his teeth grazed your skin, fingers kneading into the side of your breast as you clenched around his cock which was once again shoved deep inside your pussy.

"Your nipples look fucking huge," he whined, his hips starting to stutter after each fluid movement. "Do you see this?" he asked, hand sliding up the valley between your breasts to grab your chin and aim your eyes upwards until you were studying yourself. Your lips were parted, and he was right, your breasts did look pretty incredible as the candle light flickered. And somehow your swollen belly looked almost cute as he slammed into you from behind and groaned your name. "I did this to you," he whispered, hand resting over your belly button. "But the rest of it is just how fucking sexy you are. I can't get enough."

When you met his wild gaze in the mirror, you let your head tip back to his shoulder, maintaining eye contact as you started to come. He held you tight to his body as his hips met your butt and his cock stroked you exactly how you needed him to. "Oh fuck," you gasped, legs starting to shake as you got closer.

"Good girl," he crooned next to your ear, his mustache prickling your skin as your eyes closed. He fucked you through your orgasm, voice mingling with yours, and before you know it, you were standing there panting while his cum dripped down your inner thighs.

You were a little dizzy, but he kept a firm hold on you as he kissed and tasted your neck, cheek and shoulder. His fingers were stroking your furled nipples, and your skin was on fire with pleasurable little aftershocks that you didn't want to stop. But you were so tired, you needed to get off your feet.

"Roo."

Maybe it was how you said it, or maybe it was the use of that pet name in general, but he seemed to know exactly what you needed with just that one word. He helped you to the toilet and cleaned up your legs while you used it. He brushed his teeth while you did yours, and then he waited for you to remove your contacts and wash your face before leading you to bed. When he climbed in next to you, he kissed your lips and let you get as comfortable as you could before whispering, "I love you both." You were asleep before he turned off his lamp.

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Leading up to Friday, Bradley kept trying to sneak off to confirm the plans he made for your birthday. But when he tried to call the lounge in Del Mar first thing in the morning, nobody answered, and if he tried later in the day, there was always an interruption. And that interruption was usually you. On Thursday evening, he finally managed to sneak away to the garage where he planned on working out as soon as he made the phone call.

Once he verified that you were nowhere in sight or within earshot, he had his phone pressed to his ear. When someone answered, he quickly said, "Hi, this is Bradley Bradshaw. I just wanted to confirm my rental agreement for the rooftop space for tomorrow night. I have the hour-long private event planned."

"Yes, sir. The space and the DJ are all yours from nine to ten o'clock tomorrow night."

"Great," he replied, head still on a swivel even though he was pretty sure you were doing a load of laundry inside the house. That's when you came strolling into the garage with a snack in your hand, and he quickly ended the call after a muttered thank you. "Hey," he told you as he awkwardly tossed his phone onto the tool bench and picked up one of his dumbbells.

You stood there in one of his old, stretched out tee shirts and a pair of maternity shorts and chewed on an unsalted pretzel. "Who were you talking to?" you asked. He should have known he wasn't going to get away with you not noticing.

"Uh... nobody," he muttered, and you raised one eyebrow in response. He sighed. "I don't want to tell you, because it's a surprise for your birthday tomorrow, okay?"

You smiled and told him, "Okay, Roo. No worries." You bit into another pretzel, and Bradley realized how tired you looked.

"Did you finish eating dinner?"

"No," you replied softly. "I just want a few pretzels. I have like no appetite."

Your next appointment with Dr. Morris was coming up in a week, and he had been wondering if it was bad that you hadn't gained really any weight since before Christmas. Work had been very busy for you the past few days with the arrival of some sort of new scientific equipment that completely baffled him. You were exhausted after one round of sex now, which was definitely a change of pace from a month ago. He almost blushed when he thought about how the two of you spent your first wedding anniversary.

"I think you need to eat something with some substance or protein or something, Sweetheart."

"I can't," you snapped. "Everything else makes me feel awful. You should try being pregnant, Bradley. It kind of sucks."

He didn't know how to respond, because the last thing he wanted to do was piss you off the night before your birthday. "Okay. Well, will you let me know if I can get you anything?"

You nodded as you chewed up another pretzel before yawning. "I came out to watch you get all sweaty for a minute before I head to bed."

"In that case," he said, laying back on his bench, "let me get started, birthday girl."

You were smiling again as he unlocked his barbell and got to work.

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You woke up on your birthday to the feel of Bradley's hand on your hip and his voice in your ear, slowly coaxing you from your dream. "Happy birthday, Sweetheart." You rolled over and were met with his brown eyes and his messy bed head, and he collected you in his arms. "It's my second favorite day of the year."

His body was warm, and the last thing you wanted to do was go to work today. "Pretty soon it will be your third favorite day of the year," you croaked. When his brow furrowed, you guided his hand to your belly and said, "Don't even try to tell me the Nugget's birthday won't surpass it."

Your husband shook his head. "It'll be a tie," he whispered, kissing your forehead as the baby thumped around. "Hey, Rosie is saying happy birthday, too!"

You moaned softly. "Rosie is hungry but doesn't seem to like any foods right now."

Bradley ran his fingers along your cheek before kissing that spot. "I'm hoping the hot sauce restaurant will hit the spot for you tonight. Plus I have a fun surprise for afterwards."

It was worth a try. Hot sauce was one of the only things that didn't sound disgusting to you at the moment. In fact, Bradley poured you a little bowl of your favorite kind for you to dip your granola bar into while he made some coffee, and you did feel a bit better. Your stomach gurgled as he plopped down onto the piano bench to play the birthday song and sing to you. 

As ridiculous as he looked sitting there in his boxer briefs with his hair still a mess, you knew you could never love someone the way you loved him. He was going to be such a good dad. He already built the playset and had the nursery almost ready. He had a countdown going on his phone. He picked out an outfit for the baby to wear home from the hospital. And he took care of you all the time.

"I love you, Roo," you promised, wrapping him up in a hug and kissing along the gray hairs at his temple. "I can't wait for dinner later."

As soon as you were dressed in your hideous maternity tent, Bradley drove both of you to work, and you found yourself stifling yawn after yawn. You were beginning to doubt that you could make it through work let alone a whole date night, but you didn't want to tell him that. Not when he was playing your favorite songs and holding your hand while he drove. Not when he had his arm draped over your shoulders as he walked you all the way up to your office and kissed you like his life depended on it.

"I love you," he murmured before dropping down to one knee to press a kiss to your bump. "Be extra nice to Mommy today, little Nugget." You could feel her squirm around as she seemed to recognize his voice. "She's got a busy day planned for her birthday."

Then he was back on his feet, zipping his flight suit up fully, and with one last kiss, he was heading toward the elevators.

After just an hour in the lab, it was evident that the granola bar and hot sauce had not been enough for breakfast. You desperately wanted to sneak back to your office and dig around in your snack reserve in your desk to take the edge off if you could. You were currently waging a war between being hungry and simultaneously appalled by food.

"Are you okay?" Cat asked, nudging your arm with her elbow as Bickel droned on about the equipment that was on loan from Lemoore's engineering department. He was hoping that in the next two months, you and the others would be able to help him build a more streamlined interface for the F/A-18s. It wasn't that you weren't interested, because you were. You just couldn't focus very well at the moment.

"I'm fine," you told Cat who gave you side eye but stood quietly next to you. It would have been beneficial to have taken your birthday off and spent it in bed, but it was too late for that.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Bickel finally stopped talking, but then he called your name. You met his gaze and realized he looked very excited.

"Yes, sir?" you asked him, taking a step forward. You felt awful. Even the sound of your boot squeaking on the floor set your teeth on edge. Your head had begun to pound at some point in the morning, and now it felt like your brain was attacking your skull.

"Come help me test it out," he said, his voice grating on your nerves in a way it never had before.

Your next step was a bit of a stumble, and you tried to reach for the edge of the counter. You were going to throw up. The urge to gag left you reeling, searching for something to hold onto. Cat was calling your name as Bickel's eyes went wide, but when you reached for him, your hand caught on the instrumentation instead. It hurt a lot, but it didn't hurt nearly as much as your knee connecting with the cabinet. You needed someone to reach you before you hit the floor, but you weren't that lucky. You wrapped your arm around your belly the best you could, but as soon as you hit the floor, you were met with blackness.

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Bradley didn't really need practice dogfighting, but it certainly was fun anyway. Especially when he was up against Jake late in the morning. The taunting was comical and getting more absurd by the minute.

"Hey, Hangman, why don't you hang it up, man. You're done," he said as he shot the other pilot down for the third time in a row.

"Lay an egg, birdman," came the response through his helmet that made him chuckle.

Bradley was just pulling up on his throttle to gain some altitude and go again when he heard Maverick's voice crackle through his helmet. 

"Wheels on the tarmac. Both of you. Rooster first, then Hangman." The tone of his voice left Bradley wondering what was going on. The weather was beautiful, and he was actually enjoying this exercise immensely. In a few hours, he'd be feeding you anything you wanted off the dinner menu at your favorite restaurant before indulging you in your very own, private silent disco.

But as soon as he touched down and started to taxi back toward the hangar, he saw Maverick and Nat running his way. Then he heard her voice through his helmet. "Open your canopy. You need to get out now. Your wife is in the emergency room."

A chill colder than ice shot through his body. Something was wrong with you or the baby, and he hadn't been there to help you. "What?" he gasped, saliva starting to pool at the back of his tongue, making it hard to swallow. "What happened?"

Nat didn't respond, but as soon as his jet came to a stop, she had his ladder ready for him. The rush of fresh air that hit him as his canopy opened did nothing to make him feel better as she shouted for him to climb down. Something happened to one of his girls. He hadn't been there. As soon as he was able to control his body, he climbed down as quickly as he could, skipping the last few rungs. When Nat reached for his hand, he could see the alarmed look in her eyes, and he started crying.

"What happened?" he asked again, but she just pulled her car keys from her pocket while she grasped his hand, and he ran with her to the parking garage.

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Omg, why am I doing this? I hope Nat can drive fast. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 10

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Shinazugawa-sensei is homophobic

(I wrote this to be silly so it's just a quick thing with little substance. Set in the Kimetsu academy au)

Genya awkwardly looked up from his homework at Sanemi. He was waiting for Sanemi to be finished with some paperwork before they went home. “I'm dating someone.” He said.

Sanemi glared at him over his paperwork. “So?”

“His name is Tanjiro Kamado.” Genya said. He knew his brother didn't like Tanjiro but his brother didn't like most people.

Sanemi sneered. “I don't want to hear about that. That's fucking gross. Keep that shit to yourself.”

Genya rolled his eyes. He knew that Sanemi wouldn't be happy to hear he was dating Tanjiro. “You're such a homophobic jerk.” Genya said, jokingly.

“Yeah. I hate gay people. They're shitty.” Sanemi said, rolling his eyes. “And I don't want to hear about your stupid so called boyfriend.”

Genya laughed quietly. Sanemi was gay himself and definitely not homophobic. “So you hate me!? Your own brother!?” He asked with an overly dramatic tone.

“Yes. Get back to doing your damn homework you stupid faggot.”

Unknown to the two eldest Shinazugawa brothers, a student (*cough* Murata *cough*) had been coming by to ask Sanemi a math related question and had overheard the two brothers' conversation.

And now said student was not a gossip but he did tell a few people about how he felt bad for Genya and word spread over the weekend that Genya was stuck with a homophobic older brother.

Granted, most people already felt bad for Genya because he was related to Sanemi. But to know that Sanemi was homophobic and Genya was gay? It was… well surprising? People weren't sure but it was fun to gossip.

On Monday, Genya couldn't help but to feel like people were looking at him. He liked to believe it was because he was holding Tanjiro's hand that morning but he had been doing it everyday last week.

Plus they were looking at him like they felt bad. It was like the archery award thing again.

By lunch it was Zenitsu who finally revealed what was going on.

“Genya, I knew your brother was a jerk but I never thought he would be homophobic.” Zenitsu said as he sat down next to Inosuke.

“Huh?” Genya looked at him, confused.

“What are you talking about?” Tanjiro asked.

“Why is the evil math teacher scared of homes?” Inosuke commented.

“I guess someone overheard your brother being homophobic towards you for dating Tanjiro. That he even called you the f word. The whole school's been talking about it.” Zenitsu explained as he started to eat.

Genya's face paled. “The whole school..?”

Zenitsu nodded. “Yeah. Did he really call you the f word?” He asked.

“Uh…” Genya was quiet for a moment. “Well… yes? But that's normal.”

“Genya, your brother shouldn't be calling you that.” Tanjiro huffed. “That's not okay!”

“For real. I know he's dick but I think there's a line.” Zenitsu agreed.

Genya sighed. “He's not homophobic. He's literally gay.”

“You can be gay and homophobic though. I've seen the memes.” Inosuke said.

Genya snorted. “But he's not. Someone probably overheard us being us and assumed the worst.”

“Oh. Good.” Tanjiro said with a smile. “I would have fought Shinazugawa-sensei if he was actually homophobic. And now that you mention it, I'm not surprised he's queer.”

Genya blushed. “Uh…” He had no idea how to respond to such a weirdly sweet and scary comment.

“Stop being gay right in front of my salad.” Zenitsu said. “...wait Shinazugawa-sensei is gay?? I thought him and Kocho-sensei were a thing?!”

“No. Well, they dated when they were in high school for like a month. I have the trauma of seeing them in the middle of fooling around one day when my mom and I took my younger siblings to the park and I forgot my phone…” Genya blushed at the memory. It was so embarrassing to think about. Him and Sanemi shared a room at the time so that was where his phone had been.

Zenitsu's face perked up. “You've seen Kocho-sensei's..”

“Finish that sentence and I'll kill you, Agatsuma.” Shinobu appeared almost as if out of nowhere.

Zenitsu nodded silently.

Shinobu looked at Genya with a smirk. “Heard that your brother was homophobic. Makes sense that he hates himself.” She said.

Genya laughed. “Wasn't it your sister that caused him to turn gay?” He sneered. Were he and Shinobu friends? Maybe. Did they share the bond of being witnesses to the weirdness that was Sanemi dating Kanae? Yes.

“At least she never fooled around with Tomika-sensei.” Shinobu said.

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke all looked shocked by the words out of their upper classmate's mouth.

Genya nodded. “Fair enough. You got him there.”

“Tomioka and Shinazugawa..?” Tanjiro questioned.

Genya smiled at Tanjiro. “You'd find out sooner or later but yeah. They've been dating for about a year now.”

“Huh.” Tanjiro said, clearly processing it.

“Yet they still make out in empty classrooms like teenagers. Too bad someone told Murata to take some papers to Kocho-sensei in that very room.” Shinobu said with a chuckle.

“You're evil. When Sanemi finds out you're behind it, you're dead.” Genya said.

Shinobu shrugged. “Oh I doubt he'd be able to catch me.”

[unclewaynemunson]

Pt2 to this post. At this point it looks like there’ll be 4 parts in total :)

Robin is basically seething with rage when she walks into Thatcher Tire before the start of her own shift at Family Video. After a month of Steve being happier than she had ever seen him before, he showed up on her doorstep on the verge of tears last night. She had to listen to him talk about Eddie until well after midnight. About Eddie, who had apparently only been “fucking around” with him for the past month, while Steve was falling head-over-heels for him.

Robin liked Eddie, of course she did. But one part of her had not even been surprised about this turn of events. It was the part of her that had never fully trusted Eddie – the part she had tried her very best to shut up because she didn't want to believe in the possibility of it being right.

It was the part of her that had been warning her that something about Eddie and Steve seemed off right from the beginning: how Steve was falling, with complete faith and no safety net, while Eddie was... Well, it wasn't like he was actively mean or cruel in any way. It wasn't like he seemed to be using Steve or like he wasn't really into him. None of that. But there had always been this something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Now she finally knows what it was.

She has dozens of questions ready to fire at him. Did he ever even notice how fragile Steve really is, underneath those leftover pieces from his high school days? How lonely he is? Does he even know how badly that boy wants to be loved? Does he know how much it broke Robin's heart when she couldn't give that love to Steve in the way he wanted her to? Will it break Eddie's heart, too, when he realizes what he has done to Steve? Or did he already know, all this time? Has he just been playing some cruel game for a whole fucking month?

So she barges into the garage and marches purposefully towards the backroom with her battle baret all dusted off for the occasion, ready to tell Eddie exactly what she thinks of him. But she stops in her tracks when she hears Eddie's voice emerge from the room, sounding like he's already caught up in some kind of heated conversation himself.

'Right?! I mean, can you believe this shit?! He just shows up with goddamn flowers like we're – like we're actually together or some shit!'

It's silent for a while and it takes Robin a few seconds to realize that he must be on the phone.

'He's hot, okay?' Eddie continues, in a voice that could best be described as distressed. 'And the kids like him, he's cute, there was no reason not to say yes when he asked me out. But it was never supposed to – we were just supposed to have some fun and leave it at that.' He actually sounds like he's on the verge of tears by now.

