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Maybe in Another Life - Dean x fem!reader part 4

In this universe, Chuck had won, Dean, Sam, and (Y/N) were the only ones left. They must find another reality to live so they can find a way to bring back their own. But after getting separated, (Y/N) must find her Dean while working with this universe’s hunters.

Also Season 15 spoilers

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2005

(Y/N) was a young hunter down on her luck. She was on her last twenty bucks and her last tank of gas. She wanted to get this hunt done so she could go down to Vegas to hustle a couple old men out of a couple hundred bucks. Selling pictures of her body wasn’t honest work, but it was work.

For right now, hunting was more of a duty than a pay bill, her parents had been killed by a vampire clan with (Y/N) narrowly escaping. So when she heard that the vampires who killed her parents were back in town, she wanted revenge. The only problem was that she had to team up with John Winchester. The guy was a complete hardass, military-like instructions. He had little to no respect for anyone, including his own kid.

After the hunt and telling Mr. Winchester the place on her body that he could place his dusty, crusty lips on, she was walking back to her car or as she liked to call it, the mansion. Behind her, she could hear a car pull up and John Winchester saying he would be back soon. She looked over her shoulder, seeing John getting in a car and his son, Dean watching the car leave.

His eyes then landed on her. Dean started jogging towards her car. This outta be good. The guy was a flirt... A good flirt, but a flirt nonetheless. But something told her that behind shell was a heart of gold and so much trauma, it reminded her a lot of herself. Alone in a dark world that kept getting darker.

“What’s wrong? Daddy dearest kick you out?” She asked as she opened the door and threw her bag into the passenger seat.

“Uh no, he went out on his own for a hunt.” He looked at the ground awkwardly, “I wanna apologize about him. He’s kind of-”

“An asshole?” She finished the sentence.

Dean slipped his hands into his pockets, “I was gonna say rough around the edges.”

“If by rough you mean sandpaper.” She looked at him, “Sure.”

Dean smiled, his bright green eyes sparkling, “I guess. Uh, where you headed?”

She sighed and looked at him, “I dunno. Wherever I can earn my next dollar.” She got into her car and closed the door, turning the key. And turning the key. The key, turning. Car not starting.

“Son of a bitch!” She slammed her hand against the wheel. Dean gave her a innocent looked, leaning down into her window.

“Did you know this model is notorious for just not working?”

She looked back at him, “I am well aware.” She rested her head against the steering wheel, “It was all I could afford at the time. And now I’m screwed.”

“Well...” He opened her door, “You could hitch a ride with me.” She turned her head, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What’s the catch? Because this.” She motioned to her body, “Aint free.”

Dean backed off quickly, holding his hands up in surrender, “Woah woah, sweetheart. I ain’t that kinda guy. Not that you’re not...” He looked her up in down, “Incredibly beautiful. But I feel like you deserve it after my dad said what he said.”

“You mean when he told me that the reason the vampires killed my parents was because I wasn’t strong enough at the ripe age of ten?” She got out of the car, grabbing her bag.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He smirked, “I also wanted to apologize for that over a slice of pie at that diner we passed on the way into town.” She hummed, tapping her chin as she walked to the back of her car, hitting it just right so that the trunk opened.

“I don’t have any money.” She said, “So I can’t pay you back until later.”

“I don’t have money either.” He shrugged, reaching into the trunk and grabbing a suitcase of all her worldly possessions, “I’m just really good at shooting pool.”

“Hey dad, it’s Dean again... Why aren’t you answering your phone? And what the hell was that voicemail you left me?” (Y/N) watched Dean grip onto the payphone tightly. They were sitting outside an apartment near Stanford university where Dean was going to talk his brother into trying to find their dad on a hunt that he hadn’t come back and hadn’t answered his phone. In the days since Dean and (Y/N) had been driving, they had actually gotten to know each other very well, they were becoming close friends.

After the line went dead, Dean got back into the Impala and cursed, gripping onto the steering wheel.

“Look, you don’t have to be apart of this if you don’t want to.” Dean looked at (Y/N).

She shook her head, “You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Dean-Bean.” She reached into her bag of cherry twizzlers, taking a bite, “Plus.” She said around the candy, “He may be an asshole, but he probably needs help.”

Dean chuckled, leaning over and taking a bite of the twizzler in her hand, “I appreciate it, sweetheart.” He winked.

“Awh.” She pouted dramatically, “I don’t get a fun nickname?”

“How about snookums?”

“Oh absolutely not.” She laughed.

“Honeybunches?”

“No.”

“Sugar booger?”

“The Spanish word for no is no.”

Dean shook his head, “Alright, alright. How about sweetheart when you’re sweet, and sweet-tart when you’re a little crabby?”

“I do not get crabby.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows at her.

She rolled her eyes, reaching down on the floor of the car in front of her and pulling a burger out of the bag, “Shut up and eat.”

2006

After the semi truck crashed into them, John, Sam, and (Y/N) were left with minor injuries while Dean was left in critical condition. He was in a coma, hooked up to a wall of machinery and a breathing tube in his throat.

(Y/N) had been confined to her room with a broken ankle, kept in touch by Sam who would come in to explain what was happening. Dean was in the space between life and death and John was going to summon the demon he had been searching for to get revenge against him for... well, for everything.

As she lay in her bed, tears in her eyes, she spoke to no one, but hoped he was listening.

“I don’t know if you’re hear right now, Dean. But...” She inhaled deeply, “But I want you to know that I love you.” She chuckled, “And I know you’re probably thinking that I’m only saying this because you’re having your out of body experience moment and you could die. The reality is that I love you. You put up that flirty, whore persona, but I know who you really are. Those nights when we’re alone and we talk about our lives together and depression backstories. I’ve never trusted anyone more. And I love you. So...” She looked around, “So please, don’t die on me. I don’t know if I can do this without you.”

Finally, (Y/N) had managed to get into a wheel chair in the night, the night that Dean woke up. The night John died in the basement of the hospital, giving his life for Dean’s.

Sam was passed out asleep in a chair next to Dean’s bed while Dean was wide awake, staring out the window.

“Hey...” She said softly, rolling up to the side of his bed. He glanced at her, a small smile pulled at his lips.

“How’s it goin’, hot wheels?”

She sighed, “You were literally in limbo this morning, but now we’re laughs?”

“Gotta get through the pain somehow.” He looked back towards the window. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a slight squeeze.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” She said, “My last words weren’t kind to him. If I would have known...”

Dean shook his head, “Nah, you had every right to talk to him like that. Especially after the last few days.” He looked down at her, “I heard you by the way.”

Her eyes widened, “No, you didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“No, no, you didn’t.”

“You called me a whore.” He spoke in a hushed voice, taking a small glance at Sam before looking back at (Y/N).

“Well, you are.” She shrugged, “Kinda.”

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed, “Look... My point is... The feelings are mutual.” Her eyes widened.

“I was on death’s door, I’m not gonna deny what I’m feeling anymore.” He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles, “I love you.”

As they started searching around the town, Sam was finally able to get ahold of Dean.

“Dean? Dean, is everything alright?” Sam asked into the phone. Jack and (Y/N) head’s snapped back towards Sam on the phone. Her heart felt a little less heavy then. Dean was alive and that meant she hadn’t lost everything.

“Okay, we’re in downtown Hastings, we really need to plan out our next move.” Sam said. After a moment, Sam looked up at her, “Yeah, she’s still here.”

That was the other thing that made her heart feel heavy, call it survivors guilt. She came from a dead universe, just like all those hunters had, and she was still there.

It was scary being on an empty planet. You never realize how much noise the world made until the world had gone silent. Everyone in Hastings was gone. Everyone in Minnesota was gone. The whole world. They were all that was left. They made to an intersection on an empty street. Cars stopped or crashed where they were last operated. The soft puttering of the Impala made them pause. Dean parked it on the street corner, getting out and looking around the abandoned town.

Dean walked over to the group, closest to (Y/N), reaching down and holding her hand. She welcomed this touch, knowing it well. He was devastated, he needed something to ground to the world. He was shaking slightly, not enough to be detected by the human eye.

“Everyone's gone.” Sam said, “You see anybody on the way here?”

“No.” Dean answered, sounding like he didn’t believe it himself.

“I couldn't save anybody. Billie-”

“It wasn't Billie. It was Chuck.” Dean said.

“What?” Sam and (Y/N) asked together.

“Where's Cas?” Jack asked. It was only then that she realized that Cas was no where to be found. And when Jack said his name, Dean’s hand clenched down on hers.

“Dean?” Sam asked hesitantly.

Dean looked everywhere but the Nephilim, “He saved me. Billie was coming after us, and Cas summoned the Empty. It took her. And it took him. Cas is gone.” Jack looked like his whole world had fallen apart, and it had. His father was gone.

“This can't be happening.” Sam shook his head. Maybe in a state of shock.

“It is, Sam. I think everyone's gone.” Sam shook his head, bringing his phone out and making a call.

Dean dropped her hand, walking to the young boy, “Jack, I'm sorry.” (Y/N) stayed in his position in the street, looking around.

This was impossible. They had no option. No plan. It all seemed so hopeless. Maybe she couldn’t save them... She couldn’t save this world. How could she save a world that was already gone?

They made their way to a diner in town and made their way inside to regroup. The diner looked like everyone had dropped what they were doing - eating- and disappeared. Food was still on the table, the fryer was still crackling in the kitchen. On the television was what was supposed to be a football game, but all the screen showed was an empty stadium and an empty field.

