#if that was the case it would charge you a fucking fee dumbass

[oetscop]

so like half an hour before we closed tonight. a dude like was trying to buy a gift card at the self checkout but was having trouble paying. so they sent him to my register. turns out he was trying to pay with apple pay and we literally do not have tap. so while trying ti set up walmart pay with him and the team lead ignoring me on the walkie. we were there for a While

anyway dude tried to tell me him and his gf have used apple pay on the self checkout before. which is straight up not true. and also why would i fucking lie about that?? what motivation would i have to have to say we dont have tap when we do. people are insane

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 2/?

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend’s name)

Warnings: Swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

Welcome Back! I have, once again, written more of Jason Todd because he’s a fucking teddy bear and I love him.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N and Jason both returned from that date feeling all giddy about each other, but trying their dammed-est to not let their hopes get too high about the other. However, that was extremely, extremely hard for Jason to do with family like Dick in his life. It’s like coming home to a hopeless romantic of a shipper as a nosey bitch. Lovingly, of course. No one’s like Dick.

“So, Y/N?” Dick asked Jason immediately as he entered the Manor.

“Yeah, what about her?”

“So, many questions: Was that a date? If no, will there be a date? Is there going to be a second date? Do you like her? Do you think we’ll like her? Does she know you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?” Dick rambled at his little brother.

“Okay hold on god damn, yes it was a date, yes there will be a second, yeah I think she’s cool and I like her, slow your roll Circus Boy, I don’t know when she’ll meet you lot, I don’t think she knows who I am, she’s from Metropolis, so I don’t think she knows the Waynes well.” Jason answered Dick with confidence.

“So you like her!” Steph mocked as she entered the hallway, probably heard her brothers talking about Y/N, so she wanted in on it. Somehow she had evaded Jason’s gaze though, so she startled him immensely.

“Jeez, how many of you will scare me today? And yeah, dumbass, I like her. But I’m doing this magical thing called ‘Not getting my god damn hopes up about her since it’s only the first date’ you hopeless romantic fucks.” Jason barked at them.

“Yeah, but you love us.” Dick said.

“That might be true, but your meddling is only going to cause chaos, Dick and Steph.”

“What about my meddling, Jay?” Bruce asked. Once again, he had heard the talking about Jason’s new crush and decided he’d parent the boy on his girl. Jason jumped out of his skin, because, he had once again, not seen Bruce enter the hallway despite his best efforts to not get startled again.

“You, are going to give me a heart attack.”

“Looks like this girl let your guard down.”

“Can we just go on patrol and stop badgering me?” Jason muttered under his breath.

“Nope!” Barbara exclaimed. Clearly, there’s a pattern with Waynes escaping Jason’s attempts to not get startled today, “We’re still going to badger you, Jay,” Barbara finished.

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When Y/N made her way back to A/N, she couldn’t help but turn her radio as loud as she could and try to take the longer journey back home. Pieces of quiet and tranquility always surprised and drew her in. Like a good book on a Sunday morning before the rest of the bustling city of Gotham or Metropolis awoke itself. If New York never sleeps, she thought, then what the hell do Gotham and Metropolis call themselves. She laughed.

There were a few good things about Gotham, like the people you’d meet on the street at 4am were some of the weirdest but kindest people you’d ever know. It’s like the city radiated off of the energy of the people in it, and in spite of the villains constantly hitting the city with their worst, somehow everyone never let it get to them. It was admirable. Metropolis was the same in that avenue, but it didn’t feel like the cold Gotham streets.

Y/N thought Jason was one of the kinder people she had met in her travels and classes. And she never thought that she’d meet someone she liked this much in her criminal psychology class of all places, but hey, the universe had different pen strokes for her.

She went and parked her car in the driveway of the rental house she and A/N shared. Only the two of them shared it, but if either of them lost their jobs, they’d be looking for another roommate immediately. Pulling out her bag which was full of notes written by Jason, the original notes written by her, and binders upon binders of criminal cases she was looking into at the time, she would get out of her car and begin walking to her door.

Of course, like most people, she would kick off her heels the minute she walked through the doors of the house, to which, A/N paused her music and went to go question Y/N about Jason.

“So, you know how this works, babes, lay it on me, how’s hottie? Is he kind?” A/N pondered.

“He’s so kind, he paid the printing fees for my notes and rewrote all of them, I guess it’s a system for us now. I write the notes in class while he tries to take it all in, we meet up, and he rewrites them all and pays the printing fee.”