'Because this was never the fucking plan!' he answers a question asked from the other end of the line. 'If he's gonna continue like this, all sweet and caring and giving me flowers and shit... I'm gonna fall in love with him, Jeff, I'm serious! I don't even know why he's doing this – he probably just wants to know that he can, you know. Give his ego a little boost and laugh at me when he finds out it's actually working. It's cruel, it's really fucking cruel.'

There's another beat of silence.

'You're a lifesaver,' Eddie then says. 'And bring that one ice cream, you know the one, with the pecan and the – exactly! And maybe some of your mom's chocolate pie if she still has – thank you, my hero. Oh, and don't forget to say hi to your mom from me.'

While Eddie hangs the phone back on the hook, Robin takes her final step around the corner.

'Is that really what you think of him?'

Eddie jumps up when he sees Robin standing in the doorway, her arms crossed in front of her chest and one of her most scathing looks on her face.

'What the hell, Buck? Were you eavesdropping on my phone call?'

'You really think he's the cruel one?' she repeats, ignoring his indignant question. 'Then why did he show up at my door yesterday night looking like a heap of misery and telling me how his boyfriend turned out to only have been his hookup all this time?'

'Look, Buckley, I – wait, what?'

'What?'

'His what now?'

And the utterly confused look on his face tells her more than enough. He didn't know, she realizes. He truly didn't know what Steve felt for him.

'You fucking dummy!'

'I – what did you just call me?'

'A dummy.' Okay, it's not exactly the best insult she ever came up with, but she has no choice but to double down on it now.

'No, earlier, you – you said – his boyfriend,' Eddie stutters out.

Robin merely shoots him an unimpressed glance.

'Steve thought we were boyfriends?!' he exclaims in a shrill voice. He looks at her like she just dropped some news about Vecna returning to Hawkins.

'Do you really have to look that disgusted about it?'

'No, I wasn't – Are you playing some kind of twisted prank on me here?'

'Do I look like this is a prank?'

He narrows his eyes at her. 'But... Why the hell would he want us to be boyfriends?'

'Because he liked you, you idiot!' she yells at him. 'Because he asked you out and you said yes and you were nice to him! Because he basically had those obnoxious little pink hearts floating around his head whenever you were together! Because you treated him with more kindness and respect than any girl he's ever dated before – well, until he wanted to celebrate your anniversary and you basically told him to fuck off when he wanted to take care of you while you were sick! Which you clearly aren't, by the way!'

'Don't be ridiculous here,' Eddie shoots back at her. 'Why would he ever want me to be his boyfriend?'

'Because – are you even listening to me?! Because he's in love with you!'

'Come on, Robin, you can't actually believe that,' he says, a tensed chuckle coloring the end of the sentence. 'He's Steve Harrington.' And he says that name in such a snide tone that it makes Robin flinch on her best friend's behalf.

'I mean, sure, he's fallen from his throne and all that,' he continues, 'but no one really changes that much. He was a dick! Don't you remember how he treated your band friends? Don't you remember how completely invisible you were to him? Don't you remember the names he called people like us? All the people he'd knock down to lift himself up?'

She doesn't avert her gaze, but only lifts her chin.

'You don't need to remind me,' she tells Eddie, trying her very best to sound as calm as possible. 'I remember. But I also remember how he snuck the most nerdy kids I ever met into the back of our ice cream store to let them watch movies for free. And I remember how he stuffed them with free ice cream when nobody was watching. I remember how he spent hours giving Dustin advice about his girlfriend – the advice was terrible, frankly, but that's not the point, it was well-meant.' No, stop, don't get distracted, she sternly tells herself, steering back to the topic at hand.

'I remember how he did everything in his power to get Dustin and Erica to safety when we all got caught in a goddamn nightmare. I remember how he almost died taking a bunch of punches for me.' She takes a quick breath before she goes on. 'I remember how he broke down in my arms because he felt so guilty about the person he used to be, the people he hurt when he was this asshole teenage boy doing asshole teenage boy shit. I remember how dumb he felt when he didn't get into any colleges again, I remember how scared he was when he figured out he liked boys, I remember how you were the one who made him finally feel some self-worth again when you guys started dating... And you know what else I remember? How you broke his heart yesterday. So you don't have to tell me what a dick he is, Eddie Munson. If you need to point fingers and call someone a dick so bad, don't you dare come for Steve. You better look in the mirror for that.'

Pt3 is here!

(Edit: it's actually 5 parts now. You can read the whole thing on ao3 here)

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school bus love (5)

synopsis: it’s high time to throw caution to the wind, don’t you think?

pairing: teen!toji fushiguro x teen!f!reader

warnings: none.

a/n: i just wanted to say that I absolutely adore all the comments saying this drabble series is making you nostalgic. besides me telling you all a bit about myself, the main goal really was to create a slice of life piece that makes people reminisce their school days xo

part 4

today was momentous.

freedom was teasing her, dangling sweet summer fruits and the smell of sea salt in front of her. she gritted her teeth, her wrist aching as she frantically wrote the final few sentences of her last question. the clock was ticking, and it would all be over soon.

three.

two.

one…

“that’s it, everyone! time’s up!”

she had never packed up her things so fast in her life, practically shoving her way through the throng of students gathering outside the exam hall. all she could think about was feeling the warm sun on her skin and seeing the patches of blue between the jagged white clouds. today marked the final exam she had to sit, and she was now completely free for the summer.

in a exactly a week’s time, she would be sunning herself on the beach, swimming through crystal-clear waters, and snacking on crunchy slices of watermelon in the shade of palm trees with her best friends. in a week’s time, she would be back home for a whole month, a prospect that should make her buzz with excitement, if not for the nagging reminder of just one thing.

she wouldn’t be seeing toji.

they’d had a handful of conversations over the past three weeks, but nothing more had progressed. she still wasn’t sure if he really liked her, and she was starting to become convinced that she had to cut her losses. it was becoming exhausting overanalyzing toji’s every word, trying to decipher any hidden meanings in his messages and figuring out times when he might have been glancing at her too.

the chase was quite boring without much progress to show for it, and it was a hard pill to swallow that toji probably just wasn’t into her the way she wanted him to be.

she put her headphones and tuned out the world – and all thoughts of toji – attempting to bask in the sheer relief of having finished her exams, which had all gone relatively well. later that night, after pampering herself with an extra self-care routine in the shower, she called her friends for a celebratory gaming session. naturally, she aired out her frustrations about her gorgeous boy.

“i’m just worried the conversation is gonna completely fizzle out, ya know?” she ranted, rapidly clicking her mouse buttons. “it’s not like we’ll be on the bus together anymore.”

“oh my god, girl. i literally agree with your mom,” asa suddenly snapped, taking her aback in shock. “why don’t you just ask him on a date right now?”

“r-right now?” she sputtered. “i can’t do that.”

“why not? if he says no, then you’ll know if he doesn’t like you, and you can move on,” morgoth hummed, a rare voice of reason for once.

that was a whole lot easier said than done.

could she even do something so bold? she doubted she was courageous enough for something like that, and she was still clinging to her little girl dream of being asked out by a boy on her first date. her heart started to pound as it battled with her mind, her soul watching the back and forth she was having within herself.

suddenly, a thread snapped, and the raging waves stilled as if nothing had ever happened.

fuck it.

she left the game, earning cries of protest and anger from her friends, and whipped open her notes app on her phone. if she thought too much, she would chicken out and change her mind. after typing a dozen variations of how she was going to phrase the message, she finally settled on one and quickly copied and pasted it into their snapchat conversation.

hey toji, are you free by any chance to hang out tomorrow? x

and hit send.

oh…

she hit send.

she.

hit.

send.

“holy fucking shit,” she whispered incredulously, a sense of dread spreading from her head to her toes.

morgoth grunted, “what happened now?”

“i just asked toji out on a date tomorrow,” she replied, voice cracking with electric nerves.

her friends both sputtered and coughed at the same time. “fuck off, no you didn’t,” asa said, obviously shell-shocked with a hint of excitement. “tomorrow?!”

“what do you mean ‘fuck off’?! you told me to do it,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and rocking back and forth on her bed.

“hah! well, what did you say?”

“i just asked him if he wanted to hang out tomorrow, and i put an ‘x’ at end to kind of… i don’t know, flirt i guess?”

her friends both cackled, and heat rose to her chest and face.

toji fushiguro is typing…

she gasped, more so screamed, “guys, fuck! oh my god, oh my god! he’s typing.”

“that was quick,” commented morgoth under his breath.

toji fushiguro has sent you a chat!

another shrill gasp. “guys, he replied!”

“leave it!” asa giggled, his giddiness infectious and making her laughter bubble out of her chest. “don’t be a desperate bitch.”

“fuck you, he replied quick! I’m not gonna just sit here and wait.”

toji fushiguro: yeah should be free for a bit tomorrow, when were you thinking?

oh my.

oh my…

“what’s he saying, huh?” asa giggled again.

“something good, i guess. her breathing suddenly got quicker,” morgoth chuckled, his laughter reverberating through his microphone.

hmm not sure haha, whenever you’re free i guess, i’m free all day tomorrow

play it cool. play it cool, goddamn it.

toji fushiguro: yeah, what about some time in the afternoon sure?

yeah sweet, does 4 sound okay or is that too late?

toji fushiguro: yeah 4 should be sweet, sounds good

aight, where do you wanna go? i still don’t know the good places to go to lmao

toji fushiguro: tbh i have no idea, sure like let’s just see when we meet up what you’re feeling

“hehe, guys, he says it’s up to what i’m feeling.”

ahaha ok then, where do you wanna meet up then?

toji fushiguro: oh yeah shit, uh you know where like the big wheel kinda is at the seafront? we could meet up there if you want?

the ferris wheel ahaha?

toji fushiguro: yeah the big wheel ahahah, literally the most recognizable place i could think of in town

haha ok no worries, i’ll see you tomorrow then, i’ll text you when i get there :)

toji fushiguro: yeah see you tomorrow x

she wasn’t a physical being limited to the confines of her bedroom anymore. no, she was limitless and infinite, soaring with ravens among the indigo clouds of twilight, her heart leaping with every sudden dip of their wings. life was good, life was meaningful, and holy shit. toji fushiguro had agreed to go on her very first date ever with her.

“guys.”

“what?”

“he sent me an ‘x’, and we’re going on a date tomorrow.”

p.s: fun fact, these are the actual text messages i sent to my boyfriend the day i asked him out :3

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Just A Nobody | Mabel

Pairing: Mabel x reader

Warnings: mentions of substance abuse and addiction, swearing

Summary: You never wanted to return to New Bedford, but when your dad relapses, you’re forced to go back for the summer and work to earn some money to pay for his rehab.

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Two weeks ago, everything was perfect. I had an English degree in my bag and I had been granted an internship at one of the most prestigious publishing houses in New York. Life was looking up, and I thought I’d finally made it, but then my dad’s best friend Dan called and everything went to shit again.

“Your dad relapsed,” he’d said. “Almost died. . . Can’t afford rehab.”

I don’t remember much of the conversation, but it turned my whole world upside down and now I’m back in Bedford when I thought I’d never have to return to this godforsaken town.

My dad relapsed for the first time in three years, finding comfort at the bottom of a bottle, and just like it’s always been, it’s my responsibility to see to it that he gets the help he needs because there is no one else to look after him. 

I have no siblings, and my mom left when I was ten, leaving me with abandonment and trust issues for the rest of my life.

The only reason I got into college in the first place is because I worked my ass off to land a full ride scholarship, but look where that got me now. Nowhere. I’m back to square one, and now I have to work on a fishing boat of all places for the rest of the summer to pay for my dad’s fucking rehab.

When I called him after Dan broke the news to me, he cried on the phone and apologized profusely and told me not to come back and that he’d manage on his own somehow, but I can’t just leave him to his own devices because he’ll never be able to make it on his own.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my dad, and after my mom left, he tried his best to give me the life I deserved, but his sorrow caught up with him and turned him into a shell of a human being. 

He lost his job because of his drinking when I was fifteen, which forced me to get a job earlier than anyone else I know all while making sure my grade stayed up so I could eventually get out of this place and live my life the way I wanted to. And I did. For the last four years, I lived the life I always dreamed of, but now I’m back and I hate it.

There’s a good chance the internship in New York was my only chance to leave my old life behind for good, but that chance has passed me by now and I don’t know what I’m going to do by the end of the summer.

Charlie clearing his throat next to me snaps me out of my thoughts and I look up to see him and the other’s looking at me expectantly.

“Huh?”

“What do you want to drink?” Charlie asks, jutting his chin out in the direction of the bar where the bartender is also looking at me with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, uh…” I don’t drink. Never have and probably never will because I’ve seen what it’s done to my dad, and I read that addiction can be hereditary. “Just some water, please,” I say quietly, making everyone groan and laugh.

“Water? The fuck is wrong with you?” Skeemo teases, clapping me on the back.

I just shrug and avert my eyes, feeling grateful when Tom comes to my defence a moment later.

“Just let it go, guys,” he says and when our eyes meet, his lips quirk up in an encouraging smile.

Since I met him two days ago, he hasn’t said much, but I’ve noticed that he’s taken a liking to me, treating me the same way he treats Charlie.

Speaking of Charlie, this whole thing was his idea. We know each other from college because we share a few classes, and two weeks ago, when he heard about me looking for a job for the summer, he roped me into joining him on Tom’s boat.

Now, I know he couldn’t have known that the boat would go down the very first night we set out, but I’m still mad at him for it. I’ve never liked being out on the ocean because deep down, it terrifies me, but that’s not why I’m mad. No, I’m mad because I’ve never been as sea sick as I was when we were huddled up in that life raft last night.

I’m also afraid of heights, and the helicopter ride the coast guard granted us back to safety was my idea of hell. While the others laughed in disbelief that we’d survived our ship going down, I was clinging to my seat and trying not to look out of the window.

I’m still shaken about what happened, and I bet a drink would soothe me, but I’m not about to start searching for comfort in a bottle.

Costa moves across the bar to fumble with the juke box in the corner of the room while the others start playing a drinking game. A moment later, INXS’s New Sensation starts playing, and Costa starts singing and dancing with his beer bottle in his hand, making everyone laugh and join in one by one.

I don’t get up to dance, and I don’t sing either, but I do smile a little at how ridiculous this whole situation is.

We could have died last night, and yet, we didn’t. We’re here and even though we don’t have a boat to go out fishing any more, we’re all happy to be alive. 

Once the song ends, we move to the leather chairs and couches in front of the fireplace.

I curl up in my spot on the couch and take a sip of water from my bottle before setting it aside and burying my hands in my lap.

Costa and Nunes go back and forth, yapping excitedly about the helicopter flight until a pause in conversation prompts Skeemo to start chanting, “Not dead yet!”

It’s just as bad as Costa’s singing earlier, but the other’s seem to eat it up and in no time even Tom is chanting it.

I, however, stay quiet, but just like before, I can’t help but smile a little.

That is until the door to the bar swings open and a serious looking guy in a sleek suit comes stalking in. He looks to be in his fifties and has gray hair. His face is clean shaven and I raise an eyebrow because he looks very out of place amongst the other patrons.

What is he doing here? Who is he?

His eyes dart around, his nose wrinkling ever so slightly in distaste until he zero’s in on Charlie who’s sitting next to me.

Charlie doesn’t notice him, too busy still chanting with the others, and I’m about to nudge him, but then the door opens again and in walks a young woman.

Her dark hair is pulled into a low bun, with a few strands of hair framing her face, and even though she looks as out of place as the business guy, what with her nice denim jacket and her graceful demeanor, she seems to know her way around the place and she’s quick to make her way over to us.

“Skeemo!”

Skeemo looks up and smiles widely, making me narrow my eyes.

Are they together?

No, Skeemo is way too old for her. Or is he? I have no idea how old she is, but she doesn’t seem to be older than me, or Charlie.

Either way, she’s out of his league if I dare say so myself.

“Mabel Black Label!” Skeemo gets up and goes to hug her, but she shifts back with a tight lipped smile.

Okay, so they’re not a thing.

I don’t know why that makes my stomach flutter pleasantly, but I try to ignore it as best as I can.

This is not a time to get a crush, no matter how beautiful this Mabel girl is. 

Still, I can’t help but watch the two of them with a faint smile, but that smile vanishes instantly when I see her handing Skeemo something that looks a lot like drugs.

Great, so she’s a dealer, and Skeemo is apparently an addict. It’s none of my business though.

I look away and bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to think too much about what I just saw.

“Dad, hey…” Charlie stops chanting and freezes when his eyes land on the business man.

That’s his dad? Huh.

The others fall silent as well and Tom turns in his seat to greet his half brother's dad. “Hi Mr. Sykes. You want a beer?”

I cringe because Mr. Sykes looks like beer is the last thing on his mind.