“Hey,” Dean motioned to the TV, “It brings a whole new meaning to the term "sudden death." He turned the bar’s tap off so the stream of beer coming from the stout ceased.

“Do you think we're it?” Sam asked, “All that's left?”

Dean chuckled darkly, “Yeah. You, me, her, Jack.” He looked out to the window where Jack was sitting on a large cement planter. He asked for space to come to terms with the fact that Castiel was gone. He needed it. Honestly, they all needed it. She had lost Cas before, but losing him again was twice as hard. Dean had poured himself a pint. Alcohol had always been his vice.

Soon enough though, Jack made his way inside, staring at the hunters, “Hey. So, um, what now?”

“I did this.” Sam spoke up, “We could have just given Chuck what he wanted, you know, his grand finale. But I resisted. I pulled the thread. I thought we could beat this game, do it better. We tried to rewrite him, and the whole world paid the price.” Sam looked at (Y/N), “I’m sorry. But you’re mission to save us... I ruined it.”

“Sam, we can-”

“We can what?” Sam interrupted his brother, “There's nothing left, Dean. No one left to save. Everybody's gone.”

“You can't just give up.” Jack spoke up.

“What other choice do we have?” Sam snapped back.

Sam and Dean decided to hash it out with Chuck, agree to his ending of brother against brother. If it meant that they could get things back to the way it was, maybe they could try something new. They had dropped (Y/N) and Jack off at the bunker before leaving.

The two were left at the bunker, hoping the plan would work, but frankly their nerves were shot that hope seemed like a fever dream. (Y/N) had made food but both of them were too emotionally devastated to really eat.

As (Y/N) was cleaning up dishes, Jack walked into the kitchen silently.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

She turned and gave him a soft smile, “Yeah?”

Jack came around, grabbing a dish towel and slowly drying off a bowl, “I was just wondering what I was like in your world.”

She hummed, “You’re pretty much the same. I think you ate a little more nougat though.”

“I feel like I was happier.” He said, drying a cup.

“Why’s that?”

Jack paused his drying and looked up at her, “Because I would have had you since the beginning. You have been so kind and warm to me. Even after all the things I’ve done.”

She looked at him, handing him a plate, “Jack-a-bug, you have powers that angels have had millennia to master.” She looked at him, “You’re still learning. When you’re learning sometimes you do things you didn’t mean to and you feel awful. But for how long you’ve been with us, with how much you’ve learned, I think you’re doing great.”

Jack nodded and then looked at her with a head tilt that reminded her so much of her friend in the trench coat, “Jack-a-bug?” He asked.

She let out a small laugh, “Oh yeah.” She shook her head, “That’s what I called my Jack. I had a lot of nicknames for you. Sweet boy, Dean two, Jack-a-bug. I’m pretty sure he hated it though.”

“No.” He said, “I like them. They make me feel... Special.”

She smiled, cupping his cheek, “That’s because you are. Not because you’re a Nephilim. Because you’re ours.” He smiled weakly, then excused himself to bed.

(Y/N) was sitting at the world map table, waiting for the brothers to get home. When they did, she stood up from the table, look expectantly. Sam only shook his head and went straight to his room. Dean however stood in the entrance of the room.

“What’d he say?” She asked. She had an idea of the answer, but she needed to hear it.

“Uh, he wants us to rot here.” He said casually. He walked into the room, cupping her cheeks in his hands, “So what do you say me and you play catch-up over some whiskey?”

“Dean-” She said, holding his wrists to take them off her cheeks.

“Sweet-tart.” He sighed, looking down at her, “There’s nothing we can do right now. Or maybe at all. Please.” He rested his forehead on hers, “Can we please just... Let’s just have tonight. No universe difference, no your Dean my (Y/N). Just be mine for tonight.”

“Okay.” She said softly, giving his hands a squeeze, “But if you call me sweet-tart again, I’m gonna drink your good whiskey that you hide in garage.”

He narrowed his eyes, a sly smile on his face, “How do you know where I hid that?"

She hummed and leaned up, rubbing her nose on his, "Who do you think put it there in the first place."

He chuckled, dropping his hands from her face to her hands, pulling her towards the garage.

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xandertheundead · 4 years

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Can I get Eddie as...a physical trainer?

Oooh! Man, Anons, you guys are coming up with good stuff! Here you go!

Honestly?

When Richie has signed up with the fancy new gym in downtown L.A he really didn’t think he’d like it. Yeah the two different saunas were great, one even had eucalyptus in it so you could really get over a cold in there, and all the equipment was new and shiny but working out had never really been his thing. Unfortunately when he and Stan started co-writing the new hitman show, everyone decided that he really needed to gain some muscle if he was going to play one of said hitmen.

“You should get a personal trainer.”

Richie scowled at his friend, Stan sitting on Richie’s couch with his laptop in his lap and a cherry pull-n-peel between his lips. Mike always said he always found it sexy when Stan ate, but honestly the way his friend dissected and pulled apart that poor Twizzler was more terrifying than sexy.

“Why?”

Stan raised that eyebrow that always meant Richie was doomed. “Have you actually been to the gym yet?”

“Yeah!” Richie cried, offended that Stan would even ask.

“To actually work out?”

“Er…” Richie shrank back when Stan lodged an eraser at his head. “Hey! Violence in the workplace! Don’t make me call your supervisor.”

Stan wasn’t even fazed by it and just gave Richie a disapproving frown. “Richie, you’re about to play a world class assassin and you literally have jelly arms. Hire a fucking personal trainer. They know what will help best and will keep you consistent cause you’re also taking up their time.”

“Ugh.” Richie groaned, the whole bag of puff Cheetos that he had devoured for breakfast now sat like a rock in his stomach. “Fine. But if they try to make me drink a protein shake I’m out.”

Stan gave that comment and eye roll and turned to pick up his phone. “You said you’re at the lifetime fitness gym in L.A? I think Mike’s running buddy works there. He’s really good at his job.”

That was how Richie met Eddie.

Richie was so damn gone the second he saw those fucking thighs in those red shorts. Those had to be fucking illegal, weren’t all althete dudes supposed to wear baggy ass basketball shorts? These were red and went way above the fucking knee and when Eddie bent over to help Richie pick up equipment, Richie about hyperventilated at the sheer ass the man had on him.

Eddie explained during their fourth session that they were running shorts and that serious runners tended to wear them because they offered less resistance. Eddie then cocked an eyebrow at him and asked why Richie had wanted to know and Richie oh so intelligently replied, “Nah, they’re great. Really hug the assets.”

He was so glad Eddie didn’t drop him as a client right then and there, though Stan let him know that Eddie went drinking with Mike that night and just spilled the whole story. But Eddie didn’t seem deterred, in fact after that he seemed almost...more...terred? Richie didn’t know if that was a word, but the way he would see Eddie watching him after that was more than just someone trying to teach a person how to use the rowing machine correctly.

When Eddie would spot him on the weights, Richie couldn’t help but stare up at him. The tanned skin, the cute nose, purses lips and large dark brown eyes that were honestly so damn unfair.

Eddie was beautiful, funny, hot-tempered, smart, a clean freak and health nut. He double majored in physical fitness and nutrition because he had something to prove to his mom and he liked to talk about cars.

God, Richie was just stupid with love after four months in, even with busy filming schedules and shooting on locations, Richie’s way to relax was to come home and watch TV and then head to the gym to see Eddie.

It helped that Eddie was always happy to see him.

Then Richie made the offer to get coffee together and Eddie seemed to freeze up, his tone and wording going a little stilted and Richie wondered if he’d messed up. Maybe Eddie thought it was like a date and didn’t actually feel like that towards him.

“Just as friends! Nothing like-sexy or romantic. Just coffee and probably a scone for me cause I’m a scone-slut.”

That didn’t seem to make it better, if anything now Eddie looked disappointed and Richie had no idea how to backtrack after that. Luckily, Richie received a text from Eddie two days later saying he was free Wednesdays and Fridays.

They went out for coffee, they went out for lunch, hell sometimes they even joined Stan and Mike for drinks. He loved it, loved getting to really know Eddie, to learn about his life in depth and watch his expressions with every story. There was even a moment where they had both been drinking at the bar, Stan and Mike had gone home hours ago and the last call was just about to ring. Eddie had leaned over in the booth, resting his head on Richie’s shoulder and when Richie had turned to look down at him, Eddie had turned his face to look up and Richie could have sworn they were both leaning in for it…

Then the bartenders loud yell broke them apart and Eddie hurriedly said his goodbyes, almost sprinting to his Uber.

It hurt a bit, but Richie would honestly rather have had Eddie’s friendship than not have him at all so he was fine with this. It was fine.

Which was why he was so so calm when the girl in her young twenties informed Richie at his next session that they would be switching him to a new trainer.

“What?” His voice echoed loudly and several people turned from their workouts to look at them. “What- what do you mean new trainer? Does Eddie know?”

“Umm, Eddie was the one who requested it, Mr. Tozier.”

Richie’s will to fight died immediately at those words, his heart feeling like it was being crushed in a vice and he told himself not to cry in the lifetime fitness. He asked numbly about anymore answers but the girl just apologize over and over and offered him a 20% discount of this month's membership fee. It wasn’t until he was out of the building, sitting in his car and pulling out his phone ready to text Eddie to ask what the fuck was going on when he saw that he already had a text from Eddie.

Sorry. I didn’t want to do that, but it was the only way I could think of. You are officially no longer paying me so I officially no longer have you as my client.

