#uh the pulp babe

[cloudberrylane]

TM UK Series 17 Orange Task: Get the most orange juice in the vase. Only your chosen items may touch the oranges. You have 5 minutes.

TM Australia Series 1 Orange Task: Fill the glass with orange juice. You may only touch oranges with the items on the bench. Fastest wins. Your time starts now.

How to do the task:

(watch TM AU pls)

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

"He was wearing his hoodie for most of the time, I didn't know he was clean shaven even to the pits. You like em hairless?"

"Babe what the fuck? That's Daniil, Scott would be super terrified if he found you looking like that inside of our flat!"

"Uh, we know this person?"

"He beat the shit out of Scott to a pulp months ago, for staring! Dude's homophobic as fuck too! Get out from the flat and leave that body somewhere before Scott comes back!"

"Too late, the pipsqueak just walked in. Let me mess with him before I let him breed this tight muscular ass. I know he'll probably like that,"

And as his frantic messages went unread, he knows his boyfriend is probably messing up with his roommate right away. Sometimes Vince can be so childish, no matter what form he stole for the time being

----

"Grant, is that you inside the bathroom?" ask Scott as he heard some grunting and torn fabric from the bathroom. Sounds like the voice is hurting, so Scott peered inside the bathroom in case his roommate hurted himself or something. His eyes went wide as soon as the eyes of the person inside the bathroom caught his

"Found your place, dweeb," Vince said plainly and menacingly using Daniil's deeply intimidating voice, his eyes looking cold and hinting that his presence is up to no good. That will be pivotal as Scott will eventually leave this session smiling like a maniac as he find out about what's so special from his roommate's boyfriend

[rillils]

STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 2/3 (here is part 1)

picking up from where we left off:

some 65 years into the future, steve's plane is fished out of the ice, and they find him, frozen like a sexy hot-dayum popsicle, but still alive thanks to the same super serum that made him go from Smol to Lorge.

steve is thus brought back into the world, but it's a world he no longer recognizes after all these years; a world where all the people he used to know and love are long dead, and his own face has been turned into a tool for propaganda over the years. obviously, he has a hard time adjusting, and he turns to fighting again, joining this group of kinda possibly superheroes, aka the avengers.

lots of exciting new things happen, sure; but steve is still pretty miserable. until one day, a mysterious masked assassin dressed in bondage gear (but not really), and sporting one very shiny metal arm (!!!!), is sent to kill steve's sort-of-boss. and then to kill steve himself. oh no!!

in what is possibly the most gripping, most visually pleasing hand-to-hand fight sequence in the history of cinema,

(NO BUT SERIOUSLY, all jokes aside, if you've never watched it then please do bc it's!!! *shrieks* so fucking good!!!)

a fight sequence which also happened to unlock both steve's and an entire fandom's competence kink with that little sexy knife-flipping trick alone -- i know you know what i'm talking about, don't you lie to me babes--

as i was saying, steve manages to knock the mask off of his opponent's face. and who do you think appears before him? can you guess??

DING DING DING!!! EXACTLY!!! IT'S HIS LONG-LOST BAE BUCKY! who apparently doesn't recognize him??

confused and upset, steve fights to uncover the truth. turns out, the man is indeed the very same bucky he grew up with and loved. only, he didn't actually die in that tragic fall in the ravine; rather, due to the experiments performed on him while he was a war prisoner, he survived long enough to be found and captured by the enemy. who then proceeded to torture and brainwash him, using him as a tool for murder against his will, and literally putting him back in the freezer when they didn't need him.

which, as it happens, is how he stayed so young in the first place: he, uh, spent the better part of 70 years frozen. yeaaah, are the parallels paralleling or what, hmmmm?? preserved in ice like your mom's best lasagna from last week? plunging to a 'death' that isn't really a death? waking up in the future kinda screwed over? :D

ANYWAY

steve is even more devastated than before, now that he's learned that while he was asleep in the ocean, bucky was out there suffering. when he finally confronts bucky again (and it's fucking epic and also fucking heartbreaking, believe you me) steve is desperate to bring bucky, his bucky, back. knowing in his heart that his bae is still somewhere in there, no matter how deeply buried.

in the most critical moment(TM), steve chooses to stay behind, on a plane that's about to fucking blow up around them - just like bucky did for him all those years ago - because if he can't save bucky, then he'd rather die with him.

only, bucky is scared and confused af at the moment, and he attacks steve, because 1) he has a mission after all, he's supposed to kill this guy dammit, and 2) wtf is even going on here??? who IS this man, WHY does he keep saying that they've known each other their whole lives?? and WHY does bucky feel like he's actually seen him somewhere else before?????

AND HERE IS THE PIVOTAL MOMENT OF ALL PIVOTAL MOMENTS: for the first time in his life, steve refuses to fight back. like he literally drops his shield out of the plane and into the river underneath, in a very powerful and symbolic gesture, signifying his surrender: he's not going to hurt bucky anymore, no matter what. THIS FUCKER LITERALLY LETS BUCKY BEAT HIM TO A PULP, WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO DEFEND HIMSELF, 100% ready to let bucky kill him if that's what's gonna happen here, because that's still better than living in a world where bucky's gone - a world where bucky will look at him and only see a target, or a stranger at best.

and then!!!!

no this is like, this is THE most romantic shit, okay, like you could try to convince me that it isn't for the next hundred years and i wouldn't buy it, because. BECAUSE.

at the very last moment, steve finally manages to break through bucky's brainwashing, breaking the metaphorical spell bucky was under. and do you know how he does that? i ask you, do you know how steve does that, my love?

by repeating to bucky the very same words bucky offered him way back in the beginning, when he proposed asked steve to move in together. till death do us part the end of the line, baby. romeo could NEVER

bucky, who was about to deal the fatal blow, freezes instantly, finally recognizing the man under him.

and when steve falls out of the plane, bucky jumps after him, instinctively saving his life instead.

but bucky can't stay. confused, wounded, vulnerable, and only just beginning to remember who he used to be and what was done to him, he slips away and hides from steve - and from all the other people who might be looking for him, and probably want him dead. you think this is gonna stop steve, though?? now that he knows that bucky is still alive, and that he remembers him??? now that he knows that bucky's not lost to him forever?? AS IF!!

(to be continued in part 3)

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

Hi Maven!! Same q to everyone this week: what are your top 3 wincest episodes, and why?

ok im gonna cheat and do this in 2 ways hehe

a) top 3 sam/dean episodes

3. A Very Supernatural Christmas: has the samulet (their engagement ring, obviously!), you can palpably feel the isolation, the neglect, it's very two-children-in-a-motel-esque. and of course, the final scene, where i think, if there was any point in the series aside from the barn scene in which they would have said "i love you," it would have been there. the deep long stare, the watery eyes, the fact that they both know dean will be gone within the year, and then... "do you feel like watching the game?" ahhhhhhh drives me nuts

2. Swan Song: their love literally!!!!! saves the world, i mean come on. it has the whole wincest montage that you could literally set a richard siken poem to, or a taylor swift song to (look i know those are vastly different things but. bear with me), and it would just feel right. dean finally lets sam do things on his own. he lives because sam tells him to. sam manages to revoke his possession consent because of how much he's in love with dean, even as his fist is smashing dean's face into a pulp. ok i have to stop or i'm going to start crying in this goddamn airport.

Playthings: obviously. gothic horror episode of all time. picture-perfect family in the outside, secret sibling hidden upstairs. the way sam and dean's codependency is paired with that of the grandmother and her ghostly sister. the face-stroking. the almost kiss. god i swear it always looks like they're gonna kiss. sam writhing on the bed. dean staring at him like that. the subtext was about to bust through the screen, what with the acting and the way the plot and the meta-plot fit together perfectly. catherine tosenberger said it much better than i can, go read her article in TWC about wincest if you haven't!

b) top 3 family-horror-what-the-incestuous-freudian-fuck-is-going-on-here episodes

2. Devil's Trap: azazel uses john's body in a sexual manner against both sam and dean--primarily the latter but sam gets it, too. it's a chilling scene and really cements that this is what spn is about: never being able to escape the family. sam learns partly of azazel's plot, dean gets his daddy issues flayed onto him, and all through the eyes of the father. it's so well done.

3. Skin: imo the most damning thing the shifter says is, "i will be sorry to lose this skin. your brother's got a lot of great qualities. you should appreciate him more than you do." uh...what? the way he ties up sam and plans on torturing him also aligns with the shifter's pattern of turning into the husband and beating up the wife. another HMM moment actually comes from dean himself, when he tells sam that none of his friends will ever understand him and that dean's the only one who can...it's very isolating, kind of abuser tactics, and just. whew. this was episode SIX!!

In the Beginning: come on you knew i was gonna say this. aside from the obvious moments of "mom is a babe" (and remember, dean invokes sam into this moment as well..."sammy, wherever you are..."), samuel!azazel leaning over dean and smelling him, and samuel!azazel kissing mary--passionately returned(?), may i add, the plot itself sets up the winchester family as this enclosed, inbred unit. mary's kiss with her possessed father seal's sam's fate as part of azazel's army. the sexuality she shares with her father makes her son's blood diseased and cursed. the family line is tainted by incest. her kiss is what allows sam and dean to grow up that way, to become so codependent, what allows the moments of avsc, swan song, and playthings to happen! in the beginning. this begins the cycle of selling and saving souls--mary for john, john for dean, dean for sam. it's literally THEE spn episode, perhaps even more than playthings. even though sam's barely in it, his fate hangs over the whole episode, and this is full house of wincest at its finest.

[willowshimmer]

Living with you

Fuchsia's POV:

It had been 2 weeks since is started living with my girlfriend Holly and it's been nice actually.

Her parents warmed up to me a bit minus her dad but overall it's been great.

I was wondering around a hall way and I saw a picture framed on the wall.

In the photo was a baby holly and her parents holding her.

They had bright smiles on their faces.

I then thought about my mom...

I wish it could've been like this...

I then felt someone hug me from behind.

"Hey babe whatcha doing?"

Holly asked me.

"Oh uh just wondering around..."

I responded.

"My mom's cooking dinner it'll be ready in an hour!"

Holly said as she let go of me.

"Okay."

I said.

"So... How's living here been for you?"

Holly asked.

"Good! I wish my mom was more like your's..."

I said.

A frown formed on my face.

"Hey don't think about her. It's in the past besides even if she wanted to bring you back me and my parents would beat her to a pulp!"

Holly exclaimed.

I then kissed her cheek.

"Thanks babe."

I said.

"I'll go see how my mom is doing with the food! I'll see you the table!"

Holly then ran off.

"Okay!"

I yelled.

I continued to walk around.

As I turned a corner I saw Hunter Holly's dad.

"AH! Oh hey you scared me."

I said.

Still a bit shaken up from him appearing out nowhere.

"I want to talk to you about something..."

He said with a serious look on his face.

"What is it?"

I asked.

"I know that you think I don't approve of you and my daughter dating but that's not true."

He said.

"Then what is it?"

I asked him.

"It's cause when you bullied her in the past it made me grow a feeling of anger but ever since you moved in I try to convince myself that you changed but no matter what it won't work..."

He said.

I looked at him.

I felt bad for him.

He just wants to keep his daughter safe.

"I know it'll take time and I don't mind. It takes a while for us to get used to something new."

I said.

"Thank you Fuchsia... Also if want to talk about how you feel after running away you can talk to me about it. Trust me I know what it's like..."

He said.

"Thanks Mrs. Park."

I said.

"DINNERS READY!"

I heard Holly's mom yell.

"Hey I have an idea."

He said.

"What is it asked?

I asked.

"Wanna race to the table?"

"YES!"

I exclaimed.

"3...2...1... GO!"

We both then started running.

I felt happy and safe.

I knew that this was my new home...

[neodracunyan]

Job Hunting for Dummies - Season 01 - Episode 02

Episode 02 - "Punch" Out of Luck

Season 01 - Episode 02 - Punch Drunk

Location: The Boxing Stadium - Downtown Creation City

Date: May 16, 2019

Time: 10:00 PM

No POV

After the paper route job was a total bust thanks to Sonia's attempt to steal someone's TV, Y/n, Sonia and Tailsko are at a boxing ring as Tailsko has another job for them, only this time Y/n is going up in the ring to a boxing match against Mike Tyson. Luckily for Y/n, he was giving some boxing lesson from Peanut Butter as well as some other fighting lessons from his friends in other types of fighting style video games like Mortal Kombat and Street Fight, so this should be an easy boxing match for our hero.

Sonia: Wait, wha— wha— why did he agree to do this?