“He paid the fee?! At that college?” A/N said, completely shocked.

“Is that shocking?”

“Well, the printing fees are so fucking expensive, hun. Mans must have daddy’s money to do that.”

“Really? Well regardless money doesn’t matter, he’s kind and I can make a name for myself if I graduate at the top of my class.” She said, fully believing this. Smart woman. She knew she could do it.

“I believe in you, do you have homework tonight? I can make dinner for you so you can study.” A/N offered.

“Nah, I’m just going to go file my notes and shower, I’ll come join you and help after.”

“Well, don’t drown.” A/N joked.

“Do you know how much effort that would take?” She laughed as she walked towards her room, once she got there she pulled out her papers and began the slow filing process of them into her desk.

About 2 minutes into this, she got a text:

Hey stranger.

If someone had a heart monitor hooked up to her, they could have bet their last penny on her heart skipping a beat. 

Hey Jason. She sent back.

I had a fun time today with you, do you want to do the same thing tomorrow, I could use your fast writing skills to get by in classes. And I just like talking to you. What do you say?

She thought. Maybe something legit is here, hopefully I’m not just used for notes. She worried about that, since she was just a tad insecure about him. He was pretty. She knew she was a looker, sure. But he was something more.

I would love to go on another budget date with you.

Budget? Actually yeah, I guess it is budget lol. Maybe next time I’ll actually take you out to lunch like I said I would.

I, honestly, completely forgot you said you’d take me to lunch, I was just having fun as we were talking.

Me too. You’re a hoot.

A hoot? That’s a book nerd statement if I’ve ever heard one. She joked. She didn’t actually know if he was a book nerd at this time, but they had been joking the entire time when she was filing her notes. She was no where near done filing her notes, Jason was a distraction from that, it wasn’t that important, she would end up finishing it later. She just liked some semblance of organization so she didn’t have to put it off.

I’ll have you know I’ve probably read more books than you.

Well book nerds are cute.

Eventually the messages from Jason and Y/N started slowing, Y/N assumed he was tired or working so she took her chance to file her notes and start running her shower.

Sorry Y/N, this has been fun but I’m going to get really sparse with replies, I got work to do.

That’s fine! Where do you work, by the way?

And she got into the shower. Halfway through her shower her phone pinged, she assumed Jason was texting back, so when she finished her shower, before she even got her towel on, she decided to answer him:

I work at Wayne Enterprises with my dad. It’s quite fun.  He had said.

Oh! I’ve heard the owner of Wayne Enterprises is a lovely man, have you met him? She asked him back.

And within an instant, he answered.

He’s my dad, so yeah.

You’re the Jason Todd? Heir to the Wayne Manor and Wayne Enterprises? She started thinking back on what A/N had said. Yep, she thought, Daddy’s money indeed. She started to slip into her pajamas, which were literally a mess and not put together, because this is the real world, not every girl has matching sets, when he answered:

I hope that doesn’t change much, Y/N.

Explains the camera I saw but didn’t mention, and that’s about it.

You saw the cameras? Damn it. I tried to shield you, they may have pictured us together, sorry.

Worth it for a lovely date. I’ve seen worse, my mum works with Clark Kent, who I guess you probably know since he’s Bruce’s best friend, and the paparazzi loves to take Clark’s picture.

Oh yeah, Uncle Clark. Yeah, the pap love him. You get used to it. I guess you somewhat know my family lol.

Nah, that’s about all I know. Wasn’t really interested in drama about you lot because it’s just not my business. Probably not a shared ideal with the general public.

She finished getting dressed and went to go cook with A/N, and share the news.

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“Girl! You were right about daddy’s money oh my god,” Y/N said when she entered the kitchen.

“Go on,” A/N urged.

“You know Jason Todd? Guess what. That’s hottie from Crim Psych 101.”

“Are you serious? That’s insane. You’re probably plastered across the internet right now for that date,” A/N laughed, “are you scared to date a famous man?” She asked.

“No, he’s really sweet and if this gets serious, I can just block out the flashes.”

The two of them laughed and started cooking. A/N was Latina, so, of course, she was in charge to cook most nights. But Y/N made killer desserts and pizza. Tonight was fajitas, so Y/N kind of sat bat and let A/N do her thing. Trying to know more so one day A/N wouldn’t have to do all the work, Y/N went onto the internet and the first thing she saw?

Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire, Jason Todd, out on a DATE with a Mystery Girl?

Like clockwork, Jason answered:

I guess I have a lot to teach you, and I hope you haven’t been on the internet recently.

I have. Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire. She texted back.

Fuck those damn tabloids. He said, she couldn’t help but agree, the paparazzi seem like they’re very invested in stories that aren’t theirs to tell.

Can’t agree with you more. We should put on a show for them tomorrow, actually give them something to write about.

I like your thinking.

You’ve opened up a lot today.

Is it your turn now?

What do you want to know? You asked him before turning to A/N.

“Tabloids talk too much,” you sneered at her.

“Cat should get their tongue and choke on it,” she finished, “did you at least look cute in their pics?” she asked.

“Somehow. Wasn’t even posing,” Y/N finished.

“Well, food’s done, are you still hungry?”

“Always.”

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Jason turned to his brother, Dick, Nightwing, and said, 

“She knows now.”

“That you’re rich?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess I have to be more wary of her now,” he sighed, “I hope she’s not in it for the Wayne fortune.”

“Doubt she is if she agreed the tabloids can suck it, Red Hood.”

“I pray you’re right.”

He then drew his guns and fired at the ground underneath their laest venture into crime-fighting. This was gonna be one hell of a ride Y/N embarked on, not even knowing what she was getting into.

[redwine-house]

Golden Years Ch.8 (Negan x Reader)

It’s Too Late to be Grateful

(Ao3) (Wattdpad)

(Masterlist)

Words: 1,960

For the first time you witness Negan’s brutality and things take a dark turn.

The Sanctuary was buzzing with nervous conversation. You watched as men and women shifted from foot to foot and spoke in whispers. Children looked up at their parents, anxious and scared as they waited for something that you didn’t understand.

You stood in the main hall in the Sanctuary, surrounded by hundreds of Saviors. Every inch of the room was stuffed with people, all the way up to the rafters. You swallowed, unable to shake the feeling of hundreds of eyes gazing at you.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” Negan assured, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “They’ll forget all about you in a minute, Old Aaron here is our star!” Aaron sat, tied to a chair. He was trembling like a leaf and his chest was heaving as his eyes stared blankly into the roaring fireplace.

Negan let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Ya’ll know this really breaks my heart, don’t you?” he asked the crowd, his eyes sweeping across the room. “Why do you keep breaking my heart?” He looked to Aaron. “Aaron thought it was okay to stick his nose somewhere it didn’t belong. He invaded my privacy and that is seriously fucked up!” Negan smiled. “But I’m a reasonable man. I was actually gonna kill him! But this little lady convinced me otherwise.” Negan briefly rested his cheek on the top of your head. “See, her privacy was invaded as well. We’re running a new operation, and it really pisses me off that this is the way I have to announce it!”

A flicker of movement made you turn. Dwight had knelt down in front of the fireplace. The light lit up his face as he took something from the flames.

As the hot embers danced, your heart began to palpitate. You could feel it ram against your chest as you stared into the roaring fire. Even though you were several paces away, you could still feel the heat billowing against your skin. Despite the high temperature, a wave of goose bumps appeared on your arm.

When Dwight turned, your stomach dropped.

He held an iron that was still burning hot from its time in the fire. You frantically looked to Aaron, who had started to cry.

Before you could save the man, Negan grabbed you by the forearm. “You’re the one who wanted this.”

You could only watch in silence as Negan wordlessly slipped his hand into a heavy glove.

“I want you to know that I hate this more than all of you,” Negan declared before pressing the iron against Aaron’s cheek.

The smell was what hit you first. As Aaron’s flesh cooked against the molten steel, the smell of fried pork wafted through the air. Next came the sound – Aaron’s skin crackled and popped like bacon grease in a frying pan. Finally, there was the screaming.

You didn’t see the strings of fatty tissue that clung to the iron when it was finally pulled away or the glistening blisters because you had buried your face in Dwight’s shoulder.

“It’s done,” Dwight assured, placing a hesitant hand on your back, but it wasn’t enough. Without another thought, you took off.

You pushed through the crowd, throwing men, women, and children out of your way with equal ferocity. Their protests fell on deaf ears as you charged up the stairs and finally reached the privacy of your own room. Slamming the door shut, you ran to the toilet and threw up.

