#he fucking sucked. i’ll celebrate his death all i fucking want.

[ravennaortiz]

Hate Me, Love Me: Angels Story-nov

As always 18+. TW:DV, character death

Summary: You two were a match made in heaven. Lovers from the moment you two locked eyes even though your parents had already chosen for you.....or so you thought. When EZ is released from prison a family secret comes to light. You were always to wed a Reyes ....it just wasn't suppose to be Angel. Can you convince him your love is still true and defy your parents wishes? Will EZ let you two be?

Word Count 2k+

“We should have a baby” murmured Angel as he pulled you closer to him voice heavy with sleep still as he grinded against you making heat pool in your lower abdomen as your arousal dripped onto your thighs. “Morning to you as well” you giggled as your hand travelled down his bare chest and onto his thigh making his breath hitch. “and to him” you added as your hand gently stroked his hard cock. Your thumbnail carefully dragging the precum around his sensitive tip.

Angel groaned before quickly repositioning you under him his mouth sucking and nipping at your neck as his head notched at your opening. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him slide into your slick heat easily. “Fuck” moaned Angel into your neck as you fluttered and clamped down around him. “So wet and tight already mi amor” he grunted as he slowly thrusted in and out of you making you moan and whimper.

A knock at the bathroom door had your mind ripping from that last morning you and Angel had been together. That day your lives had changed forever. Another knock had you scooping all the tests on the counter into the trashcan as you flushed the toilet and washed your hands. Opening the door you came face to face with the monster you had been living with for the last almost two months.

“Everything okay?” inquired EZ as he leaned against the wall. His dark eyes roaming over you in a way that made you ill. You gave a meek nod before holding out you hand to him and letting him lead you back to the table where your parents were sitting. The four of you were having a dinner to celebrate something EZ and your father had done. You could care less honestly. The only reason you were here was because EZ no longer trusted anyone to watch you when he left you at home. His patience was dwindling and he had been very clear this morning that he would only allow his denial between your legs for another night. Tomorrow he would just take what was his seeing as how you were now his wife.

You were pushing your salad around when you noted Bottles walk up and whisper something to EZ. Your stomach flipped and churned as you felt his gaze fall on you. “Mi Amor. Why didn’t you tell me you suspected you were pregnant?”

You swallowed hard as you willed yourself to meet his gaze. “You have been so busy, I didn’t want to worry you “ you started before EZ waved you off.

“Never too busy for you. I’m sorry they were negative though.” He offered before turning to your father. “I’ll be sure to fix that though tonight” he joked as he elbowed your father playfully who laughed as well as your mother.

Your eyes darted to Bottles who gave a slight shake of his head before disappearing back into the shadows. Why had he lied? You thought to yourself as you looked back to EZ and your father both of who were still chuckling as they went back to their discussion. A red dot on EZ’s chest caught your eyes right as he looked at you. EZ frowned at your wide eyes right before looking down. The next thing you knew a boom filled the air as your mother screamed and EZ slumped forward as your father ducked under the table.

Two months prior

You felt like the ground was crumbling out from under you as your father spoke. The air thick with tension,hurt and anger. Tears burned at your lash line as each word hit you in the gut. This couldn't be true. Couldn't be happening. Fanatically you searched the faces of your parents, Felipe, Angel and Ez, who sat around your kitchen table.

Only Angel's face mirrored how you felt. His grip on your hand tightening painfully as your parents tore your fairytale apart. Felipe had the decency to look ashamed and remorseful but offered no defense for you and Angel against your ever stoic and emotionless parents. You swallowed hard and shivered at the dark smirk you got from EZ.

EZ couldn't help the smirk that played across his face. The monster lurking beneath the golden boy scout mask, taking a quick peek at his beautiful prize. If he was being honest he didn't want you....well not exactly. He wanted you so Angel couldn't have you anymore. He wasn't interested in love or any of that fluffy bullshit. He wanted something to sink into whenever he needed, something to own.

“You mother and I understand this is hard. To have been with one man for over ten years then told you are being given to another” stated your father trying to pretend to be remorseful but you saw through the façade like you always had. “EZ is Presidente and the only reason I am agreeing to this change is because of his higher status than his brother.” continued to explain your father before Angel interrupted.

“He hasn’t even prospected. He can’t be Presidente” snapped Angel his fist slamming onto the table as his anger started to get the better of him. Ignoring his fathers quiet plea of calm Angel continued. “So you all just think you can barge into our home and tell us our marriage, our love and life we have built is just over? Null and void? That It doesn’t matter because this snot nosed golden child whined about it not being fair that he missed out because he killed a cop like an idiot.” Ranted Angel as he slammed his chair back sending it flying as he over turned the kitchen table.

“How come no one mentioned that they were suppose to be an arranged marriage until today? Let me and her get together and just never say anything all these years? How come he fucking knew but not her or I?” demanded Angel as Felipe restrained him against the fridge as you cried and you mom cowered behind your father.

“Boys like you deserve no explanation from men like me and your brother” spat your father as EZ just sat laughing before standing up and tossing some keys to the floor at Angels feet.

“Those are the keys to the trailer by the clubhouse. Effective in an hour that is where you live brother. This house and her are mine.” He stated before heading out of the kitchen.

Gillys House

Gilly and Coco sat in stunned silence as they listened to Angel go over what had happened earlier that day. The club had been dismantled to a degree. Bishop excommunicated and other brothers missing or had quit.

“She didn’t even say anything. I might as well hit the road. I don’t wanna see my girl getting dicked down and shit” stated Angel defeatedly as he slumped onto the table.

“Probably best she didn’t. The violence your brother showed earlier at the clubhouse can very easily be put on her.” Stated gilly as he exchanged a look with Coco.

“She loves ya too much to give up on you” offered Coco as he took a drag of his cigarette.

Next Day

“Stop” you screamed voice almost hoarse as you grabbed onto EZ’s leather. Trying your best to get him off Angel.  “Please EZ! I’m begging you. I’ll do anything please don’t hurt him!” you sobbed as he tossed you off him to the floor of the clubhouse.

This was your fault. If you had only held your tongue last night then EZ wouldn’t have beaten the shit out of you. Leaving you with bruises, cuts scrapes, a busted lip and black eye for Angel to get pissed about.

Panting EZ spun around on you making you skirt along the floor to get away. “Good girl. I knew you would see things my way” he growled as he yanked you up to him making you flinch. “Kiss me” he demanded in your ear as he gripped your neck. With tears in your eyes you did as he demanded as Angel watched from the floor.

For the next two months you pretended to be a good little wife. Keeping you and Angel safe from EZ wrath. You were lucky he was so distracted in gaining power that he didn’t pay much mind to your lack of letting him in your bed. He had tried but you had pushed back and a small part of him still wasn’t fully evil enough to just take what he wanted from your body.

Angel though didn’t see it that way though. In his mind you had moved on. Replacing him and giving up on the love and life the two of you had built. No reassurance from Gilly or Coco could make him see reason. No sneaked letter from you was read or when it was believed truly.

Present Day

Angel was sipping a beer as he sat on his patio overlooking the ocean. The crash of the rolling waves the only sound as he lay in his hammock. He had fled to Mexico a couple of weeks ago after a particularly bad blow up with his brother, the whole club was coming under fire and Angels loyalty had long ago left. Valuing his own life he had disappeared across the border with Coco, Letty and Gilly. Looking up at the clear night sky his mind drifted to you. Wondering if you were looking up at the same time. While he had given up on the idea of you two ever being able to reunite or that you still actually loved him he couldn’t help but ease into the comfort of old memories.

He still wore the ring. Bore the shared tattoos, had your photo as his background and framed portraits of you hung in his bungalow. He had managed to smuggle a poem you had wrote him out and your wedding album out  of the house as well as a shirt you had brought him and a pair of panties he had always kept in his leather. On the especially lonely nights after not being able to stomach bringing another woman to his bed. He would turn the lights down and use them to get off. His mind full of you as he talked out loud, moaning and calling your name.

Glancing at his watch Angel sighed before making his way inside. Calling it for the night as he tossed his bottle into the trash and turned out the lights. Angel had just drifted off when the knocking started. “What the fuck” he grumbled as he saw it was four in the morning. “Someone better be dead” he called as the knocking continued as he stumbled to the door. “What?” he snapped as he flung the door open.

“Hey” you murmured as you met his eyes. You watched as Angel went through every emotion. Irritation, shock and surprise to disbelieve and happiness. Within moments he had you pulled into the house slamming the door as he watched through the windows for anyone else.

“How?” he stated as he turned to you. You looked rough. Pale, hair a mess, makeup trialing down your cheeks as if you had been crying, dress torn to shreds and shoes missing.

You shook your head not sure how to be honest. “Someone shot EZ and then they dragged me into a van. I was blindfolded. Then a tunnel, it was dirt and wood. I remember a hospital? Then another van and then I got dropped off a couple blocks away and told to come here.”

“Why?” demanded Angel as he turned to you.

“Because I love you” you replied puzzled by the question. You were not a hundred percent sure what he was asking. Having known him for so long though you knew his mind would have been trying to paly tricks on him. That he would have talked himself into believing what your parents and EZ had said, That he was not worthy of you, that he could not provide for you and that you never truly loved him.

The silence between you two was loud as Angel took in those four words. Within seconds his lips were on yours as he pushed you against the wall. You parted your lips letting his tongue snake into your mouth as you moaned. Hands sliding down his bare chest to his boxers as his hands cupped your ass prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Pregnant” you mumbled as Angel quickly ripped your panties off, flingers sliding through your wet folds making you whine.

“What?” stated Angel as his fingers stilled inside you. His eyes searching yours as you cupped his face.

“We are pregnant Angel. I” you started before his lips were back on yours as he carried you to his bed. Tears spilling from his eyes as he laid you down before pulling back and caressing your stomach as his hands travelled to your dress. Bunching it up his eyes landing on his name above your mound before yanking his boxers down just enough to free his hardened length.

“I just need to be inside you mi amor. After this I’ll make love to every inch of your body like you deserve.” He murmured as he carefully pushed into your slick heat making you back arch. Angel kept your his hands firmly on your knees as he watched himself disappear into your depths before pulling back out his cock glistening with your arousal.

“Angel” you whimpered as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. The head of his cock dragging along that sweet spot over and over. Angel moved over you, caging you in with his arms as his mouth found yours. Sucking down every sweet moan as he kept up his pace. He groaned as yours hands scratched his back and pulled at his hair, urging him on until he was pouring himself deep within your soft walls.

“I thought I had lost you” you murmured as he lay on top of you. “I love you so much Angel. No one else holds anything to you” you continued as he kissed your forehead and gently wiped at the tears that slipped down your cheeks.

“Shh. I know baby girl. I’m so sorry forever making you think I doubted the truth of your love. For leaving you behind, I will never forgive myself for that.” Murmured Angel as his tears mixed with yours.

A few months later

Angel was tearing home after his father’s call. His words still ringing in his ear. “I’m sorry I couldn’t kill him that night. He knows where she is and is coming for her”. Letting his bike crash into the driveway as he hopped off he took in the suv and bolted for the stairs just as he heard gunshots ring out. Taking the stairs three at a time he busted through the already broken door and slipped in a pool of blood, his own gun flying under the couch.

“No” he screamed as he crawled through the warm crimson river that flowed from around the corner. His eyes taking in the dark shape on the floor as tears poured down his face. Grabbing onto the arm he pulled you to him only to stop as he caught sight of movement by the nursery.

“I….I… killed…..” you stuttered as you dropped to your knees still holding the gun in both hands. Eyes wide as you gasped for breathe and your body trembled.

Angel glanced down at the empty eyes of EZ before slowly making his way to you. Once he had the gun out of your hands and the safety on he held you tightly to him as you sobbed. “It’ll be okay.” He soothed as he closed his eyes as your daughter started to cry. “We will all be okay” he continued as he heard the faint sounds of sirens.

The End

[alphamalereviewsfanfics]

CAN YOU TASTE MY LUST? CAN YOU FEEL MY SIN? By Heartofhubris

SUMMARY: “But, the issue had arisen during your nights when he filtered into your dreams. Nights of imagining him taking you in the pews,laying you out on the dark woodtostrip you bare to his whims.
When you focused back into the Father, you felt your blush travel up to your ears. The thoughts would only offer more confessions, and you didn’t want to add in more sins you had to confess.
“We are all sinners,” Father Ford said.

Enjoy the sacrilege, you damn heathen

Priest Ford AU where he's aware of what he can do and he does it.”

PREGAME: Happy Easter my fellow alphas!!!!! My partner requested this one and I thought it would be silly if I was a bit sacreligious on this holiday because I kinda hate it 😎😎😎 not because of like the religious shit itself but like because the rabbit shit doesn’t compute in my brain and also because of how my family celebrates good ole Easter but what can you do. I’m not catholic, but I was raised pretty non-denominational Christian and I haven’t been to church since I was 10 so like I know nothing about this shit. I’ll take most of my knowledge from watching midnight mass so like if it’s insanely inaccurate to how this catholic shit goes then that’s not on me that’s on the author, who describes themself as “catholicphobic.” Also I only read this twice instead of my usual five times before reviewing so sorry if the review sucks ass that’s just the alpha way though.

REVIEW: When I was younger I desperately wanted to learn latin. I watched this Wes Anderson movie called Rushmore (it was an earlier one so it wasn’t filled with the crazy aesthetics he has now) and I was in love with the idea of taking Latin and going to a Latin club and reviving an almost dead language. It drove me mad and I would try to teach myself Latin with google translate (because duolingo and sites like that weren’t really a thing) and I learned all about the etymology of words in the English language and I was obsessed with it and I would tell everyone what the root of certain words was and it annoyed the shit out of people (especially my sister). Anyways the point of all this is that Latin is not sexy. And it never will be sexy to me. And I don’t know why I was so fucking hung up on the mention of latin because like there aren’t even any latin words in this fic!!!!! It just mentions it!!!! So moral of the story don’t be me. This is pretty well written though bro. The author succeeds with constructing a kinda like repentance vibe in the first few sentences. Like it feels like there’s nothing else to be written besides priest porn. Like that’s the end goal. Even if there wasn’t priest porn in it I would get the vibes of priest porn like just read the first few sentences l think Aw man this’ll either be some good religious horror novel or some killer priest porn. And I respect the hell out of that bro like it got the tone down bro. And like the porn itself is pretty well written like man I’m bewildered that the tone just fit so well bro like I don’t get it I’m baffled bro this is insane!!!!!! Like the porn was so well written bro it has tone and emotion to it you don’t get usually bro trust me. Anyways my partner said they were really into this fic and I gotta support them on that it was well written even if I find the father thing kinda silly but like I don’t know I’ve never tried it. Also priests are silly and I couldn’t see Ford into religion like characterization wise buuut I’m putting the mischaracterization aside because it’s just made for people who want to get off to priest ford pines and I gotta respect that. So if you’re into ford pines and you’re into priest shit this fine Easter Sunday then do some sacrilegious shit and read this fic

RATING: 6/8 fingers (BETA MALE STATUS)

Happy Easter and Ramadan and Passover and death anniversary of Margaret Thatcher my alphas 😎😎💪💪🔥🔥🔥

[storyowls]

Anna Harris: Pre-Embrace drabbles

Some of the drabbles I did for my VtM character Anna!

Warning, these works can include: Mentions of a body, negative feelings towards family, death of a family member, and strong language.

The weird, uneasy feeling that I expect to have in my tiny dorm isn’t there. All media has told me that I’d feel weird being away from my family, so removed yet so close. But I don’t, I don’t feel that at all.

I feel relieved.

The relief fades as I realize what that means. That nagging, aching, buried in my chest and squeezing my throat feeling. My hands cover my face as I try to hold it all inside, like the scared seventeen year old that I am. All my cousins are so much older than me, the youngest was ten when I was born. And uncle Rocco….he was nine, when I came around, but he cared.

He cared so much.

The others didn’t.

I was just there, a constant, annoying, young kid who was too small to do what they wanted to do. I was just annoying to teenagers, young adults. They had moved on so far with life when I was a teenager myself.

The severed feeling I felt from that side of the family when he died is still strangling my soul so hard.

I don’t belong, I never belonged. I’m so sorry Rocco.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

And I hate that I will never belong.

Mom insisted on putting a full body mirror in my tiny dorm (I’m tossing a sheet over it, fuck this) and I don’t want to tell her how I feel. We stand in front of it, and I just stare at myself. Try to ignore how different we look, how Dad’s genes won over hers except for the color of my hair.

I can’t even look like the others, can I?

She makes a comment about how beautiful I am, placing a hand on my shoulder. Am I, Mom? Am I really when I’m so far detached from the family? I can’t tell her about the aching in my chest, the longing for a sense of belonging.

How I’ve wanted to scream at her for making me have a different last name than everybody else.

She seems to be done with her check in on me (please give me space to grieve whom I never was in peace), and starts to walk towards the door. I follow her, we talk for half an hour more as her hand rests on the handle. I watch as she leaves before stepping back in and shutting the door.

And I toss a sheet over that stupid mirror.

The sketchbook is full.

Looking down at the last page, I study the drawings of a dissected tulip. The Darwin Hybrid tulip breed; beautiful, steady, a resilient flower for any discerning gardener. Or the favorite of a somewhat depressed, extremely bored college student. It’s my sophomore year, still stuck doing my general classes. I’ve moved to a somewhat bigger place; a near by apartment complex with my first roommate from the dorms.

And she’s currently out on a date so I have the place to myself.

Letting out a content sigh, I grab my fancy colored pencils and begin to color the pictures. I’m happy with this, feel like a real artist. And a real big dork too, haha. I soon finish up, closing the sketchbook up and going to hide it for now. Maybe I’ll share these one day.

Hell maybe I’ll design my own tattoo sometime.

But for now, I’m just get another sketchbook and fill that up too. Got a lot of plants to draw after all.

And a lot of college ahead of me.

I got the singing from Mom, the guitar skills from Dad. A country singer and a man who, if he so decided, could break the blue grass music industry with a smile and a wave created me. I do not sing country, I do not play blue grass.

I do metal.

I quietly pluck my guitar strings, my roommate out for the night to celebrate her first degree. We’re both very driven, ready for more, and we’ve agreed to move into one of the college apartments once we leave this dorm. More room, more privacy. And the parking doesn’t suck.

As for me, I’ve recently finished my minor in music theory, making Mom prouder than the day she got her first platinum album. Dad voiced his pleasure in a letter, and I can feel the radiating warmth of his joy. This degree has made Mom back off a little, giving me room to go after my true joys.

The sound of my music quietly fills the air as I try not to be a disturbance to our neighbors. Music sheets litter the tiny, shitty desk I have crammed into a corner. I pause, picking up my marker to connect a few more notes, write down another line in the lyrics. This has been my little project for a while, a hidden knowledge and joy. Smiling, I hold the pages up to see what I have.

Mom probably wouldn’t like it, but I don’t care. The words work, the music works. I just need somebody else to be part of this, and the song will be perfect. It’s me, all the way down to the screams and the resentment, it’s me.

I got the singing from Mom, the guitar skills from Dad, and the song from me and me alone.

I’m sitting through a classmate’s dissertation defense. While most people outside us would be bored, I and the others here are fascinated. Out of the corner of my eye I see their family; a bunch of fellow nerds in some degree. They may not fully understand, but they’re clearly interested.

I wonder how mine will look, if they come.

While most of them went to some form of schooling beyond high school (yes, trade school counts and it’s very important), their interests didn’t exactly align with mine. Most went into business, music, trades, and a couple became lawyers.

I once more settle under the very lonely “odd ball” section of the family.

Sitting back in my seat, I let my mind snap back to my classmate. Charles catches my attention briefly, tilting his head as if asking me a question. I nod in reply, knowing what he’s curious about. Giving me that soft, knowing smile, he turns back to the front and I follow his lead.

Damn, he’s good at knowing when I need him.

The defense wraps up, and we all stand around to talk for a little. After about ten or so minutes we disperse, going off in our own merry little ways. My mind thinks about Charles, trying to not think about who I will see at the end of the week. I spot him ahead, clearly waiting for me with a hand out stretched.

I eagerly take it when I catch up to him.

I try not to look too much at them as I give my defense, I don’t need to see. My paternal grandparents clearly are into it...mom and her side are doing their best to be supportive, but it’s all falling a little flat. Of course it is, but I’m trying not to let it get to me.

My classmates are into it, watching and listening intently. They’re my people, and I’m their person. I keep my attention on them, giving little glances once in a while as they watch. Charles is here, of course, and there’s a big smile on his face. It breaks my heart for a moment, knowing that we’re going to be parting ways after graduation.

I’m going to LA, and he’s going to Alaska.

I let my mind go back to the task at hand, finishing with a sense of triumph and confidence. My family come up to talk with me a little before leaving. Mom lingers a little, the smile of a proud mother on her face as she tells me I did great. I know I did, but I don’t say anything. I watch her leave before going to my classmates. We talk, and I let the pain melt away for a little bit.

I try to ignore the fact that I’m part of the painful, lonely “odd ball” section of the family where nobody else resigns.

It’s midnight, and I need a rush of caffeine before I fall asleep on the next job site. I know I’ve joked about wanting a dirt nap during exam season, but I did not mean like that. Pulling into a parking spot at the random gas station between point B and C, I look at the building. Lively enough to hopefully have coffee, but quiet enough that only the single person on shift will be there to judge my piss poor life choices.

Perfect.

Grabbing my purse, I pull my lanyard off and shove it in there so as not to just hand out my name to random people. My van shifts slightly as I open the door and climb out, which doesn’t surprise me anymore. Maybe someday I’ll get something else, something that hasn’t seen Michigan winters. Double check the doors locked before shutting the driver’s side and heading inside.

I don’t even check to see if somebody’s at the counter, I’m technically on break so I can take a moment to just look around. If they’re off doing something, they’ll come back. And since I’m here, might as well get some sort of lunch…late dinner, early as shit breakfast? I consider getting a hot dog, but eh, I’m just going to chip it.

Looks like I haven’t really gotten out of the college mindset yet. Getting a PhD will do that to ya.

After grabbing my chips of choice, I look at the coffee. Oh, oh no. It looks like the last shift made this, and I know stuff happens, but not this. Even I have standards for my coffee, and something I’d do to torture myself during my dissertation period isn’t on the list.

Once was enough, thanks.

This means I’m stuck with energy drinks, fuck me. Turning, I look at my choices, no to the Red Bull, the Monster….shit. I resign myself to my fate of the tiny, weird looking bottle of 5-hour Energy. Picking it up, I decide to stop wasting time and go up to the counter.

The person on shift looks like they don’t wanna be here. Don’t really think I can blame them. As they scan my items I notice the multiple magazines they have laid out to read when nobody’s around. I wonder when the last customer they saw before me was. I count the change out once they’re done, handing it over. The worker quickly glances it over, seeming somewhat grateful for exact change, and puts it in the register.

Once I’m handed my receipt, I pick my things up, say bye, and leave. There’s a strange, lingering sense of emptiness as I step out into the parking lot. I decide to chalk it up to the time of night, and unlock my van before slipping inside. It shifts as I get inside and slam the door closed.

Double checking that the doors are locked, I turn it on just enough for the radio. I put on the lanyard once more, making sure my work ID is facing out so people know who I am. Ripping the energy drink open, I let out a sigh before drinking it the only way I know. Chugging it.

If these people wanted me to sip it like a fine wine, they’re going to have to make the idea seem good.