Tailsko: It's a big payday, Sonia. It's real simple, he just hang in there, and h— he'll be fine. Trust me.

Sonia: Look, look, I'm not feeling good about this. Is it too late for him to back out?

Y/n: Don't worry, Sonia. I can handle this. I've been taking boxing lessons from my friend's pokemon named Peanut Butter, so this should be a snap for me to box against the stadium's best boxer, Mike Tyson.

We zoom out to show Mike Tyson as Y/n put's on his boxing gloves and is ready to fight with the bell rang, starting the match.

Tailsko: Yes, that bell- Yeah, now it's too late for him to back out. Go get him, champ!

Y/n: Thanks for the motivation, Tails~!

Sonia: Yeah, thanks a lot, dickface.

Y/n: Alright, let's do this. (Dodges Tyson's punches and counter punches Mike Tyson)

Sonia: Wow, he's really doing it. I think he can take this guy!

Y/n punches him some more while dodging and blocking more of Mike Tyson's attacks.

Tailsko: Hey, that's great Sonia! Uh, just, uh, don't go let him crazy, okay? I, uh, kinda bet against him, so, uh, I need you to not let him lose this match, okay? I kinda betted out Y/n's life savings on this match.

Y/n: Wait, wait, you betted my life savings that I worked hard for against him?! (Mike Tyson punches Y/n, sending him backwards a bit while rings fly out of him) Ow, ow, oh, my face! Tails, grab those rings, I need them for laundry!

Tailsko: Ok, just be careful, ok? I don't want you ending up in a body cast. (Starts picking up Y/n's golden rings before they disappeared)

Y/n: Got it. Alright, Mike Tyson, prepare to get your light punched out! (Thinking) Good thing that Peanut Butter enhanced my durability to deal with strong punchs from this guy. Better make this quick before I lose all of my life savings.

Y/n then unleashed a power punch at Mike's jaw as the boxer got stunned and Y/n repetitively punches Mike Tyson until he is completely knocked out to win the match.

Mike Tyson: GAH! HOW...IS...THIS...KID...THAT...STRONG....WHY... ISN'T... ANY... ONE... STOPPING... THIS?!

Timeskip - The Next Day

After the boxing match, Y/n was declared the winner and won back his savings and earned a extra bonus as his winnings as we cut back to Y/n's apartment where Sonic is holding an ice pack onto Y/n's black eyes due to that punch that Mike Tyson gave him during the match.

Tailsko: Well, you took one hell of a fight back there, babe. But at least you still got your life savings back and earn some money left over from the last match, right?

Y/n: Yeah and I did go a little bit too far on beating Mike Tyson to a bloody pulp back there, but at least he's got insurance and in a body cast at the hospital.

Tailsko: You know what Sonia should do, head down to the Star Light Zone, pick herself up a boyfriend, get a little spin job, huh? She earned it.

Y/n: Are you sure you wanna do that, Sonia? That kind of job sounds a little too risky, even for me.

Sonia: Nah, I decided it's time to grow up, you know? So I took some of the money and made a little investment.

Tailsko: Hey, good for you, man!

Y/n: Yeah, that's real mature of you.

Sonia: Yeah, bought a sweet new frame for my poster.

The scene cut to show her Dominique Wilkins poster in a frame.

Sonia: That baby's gonna pay for itself in like 15—20 years.

Tailsko: You stupid fuck.

Y/n: Well, at least the frame only costs $5, and her rent is paid for this month, so we're good for now, I guess.

END OF EPISODE 02

TO BE CONTINUED IN EPISODE 03 IN A STRANGE DREAM REALM

[mint-yooxgi]

Yan!Haechan intervening when he sees OC looking slightly uncomfortable around another guy

A scowl rests on his face as he watches you shift uncomfortably from foot to foot, doing your best to avoid interacting with the guy who just can't seem to leave you alone. Why doesn't anyone intervene? Doesn't anyone notice?

Oh, wait. He does.

Of course Haechan would notice every minor discomfort that settles on your features. He's only been following you for a few months now, wanting to learn all of your subtleties and habits before even making an approach so he can gage your own reactions to him. All you know him as right now is 'that guy from calc', but he knows your relationship will soon bloom into something more. That is, once that asshole leaves you alone.

Exhaling sharply through his nose, he decides he can't take this bullshit for much longer. You've repeatedly told this fucker that you're waiting for your boyfriend, and for him to leave you alone, but he doesn't seem to want to get the message.

He has to do something, and fast, especially if he wants to have you all to himself. What better way to prove himself to you than rescuing you and sweeping you off of your feet?

"Hey babe, sorry I kept you waiting," pulling up beside you, Haechan wraps a secure arm around your shoulders, feeling you stiffen slightly beneath his touch only for you to relax in the next second.

"Oh, hey," luckily, the shakiness in your voice seems to go unnoticed by the guy standing across from you. You're just glad to see a familiar face.

"Who's this?" Haechan doesn't even attempt to hide the malice in his voice as his gaze rakes over the guy, a clear look of hatred shining in his eyes.

"I could ask you the same question," the guy tilts his chin defiantly, and Haechan runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek.

Who does this fucker think he is?

"Nice to meet you, fuckwad," Haechan grins sadistically. "I'm their boyfriend, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped harassing them."

The other guy frowns, clearly not pleased with this turn of events, but he doesn't press his luck any further. Especially not with the way Haechan continues to glare at him.

If looks could kill, the guy would be dead thrice over by now.

With a roll of his eyes, the guys huffs, muttering under his breath as he walks away, "whatever, they're not even that hot anyways."

Haechan nearly loses his shit right then and there, wanting nothing more than to beat the guy to a living pulp in that moment. The only thing that stops him is hearing your sigh of relief beside him, your shoulders relaxing even more as he maintains his hold on you. Slowly, and reluctantly, he lets you go.

"Thanks for that," you turn to face him, a grateful smile on your face. "It's Donghyuck, right?"

His heart jumps in his chest. Never could he have imagined his name sounding so heavenly coming from your lips, and not to mention it's his real name.

"Uh, yeah," he clears his throat, ridding his mind of his thoughts of what you'd sound like moaning his name instead. "Don't mention it."

"Seriously," you smile, and his breath is stolen from his lungs. "I owe you one."

"No, seriously," he smiles back, already thinking of the many ways in which you can make it up to him. "It was my pleasure."

[alwaysmarveling]

My Amazing Little Chef

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: It gets suggestive for all of 2 seconds (but goes absolutely nowhere)

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You and Nat are going to have a cooking class one way or another

“Nat, c’mon, we’re going to be late!” you yelled down the hallway, shrugging a denim jacket over your shoulders.

“You always say that,” your girlfriend half-scoffed, half-whined as she slid down the hallway.

“Because we’re always late.” You tossed her her own jacket. “And be careful when you do that, you’re going to slip.”

“You’re taking all the fun out of socks, mom,” Natasha smirked. “Besides, I would never slip. Think about who you’re talking to, babe. And I don’t need a jacket,” she dismissed, throwing the piece of clothing on the couch.

“Nat,” you deadpanned, standing up after putting on your shoes, “You say this every time, and then every time you complain on the way home that you’re cold.”

“Not every time,” the redhead pouted. She gracefully slipped on one shoe while balancing on the other leg. “I only do it when it’s outrageously cold. So it’s justified.” You couldn’t help but smile at her protruding bottom lip, kissing away her pout.

“Well, it wouldn’t be ‘outrageously cold’ if you just brought a jacket like I told you to.” Natasha eyed you warily as she put on her other shoe, upset to see you grabbing the piece of clothing back from the couch. “You don’t have to wear it now, just bring it. Please? For me?” You flashed her puppy dog eyes that you knew she couldn’t resist, holding back a smirk when you could see her not-so-hard resolve crumbling.

“Fine,” she sighed.

“Yay!” you squealed, and Nat couldn’t help but grin at the little jump you did subconsciously. “Now, let’s go.”

---

“See, this is why we should’ve never moved out of the Avengers tower. Out of all days for the car to break down, this had to be it?” You rubbed your forehead as the two of you reentered your house.

“I’m sorry, babe, I know how much you were looking forward to this.” Natasha frowned as she thought about her bike, which was currently sitting somewhere in the Avengers tower so Tony could give it some “much needed upgrades.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, peeling off the denim jacket and tossing it on the same couch Natasha had thrown hers less than fifteen minutes earlier. “I just thought it’d be something fun we could do together.” Your girlfriend picked up your jacket, hanging up yours and hers in the closet before stepping closer to you to squeeze your shoulders.

“Anything I do with you is fun, malyshka,” she reassured you, pecking you on the cheek. “On the bright side, they said we could go to another cooking class whenever we want, so we can always go another day. And one of us already knows how to cook, so we won’t die of hunger,” she teased, squeezing your hips.

“Yeah, but the second I go on a mission, you’re screwed, babe.”

“You’d leave me to starve?” Nat pouted. You turned around, a full smile now on your face.

“Of course not,” you whispered, your noses now less than a centimeter away from each other. You pressed your lips to hers, allowing yourself to melt into the kiss until you heard the former assassin’s stomach growl. “Someone’s hungry,” you giggled. “And I did just say I wouldn’t let you starve…”

“You did,” Natasha murmured, trying to meet your lips again. You gave in but pulled away too quickly for her liking. “Where are you going?” You tugged on her hands, pulling her towards the kitchen. “Where are we going?”

“We are going to have this cooking class whether the car wants to work or not. C’mon, we’ll make dinner together.” You pulled a cabinet open, flipping through various recipes.

“Hm, I do like doing things with you.” Natasha tapped her chin, pretending to think over your decision.

“Shut up, you dork,” you laughed. “Go wash your hands. How do you feel about pad thai?” you suggested after pulling out the recipe, shuffling through various cabinets and pulling out all the ingredients you needed. You’d made it a couple times before, and it could be fun to make together. Plus, pad thai wasn’t hard to make—which, let’s be honest, was essential if Natasha was involved—and it was definitely a tasty option.

“Oo, you do love me.” You snorted, the corners of your lips curling up slightly.

“Let’s just hope this turns out well.”

“I’ve got the pizza place on speed dial if it doesn’t.”

“You won’t need to call them if you just listen to me,” you sang over your shoulder, thinking back to the last time the two of you had tried to cook together. You’d turned away for two seconds, during which Natasha had added baking powder instead of flour to the pizza dough. She’d insisted she’d done it correctly when you pointed out the discrepancy in ingredients. Needless to say, the pizza you ate that night was not one that was baked in your kitchen.

“Oh, be quiet, you,” Nat chuckled, smacking your ass playfully as you walked by her. You squealed, and your girlfriend couldn’t help but giggle at your reaction.

“Are my ears failing me, or did the Black Widow just giggle?”

“Y/N L/N, I swear to god, I will kill you. We are in a kitchen. With knives. I can do it.” You let out a fake gasp as you finished washing your hands, turning off the sink.

“You know where the knives are? I didn’t know you’ve been around here enough to know that!”

“Babe,” Nat whined. “You’re being mean.” You smirked at the pout that had taken over her face.

“Alright, alright. I won’t tease you anymore. Besides, something tells me that you don’t need any knives to kill me.” Natasha hummed, kissing your lips long enough for you to taste the cherry chapstick coating her lips.

“That something would be correct.”

“Softie,” you whispered before slipping away from her. “Now,” you started before she could whine again, let’s begin. So, first, you want to break that up-”

“What even is that?” Your girlfriend stared at the solid brick, her brows scrunched in confusion and mouth slightly gaping.

“It’s tamarind pulp.”

“Tamarind- wh- why do we even have this?”

“For pad thai. You can use it to make other stuff too, Natty,” you explained.

“Yeah, but it looks so…”

“So… what? Trust me, love, regardless of how you think it looks, it’ll taste good. Just break that up, yeah?”

“Okay…” Natasha gave you one last glance before following your instructions. You turned around to get some water before she could notice you smiling at the adorable look of confusion on her face.

Ten minutes and some more ingredients and mixing later, the sauce was done.

“Look, detka, I did it!” You laughed at her reaction, pressing your lips gently to her cheek in response.

“Yes, you did. But we still have a long way to- Nat, what are you doing?”

“Don’t we need to taste test it?” she asked, her mouth still wrapped around her fingers.

“I mean, I guess, but- Natty!”

“What?” she questioned, looking at you from underneath her lashes as she dipped her fingers back into the sauce. “It’s good, and I made it. Therefore, I deserve a reward.”

“You’re going to eat all the sauce before we even make the actual dish,” you whined.