“No,” he snaps unsurprisingly, a frown on his face. “I don’t want a beer, Tom. It’s eleven o’clock in the morning.” 

Oop, looks like there’s no lost love between those two.

“Charlie, what the hell did you do to your hair?” Mr. Sykes asks, turning his attention to his son who gets out of his seat to placate his dad.

I take my bottle of water again and take a sip, quietly watching the scene unfold in front of me.

“Dad, we’re just celebrating. We had a rough night.” he says, completely ignoring the question about his new buzz cut.

“Yeah, I know!” Mr. Sykes shoots back. “Your mother is going out of her mind, worrying about you.”

I must admit, even though I’m not his biggest fan, I can see where he’s coming from. We did almost die last night, and he and his wife are rightfully worried about Charlie.

“Did she ask about me? I was in danger, too,” Tom pipes up, and whether or not he means it or he just said it to lighten the mood, I don’t know.

It does make some of the guys chuckle though, but their amusement dies right back down when Mr. Sykes sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“I didn’t like this idea from the start, but now you’ve had your taste and you can come clerk with me for the rest of the summer.”

Charlie shakes his head and says, “Dad, no. I’m going back again,” which makes me look away in thought.

Bitterness threatens to creep into the pit of my stomach, because what Mr. Sykes just said reminded me of the internship I had to pass up on just to work here and I can’t believe Charlie would choose this over being at his dad’s law firm for the summer.

But then again, it’s his choice and who am I to judge him for it. At least he has a choice, and he’s doing what makes him happy, unlike me who has to be here.

Mr. Sykes and Charlie go back and forth, bickering about Charlie getting into law school while I lean back and chew on my bottom lip, trying to figure out what I’m going to do now that we no longer have a ship, or site, if you want to call it that.

I need a job, and I need it fast if I’m going to pay for my dad’s rehab and even though I know nothing will pay as well as fishing, I still need a job.

Maybe I’ll go down to the docks later and ask around there, or I’ll just go into town and try to find a job at a cafe, or a restaurant.

Lost in thought, I completely tune out Charlie, Mr. Sykes and Tom, who’s somehow a part of the conversation now, too, but then I feel eyes on me which makes me pause and look up. 

Mabel, who’s still standing next to Skeemo, is looking right at me, and at first I subtly glance around, thinking she might not be looking at me at all, but rather something behind me, but she is, which makes me return her gaze. 

Her face is unreadable, but her dark eyes shine with interest, and I shift nervously in my seat.

Why’s she looking at me? Did I miss something?

The other’s are still focused on Charlie and his dad, so I doubt I did miss something, but it still leaves me questioning why she’s looking at me.

I’m not that interesting, am I? I mean, I haven’t even said anything since ordering my water.

“Dad, I’m 22 years old,” Charlie argues when his dad tells him he doesn’t want him to fish.

“And I’d like to see you make it to 23,” Mr. Sykes shoots back. “Wise up!”

It makes everyone flinch, but before he can say anything else, Mabel stops staring at me and turns to him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Hey!”

Mr. Sykes freezes for a moment before turning his head to look at her, his jaw clenched.

“These guys almost drowned last night. You should be hugging your boy, not yelling at him,” she says calmly which, much to my surprise, makes Mr. Sykes deflate. ”Just saying,” she adds, shrugging and smiling the tiniest of satisfied smiles which makes my stomach flutter. 

Oh no…

Mr. Sykes runs his hand down his face and lets out a deep breath. “Okay, uh, I’m late for a meeting.” He turns to leave, but stops and looks back at Charlie, adding, “Go see your mother, please. She’s worried about you.”

Charlie nods solemnly and then he’s gone, making Tom chuck a bottle cap at Charlie.

“Law school?” he asks with raised eyebrows and Charlie shrugs.

I knew he got into law school because I helped him apply, even though I knew he wasn’t really interested in going in the first place. What I didn’t know, however, is that Tom doesn’t know.

Costa lets out an impressed whistle, eliciting a round of laughs before Mabel speaks up again, this time with a mischievous glint in her curious eyes. “So, you’re gonna learn to sue people and shit?”

Charlie chuckles and nods. “I guess, yeah,” he says, which makes her smile. Then, her eyes shift over to me, and I pause with my water bottle half way to my mouth when she asks, “And what about you? What do you do?”

“Me?” I ask, dumbfounded that she actually wants to know because I’m literally just a nobody.

“Yes, you,” she says with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile playing on her lips.

“I–Uh–” I honestly don’t know what to say. I was going to go to New York to hopefully become an author someday, but now that future is as nonexistent as Charlie’s desire to actually become a lawyer. 

Speaking of Charlie…

“Y/N is a writer!” he says excitedly. “And a brilliant one at that! Won all the prizes in college and had top grades in every class.”

Mabel’s face lights up while I feel the tips of my ears turning red. “Really?” she asks, a genuine smile on her face now.

I nod sheepishly, only to blush even more when she tilts her head, stating, “You don’t talk much, do you?”

I go to reply, but Charlie beats me to it once again, “Not really, no.”

The others agree with teasing shoves even though I’ve known them for just a little over a day now, making me wish the ground would swallow me whole.

It’s true, I’m not the most extroverted person, but Charlie didn’t have to put me on the spot like that, now, did he?

Seemingly taking pity on me, Mabel’s smile softens and she says, “Don’t worry, it’s cute,” before pulling out her phone and answering an incoming call.

It’s… cute?

My heart skips a beat and Charlie shoots me a teasing look which makes me kick his chin.

Mabel stays on her phone for a couple moments before hanging up and turning back to us. “Right, so this was really fun, guys, but I have to go.” 

A murmured chorus of bye goes around the group and before long, Mabel leaves. Not without shooting me one last indecipherable look though.

Oh God. . .

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I lied! I am back, but updates will come out slowly for the time being ❤️

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this first part of my new story.

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There's posts about more sincere and more immediate and far more personally impacting problems to make right now... But this has been eating at me for days...

Since new years I had been debating telling my sister I go by he/they pronouns now, because I got a very passive aggressive "she lives" when I texted her happy birthday and merry x-mas [our birthdays are mid November and I wasn't expecting a response, I don't remember when she texted, but she's decidedly been the one not returning my texts, not the other way around, I have only texted her to say happy birthday or merry x-mas for years now, but ignore that for now]

Whatever, she seems to have finally accepted that she's allowed to text me and call me, but not know where I live or verbally abuse me AND that she's actually still going choose to talk to me. [She's allowed not to, I was only texting her because last I heard she wanted to talk to me and just wasn't responding, the last conversation we had was amicable and then I got dead air since fighting with mom]

So she's sent me all these pictures of her life to show off to me and pictures of the kids, and I am relieved she didn't use pronouns when referring to Obi at all, and that Obi looks like a boy in the clothes and haircut in the photos, because I am pretty sure Obi is trans and my sister had previously been with a really transphobic dickhead.

But there was no definitive acknowledging of gender and I FELT like she should have super heard from my mother [who lives with her now] that I do not use she/her pronouns. My mother has only been paying lip-service to being anything but transphobic all along.

So I'm like... the 4th of january and I'm like "hey, btw I use they/them or he/him now"

She just says 'okay'

Like cool. No biggy. I'm starting to wonder if I can ask for Obi's pronouns without starting shit...

She texts me all these photos of this gambling game, saying "i think I won XD"

And basically the whole conversation becomes me very cautiously asking questions while trying not to sound like I am judging her at all, to figure out how bad this is... Because if my sister senses judgement from me at all, her RDS will kick in and she'll clam up and not speak to me anymore.

So I cautiously ask her if she knows how much money she put into it.

She says 1k. But she says she's won 3-4k, despite not being able tot give me exact numbers.

Cautiously, I try to point out that if gambling apps were designed to just let you multiply your money long term, they would go out of business... Because the screen grabs imply this is something she plays often, like all the time, and she says she's chasing out money consistently...

I say that isn't really how gambling works and she's just like "Uh that's literally how it works"

I try to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it's a game you play against other people and there's skill involved so it isn't just 'random' chance in a digital algorithm they control against the company taking your money, right? Like she's more clever than people give her credit for maybe she's just good at it???

I look it up.

It's slots.

It's a slots game.

The only responses I get from her now sound like she's trying to advertise this casino game to me.

I could hope her phone has been hijacked by a bot but the thing is I know she's like this.

She's always ended up in terrible debt over starry eyed notions about how money and systems work.

And I want to talk her into actually tracking, penny by penny, what she is putting in vs getting out of this, and that is not going to happen.

And I WANT to point out that if she put the money in a high interest savings account instead, she would have way more by now with no risk... But if I show off that I have saved up over 10k on a disability pension by being frugal with money, or if I point it out to my mom who constantly indulges shopping addictions because she says "there's no point trying to save up the man won't let us get ahead." ... I just fucking know that the next time they are in some kind of financial situation they'll be looking at my bank account and telling me that if I wasn't an asshole I'd be helping them out, and I just do not want to deal with that. I know that would piss me off so bad that I really will never speak to them again no matter what and with any boundary in place.

They already aren't allowed to know what city I live in.

Like "Hey sis so I am trans" ... "Okay check out my gambling addiction" ... WHERE DO YOU GO WITH THAT?

My mother fucking lives with her now and they SAY they are getting along, but I want to know what my mom fucking thinks of this... But I am not speaking to my mom again after last time, at least for a fucking while.

It's like she's trying to shove everything she can in my face to get me to say something that sounds judgemental or like tough love so she can justify her beliefs that I hate her.

How do you GENUINELY believe that mobile slot games are designed for you to quadruple your money on a regular basis?

I keep thinking maybe she's changed, or grown up a little or matured, or learned something... And then she's yelling insults at me because I tried to point out the flaw in a judgement call like this.

[blaaaaask]

This is madness

Hear me out, this was what my head canon was for new Willy Wonka:

Willy Wonka is played by Ben Affleck

Ever since he inherited the factory from the previous 'Willy Wonka' he has been on a downward spiral of hell. Trying to get a new 'Willy Wonka' to take his place is impossible in this modern era because children suck, and each year he attempts a 'golden ticket' tour to the factory in hopes that one day he can fucking retire by finding the perfect child to con into taking on the business.

Harrison Ford is Charlie's grandpa.

I don't remember Grandpa's name, so we're going with Grandpa Ford.

~Charlie has no other grandparents because they're all divorced or dead.

~Charlie (I don't know child actors so pick whatever you want) sometimes visits Grandpa Ford but not super often which spurs Grandpa Ford to want to plan a fun trip to bond with his grandson.

~Grandpa Ford thinks the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory is super cool and so he keeps buying candy bars until he gets the Golden Ticket.

~Scene where Ford is like 'Charlie, look, we get to go to the Chocolate Factory!' but Charlie is on his iPad screaming about Roblox. By the time Charlie hears him, he's like 'Grandpa, that's so unkewl, why the heck would I want to go to a factory? Can't you just give me money for Robucks?" (Is that what it's called? Lol)

~Charlie is forced to go

~WonkaFleck has everyone sign papers. There is at least 1 parent who is trying to read through it all, but their child is throwing a tantrum so they end up saying 'fuck it' and signing it.

~The whole group of odd people have their mini solo scenes including:

-Kid who is allergic to Blue Dye 4000 and like, totally eats something very artificially blue because their parent is too busy on dating apps to pay attention. This kid doesn't make it far. They balloon up so much kid would need like, 20 epipens or something. WonkaFleck like 'not my problem you signed the papers saying you would be responsible for your own actions here'

~Kid who literally touches everything. EVERYTHING. EVERY. THING. You? Touched. Food? Touched. Machine? Touched. WonkaFleck gets kind of rage-y and tells this kid 'NO. STOP.' But kid's mom is a tiger mom and she jumps in and rips into Wonka about "we do not use the word 'no' in our household" and "how dare he think he can parent her child?" They do not last.

~One kid who stands uncomfortably close to people and stares. STARING. And everytime you try to speak to them they don't talk back, they just stare harder. Unblinking. WonkaFleck does not think he can withstand that level of terror in his life, so when the lights flick off (which is actually quite common in this facility) he boots the child into a candy flattener and we all know where that's going.

~We discover that Grandpa Ford is incredibly useful in the tour because he is one of the few people who can read things in cursive.

~At least 5-10 of the kids go around with phones and ipads taking FaceTimes of all the trade secrets and business practices.

~Wonkafleck trying to stop them by putting a ban on electronics, but they don't listen or they steal back their phones/items and their parents are like 'lol kids will be kids, am I right?'

~Grandpa Ford is at least respectable and had forced Charlie NOT to bring any electronics on the trip. The child cries like, 99/100 times the other kids have their electronics out, though.

~Wonkafleck finally destroys all electronics in one of his many rooms of weird shit.

~Grandpa Ford is incredibly good at storytelling, conversing, and trying to help resolve the problems of the children even though their problems are incredibly petty. Wonkafleck is undeniably sad that Grandpa Ford is pushing 90s or he would have forced him to take over the factory.

~Oompa loompas are actually regular people just wearing bright orange haz vests because gotta practice safety, yo

~But also they realize the factory is like, 4 million degrees in some spots and WonkaFleck is like 'sorry, this is a big place, I can't afford air in here'

~Also one room a chocolate "water tower" breaks because of these bad safety protocols and takes out half the tourist group but WonkaFleck is like 'do I look like I give a damn?'

~Grandpa Ford and Charlie do get into a little trouble by taking some candy, but it's because Grandpa Ford wants to 'take a little piece with him' to remember the trip by. Charlie just like 'uh huh, okay grandpa.' Doesn't question it.

~By the end, everyone be dead but Charlie and Grandpa Ford. But Wonkafleck is like 'you guys stole shit.'

~Charlie, realizing he means the candy, takes it out of his pocket and gives it back to Wonkafleck and is like 'here you go, mister.'

~Wonkafleck, totally moved by the fact that this child did something respectable, decides this is it. This might be the child to take over the helm of the factory. He's like "Charlie, since you were honest I'm going to give you a wonderful deal. Take this factory from me. You can inherit everything."

~Grandpa Ford like "oh wow, factory" totes bamboozled

~Charlie like, "No thanks, mister, I don't want it."

~Wonkafleck, almost loses his shit, barely holding on by a thread, is like "what you mean you don't want this factory???"

~Charlie says "I don't really like candy. I like energy drinks. And Robucks."

~Everyone is like 'flmlenwgngegbagbwgeljage'

~Grandpa Ford says, "Charlie, you can buy those things with the money you make from the factory."

~Charlie gives grandpa a weird look. "Why would I want to work for money when I can just ask for it??"

~Wonkafleck woes his fucking life. He rages a bit, then motherfuckin' skips outta the scene and jumps into a hot air balloon to reach the highest peak of the city so he can scream for all eternity.

~The End

What I actually thought after I saw the real trailer for Willy Wonka:

Wow I am totally off, lol.

[malicedragoness]

Finally realized why I’ve been such a depressed mess lately. May 3rd will be two years since my dad passed away.

Mid April his health started declining. And around this particular time is when he was admitted to the hospital. Each day my mom would send text messages on his condition and what the doctors were saying. None of it was good.

Some of his vertebrae were collapsed in his lower spine. Sclerosis in his liver and his blood infection came back with a vengeance. He had mini strokes which threw his infections to his joints, spine, brain, heart, and lungs.

I remember calling my mom after that text message and asked her if he was going to die.

She sounded so confidant that he was going to be all right. The doctors were taking care of him and they had treatment plans set up for him. It assuaged me at that time.

And little did I know, that my mom and I were in denial. Because two days later is when they called her and said that he’s not responding. A whole cup of blood shifted to one side of his brain.

When rushed to the hospital and when I saw my dad, I knew he couldn’t be saved. But my mom and uncles refused to accept that answer. It took the hospital getting a brain surgeon on the phone to explain that he could do the risky surgery. But even if he survived he would be in a vegetative state. That’s something my dad wouldn’t want, so we elected to let him go.

I was also three months pregnant at that time and going through health issues with that pregnancy. And having to deal with my dad passing made me emotional, bitter, depressed, and angry at the world. I felt cheated that he wouldn’t get to see his second grandson. (We didn’t even know I was having a boy at that time.)

And my daughter Sigourney was only four at that time. My dad was her favorite person. And trying to explain to an innocent child that has no concept of death was heartbreaking and difficult. All we could tell her was “Paw is at the doctor. He isn’t feeling well and won’t be able to come home anymore, sweetie.”

That whole year was so traumatizing for her. I wanted to take that pain away from her so bad. Everytime she would hear the doorbell, she would get excited thinking it was him. And then burst into tears when it wasn’t him.

Eventually, she understood he was gone and wouldn’t be coming back. But then anytime my mom or myself went to the doctor she would get scared and plead with us to not go. She would cry and say “I don’t want you to leave me! You won’t come back!” It took a long time for her to realize that we wouldn’t disappear if we went to the doctor. Every now and then she gets teary eyed thinking about my dad. But she’s doing better now.