Once done, I put the bottle and its cap in the little bag I have for trash. Fully starting my engine, and after buckling up, I start to back out of the spot I’ve been holding onto. I can eat in the parking lot of my next destination (damn me for not packing a real lunch), chill out for the rest of my break before pretending to be a whole person for some other botanist.

It’s sometime after midnight, and I’m banking on a rush of caffeine to carry me through the rest of the night.

Well, this certainly wakes me up.

Pulling out my phone, I find the non-emergency line for the police. After giving them the details of where I am, and what I found, I hang up and call my boss. She seems surprised and states that she’s on her way to me.

“How far back are you standing?”

“I backed up like five feet the instant I saw what I dug up.”

“Okay, good. I’ll be there soon, you just wait.” She hangs up and I put my phone away. 

I back up a few feet more, just to make sure. I’m still within sight so I can keep an eye on it, and this way nobody has to try and find me. 

Luckily I already have lights set up so I’m not just sitting in the dark. Sighing, I go and get my book from my purse before sitting down. I leaf through the pages, and wait.

It’s not like the body’s going anywhere anyway.

My boss gets here a few minutes before the police who instantly go to the body. She and I discuss how this will probably slow down the job site for a few days. There’s promises that I’ll still be paid, even though I’m not working. Works for me; I probably just saved her a lot of legal headache by finding it tonight.

I hear a cop remark that the body looks pretty fresh, and my heart sinks.

I try not to think about how it took some willpower to not just stand and stare at what I found for a few minutes before calling. The classes I took in college really piqued my curiosity in this line of work, though I was going to stick with the botany. 

I hope whoever this is gets identified and returned to whoever cares about them.

A cop comes over to talk to me. I pull out the laminated map showing where the dig sites were supposed to be and explain I was to get dirt samples. The workers during the day dug up the exact spots already, I didn’t have to do much that night.

“However,” I pull out a white board marker, circling the spot where the body was, “this was not supposed to be dug up. Naturally this got my attention, and I was very careful during my look over. The soil seemed to be dug up later too. So I carefully dug up some of the dirt and well…”

“You found the victim. What’d you do then?”

“I dropped my tool on the edge of the hole I dug up and then backed up about five feet before calling. I already messed with the scene enough, I didn’t want to do more damage.”

“Well, you didn’t do enough to mess with our work, and thank you for calling right away Miss Harris, we appreciate it. We’ll get our stuff set up so you can get yours and get home. Hopefully this won’t keep you up tonight.”

“Yeah, hopefully, thanks officer.” I watch him walk away before standing back, not wanting to get in the way. I’ve definitely earned the right to spend the rest of the night at a karaoke bar after this. 

And that’s where I’ll be.

I stand in front of the shitty, second hand full sized mirror I got at the thrift store. I’ve shoved it into a corner of my bedroom where I can easily hide it, turn it away. But I’m looking myself over, thinking about how I’ve grown and changed since the last mirror I had.

The one I smashed in college.

I have the stare of a stubborn fool who got a doctorate in something most people don’t wanna hear about. It’s going to be a struggle making friends, I feel like, for many reasons. I can just imagine the awkward silence when I introduce myself now.

The stares that tell me I don’t belong here.

I turn, staring over my shoulder as I check out the backwards reflections of my patches. Most collected over the years, bought myself or gifted. A couple of them…well, if Ridley wanted to keep them he should’ve come the fuck back to Detroit.

The thought that I probably won’t find him ever again catches in my throat and I choke down the tears.

Instead, I just stare at myself, Mom’s words about how beautiful I am ringing in my ears; metaphorically of course. Straightening myself up, I grab the tattered sheet I brought with me and toss it over the mirror. I can bring myself to stare at it some other time.

But for now, I’m going to a quick job to do before I go to church.

I exit the church, disappointed but somehow not surprised. There’s the aching pain in my chest, again, the longing of…something I’d rather not admit. Times like these make me wish I smoked so I’d have something to cut the anxiety.

Coffee doesn’t help and I’m not too keen on having too many college level nights with a punch bowl again.

My mind turns to the one guy I sat down by, the one with the stare of a man who hated nearly everybody he saw in there. It was fucking creepy, but somehow, I related. Maybe he feels just as let down by this whole shitshow like I do, maybe that’s what led me to talk to him. That or the fact that I’m dressed like a metal head dipshit and he was rocking the crusty punk look.

Fucking hell, what good is a PhD if you don’t know how to control your emotions?

I realize that I paused by the door’s side, not blocking the entry way but still close enough to hear any loud praying inside. I wish that stuff worked, gave me any sort of peace. Instead I have to deal with the fact that I’m just an idiot who thought that moving to LA would fix me in some fashion. Sure, being away from Mom helps, but…

Shaking my head, I turn and go towards the parking lot. Maybe I’ll just go drink some shitty coffee at Mic’s, scream the emotions out. Probably going to make some shitty art tonight, that’ll help for sure.

And I just need to ignore the aching in my chest.

Oh fucking hell, is this another body?

Is it going to be a common trend for me to find bodies while on the job? If so I’m going to need more...personal test tubes. I look around, spotting nobody. Fuck it, might as well. I back up to my equipment, grabbing one of the “spare” test tubes I keep on hand. In reality it’s for more, well, opportune moments like this.

I need to back up my college work somehow, right?

I’m quick to grab some of the dirt that’s furthest away from the body. I stare at it for a moment, guessing that it’s been in this spot for at least six months. A guess, of course, I’m no expert. I desperately want to study it more, but I can’t. Pocketing the tube, I back up and make yet another call.

I just hope nobody saw me.

I’m having the dream again.

Rocco sits across from me at one of the many coffee tables my grandparents owned in one of multiple sitting rooms. We’re on the floor, playing cards sprawled out in front of us. Probably UNO, not that the memory would serve me well. He’s got that smile on his face, and I can feel my heart sinking.

“Hey kid, what’s up?”

“Oh, same old…”

“College done?”

“Yeah, moved out to LA.”

“...didn’t wanna be by your mom?”

“….I couldn’t take it anymore. Being there.”

“Come on kiddo, you know she loves you.”

“And she loved you.” My voice breaks a little as I stare at him. His face falters for a second as he glances at me. “I know she blames herself for what happened. Over heard her talking to Dad once.”

“And why does she blame herself?”

“I know she asked you to come pick me up from school, surprise me. I was having one of my days after, after…”

“The diagnosis.”

“Yeah, that. She knew that you getting me would just make my whole day so much better. So she asked you, and you were coming..”

“And the guy side swiped me.” He pauses, looking me over. “You don’t blame her, do you?”

“Never.”

“Then who do you blame?” I don’t want to answer, feeling like I can’t breath despite it being a dream. “Anna, darling, who do you blame?”

“Me, I blame me.” The tears start to roll down my face, “If only I’d been normal, I wouldn’t have had one of those days, you wouldn’t have to come get me!”

“Anna, hey, hey.” He reaches out, drying my face with his hand, “It’s not your fault, that guy would have hit anybody coming his way. The way the universe shook that shit out isn’t your fault, okay?”

He gives me that smile, and all I can do is nod as I feel like a scared nine year old again. Grabbing a tissue from the box on the table, he cleans me up, humming softly. Soft, knowing, loving. Like the piece of my soul that was severed from me that day.

“Love you, kid.”

“Love you too, Roc.”

And with that, I wake up.

[ohtobeleah]

How do you think everyone would mark the one year anniversary of Bobs death? They each have so many different types of trauma to deal with. Would they mark it separately in their own ways or together?

Terms of Endearment

I feel like the first year that goes by would just be the hardest of all. It’s full of love and new beginnings for Bradley and yourself and little Dotty. It’s full of adventure and romance for Jake and Amilia. It’s full of excitement and passion for Rhett and Phoenix but at the same time all that happiness and excitement is shrouded in the fact you all lost a dear friend. Bob.

You all definitely plan a day. Maybe it’s down at the reserve for a lunch and a check in. To remember Bob for who he was and laugh and remember he wouldn’t have given his life for everyone to just lose their way. He’d want you all to continue living, growing.

It’s only been a year so everyone is still incredibly raw and emotional. You and Bradley are just coming back from your honeymoon, Dots just turned four, you’ve just found out your expecting a second little munchkin and Rooster couldn’t be more excited if he tried to be.

But through all the laugher and joy, there’s tear’s because Bob isn’t there to celebrate all the good that’s going on in life now.

“You ever stop to think what he’d say in certain situations?” Jakes asking while he watches Amilia and yourself play with Dotty on the swings in the park down by the reserve.

“He’d say something stupid like he shoots he scores or something no one would expect him to say.” Bradleys chuckling to himself at the thought. “Fuck I miss him man—“

“Yeah.” All Jake can see playing through his mind like a roladex suck on the same memory is Jaidyn telling him to choose. “Yeah me too.” He goes home that night and can’t sleep. Amilia tries her best to help him settle with melatonin and soft scratches, but nothing seems to help. When Jake does fall asleep he wakes up screaming that he’s sorry.

But as the years go by and the days count on and on that Robert Floyd’s been six feet under and watching from the heavens above, things get a little easier. There’s still moments where things just would have been a hell of a lot easier to navigate if Bob was still alive. Like when Odette confronts Rhett about Bobby Bear, or when Rhett and Phoenix have kids of their own and everything falls to shit around them. The phase “I’m not him! I’ll never be him and if that’s who you wanted me to be then you’re gonna have to re-evaluate Tash because I’m not Rob!” Plays on repeat in Phoenix’s head every day since the bust up.

“We didn’t kill him, Jake.” And “You didn’t pull the trigger Fe.” Are said a lot between you and Jake when there’s phone calls in the middle of the night after panic attacks.

“I swear he’s still around hon, I can feel him.” Bradley’s convinced Bob follows his daughter everywhere like a lost soul for about three or four years after the fact.

“There’s no such thing as ghost Roo—“ You say time and time again, until your nightmares aren’t nightmares anymore and you see what you think is Bob sitting in the backseat of Phoenixes fighter jet that’s in for maintenance.

“Bob?” You have to ask, you have to rub your eyes and take a deep breath in.

“Who the hell is Bob?” Ellie, Phoenix’s new backs-seater is asking as she walks into your hanger. “Is that the guy in the photo in Nixs lockers?”

“No that’s Rhett.” You reply. “It’s a death twin brother thing.”

[whiterabbitmemes]

Lyric Starters: Miscellaneous Kim Dracula Lyrics

"Tell me when the fuck the show starts."

"It's so cute how you're scared of the dark."

"I don't wanna see that fucking look in your eye."

"I know what you like."

"I know what you hide."

"I'll think about all the memories later."

"Baby, just close your eyes."

"I'ma just take a bite."

"I'ma just take your life."

"I've never been closer than this."

"No way, gotta hide the evidence."

"I'ma suck your blood till you start lookin' funny."

"I'ma suck your blood while it's warm and kinda runny."

"And you smiled for the last time in my life."

"I hope you fucking drown."

"I'm not fucking around."

"Baby we've been helpless lately."

"I can't get rid of you now."

"Don't want money, or fame, or power."

"I want a lifestyle."

"I want everybody to be like me."

"And I'll erase you."

"But I'd die to save you."

"They really fucked me over."

"Like they really fucked me over."

"So now I've got the other people telling me that they wanna repossess my car."

"And, you know- I just had to say to them, look I'm sorry but I don't drive a car."

"I'm talking about vengeance."

"I'm talking about you."

"I was always willing to be reasonable, until I had to be unreasonable."

"Sometimes reasonable men must do unreasonable things."

"Have I lost my mind?"

"I am just a little insecure."

"Please don't be afraid."

"I could never play."

"Don't discuss yourself."

"I see through your spectacular display."

"Mother never let me out to play."

"Honey, Johnny's just mentally ill."

"After all, they will say he's misguided, just needs a bit of love."

"Just like that."

"And of course, we'll always give it to him."

"It's enough to make you think."

"It's enough to make you sick."

"Motherfucker!"

"I'm betting a lot of people never had a place they belong."

"You better not look at me wrong, 'cause I'ma mess you up for real."

"Celebrity status just for murdering people?"

"Doesn't it feel so familiar?."

"We could be famous, like famous for real."

"You and I are so similar."

"I love to play."

"I love to cause damage."

"Make me famous."

"I think you should know that I see other people."

"And they see me looking back."

"Baby, don't you break my heart, I told you that it's made of glass."

"What the fuck you say?"

"Well you know what I mean."

"What an awful kind of day."

"Say please."

"If you wanna stop me then go buy me a coffee."

"Blood, it's so much fun."

"Now I am one with the sun."

"Hell of a drug."

"Death from above."

"So I got a text from God."

"God texted me."

"He said he just wanted to talk."

"I blocked his number."

[neurodivergent-fox-demon]

Stackson Week Day 6

The Bleeding Hearts Club

Rating: mature

Other tags: trans lydia, Derek Hale/ Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey/Scott Mccall/Allson Argent , Peter Hale/Chris Argent, Minor Character Death

triggers: fighting, drug use

Please let me know if I need to add any more tags.

Archive of Our Own

Chapter 6: Moving Up and Out

“Oh god, Jackson. Final is in two hours.” Stiles panted and rolled his hips as Jackson sucked on his neck. “Fuck, feels so good.” He gripped Jackson’s hair and whimpered. 

Jackson grinned against his neck. “You’ve studied all you can, luv.” He laid him on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing down his chest. “I just want you to relax.” 

Stiles nodded, as he began unbuttoning his slacks. “Yeah, yeah.” He groaned, pulling him into a hungry kiss.

Jackson groaned into the kiss as he pulled a condom and lube from his pocket. He pulled back from the kiss and quickly removed his own clothes. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and moved over Stiles, kissing down his body. 

📚

Stiles grinned as he stepped out of his trigonometry class. He was officially done with high school and this last final was a lot easier then he had thought it would be. Maybe Jackson was right about taking a few hours to relax before a big test. He chewed his lip and sighed, thinking back through the last few hours. He looked up and saw Jackson waiting for him. He ran over and jumped into his arms. “I missed you.” 

Jackson laughed and kissed him softly. “I missed you too. It’s only been an hour, luv.” He chuckled and traced his fingers over his cheek. “How was your exam?” 

Stiles let out a long pleasured breath. “It went fine. I think I aced it.” He kissed his hand, grinning at Jackson. “We should go out and celebrate. We’re officially finished with high school.” 

Jackson sighed, kissing him lovingly. “Yeah, I’m so proud of you. Dinner is on me. I have reservations at the Ledbury in London, and a room reserved at the Langham hotel, for the weekend.” 

Stiles smirked, tracing his thumb over his neck. “You are going to spoil me, like this. You did not have to do all this, babe.” He pecked his lips and took his hand, leading him out to the jeep. “I would have been happy with the café and staying at my house this weekend.” 

“Yeah, but I wanted to do this. It’s not just a celebration for you, but for me as well. I’ve already talked to your dad, so he’ll know where we’ll be all weekend.” 

Stiles hummed and nodded. “I guess I can agree to that. I would love to go away for the weekend with you.” He kissed him softly and sighed. He could not believe how lucky he was to have a boyfriend like Jackson. “When do we leave?” 

Jackson kissed him behind his ear and chuckled. “Right after your last therapy session. I’ll be waiting for you in the Porsche.” 

Stiles groaned, shaking his head. “Do I have to? I don’t want to go. The day has been so amazing and having to talk about my feelings is going to ruin everything.” 

“I know, my love, but this is the last session.” He kissed his forehead. “It’s only an hour.” 

Stiles groaned and nodded, laying his head on Jackson’s shoulder. “Fine. I’ll go.” 

📚

 Jackson was packing in his room when there was a knock on his door. He sighed and went to open the door. “Oh, Danny. What can I do for you?” Technically he was still the head boy for another week and he was glad to help another student. 

Danny shrugged, running his hand through his hair. “The other guys said that you are going away for the weekend?” 

Jackson nodded as he let the other boy into his room. “Yeah, I’m taking my boyfriend to London. I hope that is alright. I’m sure that everyone can survive a weekend without me.” 

Danny smiled, leaning against the door frame. “Yeah, we’ll be fine. We were planning to surprise you with a graduation gift, but I’ve been elected to invite you to a party next week instead. You can invite Stiles, if you’d like.” He chuckled. “You have been a great head boy and we want to honor that.” 

“Oh, that… you guys did not have to do that.” Jackson smiled, looking up at him. “I suppose I can come to a party. We usually go to dinner with his friends on Saturday. When is the party?” 

Danny nodded. “No problem. The party is Friday night. We thought we’d get one last party in before we all have to move out Monday.” He grinned at Jackson. “All of us really think you’ve been an amazing head boy.” 

Jackson blushed, as he closed his suitcase. “Oh, I… That is really nice of you guys.” He chuckled as he grabbed his hat and keys. “Where’s the party?”

”No, seriously. Um, it’s in the ballroom. the headmaster has given us permission to have it there, as long as we don’t get too out of hand.” Danny smiled. “I'm going to be the DJ and Levi is doing the decorating.” 

Jackson chuckled. “I’ll be there. I’m sure Stiles wouldn’t mind. Levi is his best friend.” He chewed his lip. “If you don’t mind, I have to meet Stiles at my car. We have quite a drive to London.” 

Danny nodded, winking at him. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” 

Jackson blushed. “I have no idea what you mean.” 

“Sure you don’t. My walls are thin, Jackson.” Danny laughed. 

Jackson's blush deepened as he shook his head. “Oh my god… I’m… I don’t know what to say.” 

Danny shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, man. Have a good weekend.” 

”Thank you.” 

📚

Stiles’s eyes widened as he walked into the restraint with Jackson. He had never been anywhere this fancy before and his suit and tie felt like it was going to choke him. “Oh my god, Jackson. This place is entirely too fancy. I’m going to embarrass myself.” 

Jackson squeezed his hand, smiling. “No you won’t, luv. One, no one will care, and two, I requested a private table.” 

Stiles chuckled. “See, you’re scared I’ll embarrass you.” 

Jackson sighed, shaking his head. “No, I just want you all to myself.” He kissed him softly before walking up to the Hostess to see about their reservation. He grinned at Stiles as they were led to their private table. “See, don’t worry so much, luv.” 

Stiles smiled as he sat at the table. “This place really is beautiful.” He looked at the menu and sighed. “There are no prices on this menu.” 

Jackson nodded and shrugged. “Don’t worry, luv. I paid ahead of time. So all you have to do is order.” 

Stiles sighed, shaking his head. He was a little uncomfortable with all the extravagance. Yes, he had rich friends, but they never went out like this. “That’s not really the point, babe. I’m not sure I belong in a place like this.” 

Jackson sighed, chewing his lip. “Maybe I should have discussed this with you before making all the arrangements.” He slumped down in the chair. “I just wanted to spoil you.” 

Stiles chuckled. “I appreciate it, but you don’t need to do all this.” He took the other man’s hand. “How much of your allowance did you spend this weekend?” 

Jackson blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just about all of it. I thought this was the perfect way to spend the money.” 

Stiles chuckled. “Well, the money is already spent, so let’s have a good time.” Stiles chuckled, nervously. He hated that he had made the date uncomfortable. “Can I ask that you allow me to spoil you a bit on this trip too?” 

Jackson laughed. “I won’t tell you no, luv.” 

📚

Levi leaned against the drink table and chuckled. “Jackson, Stiles doesn’t need all that fancy stuff. He just needs your time and attention. That is his love language. That’s why he and Isaac are always cuddling.” He smiled, sipping his sangria. 

Jackson nodded. “I think I understand that, but I enjoy buying things for him. I have never been good with affection.” 

Levi squeezed his arm and sighed. “Well, buy him little things. Don’t take him on an extra event weekend in London, or Paris. It was a nice idea, but you have to think about the person you’re dating.” He looked over where Derek and Stiles were talking to Danny. “You have to come to a comfortable middle ground.” 

Jackson smiled at him, bowing his head. “Is that how you and Derek compromised on you going to Brown?” 

Levi rolled his eyes. “I was being too insecure about that. Both of us want us to be together, and I don’t want to give up anything in his life to follow me. Derek doesn’t feel like he is giving anything up, but he feels like he is moving on to the logical next chapter in his life. So we’re getting an apartment in the city.” He shrugged. 

Jackson blushed. “That’s kind of great. You and Derek have been together for a long time. I’m glad you figured out a way to make it work.” 

“Yeah, I was being a fool.” Levi sighed and chewed on his lip. “Are you and Stiles still planning to end your relationship at the end of the summer.” 

“Well, we haven’t really decided anything. Oxford isn’t really that far, and… I don’t want this to end when I go.” Jackson smiled, biting his lip. “We’re doing so well. It’d be a shame just to break our relationship off.” He chuckled, downing the rest of his drink. 

Levi grinned at him. “Look at you, all in love. I never thought I would see you and Stiles together, but I can kind of understand.” He looked around the room and sighed. “You are both caring and kind hearted people. You fit together so perfectly and complement each other’s strengths and shortcomings. I hope it works out for you. And I can’t thank you enough for getting him through school.” 

Jackson smiled. “Well, he did most of the work there. I am happy we stopped fighting each other and he started paying attention during our tutoring sessions.” He blushed, laughing softly. “Though… a good portion of the time our tutoring broke down into make out sessions.” 

Levi laughed, rolling his eyes. “Oh my god. I did not need to know that. According to Danny, there was way more than making out.” 

Jackson gasped and coughed, blushing in embarrassment. “Is everyone talking about that? I swear I did not know the walls were so thin.” 

Levis chuckled, slapping his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like we aren’t happy for you. I’m just glad I don't share a wall with you.”

Jackson shook his head. “Oh god.” 

Stiles walked over and kissed his cheek. “What’s going on babe” 

Jackson sighed, wrapping his arm around his waist. “Everyone is talking about us having sex in my dorm room.” 

Stiles glared at Levi. “That is kind of private, Levi.” 

“I’m just teasing him, a bit. As your brother, it is my right to give him a hard time.” Levi smirked. 

Stiles shook his head. It’s not like he had not given Derek and Levi a hard time on the same topic. “You are the worst.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe I love you.”

”I love you too.” Levi grinned at him. 

Stiles rolled his eyes, looking at Jackson. “Let’s go dance.“ 

Jackson blushed, shaking his head. “I’m not much of a dancer, luv. I look like a puppet.” 

Stiles kissed his neck. “Don’t worry about it, babe. No one cares how we look while we dance. We should just have fun. This is your last party as head boy.” 

Jackson smiled and nodded as he took his hand and walked onto the dance floor. Derek walked over to Levi and wrapped an arm around him. “They are too adorable. Who knew that Stiles was going to fall in love with a skinny rich boy.” 

Levi slapped his shoulder. “Be nice.” 

Derek growled and kissed him. “I am being nice. I came to this silly high school party.” 

Levi shrugged. “It’s the last high school party I’ll ever attend. I thought it’s be fun.” 

Derek nodded, grinning. “Have I said how proud I am of you?

Levi wrapped his arms over his shoulders. “You haven’t.” 

“Well, I am.” He sighed, kissing him lovingly.

📚

Stiles grabbed his keys and headed toward the front door. “I’ll see you later, dad.” 

The sheriff held up his hand. “Wait! Stop a few minutes and talk to your father” He chuckled, shaking his head. He was glad that Stiles was going out with his friends and having good clean fun, but he had barely scene him in weeks. “What are you up to today?” 

Stiles skidded to a stop and walked over to his father. “Ah, Jackson and I are driving up to Oxford to take a tour of the campus. He’s going to pick up his welcome package and see where his dorm is going to be.” He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “And then we’re going to get dinner. We might just get a room and stay in Oxford so we don’t have to drive home too late.” 