“Okay, but, babe. Just taste it, it’s so good.” She stuck her fingers into your mouth before you could protest, giving you a look until you swirled your tongue around her digits, gathering up all the sauce that coated them. You sucked on her fingers with a wink before letting them go.

“You happy now?” Natasha nodded slightly.

“But wasn’t it good? That’s why I need to have more.” You grabbed her wrist before she could dip it back into the sauce.

“No more. I’m hungry, and I’d like to have my dinner the way it’s supposed to be. And no more sticking your grubby little fingers into the food.”

“Fine,” Nat sighed dramatically. “But maybe a little dessert before dinner wouldn’t hurt, would it?” she murmured, her lips now less than an inch away from your ear. “I was thinking, ba-”

“Uh oh. I’m going to stop you right there. It’s never a good thing when you’re thinking.” Natasha opened her mouth to defend herself, but you started talking before she could. “Cooking class, Nat. You’re learning how to cook. That’s it.”

“But why do I need to learn how to cook when I’ve got the best meal I could ever ask for right in front of me?” Her arms snaked around your waist only for you to hit them lightly until she let go. Face burning, you had to admit you wouldn’t mind giving in, but you had a mission of sorts to finish: make dinner with Nat without anything extraordinarily bad happening. “You don’t want me?” the spy whispered, not willing to give up so easily. Before you could respond, the room filled with the sound of her stomach growling once again.

“I always want you,” you chuckled, “But I think you want this pad thai more than you’re letting on. Can we go back to cooking now? Please?”

“I suppose,” Natasha gave in. “But you owe me.”

“I guess I’m okay with that,” you winked at her. “Now, you need to wash your hands again before you get saliva everywhere, and I’m going to cut this chicken.” Your girlfriend gave you one last kiss before obliging.

“Just be careful, baby,” she started as you picked up the knife. “I don’t need you accidentally cutting yourself.”

“I won’t, Nat,” you rolled your eyes. You had just started to cut into the meat when you heard a rushing sound and a high-pitched hum from Natasha.

“What the-”

“Huh?” You looked up from the cutting board and were rewarded by a searing pain on your middle finger.

“Ow!”

“Are you okay?” Natasha turned the water off immediately before rushing to you, hands cupping yours. “Y/N, I literally just told you not to hurt yourself.”

“I’m sorry, I got distracted! The sink made that weird noise, and I’m clumsy. I just...”

“It was just the water pressure being all weird again, hon. Look,” Nat tsked. “You sliced the skin right off. Go wash that off while I grab a bandaid,” the redhead ordered. “And I’ll be doing the rest of the cutting tonight.”

“Nat, I’m fine. I can-”

“I don’t want to hear anything more from you. You cut yourself literally ten seconds after you said you wouldn’t. No more knife privileges for you tonight. Or maybe ever.”

“Natty,” you whined, this time it being your turn to pout. “I’m in pain, and you’re my girlfriend. I don’t need you chastising me, I need you comforting me.” You finished up washing your hands and met the woman at the counter. 

“Well, if you hurt yourself, I’m going to do both,” she muttered, concentrating on wrapping the bandaid around your still-bleeding appendage. When she finished, she lifted your hand gently, brushing her lips over the covered wound, her eyes never leaving yours. “Better?”

“Much.”

“Good. Now tell me how I’m supposed to cut this.”

“I guess, you’d say, what can me feel this way?” My girl...” Natasha sang along with the music as she tossed the food in the wok.

“Natty, be careful, you goof!” you giggled. Your girlfriend simply shook her head at you as she continued to sing, her hips swaying to the beat.

“My girl, my girl, my girl,” she winked. “Talkin’ ‘bout my girl, my girl!”

“Baby,” you laughed, “Pay attention to the food before it burns. You can sing later.” You turned down the volume of the speaker before Nat could get too carried away. “Okay, keep stirring the food in the wok,” you ordered. “I’ll be back in a second. Please don’t burn the house down before I get back.” You stepped away from your girlfriend for a second to grab some plates, chopped peanuts, bean sprouts, and the chicken you had cooked earlier.

“I’m not going to burn the house down,” Nat countered.

“I’m sensing some deja vu,” you warned, your back turned to your girlfriend. She simply rolled her eyes in response, taking her eyes off the wok to watch you and pushing some of the noodles out of the wok in the process.

When you turned back around seconds later, you sighed. “Natty, be careful. Look at the wok.” Upon seeing the now displaced noodles, the redhead let out a small breath as her shoulders dropped. “It’s okay, babe,” you reassured her, setting down everything before kissing her shoulder. “I would say you’ve done pretty well tonight. This is just a little slip-up. And look, no fire!”

“Yeah, no fire.”

“It’ll all be worth it when we get to eat. Speaking of which, this is almost done. You wanna go set the table, and I’ll finish this up?”

“Okay,” your girlfriend smiled. “Thank you, dorogaya.” Natasha pecked your cheek before going to grab the silverware.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, love,” you grinned, humming as you plated the dish. The sound of footsteps approached you from behind, and sure enough, Natasha wrapped her arms around your torso seconds later.

“Wow, that looks amazing. It smells even better.”

“You did that.” You brought one of your hands down and squeezed hers.

“I did do that, didn’t I? I did that,” Natasha said aloud, causing you to laugh. When you turned around, your heart melted at the look of pride on her face.

“My amazing little chef,” you praised, kissing her briefly. “Hey, Nat.” A smile grew on your lips as you got lost in your thoughts for a moment. “Do you think Tony can cook? Because if he can, do you think Pepper calls him her ‘iron chef’?” Natasha groaned at your joke.

“You’re way too cheesy, detka. And let’s keep the discussion on us. I do not need to be thinking about Tony’s love life.” Before you could turn back around to grab the food, Natasha pulled you back in for another kiss.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed when she finally let you go. “Are we going to stand here all day, or do you plan on letting us eat soon? Because I personally would like to do more than just stare at the food we made.”

“I guess we can eat,” Nat smirked as you brought the plates to the table.

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“Hey,” you murmured, turning your face to look up at Natasha. She continued to run her fingers through your hair but shifted her gaze from her book to you. “Thanks for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

“So did I,” Nat smiled. “Thank you for teaching me how to cook, printsessa.” You hummed for a moment before responding.

“I don’t know if I taught you how to cook. You still have a lot to learn, my young one.”

“Says the one who cut herself.”

“It was an accident! I was worried about you,” you protested. “I do hope we can go to that cooking class soon, though. Being your teacher is exhausting. No wonder Steve gets so aggravated with you during training.”

“Well, sorry,” your girlfriend scoffed, hitting your shoulder lightly. You dismissed her with a light kiss to the palm of her hand.

“It was really cute seeing you all excited and proud, though. I’d give anything to see you like that again.” Nat blushed, and you kept going. “Absolutely adorable, babe. You should’ve seen yourself.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she finally interrupted you. “You taste like pad thai,” Nat chuckled.

“But it’s good though?”

“Mm, very good,” the redhead agreed, going back to her book.

“Like I said, it’s all thanks to my amazing little chef.”

[b0amagination]

Hasan and Declan - 11

Series masterlist

Content warnings: intimate whumper, slapping, brief suicidal ideation, escape attempt, electrocution, unintentional self harm, mention of past injuries and broken bones, hopelessness/depression.

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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)

Previously…

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A spike of pain sent Declan’s head into the wall behind him and his eyes shot open.

“Th’ hell?”

The bright, bleary figure of Hasan raised their hand and smacked him across the same cheek.

“Christ! I’m up!” he groaned, rubbing the sore spot until it stopped tingling.

“Well, I’m going to be late so listen up.”

“Wish me luck; my head feels like an echo chamber.”

Another slap felt like it reverberated.

“Cool,” Declan rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”

“If you keep sassing me I’ll take your breakfast back.” Always a catch.

“...fine.”

“Glad we understand each other. I’ve got granola and fruit for you that would’ve been in yogurt if I didn’t remember about your intolerance, so you’re welcome.”

“I’m also allergic to strawberries,” Declan squinted at the offending pieces.

“Anything else I should know about?!” 

“Uh…” Declan counted on his fingers. “Shellfish, cats, and hay.”

“You must’ve been a blast to test,” Hasan remarked dryly.

“It was hell, thank you very much.”

“Well I’m not keeping an epipen on hand so let me know if I fuck up.”

“The shellfish one is literally deadly-!”

“So communicate. That’s it,” they shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Back to important shit: you’ve got the telly, the Wii, the movies, and games.” They pointed to each respectively. “Just brought your water and lemons in that cooler, shirt and pants, and the cot’s against the wall. I’m not trying to put that together. That’s your responsibility.”

“Thanks a lot.”

Without missing a beat, Hasan picked up Declan’s breakfast cup and threw it in his face. Granola pelted him, fruit left a slightly sticky feeling on his skin, and he flinched back.

“You sassed me,” Hasan shrugged, nonchalant.

“That wasn’t your threat!” Declan protested.

“I changed my mind. Be happy I’m still letting you have it.”

He flushed, the embarrassment hitting full force. He took a deep breath, turning his head to the side. This wasn’t something to get riled up about. It didn’t matter that much.

“Pick it off the floor if you want.”

“I can’t reach it,” Declan pulled against his cuffs, and Hasan gave a dramatic sigh before leaning down and unlocking them.

“Now you can. Have a great day, babe!” They called back, storming out the door and slamming it, audibly fumbling with the key in the hole. Fantastic. 

But they were gone now. And he wouldn’t have to deal with them for… another eight hours if he was lucky.

“If you’re such a bad widdle boy I’ll take your breakfast away,” he mocked under his breath, picking up granola crumbs from the floor and sticking them in his mouth. “What? Mad I’m giving it to you, huh? Mad that I’m so generous, huh? What do you mean you’re upset about being held captive? I’m so nice to you! The torture is all fun and games! 

“Haha and wouldn’t it be funny if you stayed here for-fucking-ever?! And I took nice careful care of you and then beat you within an inch of your life and was nice again?! Wouldn’t you be so happy and fulfilled and not wanna kill yourself?!”

He shoved a piece of cantaloupe in his mouth and pounded a fist into a stray strawberry, which gushed all over the concrete. It hurt and he regretted it a little. 

All the other strawberries were gathered in a little pile over the other’s corpse, and Declan beat them to a pulp as well. He learned his lesson and did so less forcefully, not eager to break more of his bones. Like that nose which was still not properly set and hadn’t stopped hurting since he got it.

Having coped so healthily with his feelings, Declan collected the rest of his measly breakfast and scooped it up in handfuls to finish it off. Now…

He sat back for a moment, processing his situation. Hasan was gone. They were out of the house, working, and he was here. No handcuffs or restraints. The door closed and locked. A few things to entertain himself with.

He had hours to himself now.

He had to find a way out.

Declan glanced around the room and his eyes caught on the cot and the folded clothes next to it. He inspected the cot as he slipped a blue v-neck over his head. Did Hasan sort through the rest of his clothes for him? They must have. He hadn’t seen them since… he didn’t want to think about that.

Right. The cot. It was folded up, but next to it there was some kind of metal bar… light in his hands, ridges going through it, and probably not the sturdiest of things, but it was the best he had. 

He hurried over to the door, heart already pounding, not sure why he moved with such haste, and twisted the knob. It… opened. 

“That wasn’t part of the plan,” he muttered to himself. He was sure he’d heard Hasan locking it too. 

Well, that meant they fucked up. And he was free.

The room outside was more familiar now, and Declan rushed to the door he’d tried to open the day before. The handle didn’t move, only clicking against its locking mechanism. Dammit! If that led to the staircase, he was going to throw a fit. 

He tightened his grip on the pole and turned around, rushed for the door next to the bathroom, and turned the knob. It opened, so he was probably about to run into the least significant room-

“Nevermind, nevermind nevermind,” he mumbled, starstruck, staring at the staircase stretched out in front of him. Declan rushed up the stairs, dizzy and lightheaded with anticipation. His free hand hit the knob and he froze.

He couldn’t properly grasp it but he couldn’t let go, and blinding pain flashed through him. The buzz of electricity consumed him and he collapsed, dropping the bar, and falling down the stairs.

Hard ends jutted out, even through carpet, slamming and hitting and then he was flat on his back, panting.

Declan curled in on himself, huffing when his shoulder and back protested. Rubbing over his face found his broken nose bleeding sluggishly. A web of pain stretched over his back but, even so, he stood up. 

As he mindlessly crawled back to his feet and teetered up the stairs, his brain finally caught up. Metal handle, electric current, shock, incapacitation. They had to be kidding.