Last year I didn’t cry when his one year anniversary of his death came around. I just wanted it to be a normal day like any other and just think about happy memories of him. I avoided all phone calls and texts of people checking up on me. I didn’t want to repeat the same conversation over and over again and hear how sorry everyone was about his passing.

I went through that when he died and it drove me crazy. I remember wanting to vomit when I got another phone call right after another one. That ball of dread of having to repeat what was going on, how long he was in the hospital, how he died, and everything made me nauseous and upset. I texted my husband I was turning my phone off so I could get away from everyone’s fucking “I’m sorrys”.

And I didn’t want to go through that on his one year anniversary. But now this year, I’ve been a crying, depressive mess.

My brother finally brought his urn over to my house yesterday, and it’s like it hit me all over again.

I may take some time away, most likely just this week, to get my bearings together. I miss my dad. I wish he could’ve seen my son. I wish he could see my kids grow up. He was so excited to be a grandfather and he only got to do it for four years. It’s not fair. Sigourney and Donatello are gonna grow up and not get to have his love the whole time. Donnie doesn’t even know who he is and will never know what his voice sounds like.

I miss him so much.

[blondrichclosetwitch]

God about Blond 1/17/17

Om Nama Shivaya.

It’s you, God?

I’m having fear in my heart.

I can feel that Blond is trying to drive me crazy.

It’s true that every single one of those calls that Katie said was from Blond, was from Blond? Katie didn’t catch that the email from Steven Snow was one of Blond’s somehow, i don’t know why she didn’t catch it.

I mean i had him in my phone already, so i guess i just need to insist to talking on the phone, is that what i need to do?

And then Katie will be able to always know.

Ok. that’s what i’ll do. But regardless....i am feeling myself start to break down....and i need help. (starts crying) i need help.

You are telling me to go to the book.

(She reads the passage of the day from a Jesus book from her mom.)

But I’m out of money ( laughs through tears) And i have to take the cat to the vet today. She’s in pain, and i didn’t know it.

Is Blond possessed with darkness?

I’m afraid to ask.....but i will.

Did she miscarry last night?

(long pause)

So the baby is gone.

Was that your doing? (She sighs) Will she leave me alone now? (long pause)

Yeah i hear you.

Is she gonna find You?

Her journey starts now.

She’s gonna have a long journey like i did.

Ohhhh today's tuesday so i read the wrong day (she goes back to the book)

You know i’ve been saying psalm 23 alot. It’s pretty powerful. I think what i’m starting to realize, ..and of course katie has been a real ...bridge..but it’s made me realize...what a powerful protector you are.

And then, i was on the phone with Steel the other night and he told me that when he was 16, his aunt, i think, made him memorize psalm 91 ..so i have that pulled up on my computer. And...i’m starting to realize that...having your presence in my life, even though i can’t explain it to anyone around me...i mean i’m starting to a little bit, you know.

But can i ask you what i should do about her, though?

Random said—i asked him and he said i should text her,..get abrasive, but that’s Random. The death doula’s whole thing was send her with love, and I’m taking a break from her, cause i just think i need to do this alone. And I know she’s bonded to you, and i get that. But i don’t think, i think having my own conversations with my guides is the way to go.

What do you think my next step is? You know i emailed Laurie. Do i just keep silent at this point?

Did Jakk file for divorce? Did they go to the lawyer yesterday?

“Yes they did file for divorce.”

They did. What do you think the next step is?

You want me to go to Lonnie next?

Email him? Tell him about my psychic opening?

Is there anything i’m supposed to—Jakk is hearing these conversations i’m having with him? Because of the connection to Katie.

(from what i understood, because katie was his past-life wife, they were able to communicate) Is he staying in the apartment while the divorce is being finalized?

Does he have a letter at lafayette for me?

( Gets distracted, fucks with phone)

I don’t know what I was looking for , wait what were we talking about? “The letter at Lafayette”

Sorry i didn’t mean to get distracted. Should i go there and get it? ...........

What is the miscarriage....going to do to her? give her a sense of compassion? Make her realize...

So the pregnancy is gone. Like, it’s gone.

Yeah, it’s gone.

Had she already made an insta post about being pregnant? She had?

I wonder if i can see it.

Does he realize she needs to be put into a mental hospital?

I think i understand.

You say that she should ease off though. That she should stop. I feel like it’s gonna be ......yeah, well maybe that’s the sign you’re giving me. I get it. That makes sense. (receiving transmission)

I understand that, you know.....but can we do it in a less stressful way. That’s all i ask. That’s all i’m asking....ok?

I need the stress to calm down.

(End of tape)

[erwinsvow]

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

summary: uncle eren comes to visit.

warnings: step-cest, jealousy, manipulation, hints of verbal/emotional abuse + touch of dubcon to con, reader feels guilty, grinding/dry-humping, overstimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

author's note: part two of sole salvation. i really hope everyone enjoys this! the warnings are just to be on the safe side as i do not want to accidentally trigger anyone, please feel free to message me if you want to ask about something before reading.

tagging @sangwoos-mom & @divine-delight :)

If Zeke didn’t want my interest to get piqued, Eren thinks to himself as he watches you stroll away, off to get him to a fresh cup of lemonade, he should have kept his mouth shut.

When his brother had mentioned his new fiancee had a daughter, Eren had supposed it would be some spoiled, bratty kid. After all, he had met your mother once before, and he didn’t think that kind of a woman could raise someone even remotely well-behaved.

So given that, he was more than pleasantly surprised the first time he met you. It was all a shock, from the almost angelic way you float down the stairs to greet him, your soft skin and sweet smile, to the genuine look in your eyes when you tell him that you’re glad to finally meet him.

He still doesn’t know what Zeke did to deserve you in his life, the taste in his mouth a touch too bitter when he watches the way you look at his brother, even when your mom is in the same room. It’s dreamy, as though there’s no better way to spend your time and nothing better to think about than your step-father.

It’s a little unfair, Eren thinks, that Zeke has a sweet, doting little thing head over heels for him. It’s a little unfair that Zeke waited so long to invite him over, to introduce him to you. Maybe it was brotherly instinct, maybe he knew that once Eren met you, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else, just like it had been for Zeke.

Regardless of what it was, Eren knew one thing for certain. Sibling should always share.

It finally takes an unbearable conversation on the phone with your mother for an excuse, an opportunity to arise. The lie is taking hold in his head and spilling out of his mouth before he can even control it—“Yeah, the pipes burst and it’s just a mess, I called Zeke but his phone’s off- no, really? Just for the weekend, I promise- thank you, I’ll be over soon.”

His bag is packed and cock is twitching at the idea of getting you alone in that house, maybe when Zeke’s locked away in his office and your mother’s out shopping. It’s going to be a hot week, with almost intolerable heat, and he’s positive it’ll have you in revealing clothes (no doubt ones that his brother bought for you) and teensy swimsuits when you go for an afternoon swim.

That’s what he’s thinking of—the image of you soaked to the bone, wet hair and the thin, dripping material of your suit sticking to your skin—when he pulls into your driveway later that day.

It’s almost easy enough to miss the slight wobble in your steps, the way your clothes are just a little too wrinkled for someone that’s been sitting around the house all day.

But Eren notices it, of course, and doesn’t miss the way Zeke practically keeps one eye on you the entire day, no matter who he’s talking to, either.

Maybe if Eren was just a drop stupider, a bit less cunning, you and Zeke could get away with all of it, but he’s not. He thinks it’s his turn to have his fun with you.

Your mother’s even more intolerable than he remembers. He wonders how bad a family dinner could be, but this is much worse than he could have fathomed. It’s a whole host of things, like how she’s oblivious to the affair happening right under her nose and her small comments that have your lips trembling and eyes blinking away tears before they can fall.

Jeez. Eren had initially felt bad for himself, but he’s starting to wonder how you put up with it. Maybe fucking around with Zeke is your own way of getting revenge, payback for every ‘Why do you look so tired, it’s not like you’re the one working all day’ and ‘Don’t you have plans with friends, or are you just gonna bother your parents all day?’

By the time dinner ends, you’ve made your way to the kitchen almost automatically, putting away dishes and wiping counters without even being told, as Zeke gives your mother a cold, hard stare.

“Was all that really necessary?” his brother questions quietly, eyes fuming with anger yet still disguising his true reason for being upset.

“What?” your mother responds innocently, pretending as though she hadn’t said anything wrong. Eren watches the interaction carefully. He thinks it’d be better if he didn’t interject on a married couple’s little spat, but here he goes again, words out before he can control them. They’re spoken a bit louder than they needed to be, but he wants to make sure you hear them over the running water.

“I don’t know, she seems like a good girl to me, no? Maybe you should be easier on her.”

And a few feet away, in the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. Uncle Eren—who you’d only met once and heard about a handful of times, someone who doesn’t owe you anything, someone not even really related to you—defending you?

It was enough to make tears rush to your eyes again, a smile on your face as you rinse off the dishes.

Good girl. The words run through your head again, seemingly on repeat. They’re your two favorite words, enough to pick you up from the dark, sullen headspace you’re in as a result of your mother’s cruel phrases and Zeke’s stinging silence.

Zeke claims it’ll become too obvious, even to your clueless mother, if he always takes your side and speaks up for you, despite how much he wants to, he says. You’re so hopelessly gone, so devoted to him that you don’t think you have it in you to fight for it. The words he says when the two of you are alone, how he makes you feel and spoils you rotten makes up for it, right?

That’s what you’d been telling yourself all this time, but you’re not sure how much longer you can keep the act going. Does he think it’s easy to watch him walk into the bedroom he shares with your mother every night? To watch her kiss him goodbye, hold onto his arm in public, while you trail behind like a lost puppy?

It’s not actually revenge you’re aiming for, when you start greeting Eren in the morning brightly, walking straight on over to him in the living room rather than the kitchen where your step-father is. It’s closer to a plea for attention, like you’re waiting for Zeke to realize you can play at this game too.

Eren’s more than happy to indulge you, spending hours of the day beside you on the couch watching movies, or watering the lawn while you work on your garden, claiming that he just wants to help out around the house as much as he can. His weekend-long visit turns into a week, as the ‘good for nothing contractors are taking their sweet time.’

It’s terribly easy to make you believe every word he’s saying, with you even defending him when Zeke asks how much longer he’s planning on sticking around.

“He’s family,” you had argued valiantly, leaving your step-father with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw as he noticed Eren smiling behind you. For once, your mother had agreed with you, and Zeke was left with no choice.

It’s sunny and warm when Eren’s opportunity, the one he’s been waiting for patiently, appears. Your mother’s gone out again, this time to the salon, there’s that hour of time right after she’s left that you usually treasure, because you know there’s no chance she’ll be on her way back or call home.

It’s usually your favorite time of the day, when you know you can have Zeke all to yourself, and that’s what you’re thinking, when you hesitantly make your way to the door of his office.

Truly, you hadn’t meant to make Zeke angry, you just wanted to be there for Uncle Eren how he was there for you. You were ready to make up and forget about it now, dolled up in a new sundress that you hadn’t gotten a chance to wear yet. Zeke had bought it only weeks ago, before Uncle Eren’s sudden visit, and you thought he might like it if you wore it now.

Your hand has just reached the cool metal of the doorknob, just about to twist when you hear a ringing from inside the room, of Zeke’s phone going off.

You step back, knowing better than to interrupt one of his calls. You’re disheartened a little, mind wondering why he would schedule something when you and he both know this is your hour, your chance to be alone.

You make your way back downstairs, lingering on the last step and thinking about going back up in a few minutes, when Uncle Eren’s voice calls to you from the living room, making you jump a little.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, voice calm and quiet, a contrast to your thudding heart.

“That’s okay, Uncle Eren,” you say, and your head turns back to look in the direction of Zeke’s office inadvertently. “I was just-”

“Waiting for Daddy, huh?” Your lips part a little in surprise, confused by his implication. Though surely, Zeke wouldn’t have told Uncle Eren anything. No, he wouldn’t do that.

Right?

“I-I just needed to ask him something, but I think he’s on the phone with someone,” you say quietly, confused at Eren’s tone, the confidence with which he spoke those words, almost mockingly.

“Oh, yeah. He told me he’s busy all afternoon, something or other about work and a report-” Eren stops himself right when he notices your expression change, looking thoroughly upset that Zeke was busy when you were ripe for the taking. “He didn’t tell you about that?”

Fuel to the fire, maybe a bit too much, but Eren doesn’t care. Not as long as you keep it up, looking like a maimed little prey upon realizing that Daddy was too busy for you.

Yes, Eren was getting much better with the lying. It doesn’t even register to you to question his words, to go back up and double check, that Zeke might, in fact, be waiting for you to knock on his door at this very second.

Your feet find their way to the sofa, slumping down dejectedly, as Eren sits right next to you. It’s the way you two have been sitting for the past week, except he’s ready to take the risk. His hand finds your knee, thumb rubbing the soft skin as you let out a shaky breath, wiping away a stray tear.

“All afternoon?” comes your quiet voice, trembling at the mere notion that Zeke was upset with you. You hadn’t meant to take it this far, hadn’t thought he would be ignoring you just because you disagreed with something he said for the first time.

But your sadness is turning into something different when you look at the hungry, almost predatory way Uncle Eren is looking at you now.

“That’s what he said, sweetheart. Did you two have plans, or something?” It’s coming off nonchalant, or so he hopes, because every bone in his body is excited at the prospect before him, blood rushing to his hardening cock as he catches a glimpse of your exposed skin as you fiddle with the hem of your dress.

“N-no, I just… He always spends time with me when mom leaves. I just thought he would be free.”

It’s the sweet, lonely way you’re looking into his eyes, your own doe-like and watery, that tips him over the edge.

“Well, I can keep you company.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, baby. A sweet thing like you shouldn’t be left all alone… it’s not right, well, at least to me.”

“Yeah?” Eren nods his head, line between his lies and the truth blurring suddenly as you inch closer and closer to him.

“I wouldn’t treat you like that, if you were mine, you know-” and he can’t finish his sentence, because your hands are on the collar of his shirt and you’re shifting onto his lap, and your lips are on each other.

It’s stupid, you know, to be so easily guided by a few choice words, putty in virtually anyone’s hands if they say the right things and make you feel seen and heard, but you can’t stop now.

Eren’s tongue is in your mouth, your lips practically glued together as you feel his hands go under the soft cotton of your dress, exploring the supple skin of your thighs. It’s not long before his hands find your ass, squeezing and groping as moan into his mouth.

A sharp slap to your ass makes you yelp, pulling away for just a second before Eren’s hand is on the back of your neck, guiding you into a kiss again. You moan again, louder, when his teeth bite down on your lip just a little bit, when Eren finally pulls away.

“Can’t be too loud, remember, sweetheart? Daddy’s busy upstairs,” he says, somehow knowing exactly what would rile you up. The words act like a little shock running through your system, making you even more eager for Eren’s touch.

“Don’t care-!” you mewl, head going fuzzy when you feel Eren’s hard cock grind against your core, waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You’re still, Eren’s hand coming up to cover your mouth as he continues his rocking movement, making you moan against his hand.

Your eyes roll back when Eren increases his speed, and it’s silly, how the barely-there contact is making you shake, the coil in your stomach tense and unwinding, when Eren stops completely.

You whine loudly, muffled some by his hand, but not entirely, causing Eren to spank you again.

“I thought you were a good girl, hm? Don’t get bratty on me now,” he says, though he thinks it went in one ear and out the other as you come down from your incomplete high.

“I want-I want you, Uncle Eren, now-!” Another whine, another spank. You cry out again, until the fourth slap—which leaves your ass sore already from Eren’s heavy-handedness—silences you.

“Sweetheart, stop misbehaving or you’re not gonna get anything, okay?” he coos, fingers finding your chin and directing your face to look him in the eyes. They’re lust-blown too, and his hardness is still evident underneath your body, but your body’s inclined to follow his rules, despite how badly you want to cum.

“Yes, Uncle Eren,” you say softly, your squirming body finally stopping. Eren’s fingers find their way to the thin straps of your sundress, pulling them until they rest on your shoulder and expose your neck and collar to him.

“Tell me something, baby, did you wear this for me? Or for him?” The very mention of Zeke makes your body stiffen, but you’re still desperate for more and eager to please Uncle Eren.

“For you,” you mumble, wanting to just bury your head in the crook of Eren’s neck and feel him inside you, though you know you won’t get what you want that easily.

“Me? I’m so honored,” he says, letting out a laugh at how your body shakes in anticipation but you stay completely still. He wonders if Zeke had to teach you to be this obedient, or if it just comes to you naturally.

He thinks it’s the latter when he rolls his hips quickly, watching you squirm and bite your lip hard to keep quiet, another rush of pleasure coursing through you, though it’s not nearly enough.