The sheriff nodded, taking a sip of water. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Jackson. Have you made time for your other friends?” 

”Yeah, we are all having dinner tomorrow, but Jackson and I are dating. I just want to support him while he gets ready to go to college.” Stiles shrugged. “Plus, I want to see the campus.” 

Noah chuckled and nodded. “Stiles, I like Jackson, but are you sure you want this relationship to follow him to Oxford? Long distance relationships are quite difficult.” 

Stiles groaned, sitting on the couch. “Pops. I know it’s going to be difficult, but nothing about my relationship with Jackson has been easy. I think this relationship is worth the effort.” 

“Alright, if you think it’s worth the effort, I support you.” He patted his leg, as he popped a crisp into his mouth. “Drive safe, and let me know you got there alright.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Stiles got up and headed for the door. “Remember I have to go take the entry exam for the police academy Tuesday.” 

The sheriff nodded. “Yeah, good luck.” He grinned. He was just happy to see the improvements in his son. “Have fun.” 

Stiles nodded, heading out the door. He hurried to the Whittemore house and walked up to the door to ring the bell. 

Moments later Jackson answered. “Hey, luv. Thanks for driving me.” He kissed him and headed for the jeep. “You look a little upset.” 

Stiles sighed, as he followed him and leaned against his jeep. “I’m not really upset… I just… everyone keeps telling me that long distance relationships are too difficult. I don’t want to think about breaking up with you just because you’ll be a couple hours away.” 

Jackson nodded and kissed him softly. “I know what you mean, but I am willing to give it a go, Stiles. I love you and that is worth fighting for.” 

Stiles grinned at him. “I love you too. Come on. We have a long drive ahead of us.” He gestured his head at the jeep and climbed in. 

📚

Stiles looked at the map the tour guide had given them. “This place is pretty amazing, babe. There is so much history here.” 

Jackson nodded, placing an arm over his shoulders. He was looking over his welcome packet. “And There is plenty of off campus housing I can choose from. Oh, look. They have a welcoming ball next month. We should go.” 

Stiles nodded, raising a brow at him. “You want to go to a ball… Don’t you think that is a little too posh?” 

Jackson shrugged, looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ve gone to balls all my life and I really don’t see the big deal. We could have a great night.” 

Stiels chuckled, biting his lip. “Yeah, sure, why not. I suppose it is not much different than going to prom, and I did not go to that.” 

Jackson nodded. “It’d probably be no different than going to the end of the party a few weeks ago. Well, they’ll have a formal dress code.” 

Stiles groaned, rolling his eyes. “I’ll have to wear a suit?” He sat on a bench and looked at the map. “I suppose I can do that for another night.” 

Jackson sat next to him and took his hand. “Hey, we don’t have to go.” 

Stiles looked at him. “But you want to go, and I don’t want to keep you from going.” He cupped his cheek and kissed him. “Look, we have to make these decisions together.” 

Jackson sighed, closing his eyes and leaning into his hand. “I am going to have to socialize with these people for the next four years and I would love to do that with you on my arm.” 

Stiles chuckled. “Am I your trophy boyfriend?” 

Jackson blushed, shaking his head. “You make me sound so nefarious.” 

Stiles laughed and kissed him. He could not help but think that Jackson was entirely too cute at the moment. “We’ll go to the ball, and I’ll hang off your arm all night, making you look amazing.” 

Jackson grinned. “It won't be hard. You’re pretty amazing yourself.”

📚

Stiles licked his lips as he helped Chris set the table. Chris watched him for a moment. “Are you alright.” 

Stiles looked up at him, thinking. “Why does everyone keep asking me that? I’m fine. I… There are a lot of changes going on, but I am fine.” 

”You don’t sound fine.” Chris took the napkins from him and placed them on the table. “And you’re in here with me instead of hanging in the living room with your friends.” He sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Talk to me.” 

Stiles groaned and sat in one of the chairs. “I don’t know why I am even here. Wouldn’t it be better to just make a clean break now, so they can leave without feeling guilty. Levi and Derek are going to America. Allison, Scott, and Isaac are going to Paris. And Jackson is going to Oxford. I’ll be in a dead end job. Who am I kidding? I’m never going to pass that exam for the police academy.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I can’t blame anyone but myself. I fucked up the last two years.” 

Chris shook his head, sitting next to him. “Stiles, you messed up, but you are one of the smartest kids I know. You are going to pass that exam with no trouble. No one is leaving permanently. Allison, Scott and Isaac are just going for a month. They are just kicking off their gap year. You’re taking a gap year too. It’ll be fine.” 

Stiles nodded, wiping the tears from his eyes. “I don’t deserve any kindness any of them are giving me. I was such a jerk to all of you. I understand why they are all leaving. It doesn’t make it any less painful. I am going to miss everyone and I can’t help but think they’ll all forget me. I know I’m being ridiculous.” 

Chris smiled at him. “Did I ever tell you how Peter and I met?” 

Stiles shook his head. “No, I just know that you married later in life. You have a former marriage to Allison’s mother.” 

Chris nodded. “Peter and I were both students at Beacon Hills Boy School, back in the 70s. We met on the archery team, and I was out shooting him in every match. So he asked me to coach him. We started dating him in our junior year, but my father hated him.” 

Stiles nodded, crossing his legs. “What does this have to do with my situation?” 

“I’m getting there, Stiles.” He chuckled, slapping his knee. “It is traditional in my family for the parents to arrange a marriage for their children. My father had already chosen Victoria for me but Peter and I were planning to stay together while he went to Cambridge. I went to the University of Dublin. We drifted apart because we did not put the work into our relationship that we both deserved. I married Victoria, and he slept around for the next 20 years.” 

“So you are telling me it’s hopeless?” 

Chris shook his head. “No, I’m telling you that if you want to make it work, you have to put the effort in.” The man chuckled. “When Peter came back to me, my marriage was in shambles and it took a lot for us to get our shit back together. “Don’t let yourself lose track of those you love for the next twenty years.” 

Stiles stared at him for a few minutes. “You were idiots.” 

Chris hummed and nodded. “That’s another way you could put it. Don’t be an idiot. If your friends are important enough, you’ll make the effort to stay in their lives.” 

Stiles chewed his lip, running his hand through his hair. “Thank you, Christopher. That was actually really helpful.” He got up and finished setting the table. “So you think my father would be alright with me moving to Oxford?” 

Chris shrugged. “You’re an adult. you should do what is best for you. Maybe getting out of Beacon Hills would be good for you. There are a lot of bad memories here.” 

Stiles nodded, and let out a sigh. “I suppose I have a lot to think about.” 

📚

Stiles walked into the sheriff’s station and stormed into his father’s office. “We need to talk.” He slammed an envelope onto the desk.

Noah nodded, taking off his reading glasses. “Come in, have a seat.” He picked the envelope up and read through the contents. “You passed all your exams with flying colors.”

He took a deep breath as he claimed a seat in front of his father’s desk. “I’ve taken a position at the police academy near oxford.” He chewed on his lip ring, rocking in his chair.” 

“Are you sure about this?” Noah sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “What are you going to do about food and boarding?” He got up to squeeze his son’s shoulder. “Are you just doing this for Jackson?” 

Stiles shook his head. “I can see why it would look like that, but no. I think it’ll be a good idea to get out of town for a little while. I’m doing so much better lately, but this town is… I’m not sure what else to say dad. This is the town Erica dreamed of escaping. I need to get out of here, if she can’t. I can get one of the dorms at the academy and hopefully find a job.” 

The sheriff nodded, leaning against his desk. “Okay, Stiles. If you think this is best, I’ll support you. Don’t stay away, okay? I want to see you on every holiday, and you have a job waiting when you graduate.” 

Stiles chuckled. “Deal, but I’m still hoping to study forensics in college.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re really okay with this?” 

Noah rubbed his eyes. “Son, you don’t need my permission for this. Am I going to miss you? Yes. But I will always support you.” 

Stiles got up and hugged his dad. “Thank you. I know I am just throwing this at you from nowhere.” 

Noah chuckled, patting his shoulder. “It’s fine. It’s not like I thought you would stay forever. Have you told Jackson about this plan? You’re following him to Oxford.”

Stiles shook his head. “Not yet. I’m going to go talk to him after I leave here.” He chewed his lip. “Do you think he’ll be alright with this?” 

“That kid loves you. I think he’ll be ecstatic.” The sheriff shrugged, looking around the room. “Get out of here and go talk to your boyfriend.” 

Stiles smirked and nodded as he ran from the station. 

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Jackson opened the front door of his parent’s house and grinned. “Stiles, what are you doing here?” 

Stiles chuckled and pulled him into a kiss. “I wanted to see you and hoped I could steal you for dinner.” 

Jackson laughed, grabbing his coat from the rack by the door. “Well, I am a little hungry. It has been positively boring and I’ve missed you.” 

Stiles took his hand and led him to the jeep. “What do you feel like eating, babe?” 

“Anything sounds good to me, luv.” He grinned and kissed his cheek before climbing into the jeep. It had been a few days since they were able to get together and he had been missing Stiles much more than he thought he would. “Why don’t we get a room for the night and order room service?” 

Stiles smirked, as he started driving. “I think that sounds like a sinfully great idea.” He squeezed his hand. “I don’t have much money though. The hotel will not be very nice.” 

Jackson shook his head. “Don’t worry about it baby, I’ll take care of the hotel. I just want to spend the night with you. We don’t have many more nights before I leave for school.” 

Stiles sighed, chewing his lip. “Actually I wanted to talk to you about that, but let us get dinner first, then we can decide if we are going to get a room. You might not want to after we talk.” 

Jackson stared at him for a moment. “Are you breaking up with me?” 

Stiles sighed, shaking his head. “No, but you might break up with me. I want to give you the option before you head to school.” 

Jackson's expression pinched, as he looked over at his boyfriend. “I don’t understand.” He licked his lips and caressed his hand with his thumb. “You’re not making much sense. We still have a couple months until I have to leave.” 

Stiles nodded, letting out a long breath. “I know but I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay with me Jackson.” He smiled lovingly at him. “Look, I really care for you, and I don’t want to hold you back.” 

Jackson nodded, thinking for the rest of the drive. Stiles parked outside of a restaurant attached to one of the nicer hotels. Jackson took his hand and walked him up to the host “Table for two, Whittemore.” 

The man nodded as he grabbed two menus and began leading them to a table. “Of course, Mr. Whittemore. Right this way.” 

As soon as they sat down, Stiles took Jackson’s hand across the table. “Baby, before we order, I have some news for you. I passed my entrance exam into the police academy and I’ve been accepted to an academy near oxford.” He chewed his lip ring, nervously looking into his boyfriend’s eyes.

Jackson grinned at him and kissed his hand. “Luv, that’s great. Why do you look so anxious?” 

Stiles sighed. “I would be moving to Oxford with you, but I don't want you to feel like you have to stay with me just because we would be in the same city. You deserve to explore yourself in college and not be stuck with your high school boyfriend to hold you back.” 

Jackson sighed and wiped his hand down his face, “Stiles, I’m not sure what you think would hold me back. I love you, and I don’t feel like you could ever hold me back.” 

Stiles blushed, shaking his head. “Would you really want a boyfriend following you when you start college? I don’t want to break up at the end of the summer, Jackson. I want to really call myself yours.” 

“I want that too. Stiles, this is really exciting, and I don’t feel like you would hold me back.” He stood up and kissed his boyfriend tenderly. “I want to see where this relationship goes. I can’t believe that we’ll both be heading for Oxford in August. This is amazing.” 

Stiles smiled at him, nodding. “I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. I don’t know how much time I will have once classes start, but I’ll do everything I can to make time for you.” He grinned, pulling him into another kiss. He could not believe he really wanted him, and was overjoyed. “Let’s order dinner, and get a room? Hmm?” 

Jackson grinned and nodded. “Of course, my love.” He waved the waiter over. “Can you bring us a bottle of your best champagne and the chef’s best creation?” The waiter bowed and went to put the order in. 

📚

Stiles moaned and laid back in the bed as Jackson kissed over his neck. He pulled back for just a moment so he could toss his shirt to the floor. “I want you inside my now, babe.” 

“You sure, my love?” Jackson smiled, kissing over his chest. He wasted no time, pulling Stiles’s pants off. He kissed him passionately, trying to get his own clothes off. 

Stiles whimpered into the kiss and nodded. He pulled back to breath and nodded. “Fuck yes. I just need to feel you inside me.” He ran his hand over his cheek and pulled him back into the kiss.

Hours later Jackson laid his head on Stiles’s chest, listening to his heart. “That was bloody fantastic.” He chuckled.

Stiles smiled, running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. I can’t believe that I get to call you mine.” 

Jackson turned so he could rest his chin on his chest. “I was thinking…Do you think we can rent a flat together in Oxford?” 

Stiles sighed, looking into his eyes. “Not at first, babe. I think it would be a great idea, eventually, but I’m going to have to stay on my own for a little while. I need to take care of myself, for a while. It’s not that it wouldn't be great to live with you, but…” 

Jackson placed a finger over his lips, cutting him off. “I understand, and you’re right. We shouldn’t jump straight into living together.” He kissed him softly, and sighed happily. “It’ll be enough that we are going to be in the same city, and we can see each other whenever you're free. I know that the police academy can take up most of your time.” 

Stiles groaned and kissed him. “Why are you so perfect?” 

Jackson giggled, burying his face in his chest. “I’m not perfect, luv, but I just want us to make this work. I am pretty sure I’m falling in love with you.” He looked back at Stiles, blushing. 

Stiles sighed. “I’m not sure I’m there yet, but I’m sure I could possibly fall in love with you.” 

Jackson nodded, pecking his lips. “I think I can live with that.” 

📚

Stiles whistled as he helped Chris pull a meat pie out of the oven. “Goodbye yellow brick road…” 

Chris chuckled, rolling his eyes. “That is a horrible song to sing when you're happy.” He poured everyone a glass of wine and put down a salad next to where Stiles had placed the meat pie. “I have to say, you are looking healthier and happier than I have seen you in a while.” 

Stiles grinned, leaning against the counter. “Well, I am a man who has a reason to stay clean.” He sighed happily. “Jackson has been so amazing, and I got into the police academy. I cannot screw this up. Dad is helping me find a therapist in Oxford that will accept his insurance.” 

Chris smiled, kissing his cheek. “That is wonderful. I’m so proud of you. When you graduate, I’ll help you to apply to all the best forensic schools. You’re going to great places.” 

Stiles nodded, blushing softly. “I already owe you and Peter so much, Chris. I could not ask you to do any more.” 

Chris tilted his head, looking into his eyes. “Peter is one of the best forensic scientists in the whole island. Technically you’ve been studying under him for 4 years, and that is no small feat.” He tousled his hair, chuckling. “It is no trouble helping you get into a good school when you graduate. And paying for you to go to school. And I won't take no for an answer.” 

Stiles groaned, pushing his hand away. “I can’t take your money, Chris. I did drugs in your drive. Started a fight, that your husband had to break up… I stole from you and Peter.”

Chris shrugged. “You’ve been Allison’s mate for years. You’re like another son to us, and we want to do this for you. We’ve already put the money aside and we won’t take no for an answer. You’re not the only one either. We have a fund available for Isaac as well.” 

Stiles wiped tears from his eyes looking up at Chris. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. It’s too much, Chris. I was about even getting into college and now I don’t even have to worry about paying for school. Thank you.” He threw his arms around him, hugging him tight.

Chris patted his back. “Alright. Go gather the rest of your gang and tell them that dinner is ready.” 

Stiles nodded and walked into the living room where everyone was playing chess. “Dinner is ready.” 

Jackson walked over and cupped his cheek. “What’s wrong, luv? You’ve been crying?” 

Stiles smiled, shaking his head. “They’re happy tears. Chris has already set up an account to pay for my college when I start in a few years.”

Jackson grinned at him. “That’s great. And I’ll make sure you get into a great school.” He gripped his chin and kissed him softly. 

“Hey, you’re blocking the door with all that sugar.” Levi made a fake gagging sound before smirking at them. “You two are so sweet It’d make anyone sick.” 

Stiles laughed, and flipped him off. “Shut it, Levi.” He took Jackson’s hand and led him into the dining room to eat. 

Allison sat next to him and kissed his cheek. “Honestly. My dads and I talked it over for hours and we could not think of a better way to spend the money, Stiles. You slipped up, but never wavered in your love in forensics. You have so much potential, and we love you.” 

Stiles wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her back. “Thanks sis. I love you too.” He bowed his head to pray with the rest before dinner was served. 

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Peter looked up as he heard a knock on his office door. “Come in.” He pushed the police files to the side as Stiles stepped into the room. ”Ah, it’s good to see you, Stiles. What can I owe the pleasure?” 

“I know that I owe you an apology.” He sighed, pulling at his hair. “I took advantage of you and broke your nose. I stole from you. I will pay you back as soon as I can. I really am sorry, Peter.” 

Peter shook his head. “All I ever wanted was to make sure you were okay. You don’t owe me anything. You scared the hell out of me when you just took off like that, Stiles. I only said you would have to pay me back because I wanted you to think about what you had done. The fact is, if you would have asked for it, I would have given you the money.” 

Stiles grimaced and nodded. “I know. I scared everyone. I just… my therapist… she said that I need to apologize to everyone I might have hurt when I was using. I never wanted to hurt you Peter. I never wanted to hurt anyone but myself.” 

Peter nodded, tapping his desk with a pen. “And have you apologized to yourself yet, Stiles? Have you forgiven yourself?”

Stiles shook his head, and sighed. “I don’t think I’m 100% there yet, but I will.” He smiled up at the man who had been his mentor for 4 years now and his friend for many years before that. “Thank you, for not letting me get too out of control. I don’t know where I would be without your help.” 

Peter shrugged. “If I were any kind of real friend, I would not have given you any drugs to begin with, but it was better you got it from me than on the street.” He walked around the desk and pulled the kid into a hug. “If anything would have happened to you, I don’t know if any of us would have survived it. Don’t ever do anything like that to us again. You’re going to make us proud, Stiles.” 

Stiles smiled, hugging the man. “I plan on it. I don’t even want to see another drug.” He stepped back and let out a long sigh. “I don’t know what else to say. I leave for Oxford a little over a month from now and I could not leave with any bad blood between us. Thank you for forgiving me. I don’t feel like I deserve it yet, but I’m working on it.” 

Peter smiled, patting his cheek. “Get out of here, Stiles. You should not be hanging around an old man like me. You should go hang out with the kids down stairs.” He kissed his forehead. “I think Allison made a special pudding tonight.” 

Stiles grinned at him before turning and heading back to his friends. Everyone was sitting in the living room watching one of the newest superhero movies. He really did not care to watch it but it was nice to be sober and among his friends. He sat on Jackson’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Hey. I missed you.” 

Jackson laughed, kissing him as he wrapped an arm around him. “You were gone for like 5 minutes, but I missed you too. We were just talking about all of us taking a trip to the states, to take Levi and Derek there, next month.” 

Levi shook his head. “We can’t ask all of you to do that. You shouldn’t take a week out of your time just to get us settled in the states. We’ll be fine.” 

Stiles smiled at him. “Levi, it would be no trouble. I may have to sell something to get the money for the trip, but I’ll figure it out. We can’t let you two go alone.” 

Derek shook his head. “Stiles, you need to save that money to move to Oxford. We’ll be back soon enough for Christmas.” 

Jackson smiled at Derek and Levi. He had never been apart of a group of such close friends before. Everyone was willing to drop everything just to help their friends adjust to moving across the pond. “Don’t worry so much about the cost of the flight. I’ll take care of everyone’s tickets.” 

Levi choked on his wine and shook his head. “Oh no, don’t do that Jackson. That is thousands of dollars and we could never repay you for that.” He bent over and kissed his cheek. “You are sweet to offer though.” 

Jackson frowned at him. “Are you sure?” 

Derek patted his shoulder. “We’re sure. We’ll be fine on our own, and we’ll be back for Christmas. You know we really appreciate it, but you all have to get ready for your own classes and moves across the country.” 

Jackson nodded, laying his head on Stiles’s shoulder. 

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Stiles sighed as he carried the last box into Jackson’s new flat. He smiled looking around. His boyfriend was already setting up a flat screen tv in the living room. “This place is bloody brilliant, babe.” He could not believe that Jackson had found a flat within 5 miles of the police academy. 

Jackson chuckled, looking back at Stiles as he carried the box into his bedroom. “Well, you are welcome over anytime, luv. The bed is definitely big enough for the both of us, unlike that tiny one in my dorm room.” He stood up and popped his back, they had been moving boxes all morning. “Let’s go get something to eat.” 

Stiles grinned, walking back into the room. “Sure, there must be something close by that we both will like.” He pack his lips and took his hand. He led him out of the flat and turned out the light behind them.

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Hey, jsyk, you don’t have to respect people just because they’re dead.

If he was a fucking dick while he was alive, he was still a fucking dick now that he’s dead.

Contrary to popular belief, people don’t automatically become saints when they die.

He fucking sucked. He’s dead? Well, he still fucking sucked. End of story <3

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Favours and Revelations

Pairing: Jason Todd (version not specified) x F!Reader

Prompt: 13. “I know we’re not… friends or anything, but… I’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”

Warnings: injury mentions, panic attack, Jason’s trauma, death mentions

Word count: 1598

A/N: First time writing for Jason! This is general Jason, but gifs of Jason suck, so I’ve used a Titans one. I might do more parts of this at some point. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

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“I need a favour.”

Y/N snorted. “Which one of your siblings fucked up now?”

Dick sighed, clearly unwilling to give her a name. “Jason.” She could practically hear the wince in his tone.

“No. No way in hell. Pass him off on someone else.” She leaned back in her desk chair and spun around to face away from her computer.

“There’s no one else to pass him off to. Look he’s pretty beat up, I just need you to let him sleep on your couch, make sure he eats, and keep an eye on him for a few days.”

“I thought he healed faster than the rest of you anyway. Why’s he need a baby sitter?” She huffed, really not wanting to spend three days cooped up with the most insufferable batboy.

“He does. That’s why, he’s worse than normal. I just need someone to make sure he doesn’t try and go on patrol. Please, Y/N? Pretty please?” He whined.

“For fucks sake, Grayson.” She sighed. “You are going to owe me big for this.”

“Yes!” She could practically see him punching the air. “Thank you so much. We’ll be at yours within the hour.”

He hung up before she could take it back.

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Y/N could hear Dick and Jason bickering before she even opened the door. She took a deep breath before she pulled it open. Dick shot her a wide smile while Jason just sighed and rolled his eyes.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Jason huffed out.

But one look at him showed he did. He could barely stand on his own, his left arm slung around Dick’s shoulders as the older man kept him standing. His face was pretty untouched other than a black eye and split lip, but she could see the edges of bandages peaking out of his collar and the shape of them beneath his clothes.

“I already pulled the sofa bed out.” Y/N sighed and moved out of the way so Dick could drag his brother inside the apartment. She shut the door and followed them as they made their way into the living room.

Dick helped Jason down onto the bed and Y/N caught the look of pain that flashed across Jason’s face before he schooled his expression again. Dick slung the backpack off his back and set it next to the bed before pulling a wad of cash out of his pocket.

“Dick, I don’t want your money.” Y/N said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dick laughed, but she could see the annoyance under it. “It’s not for you. Do you know how much he eats? Trust me, you’ll need it to feed him.”

“I eat as much as you, Dickwad.” Jason muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You eat as much as three people, Jaybird.” Dick dropped the wad of cash on the coffee table. “I’ll be back for him in three days. I’ve locked up his suit, but I wouldn’t put it past him to try and escape, so keep an eye on him, please?”