So now I can ask...do you want to get coffee? In a sexy romantic way, I mean?

Richie’s large grin stayed on his face the whole way to Eddie’s house.

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star-spangled-steve · 5 years

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His New Partner

Chapter 12: The Experimentation

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 4721

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, light fingering, nudity, Daddy!Kink, light Dom!Steve, sub!Reader, dirty talk, mentions of other kinks and sexual activities, cussing.

A/N: I debated for a while whether or not I was going to post something like this, but here we go.

“Can you pass me the gummy bears?” Natasha asked over the sound of ‘Dirty Dancing’, which was playing the television screen.

“Mm-hmm.” Y/N responded, being able complete the task without straying her eyes from the epic final dance number.

The two were having a ‘Girls Night’ in Natasha’s room, something which they did pretty regularly. The event was usually filled with snacks, gossip, and cheesy romance movies that the boys refused to watch, even though they secretly enjoyed them.

“Oh, I love that one so damn much.” Y/N gushed when the closing credits of the film started to play. “The music, the dancing, the sexy Patrick Swayze.”

Natasha chuckled, standing up to take the DVD out of the player. “Sexier than Steve?” She asked with a smirk, before returning to the little makeshift fort that they had created on the ground. In reality, it was just a pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals that Natasha had too much pride to admit she owned.

“Hmm… almost. But don’t tell him that.” Y/N kidded. No one was sexier to her than Steve was, and everybody knew it.

“Speaking of the Captain, how have you two been doing?” The redhead inquired.

The younger girl was confused at her question. “‘Doing’ how?”

“You know… sexually.”

“Nat!” Y/N erupted in nervous giggles, her cheeks getting warmer by the second.

“What? I’m just curious.” She clarified. “The man was a virgin for almost a century. Their has to be an interesting story to tell.”

“I mean, I don’t know.” Y/N played with the bottom of her shirt. “The sex is good. Great, even.”

“But?”

The actress furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait, how did you know that there was a ‘but’?”

Natasha just shrugged, grabbing another Twizzler. “I’m a spy.”

Y/N shook her head, trying to find the correct way to phrase her upcoming statement. “But, it’s very… vanilla, per se.”

“Wow.” The other woman tried not to laugh, failing miserably. “That bad?”

“No! It’s not bad at all.” She now felt guilty for implying anything wrong of Steve. “It’s not his fault that I’ve never been vocal about this.”

“Then why don’t you just be vocal about it?” Natasha suggested like it was the obvious solution.

“Because, what if he thinks I’m some ‘sorta freak of nature?” Y/N worried, grabbing a small handful of M&M’s.

“Damn, Y/N. What kind of shit are you into?” The assassin joked, making the girl drop her head in embarrassment.

“Nothing that weird, I swear!” The girl laughed, wrapping her blankets closer around her. “But Steve is from the olden days, I don’t want to scare him off.”

“Look, N/N.” Natasha grabbed one of her hands. “That man loves you so much, nothing you could ever say or do would scare him off. You guys have only been sleeping together for like three weeks, right? So just tell him, explore with him. Maybe something really great will come out of it.”

“Thanks, Nat.” Y/N pulled her into a hug, grateful for finding such an amazing friend. “But, I just want to be clear.” They pulled away. “I do still very much enjoy sex with Steve.”

“Thats good.” The woman smiled.

“Like he started doing this thing, where he calls me his ‘babydoll’. So thats pretty cool.” Y/N rambled on. “And also, he told me that I was a ‘good girl’ one time. I think that it was on accident, but man oh man, it was sexy.” She absentmindedly hugged one of the many throw pillows, a dreamy expression painted on her face.

“Jeez. Who knew that Y/N Y/L/N was so kinky in the bedroom?” Natasha laughed, causing Y/N’s head to whip towards her.

“Nobody knows. So please, please, please, please-“

“I won’t tell anyone.” The redhead finished. “I promise, your secret is safe with me.”

*****

The feel of the punching bag beneath his hand wraps was the only thing Steve knew as he pounded relentlessly on it. One punch for each night she’d been away from him, and when he got to seven, he’d repeat. All other sights and surroundings were invisible to him, so when Tony put a hand on his shoulder, it was quite the surprise.

“Jesus, Tony!” Steve yelled, flinching away from the billionaire.

“Told you not to poke the bear.” Natasha remarked from her place on one of the treadmills.

The brunette rolled his eyes. “Just wanted see what his problem was, you know, before he annihilates my whole gym.” He gestured the already destroyed punching bag on the floor, an unimpressed look on his face.

“Give me a break, Stark.” Steve sighed before realizing that he was going to get nothing done, particularly now that these two had arrived. He moved to the benches along the wall and began to unwrap his hands.

“Why should I?” Tony quipped, before coming upon a realization. “Ah. You miss your little girlfriend, don’t you?”

“It’s the first time that Y/N’s had to travel away since she moved in here. So yes, I do.”

Y/N, being an actress with high demands, often had to go away for filming, press, premieres, and more. Most of the time, Steve was okay with it. He understood that she had places to be, especially since he had a such a time consuming job himself. But since the couple began living with each other, they’d basically been attached at the hip, and separation was extremely difficult. Even if it was just filming for a single week in Los Angeles.

“I see, I see. You’re angry and horny.” Stark nodded, earning a harsh glare from the Captain. “What? It’s perfectly explainable. Though, not a reason to ruin my equipment, considering that she comes back tonight. But still, explainable. Hell, I’d be pretty pissed if I didn’t have sex for a week, too.”

“Just vanilla sex.” The pair heard the redhead mumble, who still hadn’t looked up from her treadmill’s display screen, and was oblivious to the attention suddenly being on her.

“What did you just say?” Tony asked, his lips beginning to form into a smirk.

“Oh, me?” Natasha tried to brush it off, having honestly not meant to say that. “Nothing.”

“Really?” Tony rose his eyebrows. “Because to me, it sounded like you said ‘vanilla sex’.”

“I didn’t mean it.” The assassin lied, continuing to run a steady pace.

Stark completely ignored her statement. “And you said it when referring to Steve and Y/N’s sex. Oh goodness, this is hysterical. Do you know something, Natasha, that we don’t?”

“What does ‘vanilla sex’ mean?” Steve questioned, beginning to get worried of what their answer will be.

“You know, boring, ordinary, plain… vanilla.” Tony explained, his grin never dying. “Who told you that, Romanoff?” He slyly moved over to the treadmills, and leaned a hand on the one that she was using. Steve’s slightly nervous face was just urging him on even more. “Because Rogers, over here, certainly didn’t say it. So by default, it must have been, hm… Y/N.”

“Well-“

“Did she?” The Captain interrupted her, his frown now extremely prominent to them. “Did she say that our sex was ’vanilla’?”

“Um, well… yes.” Natasha spoke, stopping the exercise to give Steve her full attention. The newly formed slump in his posture did not go unnoticed.

“Oh.” The man spoke, now having a hard time putting words together. “I-I thought she liked it.” He gulped, beginning to have flashbacks to all of the women that rejected him in his early years.

“She did!” Natasha tried to cheer him up. “A whole lot.”

“Doesn’t sound like it.” Steve ground his teeth.

“No, I swear!” The woman continued. “She loves that ‘babydoll’ thing you do. And-And, uh, you said ‘good girl’ once. She told me that she went crazy inside!”

Steve listened intently, trying to take notes in his head.

“Damn, Cap.” Tony chuckled. “Sounds like you’ve got yourself a submissive little lover.”

The blonde ignored him. “Why didn’t she tell me any of this then?”

Natasha sighed, moving over to her gym bag to collect her belongings. “Because she loves you, and she doesn’t want you to think she’s weird.”

“Oh. I would never-“

“Exactly.” Romanoff stated. “Tell her that. Ask her to show you what she likes. Communicate.”

Steve nodded his head. “Thanks for the new information.” And without another word, slung his bag over his shoulder, exiting the gymnasium.

The other two Avengers just shook their heads and continued on, completely unaware of their Captains plans to make Y/N’s first night back the best night yet.

*****

An odd mix of awkwardness and sexual tension filled the atmosphere of the Stark Tower elevator. Steve had just picked Y/N up from the airport, excited to get his hands on his girl once again. Seven days apart was just seven too many for the pair, and as soon as the got within closed doors, they were on top each other. Y/N was caged in between Steve and the elevator’s wall, letting out small moans into his mouth as they kissed. The moment was pure bliss for the two, finally being reunited after what seemed like the longest week of their lives. What they hadn’t expected though, was the elevator doors opening to the one and only Dr. Bruce Banner.

After a moment of shock and the couple chaotically separating from each other, the scientist quietly shuffled into the lift. He leaned against the wall, making sure it was opposite of the one that Steve and Y/N we’re just making out against.

“So,” Bruce broke the silence after an uncomfortable minute, “how was your trip, Y/N?”

“Uh, it was really good.” She smiled halfheartedly, trying not to mind the fact that she was absolutely disheveled. “Lots of sun down there.”

Banner just nodded his head, eyes focused on the floor.

“How was your day, Bruce?” Steve nicely asked, hoping that there wasn’t any of Y/N’s lipgloss smeared on his face.

“It was fine.”

The hum of the elevator was the only thing heard, until a small ‘ding’ alerted Steve and Y/N that it was their time to get off.

“Nice seeing you.” The girl gave a tiny wave as she stepped out.