As you crawled away from the toilet, your bathroom melted away. You were suddenly surrounded by an unfathomable heat. Above you wood burst and ripped from the high temperature, forcing you to curl into a tighter ball. But you knew you were being a coward. You had to get up. You were running out of time.

Get up.

With a gasp your eyes shot open. You were back in your bathroom, your cheek pressed flat against the cool tile. Your skin was dewy with sweat and you staggered as you got to your feet, but you didn’t give a damn.

Stumbling into your room, you grabbed your backpack. You couldn’t remember if Negan had given it back…

When you pulled out the small bag of heroin, it felt like the world had become a little brighter.

Negan threw Lucille over his shoulder as he watched you disappear up the stairs. “Well, that was weird.” The crowd had already begun to disperse, all taking care to avert their eyes. Negan looked to Dwight and sent him a cheeky grin. “So have you porked her yet?”

Dwight simply turned and began to untie Aaron. The man had somehow managed to maintain consciousness, but his eyes were blank and clouded.

“Well, looks like I have to do this all by myself!” Negan barked. “As usual.” With a hand in his pocket, he began his leisurely stroll up to your room.

It never took him long to get anywhere in the Sanctuary; his people parted like the Red Sea wherever he went. It took him half the amount of time it normally would to reach you, and he walked like a lazy bastard.

He couldn’t help but smile as he stood outside of your door. The building was filled to the brim with people who were afraid of him and who kissed his ass. You did neither. Negan was pretty sure that you actually liked him.

“Fee-fi-fo-fum! I smell the blood of a major disappointment!” Negan said deeply. He waited a moment, expecting an opened door and an exasperated, but amused huff, but he was met with silence. With a deep frown, he banged Lucille against the door. “Hey, I’m not some Mormon douchebag going door to door handing out pamphlets and a promise for an eternal right to wipe God’s ass. I expect you to answer me when I knock!” With a final, angry huff, Negan smashed Lucille’s handle down on your doorknob, breaking it clean off. When he burst through the door, he was taken aback. “Shit.”

You lay on the on the ground, slumped against the wall as your head lolled to your chest. Your skin was pale and there was a blue tint to your fingertips and lips. Each breath was a gasp as you struggled to breathe.

Negan knelt down and lifted your chin. He smacked you across the cheek. “Oh, come on! Don’t be such a pussy.” Irritated, he flung you over his shoulder and got to his feet. “If I knew you’d be such a pain in the ass, I’d never would’ve let you stay,” he grunted.

“Alright, doc. I got a big old case of dumbass over here,” Negan announced as he unceremoniously lay you on one of the infirmary’s hospital beds.

Dr. Carsen looked up from his charts. “What’s the problem?” The doctor shrank under Negan’s glare. “Obviously you don’t know. That’s why you brought her here.”

Negan chuckled. “I knew I kept you here for a reason!”

Dr. Carson was rooted to the spot, nervously laughing along with Negan as he tried not to panic.

“You’re here.”

Negan turned as you weakly tugged at his hand. He raised a quizzical brow and knelt down. “Say that again, sweetheart. I can’t hear you through all of the choking.” When you reached out and touched his cheek, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth fell into an over exaggerated pout.

“You don’t have the right eyes,” you rasped.

“You are really interesting when you’re about to die, do you know that?” Negan asked, both amused and mystified by your babble. “I mean, what the shit are you talking about?”

Dr. Carson shined a light into your eyes before he listened to your lungs. “Is she a substance abuser?”

Negan winced and made a tiny space between his thumb and pointer finger. “Little bit.”

“She has track marks all over her arm. She overdosed on heroin.” The doctor stepped back and placed a hand on his forehead. “There’s nothing I can do. Traditionally we use Naltrexone or Nalmefene when someone OD’s, but I don’t have either. The only thing I can do now is make sure she’s breathing, calm, and keep her on her side.”  

“Christ, you’re really not good for anything are you?” Negan went to stand, but you wrenched him back down.

“I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry.”

Negan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Fuck me sideways,” he muttered before snagging a chair and throwing himself in. Setting an ankle on his knee and resting Lucille on his lap, he slouched down. “How long is this going to take?”

“No overdose is the same. She could wake up in a minute or go into a coma.” Carson gently rolled you to your side and covered you with a blanket.

Negan shifted. “Really? Holy shit.” He sounded more interested than concerned.

“I’m going to see if we have more IV drips. If she throws up, just make sure her airway is clear.”