“Sure.” Y/N agreed, trying to hide a smile at the look Jason sent Dick.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Dick sternly told him before walking back over to Y/N. “Thank you for this, I really appreciate it. If he rips his stiches or anything like that and can’t reclose them, call Dr Thompkins.”

“I will. We’ll be fine.” She smiled and accepted his hug. “You be safe.”

“Always.” He sent her another smile before walking out.

Y/N took another breath before turning back to Jason. “You need anything?”

He grunted. “My suit.”

“Jason, your brother just had to practically carry you in here. I don’t think anyone would take the Red Hood seriously if he can’t even stand.” She watched him reach over the edge of the bed and pull the bag Dick had dropped towards him. She wasn’t at all surprised when he pulled a pistol out and stuffed it under the pillow he was propped up against. “I’ve got some work to do, so just shout if you need anything, okay?”

He nodded and reached for the TV remote.

***

“Jason?” Y/N knocked on the bathroom door, her worry growing when she got no reply. “Jason, you’ve been in there an hour. Are you okay?” She was met with silence. “If you die on my watch, Dick will kill me.” Silence. “Okay, fuck it, I’m coming in and you better not be naked.” She used the spare key to open the lock, not at all ready for the scene in front of her.

Jason was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bath with his legs splayed in front of him. His hands were buried in his curls, his knuckles white from how hard he was tugging on the strands, and there were tears streaming down his cheeks even though his eyes were screwed shut. His breathing was uneven and ragged.

“Jason?” She said softly as she dropped to her knees in front of him. She hesitantly reached out, attempting to lay a hand on his leg, only for him to pull it away, curling up into himself.

He let out a noise somewhere between a sob and a cry of pain. “Don’t touch me, please.”

“Okay.” She took a deep breath and shifted to his side, leaning up against the bath next to him, while leaving a good few inches between them. “I won’t touch you, but I’m going to sit here and keep you company.” He gave her a small nod, so she decided to keep talking. “Dick used to speak to me all the time about you, you know? Before you came back, I mean. I think he thought it was easier, because I didn’t know you, so he could tell me whatever he wanted without risking me getting upset like the others.”

Jason’s body began to unfurl, his hands slowly letting up his grip on his hair as he relaxed back against the bath and his breathing began to even out.

She kept her eyes forward as she spoke again, not wanting him to pull away. “I know we’re not… friends or anything, but… I’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”

“He didn’t stop laughing. Even when he cracked my skull open with that crowbar, he never stopped laughing.” Jason took a deep breath and leant his head back against the bath. “I let my guard down. The guy came at me with a crowbar, and I was just… back there. If Dick hadn’t been there…” He trailed off and screwed his eyes shut again. “I’m fucked up, and it’s all his fault.”

Hesitantly, Y/N reached out and took his hand in hers. His whole body tensed up, but he relaxed again slightly as she ran her thumb over his knuckles. “Dick ever told you how we met?”

“No.”

“I hacked into LexCorp. Found some things Luthor didn’t want the world to see, so he sent his men after me. They grabbed me, but I wouldn’t tell them where I stashed the hard drive. Dick was looking into something else to do with LexCorp when he found me and got me out. But not before they had the chance to do this.” She lifted up her shirt so he could see the jagged scar that started at her hip and curled over her ribs before stopping under her shoulder blade. “I still dream about it sometimes, the look on the mans face as he carved open my skin. You’re not the only one who is fucked up, Jay. Have you considered talking to someone? A professional, I mean?”

He shook his head. “Most of the time, I can’t even get my thoughts straight. The pit… it’s like an itch in the back of my head that I can’t scratch. Also who the fuck is going to do a therapy session with the Red Hood?”

“If you pay really well, I bet they would let you keep the helmet on.” She smiled as it drew a snort and a shake of his head from him. “Why don’t we move to the sofa? You can’t be comfy sitting on the floor.” She pushed herself to her feet when he nodded and held a hand out to him. He raised his eyebrows, challenging her to try and lift all his muscle mass off the floor. She huffed. “I was just trying to be helpful.”

He used the side of the bath to push himself off the floor, but she still had to reach out and grab his free arm to stabilise him so he didn’t face plant the floor.

“Thank you.” He said softly. She knew he didn’t just mean for preventing him from falling.

“Anytime.” She smiled. “You wanna watch a movie?”

“You got the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice?” He asked, the corner of his mouth curling upwards.

She scoffed. “Of course, who do you think I am?” She slung his arm over her shoulder, more to keep him upright than help him walk, and shot him another smile. He returned it and she helped him into the living room, wondering if the pair of them had finally turned a corner in their relationship.

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Javier Peña x Female Reader

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At the end of the day, it’s not like he really had a choice. He’s not your boss, he can’t tell you what to do or where to go, or rather, where to not go. It’s not up to him, and if you’re being honest, he had no right trying to convince you to stay in the first place. Javier’s so-called ‘care’ for you made you feel small and weak, made you feel like you were a child to be looked after and not an asset to your team.

In your mind, it was just sex, and you thought he’d felt the same way, too. He doesn’t exactly have a great track record for dating women, he just sleeps around. And truly, you’re no different. So, you didn’t think it’d be a big deal if you slept together. But after doing so a handful of times, Javier’s feelings got the better of him. Maybe it was because he saw you every day, worked with you so closely and got to know you so well. The other women he slept with, he’d only see them if he wanted to. But with you, he had no choice. You were in his space all day, every day, and he just couldn’t fight it anymore.

“Where’s Peña?” Steve asks, glancing over at you in the passenger seat.

“I don’t know,” you respond, twisting up your face as you load your pistol. “Why’re you asking me?”

Steve grins, giving you another sideways glance. Then he shrugs.

“I dunno; he’s on our team.” Steve’s explanation is bullshit, and you both know it. “I don’t know where he is; just figured I’d ask.”

You shoot him a stare as you cock your gun, shoving it into the front holster of your tac vest. Whatever, Murphy. With a slight huff, and another chuckle from your older teammate, you switch off your phone and shove into the middle compartment. You need to get in the right headspace for this and thinking about Javier is not the way to do that.

Javier. It’s funny, you think, referring to him by his full name or his last name while working. Because when he was inside you, it was always Javi.

“Javi, baby, please, please don’t stop.”

“Shh…” he’d cooed, whispering into your ear before placing a furry of tender kisses there. “Nghh, fuck.”

He’d covered your neck in kisses, occasionally sucking on your earlobe while he rocked into you. Javi’s large palms roamed your body, caressing your back, holding your hips, touching every part of you he could. He made you feel so full, but not too full, not to the point where it was painful. He also knew how to use his hips, moving them rhythmically against yours. It made for the most pleasurable experience, for both him and you.

“Javi, Javi, Javi…”

Fuck, stop.

   Steve pulls into an alleyway about five minutes later, allowing both of you to approach the scene quietly. You meet Javier and the rest of your team near the edge of the building, your group now reviewing your strategy before executing the plan. Steve stays by your side, or rather, you stay by his. Any excuse to get further away from Javier.

When your group gets into formation, your specific spot is near the rear. There are three men behind you covering your back, and five other officers in front, Javier leading the pack. You are to sweep the building for any possible evidence or convicts. You don’t expect a particularly large group of the cartel to be in here, but you are expecting a few stragglers. With your handgun to your chest, you make your way up the stairs, each pair of you dispersing into your assigned level of the building as you continue your ascent. Your assigned partner for the bust is Agent Romero, but when you step onto the fifth floor, your assigned floor, another agent joins you instead.

“What are you doing?!” you hiss, shooting Javier a glare.

“I switched partners.” He whispers back, eyes not on you but scanning your surroundings.

“Why?”

He doesn’t respond, just sends a quick look your way. A look that says shut up and do your job, or maybe his look says you already know why. Maybe it’s both, and maybe he should be doing his job and stay with his own partner. Regardless, you roll your eyes and remind yourself of where you are.

It’s obvious you’re annoyed with him, but when it comes to your safety, your aggravation doesn’t matter. He knows you can handle yourself; he knows that. But it’s too much stress to see you out in the field and not be by your side, not knowing whether or not you’re okay. So he continues on, taking lead as the two of you scan the fifth floor.

“Let’s split up.”

“What? No –”

But you’re already gone, deciding you can do this on your own. You step off to the left, rounding a couple of abandoned desks. And then you hear something rustle, seeing a small stack of papers fall off the side of the nearest wooden surface.

“Put your hands where I can see them.” you calmly demand, training your weapon on that same desk.

You can see the top of someone’s head, a light brush of dark hair that had been moving slightly. And at your words, they rise, hands still at their sides.

“Hands up and behind your head.”

He does as you say, watching with a stoic expression as you approach him. When you go to reach for one of his hands, though, intending on cuffing him, he swings. His fist hits you dead in the chest and knocks you back. He tries to run but you grab his arm, tugging him back. The force of his blow had stunned you so much that you dropped your gun, and lucky for you, he doesn’t have one, either.

It turns into a full-fledged fight; one you’re not prepared for. But you’ve trained for this, so you handle it as best you can. You’re able to twist one of his arms behind his back, your struggle growing loud enough to draw Javier’s attention. He comes running, seemingly out of breath as he draws his weapon. He sees you restraining the man, but decides to take action anyway. In a few large strides, he’s next to the two of you, grabbing the man’s arms and slightly shoving you aside. You scoff as he does so, watching Javier whip out his handcuffs to detain the man.

To say you’re angry would be an understatement. You feel absolutely embarrassed, and offended. You were clearly in charge of the situation. He could’ve stood by in case you needed backup, not shove you out of the way and take over completely. It made you feel fucking weak, he made you feel weak.

Everyone decided to go out and celebrate, the plan being a complete success. But you choose not to go. You have nothing to celebrate, not personally. You love going out into the field, love taking action and making an actual difference. And Javier took that away from you.

It’s late when you get back to the office, dark outside and dimly lit on the inside. The only people occupying the building during these hours are the janitors, and you already have a key to get inside, so you don’t even have to speak to them. All you’re doing is grabbing a few case files, intending to review them over the weekend in order to get ahead. When you see the papers on your desk, you pile them into a folder with a defeated sigh. Maybe you’ll have a better chance next time.

“Hey,”

You don’t even turn around, you just close your eyes, releasing a frustrated breath.

“Why are you here, Javier?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He casually responds, walking up behind you and then standing at your side. “Look, I’m… I’m sorry about today.”

“You do this all the time.” You have your teeth clenched; eyes still pinched shut as you try to control your rage.

“What?” he asks, voice quiet yet slightly surprised.

“You constantly undermine me, Javier. Constantly. I’ve done my training; I’ve done my time. I’m not a rookie anymore and more importantly,”

Finally, you spin around, eyebrows furrowed as you stare up at him.

“You’re not my boss.” You then shove past him, folder tucked under your arm. “You need to stop acting like you can tell me what to do.”

“I’m trying to apologize, can’t you wa –”

“Javier,” you scoff, finally stepping away to leave. “Fuck off.”

         You make it home, seeing red the entire way. And Javier does the same, each of you stomping into your respective homes and slamming the doors behind you. You opt to take a shower to calm down, but Javier is different.

         He plops down on his couch, groaning as he rubs his face. Both the whiskey and cigarettes aren’t far away but he doesn’t feel like reaching for either of them. Instead, he reaches for the phone. Unbeknownst to him, you’re washing away your worries in hot steam, so you don’t answer when he calls. He assumes, though, that you’re ignoring him. Which only aggravates him more. He doesn’t know what to do. He thought he was helping you, protecting you, but at the same time he can see things from your point of view, too. The feelings he has for you… maybe you don’t feel the same. But he reminds himself that that can’t be true. He sees the way you look at him, feels the way you fuck him. None of that is fake.

         A few miles away, you finish your shower, wrapping your hair up and stepping out. It made you feel better, refreshed your mental state. You’d also received some bruises from your short fight, the hot water helping the areas that are slowly beginning to ache. Some sweatpants and a light tank top are what you choose for the night, keeping your clothes light and making sure they don’t hug your body too tight. And then you sit down, taking a moment to rest on the couch. It only takes seconds for you to shoot right back up.

         “What the fuck are you doing here?!” you spit, opening the door to see Javier. He’d been pounding on it relentlessly, clearly still frustrated. “Why’re you being so loud?”

         “Why did you ignore me?” he responds, completely disregarding your questions.

         “What?”

         He strides past you and through the door, stomping into your living room while he rubs a hand over his jaw. Quickly closing the door, you follow him further inside, watching him move around in his flustered state.

         “I called you,” he finally says, hands on his hips. “Why didn’t you pick up?”

         “I was in the shower, Javier. I didn’t even know you had called.”

         “So, what?” he shrugs, continuing on. “You’re just done with me? Is that it?”

         “What the fuck are you talking about?” now you’re growing aggravated, the adrenaline you’d felt earlier quickly returning. “When did I ever say that?”

         “Sure as hell seems like it, since you told me to fuck off.”

         “Look, I was mad, okay? And I had every right to be!”

         “I tried apologizing, and you just walked away!” he shouts, feeling incredibly hurt. It stung when you said those words to him and nothing more. It felt like you were walking out of his life.

         He surges forward toward you, immediately crowding your space with his toned body and booming voice. His chest drops deeply, now rising rapidly as he inhales his next breath. Hesitantly, he reaches for you, his hands falling on your hips.

         “I don’t like you being out there, okay? I don’t like not… knowing.”

         “Not knowing what?”

         “Whether or not you’re okay.”

         You swallow at his response, thinking it over in your head. Javier actually worries about you? But your thoughts quickly turn, convincing yourself that that’s what anyone on your team would do. Honestly, he probably just wants a quick fuck.

         “Look Javier, thanks for looking out for me. It’s what anyone on our team would do. But I’m not in the mood to argue, and I’m not in the mood for sex. So, if that’s what you want, go find Vanessa or something.”

         “Would you stop being so goddamn defensive?!”

         “How can I not be when you act like you’re my goddamn boyfriend but only come around for sex?! You can sleep around, and so can I. This isn’t something that’s exclusive.”

         “Well, I want it to be.”

         For once, you’re speechless; all you do is stare up at him. Your anger is still there, sure, but only because you don’t want to show him that you’re cracking underneath. You don’t want to believe him, but why would he say it if it wasn’t true? He’s never mentioned anything about being exclusive before, hell, you’ve never even been on a real date before.

         “Really?”

         “Yes.” he steps even closer to you, the hands he once held at your hips now sliding around your lower back. “I care for you, bonita.” (pretty)

         Javi’s left hand rises to brush a strand of hair away from your face, now cupping your cheek. Your eyes flicker back and forth between his, the furious adrenaline coursing through your veins now turning into something different, something pleasurable and exciting.

         “I thought, I thought this was…”

         “Whatever you thought this was,” he says in that low and slightly rough tone. “It’s not, not anymore. I want it to be something more.”

         You don’t often see him like this, so vulnerable with his emotions. He usually remained rather stern on the outside, stubborn and determined. Feelings deeper than that were just that, deep, hidden away where no one could find them. Not even him.

         “Is that what you want?” he then asks as his thumb strokes your cheek, worry accompanying the emotions his vulnerability brings. For a moment he waits in silence, terrified inside that you won’t return how he feels.

         “I didn’t let myself feel that way for you,” you admit in a hushed tone, and it makes his heart sink. “It’s hard to let you in, because… I feel like it will only hurt.”

         His face twists in confusion, his head tilting slightly. The hand on your face doesn’t move, though, and you don’t want it to.

         “I didn’t think you’d want me like that.”

         Your own hands begin to slide up his front, fingers rubbing slightly at the fabric over his chest. And then, your eyes dip down in uncertainty, thinking about how to translate the thoughts swirling through your head.

         “Tell me if you want this.” He begs, licking his lower lip.

         Nerves bubble up inside him, anxiety tensing his muscles to their limit.

         “I want this with you, Javi.”

         Hearing you speak his nickname again makes him melt inside, all of his anxiety brushed away in one deep breath. And when your eyes meet his, he can practically feel you asking for him.

         Javi mirrors your need, dipping his head down to capture your lips with his. The hands that you’d placed on his chest slide up to his neck, fingernails brushing against the tips of his hair. He uses his right hand on your back to pull you flush against him, a small moan now purring from your lips. And inside, your heart flutters. It feels strange, fully letting go and allowing him into your life like this. But you hope it’s good, you believe it will be good.

         Slowly, you begin to move against the other, feeling the other’s body on yours. Your gentle caresses turn into passionate grabs as you hold each other, because this is unlike anything you’ve felt before. To surrender fully to someone has never been an easy thing for you, but with Javi, you know you’ll be safe with him.

         “Oh,” you huff out against him, his full lips insistent on meeting yours.

         He molds his mouth to you, disregarding your slight noise as your back hits the far wall. And he easily moves, immediately moves, picking you up and wrapping both of your legs around his waist.

         “Oh…” it hits the air gently, your quiet moan.

         Javi nudges your head to the side with his nose, his lips and tongue then finding your neck. You hold him against you while both of his hands remain underneath your thighs. His grip is firm, strong, continuing to hold you up between himself and the wall. He’s already grinding into you, his tighter pants allowing you to feel his full length. You’re both an absolute mess of sighs and moans, his heavy breaths hitting your skin with each heated pant. He groans lightly when you tug on his hair, nails scratching against his scalp.

         “Do you want to, baby?” he asks breathily against your throat, continuing the placement of his heated and sloppy kisses.

         All you do is nod, hands lowering to his face and dragging him up to yours. You press Javi’s full lips to your own, passionately moaning against him. And that’s all he needs.

         He knows the layout of your apartment like the back of his hand, having been here so many times over the past few months. Without much guidance from his own eyes, he lifts you from the wall and begins to walk down your hallway. He makes it past your bathroom on the left, and with a few more steps, turns into your bedroom on the right. It makes you smile against him, knowing how well he remembers your home. If only you knew how fondly he thinks of it.

         “Baby,” you breathe out, both hands holding his face as he lays you down.

         Javi gives you a quick kiss before he stands, turning to switch on the small lamp sitting at your desk. He then lifts his shirt, turning back to you as he tosses it onto your desk behind him. The breath that comes from your chest is one of contentment, watching as his skilled fingers drop to his belt, setting it aside and then sliding down his pants. It’s then that he returns to you, crawling over you on your bed, body hovering over yours. He urges you to lay back, slow yet sensual kisses places directly onto your lips. And while he distracts you like this, his hands work their way down to the hem of your shirt, and you lean up when he tugs at it lightly. He slides it off your form, and like clockwork, he then moves to undo your bra.

         “Mm…” he mumbles, pressing his face against them.

         “Javi…” it feels natural like this, saying his name. Not his full one, not his title, his name. The shortened word making the moment much more intimate than before.

         He savors this moment, really takes it in. You’d only had sex with him in your bed one other time before, the act usually unfolding on one of your couches or on his own mattress. Sometimes even in the back of his jeep, but that’s a story for another time, perhaps.

         He’ll never admit it, but over these past few months, Javier has thought of nothing but you. He’d imagined so many women to be you, women he’d kissed and fucked and met a dozen times before. But when he had sex with you, it felt more intimate, felt more natural. It wasn’t just a simple fling for him, it never was. And now that he has you all to himself, it’s like he’s unlocking a world he thought may never be open.

         Suddenly, Javi moves down your body, pressing kisses between your breasts as he trails down. The warm wetness of his tongue glides across your skin, those effortlessly tender lips kissing your stomach and hips. You shiver at the feel of it; Javi always seemed to worship your body whenever you were naked with him, and now you know why.

         “Oh!” you gasp, feeling him nip at the thin skin of your hip.

         He sucks on it, grazing his teeth along it and making sure he leaves his mark. While he’s doing so, his hands hook into the waistband of your pants, sliding them down and kissing every inch of exposed flesh that he reveals. He’s never licked you before, though he’s thought of it often. And while he wants to stick his tongue inside and see how you taste, he decides it’s better for a later date.

         All of a sudden, you reach down, hauling him back up to you. He’d begun to remove your panties, but you finish the job for him by shimmying them down your legs and then kicking them off. Passionately, you hold his face, pressing your lips to his over and over again.

         “Let me grab a condom,” he mutters, giving you one more kiss, and then another on your cheek.

         He remembers you grabbing one from your nightstand the last time you’d had sex in your bed, so he reaches over to do the same. In two quick swipes, the drawer opens and shuts, Javi now returning with the packet in hand.

         “Let me do it,” you sigh, reaching out for it. “Let me.”

         Javi smiles down at you, always a fan of your eagerness. He’d never met another woman that did this for him, he always put it on himself. But he leans back and upright, resting on his knees so he can allow you to reach him. You sit up, too, following his motions. Your eyes immediately focus on the beautiful erection between his thighs, hanging heavily and waiting. Without pulling your eyes away, you tear the top off of the wrapper, letting the piece fall beside you as you lay the rubber covering over his tip. You don’t have to look up at him to know that he’s watching too, his jaw dropping and broad palms coming to rest on your knees. With delicate motions, your right hand holds him, your left rolling the protective piece down. When it’s fully on, Javi sighs, the sound rough and deep. You smirk to yourself, both hands wrapping around and jerking him slowly. Inside, you can feel yourself pulse, watching him rock his hips into your grasp.

         You’ve always loved listening to Javi’s grunts and groans; he sounded so different like this. You’d heard the noises he made while working out or fighting, and while those made you just as hot for him, these ones are just… different. They’re exhaled with more meaning, more passion.

         “Cariño…” he groans, now tilting his head up to look at you. (Baby…)

         And when you meet those deep, chestnut eyes, you lean back, allowing him to hover over you once again. His loving gaze doesn’t leave, not until he places a kiss on your cheek, and then on your jaw, all while positioning himself between your legs. You let your eyes close when you feel him nudge your entrance, his face now nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Both of your hands move to Javi’s back, holding him against you as he slides inside.

         “Javi…”

         His groan vibrates through his chest, the ending of it more of a sigh than anything else. In one smooth slide, he’s all the way in, his hips meeting your own. He grinds himself into you, the firm press of it making you moan.

         “Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, breaths already becoming hurried.

         He presses his face further against you, lets his chest lay over yours though not enough for it to hurt you. His left arm slides up, laying his forearm down beside your head for support. Javi’s right hand decides to travel lower, now holding onto your hip as he begins to move back.

         Even the slightest of movements makes your insides glow, sets your body alight with desire and pleasure. It makes you want more, and his body reacts the same, not even pulling all the way out before sliding back in. His lips brush over your skin, the hair above his lips and the stubble scattering his cheeks scratching you kindly. The sensation only furthers the ripple of goosebumps washing over you, making you cling that much tighter to him.

         He whispers your name, the coarse tone of the syllables echoing in your ear. And then he moans it again, hips now steadily rocking into yours. When he gives you a particularly hard thrust, your nails scratch down his neck and shoulders, the movement immediately followed by a harsh bite on your earlobe.

         “Fuuuck, yes. Javi faster, please.” You whine out, throwing your head back as you rise your pelvis to meet his own.

         “Mierda,” the word is hissed against your neck, Javi’s open mouth now panting against you. (Fuck)

         At your wish, his thrusts begin to quicken. He dives inside, grunts now slipping past his lips with every fervent shove. Javi’s motions become heated, all while remaining sensual. His hand continues to grip your hip, rising to firmly hold your waist.

         “Can I go deeper, bonita?” he asks with a sweet kiss to your ear. “Feels so good when I’m deep.”

         “Yes,” you immediately return. “Yes, Javi. Please go deeper.”