Declan knelt on one of the top steps and cautiously brushed a finger against the doorknob. He jolted and pulled away when a spark flashed through him. If he could just maintain control long enough to twist… his hand clamped over the knob and he threw himself to the side, but everything in him tensed up. He twitched when he slid down, splayed out over the stairs, breathing heavily. 

His teeth ached with how hard he’d bitten together, the rest of his body resonating a similar soreness. But he couldn’t give up. 

Tears slipped down his face as he reached for the knob. If only it was a handle and he could let gravity drag him down and open it, or he could force his muscles and mind to just push past this. 

Declan balled a fist in his shirt, and though lesser, the shock still incapacitated him. He pulled it off and folded it so that several layers protected him from the charge, but the fabric slid off before it could turn the handle. He nearly screamed from frustration and lasting pain in his hand, throwing it to the floor. 

He’d had a bar from that cot before. Looking behind, he saw it sitting abandoned at the bottom of the stairs. He grabbed it and trudged back to the door, rage bubbling up. A strike against the doorknob became one harder, then one against the wood of the door itself that bent it.

“Cheap ass shit,” Declan muttered, slamming it even harder against the door. It left scratches and bent it more, which only fueled him to hit until he was gasping for breath, shouting when the door refused to give. He threw it back to the ground, the low thud entirely unsatisfying. 

Fists slammed into the door now, blunt nails pressed into electrical burns, scabs on lashes splitting open painfully. Thin trails of blood turned to bloodstains on the door, smeared into his skin, and thickened the air with the smell of iron.

He slumped down, only worse for wear, and didn’t notice tears well up until they slipped down his face. That couldn’t be all. There had to be a way out. 

But despair was too quick on his determination’s heels and only weighed him down as he searched through the rest of the basement. The bathroom window was fitted with a brand new padlock. Past the couch, the final door was open, and inside… Declan saw a dryer and shivered. Laundry room. The window inside looked to be a double of the bathroom, also locked. He didn’t want to spend more time there than necessary. 

Around the bend, behind the wall that sofa faced, was a large room filled with… a model train layout? He didn’t care enough to investigate past the fact that the room had no windows and it was fucking over for him. 

No way out.

Right now.

He couldn’t escape this afternoon while Hasan was gone, and that was okay because there would be plenty more days and times when they weren’t there to stop him. When… sure they’d have the same precautions in place, probably that electricity, more than likely more defenses upstairs, and they’d intended to lock his door in the first place, which he didn’t know how to pick… And when Hasan was home, he was restrained, being actively hurt, or kept in his room.

When Hasan was home.

What was going to happen to him when they got home today? He could hide in the room and tell the truth about the lock, but that would mean he’d tried it. And if he played dumb, he’d probably reek with the lie. 

There’s no way Hasan could miss the scratches on the basement door. Nor the bent rod, still on the stairs where Declan couldn’t muster the energy to move it. 

They told the perfect story of what he’d done, so convinced of his own capability that he’d completely disregarded consequences.

What would Hasan do to him?

The fear consumed him entirely in a mere moment, dizzying, and he collapsed next to the sofa. Everything around him went blank as he retreated into his head, unmoving, unthinking, for long enough that it worried him.

He- he needed a distraction. He needed something. His throat was sour with tears and his neck grew sorer the longer he leaned against the couch.

Declan painstakingly pushed himself to his feet, wincing as his left hand stung, most of the electricity having burned through his palm. Dots of blood from his hands stained the carpet and he halfheartedly rubbed them in, walking toward the room.

His seat where he’d been chained was stained with strawberry juice and Declan sighed, kneeling in front of the television and surveying his movie choices. Cars seemed harmless. It was something he didn’t give much of a shit about. He slipped it into the DVD player, pressed play and left this plane of existence.

He paid enough attention on the first runthrough to know that cars were flashing across the screen, talking, and moving the plot forward. Half the time he was asleep, and for the rest of the movie he was half asleep. 

The second runthrough had him paying attention, trying to engage with the story.

The third runthrough was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

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Next...

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[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Susie x strong!blind!reader

"How the hell did you beat me so easily?!" Susie yelled at you, going for another punch at you, but you dodged it easily.

"I may be blind, but that just means that my other senses are heightened. Plus, after a while it can be pretty easy to anticipate someone else's attacks." You shrugged. It was pretty much true. You may be blind, but that did not mean you were weak at all. You were stronger than everyone thought, and Susie did not take that very well. She wanted to fight you, to test your strength...and maybe to beat you up as well. However, that didn't go well for Susie, for you ended up beating her up instead. You didn't beat her into a pulp, obviously, but you gave her the hint that you didn't mess around when it came to strength.

"Hmph. I will find a way to beat you, you got that?" Susie said in a threatening tone. You simple shrugged and walked off.

"Whatever ya say, Susie." You say.

"I mean it, y/n! I will find your weakness!" Susie yelled after you. You chuckled a bit to yourself and kept walking.

~small timeskip to later since I can~

You groaned softly as you sat up in pain. A monster by the name of Laura (sorry if that's your name it was literally the first name to pop up into my mind.) had sneak attacked you, which had caught you off guard and you were open for attacks, which she did. Her fighting style was new to you, and she was light on her feet, so you could not anticipate her attacks as well as Susie's. Needless to say, you got your ass handed to you in this fight.

"wow, you look like ass." You heard a familiar female voice say, chuckling at the end.

"Yeah, thanks for pointing it out." You hissed in response, slowly standing up. Susie held up her hands in defense.

"What happened to you, anyway?" she asked, now crossing her arms.

"Well I was pretty much ambushed by a monster named Laura, she snuck up on me and attacked me while my guard was down. I was not expecting her attacks at all... I'm so used to your fighting style that I could not anticipate her attacks as well as yours. No offense."

"Uhh.. none taken?"

"Anyway, now that you've seen me beaten down, what are you planning to do now?"

"Well, first of all, I'll have to find Laura and have a little chat." you couldn't see it, but Susie had a menacing smile on her face. "Other than that, I have no other intentions."

"Huh... I figured you would at least finish what she started."

"Nah. Now come on, I'll walk ya home. Let me be your eyes for once, y/n." Susie grabbed your hand. You smiled slightly and nodded.

"Okay." The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes, until you decide to break the silence.

"Thanks, Susie."

"...For what?"

"For being there when I needed it... even if it wasn't very nice at first."

"No problem, y/n."

"Hey, Susie? Can I ask you something?" You asked. Susie shrugged and looked over at you.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well, uh, I was wondering.... if you would like to be my girlfriend..? And maybe go on a date with me..?" You asked, a sheepish smile on your face. Susie stopped walking, making you stop as well. You then start to think you messed up, until you feel a pair of lips connect with your own in a rough but sweet and somehow also gentle kiss. You kissed back, smiling into the kiss. After a few moments, the two of you pulled away.

"I'll take that as a yes?" You say, your face nearly the color of a cherry.

"Yes, you dork." Susie shook her head and kissed your forehead. "Oh, also, we're at your house." Susie added, looking over at your house. You smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Thanks for everything, Susie." Susie walked you up to the front door and unlocked the door for you, after taking the key from you. You smiled and opened the door.

"See you tomorrow, for our date."

"heh.. I'll see ya tomorrow, babe." You closed the door, and Susie walked away from the door. "I look forward to it." Susie mumbled to herself as she walked away from your house.

[withoneheadlight]

| a house (is a home) | (i). the keys | tinyplaylist |

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The house consists on:

Two bedrooms. One bathroom. A sort of trapezoidal kitchen with a door connecting to the backyard. A living room that stinks of the slow decay of the ancient, seventies-style wallpaper. An attic so dark that, according to Billy “We could make good money if we rent it to, you know, somebody that’s into heavily atmospheric spectral-themed sexual torture" (They’ve never really seen what’s up there. House already bought and everything).

There's a lot of work to do.

So they do it.

Thrift some things. Re-use some others. Spend a crazy, crazy amount of money on the mattress (‘Cause,’ Billy winked  ‘that’s what we’ll gonna use the most’). They repaint the walls. Scrap off the seventies paper (“But our living room looks like a pulp strip-club, babe. And I love it! / “I said. Off, Billy. Off”). Put on the gigantic combo of ‘Decorative vase plus plant plus stand’ Crystal buys them as a housewarming gift to add a “Slight touch of class” right at the entryway.

Even if it is,

“Hideous, love. So. Frikin’― hideous. And it has herons in it. Again. Herons. We’re been chased by herons. Our entire relationship. He-rons”

“Ok. They are. Hideous. But baby they also mean she’s trying”

“Well, she can not try. It’s ok for me. Less herons”

“Except it’s not” And Billy. He still has that deadly glare. Eyes narrowed. Chin raised-up. It doesn’t work anymore (or not in a, threatening way, at least) but Oh, Steve loves that he’s still trying “And c’mon. You can't tell me they don't you bring back good memories, huh?”

It's a question, but it might not be, and it wouldn't matter. He wonders how many of them they keep, between the two. How many memories together: beginnings and hellos and ‘Why don’t you stay a little longer’s at Steve’s front door. Ends and goodbyes and ‘I'll be back so fast you won't even have the time to start missing me’s. Kisses and touches and whispers and love love love. Making it way before they realized that was the name for what they were doing.

Those fucking voyeuristic herons watching it all.

 And Billy. Steve’s right because―he moves in close. Crowds Steve against the door (“Not letting anybody get in here, pretty boy. And I won’t let you go either. Not ‘till you let me kiss you again”). Breathes merging. Chests touching. Pined into each other’s eyes. A déjà-vu of a feeling. Just like that first time:  Billy’s knuckles tracing down the shape of Steve’s temple, the fall of his cheekbone, tender, as he runs them along his lips, side to side and 

‘Like this’ he remembers thinking ‘They hurt even worse’

“That’s low blow, Harrington” Billy whispers, eyes dropping to his mouth “You know they do”

 ‘If I let you kiss me’ he remembers thinking ‘I’m gonna love like an open wound’

“Then maybe we should keep them” he grins and Billy grunts, in defeat, laughter trembling out of Steve’s body as he does “You know. Make some good memories in front of these ones”

“You’re such a sweet talker, Harrington. You’re manipulating the love of your life.  Should feel ashamed of yourself”

Steve shakes his head. His heart is racing, is always racing, beating towards Billy Hargrove at the fucking speed of light.

“Nah. It’s one of the best things I got from my mom. I’m kinda proud of it”

And Billy leans in. Bites a kiss off his neck. Makes him shiver.

“Then keep on sweet-talking to me, uh? Make it worth remembering”

And Steve. Flips them around. Presses against Billy, reshapes himself against the curves of his body.

“When I’m done with you, baby, you’re never gonna want to get rid of those herons”

Billy cackles,  takes his face between his hands, whispers the words on the shape of kisses.

“Mmm. Good start, King Steve. You already got my knees shaking”

And so it begins. Piece by piece. Little by little. To become something more. To take  the shape of a now. The shape of a future. Of  a 'Here we keep what we’ve built together. What we are together. you and me. Here we keep our love'.

Not just a house but,

A home.

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[thetriggeredhappy]

Hey maybe uhh, Scout getting hurt and Sniper panicking about it or even crying and Scout trying to comfort him cause he's a tough guy tm and don't even worry about it it's just a scratch

tis but a scratch! man its been a while since ive seen that movie

(warnings for canon-typical violence and gore, major character death)

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“Babe, calm the hell down,” Scout managed to laugh, reaching up and giving him a consoling pat on the cheek that ended up being more of a brush. “I’ll be totally fine.”

Sniper overviewed the damage again. The elbow down of his left arm missing, shrapnel buried all along his torso, legs practically turned to pulp. Worst of all, far enough away from base that they’d all been warned that they might not be safe if they didn’t do well on this mission.

“I dunno what you’re even freakin’ out about,” Scout continued, and his inhale was a wheeze, and his exhale was a laugh. “I already radio’d for Medic, he’ll be here any second, right?”

Medic was no less than two hundred miles away from them, having turned down this mission in favor of working on some kind of exciting new experiment. But it made sense to Sniper that Scout was confused—his brain had probably already shut down an amount of higher critical thinking, to dull the pain and lessen panic. It happened to him sometimes too, where he got confused about when and where he was.

“You—you’re making a big deal outta nothin’,” Scout assured, and his thumb swiped across Sniper’s cheek, and his grin was crooked, probably more from missing teeth than anything else. “No need to cry on me, c’mon. Buck up, there. Gimme a smile.”