“It’s okay, baby, you’ve been good enough to me, haven’t you?” he asks, and you nod your head quickly. “You deserve to feel good, don’t you?” You nod again and let out a shaky breath when Eren moves your hips with his hands, finally giving you the much-needed pressure on your clit.

“Why don’t you cum for me, baby, just like this? Mmh?” You’re letting out little squeals at each contact, hips moving faster and faster as Eren lays back and lets you use his cock as a toy to grind against. His head falls back at how good it feels, though he won’t let himself cum until he’s inside you.

You’re close again, stomach tensing again and that familiar feeling gathering inside your chest, making you feel warm all over as you speed up.

The breaking point is when Eren’s hands come to your chest, pulling down your dress and exposing your tits to the cool air. His fingers pinch one while his mouth finds the other, and suddenly you can’t keep quiet no matter how hard you try, moans spilling out your mouth as well as repeated cries of Uncle Eren, that sound sweet as sugar to Eren.

It’s when Eren starts bucking his hips up too, that you finally cum, a bolt of pleasure running through your entire body as he keeps going. You’re not entirely sure what kind of noises you’re making—everything seems to be muted and fuzzy as repeated shocks make you shake, Eren’s firm grip on your tits being the only thing that’s grounding you.

When you finally come down, forcing yourself away from Eren’s lap and legs pressed tightly together to calm your oversensitive cunt, there’s a lecherous look in Eren’s eyes. It’s screaming to you, silently, how he’s not done with you yet.

“Aw, baby, look how fast you came just from a little bit of humping. Are you that desperate, bunny? Is Daddy not taking care of you?”

Your face feels like it might be on fire, blood and heat rushing at the same time and burning quickly with shame at the realization that Eren knew all along, that he’s been playing this little game with you since his arrival and you never, not once, had the upper hand.

He feels more predatory than ever before, spreading your legs despite how your legs ache and your core is burning—even if you wanted more, you don’t think you could take it—but it doesn’t seem like Eren cares.

“U-uncle Eren, we shouldn’t- h-he might-” you start, but are cut off as Eren presses a finger to your lips.

“Sweetheart, isn’t that a little unfair? If you get to cum, and I don’t? Be a good girl and spread for me,” he says, and you feel your body comply automatically.

Your back’s on the couch now, Eren hovering over you. All it would take is a few steps in this direction after coming down the stairs for someone to find you, but you can hardly care when Eren’s shoving your dress up, exposing your panties and shoving them to the side, your wetness on display for him.

“One day, baby, when Daddy’s not here, I’m gonna fuck you stupid with my tongue—just not today,” and the words go straight to your head. Your heart thuds uncomfortably in your chest every time he mentions Zeke, a sense of guilt washing over you and replacing the pleasure you feel, but you forget all about it when you see Eren undos his pants and take out his hardened cock.

It’s plainly wrong to compare it to Zeke’s, and though it might not be longer, it’s definitely thicker, not as pretty but covered in throbbing veins that you can’t even imagine feeling inside you.

Eren’s about to grant your wish, running his cockhead over your sensitive clit once, twice, and just as you're expecting a third, he pushes inside of you.

A strangled, loud moan escapes your lips before he can cover your mouth again. It’s agonizing, not being able to make a sound as your step-uncle fucks you into the couch, movements picking up and a steady pace filling the room with obscene noises. You can’t see where the two of you are connected, since your eyes are locked with Eren’s pretty green ones, but you know you’re making a mess.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, every thrust stretching you out, you think he’s ruined your cunt for anyone else—but that’s exactly what he wants.

It’s silent, save for the heavy patter of Eren’s balls against your ass with each thrust, the sound of his hips knocking with yours. He’s trying to keep his grunts silent, but it’s getting harder and harder with the way you’re clenching around him, so tight and wet and soft, he wonders what his brother did to deserve someone like you—he wonders why he doesn’t spend every minute inside you.

Your sensitive cunt tightens around him, knowing only another few strokes and grazes on your clit will be enough to tip you into your second orgasm. Your shaky hand finds Eren’s, pulling his wrist away from your face and meeting his lips again, releasing muffled moans into his mouth.

You know he’s close too, from the way his pace picks up, and you pull away just for a second, just to say three words.

“Please, Uncle Eren.”

And it’s enough to make his hips stutter, enough to uncoil the knot in your tense stomach and have your orgasm washing over you, as you feel Eren fill your cunt with his hot cum. Your lips are on each other, the lewd squelching of his slowing thrusts matching the small squeaks you release, until he finally pulls out and your panties snap back over your leaking cunt.

It’s hard to catch your breath, from your position laying down, feeling your tight hole throb and Eren’s cum spill out, probably onto the sofa seat. You adjust the top of your dress, covering your tits and pulling one strap up. When you’re fixing the skirt, you feel Eren’s hands pull the other strap onto your shoulder, hands lingering on your exposed skin.

You shy away from looking at him, despite how his cum is still inside you. It feels too intimate, almost, because a part of you thinks you were taken advantage of, and another part of you doesn’t ever want Eren to leave you.

Eren’s fingers find your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze. You blink quickly, licking your swollen lips and biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

Neither of you speak, though you know what’s lingering in the air. You can tell he’s gotten what he wanted, and he’s going to leave, and yet you can’t stop yourself from speaking first, throat scratchy and dry and your words nothing more than a whisper.

“C-can I… did you- did you mean all those things you said? Before?”

And suddenly Eren understands everything, why you’re this way, why you need to be validated so badly, why his brother’s such a good match for you. He thinks he’d sacrifice anything too, like his marriage and a new life, just to make you happy.

“Of course I did, sweetheart. I meant every word of it.”

“Really?” There’s a soft smile on your lips, your eyes watery and he thinks it doesn’t have anything to do with how hard he fucked you.

“Yeah, I-”

“Well, what do we have here?” Zeke’s voice comes from behind you.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Father of Mine – 1/2

Character: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Summary: With the tragic passing of her mother, Y/N learns to the truth of who her father is. 

Word Count: 4,000+

Warnings: Family death, cancer, absent father, cremation 

A/N: The reader is described as tall in this fic. Bruce Wayne is 6′2 and I’m tall, so I’m indulging myself with no apologies. Read it or don’t. 

“Do you want to say anything before we…” the operator asked her.

“No,” Y/N answered quickly.

“Oh, my assistant forgot to give you this,” the operator gave her a shy smile as he handed her a small cardboard box.

She opened it to find all of her mother’s jewelry that had been on her body at the funeral.

“Thank you,” Y/N told him.

“Ready?” The operator asked.

He had been so kind throughout the whole process. It was obvious he was used to people breaking down and being extremely emotional. 

But Y/N had been stoic, almost concerningly so. 

Though he wasn’t one to judge. Everyone grieved differently.

With the pull of a handle, Y/N watched her mother’s body going into the chamber.

“It will be a few hours,” the operator told her.

He meant it will it will take a few hours for her mother’s body to burn to ash. Then they would hand her a tacky vase with her remains.

Y/N just nodded. “I’ll go for a walk.”

As soon as she was outside, Y/N called her mother’s executor.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I was just about to call you.”

“I’m at the crematory,” she told him. “I figured we should discuss the bills that still need to be paid for.”

“Yes, of course. As I mentioned to you before, your mother’s life insurance covers quite a lot of it…” his words died out.

“But it’s still not enough,” Y/N finished for him. “I’ll get the money.”

She wasn’t exactly rich, but she also wasn’t living paycheck to paycheck. But people never realized how much money it cost for loved ones to die. It was honestly ridiculous.

“You might want to consider taking out a loan,” he tried to suggest gently.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Another thing, Ms. Y/L/N. There was an envelope with a name on it. And your mother left instructions on delivering the envelope to them.”

She stopped her pacing. 

“What name is on the envelope?” Y/N asked.

There was a pause.

“Bruce Wayne.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed.

Of course she knew who Bruce Wayne was – everyone in Gotham did, as well as most of the country. He was a billionaire playboy, only making headlines when he was a mess. But every once in awhile his philanthropy would sneak in there. Y/N always assumed those were only to help recover his image and not because he was a good person.

“You still there?” The executor asked.

“Yeah. I’m just a bit confused. But please pass it along to him, if that’s what my mom wanted.”

“I can’t. The instructions specifically say for you to deliver the envelop to him in person.”

“In person?” Y/N groaned in annoyance as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

Why did all of this have to be so god damn complicated?

“Yes. Her instructions are…oddly specific."

“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll pick up everything from your office before the work day ends.”

——————

Y/N stared at the envelop that she’d tossed on her coffee table as she sipped a rather large glass of red wine.

She was wracking her brain trying to think of a time when her mom mentioned knowing Bruce Wayne. But Y/N would’ve remembered her mom saying his name – even in passing. It’s not a name that one can drop casually.

Y/N pulled up her phone and googled him. But she looked at his history. Yes, he was from Gotham, as was her mom, but so were 10 million other people.

But then Y/N’s scrolling paused when she realized they went to the same high school: Gotham Academy. Not only that, they graduated in the same year.

‘Were they friends?’ Y/N wondered.

But just classmates or friends still didn’t seem to warrant a handwritten letter to be delivered after one’s death.

Y/N didn’t open the envelope.

Her mother’s instructions specifically told her not to. And if she put in that much of an effort to get this done after her death, Y/N wasn’t going to ignore such a request.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t curious.

“Fuck,” Y/N sighed before throwing back the rest of her wine.

——————

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t grant you access to the building without your name being in the system by the company you’re visiting,” the building receptionist told her for the third time.

“I understand. But I called his office 30 fucking times and they refuse to put me through to him or get me an appointment,” Y/N practically growled.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I already called their office to say you were here and they didn’t recognize your name. I can’t let you through to the elevators.”

Y/N’s gaze flickered to the security guard who stood a few feet away. He was eyeing her now that there was clearly an argument going on.

Y/N wanted to roll her eyes. She had a good foot on him – even without her heels on. And he looked like he couldn’t run a 50 yard dash without passing out or vomiting. If he thought he was going to physically stop her, he had another thing coming.

“Listen, I am not some crazy fucking stalker. My mom knew Bruce Wayne and in her will she asked me to deliver this to him,” Y/N’s voice lowered and became disturbingly calm. “I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want to have this conversation.”

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down,” the security guard finally stepped forward.

“Oh, fuck off,” Y/N rolled her eyes at the rent-a-cop.

“Ma’am, I’ll have to ask you to leave,” he continued.

“Call me ma’am one more fucking time…” Y/N growled.

But the security guard was taking a step to her.

“Excuse me. What seems to be the problem here?” A voice suddenly interrupted.

Everyone turned to see a young man – younger than Y/N – glaring at the security guard just as he was about to grab Y/N.

“M-Mr. Drake, we were just escorting this young woman from the premises,” the guard stuttered out.

Everyone at the building knew every member of the Wayne family. But unlike his siblings, Tim Drake was at the office almost every day. As one should be when they’re the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company.

“For what reason?” Tim Drake asked.

“She insists on seeing Mr. Wayne. But she doesn’t have an appointment. For security reasons, I cannot let her through, obviously, unless the company she is visiting has put her into their system and the building’s system,” the receptionist explained nervously.

Y/N frowned as if she was bored of the whole thing.

Tim stepped forward. “May I ask what your business with Bruce Wayne is?”

Now that he was closer, Y/N noticed how exhausted he looked. He was handsome still, of course. But she wondered when he last got a good night’s sleep. He was shorter than her, probably standing at 5’5. And she still believed he was younger than her, which was wild seeing as he was already the CEO and couldn’t be older than 24.

Y/N sighed before she grabbed the envelope from her black leather satchel, and showed that Bruce Wayne’s name was handwritten on it.

“My mother wished me to personally deliver this to him.”

Tim tilted his head slightly. “Why isn’t she doing it?”

“Because she’s dead,” she shot back without emotion.

But Tim’s face became sympathetic. “I’m sorry. I should’ve assumed…”

“It’s fine,” Y/N quickly cut him off before he could continue.

She was so tired of being on the receiving end of people’s sympathy. It didn’t help. And the words stopped holding any meaning to her.

“But I’m sorry. Bruce isn’t in today. And he probably won’t be coming to the office for the rest of the week.”

“Oh,” was all she responded with.

Of course Bruce Wayne didn’t come to work. Why would he?

This was a stupid idea. And now she had made a scene because of it.

“But if you give me your information, I will personally let him know that you are trying to reach him.”

“Really?” Y/N asked in shock.

Tim smiled at her surprise. “Of course.”

“Here’s my card,” she quickly grabbed one from her wallet and then a pen. “All my info is on that.” She wrote something on the back. “And that’s my mom’s name.”

He took it from her and nodded. “What was your mother’s relationship with Bruce?”

Y/N shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea. I’ve been trying to figure it out. Apparently they graduated in the same high school class. But that’s all I was able to find.”

He nodded.

“Thank you…Mr. Drake. For your help. Really,” she urged.

“Please, it’s just Tim.” Then he glared at the receptionist and security guard. “For you it is, at least.”

“Thank you again,” Y/N felt like saying it 30 more times still wouldn’t be enough.

“You don’t have to thank me. Someone will be in touch. Have a good day, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” she corrected with a smile before she nodded and started backing away.

He smiled at her correction and gave a final nod.

——————

Y/N didn’t expect to hear from anyone for at least a week.

If the Wayne family was one thing, it was busy.

They probably had parties to go to, meetings to attend, private jets taking them around the world whenever they wished.

Why would they ever prioritize a meeting with her, a stranger?

So imagine her surprise when she received a call from an unrecognized number the same day she gave Tim Drake her card.

“Hello?” She answered.

Usually she would let any unknown number go to voicemail.

“Hello,” a British voice answered. “Am I speaking with Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N?”

“This is she,” Y/N sat up straighter on her couch.

“This is Alfred Pennyworth. I work for Master Wayne and manage all his personal appointments. I was told by Master Tim that you wished to meet with him?”

“Uhhh. Yes. Yes, I do. Is that…is that possible?”

“Would you be able to stop by Wayne Manor on Friday afternoon?”

Y/N already knew she had nothing going on that would stop her from getting this done. But she still paused to pretend to think about it.

“Yes, Friday afternoon should be fine. Are you sure he doesn’t just want me to stop by Wayne Enterprises?”

It felt oddly intimate to stop by Wayne Manor. Wouldn’t they want to meet her in a more secure location like a corporate building with security that already hated her?

“He is quite certain. Should I send a car for you Ms. Y/L/N?”

A car?

Y/N felt even more out of her depth now.

“Oh, no. That won’t be necessary. I’ll be there.”

“I look forward to meeting you, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Thanks,” she answered before hanging up and realizing that probably wasn’t the proper response to such a polite goodbye.

——————

“I haven’t heard that name since high school,” Bruce had muttered as he stared at the business card for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Yes, and the end of your relationship did not end on the best of terms,” Alfred commented.

Y/M’s/N Y/L/N had been Bruce’s high school sweetheart.

An she had seen the last moments of Bruce’s normal life. 

Upon graduation, Bruce decided to leave Gotham and that’s how his second life was founded. The two of them broke up before the summer after graduation had even ended.

Well, “Breakup” was a strong word.

Bruce stopped answering her calls.

She was his first love and he continued to love her.

But once Bruce realized where his life was going and who he wanted to be, he knew he couldn’t drag her into it. She deserved better.

And Bruce was a coward about relationships then. Maybe he still was.

“I am certain you did a thorough background check on her already,” Alfred commented with a smirk.

Bruce took in a breath before listing off all of her accomplishments. “Y/F/N Y/L/N. Graduated number one in her class at Gotham Academy. She was the star of the track team, breaking the regional record for fastest time in 100m, 200m, and 400m races. Also captain of her soccer team. Attended NYU’s photography program before dropping out after a year. Now she’s a professional photography. Her work’s been featured in Vogue, New York Times, National Geographic…amongst others.”

“Rather an impressive woman,” Alfred said.

Bruce nodded.

“I should get the tea and coffee ready for her arrival.” And with that, Alfred left Bruce in the drawing room.

30 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Bruce glanced down at his watch: she was right on time.

He heard Alfred saying his pleasantries before he heard the clicking of her heels as she rounded the corner to enter the room he was waiting in.

For being a famous photographer, she could’ve been a runway model with her height and the way she walked into the room, completely owning it. She wore four-inch heels, only adding to her natural tallness. And her bright, red coat only added to her presence.

For a split second, Bruce was convinced that he was looking at an Amazon. Diana immediately flashed into his mind for a split second. Perhaps that was what Y/M’s/N needed help with: to get her daughter to her real people. But how would she have known Bruce Wayne had such connections? Unless she knew Batman’s true identity…

As soon as Y/N spotted him in the room, he rose from his seat.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Bruce greeted.

He took a step forward and held out his hand.

“You guys really love the formalities.” She said it with a dark evenness, but it was clearly a joke. “Y/N is fine, Mr. Wayne,” she added as she shook his hand.

“In that case, it’s Bruce,” he countered with a soft smirk.