         All at once, Javi pulls back, the muscles in chest and stomach flexing above you. He lifts the arm he was leaning on beside your head, placing his palm underneath your left leg. He bends your knee, shoving it upward toward your stomach while keeping your other leg down. The new angle allows him to shift his hips, now moving to pound himself down into you.

         “Oh my god, Javi… fuck,”

         “Ugh,” he chokes out a groan into the crook of your neck. “Feels so good…”

         Your nails scratch along his back, the harshness he’s delivering almost painful. The muscles in your legs stretch for him, doing whatever he asks. His nose nudges your head further to the side, sucking on your neck with intent.

         “I need this,” he grunts out, lifting his head and returning his lips to yours. “Fucking hell.”

         “Baby you’re so, s – s” you continue to stutter, feeling his cocky grin grow beside you. “Strong.”

         “Yeah? Is that what you like about me?” his beautiful smirk remains, the curve of his nose tracing a path along your jaw. “Hm?”

         “Among many other things, yes…” you sigh out, a wide smile now running across your own lips.

         “You sexy fucking thing.” He grumbles, bending your leg even further back. “Look at how well you take me.”

         “Fuck, Javi, you make me feel fucking amazing. Baby,”

         “Baby, you’re gonna be mine?” he quickly asks, huffing the sentence out in two breaths.

         “Yes, Javi. I wanna be yours; I wanna be with you, baby.”

         “I like making sure you’re safe, bonita. I know you’re strong, but that doesn’t mean you have to fight.”

         You hadn’t expected to hear such soft and meaningful words from him, but they make your heart melt inside, make you go soft beneath him. A sudden gasp forces its way past your lips, your eyes fluttering shut as he hits that very specific spot. He feels your walls clench around him, feels you pulse inside. It makes him groan and growl into your neck.

         “Ngh, I can feel it, fuck.” Javi’s panting has grown frantic, his pelvis slapping down onto yours. “Cum baby, I know you can do it. I know how good it feels for you…”

         “Javi,”

         “Do it for me.”

         He thrusts into you harder, his nose now running up your cheek as he nuzzles into you. Then he kisses you there, his hurried breaths fanning out over your face.

         You’re still in awe of the pleasure Javi’s been able to bring you since the first time you’d laid with him in bed. He had a certain way with himself, swaying his hips into you at a gracefully powerful pace. It made you feel weak, but in the best way you’ve ever known.

         “Yes, yes…”

         It’s not sudden, you’d seen it coming. Each shove of his cock inside brought incredible waves of bliss to your system, building you up from the moment he entered. He has such amazing stamina, fully satisfying your needs before his own. And as he does so, he feels you shiver, his right arm snuggling its way beneath your back to hold you close. As soon as it hits, you cling to him, arms and legs wrapping around his firm body. He drops your leg to allow you to do so, letting you bring him in closer. Jesus, it feels so wonderful to finally have him like this, having him and knowing you don’t have to let him go. His beautiful body holds your own, continuing to coax you through your high.

         The ripple of his own shaking muscles comes shortly after, his open mouth laying over your skin as he moans. He loves when you wrap your legs around him like this, linking them behind his lower back and shoving him further inside. Your inner channel squeezes him tight, the wet heat of your own cum allowing him to easily slide in and out. His eyes roll back into his skull at the sensation, hips jerking harshly against your own. Each thrust is sharp and deep, the rush of his cum flooding his body with a euphoric high. But before he lets himself release into you, into the covering you’d laid over him, he pulls out.

         You shriek at the sensation, head snapping down to watch him. He rips the condom off, tossing it aside on the bed. His movements are almost frantic, kneeling up between your legs with his hand flying down to grip his cock. Javi’s tan body shakes above you, jerking himself off between your legs and into your stomach. He’s gasping and panting, the fingers of his free hand digging into the sweet flesh of your thigh. It doesn’t take long for the first spurt to arrive, shooting hotly across your stomach.

         “Oh,” he groans, pumping his hand with his brow furrowed deep. “Ugh.”

         Javi’s staring down at where his cum litters your belly, gasping out harshly as it lands on your skin. You gain your bearings enough to lean up, resting back on your forearms as you watch. Your legs lay out on either side of him, breaths slowing down as you watch his release. The grunts from his throat are forceful, sinful, followed by a few satisfied sighs.

         “Ugh…” he groans, lowering his body over yours.

         His back stays slightly arched, his stomach not pressing over his own cum as he holds you. Both hands slide around to your back, face pressing back into the crook of your neck. And you smile at his loving affections, your hands rising to pet lightly at his dark curls. You can feel him place a few firm kisses, his lips meeting your neck a handful of times.

         “Baby,” he grumbles, head turning to the side to place a kiss on your ear.

         He then inhales a deep breath, face resting over your soft, sweet-smelling hair. A happy hum moves through your chest, a calm smile forming along with it. He holds you so tightly, slightly rubbing himself over you.

         “Baby,” he repeats quietly, “You’re mine.” 

Thank you for reading <3

[nejibaby]

Fun

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x F!Reader

Summary: With you near-death experience in Dressrosa, you’re craving for a certain type of release.

Warning: NSFW!

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: A certain Luffy fanart has made me think of dirty thoughts about him so here I am posting this filthy thing. I’m so flustered, it’s not even kinky but writing smut really flusters me LOL 🤣 Please let me know your thoughts~

Celebrations are usual occurrences in the Straw Hat crew. Despite only having almost half the crew around, it doesn’t make the party any less lively. In fact, the presence of the new allies formed in Dressrosa makes up for the absence of the other crew members.

The near-death experience makes you crave for a certain type of release. And with the copious amount of alcohol being passed around by everyone, it doesn’t take you too long to gather up courage to find someone to help you.

Soon enough, you’re seated on a random guy’s lap, heavily making out with him, a few meters away from the celebrating people. Because of the alcohol, you’re not entirely sure who he is, but you have to admit he’s skilled at using his lips, his tongue, and his hands.

He’s just about to move you into a more private location, but before he could take you away, an arm wraps itself around your waist and suddenly you’re being pulled back into someone else’s lap.

You look at the person who just interrupted your moment, only to be surprised upon finding out it was your captain. “Luffy, what the hell?!”

“Oi, what were you doing with Torao?”

Torao? Trafalgar Law? You whip your head to where you previously were to confirm if the guy who you were with is truly him. Lo and behold, you find Law glaring at Luffy, and then angrily walking away.

You pout and let out a frustrated huff. “Ah, we were just having fun. I’ll just—” you point towards where Law went, “head back so we can...” you absentmindedly trail off, and then you attempt to get up from Luffy’s lap. Keyword: attempt. Because Luffy grips your legs so you couldn’t leave.

You furrow your brows at his actions. Just as you are to ask him why he’s keeping you there, he asks, “Why don’t you want to have fun with me?”

You swear your brain short circuited the moment his question left his lips. If you’re sober, you’re certain you would’ve taken his question innocently. But with the alcohol fogging up your mind, you aren’t sure if he’s just sulking because he wants you to party with him or if he’s inviting you to continue what you’ve been doing a while ago but with him instead of Law. And so, you want to clarify what he means. “What?”

Luffy giggles at your dumbfounded expression. He thought you didn’t hear him from the noise everyone is making, so he leans in, his lips almost touching your ear as he unconsciously rubs your thighs while saying, “I said, why don’t you want to have fun with me?”

And then he pulls away, waiting for your answer.

It isn’t easy to fluster you, but with Luffy’s proximity, the way his hands are moving, and the fact that you’re still aroused after the interrupted makeout session, you find yourself being affected by his question and it’s underlying meaning.

“I, uhm, I-I…” you stutter, unable to look at him in the eyes. You attempt to look elsewhere but suddenly your eyes land on his lips.

You’ve heard of people before who talked about how Luffy has his way of drawing people in and making them his allies. Right now that’s exactly what he’s doing with you, drawing you in — except, he’s doing it quite literally.

Before you know it, you’re leaning into him, and then your lips are on his. He smiles into the kiss before pulling you impossibly closer.

Luffy’s kisses are rather messy and uncoordinated, but it quickly makes you feel lightheaded and excited.

You’re so caught up with the moment to the point that it didn’t occur to you that you have instinctively started grinding on him. You’re only made aware of your actions when you hear Luffy groaning in pleasure. And that’s when you start wanting more, but you’re both still on the deck and there are still drunk people around, even if you both aren’t near them.

Luffy tries to follow your lips when you pull away. And then he pouts when your lips are out of reach. He whines your name, obviously wanting to continue.

“Luffy, I… we should… uhm…” you clear your throat. “I want you,” you whisper.

But Luffy isn’t even listening. His focus is solely on your lips and when you bite your lip nervously, he almost shivers in anticipation.

You take this opportunity to drag him into his room. Thankfully, he doesn’t object nor ask any questions, he just follows your lead. And when you’ve entered his room, you immediately lock the door and start kissing him once again.

You gently nudge Luffy to his bed, not even daring to break the kiss in the process. For some reason, the kiss turns rougher than before, almost feral.

When Luffy reaches the bed and sits down on it, you immediately climb on his lap. You grab a hold of his calloused hands and guide them under your tank top, towards your breasts. He kneads them instantly and you let out a whimper.

Luffy pulls away from the kiss. He removes his hands from under your tank top, and then the next thing you know, he’s tearing up the offensive garment. You haven’t even asked why he did that but he explains already, “It was in the way! I want to feel you better.”

If that’s the case, you unhook your bra and throw it somewhere in the room before he’d even think about ripping it off as well.

Luffy takes a moment to stare at your half naked form. With the way your boobs are slightly moving with every breath you take, he easily finds himself in a trance.

You snap him out of it by grinding on his bulge. You pull him in again for a kiss and he instantly cups your breasts with his hands again. He kneads your boobs and pinches your nipples, and you let out soft mewls in satisfaction.

You bite his lip and he lets out a sexy grunt. You palm his hardened cock and it instantly makes him breathless. He calls your name with a quiver in his voice.

You grab one of his hands and bring it under your skirt, inside your panties and urge him to touch your cunt. “You’re wet,” he breathlessly comments.

You slip one of his fingers into you, guiding him in and out. When he’s found his rhythm, you let go of his hand and let him do as he pleases. He adds another finger soon enough. The sensation elicits a moan from you.

“Do that again,” Luffy says. “Do that sound again.”

You oblige, resting your head on his shoulder as you moan at his ministrations.

You use this time to unzip his pants and tug his cock from the garments. When you start pumping him, he lets out a lewd groan and temporarily stops his fingers from moving. This goes on for a while and when Luffy starts moving his hips with the motion of your hands, you stop.

You pull away completely from him. And then you start stripping him off of his clothes until Luffy’s naked. You watch as he licks his fingers clean from the wetness of your cunt and he hums in appreciation. When he’s done, you take off your remaining clothes as well.

You grab a hold of his dick once again and kiss him on the lips. Your hand movements are slow as you switch from kissing his lips to his neck. You leave a couple of hickeys on him. Then you slowly make your way down, kissing, sucking, licking, biting his chest, his abs, until you’re on your knees, face directly in front of his dick.

He watches you with half lidded eyes, a look that you’ve never seen before on him. You look directly at him as you make kitten licks on his cock. You watch as he visibly gulps. And then you take him in your mouth and start sucking him off. Luffy pants and grunts at your ministrations. You then grabbed his balls and massaged them.

“That feels so good,” he moans.

Luffy uncontrollably juts his hips, wanting more of the pleasurable sensation you’re making him feel. And you let him.

But when you feel his cock twitching, you pull away.

Luffy whines loudly, but you push him so that he’s laying on the bed. You climb atop him, grab his shaft and coat it with your wetness. And then you slowly sink down until he’s fully inside you.

“T-tight…” Luffy mutters, “you’re so tight.”

You wait until you’ve fully adjusted to his size before you start moving. Luffy stares at you in desire as you move on top of him, your tits bouncing with every motion. He watches your face with fascination as he’s never seen your face contort with pleasure like this before. And for some reason, this makes him harder.

Then his body moves on his own, too lost in lust, his hands start squeezing your breasts, his hips start thrusting into you.

When he notices you tiring down, he easily flips the position so that you’re under him. All that’s going through his head is how good you make him feel.

“Luffy… fuck… so good…” you moan out loudly, unable to even make a proper sentence.

He snaps his hips faster and rougher as time progresses. He’s pounding into you so hard that the bed starts creaking and the headboard slams against the walls.

But those sounds are nothing compared to the noises the both of you are making. You have resorted to repeating his name like a mantra along with profanities here and there, while Luffy grunts and moans to your ears, sometimes telling you how amazing you feel.

All too soon, you’re clenching against him so tightly as you climaxed. This brings out a more brutal pace from Luffy as he starts chasing his own high. And when he releases his load in you, you almost shudder at the feeling.

When Luffy pulls out, he notices your juices leaking out of you. And before you can even comprehend what he’s planning, he starts licking.

Your breath hitches from the stimulation, but Luffy doesn’t stop until you’re completely clean.

And when he’s done, he’s grinning widely at you.

“Luffy, that’s…” you start to say, but you didn’t know what word or words you’re supposed to use. Hot? Sexy? Best fuck you’ve had in a while?

Before you can even come up with what to say however, Luffy tells you, “That was fun! We should do that again!”

[angelamajiki]

Damn that Bully Dabi and Hawks fic was an amazing read! I love it when you write them full on bastard mode!

Pro Hero Bakugou sexually harassing his weak quirkless secretary who does her very best at her job. She's good at it but Bakugou always looks mad (read: sexually frustrated). High on success after a good rescue, he wants to celebrate....

OR

Cop Bakugou sees a pretty little thing outside a club. She looks sus so he decides she needs a pat down. Maybe he'll plant something to blackmail her into doing certain favors. Very bully, very bastard Bakugou.

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Bakugou x Secretary! Quirkless! AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, dubcon/noncon, dirty talk, choking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, scumbage bakugou, use of the word rape, quirkless reader, size difference, age gap, death threats, sexual harrassment, bullying, mindbreak, masturbation, office sex

AN: I’ll probably write the cop Bakugo at some point too! For now, mind the tags and enjoy :)

They say to never meet your idols and in retrospect, you wished you would have listened.

Try as you might, it seemed like Mr. Dynamight was never satisfied with your work. Admittedly, you joined his agency as his office secretary based on having a crush on the pro, but you assumed his brash nature would calm down in an office setting. You did everything he asked, obediently followed his every word, which was all met with harsh glares and what you thought were dissatisfied grunts.

Surely you thought it wouldn't be about your being quirkless, but rumors were high strung in the office about the blonde’s feeling towards those without quirks. It would explain the harsh glares and judgment he passed on you despite your work effort.

The man even went as far as to ask for your personal phone number, only to leave scathing voicemails whenever you couldn't show up to work or miss out on work gatherings he put together. You couldn't help but flush at the thought of him missing your presence. Maybe you were just bad at reading his signals? Or maybe he was just hell-bent on bullying you more than the rest of the staff.

The job paid very well, so you couldn't exactly up and leave based on his behavior. However, you did notice how...handsy Mr. Dynamight has become with you. It was subtle at first, brushing shoulders in the hallways, letting his fingers ghost against yours when he handed you paperwork.

It soon escalated to always having a hand on your shoulder, holding your hips when he had to brush behind you, towering over you from behind your chair when you showed him something. You couldn't say that you weren't flattered, but his rough demeanor remained.

It started becoming uncomfortable when he made passes at you, making sure you were cornered and alone when he did.

“C’mon, am I really that fuckin’ intolerable that you can't get lunch with me, pipsqueak?”

You assumed that he was just messing with you, so you always turned him down with a flushed face and ran back to your desk, leaving him blue balled and more desperate by the day. There's no way a pro hero like him would actually be interested in someone quirkless and weak like yourself.

But that's the reason why he liked you anyway. So small, so weak, so obedient, so perfect for him to fuck up. God, if he didn't want just to rip your tiny pencil skirt to threads and spear you on his cock like no tomorrow. A pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be working. No, no, no. You should be at home, in his home in his bed with his ring on your finger. You belong to him, don't you see that?

Katsuki only ever gives you the time of day, not those other stupid bitches who crawl up his ass every morning trying to get a crumb of attention. And what do you do with his precious time? Waste it. Always whining about how you really shouldn't, that he shouldn't be seen with someone like you. As if he gives a fuck about what the media has to say.

He even checks up on you when you're not at work! Isn't he such a gentleman? Sure, he's a bit vulgar, but he's trying to show he cares. But if you want to act like a stuck-up bitch, then he’ll gladly treat you like one.

After a particularly tough fight with a villain, the blonde wanted nothing more than to use and abuse you to get some steam off his chest. It was late, but he prayed to whatever gods were out there that you were still in the office. He left you a voicemail for good measure, hoping that you would do what you always did best and stayed obedient for him.

It was locked up for the night, but he could see your office light on from the street. Perfect. Such a good girl for him. Little did he know that you stayed late quiet often.

You hadn't even seen his previous call come through; you were too busy listening to an old one with plenty of derogatory terms being spat your way. A hand shoved in your skirt, you couldn't help but finger yourself the sound of his voice calling you moronic for skipping out of work. Mr. Dynamight was your childhood crush after all, you had jerked off to plenty of interviews of him in the past. Sure, it was creepy but no one had to know. The older man was so big, so strong and handsome. You couldn't help but feel fuzzy from the voicemail, even if it was degrading you, it was for you alone.

Speak of the devil and he will appear.

“Well, shit. Whadda we have here, pipsqueak?”

A rough chuckle came from behind you as he pulled your desk chair out and swiveled towards him.

“Caught ya red-handed, huh? Who knew you were such a little slut for me.”

Taking the phone from your hand, he hung it up on the receiver and took your hand out of your panties. He snatched your fingers greedily in his mouth and sucked your wetness off of him.

“You know what, I’m feeling a bit hungry. And you taste like something in the vein of what I’m tryin’ to have for dinner.”

Katsuki devoured you in a hungry kiss, lifting you out of the chair and onto your desk. He tossed aside the papers messily and spread your legs to see your slick moistening your sheer tights and panties.

“Bend over and spread that fuckin’ pretty pussy for me, pipsqueak.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough by being caught with your pants down, literally.

“That wasn't a question, that was a command, you bratty bitch. What happened to your manners?”

God did his words stir something deep inside you. Waiting was no longer a priority; catching you like this was proof enough in his mind that you were just playing hard to get.

“You should consider yourself lucky that I want you to sit on my face, you know that? I have bitches trying to get on my dick every day, but it only gets hard for you, pipsqueak.”

“I-I thought you didn't like quirkless people!”

“It's all the more reason I want to be balls deep in your cunt right now. So weak and pathetic, it's fucking cute.”

You could feel yourself tighten around nothing just at his words. He was right, you were just a pathetic plaything for him. Not hesitating any longer, he ripped off your skirt and threw it behind the both of you. Your tights also got ripped to shreds, leaving you in your blouse and panties.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he took your panties off and pocketed them. For later, he thought.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to spit on your already wet cunt before diving into his meal. Each stroke of his tongue sent fire straight to your core, each suckle of his lips drew a whimper from your mouth. Hips bucked into his mouth before he held them down, using just one hand to cover your torso. So small and petite for him, how cute would you be up against his massive form.

“M-Mr. Dynamight!”

“Heh, so fuckin’ cute. Call me Katsuki, sweet thing. Or daddy, if you're nasty like that.”

Your hips were held taught against his face, not allowing you to squirm or inch away from his searing tongue fucking your hole. He continued to ravage you with his mouth, pulling away only a few times to give your pussy a nice spank. Groaning into your cunt, he stroked himself at the same time.

Humiliation had dissolved into pleasure as he serviced you, tears springing in your eyes as he gripped his head tightly with your hands and thighs. Having already masturbated before getting caught, it didn't take long for him to make you see stars and roll your eyes into the back of your head.

“K-Katsuki, I’m cumming!” You shouted, squirting onto his tongue as your body shook around his head. Your fingers threaded deeply into his hair and tugged as he continued to work his tongue into your hole, riding out your orgasm.

He didn't stop, though.

“Too much, it's too much!”

“I’ll stop when I’m finished, little girl.”

You tried to push his head away, but he gripped your wrists from under your legs and had you pinned against his mouth, shaking and screaming from overstimulation. Once he brought you another good nut, he pulled away and gave your clit a kiss, chuckling when you jumped.

Standing up, he pushed his mask up to pull his back and took his rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat on your dripping hole once again before lining up his fat head with it.

Katsuki hissed as he sank himself into your cunt, holding your hips in place as you whined and squirmed under him, still overly sensitive. God, were you gripping him in all the right ways. Your legs around his waist, your hands on his forearms, and your cunt around his cock.

“Relax, pipsqueak, or I’ll end up breaking you.” He chuckled. “But you might like that, huh?”

Seeing your teary, fucked out face while teasing you? He nearly jizzed himself on the spot. But he had to hold out for you. A choked gasp was all you could respond with as he got right in your face, breath tickling your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off to the sound of my voice. It's better in person, isn't it?”

“D-Daddy!”

Was all you could whine as his thumb made his way to your clit, drawing slow, gently circles with his roughed-up finger.

“Oi, oi, oi, did I break ya already, pipsqueak? Y’know, you coulda just asked for my cock like a good girl if you were gonna get this drunk off it.”

His hips slowly drew back, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in, earning a squeal from you.

“Or maybe you wanted me to take you by force? Show ya what the fuck happens to quirkless little girls who tease their fuckin’ man so much that he just has to come and take their little cunt to show ‘em who’s boss, eh?”

You couldn't help but tighten around him from his words, squirming under his hot breath as he started to grind his hips up into yours slowly.

“Good girl, letting daddy rape your cunt so willingly.”

Katsuki chuckled, sealing a hot kiss on your mouth while he gripped your throat. His hips began to piston in and out of your pussy, thick veins grinding against your spongy walls.

His brutal kisses swallowed your moans and tears while he squeezed your throat. His other thumb continued to swipe against your clit in fast motions, causing your to clamp down and flutter against his thick cock.

“Shoulda known you were a whore from the start, wearing those skirts that hugged ya in all the right places. Bending over and letting me touch you how I pleased, it's like you wanted this to happen.”

The pace of his thrust increased as he started to chase his orgasm, holding your throat and hips down to use you like the hole he knew you were. He growled and snarled into your mouth as he choked you, even more, watching the blood flood to your face.

“Yeah, baby, I've got your life in my hands now. If you won't be mine, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Then nobody can have you.”

“Y-Yours! I’m yours!” You managed to gasp out, gripping his forearm and digging your nails into it, hoping he’ll let you up for air

“Damn straight, now cum for me, you quirkless little bitch.”

The haziness from the lack of air and the pleasure pooling in your gut sent you over the edge a third time, making you cry out his name as you came. Katsuki was right behind you, eyes screwed shut and practically foaming at the mouth as he came deep inside you, finally letting you breathe once he finished himself off.

You sputtered and coughed, desperate to fill your lungs with air as he pushed some stray hairs out of your face.

“Ya did good, pipsqueak.”

He praised, giving your ass a spank before pulling out and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re coming home with me, so don't worry about the mess.”

“By the way, you're fired.”

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[prettyboy-writes]

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 '𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺' 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯' 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥,𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳.

Bloodied and bruised is what the blonde was. He’d never met someone that could land so many hits on him without getting the same,what made it worse was that the boy was shorter than him. He was honestly impressed but couldn’t say that infront of his friends when he’s already loosing.

YN was pissed,pissed and annoyed. Sano’s little fake blonde friend wouldn’t shut up about never giving up and to face your problems. No matter how many hits he landed on sano he wouldn’t go down. Raising his hands he was ready to propose a solution.