Sniper sniffled, realizing that yeah, he was actually crying, and tried for a smile, if only to make Scout stop trying to coax him into one—it looked painful.

“There it is! Hey, who knew all I gotta do to make you smile is walk a little too close to a landmine?” he joked, and Sniper hiccuped. “Aw, sheesh, that bad lookin’, huh?”

“Feel like,” he tried, but it came out more like a wheeze, cracking down the middle into nothingness, so he tried again. “Feel like if I said any part of you looked bad, you’d hold it against me forever. Keep taking it out of context.”

“Hey, he’s learning!” Scout tried to chuckle, but it came out more like hyperventilating. His chest was rising and falling in uneven motions, jerky and unnatural, coupled with a fierce shivering. “Hey, uh, maybe radio Medic that I don’t... need that healing, I don’t think. He’s... takin’ forever, and, I dunno, how long I can, wait.”

“Sure,” Sniper agreed. He swallowed hard. “I love you. Really, I do.”

“I love you too,” Scout replied, looking a little baffled. “But what’s, the sap about? I’m, gonna be fine, seriously. You, uh. Don’t, uh...”

And he took a few more shaky breaths, and then he didn’t, lying stiff in Sniper’s arms.

And a week later, back on base, Scout would laugh and ask him if he really looked that bad, and Sniper would kiss him like the world was ending to shut him up.

[wedontdeservethestars]

Hi! I saw you are accepting requests again. I liked a lot the chloe x elena fanfic that you wrote, so can i request something for Chloe Frazer and Elena Fisher, as a romantic ship, from Uncharted please? Thank you! Have a nice weekend !

Hi! I'm always happy to write for Chloe and Elena!! They're my Adventure Babes. Their chemistry is so gold ughhhh. I've been feeling a little ill these past few days, so I decided to go classic sick fic with this one! Hope you enjoy it <3

Chloe could take being beaten to a bloody pulp. She could take fallen hundreds of feet and immediately having to get back up and run. Hell, she could even take being shot in the arm and having to continue on. But, oh, as soon as her white blood cells decided to take a break and she was down bad with the flu, she was completely bedridden. She groaned softly as she channel surfed on the TV across from her. She should probably have something to drink, even though swallowing anything and everything made her feel like choking. She reached for the cup of orange juice on the bedside table. It felt like her arm was moving through molasses, even though she knew nothing was there put miniscule particles in the air. What the hell…? She managed to grab the glass and get a few small sips down before surrendering it to the table again.

“Good God, is there really nothing decent on?” she rolled her eyes. This was supposed to be a nice work-vacation with Elena--she could do some photography for the next issue of a travel guide she was working on (this time much closer to home than some of her recents), and Chloe could take a break from taking clients and explore the States for the first time. Whatever was out in California, however, had ruined their plans by giving her a pretty bad sickness and keeping her in the Airbnb they were renting for a short time. With Elena gone out to do research most of the time, Chloe was stuck with her phone and the TV and not much else. Giving up on finding something entertaining, she resigned to turning it off.

Except that when she did turn it off, it sounded like one of the programs was still running. Chloe took a moment to clear her hazy mind and listened. No, that wasn’t onscreen. It was a muffled sound, coming from downstairs. Crying...someone was crying.

Correction, she realized as she threw the covers off of her, Elena was crying. Abandoning her warm cocoon of bedding, Chloe stumbled down the hall and barreled down the stairs, following the sounds of soft sobs. It was a miracle that she made it without tripping all over herself and falling, meeting a gruesome end at the bottom.

“Elena!” she yelled as she burst into the living room, probably a bit too aggressively for someone who was only crying. But hey, this was her girlfriend, and Chloe did not like thinking about her getting hurt. And her head still felt fuzzy. So, so fuzzy. At the time, it seemed like a completely appropriate action.

Elena, on the other hand, didn’t seem to think so. She jerked up from the couch, where she’d been comfortably splayed across, and was rushing over to Chloe. “Holy--Chloe, are you okay? Oh my God!”

“Crying,” she said quickly, grabbing Elena’s tear-streaked face, “you’re crying.”

“What?” Her widened eyes softened and she started to laugh. Chloe, thinking that she might be starting to sob again, pulled her into a tight hug.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, love, I’m here, I promise, I’m right here,” she whispered, desperate to calm her lover down.

“No--it’s--” Elena managed to get out between laughs. Finally, she took a breath and started to calm down. “Chloe, it’s okay! I���m okay!”

“Huh?” She drew back and studied her face.

“It was just a show. A soap opera. I’m not really sad,” she giggled softly.

“Oh…” Suddenly, Chloe felt very stupid. “Oh my God.”

“No, it’s fine,” she grinned, touching her fast-reddening cheek. “That was really adorable.”

“Uh...of course it was,” she stumbled. “I meant it to be…”

“Oh my God, you’re so loopy from all that medicine,” Elena laughed. “Come on. We should get you back to bed, okay?”

“Okay…” she mumbled, trying not to meet her eyes. The two headed back up to the bedroom--Chloe’s makeshift prison. As bored as she was of the place, it did feel nice to sink back into the blankets and pillows.

“You sure you’re really okay?” she whispered as Elena tucked her in.

“Yes, hun,” she murmured, pausing to plant a kiss on her temple. “It’s just a dumb show. I get worked up about that kind of thing. Besides, I haven’t had a good cry in a while. It was nice.”

Chloe laughed softly, which quickly turned into a short fit of coughs. Elena rested a hand on her back, helping her through them.

“Hey, how about this? I’ll go get you some broth or something.”

“I’m not hungry,” she shook her head. Wrong move, apparently, as she watched Elena’s mom-persona come through.

“You haven’t eaten today.”

“No,” she sighed heavily.

“You need to get something down, Chlo. Even if it’s just a little.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Elena squinted at her, but smiled. “Be right back. Don’t move.”

“Uh-huh.”

Chloe’s eyes fluttered shut and she rubbed her face. Part of her was a little skeptical about Elena’s soap opera excuse, but then again, she was hard to make cry. In fact, she probably cried less than Chloe did, and that was really saying something. It was almost impressive. Maybe sappy shows like that gave her an excuse to cry. Like she said, it probably felt nice to get something out every once in a while. Even so, she still felt stupid for making such a big deal out of it...

“Hey,” came a bright chirp from the doorway of the bedroom. Chloe blinked wearily at Elena, who was holding a tray with a bowl of soup and crackers laid on it.

“Hi again,” she croaked, still trying to recover.

“How’s your throat?” She brought the tray to the bed and set it up over her lap.

“What is it? Day three of this mess?” she mumbled.

“Give or take,” Elena shrugged.

“Then, uh…” She paused to yawn. “Three days of pain and misery.”

“Oh, c’mon, it can’t be that bad,” she chuckled. “Nothing can bring the incomparable Ms. Frazer down, especially not a cold.”

“Oh, honey, that’s what I thought, too.” She leaned forward over the soup, basking in the feeling of steam over her face. She only wished she could smell the herbs and broth. “And now...well, here I am.”

“Here you are,” Elena nodded, sitting on the other side of the bed.

“Hey, no, you’re gonna get sick, too,” Chloe mumbled, trying to nudge her away. “It’s already bad enough that you’re taking this much care of me. Go back downstairs…”

“Absolutely not. I have a mega-immune system. Trust me. Besides,” she grinned, “You seem bored. I can’t let that stand. And my show’s over, anyway.”

“Bored is right,” she admitted.

“Yeah? Is that your excuse for nearly giving me a heart attack?”

“I didn’t mean to be that...aggressive,” she laughed shortly. Elena slid her hand over hers.

“No, it was cute. And it’s sweet that you care that much about me.”

“I was just afraid you were being attacked or something,” she half-joked. “I’ve got that sick-brain. Crazy thoughts and hallucinations and whatnot…”

“Sure,” Elena wrinkled her nose, then moved in to kiss her cheek again. Chloe leaned into it until she was done, then took a spoonful of soup. A wave of heat spread through her core as she swallowed.

“Mm...you know, I was a little worried about your cooking abilities when I first met you.”

“What?” Elena planted her hands on her hips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you’re American,” she teased. “You’re not exactly known for being the best cooks.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’ve got a good legion of cooking tips I picked up from other countries over the years, not just the States,” she grinned. “And I’d say that I’m not doing too bad, all things considered.”

“Oh, you’re wonderful, trust me! You’ve just pleasantly surprised me, that’s all.”

“Glad I didn’t disappoint, then.” Elena leaned her head on Chloe’s shoulder, who continued to slowly but surely make her way through lunch.

“I’m sorry I’ve ruined our vacation,” Chloe mumbled after a moment.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” she shrugged. “It’s not like you chose to have this illness or anything.”

“Maybe I did.”

“Well, then yes, you should be sorry,” she teased. Chloe laughed softly. There was another bit of silence.

“Really, though, it’s okay,” Elena murmured. “Any time I get to be with you is time well spent. Doesn’t matter what we do.”

“God, I love you.” Chloe smiled and gave the top of her head a kiss. “And that’s good, ‘cause I think it’s gonna be this way for the rest of the trip, babe.”

“I’ll stock up on soup, then.”

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Ahhhhhhh your dad!witchers are giving me LIFE. If you're feeling up for it, what would be the reactions of the witchers when they learn their S.O. is pregnant? Sorry if this isn't the right way to make a request!!

A/N: No babe you did perfect!! This is a great way to make a request!! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to finish!! And I hope it’s what you wanted :) 

ALSO just a little reminder that requests are open! I prefer them in my ask box but you can also dm me!! I’m always open to talking to you guys! Here is the link to my masterlist for more dad!witchers or other Witcher characters. Here is the link if you’d like to add yourself to my taglist. 

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, some angst, mostly fluff

Lambert

“Sit still, Lambert.” You told him, dabbing at the cut above his eye. He hissed and jerked away, bringing his hand up to hold your wrist away from him. 

“Could you be a little more gentle? Fucking hell. Feels like you’re trying to rub off my gods damned face.”

“I am not. You’re just being a baby.” You brought your other hand up to hold his cheek, keeping his face where you wanted it. “Now are you going to suck it up and let me help you or are you going to be an ass about it?”

He shook his head, pulling your hand from his face as he stood up. 

“I don’t have to deal with this.”

“Well this is the consequence of you starting a fight with a dozen men at the tavern, Lambert.” You threw the rag down on the table and put your hands on your hips. “I get pissed.”

“I don’t see why you’re pissed, Y/N! I did it for you! Most women find it endearing when a man fights for her honor.”

“I can fight for my own honor. I don’t need you to knock out an entire room full of men just because you can!”

“The bastard fucking grabbed your ass, Y/N!” Lambert turned to face you. “You thought I was gonna sit idly by and let you punch him once or twice?”

“His friends did nothing to me. They didn’t deserve to be beaten to bloody pulps.”

“They did if they were friends with that asshole.” He turned to walk away but you weren’t done yet. 

“Lambert, come back here and sit down. I need to finish looking at your damn face to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’ll be fine. They’ll heal up in a couple hours.”

“I don’t care if they heal up in a couple seconds. Come back here and sit down so that I know you are okay.”

He sighed heavily, turning around to face you. 

“Woman, you drive me fucking insane.”

“Good.”

“I’m a witcher! Cuts and bruises aren’t going to hurt me. I’m fine!”

You glared at him, arms crossed tightly over your chest. 

Why couldn’t he just listen to you? Why couldn’t he give you peace of mind? You just wanted to make sure he was okay, for crying out loud! You knew he would heal quickly, but your stomach still churned with the thought of him being hurt.

“Lambert. Come sit down. I won’t tell you again.”

“You’re not my fucking boss, Y/N.” He shook his head.

“But I am yours to watch over and protect, and you are mine. Come sit, now.”

“Not now.” He pulled the front door open. 

“I’m pregnant!” The words came out rushed and urgent. Your hands fell to your sides, curling into fists. 

The stubborn witcher stopped in his tracks. He didn’t turn to face you, not yet. But you could see the way he tensed up, almost hearing the breath sucked in through his parted lips. 

Tears sprung from nowhere, trailing down your cheeks. Your knees became shaky. You pulled a chair at the table out and sat down, hunched forward with your elbows on your knees. 

“I-I’m pregnant.” You repeated, but this time it was more quiet and gentle. “And I am absolutely afraid of-of having a baby, especially with you, Lambert.”

He turned around in the doorway but he couldn’t move any further. 

You shook your head, sitting back on the chair and wiping your cheeks. 

“You’re reckless. You don’t think about how your decisions could affect you in the long run. You act on impulse, on anger.” You paused for a moment to bite your bottom lip. “I love you more than you could ever believe. But I-I am afraid to have a child with you.”