“Yes, you too.” Banner politely smiled, but the couple didn’t miss the way it quickly disappeared when he thought that they were out of eyesight.

The elevator doors finally closed, leaving the couple alone at last. Steve placed down her luggage, that he was carrying, and Y/N let out a huge sigh.

“Well, that-“ She was cut off by Steve’s lips once again attaching themselves onto hers.

He quickly swept her up into his strong arms, her legs involuntary wrapping themselves around his waist. Y/N’s back met the wall, the door, and finally the bed as she was harshly shoved upon it, almost as harshly as Steve’s hands squeezed her ass. His lips trailed down her neck and chest, giving rough bites along the way.

“Wait, wait, Steve.” She said when he finally gave her the chance, tapping his shoulder multiple times to get his attention.

“Ya?” He reluctantly lifted his head from her still clothed chest.

“Wha-What the hell was that?” Y/N asked him, eyebrows furrowed.

“What was what?”

“That. You never act like that-that rough.” She was confused at his new change behaviour. Normally her Steve was much more gentle.

He sighed and shook his head, before getting off of her to stand up. “There’s just no pleasing you, is there?”

“Huh?” Y/N spoke, still laid out on the bed.

“I thought that you wanted this.” Steve was frustrated. All that he wanted to do was please her and she was making it impossible.

“I never said that.” She told him.

“I was trying to make things better for you.” He continued pacing angrily. “I didn’t want you think that our sex was... ‘vanilla’!”

Y/N gasped and sat up straight. “D-Did Natasha-?”

“Yes. Natasha told me.” Steve stated. He finally took a breath and placed his hands in his lips.

She gulped. “Nat promised to not-”

“So you did say it?”

Y/N had never seen the man look so hurt. “Well, yes. But-”

Steve puffed a breath before turning around to face away from her.

“But, Steve.” She stood up and quickly walked to the place in front of him, making them face to face. “I wasn’t meaning it in a bad way.”

“There’s only one way to mean it, Y/N.” He frowned.

“It’s not your fault, though. I never told you any of this.” She placed her hands on his broad shoulders, and rubbed in what she hoped was a comforting manner.

“Then tell me.” Steve spoke up. “Tell me how you like it.”

“What if you think I’m a weirdo?” Y/N asked.

“Not possible. Look, uhm...” He separated from her touch, walking across the room to Y/N’s small laptop that sat on their dresser. “Let’s research.”

“Research?” She giggled.

“Ya! Come on, we can look things up on the internet. Sex things.” Steve added, a smile finally beginning to form in his face. “You tell me what you like, I’ll tell you what I like. We can make a night out of it!”

“Ok.” Y/N beamed at how adorable her boyfriend was being.

The couple took off their shoes and socks to get comfortable, before Steve grabbed the laptop and moved to sit on the bed first. “C’mon, babydoll.” He smirked, patting his lap. Y/N slightly licked her lips and Steve could completely sense the increase in her arousal. “There’s one! That turned you on, I can tell.”

Y/N blushed. “You caught me.”

The couple sat there for almost an hour, going through countless lists of sexual kinks and activities online. Y/N in Steve’s lap, the laptop in her’s. She offered to let him try using it, maybe help him get used to technology, but he declined. He knew that she could get it done much faster, and instead, Steve had the job of scribbling down some of their opinions on his notepad.

“Foot fetish.” Y/N read off from one of the kinky websites they were on. “You got one?” She asked, playfully rubbing his bare feet with her smaller ones.

“I wouldn’t say so.” He answered with a small chuckle. “Though your’s are quite adorable.”

“Their way to ticklish to anything with, anyways.” Y/N added, continuing to scroll through.

“What’s ‘urophilia’?” Steve questioned from over her shoulder.

“Um, you know... peeing on each other.”

“Sounds messy.” He remarked, making Y/N laugh.

“Swinging, group sex, threesomes?” She listed off, already knowing her own opinion on them.

“I don’t share.” Steve stated, making her turn slightly to face him.

“That works out, because I don’t want to be shared.” Y/N smiled, giving him a peck on the lips before turning back to the website. “Anal sex?”

“Jesus.” He puffed out a breath. “How do you feel about that one?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest.” She contemplated. “But never say never.”

Steve glanced up from his notes to the small computer screen, and read off the next one. “Dominance and submission?”

“Well... maybe that would be something I’d want to try.” Y/N told him, playing with his fingers sheepishly.

“I think we found a winner.” Steve joked. “My little submissive girl.”

“Wait.” She turned to face him once again. “Now, how did you know that I want to be the submissive one?”

He raised his eyebrows. “I still remember when we made out on our fifth date, and you told me that you liked it when I was dominant with you.”

Y/N scrunched up her nose. “You and your stupid eidetic memory.”

Steve let out a laugh before grabbing the computer from her and closing the screen, setting it and the notepad down on his bedside table.

“What was that for?” She asked him.

His big hands grabbed her hips and completely turned her so she was straddling him, eye to eye. “I’m getting impatient, sweetheart. All of this sex talk is making me want to get down to business.”

Y/N giggled and bit her bottom lip.

“Just tell me, my love. Lay it on me.” Steve encouraged. “All of it, every last thing. What do you like?”

She began to relax, the feeling of him rubbing circles on her hips with his thumbs being comforting. “Okay... so yes, I do like it when you’re dominant and I’m submissive. But, I don’t necessarily like being hurt that much.”

“Like whips and things?” Steve questioned.

“Ya, I don’t really think I want that.” Y/N told him. “To be honest, how rough you are doesn’t really matter to me. A lot of what I like is psychological.”

“Explain, darling.”

“Well, like, you know... names and stuff.” She picked at her fingers nervously, never having had a conversation like this before. Y/N was a virgin until she met Steve, and these secrets were buried deep inside of her.

“Like the name ‘babydoll’?” He assumed, toying with the straps of her sundress.

“Including that, yes.” She gulped. “But, there’s a bit more to it than that. I, uh...”

“Hey.” Steve lifted up her chin and rubbed her jawline soothingly. “No secrets, remember?”

Y/N nodded with small smile. “Have you, um, have you ever heard of a ‘daddy kink’?”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “A ‘daddy kink’? Like, a kink about your father?”

“No!” She shook her head repeatedly. “Not my father. It’s not a father kink, or a dad kink. It’s a daddy kink.” Y/N watched as Steve’s head tilted even harsher in confusion, and let out a sigh. “Forget it, it’s stupid.”

He stopped her from moving off of his lap by placing a strong arm around her torso. “No, I’m not going to forget it until you at least explain this whole thing to me.” Steve could see the doubt still in her beautiful eyes. “I won’t judge you, doll.”

“Fine. Um, a daddy kink is where a man is the ‘daddy’ role, and the woman is the ‘little girl’ role. Or it’s a ‘little boy’, depending on the circumstances.” Y/N explained, trying to stay confident in her decision to share this with him. “A-And it’s not that I picture my father or anything, ew, gross.” Steve chuckled, urging her on. “It’s you calling me your ‘baby girl’ and ‘princess’, rewarding me when I’m good, punishing me when I’m bad. It’s that I like feeling safe and protected and nurtured, but yet also dominated.” She finished, letting out the huge breath that she was holding.

“There. That wasn’t so hard to explain, was it?” He smiled at her. “And it’s nothing to be ashamed about. The idea of protecting and nurturing you is actually quite... sexy to me, if I’m being honest.”

“Really?” Y/N asked hopefully.

“Yes, really.” Steve rubbed her lower back. “I’d be more than willing to try this stuff out with you,” he lightly pushed her closer and whispered in her ear, “my little girl.” The sound of Steve calling her that sent chills down Y/N’s spine, and he instantly picked up on it. “Oh yes, I can already see the effect on you, baby. I bet you’re already dripping wet for me.” One of his hands ventured further south, slipping underneath her dress and into her underwear.

Y/N gasped at the feeling of Steve’s left thumb and forefinger slightly push into her opening at the same time.

He pulled the hand out and inspected it, watching her juices gleam in the light from their lamp. Steve let out a huge smirk, realizing that all of this was because of him. “One for me.” He licked off the index finger. “And one for you.”

Y/N glanced at the dripping thumb hesitantly, realizing that Steve expected her to suck off her own juices.

“C’mon, babydoll. Open up.” He urged, bringing the digit closer to her mouth. “Be a good girl for your daddy.”

And there it was, the final word. After their intense discussion, Y/N was relatively sure that he would say it sometime or another. But actually hearing him, in his deep, husky voice call himself ‘daddy’, she was pretty sure that she could cum right then and there.

So, Y/N did what she was told and opened up, taking his thick thumb in her mouth. Her juices were kind of sweet, a little tangy, but the real turn on was Steve’s facial expression as he watched her do it. He looked so turned on and it made her proud, as all she wanted was to be good for him.

Y/N released his thumb with a quiet ‘pop’ and licked her lips.

“My girl is such a good listener, doing exactly what her daddy tells her.” Steve praised, watching her pupils dilate by his every word.

“Thank you.” She said to him, voice becoming much smaller than it was earlier, a fact that Steve picked up on.

“‘Thank you’ who?”

“Thank you, daddy.” Y/N smiled, glad that Steve seemed to be enjoying this as much as she was. At least, that’s what the hard evidence pressed against her inner thigh said.

“Hmm... what am I ‘gonna do with you tonight?” He smirked, trying to formulate their evening plans in his head. This was Y/N’s first time completely opening up to him, and Steve wanted to make it perfect. “On your knees, baby girl.”