“I’m on it, Doc.” Negan winked. Soon, he was alone with his dying business partner. Suddenly, he looked very tired. Running a hand down his face, Negan sighed. He did not do well around sick people, more specifically, sick people he didn’t hate. “What happened to you, kid?” he asked quietly.

There was a sudden fresh rush of air to your lungs as you took in your first clear breath. With a start, your eyes flew open and your heart jerked.

The sudden onslaught of sensory stimulation made your stomach lurch. Scrambling, you leaned over and vomited.

“Well, I guess your airways are clear.”

With a start, you sat up and looked to your right. Although a corner of Negan’s mouth was quirked up oh so slightly, the rest of his face was set in a hard mask. He wasn’t happy and that was a death sentence.

Negan tilted his head and smiled wryly. “Where the fuck do you get off?” He crossed his arms.

“Excuse me?” You began to shiver, but your debilitated state garnered no sympathy from Negan.

“You heard me. Where, the fuck do you get off?” Negan pointed to the door behind him. “I took your dumbass in. I made you my partner. Do you know how many partners I’ve had?”

You were silent.

“Answer me!” His voice was loud, and it caused you to jump.

His voice made your head throb and you became dizzy. “None.”

“And then you came in and you screwed me over!” Negan let out an angry huff. “You’re out, and you’re quarantined.” He got to his feet and ripped the door open.

“What, so you’re putting me in timeout?”

“Oh, big time!” The door slammed behind him.

As another spout of shivers hit you, yourl buried your face in your hands. Your only ally and leader was furious with you and your business failed before it even started. Somehow you had even ruined the end of the world.

Your introspection was interrupted when Dr. Carson stepped into the room. “I could hear that all the way down the hallway.”

“He was the only one on my side. They’re going to kill me in here. I don’t know why, but everyone wants my head.” When Carson let out a short laugh, you looked up, perturbed.  “What’s so funny?”

Carson placed his stethoscope to your chest. “If he hated you, you would have gotten pretty friendly with Lucille just now. I mean, quarantine?” He snorted. “Never heard of that before. And everyone hates you because the big bad boss likes you, not to mention you didn't have to kiss his ass for months to be his friend.”

You looked at the door, as confused as ever. Never had a friendship been such a pain in the ass.

[marveldcmistress]

Something Has Changed (Johnny Storm x Reader)

(Gif not mine)