When he said nothing, you looked up at him. His jaw was locked, brows drawn together just slightly as he gazed at you. 

“How do…. How do you….?” He couldn’t figure out how to say the word, to say that you were pregnant. The word got caught in his throat and left a bad aftertaste. 

“I’m late.”

“You’re never late.”

“No, you….” You stopped yourself from calling him an idiot. You shook your head and rubbed your brow. “That time of the month hasn’t happened in nearly two months.”

He was quiet for a few more moments before taking a deep breath, realizing what you were saying and what was happening. 

“Oh, fuck me.” He brought his hand up to rub his face.

“I did, love, and this is the result of that.”

He snorted at your terrible joke. 

His hands rested on his hips as he gazed at you, unsure of what to do, of what to say.

“You’re positive this is…. That you’re….”

“Yes. If I had any doubts, I wouldn’t have told you. And if-if you don’t want this, then I understand. I do. You didn’t-You didn’t sign up for this, for a baby. I won’t hold it against you. It’s completely okay.”

“Hold it against me?” He repeated, finally taking a step back into the house. “If I-If I bail on you? If I leave you for you having a-a…. a thing?” He gestured to his stomach. 

You dropped your gaze to your hands. 

“Do you really think that low of me?” Lambert’s voice was a quiet whisper, almost timid and unsure. He didn’t know if he wanted to hear your answer. 

“No, Lambert. I just-I don’t want to make you feel trapped.” You sniffled. 

The witcher was kneeling down in front of you before you knew it, taking your hands and holding them in his own. 

“I would never leave you to handle this on your own.” His voice was gentle, tender. You’d only heard this tone when he helped you through a panic attack or calmed you down after a bad nightmare. 

Lambert brought his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing tears away. 

“I-I love you, Y/N.” He murmured, leaning in to place a velvet kiss on your lips. His hand came up to hold the back of your head, keeping your forehead against his lips. “I love you, bug.”

“I love you.” You whispered, eyes closing tightly as tears trailed down your cheeks. 

Eskel

Eskel listened to the sound of the fire crackling the hearth, to the sound of Lil Bleater snoring all the way out in the barn. 

The night was quiet, but also so lively. There were many noises, many things to keep the witcher from sleeping. It wasn’t just the noise either. There were so many thoughts going through his mind. Any time he tried to close his eyes, the worst ones would make themselves known.

So instead of wasting his time and trying to sleep, he laid on the bed with his head on your stomach. You had been brushing your fingers through his dark hair in an attempt to calm him, but you ended up falling asleep. 

Eskel didn’t mind though. It was relaxing just to watch you rest, to know you trusted him enough to close your eyes and fall asleep. 

He closed his eyes, listening more intently to what was going on around your home. 

There was a herd of deer nearby. They were slowly making their way closer and closer to your garden. 

A fox had already snuck into your garden through a hole in the fencing caused by Lil Bleater earlier in the day. 

Eskel sighed, knowing very well he’d have to fix the fence in the morning. 

But then there was another sound, one closer than the creatures outside. It was a slow thump, quiet and gentle. It was almost…. a heartbeat. 

Eskel lifted his head, brows drawing together as he looked around the room. He wasn’t sure if he expected to see something or not. 

He sat up, brushing a few stray pieces of hair back out of his eyes, and looked down at you.

That was when he realized the sound was coming from you. It was a heartbeat…. in your stomach. 

His jaw locked, muscles tensing as he realized what it was that was making the noise. 

There was no way you were pregnant. You couldn’t be. You both were always so careful. And besides, it was extremely difficult for witchers to have children, but it wasn’t impossible. 

Eskel ran a hand over his face, shaking his head. No, no. He had to be dreaming. Maybe it was the lack of sleep finally getting to him. 

Still, he couldn’t help but look down at your stomach.

You shifted in the bed, spooking Eskel. He jolted a little but it didn’t seem to bother you. You rolled over on to your side, lips parting. 

What if you didn’t know you were pregnant? What if you were keeping it from him on purpose? What if it wasn’t his?

Eskel shook his head, realizing how dumb the thought was. You loved him. He could see it in the way you looked at him, the way you smiled when he was near and when you leaned into his touch when he was close enough. 

But what if you were keeping it from him because you didn’t want him to know? What if you didn’t want to have a child with him? With a scarred and mutilated witcher?

***

You woke up feeling someone brush their hand over your hair. You rubbed your eyes and peered up at Eskel. He was on his side propped up on one elbow facing you, occupying himself by brushing your messy hair down with his hand. 

“Good morning.” You smiled up at him, yawning and closing your eyes as you scooted closer to nuzzle your face into his chest. 

“Morning, doll.” He dipped his head down to kiss your head. 

Eskel didn’t want to frighten you, to scare you, but he really wanted to know if you knew. He needed to know. But he wasn’t willing to wake you up if you were going to go back to sleep. Your rest was more important than his sanity. 

So as you drifted off to sleep again, he focused on drawing shapes into your arm. 

A few more hours passed and you woke up once more. 

“How did you sleep?” He asked. 

You rolled over on to your back, swiping your hair away from your face. 

“Good.” You hummed, reaching up to cup his jaw. “How about you?”

“I, uh, couldn’t.” He cleared his throat, turning his head away from you to look across the room at nothing in particular.

“Not even a little?” You sat up, frowning.

He shook his head. 

“Too much on my mind.”

You found it weird that Eskel didn’t look at you. It was like he was avoiding your gaze, like he couldn’t look you in the eye. 

“What’s….. on your mind, Eskel?” You asked, tilting your head to the side a little. 

He shook his head, running a hand over his face. 

“Nothing.”

“I don’t believe you.” You reached out to stop him from getting up, your hand finding his arm. “Look at me, Eskel.”

With a soft sigh, his yellow eyes flickered up to you.

“Tell me, please.” You drew your eyebrows together and pouted just a little, hoping he’d comply. 

He held your gaze for a few heartbeats before letting out a soft breath. He leaned back, shoulders slumping and eyes falling to his hands. 

How was he supposed to tell you that you were carrying a baby? His baby?

“You’re pregnant.” 

The audible gasp that left your lips was enough to confirm his thoughts. 

“How-How do you….?” You couldn’t form a complete sentence. Your hand came up to hold your stomach. 

“I can hear its heartbeat.” He answered quietly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You looked down at your stomach and then back to your witcher. You closed the space between you and him and cupped his jaw with both hands. You tilted his face up, swiping the unruly pieces of dark hair from his forehead. 

“Don’t get that tone, Eskel.” You murmured.

“What tone?”

“The tone that tells me you’ve been stuck in your head too much, that you’re having too many bad thoughts.”

You pressed your lips together, studying his golden eyes.

“I didn’t tell you when I found out because I wanted to wait. I wanted to do something special. I was going to make you dinner and we were going to go for a walk to town and I was….” You trailed off, the excitement in your veins fizzling out when you saw that he still looked sad. “I promise I was going to tell you, Eskel. I’m-I’m sorry I didn’t sooner.”

“It’s not that, Y/N.” He shook his head, gently pulling your hands from his face. “I just…. What if I’m not good enough?”

Tears blurred your vision of the handsome witcher before you. You quickly wiped your cheeks before leaning in to kiss his lips. Your hand came up to the back of his neck, fingers gently tangling in his dark hair. 

“You are going to make an amazing father, Eskel.” Your words were whispered against his lips, your breath warm. 

His hand found your jaw, calloused pad of his thumb brushing across your cheek. 

He finally smiled, then chuckled softly, opening his eyes to meet your gaze. 

“I’m going to be a dad.”

Geralt 

You hummed softly, folding Geralt’s clean clothes as he gathered things from the other room. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to your witcher move about in the main room, gathering what things he might need for the Path. 

You put one of his shirts down, your fingers brushing over the gray material. Your eyes were focused on the buttons but your mind was elsewhere. 

You had put off telling him that you were expecting, thinking you’d be able to find the time to tell him the exciting news. However, duty called and the witcher was needed. Word had traveled that a town a few hours away was under attack by a pair of wyverns. Geralt had mentioned needing to leave soon for his duties, but this meant he’d leave sooner. 

“Dove?”

You lifted your head, finding him standing in the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, holding a few vials in his hand.

“Yes, love?”

“You’ve been awfully quiet all day.”

“Just busy.” You answered, offering him a gentle smile. 

He nodded, looking down to the vials.

“I know I’m leaving sooner than expected…. and I am sorry.”

“Don’t be, Geralt.” You shook your head. “It’s your duty. Don’t apologize for it.”

Geralt sighed, moving into the room. He put the vials down on your vanity and came to the bed. He pushed the clothes that you had neatly folded, messing them up.

“Geralt!” You teasingly smacked his arm. He smiled a little, sitting down in front of you.

“We had plans.” He said, taking your hand in his. “We were going to take a little trip to the coast. You were finally going to teach me how you make such delicious bread.”

“I can teach you another time.” You squeezed his fingers. “And there will be time later for the coast.”

He nodded, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. 

“I had a surprise for you, you know.” Your heart began to beat faster and you felt a little tingly. The smile on your lips grew. You brought your hand up to his cheek, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb over his skin.

“Do I get to know what it is?” He raised his brows just slightly. 

“We are going to be having a little one.” You giggled. 

His eyes widened and he looked down to your stomach. 

“You're…. You're pregnant?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “We’re going to be parents, Geralt.” 

A smile broke out across his lips, his hand coming up to rest on your stomach. 

“Are-Are you sure?” He asked quietly, husky voice tender and sweet. 

“I’m positive.” You nodded. 

Geralt brought his eyes back down to your stomach before pulling you in for a kiss. His hand came up to your cheek, the pad of his thumb trailing over the apple of your cheek. His hand that was on your stomach slid around to your side before he carefully drew you into his lap. 

“I can’t believe it. Is it a boy or girl?”

“Love, we won’t find that out until the baby is born.” You giggled softly.

“How long until that?”

“Oh, we have a while.”

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motivation*

summary: he always wants you all the time. he just needs a bit motivation to eventually give in

word count: 1973

warning: just a lot of 18+

“stay with me longer, maty”

Mat smiles tenderly at the name you call him as you pepper soft kisses across his jawline and up to his cheekbone. large palm grazing on your naked back, feeling the gentle skin under his fingertips. your thigh drapes over his naked torso, humming a deep sigh of relief when your lips keep touching his skin.

“I can’t baby. I’ve got practice, don’t i?” he replies, feeling your mouth forms into a pout and hears you huff out a disappointed sigh. “but I’ll be back at 4 and give my girl anything she wants. Sounds good?”

he moves his head and looks down at you, kissing the top of your head. Your eyes find their way to meet up with his beautiful ones, melting at the sight of his messy chocolate hair and naked chest on display just for you to see.

“I think i may have gripped your hair way too tight, last night” you decide to ignore his last question and open up another conversation.

with a deep chuckle, his hand moves to place it on your leg, a little bit under the curve of your ass. “I didn’t mind it last night and sure as hell don’t mind it right now.”

your lips curve into an exciting smile as you sit up straight, setting your elbow on the soft mattress to support your weight. “What do you say we recreate of what went down last night?” wiggling your eyebrows at him,

this time he lets out the loud laugh that you adore, shaking his head at how needy you are for him. “Not going to work, y/n. Coach is gonna kill me if I’m running late. Plus, don’t you have work today?”

“Pole dancing class doesn’t start in another four hours. I gave my students a bit more free time, they’re extremely exhausted from the last week’s practice. And i’ll be watching over my bar at around six. No longer than thirty minutes. Luna is coming with me.” You explain it to him, moving your long dark hair to the back as you shuffle under the blanket, watching him smiling at you as he bites his lip.

You smile back at him, “what?”

He gives you a shrug. “My girlfriend is a pole dancer slash pole dancing teacher, and manage one of the most successful bars in New York. Couldn’t ask for a sexier woman.” planting a wet kiss on your exposed neck. “Not to mention, you’re smart as fuck and play volleyball. I hit the jackpot, eh?”

You giggle at him, moving his head away from your skin and grabs the back of his hair. “I hit the jackpot too, baby. Got one of the sexiest men in the NHL who won the Calder trophy and skate like the fucking ‘Flash’.”

“Mhmm, that’s me” he smirks,

“Sooo” you trail off, reaching up to give his shoulders a firm grip, feeling them tense. “I wanna show my boyfriend a little appreciation--”

“Sweetheart, again. as much as i want you to, i can--”

“By giving you a blowjob”

He chokes mid-air after hearing you. Looking up into your eyes and realizing that you’re not playing around. With your naughty smile and seductively licking your upper lip, showing him that you’re not letting him go before he says yes.