“Call off your guys and I’ll call if mines. We can do this,another way.” YN stood straight,fixing his jacket. Manjiro looked around before shrugging his shoulders and whispering something to Draken. The tattooed man nodded in what seemed to be agreement before yelling.

“Oi! The presidents needa’ hold off the fight!” All 250 of the men paused in their positions,some with their hands midair ready to knock others clean out while some people fell from mid air as they were ready to jump onto someone and beat them half to death.

All the white jackets,aka your members looked at you as if they were asking “is he speaking for you as well?” You nodded at them and they all went back to their positions and by their friends,laughing and teasing at how bad they were beat or praising how many people one took down.

“Manjiro sano,I propose a truce. You won’t go down because of your oddly positive friend and I’m simply running out of energy.” You walked closer to the blonde,he seemed to tense,unsure if you were being serious.

“How about,we share the area. We fight against other gangs who somehow manage to make their way into our Territory.” He looked at ken for reassurance,earning a nod from him.

“A truce it is,LN” you both shook hands,receiving cheers of celebration from the 250 men that stood alongside you both.

“If I’m bein’ honest I was about to pass out sleep on the nearest toman member!” Someone from your gang yelled causing laughter to erupt. You only shook your head with a smile and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

Mikey suddenly couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The embarrassment on your face as you tried to hold back a laugh,the little blush that dusted your cheeks. Why did he all of a sudden find you so pretty,why did he find you attractive.

Shaking his head while closing his eyes,ridding the confusing thoughts. “It was such a pleasure to fight with the unbeatable Manjiro sano,but it is time I take my leave.” You raised your arms dramatically and just in que your co-president came driving by,swooping you up by your waist and onto the shared motorcycle.

“Your all dismissed,thank you for fighting alongside me today!” You waved at your gang members as they let out a series of “my pleasure” and “welcomes’”. You gave a smile before you exited the grounds on the bike.

Mikey was stunned. How the fuck did you look so elegant while getting snatched off your feet ? How did you get one hundred and fifty larger men to give you their full repsect and undivided attention? Mikey had so many questions right now.

And that led to today. You were sitting in a small bakery,a table close to the glass wall where you could see any and everything,including the blonde walking to the door. You watched as he walked in searching for a familiar color of hair,waving at him his eyebrows raised and he headed towards you waving with a smile.

“Yo” you raised your head slightly before tilting it back. He sat in the chair looking around before speaking up. “I want to end the rivalry between our gangs.” He spoke,his tone was nervous but his face was stoic and didn’t change a bit. You shrugged. “Sure,I mean why not.” His face practically lit up when he heard your agreement.

“Let’s celebrate with dorayaki!” He waved towards the waitress who immediately rushed over with a pen and notepad. “Can I get two melonpan? They are very sweet and I need sugar.” You held up two fingers as you spoke and the waitress nodded. She looked between you two obviously nervous.

“I’ll be right back with your food,congrats on the relationship you two!” She gave another smile before walking off. Your face immediately warmed up and you looked at Mikey who was also flustered before looking down.

Why didn’t he deny asking you out? Why didn’t you deny him asking you out? God this was so embarrassing. You shook the thought as lightly tapped your cheeks,ridding the warmth before looking up at the blonde.

“M’ sorry about that.” He apologized offering a soft smile. You once again felt the warmth travel up to your cheeks. “It’s fine,just a simple misunderstanding.” He nodded and once again his eyes lit up when he saw the waitress heading to your table with plates.

She set them both down before slightly bowing and walking away. You bit into the bread,not moving it from your mouth as you looked around before finishing the bite and chewing it. Mikey was slightly confused but nonetheless flustered at how strangely cute you looked.

“Say LN,how old are ya’?” Mikey asked as he played around with his food,making the fish seem as if it was swimming. “Mmm,just turned 14. Why?” You answered as soon as you swallowed your bread. His eyes widened. “Woah. Your younger than me? Well I mean it’s not that big of a surprise seeing your height-“ Mikey immediately regretted talking about your height when he saw your glare.

“I am the perfect height for my age,manjiro.” Your eyes narrowed on the blonde causing him to raise his hands in a surrendering manner. “Geez,hit a nerve there.” You huffed before looking away as you took another bite of your bread,earning a snicker from Mikey. Your eyes flickered back to him,he was suddenly staring at something,with his full attention.

In all honesty he was admiring your face,he had never thought of anyone pretty. Let alone have a crush on someone. This was a new discovery for him and he didn’t know how to go about it. Maybe he’d talk to takemitchy later,he has a girlfriend. His thoughts were interrupted when your voice was heard.

“Whaddya’ staring at?” You attempted to following where his eyes where but it seemed like he was staring at the empty chair behind you. He shrugged before biting into his dorayaki happily.

Not only was he happy that he saved his guys a possibly big fight that could cause serious injuries and possible deaths,but he also made an ally. A cute one at that. “Nothin,just thinking.” You gave an understanding nod and rested your cheek on your palm,looking through the glass walls.

“Hey does your friend know I can see his tall ass? He sucks at hiding.” Your vision hovered on Draken who was trying to hide behind a wall. Mikey laughed at your honesty before turning to him and waving him off with a nod.

“He didn’t quite trust the idea of me coming to meet you alone.” Mikey admitted. You shrugged before eating the last bite of your bread. “Hey uh,do you maybe wanna go on a walk? Tomorrow?” The blonde nervously asked with a smile.

You nodded,returning his kind smile. “Alright,it’s a date. See you then,Mikey” you stood up and placed a 1000 yen bill before exiting the cafe,waving at Mikey through the glass.

His cheeks were bright red as he tried to wave back at you. He settled rivalry,gained an ally and got a date? God this day was just going perfect for him.

“Oh god what should I wear? What do you wear for date walks?!” He pointed to the waitress who served you and him. She nervously answered: “a nice hoodie and a pair of jeans always work?” Manjiro nodded and yelled a “thankyou” as he walked out of the cafe waving.

You can bet he went to Takemichi to help him pick out a hoodie with Draken following along giving his opinion every now and then.

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[griffintail]

The Lost Ones

Summary: Several of the SMP members find an infant in a place they didn’t expect and decide to care for them.

Pairings: Platonic! Parental! Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, and Dream x F! Child! Reader

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Warnings! : Swearing, Village Raid, Minor Violence, Minor Deaths (Mostly mobs), mentions of blood

A/N : I’m the biggest sap for child readers. Dating back to 2014. I literally couldn’t help myself. Just so everyone knows, I suck at writing in gender neutral terms, that’s why the reader is specifically female in all of these (Including Tommy’s, Minor Spoiler, Tommy’s just an idiot and doesn’t look). So, sorry about that.

I’ll most certainly will make more of these. I won’t always have it just like this, I might write a certain character individually in a scenario. It’s all dependent on my mood. I might add more characters! This is just basically the introduction. So yeah...ENOUGH RAMBLING! Hope you enjoy :)

       Tommy (Before the First Disc War)

        Tommy smirked proudly to himself as he tucked his new disc safely into his inventory bag before starting the walk back to his home. His adventure was successful, he managed to get a rare disc and it was now all his. Walking through the small bit of woods, he rested his hand on his sword handle. It was still night time after all and the monsters were out to play.

        As he could see the lights from the small town of the Dream SMP, he heard a cry. Looking back into the woods, he frowned before grinning.

        Someone is in trouble! He’d save them and get a payment—er— “willing reward” from them. Pulling his sword, he ran over towards the sound of another cry, this time the sound being continued. He rolled his eyes, someone was crying, what a pussy. As the crying was practically on top of him, he frowned in confusion as he only found a skeleton, which was trying to shoot at a basket hanging in a tree. There was no one there to be crying.

        He shrugged regardless, taking his shield off before going for the skeleton. It only managed one arrow before Tommy killed the mob. Looking at the basket, Tommy hummed before putting his weapon and shield away to climb up. As he got to a safe place to reach the basket, the crying now made sense as his eyes went wide.

        “You’re a fucking baby!” He shouted in surprise.

        Said infant noticed the new face and their wails quieted, but small cries still came out.

        “Quiet down. You’re going to bring monsters!” He hushed, moving carefully, getting the basket off, and brought it to himself. “How the hell did you get up here? Who just leaves a baby?”

        He looked down at the baby as he sat back in the tree. He couldn’t help but think how small she was, had he been that small when he was this young?

        “Guess you got nowhere to go huh?” He asked as the child looked up, their cries having gone silent seeing the boy much closer.

        They played with their blanket and he hummed as he held the basket close, making his way down the tree.

        “You’re lucky, a big man saved you! I don’t live far, so you’ll come with me. Of course, I wouldn’t just leave you here again.” Tommy rambled, despite knowing the infant couldn’t respond back. “I’m not some kind of monster!”

        He made it back to his home, putting the basket on his bed, and looked down at the baby with his hands on his hips.

        “If you were left out there like that, you’re alone.” This time, the baby gave a small babble and he couldn’t help the small smile that came on his face. “Well, then I’ll take care of you! I’m a big man and can do it easy! Phil took care of my brothers and me after all and he’s old and stupid. I’m young and very wise, so I can do it. I suppose you’ll need a name now.”

        If anyone had been in the room with Tommy, they’d be surprised how gentle he picked up the small human. Carefully, he held them properly, only knowing how as Phil had once shown him when they were helping a village out after a raid when he had taken the younger boy to trade.

        “Hmm, I’ll call you (Y/N)!” He decided. “And I will be the greatest father ever! And I know the perfect way to celebrate today!”

        Going into his bag, he grinned as he pulled out his new music disc. Putting it on the jukebox, he sat on his bed as the infant looked over at the object making the beautiful sound. His grin went into a gentle smile as he watched (Y/N) listen to the music. They’d both be happy; he’d make sure of it.

        Twenty Minutes Later…

        Tubbo sprinted down the stairs of his house as he heard frantic knocking on his door and the sound of crying. Swinging the door open, he let out a startled noise seeing a distressed Tommy holding a wailing baby.

        Of course, he’d need some help since there was just a little bit of a learning curve.

          Wilbur (Right after Declaration of War)

        Times were hard. Wilbur had just started a new nation to free himself, his friends, and his family from the iron grip of Dream and his friends, but they did not like the loss of power and declared war on him. As well as the war, Fundy had become a rather rebellious teenager and Wilbur wasn’t sure how to handle all of it. He didn’t let it show to the others though. He’d be a strong leader for them.

        He looked over his map of L’Manberg. They needed better defensive points…they fought with their words but Dream fought with weapons of destruction. They needed safe spaces to protect themselves…

        Wilbur jumped, knocking over an ink bottle over on the table when there was pounding on the van door.

        “Damn it.” He grumbled, quickly flipping the bottle back up and moved the map out of the way before going to the door.

        He opened the door to see Eret standing there, making Wilbur raise an eyebrow as Eret was on guard duty at the moment but looked shocked seeing what the other man was holding.

        “Hello, sir. They were just outside the gate. I didn’t see anyone else around.” Eret rapidly explained to his leader, the small infant wiggling in his hold. “I brought them here because they were cold.”

        “Get inside,” Wilbur instructed, going into the back of the van again quickly.

        He heard the door close as he grabbed his spare coat.

        “Hand them over,” Wilbur muttered, Eret carefully transferring his hold to the other man.

        Wilbur saw they had a blanket but it was thin and the child was cold to the touch. Wrapping his coat around them, he instructed Eret to light a furnace, which he did post haste.

        “Hello there, love.” He whispered quietly to the infant, rocking them lightly. “We’re going to get you warmed up and something to fill your stomach, how does that sound?”

        The baby didn’t fuss, too tired and cold to even thinking about making one. Wilbur stood next to the now lit furnace and looked up at Eret.

        “Is anyone out there?” He asked, his proud leader voice coming out.

        “No sir, I was worried about the child.”

        Wilbur nodded. “I commend you for saving their life, but I have it from here. Send someone to fetch milk and then please stand guard again.”

        Eret nodded before leaving the van.

        Once the two were alone, Wilbur sighed heavily as he sat on the floor, still close to the furnace. He felt the child’s forehead, feeling them warm up to his relief.

        “You gave us a scare little one.” He chuckled quietly. “But don’t worry, you’re in a safe place. L’Manberg will care for you. I suppose it was lucky you were left here rather than the Dream SMP.”

        He hummed quietly as he gently rocking the child, their eyes closing as they relaxed in his hold. As they relaxed, he gave a quick check for their gender.

        “Welcome little one. You’re the first woman of L’Manberg.” He smiled lightly.

        For a short while, he was able to forget about everything outside the van. He could relax himself and let his mind clear as he watched the little girl in his arms. They were both at peace.

        After a few minutes, he looked up as he heard the van door open. As he was standing up carefully, his own son Fundy came in holding a bucket.

        “Hey, Eret said you needed…What the hell is that?!” Fundy exclaimed in surprise, startling the girl in his arms, tears appearing in her eyes.

        “Shh, it’s alright,” Wilbur whispered to her as he rocked her again and he wiped her tears away with one hand.

        Fundy cautiously came over, raising an eyebrow. “Who are they?”

        Wilbur paused thinking for a moment, before smiling. “Meet your new little sister my son. (Y/N), the newest member of our great nation.”

          Philza (Right before Wilbur’s Betrayal)

        Phil shook out his wings as he landed in a village. He needed to rest them for a bit before continuing on his journey to L’Manberg. He had gotten word of how the tides had turned badly for his sons in the new nation they made to try and live peacefully. Originally, they hadn’t asked for his aid as Tommy and Wilbur had made contact with Techno and they believed with their older brother, they could surely turn it back. Yet, Tommy had sent him a letter with worry for Wilbur’s state of mind and Phil decided he needed to be there for his sons.

        Yes, he wanted them to learn the world on their own but there were some times when Phil needed to be there to help them.

        Looking at the sky, the night was fast approaching so he managed to get a house in the village for the night. Keeping his sword by his bedside, he went to sleep for the night…

        Startling awake, Phil heard the sounds of the village bell.

        “God damn it,” Phil mumbled, scooping his sword and bag before putting his hat on his head.

        Running out, he saw the cause of the panicked ringing. A pillager raid, and it was already out of control. Fires were crackling madly and blood littered the paths.

        “Shit.” He swore as a pillager spotted him and he dodged the arrow before running them through with his sword.

        The few surviving villagers ran from their homes and Phil went to follow when he heard a wail, the wail of a child. His throat tightened as he looked back to the burning buildings, his fatherly instinct along with his good nature kicked in.

        “God…” He muttered before spreading his wings.

        With ease, he was able to dodge between pillagers and ravagers alike as he followed the sound. Landing at the house that was most certainly ablaze, Phil kicked in the door. Holding his arm to his mouth and nose, he rushed in and found a small nursery, the flames engulfing the walls and ceiling. Rushing to the crib, he found the small child and quickly picked them up.

        “Let’s go kiddo.” He said as he rushed back out.

        Once he was outside, he took flight again and flew high enough to be out of arrow range, and flew far from the village. As he did, he looked the small child, of which he found out was female, over for injures as she screamed and cried. She had no visible injuries but Phil knew she had to have inhaled smoke. So, after a handful of minutes flying, he landed and shushed her quietly.

        “It’s alright kiddo, hang on,” Phil told her quietly as he went into his bag taking out a health potion. “I got something that can help you.”

        Being gentle, he gave them a few drops of the potion to hopefully clear out any smoke and heal the damage it might have done. The little girl gave hiccups and small cries.

        “It’s alright. You’re safe now.” He bounced her lightly, slowing down her cries to nothing. “There we go. We’re ok. Once morning comes, we’ll find the others of the rest of your village and see if we can’t find your parents.”

        The little girl’s eyes merely drooped and he gave smile before he frowned as he looked up to see the fires in the distance. They were a human child and he didn’t remember seeing any humans running away with the survivors but he’d try. And if not…

        “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you,” Phil assured the now sleeping infant.

        Technoblade (Start of Retirement)

        Techno shouldered the bag of wood he had gathered over his shoulder, his axe on his belt as he made his way home through the snow. The voices were relatively calm, not hungry for blood at the moment, and Techno was able to have a peaceful moment. As he trudged closer to his house, he slowed to a stop seeing footprints by the stairs and the voices kicked up as his thoughts went wild.

        Phil always gave him notice on his walkie if he was on the way and whoever had been there had gone up the stairs then walked away in a different direction from where they came.

        The voices were bringing up the question of if he was being scouted out. Who could have found his house? How did they find it? They started to demand blood.

        Technoblade took his axe off his belt while putting down the bag of wood. Going towards the porch carefully, he held it ready to expect the worse when he entered his house but he didn’t even go up the stairs to find something. On his doorstep, there sat a large huddle of blankets.

        Furrowing his eyebrows, he came up to the huddle carefully and slowly with his axe raised. Stopping when it was fully in view, he stared in even more confusion.

        “What the hell?” He questioned, lowering his axe slightly as he looked around the snowy tundra. “Who leaves a child on my doorstep!”

        In the middle of the huddle of blankets was a sleeping child, who wiggled slightly at the loudness of his voice.

        They’re an orphan now

        You know how you feel about orphans

        Blood for the Blood God

        Techno winced at the sounds of the voices as he looked at the child. They were right…they were an orphan now. Someone had left them on his doorstep and now they were abandoned. He gripped his axe tightly as he looked down at the infant.

        It’d be quick and easy…

        The small human opened their eyes slightly, squirming slightly as they saw him. Techno’s grip loosened, the voices screaming in protest. They were so small and so defenseless…he wasn’t calling for blood anymore.

        Grunting, he put the axe away, going back down the stairs to grab the bag as he clenched his jaw at the loud noises of the voices before going back and picking up the child with surprising gentleness as the child was startled slightly. He shouldered his door open, dropping the bag of wood next to the unlit fireplace before making his way upstairs to his bedroom. He put the child down, who watched him in silent curiosity as Techno took the walkie off his belt.

        “Phil, you there?” He questioned into it.

        It took a minute but the device crackled.

        “Yeah, what’s going on?”

        “I got a…issue. Come over as soon as you can.”

        “An issue? What kind of issue?” Phil asked in surprise as usually, Technoblade could handle most of his issues.

        “It’s hard to explain, just come over.” Techno rubbed his temple at the screams of the voices.

        “Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

        He put the walkie down as he looked over at the child watching him.

        “What?” He huffed.

        Then the child gave a small giggle, trying to get their hands free to hold them out to him. The man stood there in shock as his heart melted. He had not felt something like that in a long time. Scrunching up his nose slightly before coming over and taking the infant out of the blankets and holding her as he used to with Tommy.

        “What the hell am I going to do with you?” He muttered and the small human held lightly onto his shirt, making even the voices slow down.

        He down a level in his home to wait for Phil, keeping the child in his hold as he just decided to do his normal routine. He started a fire and began to brew a few potions when the knock came on his door.

        “Come in.” He called.

        In stepped his father, who immediately dropped his bag in surprise seeing what Techno was holding as he added a new ingredient to his potion.

        “Hello.” He greeted the older man without looking at him.

        “What the hell did you have?” The older man questioned.

        Techno looked over at him confused. “Blaze powder.”

        Phil took his hat off as he ran a hand through his hair. “I meant the baby!”

        “Oh! Yeah, this.” Techno said casually, the older man freaking out. “Someone left them on my porch.”

        “Oh god…are they ok?” Phil asked, coming over.

        “Yeah, they’re fine. They were swallowed by blankets.”

        The child tried to take a bottle in their hands and Techno simply moved it from them and kept working like it was the most natural thing in the world. Phil stood in surprise at how casual Techno was, he knew about the orphan thing and how vicious the voices in his head could be.

        “What…what are you going to do with the child?”

        “That’s why I called you,” Techno said, before holding the child to the man. “You take it.”

        “What?! Techno, I can’t just take this child. I…” Phil’s hand shook slightly at the thought of Wilbur. “I can’t have another child right now. And L’Manberg will question where I even got them in the first place.”

        “Well then what do I do with it?!” Techno huffed as he was surprised by the quietness of the voices.

        “Well…you could take of them.”

        “I don’t know how to take care of a child. I don’t even like children, have you seen me with Tommy?” Techno rolled his eyes.

        “You seem to like this one.” Phil pointed out as Techno was holding them willingly and at the gentleness, he had with them.

        Techno frowned as he tried to think of a good reason. “That’s because they’re quiet.”

        “Look…I know you don’t want to hear this but maybe you should look after them, even just for a while. I can see if I can find someone who wants a child.”

        No, you found them.

        They’re rather cute…

        Keep them!

        The voices had done a full turn around from when they first saw the child. They were demanding Techno care for them and protect the fragile being. Techno couldn’t disagree with them because in his heart…he wanted to protect the child that had been left on his doorstep.

        “Fine, I’ll take care of them for a while but you need to help me, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

        Phil chuckled. “Of course, son. We should look them over first to make sure they’re alright.”

        Techno rolled his eyes but agreed, listening to Phil as he told him what to do. The father was smiling proudly as even though Techno was frustrated with the new task, he continued with it. Once she, as they discovered, was checked over, Phil put a hand on his son’s shoulder.

        “What do you want to call her?” Phil asked.

        He looked down at the child, who was giggling as Phil smiled at her.

        “Blood Child.”

        “Techno!”

        Later, Techno actually decided on (Y/N) and for once, the voices were on his side.

          Eret (Before the founding of L’Manberg)

        Eret chuckled to himself as he walked down the path back towards his castle. Tommy’s antics for the day had been particularly ridiculous that it still brought a chuckle to the older gentleman as he went back to his home. He knew the days around the Dream SMP certainly wouldn’t be boring.

        Walking to his castle, he stopped as he noticed a basket left in front of the door and peered inside.

        “Why hello there.” Eret smiled seeing a small face peering back up at him as they squirmed slightly in discomfort. “What are you doing here little one?”

        He carefully picked up the basket and went inside his castle. As he got to his bedroom, he carefully took the infant out struggling a bit but managed before searching a bit in the basket.

        “Hmm, no note or anything.” He muttered as he looked at the child squirming around. “Well, someone made a mistake leaving you behind. Let’s see if I can’t figure out what’s making you so fussy.”

        After a bit of trying, first checking to see if she needed a diaper, he figured she needed some food and managed to get milk, putting it in a clean potion bottle to help her drink it easier. That also took a few trials, but he managed to help her drink until she stopped fussing.

        “There we go, now I can see your lovely face better.” He smiled as he sat on his bed, wiggling his finger in front of her making her giggle.

        As he played with the small girl, he frowned slightly as he looked over the basket that she had been left in. Why would someone leave someone so precious on the doorstep of his castle? It was truly a shame for those that did leave the little girl as Eret couldn’t help but slowly smile again as the little girl grasped onto his finger.

        “You’re not going to have to worry little one. You can stay here with me and you can be the princess of this castle.” He promised her, hugging her lightly, making her giggle. “I’ll make sure you’re safe and happy. It will take me a little while to learn how to do it all properly but I’ll learn. How does that sound…(Y/N)?”

        He chuckled as he moved his head back as she reached for her glasses. Yeah, this sounded like a beautiful idea.

          Dream (The Very Start)

        Dream rolled his eyes behind his mask as he heard George screaming in the distance, Sapnap laughing wildly in return. Those two never know how to stop.

        “Come on you two! We need to build a house before the night comes.” Dream called to them. “Stop goofing off.”

        Yet, he could still hear George’s high-pitched scream and he just chuckled and shook his head at his friends’ behavior. They were the company he kept and he honestly wouldn’t trade them for anything.