She did exactly as he told her, getting on the carpeted floor with no complaints. Steve was taking to this dominant role very well, and though it didn’t surprise her, it delighted her to no end.

He dropped his brown leather belt to the floor, before pulling down his khakis and boxer briefs, kicking them off of his ankles.

Y/N, once again, stared wide eyed at his huge erection, the size never ceasing to amaze her.

“You know what to do, baby.” Steve nodded down at her, watching as she opened her mouth wide and took him in. The feeling of the warm opening made him groan, throwing his head back. “Fuck, Y/N.”

She continued to bob her head up and down, taking enjoyment to the feeling of Steve’s big hands weaving themselves into her hair. He was forcing himself further down her throat, and she welcomed every inch.

Y/N wrapped her hands around his dick, as well, rubbing all of the areas that her mouth couldn’t reach. She could feel Steve beginning to fall apart inside of her, tasting his salty precum.

“Oh, god. Sweetie, stop, stop, stop.” He reluctantly pulled Y/N off of him, knowing that if she continued as she did, he’d cum too early.

“Did I mess up, daddy?” She asked, big E/C eyes staring up at him.

“Quite the opposite, princess.” Steve leaned down to pick up Y/N from under the arms, and placed her on the large bed. “You were so good, that daddy wants to reward you.”

He slipped off her panties, immediately licking a stripe up her pussy. “Oh, god. D-Daddy, that feels so nice.” She moaned, subconsciously tightening her thighs around his head. Steve’s hands decided to roughly grasp them, pulling her opening even closer to his stubbled cheeks.

His warm tongue rotated between circling her clit and teasing her opening, a fact that made Y/N’s hands claw at the stark white sheets. “I-I’m ‘gonna-“

“You’re ‘gonna what?” Steve questioned, taking a small pause from lapping at her core before immediately going back to it. The taste of her on his tongue was just too tempting. “Use your big girl words, babydoll.” He rasped against her clit, the vibrations arousing her even more.

“C-Cum. I’m ‘gonna cum.” Y/N stuttered out, hands grasping his blonde locks. And without warning, her hot, sticky juices flooded Steve’s mouth. He made sure to lick up every delicious drop, before standing up and throwing off his shirt.

Steve glanced down at his mess of a girlfriend on the bed, admiring his work. Y/N’s dress was bunched up around her hips, her cheeks flushed red, and hair strewn. But to him, she never looked more gorgeous.

“Tired, baby?” Steve basically taunted, knowing that he was going to wreck her even more no matter what her answer was.

Y/N nodded in response, the heavy breathing not allowing her to do much more.

“Well,” he began to crawl up the bed, getting closer to her, “that’s too bad, because daddy’s not done with you yet.”

Y/N inhaled a breath as Steve harshly lifted the dress over head, chucking it on the ground. He grabbed her waist and flipped her over, sending a hard smack to her bare ass.

“You going to be a good girl and take daddy’s cock?” He grunted in her ear before stepping away to grab a condom from the beside table, putting it on.

“Yes, daddy.” Y/N whined, lightly pushing her bottom against his member when he moved closer, practically begging for him to give it to her.

“That’s what I thought.” Steve stated, and without warning, pushed inside of her dripping hole. “Fuck, baby girl.” He groaned at the feeling of her walls around him.

Steve began to thrust in and out of her at a brutal pace, the sight of her being helpless beneath him making him uncontrollable. He reached one hand around their bodies and began to play with her breasts, hearing Y/N moan even louder.

Her face met the bedding, having a hard time keeping herself up as he fucked her from behind. Steve’s thick member was hitting all of the right spots of inside of her, and each time he squeezed her nipples, she felt even closer to cumming.

“D-Daddy.” Y/N mewled, feeling his other hand move southern to her clit. The combined stimulation of him touching her breasts, clitoris, and pounding into her vagina was all too much. So with a high pitched moan, she came for the second time that night.

“Damn, little girl. You’re going to make daddy cum.” Steve growled in her ear, leaning down to leave sloppy kisses on her upper back.

Y/N, knowing that he was on edge, used all of the power that she could muster to give his cock and particularly strong clench. She began to grind her hips back into his, finally triggering his release.

“Fuck, doll.” Steve spoke as he came inside of the condom, heavier than he’s ever cum before.

The couple stayed in position, panting, for a minute before he slowly pulled out of her. Y/N immediately collapsed on the bed as Steve threw out the used condom, joining her quickly after.

“Wow.” She breathed out, turning over on her back. “You were really good at that dominant daddy thing.”

Steve lightly chuckled. “Well, strategizing is what I do best.”

Y/N finally moved on her side to face him, grabbing his left hand in her right one. “I’m so sorry, Steve, about what you found out earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He shook his head with a sigh, rubbing her palm with the pads of his fingers.

She retracted her hand and leaned up on her elbow, looking in to his shiny blue eyes. “No, no. You shouldn’t have had to hear it and I definitely shouldn’t have said it. It was disrespectful to you and I’m very sorry.” Y/N’s other hand stroked his arm, trying to express how apologetic she was really feeling. “Our first time together was one of the best nights of my whole life. And vanilla or not, I truly love having sex with you.”

Steve leaned up on his elbow as well, giving her his full attention. “Listen, baby. The way I’m looking at it, if that wouldn’t have happened, this wouldn’t have happened. So I more than forgive you. I love you, Y/N.” He tucked a stray H/C hair behind her ear. “And I will be your ‘daddy’ as long as you want me to.”

She giggled and gave him a nod. “I love you too.”

The pair laid down flat on their backs, and Steve pulled Y/N into his side. They simply relaxed in each other’s company, thankful to even have these small moments of tranquility in their busy lives. The room smelt of sweat, sex, and love, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

“So,” Steve interrupted the silence with a sly grin, “another round?”

Ah, that damn super soldier stamina was going to be the death of her.

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zayray030 · 4 years

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You're an amazing person, Iris!

Summary: Alex and Kara have to visit Barry for help on something but end up finding Iris crying. They comfort her as best as possible and reassure her that she's an amazing person!

Iris sat in the Cortex all alone. Everyone had decided to go out and hang out with Nora. They had wanted to show her all the things that the Flash museum hadn't covered and Iris had declined the visit upon seeing Nora’s face when Barry had invited her to go and told the others that she needed to finish off a very important article for her blog.

Nora had just rolled her eyes and scoffed at her all while muttering about “not being able to make time for her daughter in any timeline” under her breath, low enough for no one else to hear but loud enough for Iris to hear, before turning over to the rest of the team and squealing happily, declaring it ‘Mata day’ for them and quickly dragging them out of the building.

Barry had shot her a small frown adn mouthed if she was okay over Nora’s shoulder. She had nodded, grateful for the fact that the water works haven't started yet, and mouthed back “Enjoy time with your daughter.” before the elevator doors slid closed and then did she collapse in her chair, crying heavily.

She didn't know how long she had sat in the Cortex, crying and lamenting over the fact that she fucked her relationship with her daughter, before a breach was open and Iris had to hastily wipe her tears. She drew out a gun from underneath her desk and pointed it at the breach,expecting to see someone from another earth or to see an evil meta who had breaching powers. Instead there stood Kara and Alex in all their glory.

“Wait, we come in peace!” yelled Kara, holding her hand up in defence before she put them down again and looked at Iris carefully. “Hey Iris, are you okay?” she asked worriedly when she saw the prominent tear tracks on her face.

Iris nodded and wiped her face quickly before smiling widely at Kara. Too wide to be real. “Hey Kara! Alex! What did you need?” she asked, her excitement sounding too fake, even to her.

“Well we were going to ask if Barry was here and if we could talk to him. But now? We're going to find out why you're so upset!” declared Kara, flying over to the petite woman.

“Kara! We need Barry right now!” snapped Alex.

“He's out with Nora and the rest.” said Iris, feeling hurt spread through her body and she quickly looked down to make sure her tears weren't seen.

“Who's Nora and why aren't you with them?” asked Kara, raising an eyebrow. The situation didn't seem right to her. Barry gushed about Iris every second he got and there was no way he would have gone without her.

“Umm, Nora’s mine and Barry's daughter from the future.” said Iris, preferring to ignore the second question. Alex looked at her for a second before rolling her shoulder and raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, princess. What's up? You're normally happy and excitable and would normally be talking our ear off about something or the other.” asked Alex, hands on her hips.

“Apparently people don't stay happy and excitable in the future!” Iris snapped, turning to glare at the taller woman and Kara gasped softly when she saw the tears running down Iris's cheeks.

“Iris! What happened!?”

“I was a bad mother is what happened!” Iris answered, curling up into herself, disappointed to find out that she couldn't shrink down on herself.

“How could you bad mother Iris? You're amazing in every way possible! Even Oliver likes you!” she added in an effort to make the small woman laugh but instead it made it worse and she let out choked little sobs.

“I dampened my own daughter's powers! I stopped her from using her powers for most of her life! I lied to her about everything!” Iris yelled, standing up while more tears fell down her cheeks. “I was barely there for her when she as abusky and when I was, I was way too overbearing and-and-” but Iris lost the battle with her tears and quickly collapsed onto the floor, sobbing her heart out.

Kara quickly pulled the girl into a hug, trying to soothe her. She even tried to sing a song her mother would sing to her when she was feeling upset but that wasn't working. If anything it made it worse. She quickly shit Alex a look and the girl understood what it meant.