There was something so familiar about her. But Bruce knew they’d never met. 

“Thank you for seeing me. I don’t want to waste anymore of your time,” Y/N quickly got to it. She opened her purse to grab the envelope.

“My mom wanted you to have this. And she wanted to make sure I was the one to give it to you,” Y/N explained as she offered it to him.

Bruce took it carefully, but didn’t open it. “Yes, I heard about her passing. I’m very sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” she said hurriedly, making it obvious to Bruce that she did not want nor need his condolences.

Bruce nodded slowly.

There was a pause.

“Do you know what it says?” He asked her lightly.

She shook her head. “I wasn’t supposed to read it.”

“I see.”

“I should really be going. I have a flight to catch later tonight.” Most people that visited Wayne Manor wished to stay there forever. Or their curiosity got the best of them and their eyes took in every little detail.

But Y/N looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. And she wanted to get out as soon as she possibly could.

“Thank you again for seeing me,” she rushed out.

Without waiting for his answer, Y/N turned and started walking out of the room.

But she only got a few steps before she stopped.

Bruce watched her shoulders tense and her body move as she was clearly taking in deep breath.

Slowly, Y/N turned around to face him.

“Were you friends?”

Bruce gave her a watery smile. “She was my girlfriend in high school.”

Y/N seemed annoyed by that answer. “She never mentioned you. Not once.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed at that and his eyes zoned out as if he was revising the past in his mind. “I’m not entirely surprised. Things didn’t really end well between us.”

She nodded slowly. “Goodbye, Mr. Wayne.”

And Y/N turned and strutted out of the room without looking back.

As soon as Bruce heard her cab drive away, he ripped open the envelope and pulled out a letter.

He barely noticed that Dick had walked into the room. “May I ask…Who was the extremely attractive and tall woman that just walked out?”

But Bruce didn’t hear him as his eyes raced across the letter. His heart sped as he continued reading.

“Bruce?” Dick asked after being ignored. “Is she your next conquest or what?”

It wasn’t until Bruce was done reading the letter for the third time that he finally looked up and acknowledged Dick.

Alfred had also walked into the room, unbeknownst to Bruce.

“You OK?” Dick asked, now concerned with how silent Bruce had become.

“Master Wayne?” Alfred also urged.

“That was…my daughter,” Bruce finally muttered.

Dick blinked before his eyes grew wide in shock.

Alfred seemed less surprised, almost as if he had already put that together.

“Excuse me,” Bruce told them and exited the room.

———

Dick and Alfred must’ve warned the rest of the family not to bother Bruce in the cave. Usually he would’ve been disturbed by now.

Bruce had been at the computer for hours.

Alfred was the first person to come down, carrying a tray with dinner and tea.

The butler wasn’t surprised to find Y/N’s face all over the screens.

If Bruce had left any available information hidden before inviting Y/N to the manor, it was all out there now. Bruce knew everything about Y/F/N Y/L/N that was public knowledge – probably even some things that were not.

“You know, you did not seem all that surprised,” Bruce said to Alfred as he put the tray of food down next to him.

“Seemed rather obvious, didn’t it?”

Bruce quickly turned to look at him. “It did?”

Alfred smirked. “Her eyes,” was all he said.

“The color?”

Alfred shook his head. “As soon as she walked into the manor, they were reading me.” He tilted his head in Bruce’s direction. “Observation. Perception. Attention to detail...That is all you, Master Wayne.”

“The way she held herself,” Alfred continued, "Shoulders held back, head high, walking with purpose. No hesitation.”

“Also me?” Bruce asked.

Alfred simply nodded.  

“I don’t think she liked me very much,” Bruce sighed.

He didn’t know how he felt about that yet.

“A lot of people think you don’t like them when you first meet them,” Alfred countered. “Because I don’t trust them yet.”

Alfred raised his brows and silently ask him, ‘Don’t you see my point?’

Bruce rubbed his face and reached for the tea on the tray, ignoring all the food.

“I don’t know why you’re so entertained by this, Alfred.”

“Yes, I was entertained. I just saw a younger, female version of you, Master Wayne.”

“I abandoned her,” Bruce shot.

“You didn’t know she existed,” Alfred corrected.

“And why do you think that is?”

Alfred’s face dropped a little bit when he noticed the envelope discarded on the far end of Bruce’s desktop.

He looked down at the ground as he asked, “Might I ask what the letter said?”

Bruce glared at the letter as if touching it would burn him.

But after a moment, he grabbed it and quickly handed it to Alfred.

Bruce,

If this letter has finally reached you, it is because I have passed.

I must admit that I wrote this letter mostly in the event that I leave my daughter before she is an adult. But once Y/N turned 18, I decided to still pass this along to you.

There is no easy way to tell you this, so I will get to the point.

The young woman who delivered this letter to you is your daughter, Bruce.

Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.

When I found out I was pregnant with her, I was only 18. We had just graduated high school. You had started traveling. You called less and less. And you grew more distant – physically and emotionally. Eventually, you stopped answering my calls altogether. I left you a voicemail, only saying that I so desperately needed to talk to you, that I needed you.

But you never called me back.

With no words at all, you made it very clear that you no longer wanted anything to do with me.

But there I was, a teenager who was pregnant with our child.

I would be lying if I said I never considered terminating my pregnancy. I was scared and you broke my heart. All I wanted to do was erase you from my life.

But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Once I decided what my future was going to be, I also decided that I did not want you to have any part in it.

I knew even if you pretended to play the doting father and the committed partner, you would grow tired of us eventually. You would resent me and our child for bringing you down. And you would brush us aside for yourself.

I realized I would rather Y/N have no father at all than one who would only disappoint her over and over again.

To this day, I truly believe I did the right thing for all three of us.

There are not enough words to explain the complicated woman that Y/N grew up to be. But I will try my best. I think I owe you that at least. 

Or maybe you have no interest.

I don’t know how she became so much like you, even when I never so much as showed her a picture of you or uttered your name.

She enjoys being alone – almost to her own detriment. I constantly catch her repressing her feelings, always staying strong for everyone else. It reminds me of you. She’s assertive and confident, never letting anything stand in the way of what she wants. Sometimes I don’t think she’s scared of anything. It worries me, just like it worried me when I thought the same of you.

I truly don’t know what you will do with this information.

But…if you have any desire to form some sort of relationship with her, then you should know this: she will not make it easy for you. She will push you away. And she might even hate you. I raised her to never need a man in her life, and she’ll make sure you know that.

I don’t expect anything from you. I never did.

But I would just like to know there might be someone who will be there for her should she need them.

Goodbye, Bruce.

Alfred slowly handed the letter back to Bruce when he was finished.

“I pushed her away because I knew what I was about to become,” Bruce explained darkly. “And I didn’t want her anywhere near it. She would’ve been in danger.”

“Y/N, as well,” Alfred added.

“But had I known…if I just listened to her–”

“Master Wayne, I thought we had agreed to never linger on the ‘what ifs.’”

That sure silenced Bruce.

“Now, what do you plan on doing, Master Wayne?”

———

Y/N frowned when her phone started vibrating and she recognized the name of her mom’s executor on her phone screen.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, how are you?”

“Fine. How are you?” She was quick, wanting to get this over with. Surely, he had bad news. Another medical bill came in or some other expense that slipped by them.

“Good, good. Just curious…have you placed any payments to our various claims?”

“Uhhh…no. But I’m working on it.”

Y/N hadn’t expected to get a call nagging about paying bills.

“No, no, no. You misunderstand. They’ve all been paid,” the executor explained.

Y/N sat up straighter in her chair. “What? That’s not possible.”

“An anonymous donor. They somehow got record of all your outstanding payments and covered all of them.”

Y/N was stunned to silence.

“Ms. Y/L/N…this is a good thing.”

She blinked and shook her head. “Right. Yes, of course. I just…thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank this guardian angel of yours.”

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Part 2

Let me know what you think!!!

[halloweenbitch2764]

I can request a scenario in which the reader is rescued by the police or by someone who cares about her and thinks she is saving from the Slachers (Brahms, Jason, Michael, Vincent, Bo and another killer of her choice).

What would happen next, would the Slachers go after their reader and bring them home with them? Would the Slachers cause a massacre with people who cross your path, perhaps?

((Note: S / O is not a victim or hostage of the Slashers, but his girlfriend)).

Absolutely! Thank you for the request and patience! I think family/friends will work better in these situations so I hope you don't mind! Also I'm gonna skip Michael because I can't come up with anything for him and the other scenarios are super long. I hope it makes up for it <3

TW: Violence

F/N: Friends Name

Brahms Heelshire

It had definitely taken some getting used to when it came to living with Brahms

Between the HUGE mansion and the man himself

But you adapted into the role and settled in relatively well

However, you dropped contact with outside people quite suddenly

The cell reception had became increasingly worse and the landline phone had finally given out

When you tried to leave Brahms would insist on you staying

Which left your brother quite worried (pretend if you don't have one)

After multiple failed call attempts he decided to visit the address you had given him after accepting the job

He continued to try and call once he landed

Sure he'd be annoyed if you answered but would be happy you even did

However you didn't

So he made his way out to the mansion and parked in front of you

You were busy doing some cleaning and hadn't heard the car door slam shut

Brahms did though

A knock rang from the front door and you answered it, seeing your brother in front of you

You were confused and questioned why he was there

"You haven't been answering ANY of my calls. What the hell happened?" He seemed more concerned than angry

You knew Brahms would have heard him by now and one major rule was "no visitors"

Your stomach dropped

"Oh, um. The cell reception here is garbage and I haven't had time to get a new landline." You partially lied

"Well I'm glad you're safe. Mom wanted me to stay for a few days if that would be alright. I hate to invite myself but you know how mom is."

Your stomach sank further

"U-Uh actually, I'm not allowed to have visitors stay. Really not supposed to have anyone stay at all."

He raised his eyebrow. "Aren't you just watching some doll? Come on, Y/N you gotta be lonely. This place seems huge."

"Just go back home and tell mom I'm fine. I'm gonna be here till my job is done. Okay?" You wanted to make him leave without worrying him or him seeing Brahms

However, you noticed his eyes shift behind you and then widen

Oh fuck

"Go. Home." You told him but he didn't have to be told twice, already halfway to his car

You turned around to see Brahms behind you and you figured his size was enough to scare your brother

You just hoped he wouldn't tell your mom what really happened

Jason Voorhees

You had been at Camp Crystal Lake with Jason for quite a bit before anyone came to see if you were there

Cell reception was basically nonexistent so you hadn't had contact with the world since you had decided to stay with Jason

Your sister (pretend if you don't have one) remembered how much you loved Crystal Lake though and wondered if maybe you had ran away to the abandoned and dilapidated cabins

You were just taking a walk when your heard a female voice screaming your name

You instantly knew who's voice it was

You hoped Jason hadn't heard, scared of what he would do to her for trespassing

You ran towards the voice and you thought your sister was going to faint when she saw you coming towards her

"Y/N?" She almost didn't seem to believe you were right in front of her

"Hey dork, what's up?" You asked, trying to seem casual

"What's up?" She seemed stunned and then angry. "What do you mean 'what's up'?! You ran away and then just act as if nothing happened?!"

"Hey keep it down. Look, I'm sorry. I just was tired of everything and decided to see if I could stick it out here by myself for a while. I'm trying to renovate an old cabin to make a sort of house and I don't want ANYONE knowing where I am." The whole story was pretty much a lie. "I was just so overwhelmed with everything I needed a getaway. Don't tell anyone where I am. Please?"

She was silent as she processed everything. "What about Jason? Isn't he supposed to kill anyone who lives here or roams here?" She was almost positive the whole story of Jason wasn't real but she was still curious

"Well I mean. I'm still intact so I'm gonna say he doesn't exist." You lied.

She nodded a bit. "I've just been so worried about you. Just...try and let me know you're okay ever so often. Alright?"

You nodded and she headed back for her car

Once she was out of sight you started to head back to the cabin only to bump into Jason's chest

You jumped slightly in surprise, not having heard him sneak up and explained that she was your sister

He nodded before bringing you back to the cabin

Vincent Sinclair

You were sitting silently in the woods with Vincent as a victim made their way into the small town, pulling into the gas station

You were fairly far away and hidden by the foliage but you recognized who stepped out of the car

He had papers in his hand with large red letters spelling "MISSING" on the top and your face under it

It was your friend

Well he thought of himself as your friend

You didn't mind him but he would act obsessive towards you, wanting to hang out as much as possible and even interjecting himself into conversations you were having

You knew he had good intentions but couldn't help but feel annoyed just by his presence

He walked into the gas station, likely to ask about you

You knew what would happen

Vincent seemed to notice how closely you looked at the guy

It was different from past victims

"Who's that?" He signed

"An old...friend of mine. Well, he thought we were friends. He got on my nerves." You signed back

Vincent nodded a bit as you continued, "He had a thing for me I think. He was obsessed to say the least."

Jealousy started to come over him at what you said even though he knew you didn't return the feelings

He'd make sure he wasn't made into a wax figure

Just tortured and then disposed of

Bo Sinclair

You leaned against the gas station counter as Bo worked in the garage as per usual

You were fairly sure it would just be another normal day

Nobody coming to bother you

However a car pulled up and parked by a gas pump, shutting off as someone stepped out

No

No it couldn't be

Your old friend

You hadn't spoken to her in years

She still looked the same

You didn't know if you hoped she wouldn't recognize you or that she would

She pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head as she pushed the door opened but stopped in her tracks as her eyes scanned your face

"Y/N?"

You reluctantly nodded and stood up, walking out from behind the counter

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled you into a hug to which you returned

"I-I can't believe this. We all thought you were dead!" Emotions swirled rapidly through her voice. Pain, excitement, nostalgia

"What?" You asked, confused

"I've missed you so much." She held you by your shoulders. "I didn't even mean to come here. I made a wrong turn and then was gonna come ask for directions."

Well that sounded oddly familiar

"Well I'm glad to see you. I'm alright. Just uh, decided to live here. I like how secluded it is." She turned to look at the side door to the garage as it was pushed open and Bo entered the room.

"Well hello there." He said in his normal charming accent, greeting your friend and seeing her as a victim. "Who might you be?"

"Oh this is F/N, she's been friends with me since we were in school."

He nodded a bit and she raised her eyebrow. "Well who's this Y/N?" She smirked

"This is Bo. He's my boyfriend. He works in the mechanics shop." You told her

She nodded and smiled.

"Well have a look around if you want any snacks. I gotta help Bo with something in the garage." You lied, tugging him into the garage and shutting the door behind you

"Do NOT hurt her." You sternly said and he raised his eyebrow

"I can't risk her telling people about this town." He responded.

"She doesn't even know what this town is. I think she missed the sign." You told him and he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose

"She could be lying."

You shook your head. "She won't tell anyone."

You walked back out and smiled at her, taking her money to pay for her snack

"You didn't see me okay?" She raised her eyebrow

"Some things happened that I don't want to get into right now but I can't go back for a while. Just let them think I'm dead and move on. Okay?" She nodded after a moment

"Have a safe trip." You said sweetly, giving her one last hug before she left

[writtendaydreamm]

A Winner’s Meal

In a post-race call, Daniel’s mom worries he isn’t eating enough. Y/n assures her he’ll be well fed. It just wouldn’t be the same type of meal his mother probably has in mind.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut

“Yes!” Y/n exclaimed jumping up onto her feet. 

She watched, bursting with excitement as Daniel took his last lap of the race still in the lead. With Lando right behind him, this was about to be a beautiful one-two for McLaren. 

What a day for the team. Absolutely stellar performances from both drivers. And it was their first win of the season earning some much-needed points towards the Constructors Championship. 

Everyone in the Paddock Club was up on their feet now too, cheering as her boyfriend crossed the finish line in first place winning the Italian Grand Prix. His first win in three years. Y/n’s heart swelled with pride as she watched the moment replay on the screens.

With tighter restrictions down at the paddock, Y/n wasn’t able to congratulate him in person. She had to settle for watching all the interviews, champagne showers, and shoeys from the comfort of the Paddock Club with some friends. They ordered round after round of champagne in honor of Daniel’s win. As much fun as this was, all Y/n really wanted to do was be with him. She couldn’t wait to congratulate him properly when they got a moment in private. 

He was caught up for hours with interviews and press conferences. It was getting dark out by the time Daniel was finally free. He had texted Y/n to let her know he was headed back to his motorhome. On her walk there, Y/n realized how late it had gotten, the sky now a beautiful shade of dark orange and magenta as the sun set. She also realized just how tipsy she had gotten, almost losing her balance as she went up the steps of Daniel’s motorhome.

When he answered the door for her, he was still dressed in his white long sleeve, race suit half done and Pirelli 1st Place hat still on his head. He was in the middle of a facetime call with his parents back in Perth. Jumping into view beside him y/n waved hello to Grace, his mother, on the screen.