        Eventually, they did stop screwing and they were able to get to work on building their first home of the new land they had. The three of them joked and there was some arguing still between Sapnap and George but it just made it peaceful for the three of them. It was how their lives were.

        Dream went to go look for some sheep to get wool for beds before night fully struck, leaving the two “children” at the house. As he went searching, he jumped when he heard the sound of screaming, but it wasn’t liking George’s scream. It was quieter but still a scream.

        “Hello?!” Dream called as he pulled out his stone sword.

        As he went towards the noise, he realized it wasn’t a scream of terror as he first thought it was. No, it was a screaming cry, the kind a child would make. He started sprinting at that thought and skidded to a stop as he found the infant that was making the sound laid on top of a rock, a group of three zombies trying to get it.

        Dream gripped onto his sword before shouting to get their attention and moved back, quickly taking care of the mobs. He pushed his smiley mask to the side of his face as he finished them off and rushed over to the baby.

        “Hey! Hey. It’s ok now.” He told them as he climbed up next to them, dropping his sword at the bottom. “All the bad things are gone.”

        He gently picked up the baby, shushing them as he put a hand on top of their head. Slowly, they quieted down and Dream smiled wiping their tears away.

        “Hey, there you go. See? There’s nothing to cry about.” He chuckled before screwing his face up to look funny.

        The child giggled and he grinned.

        “There we go. Now, let’s check you out.” He muttered, looking them over. “No injuries. That’s very good princess. Now, what are you doing out here?” He asked as he looked around, seeing no signs of human life other than the two of them.

        Dream’s blood boiled slightly. Someone would just leave a child out here? If it wasn’t for him, she would have died!

        “You got nowhere to go huh? Well, you don’t have to worry.” He said, carefully sliding down.

        He picked up his sword, putting it back in its sheath, before walking back towards his friends.

        “I’ll take care of you. You’ll be the princess of our new land! You, me, and your two idiot uncles.” He laughed, the tiny girl giggling at the sound. “And I’ll make sure you always have a reason to smile.”

[silkholland]

Summary: Running into your former best friend on your 25th birthday wasn’t in your celebration plans. What makes It even worse is that he doesn’t even seem to remember you or the reason you completely disappeared from his life. What is in your plans though, is to make him fall in love with you only to break him the way he broke you. There’s no way you could end up hurt again…right?

Pairings: Tom Holland x plus size! reader

Warnings: SMUT (additional warnings under the cut), TW: mentions of past SH (nothing graphic, just mention of scars), language, fluff.

Word Count: 3.2K

Chapter 11: Watching, Waiting, Aching

Smut Warnings: unprotected penetration (wrap it up, folks) praise kink, creampie, pet names. I think that’s it..?

“THIS BOY WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!!”

The scream reverberated through your small apartment, your eyes shutting involuntarily at the booming through your eardrums. You blinked back at your reflection, swiping the last of the black lipstick on your lips before you blotted it with a tissue. Unfazed, your gaze connected with Kiara’s expectant one in the mirror. You placed your tissue down and turned to give her your full attention.

“What did Lucas do now?”

Exasperated, Kiara began pacing through your bedroom. “He wanted to see if we should change costumes. It’s fucking Halloween! Everything is gone! Stores are barren. What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“Maybe he just wants tonight to go perfect for you guys?” You eased.

“That’s easy to say when you’re already in a perfect relationship!” Kie countered.

Your mouth dropped at her insinuation. “I’m sorry?” You began and watched her pacing cease. “Perfect relationship? Kiara, it’s a fucking act! You know what the plan is! I almost have him right where I want him!”

A look passed across her face that you couldn’t discern before she spoke again. “Are you sure it’s just an act?”

“Hey there, party people!!” Lucia shouted, her hands up in the air in a grand gesture. Her gleeful expression quickly became solemn when she read the room.

You chuckled humorlessly at Kiara, standing up from your seat. “I’m not doing this again,” you grabbed your leather jacket from your bed, completely ignoring Lucia’s entrance, “Tell your boyfriend to get his shit together. I’ll be waiting for them in the living room.”

You brushed passed Lucia, leaving Kiara to explain what had just transpired.

You knew it wasn’t fair to get mad at Kie like that, she was just looking out for you. But fuck, did it suck to constantly be reminded of how this all would end. You pushed your feelings down as far as they would go and they still seemed to bubble up like a bad mixture of beer and liquor.

Tom was attractive, attentive, sweet, caring, smart, and funny. Literally everything you’ve ever wanted in a guy. And everything you couldn’t have. You had toyed with the idea of scrapping the plan completely, allowing yourself and your relationship to bloom. There would always be that thing though, the past hanging over your head with him non the wiser. You couldn’t just throw it away for a happy ever after because there would be no happy ever after. Not if and when he realized who you actually were.

It might seem dramatic to some, but to yourself you felt like an entirely different person for that year. You shut everyone out. You hurt yourself, mentally and physically. There were times you even wanted to hurt others just so they could feel the pain you were feeling. It scared you and if it hadn’t been for those two girls in the other room and a really good therapist, you’re not sure where you’d be.

You should probably apologize to Kiara. Just…maybe not right now.

“Stop being such a baby!” You growled at Tom, your eyeliner pencil inching towards his water line. Another grumble blew past his lips as he squirmed on the edge of your bed.

He and Lucas had showed up ten minutes prior, fully decked out in their Halloween costumes. While his hair was brushed back and covered in temporary red dye, his face was still bare. With a pout, he pleaded with you to do his makeup since he ‘couldn’t figure it out’.

Now here you were, fulfilling his request and receiving huffs and puffs in return.

“Stop whining”

“I’m not whining, you’re whining.”

You sat back in your seat, pulling the eye pencil away from him completely.

“Please elaborate on how that makes any sense.”

He stared back at you, no response in sight.

“That’s what I thought,” you grinned, leaning back in. “Just let me do your water line and then you’re all done.”

A pathetic whimper was your response and you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’ll give you some kisses as a reward, that work?”

Suddenly he was sitting up straight, his fidgeting down to a bare minimum as you finished off his look.

“There. Perfect.” You glanced over your work, fake scarring, stitches and blood littered his skin and you were quite proud of yourself. He immediately leaned in to make good on your promise, a small peck quickly becoming heated.

You two had become pretty much inseparable the last few weeks. You had chalked it up to wanting to get this over with quicker, but you knew that wasn’t the real reason. You genuinely enjoyed spending time with Tom. You had when you were younger and it was as if no time had past at all. You fell into an easy groove with each other, minus all the pain you hid deep, deep down.

If you weren’t spending the night at his apartment, he was at yours. You’d built a routine over time that allowed you two to spend a decent amount of time together.

You also reciprocated his actions in the fitting room, many, many times. He tried to go down on you again but you always rebuffed him, finding one excuse or another. He’d begin to argue with you until your lips wrapped around his cock and every argument he had was gone.

It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy his ministrations - you had used the memory of his tongue working you over to get off when he was at work. It also wasn’t because of your insecurity about your body, though those thoughts did pass through your mind. It was the self harm scars you were worried about. Your upper thighs, hips and lower stomach were covered in them from your teen years. You knew he must have been too preoccupied in eating you out to notice them in the dressing room because he hadn’t brought them up to you since then. You feared if you allowed him another opportunity to be that close to them, he’d notice. And if he noticed he’d want nothing to do with you. In the past, your former partners found them uncomfortable to say the least. They never knew how to broach the topic with you, not realizing that they didn’t need to at all. That was in your past - you had found better ways to cope thanks to therapy. The reminder of those years would always remain though. No guy wanted to deal with a mentally fucked girl.

“You lovebirds ready to go, or what?” Lucia’s head popped into your room, forcing you to reluctantly pull your lips away from Tom’s.

“Yeah, we’ll be right there.”

You stood to follow her out, a sharp slap to your ass causing you to yelp. You turned to look back at him with a scowl.

“Sorry, my girl just looks good tonight.”

There it was again. My girl. By the smirk on his lips, he knew what those words did to you. If you didn’t leave immediately, there was a good chance you’d find yourself late to the party. Flickers of his face right before he orgasmed caused you to increase your pace out the door. You’d deal with those thoughts later. Right now you had an annoyed best friend waiting in the car for you.

Two hours. Just two hours and you had managed to lose sight of everyone except Tom.

Lucia’s coworker’s brother’s best friend was throwing a Halloween party that just had to be attended. It was gonna be the talk of the town and you’d be an idiot not to attend - her words, not yours. Talk of what town, though? She did realize that besides your friend group, you weren’t much for socializing, right?

It didn’t matter though. Lucia put on her best pouty face and you girls were putty in her hands. There was no actual reason not to attend, besides your unwillingness to befriend anyone other than your tight knit group. At previous social gatherings you had found yourself in the corner, nursing a drink and stroking whatever pet the homeowner of said party had. Kiara and Lucia were just more extroverted than you and that was completely okay - it was how you became friends after all. The knowledge that it was acceptable in your eyes didn’t help the vice grip on your heart when you’d reluctantly have to call yourself a cab to head back to your apartment, alone.

Tonight was different. Yes, you were still three drinks in and yes, you had pet the family dog every time it passed you by, but this time you weren’t alone. Tom was by your side the whole night, his arm protectively wrapped around your waist. His brown orbs flitted over you every once in awhile, silently checking that you were still enjoying yourself. The warmth of his body and the continuous flow of alcohol made it hard to be anything but content.

His presence tonight also felt different. Off, but not in a bad way. If you didn’t know any better, you’d call his behavior possessive. A scowl would cross his features anytime he caught a guy ogling over your frame for too long. The glower would disappear the second he gazed into your eyes, a smile quickly replacing it.

And, fuck, did it do something to you.

His grip on your waist, the sway of your hips against his slowly hardening bulge, the thin fabric of your lace, white dress, the warmth coursing through your veins from the alcohol, it was all becoming too much. You needed him. You may have been intimate with him in other ways, but you hadn’t actually had him inside you since your birthday. It had been too long and you needed him now.

You quickly turned in his grasp, nearly stumbling over your own feet. His brows furrowed, a silent question as if to say, ‘did I do something wrong?’

“Home,” was your only answer.

He looked puzzled for only a moment before you pressed yourself further against him. His response was a quick nod and a tug on your hand.

You knew Kiara would be bringing Lucas to your place and Lucia’s pajamas were already waiting for her on the living room couch.

“Yours,” you whispered once you were far enough from the sound of Michael Jackson’s Thriller blasting through the speakers.

He knew you meant his place, but that didn’t stop the immediate grin that swept his features.

“Yes you are,” he raised your hand to his lips, a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

A mess of limbs was the only way to describe your current state, both of your hands working overtime to rid the other of your costumes. His lips were on yours the second you entered the apartment, your feet tripping over his as you blindly guided your bodies to his bedroom.

You pulled away just long enough to pull your dress over your head, your hands reaching out for his face the second you were free of the garment. Instead of kissing him, however, you burst out into laughter.

“Okay, that’s really a buzzkill for my boner right now, Y/N,” he frowned, insecurity causing his face to heat up.

You tried to suppress your giggles, “I’m sorry, but,” another giggle, “Please just look at yourself in the mirror,” you instructed.

With a disgruntled sigh, he walked out of his room and into the apartment’s shared bathroom. It dawned on you suddenly that you were just standing in his room, a set of underwear and a pair of fishnet tights the only thing covering your body. The lights weren’t on - you hadn’t had a chance to turn them on in your frenzied embrace - but that didn’t quell the insecurity bubbling from your gut to your brain.

“Oh, what the fuck!”

His outburst caused another round of laughter from you, his heavy feet stomping back into the room.

“You think this is funny?” He pointed at the makeup on his face that was now smeared from the heat of the party and your make-out session. A tiny nod was apparently the wrong answer. Tom nearly ran towards you, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder as you shouted in surprise. He lifted you with such ease that it literally took your breath away. Before you could even comprehend that he picked up your fuller frame like it was nothing for him, a slap was delivered to your behind and you were unceremoniously tossed on his bed.

Leaning up on your elbows, you met his lips halfway. Your hands came up to smear what was left of the makeup on his face, clearing almost all of it off.

“Is that better?” You teased in a softer voice. Tom’s forehead fell against yours, a content sigh escaping his swollen lips. All of your bravado dissipated at the look he gave you. With a gentle kiss on your lips, his own began traveling down your body.

Teeth nipped at your collarbone followed by his soothing tongue. Tom’s fingers traced up your arms, gently, almost trembling, gripping the straps of your bra to pull them down. It was still dark but the moonlight shone through his window, illuminating the two of you in an ethereal glow.

You had no idea why he would be nervous when you two had already had sex before, until it dawned on you that this was the first time you’d really see each other. The knowledge caused your own body to tremble, Tom quickly noticing.

He had just pulled the cups of your bra below your breast before he heard your quick intake of breath.

“Do you want to stop?” He questioned, not a single ounce of judgement in his eyes.

“N-no. Just…” you tried to find the words to describe how you felt. It wasn’t exactly nerves or insecurity anymore. This just felt different than the other times you two had been intimate. You weren’t sure what it was.

“I’m good, just nervous,” you finally spoke, alleviating his concerns.

“If you ever want to stop, you just say the word, okay?” His eyes bore into yours, waiting for an answer until you nodded.

With your consent, Tom unhooked your bra, tossing it on the floor with the rest of your discarded clothing. His lips wrapped around one of your already hardened peaks, his left hand moving to massage the other. You tilted your head back, a wanton moan immediately rising from your chest. Once he was satisfied with the attention he gave to one breast, he switched to show the other just as much love.

“Please,” you found yourself whimpering.

“What, baby? Use your words,” he pulled his lips away from you, pulling another whine from you.

“I n-need you…now, please. No more teasing,” your eyes were still closed tight from his previous ministrations so you weren’t sure if he had even heard you through your whimpers.

Your prayers were answered, his lips continuing their descent down your body. Featherlike kisses grazed your stomach, your eyes closing tighter at the realization that he was now looking at all of you - scars and all. He didn’t comment on them specifically, but you could hear him mumble how beautiful you were through the many soft pecks.

You lifted your hips slightly to assist him when you felt him begin to pull down your tights and panties in one go. This was it, you were completely bared to him. You were ready to put up your walls, to protect yourself from any criticizing stares, but there were none.

His eyes were blown wide with lust and pure adoration.

Delicate, open mouth kisses were placed along your thighs, hips and stomach before reaching your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, mouse,” he mumbled in your ears, the nickname sounding an alarm deep within your memories. Before you could even ponder why he’d choose that nickname, the name he had given you as a child, he was slowly guiding himself through your soaked folds. You weren’t sure when he’d found time to discard his boxers but you were grateful there were no more barriers between you.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered again, and as if to punctuate the point, he gently rocked himself into you, moving just an inch at a time to let you adjust.

“Fuck, Tom,” your nails dug into his biceps, holding him in place.

“You’re so fucking tight. Fuck…c-can I mov-“ your hips tilted up to answer him before he could even finish his sentence.

He set a slow, steady rhythm, his arms framing your head as he gazed down at you. Your mouth hung open, tiny moans filling the air at each thrust. You could feel every ridge, every vein, every part of him. Your hand found purchase in his damp curls, fisting them tightly in your grasp.

“Please,” you begged, you weren’t sure what for.

Your hips attempted to keep up with his pace, your legs locking around his waist.

“What do you need, mouse? Talk to me,” he encouraged, his pace never faltering.

“More. Harder…F-faster.”

He quickly obliged, moving from resting on his elbows to the palms of his hands. He began a punishing pace, the slight change in angle causing him to hit a spot deep within you that had you seeing stars.

“Right there. Please. Don’t stop. Right there. Tom. Tom. Tom.” You weren’t even sure what you were saying, words tumbling from your lips at the new sensation. No one, not even your best vibrator, had made you feel like this. The knot in your belly began to tighten as his cock filled you over and over again.

“Fuck. That’s it. Cum for me, baby. Cum, Y/N,” his hips began to stutter, indicating his own release was near. He reached his hand between your sweat soaked bodies, his thumb quickly finding your clit.

Your back arched off of the bed, a flurry of curses leaving your lips as he pushed you over the edge. The look on your face and the feeling of your cunt clenching on his cock pushed him to his own release. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, a low groan and his hot breath causing you to shiver.

Fingers lazily ran up and down his toned back as you both caught your breaths. You could feel him softening in you but you still didn’t want to part just yet. Something had changed, and even though you weren’t sure what it was, you wanted to bask in the afterglow a little longer.

With a deep sigh, he slowly slid out of you, your releases leaking from your core. Instead of rolling off and away from you, Tom hovered. The lust had dissipated but the adoration was still there. His lips brushed over yours, barely touching.

“I love you, Y/N. So fucking much.” He finally pressed his lips against yours, your lips moving with his but your mind running a mile a minute.

There it was - everything you had worked towards. He loved you. And the truth was…you loved him too. Fuck.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 1) - The Nanny

Summary: The reader interviews for a new live-in nanny position with Jensen and quickly gets the job but she starts to slowly see that her new employer is going to be different than any other she’s had before...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Slow Burn

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, mention of death of a spouse/death of a parent

A/N: Please enjoy the first part of this series! This was also written for @supernatural-jackles​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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If someone had said you’d be celebrating your 30th birthday by accepting an interview to be a live in nanny when you were a kid, you would have told them they were nuts. Beyond nuts. Beyond help for that matter.

But there you were. Thirty. Single. Childless. Taking care of other people’s families and not doing much else with your life. You weren’t sure if your mom would have been on you about the no kids thing or the no boyfriend thing more to be honest.

But the pay was normally good and sometimes great and it gave you a taste of family, even if you were just the help to the adults most of the time.

You buzzed the button by the gate at the end of the driveway, a brief moment passing before it opened. It was probably on a timer like most of the people you’d worked for before, an alarm system kicking on at some point in the evening that required a buzz in, the code or a car sensor. You drove down the driveway and parked a little behind a black SUV. The house was a little modern, a little grand, a little overwhelming. A fence and lots of trees surrounded the property. The yard appeared large but you could see houses on either side. Private but suburban. 

The cadillac wasn’t a shocker. Most everyone in these neighborhoods had Escalades. You walked past an open garage on the way up, a muscle car and a more modest smaller SUV parked inside. You went up the very short path and stepped up, ringing the doorbell and fixing your shirt. You were in jeans and a plain gray shirt. It was your normal wear for chasing small children around all day and you weren’t a fan of uniforms.

“Hi,” said a very tired, very handsome man as he opened the door. “You must be from Nanny Core.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N from Home Pair,” you said with a smile. He shut his eyes and leaned his head against the door. 

“The last girl was from Nanny Core,” he said. He blinked them open and shook his head. “I’m so sorry. Yes, Y/N. You’re the one that’s a consultant, not firmly associated with Home Pair, right?”

“Correct,” you said as he opened the door more and you stepped inside.

“Can I ask what the distinction is?”

“Mostly it has to do with benefits,” you said. “Consultants pay out of pocket for their own or negotiate with their client for those to be covered.”

“Gotcha,” he yawned. You looked ahead and he wiped his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I must seem like an ass.”

“You seem tired is all Mr. Ackles. Not a crime,” you said with a smile. He nodded and he returned it, no fake cheesiness to it. 

“Mind if we do the interview in the kitchen over a cup of coffee?” he asked.

“Wherever you like, sir,” you said. You took off your shoes when you noticed he didn’t wear any inside and he chuckled as you walked back farther into the house.

“Uh, for the record, call me Jensen. None of that sir stuff. They must teach that at nanny school or something huh?” he said, motioning to a table. “I noticed all of you do it.”

“Something like that,” you said. You took a seat and watched him go to a coffee machine, fumbling with it before he spilled some ground coffee on the counter. He shut his eyes and gripped the counter’s edge, taking a deep breath to himself. “How about I make the coffee and you take a seat, hm?”

“I’m okay,” he said as he opened his eyes. 

“Well making you coffee is probably going to come up in my job quite a bit so consider this part of the interview. It’s alright, really,” you said. He glanced over to you and you smiled. 

“Thank you,” he said. You swapped places with him and got him a cup going, taking a mug off the counter and waiting a beat before liquid started pouring out. “I’m gonna ask you the same question I’ve asked all seven other women I’ve talked to today.”

“Yes?”

“Why should I trust you to watch my children?”

“Honestly?” you asked as he nodded. You smiled and carried the cup over to him, Jensen taking a long sip. “You shouldn’t.”

“I shouldn’t. That seems counterproductive.”

“I wouldn’t trust any stranger with my child. Trust is earned, not given. I think the real question is do you believe I’m capable of earning that trust with you and that’s something intrinsically only you know.”

“How so?”

“You meet a lot of different kinds of people with this job. My gut reaction to you is stressed, overwhelmed, sleep-deprived father who doesn’t really want any nanny at all but is forced into this situation. It’s going to be impossible for you to trust any of the seven woman from earlier or me off the bat, Jensen. You should be thinking of who will you come to trust. Who can you count on.”

“This is why my wife should have been the one doing this,” he said, smiling to himself as he drunk down most of the hot liquid.

“We could always re-schedule for when she’s available.”

“Oh, we’d have to wait a very long time for that,” he chuckled. He sat the mug down and glanced down briefly, smiling as he looked up. “She passed away unexpectedly six months ago. Car accident.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you said. He nodded and made a face like he wanted to make a comment. “My mom died kinda unexpectedly. I know it’s...harder.”

“You’re young. How old?”

“Turned thirty today,” you said. He laughed and you heard the life behind it, Jensen shaking his head.

“Well Happy Birthday. I meant with your mother though. If that’s okay with you I mean.”

“It’s fine. I was sixteen,” you said. 

“That...fucking sucks doesn’t it?”

“So does losing your wife,” you said. 

“Yes it does. I’ve grieved. We all have. The kids are small. They’ll be okay.”

“Is dad okay?” you asked.

“Yes. Ready to start moving on with life again,” he said with a soft smile. “You’re kind. Not in a I’m trying to get this job kind of way. Just kind.”

“Well being cruel doesn’t sound like very much fun,” you said.

“You’re not trying to impress me.”

“The first rule of nannying, Jensen. You think you’re interviewing us when in reality we’re interviewing you too.”

“How am I doing so far?”

“Nice coffee choice,” you said with a smile that he nodded at. “You respect people. You’ll employ me but won’t treat me like I’m second class. You’re checking the boxes so far.”

“What if I don’t check all the boxes?”

“You don’t get to know the luxury of knowing the answer yet, Mr. Ackles,” you said. “Interview isn’t over.”

“You got fucked over by somebody, didn’t you.”

“Also perceptive,” you said. “Like I said, I don’t tolerate being treated unkindly anymore. It’s why I left my last position.”

“I have one more question,” he said. “Would you treat my children like they’re your own?”

“Again, asking the wrong question,” you said. He sat back and crossed his arms, smirking at you.

“What exactly should I be asking?”

“Will you treat my children kindly and with respect but take charge when required?”

“What’s the difference?”

“One is me doing my job and the other is me doing yours.”

“How old did you say you were again?”

“Thirty today.”

“Right. Well I think I know where I stand. Do you have anything for me?”

“Can you show me a picture of your kids?” you asked. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. “You answered my question.”

“I didn’t show you anything yet.”

“You’d be surprised how many fathers I’ve met don’t carry pictures of their children in their wallets. That one is just a me thing.”

“Your dad do that?” he asked as he tucked it away.

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug. He was polite enough to not go down that route though and this was already getting more personal than you anticipated. “I think I know where I stand as well.”

“I’d like to hire you,” he said.