‘Get chocolate, Alcohol, ice cream and candy galore for this woman along with a horde of blankets.’

Alex quickly reopened a breach and quickly started looking around Kara's apartment for stuff and quickly grabbed some mint chip ice cream, candy canes, twizzlers and more and quickly grabbed a few blankets before making her way back.

When she breached back and showed the items to Kara she nodded as if to say ‘Good choice.’ before she started to lol around with her X-ray at the walls of the lab and quickly found a room she could use.

She gathered Iris up in her arm, still sobbing, and quickly flew over to the lounge/canteen area and placed the girl gently on the sofa before flying back and picking her sister up.

Kara and Alex did quick work on the situation and wrapped Iris in the blankets and layed out the food in front of her. They cuddled her, yes even Alex, and soothingly spoke to her.

“Hey, it's okay. It'll be okay.” murmured Alex softly stroking the black woman's hair.

“Yeah! We love you Iris!” agreed Kara excitedly and Iris couldn't keep her wet giggle to herself. Kara's excitement was so endearing, it reminded her of Barry.

“Thanks guys.” she finally said, sitting up slightly, wiping away her tears with her hand feeling slightly embarrassed at crying in front of them.

“Hey, a friend in need is a friend in need.” said Kara waving away her gratitude.

“Now, cause it's kinda obvious that you don't want to talk about what happened, and because what we wanted earlier can wait we're going to be watching a few movies. .” declared Alex. “And yes, we can watch the Wizard of Oz.” she added when she saw Kara's face.

“Yay! We're so watching that first!” she said excitedly and they quickly started the movie on the TV. Half way through the movie Iris began speaking.

“When she first came it was so unexpected. But I was so happy. I thought this was the universe's way of saying, ‘Here, sorry for fucking with your life way too many times to be considered fair. Here, have your daughter and raise her for a small period of time.’ pfft. What a joke. She barely even gave me the time of day apart from the occasional cold glance and hidden words.”

Kara nodded and rubbed the girl's shoulder. She knew that you had to let it all out before letting someone interrupt. Alex did the same and slowly pulled Iris I to her chest a bit.

“But ten when I was trying to stop her from flirting with a woman who was almost responsible for the death of hundreds of people, she revealed that in the future I decided to dampen her powers. I dampen her powers. I take away something that I should not have taken away. And Barry stuck between being a good husband to making sure Nora doesn't run off and the others say they aren't taking sides but I can tell that they're all leaning towards Nora’s side and I-. I don't know what to do.” she finally let out. She grabbed the tequila bottle from the table and took a long hulo if it.

“We know that you wouldn't have done it without reason. We know you wouldn't have done it without purpose. We know that you love that little girl to be bits. We know that you're an amazing mother.” said Alex firmly.

“And we also know that you've had enough alcohol to make even Barry drunk.” Kara added and Iris let out a little giggle.

“I know. But Barry's cute when he fusses. He gives me this look as if I'm the only thing in the world worth looking at.” she said happy drunk. Kara and Alex looked over at each other both conveying completely different looks. Kara sap and happiness while Alex showed concern.

“Speak on the angel and he shall arrive.” said Kara, picking up the noise of Barry's heartbeat.

“I thought it was the devil?”

“Please, Barry's the farthest thing from a devil.”

“IRIS!” Barry yelled and Kara could hear the desperateness in his voice.

Barry quickly sped over to the canteen, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Iris between Alex and Kara before immediately narrowing when he saw the alcohol.

Soon the others joined Barry and Nora looked worriedly at her mother's drunk form.

“Barry!” her mother giggled before anyone else could ask what happened. She tried to walk over to him but she tripped and would have fell if Barry didn't catch her and pick her up, bridal style.

“Iris!”

“I love you so much!” she giggled into his neck where her face was placed. Everyone smiled at the scene in front of them before hearing their hearts break at the next few words. “Do you love me?”

“Of course I do Iris! Why wouldn't I?” he asked, baffled and confused.

“I'm not a good mom. Duh. Nora says I'm absolutely awful! Like Francine! But I don't want to be like Francine! I want to be better! I am better, aren't I?” she pouted at the brunette.

“You're the best!”

“Yay! Do you think I can convince Nora that I'm a good mother? Do you think she'll let me talk to her at all? Ooh, what do you think her favourite flowers are…?” and as her mother continued to ramble, Nora’s guilt continued to grow.

“It's going to take a long time to get her forgiveness. Sure, she might act like she's fine, but honestly she'll constantly feel hurt.” whispered a voice in her ear before she jumped at the sound and saw Kara on her side.

“I know.” she said simply.

“We aren't going to kay it out on you right now because Iris is way too drunk and Barry seems happy.” muttered Lex on her other side. Bira just bowed her head down in shame and nodded.

“If you want her forgiveness try and get to know her. Really know her.” Kara softly whispered into her ear. Nora nodded slightly before speeding over to her mom and giving her a kiss in the cheek.

“Come on old man! Mom needs her sleep and you need your beauty sleep.” she added playfully before turning to her now unconscious mother and Nora couldn't help but admire the smoothness of the skin without worry lines blemishing the skin.

“Yeah lets. And we need to make sure we stop at every available store for mint chip chocolate and ice cream when she wakes up.” he added before the West-Allen family disappeared out of sight.

“Shit! We forgot to ask Barry for help on the CSI case!” exclaimed Alex.

“Forget that! Who's going to clean up this mess!” snapped Caitlin.

“We're visitors, so yeah! Adiós!” Kara said before opening up a breach grabbing Alex, and flying off.

“At least madame West-Allen got a happy ending.” said Sherloque.

“And since you care about that so much you can clean up!” snapped Caitlin, already matching out with Ralph and Cisco following behind her.

“Of course. At least I get a few more hours to go through Nora’s journal.” Sherloque whispered to himself, already beginning to clean up.

#iris west #iris west allen #barry allen #westallen #dctv #alex danvers #nora west allen #caitlin snow #sherloque wells #kara danvers #kara zor el #Iris West friendship #iris west deserves better #iris west defense sqaud #Protective Kara Danvers #Protective Alex Danvers

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singeramg · 4 years

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Midnight: Chapter 2

A/n: Hey everyone! Here is part 2 of the story. I think this is going to have a slow build as I want to make sure this goes correctly. Personally i’m excited for where I see this going!

Pairing: Clark Kent / OFC

Rating: M (Story is M, this chapter however is not)

Warnings; None really really just more exposition but there is a good point.

Here is part 1 if you missed it.

Midnight: Chapter 2

I felt Kyle running into my room before he actually came in, giving me time to prepare for the impact as he jumped on me, still managing to take my breath away with his natural density.

“Momma! It’s morning and you here!”

I smiled at him kissing his cheek, watching as his eyes changed from the natural blue they were, to brown like mine.

My son was special, it was the reason I worked odd and late jobs. He couldn’t go to regular daycare because he wasn’t in control of his powers yet.

He was born with various abilities due to his parentage, of course he was stronger than the average three year old being that he had the strength of a 12 year old. He often told me noises bothered him, which led me to believe he was developing his super hearing, but the big power was his ability to change his appearance. It was mostly just the small features for now, and it was mostly unconscious on his part. For example, he would change his eyes to match mine, and throughout the day they would change, and he also liked to play with his hair. Naturally it was black like Clarks’ but his hair had curls. Often times I would come in and my son would have long hair or it would be blonde or brown. Sometimes even Blue!

And honestly he looked like Clark with a tan. Needless to say I had to keep him home until he could gain some control. I didn’t want to have to move... again.

Ms. A was the only one that knew about Kyle’s abilities. When she asked I told her, that his father was an old boyfriend who had nothing to do with him and that I thought he must have had some metahuman blood that he never told me about.

She had no clue I was also now a Metahuman.

Kyle flopped off of me and onto my bed, still in his race car pjs and messy bed hair. He hadn’t changed that yet and I was glad to see it.

“Good morning Kalen, what has mommy told you about jumping on her?”

He giggles and says

“I have to be careful because mommy might get hurt. I don’t think I could hurt you mommy. I love you too much.”

He turned the puppy dog eyes on me in an attempt to not get in trouble for something he knew better than to do.

“Yeah sure young man. You know better that’s why you are trying me with that face. Did you brush your teeth and wash your face?”

He shook his head no.

“Alright, well what are waiting for? No breakfast for my little monster until you do.”

He laughed and took off for the bathroom. I swore he got faster everyday.

‘Kyle’ was his name to the public but his real name was in direct tribute to his father, his name being Kalen Joseph (pronounced Colin) having the name Kal being spelled in his name and Joseph from Clarks actual middle name. I got out my bed, changing quickly into some jean shorts and a tank and going into the bathroom with my son, finding him about to get his toothpaste all over the sink. I took it from him and put a little on the toothbrush and let him take over, brushing my teeth and once I finished he followed me into the living room. I waved my hand, lazily at the TV, turning it on. I was about to change the channel when the reporter began to talk about the rescue I had pulled off last night.

“In other news, last night, a local woman, described her rescuer as her ‘guardian angel’. The local police describe the scene as confusing but thankfully non-fatal. A vigilante stopped a rather vicious robbery and assault, taking down three attackers and leaving them unconscious for the police. While the police are grateful for the intervention they have questions for this person, and ask if anyone has any information on this masked vigilante then please reach out to crime-stoppers tip line”

The reporter says the number as a shadowy, low quality security camera shot of me appears on screen. I was comforted in that I knew no one would know me. I waved my hand again, changing the television to some random cartoons and proceeded to make some breakfast for us both.