“Oh, it’s Y/n. Hello there, love. Joe! Come say hi to Y/n.”

Watching Y/n chat with his parents brought a big smile to Daniel’s face. She always told him how lucky he was to have such a lovely and supporting set of parents. One day he hoped he and y/n would be a happy, old married couple just like them.

“Make sure Danny gets something to eat after this will you,” Grace urged Y/n. “He never eats enough. It’s that diet that Michael’s always got him on.” 

Y/n chuckled as she heard Daniel’s father in the background. “Sweetheart, he’s an athlete after all. He’s gotta stay in shape.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him. Make sure he’s well-fed,” Y/n said, running her hands along Daniel’s thigh beside her. She would definitely be feeding him tonight, it just wouldn’t be food.

God, she hoped his mom didn’t catch on to what she really meant. Y/n was definitely buzzed otherwise she wouldn’t have said anything remotely suggestive in front of her. Daniel didn’t mind it one bit though as he caught on rather quickly to what she meant. The cheeky bastard. Like a fire was lit under his ass, he grabbed the phone out of her hands, wrapped up the conversation with his parents, hung up, and tossed the phone away carelessly.

Y/n couldn’t hold in her laughter as he exaggeratedly raised his eyebrows at her.

“Take good care of me, aye? Is that so,” Daniel asked.

“Well, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of my boyfriend after such a big day,” Y/n said, playing along moving to straddle his lap. 

“I’m so proud of you baby,” she said. “You led the whole fucking race.”

“Fuck yeah I did,” Daniel moaned, as she started grinding against him.

“I knew you were gonna win after the sprint yesterday,” y/n continued knowing how much he’d enjoy the praise right now.

“You looked so good on that podium. I’ve been waiting to rip that suit off you all day.”

Daniel groaned as every word went straight to his dick. His bulge now uncomfortably hard constrained in his suit that had no give in them at all. Needing to feel more, Daniel hurriedly tore off his hat and shirt.

“Keep that hat on,” y/n said, grabbing it and placing it back on his head backward. There was just something about him in a hat that was so sexy, especially when it was on backward. And the fact it was a Pirelli 1st place hat made it even sexier.

Daniel ran his hands along her thighs, moving the bottom of her mini dress up to her waist revealing a thin lace thong that hid absolutely nothing. She may as well have not worn it at all. It wouldn’t have made much of a difference.

“You’re such a fucking whore aren’t you,” he teased, his hand coming down to give her ass a sharp smack. “Wearing just that under your dress all day.”

“Mhmm, I had a feeling we’d be celebrating tonight,” she said, moving her hips harder against his. The friction starting to build up that familiar tightness in her core.

Daniel brought his lips up to hers for a sloppy and hungry kiss. All tongue and teeth. Y/n gasped against his mouth when she felt his hand move from her ass to tease her pussy. He didn’t think he could get any more turned on till he felt how wet she was after he had barely done anything at all. The flimsy thong she had on did nothing to stop her wetness from getting onto his suit. But Daniel couldn’t care less about staining his suit right now. The only thought running through his mind was how bad he needed her.

Taking matters into his own hands he lifted her by her thighs over to his bed plopping her down onto it. Settling his waist between her legs, he continued their kiss. It was getting even hotter and heavier as their hands roamed over each other. Y/n raked her fingers over his bare, toned stomach, working their way down towards his dick. Distracted when she suddenly groped him, it allowed her to take him by surprise and flip them over. He laid on his back, pinned down by y/n, her knees on either side of his hips. He tried to sit up but was pushed back down instantly.

“Uh-uh, lay back,” she instructed.

He figured he might as well get comfortable, he settled back down one hand resting on the back of his head. His other hand stroking her thigh egging her on as she pulled her dress off. He marveled at her above him as she tossed it aside. She was wearing a lacy bra that matched her thong. Like every other time she wore a set of lingerie, it drove him mad. His dick, still trapped in his suit, was throbbing in arousal at this point.

“You’re being such a tease, thought you were supposed to be taking care of me,” Daniel said. 

It was meant to sound like a joke, but there was a distinct neediness in his voice that made it clear he wasn’t kidding. He needed her, to feel her, to taste her. Something. Anything.

“Well your mother said you needed to eat something, so I’m just following her instructions.”

With that, she moved up his body. Seeing where this was going, he placed his hands on her ass urging her closer to his face. He peppered kisses along her thighs as Y/n raked her fingers through his hair. Hooking his thumbs around the thin straps of her thong he ripped it off her easily to fling it somewhere across the room. Now with nothing keeping him from devouring her pussy, he brought her down roughly to sit on his face. His tongue lapped up all her juices savoring her unique, sweet taste. Licking long, thick stripes from her hole to her clit. Y/n began grinding against his face.

“You taste so good Y/n,” he mumbled between her legs. 

The vibrations of his voice sent a wave of pleasure straight through her. Switching up his motions, he moved his head and tongue from left to right vigorously, giving her a new sensation. The building pressure between her legs became too much to handle. Her knees growing weak, she had one hand grasping the wall for support and the other between his curls. 

“Danny, please.”

“What do you want, baby?” He asked, removing his face from her legs to look up at her. 

The cool air hit her soaking core at the loss of contact. He had been teasing her just as she had been teasing him earlier. He knew what she wanted. But he wanted to hear her say it. To hear her beg for him. 

Sure, Daniel loved being on the receiving end of things just as much as the next guy. But he found that being the one to provide that satisfaction was something that really got him off. Seeing y/n fall apart all because of him. Hearing her turn into a moaning mess like she was right now. Having her turn into putty in his hands. God, he loved it. 

“I wanna cum Danny. I wanna cum all over your face,” Y/n said shamelessly. “Please baby.”

That was good enough for him. His lips latched onto her clit immediately, sucking at a steady rhythm. He added his fingers to the mix, slipping them between her slick folds, spreading around the wetness from her opening. She was dripping wet at this point, her walls clenching around nothing. 

“Fuck,” she said out of breath when Daniel inserted a finger in her with no warning. 

He started pumping it in and out of her rapidly, enjoying the squelching sounds her pussy was making because of it. His tongue swirled around her clit while his finger worked inside of her, curling ever so slightly to hit all the right spots. She threw her head back in absolute pleasure.

“You ready baby? You ready to cum for me?” Daniel asked, looking up at her. 

He had found that specific spot inside her that he knew was going to have her coming undone and cumming all over him in no time. Unable to form coherent words at his point, Y/n nodded her head at him, bracing herself for what was about to come.

Placing his lips back on her clit, he fingered her harder, hitting that one spot with each pump. Y/n squeezed onto the headboard as the coil of tension in her finally snapped. Her juices coating his mouth and his scruff as she came on his face. Daniel lapped up as much as he could, loving the taste of her. Hearing her breathless pants, feeling her legs around his head shaking, it was all so addicting knowing only he could make her feel this way. 

While Y/n was still caught up in the high of her orgasm, Daniel took the opportunity to take control again. He flipped them over once more, y/n now on her back.

Getting off the bed, he quickly pulled off his suit and underwear. His dick finally free from the tight constraint of his suit, sprang up hitting his stomach with a fleshy slap. Standing at the edge of the bed he grabbed her by the legs, pulling her to him till her bare pussy met the shaft of his dick.

Barely letting her recover from her first orgasm, his fingers were already back inside her building up her second. From this position, he could see her reaction to his every move, every touch. Like the way she bit her lip trying to contain her moan as his fingers hit those same spots in her again. His name was the only thing she could manage between her moans. Out of instinct, her legs tried to shut close from all the stimulation but Daniel pushed her legs apart, wrapping them around his waist instead. Feeling confident his fingers had warmed her up and stretched her out enough for his dick, he pumped his shaft and lined himself up with her entrance.

Daniel sheathed himself into her all in one stroke. “Fuck your pussy’s always feels so fucking good. Taking all of me like a good little whore.”

Daniel’s dick twitched inside of her, feeling how wet and warm and tight she was. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat at the sudden fullness between her legs. Her face scrunched up in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as she adjusted to his size.

“Mhmm fuck baby you fill me up so fucking good,” she groaned.

With a grunt, Daniel pulled himself nearly all the way out before slamming back into her. He did this over and over, the sound of flesh against flesh mixed in with Y/n’s moans was music to his ears. Feeling that tightness in her core again, she was already coming close to another orgasm. Wanting to feel more of her, he placed one of her legs over his shoulder. He threw his head back as the new angle allowed him to get deeper into her. He pounded into her fast and hard, his hands holding her hips down to keep her from moving.

Y/n cried out as her second orgasm rushed through her stronger than the first. She had cum around him, coating his dick. He pulled out of her quickly. He knew he’d cum too if he stayed in. It’s happened before. The feeling of her pulsing around him, her walls slippery and warm would’ve been too much right now. He gave y/n a second to ride it out before getting back to it.

Getting onto the bed, he brought both her legs over his shoulder. He slapped his dick against her pussy for good measure before slipping back into her. It didn’t take long to get his rhythm going again. He pounded into her even deeper than before, snapping his hips with an extra sharpness chasing his own orgasm now. His hips smacking loudly against the backs of her thighs again and again. His face inches away from hers in this new position added another level of intimacy. He could see the faraway look in her eyes. Lost in the fog of her pleasure.

“No, no. Danny, I can’t. It’s too much baby,” she whined.

One hand reaching between her legs to push against his thrusting. She was already overstimulated. But Daniel shook his head as he grabbed her hand and pinned it above her. His eyes looking down at her with intensity and hunger. Ready to reach his peak like she had done twice already.

“Take it baby. Take. My. Fucking. Cock.,” he groaned, each word accentuated by a thrust.

He fucked her relentlessly. His brows furrowed in focus as he tried to stay in control. His thrusts starting to lose their steady rhythm.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum,” Daniel announced his thrusts growing erratic.

“Cum in me Danny,” y/n moaned, her legs wrapping around his neck. “Cum inside me.”

With one last sloppy thrust, Daniel came deep inside her, his dick jerking as it painted her walls with his seed. Y/n thought he would be tired by now, but he still had that hungry look in his eyes. He wasn’t done with her yet.

He pulled out of her, his cum leaking out of her. With his fingers, he gathered whatever had escaped and stuffed it back into her.

“Danny,” she whined. She was conflicted. His finger inside her felt good right now, just plugging her up. But Daniel was too cheeky to leave it at that.

“Just one more baby. Give me one more. I wanna make you cum 3 times for me, for the number of the winning car today,” he chuckled lowly, pumping his fingers in her slowly.

Daniel knew she was incredibly sensitive right now. So he made his movements slower, more gentle. Completely spent after her first two orgasms, y/n didn’t have it in her to protest. She laid back, biting into the knuckle of her finger as she let him do what he pleased. Tonight was about him after all. And if he wanted to maker her cum the same number of times as his driver number, then so be it.

It was all too much to take. His fingers pumping in her lazily, mixing his cum inside her with her own. All of it leaking out of her. The sensitivity from her past two orgasms still lingering. Y/n was overcome with pleasure, as her pussy clenched around his fingers one last orgasm ripping through her. His hand trapped between her legs as they squeezed together, her toes curled and hands gripped the sheets. All her senses heightened in an overwhelming yet euphoric way.

As she started coming down, Daniel moved to lay next to her. Sucking on his finger, coated in the mixture of his cum and her juices. He offered her his middle finger still covered in it. If his dick wasn’t still sore from pounding into her he probably would’ve gotten hard watching her suck it clean with a pop. About to lean in for a kiss, a loud knock on the door interrupted him.

“Uh, guys,” Michael’s voice came through. “Sorry to interrupt, but we’ve got the plane to catch in 30 minutes.”

Daniel jumped out of bed, still butt naked except for his hat. He cracked the door open with only his head peeking through as he thanked Michael and told him they’d be out in a few.

In record time, Daniel and Y/n got dressed and packed up all his stuff before making their way to Michael waiting by their private car.

“I don’t think that’s what my mom meant when she said I needed to eat,” Daniel said to her. “Reckon she was right though. I’m pretty hungry now. Don’t think I’ve had anything all day.”

“Don’t worry, I have a whole meal of real food waiting for us back at home,” Y/n told him. She had food set to be delivered to them when they arrived.

Wrapping his arm around her and placing a kiss on her head. “And that’s why I love you.”

“Well, one of the reasons at least,” he winked.

[thatshithurted8]

jeff wittek imagine where the reader and jeff go on vacation together like to vegas or miami???

Holiday 

Summary: Throughout your mini holiday in Miami with your boyfriend Jeff, he realizes just how special you and your relationship are. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, mention of alcoholism and Jeff’s accident

A/N This is also inspired by KSI’s song Holiday! 

I wanna wake up every mornin', feelin' better 'Cause I know you're sleeping by my side And every moment we're together I remember just to keep it all for you and I

Jeff’s brown eyes slowly open, being awoken by a crying baby that was a few rows behind you two. He lets out a yawn before looking over at you who were fast asleep on his shoulder. 

Something that not a lot of people knew was that Jeff hated flying despite being a certified skydiver. Ever since he was younger he was never a fan of flying, only now he was a bit more comfortable with it due to his experience skydiving. Nevertheless his initial nerves after waking up quickly wash away just from being in your presence.

Wanting to capture this seemingly perfect moment, Jeff slowly grabs his phone out of his pocket without disturbing you and takes a quick picture. As he analyzes the picture his heart swells at how at peace and comfortable you looked sleeping on him and in one of his sweaters. The two of you were extremely tired from catching a red eye flight to Miami so no wonder why you both fell asleep. 

Saving the picture Jeff puts his phone away and slowly opens the blind of your window seat. The rising sun shines into your row, the rays illuminating your face making your features and long lashes more prominent. The purpose of the trip to Miami was to watch the Logan Paul vs Floyd Mayweather fight. In fact you were ecstatic when Jeff told you he got you guys tickets to the event since you grew up watching boxing with your family and you were a huge fan of Mayweather. With that being said you had no idea how close the tickets Jeff got were to the ring. 

Jeff’s breath hitches as he admires you. He was so in love with you and was so excited to see your reaction to being ringside. As Jeff softly moves some stray hairs out of your face he realizes everything he does is for the benefit for not only you, but your relationship as well. It was you two against the world. 

I see that body in the sunlight Feelin' the heat and it feels right I wanna do this for the rest of my life

“I know you guys are dating and all, but you seriously need to stop staring before you sink the boat with your drool.” Mike Maijlak says walking over to Jeff’s side and handing him a La Croix. 

Jeff booked your mini holiday to last a few days before and after the fight which gave you guys the opportunity to explore Miami and let lose. With that being said neither of you were going to turn down Mike’s invite to join him on a yacht to party. So there you were talking and dancing with some girls you knew from LA while sipping on a La Croix. 

Jeff lets out a laugh while opening one of his favourite drinks. “I can’t help it man, just look at her.” He says taking a sip of the bubbly liquid while continuing to admire you from afar. 

The Miami sun that shined onto your skin paired with your infectious laugh, seemingly gave you a golden glow that made you standout. Not only that, but the bikini that you were wearing flattered your body type so well. 

After feeling as if someone was staring at you for the past few minutes you finally turn and look around the boat to find the owner of the eyes that were on you. Quickly your eyes find Jeff’s brown ones and you realize it was just Jeff staring at you the whole time, causing heat to wash over your body at his gaze. 

You shoot him a smirk and wink in return before turning back around to continue your conversation. A smirk of his own falls upon Jeff’s face as you do so, along with a light shade of pink on his cheeks. 

“You’re so whipped.” Mike laughs shaking his head, finally speaking up after watching the whole interaction. 

“Well I wanna be whipped for her for the rest of my life then.” Jeff says without realizing how big of a statement that was while his eyes remained on your beautiful figure. 

Oh, I know, I know, you know the vibe I wanna stay with you every night You and me underneath the lights I'm always good when you're by my side I know, you know you're on my mind You really make me come alive I wanna be here for the rest of my life

“Jeff look at my hands I’m literally shaking I can’t believe we’re this close!” You exclaim while glancing between your boyfriend and the boxing ring in front of you. 

“Only the best for you doll.” He says sending you a wink while laughing. For the past hour and a half as you two watched the undercards you continued to gush about your seats making Jeff happy to see you happy. 

Without wasting another second you roughly grab Jeff by his green shirt and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Just before the brunette could immerse himself into it fully you pull away. Some of your lipstick was smudged and Jeff knew without a doubt he had some on his lips, but he didn’t care. In that moment it truly seemed as if you two were the only ones there under the rings bright lights and in an arena full of screaming fans while you two stared into each others eyes lovingly. 

Your attention on your boyfriend is torn away when the already loud arena becomes even louder as Mayweather starts to walk out. Quickly you start to cheer for your favourite boxer while jumping up and down and clapping excitedly. Jeff glances between you and the boxing legend before his gaze finally lands on you. 