Summary: You're a lawyer defending Johnny Storm in court. He's taking quite the notice to you. Warnings: Language, smutty talk. A/N: This is really long. It just got away from me. I'm so sorry. There will be other parts. @nothingbutimagines ************************************************************************************************* You were typing at your desk, composing an email to a coworker at your law firm, when you hear your secretary's voice over the intercom. "Mrs. Richards on line one for you, miss." You pick up your phone, happy to talk to your best friend.  "Hey Sue! How's the baby?" "If people keep asking me that, I'm gonna scream. Reed is constantly thinking something is wrong, Johnny thinks I'm helpless. It's driving me insane. I'm just ready for her to be here, and I've got five more months to go." she laughs. You smile too. "Her? It's a girl?" "We still don't know. I'm just hoping it's a girl. Reed wants a little princess too." "Well, let's hope you guys get what you want. You really do deserve it. So, is there a reason I called? Not that I don't love talking to you, you just never call me at the firm." You tell her. "Actually, yes. I need your help. Johnny got arrested the other night, and I need you to defend him in court." "Damn it, Johnny. What did he do?" "Property damage, public endangerment, arson, reckless behavior, and a few other things. His bail was high, and Reed is pissed." "That is a very long list of charges. How high was the bail?" you say, completely unsurprised. This sounded just like Johnny Storm. "$250,000." "Jesus. Alright. I'll stop by the police station tonight to pick up his files, then head your way to get Johnny's testimony, and think up of a way to plead his case." you tell her. "You got this. I believe in you. You're not just some small, southern town lawyer that inherited a law firm from her uncle. You're the best lawyer in New York." "Sue, stop. I'm not that great. I'll see you later." you say. You put the phone up, finishing your email. You met Johnny Storm a few years after meeting Sue, when you had went with her on vacation during spring break in college. He had automatically started flirting with you, being the natural flirt he was. Back then, you were a bigger girl, so it really confused you when he did start flirting with you. Sue told you that he flirts with everyone, and it made more sense. But of course, you had fallen for the playboy. You figured it was just a crush, but after awhile it didn't go away. After getting off work, you stopped by your favorite pizza place and grab two large pizzas. It was on the way to the Baxter Building anyway. When you got to the building, you were greeted by the same door man as always. "Ms. L/N, always a pleasure to see you. Did you bring me dinner?" he asks. "I just might save you a slice. If Johnny doesn't eat it all." "Ah, yes. Mr. Storm does have quite the appetite. Hide a piece for me?" "Of course." You get on the elevator, shifting your purse so you can hold the pizza away from you, almost burning your hands from holding it for so long. Why did they have to live on the top floor? It takes so long to get up there, you can almost swear the pizza smell has been permanently implanted into your clothes. When you finally get up there, you can barely get out of elevator before Sue is tackling you in a hug. "Yay! You're here! And you brought food. Thank god. I am starving. Put that on the table and I'll go get Johnny." Sue started walking away, but stopped short and walked to the bathroom, promptly throwing up. You ran to her side, pulling her hair back and rubbing her back. "Sorry. Sometimes it hits me at the most random times, without any warning." "It's okay. That's pregnancy for you," you said comfortingly. "Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" you hear from behind you. You turn slightly to see the one and only Johnny Storm staring at you and his sister in concern. "It's just morning sickness. It'll pass here soon." you say. When  Sue was done, you three went back to the dining room, setting out the pizza and pulling out your briefcase. Sue handed out plates and pizza, while you pulled out the files. "Alright, I've went over the files I picked up from the police station. This is a very, very long list of charges. Arson, public endangerment, property damage, assault, and battery. I don't think there is anything that can get you out of paying for anything you broke, but let me work my magic and see if I can at least keep him out of jail." "Why are you talking to Sue? I'm the one on trial." Johnny said. "Because Sue is smart, and your tiny little brain can't absorb the law terms and technicalities. Let the big kids handle this." you tell him. You turn back to Sue, ignoring Johnny. You and Sue kept going over the case. 'She's feisty. I love it.' Johnny thought. Sue smirked, knowing that her best friend was safe from her brother's advances. Johnny had finally met his match. "Anyway, if anything, I could get him on probation or house arrest. I can convince the judge the only time he can be allowed out is for some event I know you've been hosting, or to protect people, depending on how the judge and jury react to his side of things. I wouldn't be sure for how long, that's the judges decision. But I can at least try." Sue nods. "I think he'll be okay with staying home. He doesn't like coming to my charity events anyways." You laugh at your friends humor. Johnny's head shoots up. He knew that laugh. It was the one that haunted his dreams. "Y/N?" You look up, smiling at the confusion in his voice and on his face. You turn to Sue and laugh again. Johnny just sat there, looking like he had been slapped in the face. "Yes?" you said, trying to sound innocent. Johnny's brain had now gone into overdrive. He was thinking about his sister's best friend. He was wanting to do naughty, dirty things with this woman. This woman who was the girl to turn him down years ago. This was the woman his sister hired to defend him in court, keep him out of jail. Then his heart stopped. This wasn't happening. This was a dream. He couldn't breathe. "Johnny, you okay? You've gone really pale." Sue asked. "I'm fine. Just low blood sugar. I haven't eaten today." As you guys ate, you and Sue talked about how you would plead Johnny's case. He heard a whole bunch of legal terms come out of your beautiful, seductive mouth. When you finished eating, you