As horny as this sounds, he wouldn’t mind being late to the practice because he cannot refuse his girlfriend to suck him.

He stammers a bit, your eyebrow raises at his attempt to say something. Large palms grabbing onto your naked waist as he pulls you closer to him.

“I guess i can tell the team that i overslept this morning.”

That makes you giggle as you slide yourself down to his pants, eyes never looking away from his. Dipping your fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer brief, listening to the sharp breath he takes before closing his eyes to calm himself.

“Good choice, baby.”

*

*

you and mat are sitting at the VIP’s booth, celebrating Lee’s birthday party. Few of the boys come with their girlfriends, drinks in their hands as they shamelessly make out with drunk giggles spill out of their mouths, causing a few cheers to erupt from the crowd. You cuddle with mat as he brings both of your legs and places them across his lap. His palm feels warm when he rubs your bare thigh.

“Sooo Y/N” Your eyes snap towards Grace, who has Ander’s arms around her waist pulling her close. “How’s work?”

“Pretty good. My legs are killing me right now actually due to this morning class” You chuckle, unaware of Mat looking at you as you speak. “The students are doing great. They followed my instructions pretty well. None of them break any pole... yet”

The whole table laughs at your statement as you sip your drink. Smiling and lean your temple against the couch, catching Mat’s inflated pupils looking at you adoringly.

“Ever thought about becoming a stripper though, babe?”

Grace’s question--which a joke--quickly pulls Mat out of his thoughts, tearing his eyes away from you and furrows his eyebrows. You, on the other hand, laugh hysterically.

“Grace come on, stop giving my girl crazy ideas! Her man is sitting here, for crying out loud!”

She shrugs her shoulders and gives an innocent smile. “Why not? Strippers make a lot of money”

“That’s true” You agree, wanting to see how he’ll react more.

He looks over at you, not noticing your playful smile as he points a finger. “Hey now missy, stop that.” And looks back at Grace. “Again, she’s my girl. There is no way i’m letting other men seeing her half-naked and shaking her ass in front of anyone” He snakes his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

His best friend, Tito laughs and shakes his head then say “Such a whipped motherfucker.” causing others to agree and laugh,

But Mat doesn’t care. yeah, so what if he’s whipped for you? He loves his girl so much and there is no fucking way he’s okay with old bald men touching his naked girlfriend. Would probably beat them to pulp one by one.

“Down, boy” you giggle, planting a quick kiss on his exposed neck making him shiver. “Let’s get you to relax, yeah? Come with me, baby.”

you swing your legs off of him and get up from the seat, intertwining his hands as he stands as well. Setting his empty glass on the wooden table.

“Be right back, guys. Need to loosen this one up.”

“If by loosen do you mean ‘fucking in public bathroom’?”

Honestly, you don’t know who says it but it makes you cackle. As a response, you throw a middle finger and hear the table cheer for it.

“Go get some, Barz!”

He laughs, slapping Tito’s shoulder. “i always do, man.”

And with that, you guide him to the restroom through a sea of dancing sweaty bodies. His eyes glued to your ass the whole time you walk in front of him. the small tight black dress compliments your figure, especially from this view. His teeth catch his bottom lip, chewing on it.

“Damn” He lets out, not having any more self-control he pulls you in so your back hits his chest, hearing you yelp.

“Easy, tiger. we almost made it.”

He hums, placing both of his hands on your stomach. Feeling himself growing hard as your plump ass brushing against the material of his jeans. “Can’t. You’re looking so hot tonight, i can’t control it.”

A soft giggle sputters from your lip as he attaches his mouth on your neck. Pushing the bathroom door open and quickly lock it so no one can get it.

“We have to be quick, okay?”

Mat spins you around and lifts you from the ground, placing you on the bathroom sink. Moving his mouth to yours, making out with you sloppily “Quick? I can be quick” He mumbles against your soft red lips, long fingers digging the inside of your thighs and spreading them open.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, feeling eager for his touch. He hikes your dress up, just enough for him to pull your panties down. removing his mouth from you and shift his eyes down. Groaning softly at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuck you’re so wet. Trying to kill me are you?” He breathes out a laugh and a smile plaster on his face.

“Maybe so” You tease, biting your lip as you lean back a little. Watching your boyfriend unbuckling his belt and pull his hard shaft out of the briefs, pumping it fast while you tease him more by circling your clit at a soft pace.

His other hand grips onto your waist and stepping closer. “Move your hand baby”

You oblige and extract your hand from your wet mound. Getting wetter at the view of your boyfriend pumping his long hard cock, grunting deeply before slipping the tip inside you.

The two of you sigh in pleasure, your eyes fall shut as he thrust in the entire length inside you. “Holy fuck you’re so tight.”

When he’s fully inside you, both his hands firmly grip your waist and start thrusting in and out, causing moans to keep falling out of your mouth. His eyes move to look at you. Tapping his thumb against your chin,

“Look at me, baby”

Though it’s a struggle, you manage to open your eyes and find him already staring back at yours. Hissing and moaning every time he thrusts faster into your pussy, the sound of skin slapping fill the entire bathroom.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you baby?” He praises with a smirk, a loose curl falling over his forehead as he watches you tremble. “Taking me so good tonight. Know exactly how to make me happy.”

“Oh fuck, Mat” you moan out his name, throwing your head back in pleasure. That encourages him to go even faster on pounding your pussy, grunting loudly. “Fuck me so good.”

“Yeah?” He removes a strand of hair from your face and his hand moves down to pull your tits out of the dress, quickly latching his mouth around your nipple. Sucking and gently biting the sensitive area.

“Right there, baby. Don’t stop, fuck!” You beg. Grabbing onto one of his broad shoulders, holding tight to it as he keeps going hard.

His eyes look up to you, keeping your head fall back and jaw drops open due to the ultimate pleasures he’s giving you. Makes him so cocky and burst out in pride seeing his girl writhing under his touch. “Gonna cum baby?”

You can only nod your head and mutters out ‘uh-huh’ as you ball your fists tightly, feeling your legs beginning to be sore and about to reach your high.

“Me too.” He hums out, standing back straight and watches your entire body responding perfectly to the thrusts he’s giving you. “i-i’m cumming”

After a few thrusts, he then groans loudly, squeezing his eyes shut and release his warm load inside of you, knowing you on the pill he feels relieved,

You follow soon after, clenching your stomach as you explode all over his cock. coating it with your cum.

He pants heavily, slowly pulling away from you as he sees you trying to recover from everything. Chest glisten with drops of sweat and breasts still out, noticing the few red marks around the areola,

Chuckling deeply soon as you open your eyes look at him. Giving him a tired yet satisfied smirk, making him lean down and give you a wet sloppy kiss before pulling away completely to help you clean yourself and tuck himself back into his pants.

“I’m one lucky, whipped motherfucker, all right.”

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omg this suck i apologize,  it’s 2 am from where i live lmao

[ragingbookdragon]

I Can’t Believe You’re Dating My Best Friend PT. 1

Batsis x Roy Harper (Arsenal) Story

Word Count: 3.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes

Author’s Note: I edited this so it reads better! Enjoy!- Thorne

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The shrill sound of her ringtone startled her from sleep, and she fumbled along the nightstand beside her for her phone; her thumb slid across the screen and she brought it to her ear, words still laced heavy with sleep. “Mmm…hello?”

A chuckle sounded from the line followed by someone asking, Are you still in bed, babe?

She groaned and rolled over, squinting at the alarm clock. “Boy-Toy, it’s nine A.M. on a Saturday. Yes. I’m still in bed.”

A slight pause came from the line then he muttered, …Well, I can’t say anything because I’m still in bed too.

“Okay, well I actually have a reason for sleeping in. I save Gotham all night. Staying up playing video games isn’t reason for sleeping in.” she retorted.

“I wasn’t playing video games all night! And I do too have a reason, (Y/N)!”

She hummed, feeling the amusement. “Hmm? And what’s that?”

…Uh…okay…I don’t have an actual reason for it.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and placed the phone down, laying back and stretching; she let out a groan as her bones popped, then picked up the phone.

That was a load groan babe. You alright?

“Yeah…just my body’s way of reminding me of how I spend my nights.”

With your legs wrapped around me? He flirted and she could practically see him waggling his brows.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’m hanging up now.”

Wait! I was just kidding! Sort of.

(Y/N) snorted. “You know, it's almost hilarious how easy it is to make you panic.”

You’re an evil woman.

She giggled and rolled out of her bed, moving to her bathroom. “I know.” She set the phone down and moved into her morning routine.

Am I coming over tonight?

(Y/N) paused as she was putting toothpaste on her toothbrush and looked at her phone. “I thought I was coming over there?”

Doesn’t matter where…so long as you do. He purred.

She grunted and shoved the toothbrush in her mouth. “The more sex jokes you make, the less I want to talk to you.”

You love me, babe.

She scoffed. “Jury’s still out on that one, Boy-Toy.”

I’m hurt, (Y/N). She grunted and began brushing her teeth, listening as he continued. Anyway…You came over here last week. We decided on me coming over this week.

(Y/N) spit into the sink, rinsing out her mouth. “You still have the key to the apartment in the east side?”

The one labeled…(Y/N)’s apartment?

She inhaled deeply and stared at the phone. “Yes Roy. The one labeled, ‘(Y/N)’s apartment’, would be the key I’m talking about.”

Why do I get the feeling that you’re exasperated right now?

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up the phone, moving back to her bed. “I haven’t the faintest clue as to why you’d feel that way.”

Uh huh. Sure.

She smiled. “But to answer your question, yes, that is the key.”

So, what time do I need to be over there?

“I’m free all day, so get here early, and we can spend the day together.”

You aren’t worried about your family finding out about the two of us?

“I’m not the one who’s going to get beaten to a bloody pulp when my brothers find out who I’m dating. That’s a you problem.”

She heard Roy let out a sarcastic laugh. So much for we’re all in this together.

(Y/N) let out a laugh. “Get a move on, Wildcat.” She heard him shuffle around.

I’ll be over there in about an hour.

“Alright. Meet me at the boardwalk.”

Will do. Love you, (Y/N).

“Love you too, Roy. Be careful.”

(Y/N) hung up the phone and put it back on the charger, moving back into her bathroom to shower. Once she was finished, she pulled on a pair of jeans and her Gotham Blades hoodie, and left her room, descending the stairs into the breakfast room.

She stepped in, taking in the view of her family gathered around the breakfast table. She moved beside Alfred, kissing his cheek before moving to her father and doing the same; she took her seat between Jason and Tim. “Good morning family.”

She received various replies, and Jason looked at her. “Where are you going today, Princess?”

(Y/N) glanced at him and sipped on the coffee Alfred put in front of her. “Nowhere special. Just out and about.” He nodded and her phone buzzed; she looked at it and laughed quietly, shaking her head before shoving it in her pocket.

Someone hummed and she immediately scowled knowing it was Dick. “Jason. Was that a giggle she directed at her phone?”

Jason nodded at their eldest brother’s question. “I think it was, Dickie.” He leaned in. “Who’d you get a text from, Princess?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “None of your business. That’s who.”

Dick leaned across the table with a smirk. “Is it a boy?”

“Is it any of your business?” she retorted, glaring daggers at him.

Damian crossed his arms over his chest. “You seem very reluctant to answer the question, sister.”

(Y/N) sighed at her younger brother. “It’s just a friend, Damian.”

Tim snorted into his coffee cup. “No, it’s not. Not with that laugh you just gave.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s just a friend and who he is, is none of your business.” She stood up. “So, leave it alone.” She walked around the table to her father, and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek again. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

(Y/N) started making her way to the garage when she heard scraping chairs followed by scrambling feet. She turned as she was getting into her Camaro. “What the hell is wrong with you all?”

Jason stared at her. “What do you mean, ‘I’ll be back tomorrow’?”

She gestured vaguely with her hand, repeating, It means…I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“And where are you going to be?” Dick questioned, squeezing into the doorway beside Jason.

“Take a wild guess where I’m going to be all night, Dickie.” She smirked and gave them a wink as their eyes went wide; she climbed in the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition.

They ran over, standing on either side of the car; Jason tapped on the window. “Roll the window down, (Y/N). Now.”

She pulled a confused expression. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” She motioned to the glass, then her ears. “Sound-proof glass—can’t hear you!” His face pinched and she heard Dick tap on the other window.