*Later*

I dressed Kalen in a pair of jeans, sneakers and a cute red t-shirt, along with a small hat. The hat served as a dual purpose for if he decided to change his hair on me in public. I grabbed my purse and his little tablet that he could use in the shopping cart to keep him occupied.

Once in the store, I pulled out my list and Ms. Alphonse’s list. Chuckling at her circled selection of Twizzlers and jellybeans. The woman lived her life on sweets, I would swear it. I strolled through the store, adding things to my cart, when Kalen started crying.

“Momma it loud.”

I watched as his eyes flickered in various colors and he held his hands to his ears. The lights began to flicker in the store followed by a loud boom.

The store shook as people began yelling and screaming. I yanked Kalen from the cart into my arms, looking for the safest place for us to be. I couldn’t use my powers in public, at least not without my mask and I couldn’t form my suit without exposing myself. I wouldn’t risk my child. I ran for the exit, not caring if I was slightly faster than the rest. Pieces of the ceiling falling as the ground still trembled. I ran into the employee only section of the store, moving until we left out the back door. Kalen was still holding his ears as I crushed him to my chest. I looked up seeing some flying creatures, destroying people, literally feeding on them. I turned away, shielding my son and ducked into a nearby building. The old building had long since been abandoned. No energy source inside of it, I stopped in a back corner, far away from the windows.

I rocked Kalen in my arms, doing my best to send him calming energy, but all the stimulation wasn’t helping. Sitting on the floor, I brushed his curls back soothing him. I was working until I heard crashing into the doors, this just caused him to cry more. I focused and changed into battle wear, just as the door flew open and the creatures came in. I sat Kalen on the floor and tossed up a force field around him.

The creatures took me in my protective stance as a challenge and the all came at me. I focused on getting them off of me. Their eyes were red and they could fly, all of them looking to take me out. I fought them as long as I could and once again the hits had built up enough kinetic energy to blast them through the front door. I followed them out, forming a blade of energy that I held like a sword. Slicing and dicing all of these demonic creatures, until suddenly they looked toward the sky, disappearing as quickly as it seemed they had come.

I cancelled my sword once I ascertained the danger was gone. I wasted no time going back into the building to my child who was whimpering behind the shield I put up. I changed my appearance again, back to what he was familiar with, letting the field down, he wasted no time running into my arms, sobbing, his little hands grabbing at my skin and holding on tightly.

“Come on baby, let’s go home.”

*Home*

I shielded Kalen’s eyes the entire way home, until I felt him relax against my shoulder, his breathing evening out. Once inside the building I stopped at Ms. Alphonse’s apartment, knocking and she opened the door quickly, pulling us into a hug. I looked behind her, as I hugged her back one handed. The news displayed the attack as breaking news also connecting it to similar attacks in Gotham and other neighboring cities.

“I was so worried about you two. The store was dead center of where the attack was.”

I came inside, pushing the door closed, and sitting Kyle down on the reddish brown couch. Carefully not to wake him up, I let him go and sat down next to him. Letting my relief coming through in a sigh, my body sagging into her couch.

“I was terrified. We hid from those things until they left.”

“I am just glad you are okay.”

She goes into the kitchen, I hear her rattling around, making coffee. The news channel changed gears, still covering the attack but this time grainy video appears on the screen. I quickly make note that it’s me fighting in disguise. Thankfully, it cuts off mid-fight, the camera seemingly destroyed. The anchors all asking

“Who is this woman?”

I dropped my head in my hands, frustrated and scared that I would have to leave. Ms. Alphonse came around the corner, handing me a cup of tea.

“Kyle looks like he’s out for the night.”

“It was a lot for him. The creatures were attacking, and with him being sensitive to sounds and stimulation. He was terrified. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to protect him.”

“I think you did everything you possibly could to get him home safe.”

Ms. Alphonse and I talked for awhile, watching the news coverage, before I gathered up Kalen and took him home. I tucked him into his own bed with a kiss to the forehead and a partially closed door, I managed a hot shower and some wound care from the various scrapes and cuts I took from fighting. Just as I finished, I felt someone approaching my apartment. My defenses raised as they knocked, an invisible barrier that only I could pass through went up. I looked through the peephole, surprised to see who was on the other side. Just knowing my eyes were deceiving me I opened the door and asked.

“What in the hell is Bruce Wayne doing at my front door?”

A/n: As always I appreciate any support this gets. i love seeing likes, reblogs and comments. Makes my day honestly. Hell, maybe I will post the next chapter tonight???

#Clark Kent xOFC #henry cavill x black ofc #Black! OFC #clark kent #DCFilms #fanfiction #henry cavill #SUPERMAN X OFC #superman

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milk-karton-kids · 4 years

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Prodigal Son Fic

Oh look another Prodigal Son Fic

Word Count: 2k

Rating: PG-13 for violence and bodily harm

Pairing: Malcolm x Dani but lowkey

The mission was simple: get in, disarm the killer, save the hostage, and get everyone out- alive. Just because the mission was simple, however, didn’t mean it was going to go smoothly.

First of all, they weren’t even sure if they were at the right location. Malcolm had tried his best with the clues the killer had given them, but there were two locations that had fit the description and the killer’s past perfectly, meaning they were forced to split up- Dani and Malcolm here, at the killer’s childhood home, now overgrown with vines and crumbling architecture- and JT and Gil at the also now-abandoned Woodrow Heights Mental Institution. Both teams had their walkies on and tuned into the same channel to communicate, but it didn’t change the fact they were down half the team on each end.

“Understand the plan, Bright?” Dani asked, strapping on her bulletproof vest.

“Yes, get in, disarm the killer, save the hostage, and get everyone out alive,” Malcolm repeated.

“Good, now stick to it,” Dani scolded, locking eyes with Malcolm. Hers were dark, fierce and intense.

The radio crackled to life, breaking Malcolm away from her gaze.

“Going in now, you two good?” Gil asked.

“Heading in now too,” Dani answered, still watching Malcolm as he adjusted his own vest and placed his gun in his hand.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Dani and Malcolm ran, still crouched, where they had been hiding on the other side of Dani’s car.

The reached the side of the house and skirted along the wall until Malcolm reached the corner and peaked his head out quickly.

“Clear.”

Malcolm ran to the side of the door and peaked in again.

“I should really be going first,” Dani mentioned, and Malcolm looked at her before looking back in the doorway and clearing Dani to go in ahead of him.

Dani took the left side of the foyer and Malcolm took the right. When they had cleared the bottom floor, they met back up.

“Alright, let’s-”

All of a sudden they heard a scream from upstairs.

Malcolm and Dani’s heads shot up to the ceiling and then to each other. They ran for the stairs.

“Gil, we got something,” Dani whispered into her walkie.

“Be careful you two,” Gil’s voice crackled over the radio.

Dani was the first to the top of the stairs where she paused and looked around.

They didn’t hear anything further, so Dani took the left side of the house again while Malcolm took the right. It was in the furthest bedroom at the end of the hall that Malcolm saw a woman tied to a chair with a gag tied around her head through the crack in the door. Her dark hair was messy and had small twigs and leaves in it, and when she turned, Malcolm noticed how red her eyes were and could see the clean tear tracks down her dirty cheeks. When she spotted Malcolm, her eyes widened, and Malcolm quickly raised a finger to his lips, but it was futile: the killer had noticed her reaction and the crack Malcolm was looking through was suddenly filled with the looming figure of a man much larger than Malcolm. Malcolm had enough time to smile sheepishly before the man grabbed his vest and pulled him inside, slamming the door and locking it shut. The man managed to rip Malcolm’s gun away from him and tuck it into the waistband of his pants. They heard footsteps running down the hall and the next thing he knew, Dani was banging on the door.

“Bright? Bright! Bright, are you alright?!”

“I’m fine, Dani, I’m fine!”

“Shut up, or I’ll hurt your girlfriend,” the man snarled, lifting Malcolm off the ground and shaking him.

Wow, the bad guys really do say that, Malcolm thought to himself before he was tossed across the room.

His head hit the wall and when Malcolm came to, he was crumpled up on the floor. He looked up, dizzy, and through the vertigo he spotted the killer holding a knife to the woman’s throat. His MO was less about the method of killing and more about what he did about the bodies after, but Malcolm was determined not to let him get that far this time.

Dani was still pounding on the door when Malcolm sat up, holding a hand to his head.

“Well, would you look at that? Our boy’s awake.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

The man chuckled.

Malcolm reasoned he couldn’t have been out for more than a minute, however, he knew he needed to buy time for Gil and JT to get here. Even with them here, it didn’t change the fact he was locked in the room with the killer, meaning he would have to disarm the man himself.

Holding his hands up in a gesture of no harm intended, Malcolm slowly stood up.

“You don’t have to do this,” Malcolm told the killer.

“I know, I want to,” he smiled menacingly. Malcolm saw that his teeth were blackened and crooked.

“James- that is your name, isn’t it? James?”

The man didn’t reply.

“I know you grew up here, and I know what happened to you in this house. I know what it’s like to feel betrayed by a father. What he did to you was wrong. I know you think that;s what made you who you are, but you can change, take control of your own life.”

“I have taken control of my life,” James replied.

“Why, then?” Malcolm asked, suddenly switching tactics, and slowly taking a step forward. “Why kill?”

“Because it feels good.”

Malcolm took another step.

“And what about after. The bodies? How you display them? Like works of art. Why? What makes them works of art?”