pulled out the files, a recorder, and your glasses. All Johnny could think about was how you've changed. "Okay. Johnny, I want you to tell me exactly what happened the night you got arrested. Remember, this is being used as evidence in court, so you must tell the truth." Your voice snapped Johnny out of his thoughts. "Uh, okay. So, I was bored, flying around the city, trying to find something to do. I was flying over the Stark tower, when I heard screaming. I immediately dropped into an alley a couple buildings away from Stark's. I saw this woman being chased by a man. I guess he was a mutant. Anyway, I told the chick to run, that I would handle it. I had no idea what he was going to do to her. Hell, it might have been some kind of foreplay. I heard girls like the adrenaline of being chased." "That's inappropriate and irrelevant to this. Continue on with what happened." "Right. So, when I stepped in, he started throwing punches. There were blue sparks of some kind of electricity. Next thing I know, I'm flying through a building. That's when I realized if I need to fight fire, use more fire." "That wasn't very smart, Johnny," Sue said. "I know, but what else was I supposed to do? Anyway, we start going at each other, going through buildings and apartments and stuff." "Hold on, the police reports don't say anything about another man and a civilian. Why didn't you tell the police about this?" you asked. "I tried. But I've had a few drinks, and they could smell it on me. I guess they chalked it up to me just having a drunken hallucination causing me to destroy things and set things on fire." "And your reputation with women doesn't help. Probably thought you thought you could get laid by being chivalrous." You retorted. Sue bust out laughing, Johnny was offended, and you remained professional. 'Shit! She knows! Of course, she does. You don't make it a secret, you dumbass.' Johnny thought to himself. "Rude." he said aloud. "Whatever, I'm not getting paid to be nice. It also prepares you for the prosecuting lawyer. I'm sure if you could find the woman you were 'protecting', and have her give her testimony, that would get off the reckless behavior, arson, and public endangerment. You'll still have to pay for property damage. Think you can afford it?" you asked, looking right at him. 'Her eyes. They have the ability to pin me to the spot, yet I could get lost in them forever.' "Of course I can. I am famous after all. And I just made a deal with Yamaha and Nike. Big contracts. I'm making millions." "Good, because that's how much you'll owe. In property damage and my fees. I'm charging by the minute the moment your sister called me. And I won't take a dime from her. The bill is going to be high. Just because you're Sue's brother and famous does NOT mean you will be treated any differently, nor put above my other clients. You'll get the bill in the mail, and I will talk over the fees tomorrow with Sue. Now, I have everything I need from you, we won't need to consult any further." You turn back to Sue to discuss what the prosecuting lawyer might use against his case. Johnny raised a brow. 'Now I know why she has such a high percentage of winning cases. Ruthless. Hot. Nope, fuck it. I gotta have her.' You and Sue finish the legal talk, and change the topic to babies and the plans for Sue's baby. Johnny notices a shift of light in your eyes from happiness to longing. You've always wanted to be a mom. He remembers hearing you saying that back in the day. You and Sue finish talking, and you start to put the files back in the folders and your briefcase. You then helped Sue put away dishes. "I'll call you about the court date. I'll also see who the prosecutors are and the judge. I know most of the judges in New York. And most love me. They'll take it easy on him. The prosecutor is more than likely the DA. I'll give you a call and have you come into my office so we can discuss everything further." "Alright. And thank you for all of this. I appreciate it. I know he can be a handful and trouble sometimes, and you didn't have to say yes. And if he ever gets to be too much, you back out at any time." "It's no problem, and you're basically my sister. I would do anything for friends." You two hug and you head for the elevator. Before the door closes, you see Johnny running at you. "Hold the elevator!" He slides in the elevator, pressing the button to take you to the lobby. You stand in awkward silence, staring at each other for a few seconds. You can tell he wants to say something, but just doesn't know what to say or how to say it. "Can I help you, Mr. Storm?" You ask. 'Keep it formal, Y/N. Keep the distance, hide the attraction.' you think to yourself. "Yeah, you can. You know, at first I didn't recognize you. You've changed so much since we first met and you rejected me. Longer hair, a make over. You've been working out too. A more fit form," as he speaks, he moves closer to you, pushing you back against the wall. "And man, one look at you bent over, that little business skirt tightening on your ass," he slaps said body part, "and just sticking out there, begging to be grabbed and squeezed and slapped. And your eyes, such fire and passion setting my powers off, making me almost smoke. Your mouth, your sharp tongue, those supple, succulent lips. When you talked and breathed, your breasts moving up and down. Your legs. Oh god. I want them around me. And your voice. The way you stay so formal, the husky, lush, raspy way you talk when quiet, yet has such a sharp little bite when you whip that tongue, berating and insulting me. It only makes me want you more." You were shocked. Johnny had never talked to you like this, even in your wildest dreams. He made your knees weak, your stomach churn, and your core burn. It had been too long since you've been with a man in this way. "And damn it all to hell, I'm going to have you before this case is over. You can count on that." Before you had a chance to respond, his lips crashed onto yours, stealing your breath from your lungs. Your knees finally gave out. Johnny held you up, wrapping one arm around your waist, the other on your ass. The elevator dinged, separating you two. Your breathing was heavy, your head was swimming, all from Johnny rocking your world this one simple kiss. "I'll see you soon," Johnny said, helping you out of the elevator, winking before the door closed. 'What have I gotten myself into?'