You look over at your boyfriend with a smile that was from ear to ear. “It’s Floyd fucking Mayweather!” You exclaim pointing over to the undefeated boxer entering the ring. 

A smile washes over Jeff’s face as he laughs at your excitement. You truly resembled a child in a toy store. Seeing your excitement only made Jeff more excited, causing him to join in on cheering for Mayweather despite being friends with Logan. 

There was no one else Jeff would rather be with to witness the fight and this thought only made him realize he wants to be by your side for the rest of his life. 

Looking for sun rays, needin' them good days Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Cool like the ocean, lost in emotion Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday

The next few days after the fight was a whirlwind, but in a good way. Despite having a good time underneath the Miami sun and it’s nightlife Jeff wouldn’t be having as good of a time if you weren’t there. You truly made the trip for him, making the sunny days that were good for his mental health even better and the dreary days full of life from your infectious positivity and smile.  

You let out a loud laugh as you and Jeff wrap your arms around each others, mimicking a toast before brining your drink to your lips while your boyfriend did the same. At the same time you two sip at your virgin drinks while maintaining eye contact with each other in the close position. You gulp down the rest of your cold drink despite it being alcohol free before untangling your arm with Jeff’s and ordering another at the outside bar. 

Over the past four years of knowing Jeff the two of you created a special connection that no one in your friend group had with each other. And that was being sober. Jeff turned to alcohol after his break up with his ex girlfriend while you on the other hand turned to it to deal with the death of your mom. To say you were there for each other was an understatement. When the temptation to drink was too much Jeff would call you up and the two of you would go on late night hikes and talk about everything and anything, and vice versa for you. There was always a mutual pining for one another, but neither of you acted on it due to how broken you both were at the time. However, as the years went by your feelings only intensified along with Jeff’s. Though it wasn’t until a few months after Jeff’s accident when he took a leap of faith and finally confessed his feelings to you after realizing how short life truly was.

Jeff places his glass on the bar as well, placing his hand on the small of your back while looking around the crowded club that was partly inside and partly outside. Once you get a refill of your drink you turn around sipping on the paper straw, your back leaning against the bar causing Jeff to redirect his attention back to you. 

“You look beautiful.” He says looking down at you in his arms. 

Heat washes over your face and Jeff’s smile widens at how flustered you still got after all this time together. He loved showering you in words of affirmation and he meant every thing he said to you. Although, you always look beautiful the way the moonlight reflected off of your skin made you look angelic. It was a great contrast to you earlier in the day at the beach wearing a strawberry printed bikini that made Jeff feel a certain way. 

“Thank you baby you don’t look too bad yourself.” You say placing a soft peck on Jeff’s lips before pulling him towards the dance floor. 

I wanna stay up 'til the mornin' with you talkin' Just to listen to the things you say And every time we're in the middle of the city I imagine us so far away

The two of you sat down in a booth with Mike Majilak and Logan Paul at a random Denny’s that was in between your hotel and the club you four were previously partying at. By now the jet lag and the numerous activities you and Jeff participated in was starting to catch up to you. However, that wasn’t apparent to anyone other than Jeff as you talked the boys ears off while eating. 

“We’ll see you guys later! And once again Y/N text me when you’re free to film an episode of ImPaulsive.” Logan says as him and Mike get out of the booth, placing money on the table and getting ready to leave the restaurant. 

“Of course!” You exclaim before picking up your lemonade and drinking what was left. Jeff bids his goodbyes to the two influencers and once they leave you quickly rest your head on his broad shoulder, letting out a loud sigh. 

“You okay doll?” Jeff asks placing his hand on your thigh. 

“Yea just tired.” You say kissing his neck and placing your hand on his cheek. Similar to Jeff you were able to pick up on the energy of situations and that affected how you acted. So once Mike and Logan left you felt as if you could finally wind down from their partying aura. 

A comforting silence falls upon you two and your eyes slowly flutter close as the rising sun shines in through the Denny’s windows. As cliche as it sounded Jeff felt as if it was only you two in the quiet breakfast place. The brunette rests his head against yours and his eyes follows your lead by shutting close. 

The two of you remain in this position for a few minutes, cherishing not only the first quiet moment of the trip, but also the little moments you two shared. 

Ooh, ooh Ooh, you're my holiday

Scratching at his eyes and stretching Jeff slowly and quietly gets out of bed, the sun filtering in through the hotels curtains and onto your sleeping body. You looked so peaceful and he didn’t want to disturb that. Once you guys returned to your hotel room from a night out partying and a very early breakfast at Denny’s the two of you instantly fell asleep. 

Jeff glances at the analogue clock on the bedside table which read 2:34pm before he slips on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. Making sure to not wake you Jeff grabs his phone, wallet and room key then quietly leaves your shared room. However, before he leaves he makes sure to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and whisper to you how much he loves you. 

Throughout the trip he was constantly reminded of how much he loved you. You helped him through some of the darkest times in his life and after all this time of knowing and being together Jeff finally knew what he had to do. 

Remembering a shop that was a few buildings away from your hotel, Jeff quickly walks over to it wanting to be back before you woke up. The Staten Island native hands become clammy as he approaches the store, his tough guy persona seemingly crashing down with every step he took. 

The bell above the shops door dings as Jeff walks in causing a sales representative to walk over to him with a welcoming smile. 

“Good afternoon how can I help you?” She asks. Jeff takes a look around the quaint shop and all of the glass casings before redirecting his attention back to the worker. 

“Hi uh yea, I was wondering if you guys have any engagement rings?” 

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Double Life (part 1?)

Pairing: Adrian Chase x gn!reader

Summary: Your younger brother's dangerous lifestyle risks Adrian's secret identity to be revealed.

Warning: angst-ish, swearing, blood.

Authors note: i love the idea of Adrian's thirst for justice to be messed up by/for the reader cause he needs to protect them. this might turn into a long fanfic of max 4 chapters

It was the tenth time you were trying to call Preston that day. Your little brother was always with the wrong crew in high school but never got so bad as it was now. Adrian Chase, your boyfriend, had his car parked in front of your house while you anxiously waited for your brother to pick up the phone.

"Come on, Preston, pick this shit up!"

The call went to voice mail again, your frustration making you punch the car's panel, immediately apologizing.

"Sorry, sorry."

"It is alright. Did Preston pick up?"

"No. He is trying to get into my nerves today!"

Adrian rubbed your back and you thanked him when your phone finally buzzed.

"Preston, where are you? I have been trying to call you the whole day! Did you come home at all?"

"Almost home, chill."

"Preston, listen to me."

He had already hanged up. You stared at your phone in disbelief, thinking what did you do to deserve this. Preston had always been the troubled child. Your parents lost your oldest brother when Preston was a baby in an accident and everyone, including you, spoiled him too much. Now he was eighteen, your parents both passed away and he was your only family left. He thought the whole world always needed to bend for him, no matter the consequences.

"Is he coming?"

"Yeah. I will wait for him inside the house. I am sorry that I ruined our date night."

"It's cool. Tell him next time I see him I will kick his ass."

"Not before I do it."

You two kissed goodbye and Adrian watched you get in. He wondered if he should put his suit on and look for Preston but he saw Preston's tall figure turn on the street, walking slowly towards the house smoking a cigarette. Adrian almost decided to stay to help you, but he knew you wanted to have this conversation one on one with your brother, so he turned on the car and drove away.

-x-

You had the biggest headache when you woke up the next morning. When Preston arrived you two got into a horrible fight about his behavior. He was eighteen, didn't have a job, didn't seem to care about anyone except himself, how he smelled like alcohol and weed. Preston decided he was tired of listening to you, going to sleep in the middle of the fight, hitting his bedroom door on your face. You texted Adrian letting him know Preston was home and went to bed.

You took some pills for your headache that morning, getting ready for work. The discussion with your brother last night was exhausting, Preston was bad before but never that bad. Before leaving, you checked on your brother and he was splattered on his bed. At least he changed his clothing. You needed to have a serious conversation with him later.

At work, things didn't get any better. Your boss was worried about a project and said everyone was gonna work extra if they didn't finish today. And not to help, you were very unfocused, worried about your little brother. Preston texted saying he was home, he needed to get out super fast but he was gonna be back in time for dinner. You were gonna argue when Adrian's name appeared on your phone's screen. You walked fast towards the bathroom, ignoring the ugly looks you got from your coworkers.

"Hey, sweet cheeks!" His voice sounded so excited and you couldn't help to smile.

"Hey, sweet ass!"

"So mhm, bad news. They have me working double today."

"Whaaat? How?"

"Mark is sick and Patrick's mom is sick and Laura's dog is sick. Even Andrew's ant's farm is sick today."

"Everyone gets sick on a Friday, even ants I guess" you replied, rolling your eyes. "I am also working until later today"

"What?! Why?!"

"Fucking boss wants all the project done by today. We have a timeline or something. "

"Boo! I am sorry, baby! I will make it up to you, I promise! Saturday Adrian will be all yours. And Sunday. We all know how much you love Adrian weekend."

"You better. I love Saturday Adrian."

"What about Preston? Is he fine?"

"Yeah. We fought last night but I will try to talk with him later today."

"If you need me, you know you can call."

"It is fine, he is my brother. My responsibility."

"You know, I was thinking. I have a friend he could talk with. He helped me a lot. So maybe he could help him?"

"Is it a good friend?"

"My best friend, babe. He is gonna put Preston on the right track in two seconds. Like he did to me."

"If you trust him, I trust him. Set up a meeting. Maybe he could talk some sense on him."

"On it! I have to go babe. Place is busy and so close to lunch. I will talk to you later. Love you!"

"Okay. Love you, too.?"

-x-

You left work at 7 pm texting Preston you were buying some Chinese food so you two could talk, to no reply back. You arrived home, to all lights off wondering where he was. Now it was passing 9:30 pm, food was cold, and no signal from your stupid brother. You were almost calling him for the fifth time when an unknown ID appeared.

"Hello?"

It was your brother's panicked voice, whispering your name. There were noises in the back that looked like screams and shots being fired.

"Preston? What is wrong?"

"Fucked it up,...,'m sorry."

"Preston, what is wrong? Where are you?"

You started grabbing your car keys and putting on shoes, frantically running towards the door.

"Send me your location, Preston!"

The call dropped and you waited for three seconds frozen in your spot when a text message appeared with a location. You put it into GPS and sprinted towards your car.

-x-

You parked near the abandoned warehouse with your heart jumping. It took you around 7 minutes and you thanked for not finding any police cars on the way. The more distant you got, the more sketchy the neighborhood was looking. You checked your car's compartment for your old bottle of pepper spray, shaking it. You never used it and you hoped you didn't have to.

You started walking to the abandoned warehouse and saw a body laying down on the floor. You held back a scream, putting your hand over your mouth. The body seemed to have been mauled to death. You entered the building, sneaking behind boxes, seeing the number of bodies get more. They all seemed to have been sliced or shot somehow.

With your heart pumping in your chest you decided to go follow the bloodied path and heard a few screams and shots in close distance. You saw a guy with a helmet, red shirt, and khaki pants shooting into a group that was shooting back. You tried to call the unknown number with no answer. Fuck fuck fuck. If Preston decided to die and take you with him, you were gonna kick his ass so hard when you got in hell.

Trying to get away from the helmet guy that was screaming obscenities, you walked the other way, between the huge boxes to a more quiet area, keeping a safe distance and listening for any movements around, pepper spray bottle high ready to be used. You got to an open area and heard some movements behind you like someone running, lifting the bottle up. Preston appeared limping between the boxes, in your direction and he had a balaclava lifted above his face. He seemed to be bleeding. There was another guy behind him running that soon got hit by a knife in his eyes.

You ran towards your brother that looked at you shocked, falling in your arms. He had cuts on his arms, legs but the worse was on his belly which was bleeding.

"There is this ninja. We need to get out of here." He tried to pull you away, tripping over his limping leg "They killed a lot of them, we need to get out of here!"

Before he could try to get up again, a knife almost hit him, flying towards another box. Your brother put his body over yours to protect you when you saw a guy wearing a black, green and blue outfit. He had a mask on, with orange vizor and he had his gun pointed towards your brother. He didn't seem to have seen you yet since Preston was serving as a shield.

"NO!"

You went in front of Preston that immediately tried to put you behind him again, but you stood your ground, protecting your brother with your body, arms open. The ninja seemed to freeze, his gun pointing towards you for a second before he put the gun away. Your brother was pleading for him to be killed, not you, but the ninja's eyes were on you the whole time. He seemed stuck since you appeared, unsure what to do and a sense of familiarity run in your body. You assumed the adrenaline pumping in your veins was the reason you weren't scared.

"You done in there, Vigilante?"

Helmet guy appeared behind the boxes, getting to ninja's side. Vigilante. His name was Vigilante. Helmet guy looked back at you two and Vigilante, with expectation.

"What are you waiting for? The cops are gonna appear soon. We have to go!"

Vigilante didn't answer the man, shaking his head, giving a good look towards you before tapping his partner on the arm, signaling to the opposite side, and disappearing behind the boxes. Helmet guy seemed confused but followed without a question.

You turned to your brother and he seemed shocked and confused. The police sirens were getting close so you grabbed him by his side and dragged him to your car.

"I don't get it. They were killing everyone around here."

You didn't answer focusing on taking your younger brother to a hospital as fast as you could.

-x-

Adrian entered the hospital, rushing to the emergency room. You were holding your legs with your arms, staring at the floor, your mind somewhere else. Adrian ran towards you, kneeling to hug you.

"Is he okay? Is Preston okay?"

"Yeah. Cuts aren't as bad, not even the one in his belly, and seem someone gave him a good black eye. But he is expected to survive."

Adrian sighed, throwing himself on the chair to your side. You had called Adrian when you were driving, sobbing that Preston got himself into a bad situation again, asking for him to meet you at ER. Adrian still had the Fennel Fields uniform on him and seemed that he came running from there.

"You gotta talk with Preston." Adrian stated, slowly.

"I fucking know it. He calls me in the middle of the night and he is helping a drug-dealing scheme? Like, he doesn't care about himself at all. I don't want to think what could have happened if I wasn't there."

"The Vigilante dude?"

"Yeah. Preston said he attacked a front and helmet guy, named Peacemaker, attacked them on another front. I think they were working together."

"I see."

Adrian got unusually quiet, rubbing your back. You rubbed your eyes, nestling close to Adrian.

"I don't even want to think what could have happened if I wasn't there."

"Babe..."

"It is true! Vigilante was about to kill him. He was gonna kill him, then he saw me and he just froze, for some reason. It is like we knew each other! Then all of sudden he left and this Peacemaker followed!"

The realization finally kicked in how close you got to your death. You were thanking whatever was the reason for Vigilante to back off or else you would have been killed.

"I am sure I looked like I didn't belong there and he thought well, this is one is protecting the other one. Has something noble on it."

"Mhm."

"Adrian, are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I am. It is just...you should have messaged me as soon as you got the call. You should have told me!"

"I wasn't thinking. My brother was in danger and I went on commando, I guess. Sibling instinct?"

"I am just glad you are safe." He whispered, kissing the top of your head multiple times.

"Me too. And I hope I never see that Vigilante guy again."

Adrian kept holding you until a doctor came out to say your brother was okay and he was going to be discharged soon. Adrian helped put your brother in the car and went to the other window to talk with you.

"I gotta go back to work. Give information to why I ran in the middle of the shift."

"I am sorry, bro."

"You should be, Preston. Just don't get into any more troubles tonight, or I gotta kill you, you heard me?"

"Loud and clear."

Adrian rubbed your cheek, affectionately. You seemed so lost and alone and he had to leave you alone that night.

"Call me if you need anything. I love you."

"Love you too."

They both drove away, with you watching Adrian through your rear mirror until you turned right. Adrian sighed, walking towards Chris Smith's car. Chris was watching the whole situation unfold, baffled, not wearing his helmet any more.

"So you got someone Adrian Chase and only now I know this? Fuck, wait until Economos hears this."

"It is their brother. Their brother probably has it, if they couldn't find it."

Chris has never seen Adrian like this. Usually, he was the silly one, making light of the situation. Now his body was all tense and there was no trace of goofiness on him. All his Vigilante stuff was in the back and even Eagly was very quiet, feeling the tension in the air.

"Fuck, dude. What do you want to do, then?"

"I have no idea. Fucking shitty shit thing!"

Chris started driving in direction of Adrian's house while he grabbed his phone, thinking if he shouldn't text Leota for help.

"What you are doing?"

"Begging Leota to ask her mom to not send any killer to my lover's house?"

"I am sure none of them know it yet. We were the only ones there! We will think of something. Trust me on this."

Adrian pondered, putting his phone back in the pocket. He trusted Peacemaker with his life, but you and Preston were on another level. He was sure he was the one cutting Preston and lucky that Preston decided to run away. He could have killed the boy. It was already hard enough to hide his double life, looking out for Preston when he could and now, you were also in the middle of this shit. He would have to find a way to take you out of this mess.