“(Y/N), where are you going?!” he shouted.

Reaching up to the visor, she hit the button to open the garage, watching it fold up in front of her, and she looked over. “What was that?”

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING!” Dick shouted louder this time.

She pulled a mock look of concern and asked, “You don’t want me to call you all night?” She put a hand to her chest in hurt. “Dickie, that hurts my feelings that you don’t want your baby sister to call you! Especially since we talk every night!”

“THAT’S NOT WHAT I SAID!” he slapped the window to accentuate his point. “YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT WHAT I SA—"

“Don’t worry, I won’t!” (Y/N) waved and though they tried to stop her, she hit the accelerator and took off, hauling down and out of the gate, cackling the entire time.

***

The drive to the boardwalk went smoothly, save for the time she had to put on ‘do not disturb’ on her phone because her family wouldn’t leave her alone about where she was going. When she got to the boardwalk, she called Roy.

He picked up after a few rings. Hello?

“Where are you, Roy?”

Pulling into a parking spot. Where are you?

(Y/N) looked around, staring outside her windows. “In a Camaro.”

Roy sighed. Babe…do you know how many people drive Camaros in this state?

“Well…statistics show that eleven percent of people ages eighteen to twenty-nine drive Chevy’s. What percentage of those drivers are Camaro drivers, isn’t known.” She listened to Roy sigh again and she giggled. “Have you ever seen Transformers?”

Yeah...why?

“My Camaro looks like Bumblebee.”

She heard Roy slam his car door. Put your flashers on really quick. She did. Alright I see you. Be right there.

(Y/N) turned off the car and opened the door, sticking a foot out to prop it open while she pulled a piece of paper out and began jotting a few words down before sticking it on the console, her phone laying just next to it.

Someone opened the door from where it lay against her shin and asked, “What are you doing, babe?”

She snorted before opening her glove compartment and pulling out another cellphone. “Leaving my family a friendly note.”

“And what does this friendly note say?” Roy chuckled.

She climbed out of the car and shut the door with her hip then wound her arms around his middle, smiling, “Says, ‘Get a life and stop budding into mine, losers.’.”

Roy chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist, the other resting on the top of the car as he leant her backwards against the door. “They’re not gonna have fun when they find out you ditched your phone and car.” He moved his lips against her jaw, pressing a kiss to her skin. “They’ll lose their only way to track you.”

“That sounds like their personal problem and not mine.” (Y/N) breathed, tipping her head ever so slightly for him.

The corner of Roy’s mouth rose, and he pressed one final kiss to the underside of her jaw before he pulled away, holding out a hand. “Well…since you’re not worried about the rest of the night…shall we go have some fun?”

She nodded and laced her fingers through his. “Where do you want to go?”

He hummed, eyes scanning the expanse of the boardwalk. “I could honestly eat right now…you?”

“Food sounds great.” She paused and looked at her phone. “There’s a Hard Rock Cafe a couple blocks from here. Want to go there?”

“Do they have burgers?”

“What do you mean, ‘do they have burgers’? It’s the Hard Rock Cafe. Of course, they have burgers.” Slowly, her face dropped, and she gaped at him. “…Don’t tell me you’ve never been to one.”

Roy gave her a weak smile. “Guilty.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she started dragging Roy behind her. “I can’t believe you’ve never been to an HRC. It’s practically sacrilegious to live in the US and not eat there.” She tossed a look over her shoulder. “You’re an abomination, Roy Harper. A goddamn abomination.”

“And you’re dating this goddamn abomination.” He retorted with a smile. “So, what’s that say about you?”

“That I’m probably on the Highway to Hell. But if I’m going, I’ll go laughing.”

She watched Roy’s head tip back as he chuckled, then he glanced at her, wiping his eyes. “I swear you and him are just like each other.”

(Y/N)’s eyebrow rose. “Who? Jason?” He nodded and she grunted. “We are not alike.”

Roy pressed a kiss to her hand and grinned at her. “Oh, yes you are.”

She glared. “Agree to disagree.” Roy shook his head and let her lead them to the restaurant.

They’d gotten there rather early and being ahead of the lunch crowd meant they were seated in a decent spot. The waiter had given them their menus and walked off, leaving them to decide their orders and after about ten minutes, the restaurant had been hit with the first wave of lunch-goers.

Roy looked around at the families enjoying a nice Saturday lunch and murmured, “Pretty busy today, huh?”

(Y/N) didn’t draw her eyes from the menu as she replied, “It’s Saturday, Roy. Everyone’s out for the weekend.”

He merely hummed in response and glanced at the menu. “So…what’s good here?”

“Are you reading the menu, Roy?”

“Let me rephrase that,” he laughed. “What do you recommend?”

(Y/N) grinned and flipped her menu around. “Any of the burgers, but I usually get the Original Legendary with a Mango-Berry Cooler to drink.”

The drink sounded alcoholic and with a frown he started, “(Y/N), babe…you know I don’t—”

“The Mango-Berry Cooler is nonalcoholic.” She interrupted with a knowing stare and he shut his mouth; she smiled at him. “I wouldn’t drink in front of you like that. Or recommend an alcoholic drink, Roy. You know me better than that.”

He rubbed the back of his neck feeling rather foolish for thinking she would do something like that. “I know, (Y/N)…sorry.”

She waved him off. “Don’t worry about it.” Taking his hand, she rubbed her calloused thumb over his knuckles. “I’m proud of your sobriety, Roy. I know it’s been a long road and it’ll always be one. But I’m here to support you. Always will be.” (Y/N) watched his face light up and she felt her heart flutter.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Really.”

Winking, she whispered, “Always.”

***

The server brought their food and they started eating but halfway through the meal, Roy happened to look out the window, and choked on his drink. (Y/N) put down her burger and leaned forward. “Oh my God. Are you okay, Roy?”

He coughed harshly and motioned to the window, spitting out, “B-Bro—thers!”

(Y/N)’s eyebrows drew together, and she glanced over her shoulder, and sure enough all four of her brothers were there in line; her eyes widened, and she put her head down. “Motherfucker!”

Roy tipped his hat down. “What are we gonna do?!”

She panicked for a second before waving a server over. “Yes miss? Is something wrong?”

Motioning to her brothers, she asked, “See those four boys over there?” His eyes flitted to them and he nodded. “Those are my brothers, and this boy here is my boyfriend…who also happens to be one of my brother’s best friends…and we also haven’t told them about us.” She smiled. “Do you get what I’m saying?”

He chuckled and nodded. “Yes, miss. If you’ll follow me, I can lead you to the back door.”

(Y/N) sighed, and somehow, they managed to make their way to the back exit without being seen. She turned to the server, pulling some money from her wallet, handing it to him. “Here’s two hundred…for the meal, tip, and the escape route.” He stared at the two hundred-dollar bills and she spoke again. “Do you have a piece of paper and a pen?” He nodded and handed it to her, watching as she jotted down some words.

She handed it to him. “Give that to them before they leave, would you?” He nodded again and she winked. “Thanks!” She took Roy’s hand and they sprinted out the backdoor, taking off back to the boardwalk to his car.

When they got there, they leaned against the hood of his car, catching their breaths. He motioned to her. “What did…you write…on that paper?”

(Y/N) let out a breathless giggle. “I wrote, ‘You’re getting colder, losers.’.”

The two of them started laughing and when they finally caught their breaths, he looked at her. “Wanna head to the apartment?” She nodded, and they got in his car.

***

The drive over wasn’t too far and when they got there, she collapsed onto the couch and groaned; (Y/N) felt him sit down beside her and she twisted her head up to look at him. He smiled down at her. “You good?”

She nodded and inched forward, resting her head in his lap. “Just tired.”

“Tired…or bored?” Roy snorted and (Y/N) laughed.

“Both?” He chuckled and they sat in silence for a while, Roy flipping through the channels on the TV. After about an hour, his phone rang; he picked it up and grimaced. “Who is it?” she asked.

“Your brother.”

“Which one?”

“Jaybird.”

(Y/N) motioned to the phone. “Put it on speaker and let me listen.”

He sighed and answered it, putting it on speaker. “Hello?”

Roy.

“Yes, Jaybird? What can I do for you?”

I thought I told you to stop calling me that.

Roy shrugged. “You did…but you aren’t here, so…” (Y/N) grinned at him.

Whatever jerk-off, it’s beside the point. Have you seen or heard from (Y/N)?

“Why? Is something wrong?”

She heard Jason sigh. We think she’s spending the night with a boy, but we can’t find her. She’s been giving us the slip all day.

Roy looked down at a grinning (Y/N), who was struggling to hold in her giggles. “Oh yeah? Master-Escape-Artist-Miss-Batgirl is giving y’all the slip? Who would’ve thought she was capable.”

Look smart-ass, have you seen her?

“Not today I haven’t.”

Damnit.

Roy smirked and looked at the phone. “Can I ask you a question, Jaybird?”

I’m seriously going to throat punch you if you call me that again.

“Uh huh, sure, but in all seriousness, why’re you so concerned about (Y/N)? She’s a grown woman—she can handle herself.”

Well for starters, she’s my baby sister. She’s not old enough to spend the night with a boy.

Roy laughed. “Dude, she’s twenty-two. She’s not the innocent little angel that the city of Gotham sees. Far from it in fact.”

There was a long pause and when Jason spoke again, he sounded suspicious. And how do you know that, Roy?

His eyes widened, and he glanced down at (Y/N). “Uh…I just…do?” Her eyes went wide at his response and she gaped at him, motioning to the phone; he muted it.

“Are you out of your goddamned mind, Roy?!”

He threw his hands up. “I panicked!”

“No fucking shit!” (Y/N) cradled her head in her hands. “Oh God, he’s gonna figure out its you.”

Roy whined. “No, he won’t.”

She opened her mouth to speak when Jason came back over the line, his voice quiet. I’m tracking your phone, Harper. Their eyes went wide, and they stared at the phone. If I get over there and I find (Y/N) with you…I’m gonna rip your spine out through your ass.

The line went dead, and they sat in silence for a few minutes, then she offered, “You wouldn’t happen to have your suit with you…would you?”

“Should I go put it on?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I think we should get out into the city…we’re in so much trouble now.” The two of them hurried into the master bedroom, shucking off their clothes to suit-up.

Roy stared shamelessly at her as she slipped her suit on. “Hey, Batgirl?”

She didn’t look at him as she pulled the zipper. “What?”

“Think we’re gonna get out of this alive?”

(Y/N) barked a laugh as she twist-locked her gloves in place. “Absolutely not. I assume that tonight, you’re going to get your ass kicked…repeatedly and I’m going to find myself the subject of unwanted lectures about dating brother’s best friends.”

Roy didn’t even seem fazed by it, nodding, “I figured that was what was going to happen.”

She nodded and walked over, wrapping her arms around his middle. “We’re in this together, Arsenal.” (Y/N) hummed and moved her hands to his butt, squeezing it. “Or should I say Ass-senal? You know what? I could just say ‘Arse-nal’ since ‘arse’ means ‘ass’.”

Roy reached behind him and grabbed her hands, walking her backwards until her she hit the wall; he brought her hands above her head and stood between her legs. “What is it with you and touching asses?”

She stared up at him with an eyebrow arched. “Was that rhetorical? Or do you actually want my answer?” Roy chuckled at her and she continued. “I mean I like touching your ass.” She leaned as much as she could and glanced at it before moving back to him. “It’s a nice ass. Nicer than Wally’s even.”

The hands around her wrists tightened ever so slightly. “Have you been touching Wally’s ass?”

(Y/N) giggled. “I touch everyone’s ass. Especially nice ones. Like Wally’s.”

“Wha—Why?”

She shrugged. “If he’s a cutie, gotta tap that booty.” (Y/N) watched Roy’s contort and she burst into giggles. “Oh, your face was so worth that line.” His grip loosened, and she looked at him, then his hands moved to her haunches, hoisting her up against the wall; her legs went around his waist and she moved her arms to his neck. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and smirked at him. “What’s wrong, Roy?”

He glared at her. “You really like walking the line don’t you, babe?”

She shrugged innocently, murmuring, “See Boy-Toy, it’s not so much walking the line as it is seeing just how far I can get before someone calls me out.”

Roy smirked at her. “Good thing I’m around to do it for you.” (Y/N) simply grinned at him and he leaned in, his lips brushing hers. “Think we have time to shake sheets?”

Before she could even response, the front door slammed shut, echoing through the apartment. “Roy! Where the fuck are you! I know you’re here!”

The two of them glanced towards the door and she muttered, “No, Roy…I don’t think we do.”