“Assuming our negotiations go well, I accept,” you said. He held out his hand over the table and you shook it.

“I did come up with what I thought was fair for salary and benefits. Let me go grab the paperwork and hopefully settle on something,” he said. He excused himself and you looked around the house, already trying to familiarize yourself with things. He was more relaxed when he returned with some papers and a notebook, handing you a few sheets. “If I’m missing anything let me know. I-”

“This is my weekly rate?” you asked when you saw the number at the top of the page.

“Oh no. That’s your daily,” he said as he took a seat. “So I think that’s-”

“Jensen,” you said, pushing the paper back. “I have to ask, things like insurance, are those coming out of your pocket or mine?”

“I’ll cover the expenses of your health, dental, all of that. You just choose and I’ll subsize it as part of your paycheck,” he said. 

“This is for a live in position. Um...can you just...explain what makes up that daily rate number?” you asked.

“It’s simply your base pay. Obviously I pay for housing, utilities, gas obviously. I will get you a credit card to make purchases with for the kids and all of that so it’s simple to keep track of. You’re free to any of the food in the kitchen. I’m guessing the salary is the sticking point here.”

“Jensen,” you said as you scratched your head. 

“I can go up fifty more dollars a day.”

“Jensen. This is way, way too much money. Way too much,” you said. “The average rate around here is about twenty five an hour or two hundred a day. Jensen this is double that. Are you factoring in like time and a half for additional nights and weekends?”

“No. That’d be on top of that. I thought that was a fair value based on the fact you are going to be taking care of the most valuable things in my life. It’s gonna get taxed too so it’s not like you see all of it.”

“You’re sweet, Jensen,” you said, writing down a number at the top of the page. “The average in Austin is twenty five an hour. I would be very happy with that.”

“You have to literally be the first person in existence to negotiate their salary down from the offer,” he said.

“Are you rejecting my offer?” you asked. He took the paper and crossed your number out, jotting down his own and spinning it back. “Jensen.”

“Y/N,” he said, crossing his arms. “I came down. Now it’s your turn. Do you accept?”

You knew thirty five was still way overpriced for the job, especially considering everything else he was paying for.

“I will accept on the condition that you get four hours of what we’d call evening or weekend at the normal rate ever week.”

“I can agree to that,” he said with a smile, writing that down. “So medical plan. Single, plus one, family?”

“Single for all that,” you said. 

“I should mention that there is an in-law suite off to the other side of the garage where you’ll be staying. It’s just down the hall but it has its own small living area and kitchenette. There is a separate entrance to it. If you have guests over I just ask you keep them to your area of the house,” he said.

“Absolutely. I don’t tend to bring people over much anyways while I’m on the job,” you said. He let you read over the rest of the benefits, a good amount of sick and vacation time too. Technically you were free evenings and weekends but he could ask you to work longer if he needed you and you were available. Overall everything seemed in order. “Alright. Everything looks good to me.”

“Awesome. Are you available to start Monday?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said. “It gives me plenty of time to move in things tomorrow so I can jump into the kids routine first thing Monday.”

“Perfect,” he said. “I’ll show you around. We can start with your side of the house.” You got up and followed him over to near the front door and down a long hallway, past a set of doors. There was a frosted glass one to your left just before he pushed open a wide white one.

Behind it was a living area and kitchen. Not huge, about the size of a small apartment. There was a TV and sectional, a table tucked against the wall and a kitchenette like he’d mentioned with full size appliances. 

“Like I said, I know it’s small. Please like, seriously watch TV out in the family room at night if you want or hang out wherever or the yard or pool. This is just your own space when you want to be away from us.” You hummed and he showed you a closet and then a bedroom and bathroom. It was simple but decorated nicely and looked relaxing. “If there’s something obvious I’m missing please let me know. A cleaning service does come by every two weeks on Tuesdays at around ten in the morning. They’ll do in here too. Otherwise you can keep after yourself. Cleaning stuff is in the laundry room. Oh yeah. Um, this is probably the last time I’ll like, ever come in here unless you need help moving things in since this will be your space.”

“Thanks. I don’t have too much. I do have one request before we sign all the paperwork.”

“What’s that?”

“I’d like to meet the kids if that’s alright. There’s not much point in hiring me if they hate me.”

“Fair point. We’ll get ‘em over here and then get you all squared away.”

Monday Morning

“Good morning,” you said, a cup of coffee in your hand already as Jensen yawned. 

“Morning,” he mumbled. His hair was a mess and he was in only a pair of boxer briefs before he paused and looked down. “I should probably put on some clothes.”

“This is your house. Wear whatever you normally would. Pretend I’m invisible,” you said as you poured a cup of coffee into a mug for him.

“Sounds like you worked for some real assholes,” he said, graciously taking the cup. “As long as it doesn’t bother you, me walking around in my undies.”

“No, not at all,” you said with a smile. “Would you like me to drop the kids off at school and daycare this morning?”

“Sure,” he said. “Car keys are on the table by the garage.”

“Okay great. I’m used to driving that kind of SUV,” you said. You snuck a look at your schedule you’d printed out again, knowing the twins would get need to get picked up around noon. You started to work on their lunches and snacks for the day while he took out the carton of eggs from the fridge. He cracked one into a pan and turned the heat on, yawning again as he got out some bread and threw it on a plate. “Would you like me to make lunch for you as well?”

“No thank you. I’m getting lunch with my manager today. You don’t have to make me coffee in the morning either, Y/N. Your job is to take care of the kids, not me,” he said.

“A cup of coffee is not difficult, Jensen. My job is to help you so if I can make dad’s life a smidge easier it’ll make theirs better too,” you said with a smile.

“You’re not like, a morning person are you,” he chuckled. “I don’t do peppy in the morning.”

“Oh no. I’m always a little nervous when I start a new job. I’ll get a rhythm down soon,” you said.

“So what do you normally do once the kids are dropped off?” he asked as he got out a spatula.

“On a weekday I’ll review their schedule, see if anything different is going on. An average day like today I will clean their rooms, their bathroom, do some laundry while they’re at school, maybe some shopping. I’ll pick up the twins, bring them home for lunch, a little playtime, a nap. We’ll have some quiet time and maybe a craft or coloring before we get JJ from school. Then I’ll give them all a snack, we can get outside and play to get some energy out. I’ll help JJ with any schoolwork she has while the twins play and then I will start on dinner about the time you’ll be getting home. Since you have no plans currently tonight I’ll leave you guys be at that point until tomorrow unless you ask me for help.”

“So when do you take a break?” he asked.

“Naptime. I’ll have lunch with the twins. Don’t worry about me Jensen. That’s my normal plan but if you would like me to run some errands in the morning I can,” you said.

“No, no. Just…” he trailed off. “I still want to make them breakfast and dinner and play with them too is all.”

“We’ll figure out the right mix of things,” you said. “You just gotta tell me is all, okay? It can vary day to day too,”

“Yeah,” he said, taking his fried egg out of the pan and placing it on one piece of bread. He made a sandwich and took a big bite, looking out the back window. “I never asked. How was your birthday?”

“Hm?” you hummed, dropping some carrots into a reusable bag.

“On Saturday you said it was your 30th. You do anything fun that night?” he asked with a soft smile.

“I got a new job. That was the highlight of my day,” you said, Jensen cocking his head. “I ordered pizza, binged netflix. My normal Saturday routine.”

“I know everybody jokes about 30 but it’s really just jokes. Wait until you’re 42,” he chuckled. “Then you really feel old.”

“Most 42 year olds would kill to look like you,” you said. You shut your eyes and shook your head. “I’m so sorry. That was so inappropriate.”

“It’s alright. I took it as a compliment,” he said, smiling again. “So you did nothing for your birthday, huh?”

“Uh, no,” you said, mixing in some grapes into each of the snack bags.

“I’m gonna get you a birthday cake,” he said.

“Mr. Ackles-”

“I thought I said it’s Jensen. I’m the boss so what I say goes. We’re gonna have a birthday cake for you tonight. So. What’s your favorite flavor?”

“Whatever you want is perfectly fine.”

“Y/N.”

“...I like red velvet,” you said. He smiled and chuckled. 

“That was my wife’s favorite,” he said. “Haven’t had that since her birthday. She would have liked you.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You’re quite kind to me. She was always protective of me, even if she was the scaredy cat most of the time.”

“Can I ask how…” you said as he took another bite.

“Accident. Tractor trailer versus her car. He tried to miss her but it was too late. I wanted to hate the guy too but it was an accident and I couldn’t blame him for that.”

“My father died in a car crash when I was six. It does get better with time,” you said.

“That’s why you didn’t know if he had a picture of you in his wallet or not,” he said as you nodded. “You’re too young to have that much tragedy in life.”

“So are you.”

“I’m not young anymore.”

“You’re young and overly generous,” you said with a smile. 

“Misery loves company,” he said as you both heard a few feet above you running around. “Munchkins are up.”

“You want to make breakfast or should I?” you asked.

“Give me five minutes to get them in some clean clothes. Then I can show you how they like their eggs.”

“Sounds like a plan, Jensen.”

Later That Evening

“Y/N?” said Jensen, knocking on the door to your room. You got up from the couch and answered it, Jensen standing there with a smile. “The kids and I were wondering if you’d like your birthday cake for dessert.”

“You actually got me a cake?”

“I did indeed,” he said. You followed him down the hall and back into the living space, Arrow running up to you.

“Y/N! Are you sleeping over?” she asked as she gave you a hug.

“I live just down the hall now, cutie,” you said.

“Daddy, can we have ice cream too?” asked Zeppelin as he climbed up into his chair at the table.

“Sure thing bud. Girls, would you like some too?” he asked. Both the little ones said yes as he looked back at you.

“I really shouldn’t,” you said.

“We eat ice cream in this house,” he said.

“You don’t have to twist my arm over it,” you said. He got out the container and set it down on the table by the cake, lighting the match on the candle on top. “Oh please don’t-”

He started to sing though and the kids joined in, Jensen having a really good voice actually. You blew out the candle when they were through and he dished up some dessert for everyone.

“Y/N, can you read me a bedtime story later?” asked Zeppelin and you glanced at his father, Jensen making a face.

“Well Y/N’s not at work right now so she doesn’t have to unless she wants to,” said Jensen. “We’re already cutting into her-”

“I would love to, Zepp,” you said, his little face lighting up. “Maybe you guys want to join us?”

“JJ’s a little big to get read to at night I’ve been told,” said Jensen.

“Am not,” she said. “I can get a story too, right?”

“Of course,” you said. You took a bite of the cake and hummed. “This is really good.”

“I bought it myself,” said Jensen. 

“Well you have good taste,” you said. “In fact, I’m gonna have another slice.”

“Good,” he said as Zeppelin grabbed the ice cream container. “Alright, alright. You can have a bit more, bud.”

“Night, JJ,” you said, getting a hug from her as you put her back to bed an hour later. JJ smiled from her bed and you flicked off the light, pulling the door shut after you turned on her night light.

“Thanks for giving up your night with them. I didn’t mean to have that happen,” said Jensen as you headed downstairs with him.

“It’s no problem. It’s good bonding for us,” you said. You helped him pick up the plates at the table and wash them off, Jensen grabbing a bottle of whiskey from a tall cabinet as you covered up what was left of the cake. 

“Drink?” he asked.

“A small one,” you said. He poured a single into a whiskey glass and slid it over to you, smirking when you took a sip. “Oh that’s smooth.”

“Very,” he said, drinking from his own glass. “Thank you for tonight. JJ’s been…”

“She’s the oldest. She’s gonna have a harder time with it.”

“You were about her age when your dad died you said?”

“She’ll be okay. She’ll miss her but it won’t be a deep pain. She’ll have nice memories of her mom. She’s doing pretty good, trust me.”

“Can I ask another personal question?”

“I’m off the clock. Shoot,” you said.

“Your mom ever...try again with someone else?”

“Yes. Years later she found a good guy. He actually is who I stayed with after she passed. He’s married now, has some kids of his own but I know if I call him up he’d drop everything for me.”

“Good. I was getting afraid you were a complete Shakespeare tragedy,” he chuckled.

“Nah. I’m not at that level of crazy in my life,” you said. “As long as we’re off the clock, can I ask if you’re asking because you’re thinking of getting back out there?”

“I am. My wife kind of insisted on it. When we first got serious we had this deal that we’d go try again if something happened. I mean, I don’t cry everytime I think about her now. I can smile and be happy and that ache doesn’t try to swallow me up everyday anymore. I think it’s time I could get back out there.”

“I’d say it is. The kids are ready. They’ll understand.”

“You think your mom loved the second guy as much as your dad?”

“For sure. She was a bit of a free spirit but she didn’t think you had to have just one soulmate. She told me that after she’d met Ray. She said she got two so maybe I had two out there. I haven’t found either one of them yet so I’ll take increasing my odds as best I can.”

“Well you’re not gonna meet your soulmate sitting at home on Saturday nights, Y/N.”

“Just a lot of douchey guys,” you said.

“Ah. You need to meet a better kind of guy is all,” he said.

“Yeah see I’m thirty. All the good guys are married by now.”

“Oh all of them are taken. I didn’t realize that,” he said with a chuckle. “What am I then? Another douchebag?”

“You don’t count. You’re…”

“Too old for you?” he chuckled.

“My boss. Plus you’re like famous. You can go get like a victoria secret model or something.”

“Looks ain’t everything.”

“Maybe I ought to try older guys now that you say that,” you said.

“Y/N, you gotta be careful with that. I don’t want to see you get taken advantage of.”

“And this is why I watch netflix on Saturday nights,” you said.

“You serious about the older guy crack?” he asked. 

“I do find them more...attractive sometimes. I guess it depends on how old. Why?”

“I got a friend my age, might be interested?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you said. “No offense to your friend but...I mean if he’s 42...I want kids and stuff you know? Although a dude it doesn’t really matter how old...I don’t know.”

“It was just a thought,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll think about it,” you said. “He’s not a weirdo, right.”

“No. He’s an actor. Something to think about,” he said.

“I will,” you said. “Thank you for the birthday cake, Jensen. You’re a good person.”

“I bought a cake.”

“Yeah but I haven’t really had one of those in years. You’re a good person.”

“You’re very welcome,” he said as you slid off your seat. “You’re free to hang out if you like.”

“I’m kinda tired. I won’t be getting up that early from now on I don’t think.”

“I completely understand,” he said. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Jensen.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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Those Four Words Pt. 1

Summary: an escalating fight between Jason and his girlfriend leads to a tense two weeks in Wayne Manor

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex and excessive drinking, mentions of character death

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Jason Todd was in a terrible mood, having just got into an argument with Bruce. He decided to go up to his girlfriend’s studio to get away. She had been hard at work the past couple of days and he was getting needy. He came up behind her on the floor and pulled her into his lap. She tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Jay, I'm trying to do something right now.

He tried to snuggle closer to his girlfriend, “I deserve some of your time too.

“Deserve? You’re especially demanding today. What did you do?” Jason scoffed and pulled away. “What has crawled up your ass?”

“You did.”

She managed to escape and turned to look at her boyfriend, “I did? Huh, I think I would’ve remembered such a disgusting journey into your body.

“Dammit, Y/N! Enough with the sarcasm! You know what I’m saying.”

She sighed at Jason’s attitude, “I don’t understand what you’re doing right now, but you are starting a fight just for the sake of an argument. I’m sorry, but I can’t give you what you want right now.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” Jason was standing over his girlfriend, his whole body tense, “From any of you.”

“Why are you being like this? What happened?”

“What? You thought the minute we started dating all of our problems would magically disappear? Are you really that naive?”

Y/N put her brushes down and stood. She tried to walk closer, but he matched each step, moving away from her. “Jason, where the hell is this coming from? I thought we had got past this. Even you and Bruce are in a better place.”

“You think I'll ever forget you abandoned me. You all did!”

“Abandon you! What have you been smoking? We thought you died!”

“You replaced me!”

Now, Y/N was angry too and it was rare that anyone saw her this way. She was deadly calm, but the fire was roaring in her eyes, “I did not replace you.”

“That’s right, you were too busy whoring yourself around Gotham to even think about me.”

“That is not fair and you know it. I mourned you. We all mourned your arrogant ass. I never stopped missing you.”

“I saw the articles, Y/N! Don’t pretend you were mourning me. You were too busy whoring yourself around Gotham.”

Her mind went back to three years ago. Jason had died in an explosion set up by the Joker. She was sixteen and her best friend had died, and she hadn’t handled it well. What started as a way to get out of the house with friends, had led to this wild, secret life. Y/N had snuck out at night and used Bruce’s name to get into clubs. She drank anything she could get her hands on and had gone home with multiple men, trying to forget her pain. Once, Bruce had found out, her world had imploded. He sent her away and finally got her the help she should have received when her parents had passed. The only reason Y/N had moved back to the manor was that Jason had been found. She couldn’t believe that he was trying to use her moments of weakness against her, “How dare you throw that back on me. I was just trying to numb the pain. It wasn’t like I was celebrating the fact that you were gone.”

“Yeah, it really looked like you missed me.”

“God Dammit, Jay!” she stamped her foot, knowing it was childish, “If you would just listen to me!”

“Oh fuck off, Y/N! If I had known I was ever going to be stuck with you and your nagging, I wouldn’t have come back.”

“I wish you hadn’t!” The minute the words left Y/N’s mouth, she gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth. Jason’s emotionless mask slammed into place, and suddenly he was as blank as the day Bruce had found him. He turned to walk out and Y/N chased after him, “Jay, wait! I’m sorry!” He jumped onto his motorcycle and was out the door before she could stop him. She slammed her fist into the wall and cursed in frustration and pain. No one would see either of them for the rest of the day. Y/N stayed in her studio, wondering how they got to the point of shouting such hurtful things at each other.

The next day, they had both shown up for Friday night dinner, as was expected of them. Neither spoke, and the tension was too thick to be cut with a knife. Y/N had tried to pull him aside and apologize after dinner, but he had shot her with a cutting glare and stalked away. The other could tell that something had happened, but no one had the details. Tim wandered into the library after patrol that night, to find her in a chair tucked into the corner. “What are you doing here (Y/N/N)? Isn’t it a movie night with Todd?” He noted the tear tracks down her face but knew she hated showing weakness, so he said nothing about them.

“I wasn’t feeling up to it, so I canceled. I think I’ll head to bed now. Night, Timmy.” Y/N went to her room and cried herself to sleep, the guilt overwhelming her as she played the argument over in her head. If only she had just taken a break, maybe the whole situation could have been avoided. She woke up multiple times in the night, crying out Jason’s name after seeing him and the Joker over and over again. Finally, around 3 in the morning, she gave up on sleep and went to the kitchen to pour herself coffee. She decided to keep busy and started making breakfast for the family.

Alfred was the first to appear in the morning, as usual. Y/N tried to pretend that everything was normal, but nothing could be hidden from the family’s butler. He noted the dark circles under her eyes and the tremors in her hands from over-caffeination. The boys slowly started to emerge, and Alfred started to bring out all the food she had made. She made two plates out of habit and headed for the dining room. Y/N started to hand Jason his breakfast as she had every morning for a year, but suddenly she remembered and pulled her hand away. Jason didn’t even bother to look at her, and her heart clenched. She placed the plate on the table and walked back into the kitchen. “Sorry, Alfred, I’m not hungry. I think I’ll go paint.” She placed the plate she had made for herself on the counter and left.

Y/N’s studio had been a safe space since she had first moved into the manor. She had hidden away when she first arrived at Wayne Manor, unused to such an active family. Bruce had called workers to the manor and redid the room when she had told him she liked art. Now, after years of work, canvasses filled the room on all sides. Some paintings, others photos, she had accumulated in the three years. They hung on the walls and were laid across the floor. She flooded the room with Swan Lake, her sad music, and started to mix her colors. The music she played had become an easy way for the others to discern her moods since she hadn’t spoken to anyone except Fallon, Bruce’s wife, when she first came. Bruce and Dick had installed a speaker system in her studio to drown out the noise when she was overwhelmed, and everyone in the Manor could hear it if she turned it on loud enough. When the first notes hit their ears, all eyes in the dining room turned to Jason. He refused to look up and make eye contact, instead, he stared at the breakfast that had been abandoned on the table. Once everyone had averted their gaze, he pushed away from the table and disappeared.

This led to one of the most uncomfortable weeks in the Manor ever. Y/N barely left her studio and no one saw Jason for three days before he returned. When he did, he started to act as if nothing had happened. The music had eventually stopped playing altogether, so they had no idea what kind of mood she was in. Finally, Damian was the one to gather everyone else together, “Y/N/N has not come out of her studio in a week. Since Buckethead has just decided to pretend nothing has happened. We need to fix this.”

Bruce spoke up first, “Jason and Y/N are both adults. They are both being immature, and it will eventually work itself out.

“How can we fix this when we don’t even know what happened?” Tim looked up from his laptop, “I’ve been checking in on Y/N on the cameras. All she does is paint, and the most she’s slept in days is when she falls asleep accidentally. That never lasts long, and she cries. A lot.”

“Why did Fallon have to leave! We need to fix this, or the family vacation is going to be the worst!” Dick collapsed on the couch. Fallon had finally convinced Bruce that the family needed a vacation, but two weeks before they were supposed to leave, her sister had had a baby. She decided to go help her out and just meet them at the resort. They now had a week left, and it was not looking good. No one wanted to bother their mother since she very rarely took time for herself and was enjoying time with her family. They decided Alfred would be the one to try and convince Y/N to leave the studio at least and eat something.

He appeared in the doorway and watched silently as Y/N worked on a large canvas. He walked over and saw that it was a portrait of the family. “This is beautiful, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” her voice was hoarse from disuse.

“What is the plan for this one?” Alfred sat down next to her on the floor.

“Everyone hates photos, but Fallon wanted a family portrait for the sitting room. Since no one can sit still long enough I decided to paint one and give it to her for her birthday,” she slowly sucked in a breath, “Plus they only have the old one, and J--some people-- are missing from it.” Tears started to well up again in her eyes. Alfred wrapped an arm around Y/N and just sat with her for a moment.

“I’ve kicked the boys out of the kitchen. Do you think you could come down and eat something? For me?” She only nodded and they both stood. Y/N sat on a stool and silently ate the soup Alfred had laid out for her. She barely tasted anything, and she was starting to feel dizzy. Her vision started to blur, and the next thing she knew, she was waking up on the floor and had five heads floating above her.

“Hi, guys. Thought the floor looked lonely.” She tried to sit up but was cut off.

“That is it,” Bruce spoke firmly, “You are going to bed, and you are sleeping. I thought you were mature enough to deal with this but I see I was wrong.” He picked Y/N up and noticed she had lost weight. He carried her up the stairs and before he had reached her bedroom, she was already asleep again. Bruce turned to the boys. “At least one of you is staying in here with her and making sure she sleeps.”

Tim volunteered for the first shift and settled into her desk with his laptop. Y/N had barely been asleep an hour before she woke up from a nightmare of Jason dying. She shot up and shouted out his name, before bursting into tears. Tim -- being the awkward person he is -- was ill-prepared to deal with the crying Y/N. The only solution he could think of was to climb into bed with her and pull up a movie. She slowly fell asleep again and clung to Tim like a starfish. When Dick came to relieve Tim and saw that he was unable to leave, he climbed into bed with the duo. Anytime Y/N would start to become distressed, they would calm her down. Eventually, Damian and Titus joined the cuddle pile, the former somewhat reluctantly, grumbling about how he was only doing this for Y/N. Little did the Bat-Family know, Alfred had called Fallon and told her about the situation and she had rushed home.