James hesitated, like even he himself didn’t know the answer to. Malcolm, however, did.

“The world is so ugly, and bad things happen to innocent people. You make something beautiful to balance that out.” It was a reach, but Malcolm was just trying his best to stall while he slowly moved forward, wondering when Gil and JT would arrive.

Dani had finally stopped banging on the door and instead was trying to find something to break it down, Malcolm assumed.

He took another step forward.

“They are beautiful,” Malcolm commented, trying to win the killer’s favor and put him more at ease. “Especially for someone with no prior medical or butcher experience. You’ve done really well.”

“I taught myself. I’ve taken control of my life,” Jame repeated.

Another step.

Malcolm could almost touch the knife.

“You have,” he agreed, and took one last step, “So let’s put the knife down and-”

Suddenly a change in emotions was revealed in the murder’s expression, and he whipped the knife away from Malcolm’s tremmoring hands. Malcolm quickly mirrored his movements and went back on the defense.

James swung the knife down at Malcolm but Malcolm ducked and rolled away towards the corner of the room.

Knees bent, Malcolm hovered in a defensive position while James charged at him. Malcolm lunged for his legs and managed to take him down, but at the same time, James had managed to stab at Malcolm’s back through the bullet-proof vest. The tip of the blade pierced Malcolm’s skin and Malcolm let out a howl, but managed to escape James’ grasp. There was nowhere for him to go, however. He was in an empty room with a killer and his victim tied in a chair, and the only escape was the window or to reach the door and unlock it. Even if the fall from the window didn’t leave him paralyzed and he had time to unlock the door and run out, he was only sealing the fate of the woman behind him. Malcolm needed that knife, and so again he struck, this time up high.

James was able to duck under Malcolm’s fist and, off-balance, Malcolm wasn’t able to defend himself. He felt the knife sink into his leg right as the door to the room burst open and Gil, JT, and Dani burst into the room, guns drawn. In his surprise, James let go of the knife.

Without a second thought Malcolm pulled the knife out from his leg with a scream and hobbled over to the women tied up. Bleeding profusely, Malcolm first untied her gag and then went to work cutting the rope from her wrists with the blood-soaked knife. Malcolm stood up from where he was crouched behind the chair and watched his team handcuff James and lead him our of the room. Malcolm walked to the front of the woman and hugged her tightly. She started to cry again in his arms and he didn’t let go until she had settled down. JT and Dani came back upstairs. JT wrapped an arm around the woman and Dani did the same for Malcolm after bandaging his leg and the four of them hobbled down the stairs.

“My gun,” Malcolm huffed.

“We got it. Try not to loose it again.”

Malcolm nodded, which caused him to loose his balance. Dani straighted him back up.

“Take it easy, Bright,” she cautioned. “You did good.”

Malcolm smiled as best as he could through the pain and leaned his head on Dani’s shoulder.

Once James was secure in the patrol car and the woman had been sat in the back of Gil’s replacement car, they helped Malcolm into the passenger side of Dani’s car.

“Get him home and fix him up,” Gil pointed.

Dani rolled her eyes and got into the driver seat of her car. Malcolm was leaning up against window, eyes closed.

Dani looked down at his leg and noticed the blood soaking through the bandage she’d gotten from the first-aid kit in her car.

The ride to Malcolm’s apartment was silent, and Dani helped him walk through the door of his apartment and up onto the platform his bed was on, sitting him down on the edge. She quickly glanced at the chains on the floor and then went into the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. Looking around as she filled up the glass, she noticed that he didn’t have any food in the kitchen aside from a glass jar of black twizzlers on the counter. She sighed and shut the faucet off.

“Bright, what do you want for dinner?” she asked, but Malcolm was already fast asleep in his bed. She noticed that not only had he neglected to take his shoes off, but he hadn’t even bothered to place the cuffs on his wrists.

Dani set the glass down on his nightstand and sat down on the edge of his bed, fearing he would wake up in a terror and hurt himself. She’d sit there all night if she had to.

In less than two hours Malcolm started to shift in his sleep, and Dani turned to look at him. His forehead was sweaty and his wound had started to bleed again, and as he twisted and turned she noticed blood underneath him from a wound she hadn’t known about.

“Bright, BRIGHT!”

Dani grabbed his shoulders and shook him awake.

He sat up, panting, eyes shooting open, a grimace of pain crossing his face.

“Steady, Bright,” Dani told him. He looked around and noticed her phone on the bed next to her. It was open to her text messages with Gil.

“You’re alright now.”

Dani let Malcolm slouch on her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and order some dinner.”

“Aren’t you going home?” Malcolm whispered, throat dry. Dani handed him the glass she’d placed on the nightstand.

“Gil wants me to stay.”

Malcolm took long, deep gulps until the glass was empty. He handed it back to her.

“Do you want to stay?” He asked. His eyes had that innocent puppy look.

Dani paused for a moment.

“Yeah,” she finally said. “I want to stay.”

#brightwell #malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #dani powell #prodigal son #prodigal son fic

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getthefckouttahere · 5 years

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Two Hearts Fixed, One’s Still Broken

prompt/thank you to @lifesasickjoke: nikki cheats on the reader (his fiancée) with tommy’s fiancée, tommy and the reader fall in love and get married. nikki is super upset and that’s why he did the whole drug thing at the wedding pairing: tommy x reader (with a nikki x reader history) A/N: hey this is my first fic for the dirt/mötley crüe so yeah i hope y’all like it and yeah, i guess reader replaces heather here. warnings: mentions of cheating, swearing, mentions of drugs, angst and fluff

“Hey Y/N, d’ya know where Nikki is? I want him to meet Roxie and my parents.” Tommy asked her, giddy like a child on Christmas.

Man, he looked so happy and so excited to get married, she just wished that Nikki would show the same enthusiasm toward her.

Sure, it wasn’t all his fault, seeing as the only other woman in his life had been nothing but a bitch to him. She understood that he couldn’t trust anyone, because the two people that he was supposed to love had let him down, but it still made her sad that he always spoke to she so coldly.

The day he asked her to marry him was both the happiest day of her life and the most relieved she had ever felt in the course of her relationship. She found out that he really did love her, it was just difficult for him to show that strong of an emotion. Because he didn’t know how to.

“He’s probably still in his dressing room getting ready. Follow me.” she replied, walking down the hallway with him following suit.

“You ready for the wedding?” she asked him, grinning when a little squeal emitted from him.

“I’m so pumped! I really like her, dude, and I’m totally ready to spend the rest of my life with her. Maybe even see some little Tommy’s running around the house, y’know?” he snickered.

Tommy really was ecstatic, but what made her feel bad was that his fiancee, Roxie, wasn’t all that interested in him. She had met her before…she really wasn’t that great. Pretty, but that’s where the good qualities end. It just seemed like she wanted to marry him because he was famous and he could buy her things.

It hurt to see her friend so blinded by love, that he can’t see how much he’s being manipulated and taken advantage of.

“Eww, that’s gross! I don’t wanna think about that!” she said, giving him a playful shove on the shoulder.

“What, it’s a perfectly normal part of life! Don’t you have the same thoughts with Nikki?”

“Well, yeah. But honestly if it were to happen, it’d probably be by accident. That man doesn’t make love, he fucks.”

“Fuck that’s disgusting, Y/N!” he laughed.

“Payback, asshole.” she giggled, deciding that her goal was now to make him as uncomfortable as she can.

“I’m serious, man. The noises he makes are basically inhumane-”

“You mean like the ones that are coming from his room right now?”

They were standing outside Nikki’s dressing room door and she only payed attention to what Tommy said right when he mentioned it.

And he was right, those were normally the sounds she’d bring out of him on a regular night.

But now, it was some other girl doing the job for her.

And it wasn’t just some other girl.

“Hey, those female sounds seem familiar too.” Tommy commented, his voice turning softer. She assumed that he had put two and two together.

He knocked on Nikki’s dressing room door and deepened his voice to make himself unrecogniseable.

“Yo Nik, you ready? Tommy wants you.”

They heard the shuffling of feet and what she supposed was them clambering to find their clothes, accompanied by muffled curses.

The door sprang open and confirmed all of their suspicions.

“Shit.” Roxie breathed out, freezing when her eyes met her fiancé’s.

His whole face had gone pale, his bottom lip was trembling. And she could’ve sworn that she could see tears glistening in his bright, blue eyes that were normally so full of joy.

Which was also the moment where she realised she weren’t even hurting for herself, but for him.

“Babe-” Roxie started to explain herself.

“Don’t.” his voice croaked as he turned and ran away.

“I hope you fuckers are happy.” Y/N spat in her face, shooting Nikki, who was stood behind her, a dirty look.

Maintaining the eye contact with him, she slid the engagement ring off of her finger and threw it at him before she ran off after Tommy.

“Tommy! Wait!”

He froze and turned around, tears were starting to fall down her cheeks when she noticed his own tear stained face. It broke her heart, because this was her fault. All of this could’ve been avoided if she’d just told him how bad Roxie was and she was bound to break his heart one way or another.

But she didn’t. She stayed quiet. And now, she was witnessing her best friend’s heart shattering before her.

“Y/N...shouldn’t you be yelling at Nikki?” he said between sniffles.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He couldn’t reply, he just smiled sadly at her while his sobs grew bigger. She ran towards him, wrapping her arms around his torso and buried her head in his chest. He was way too tall for this to be any sort of comfort to him, like he only wanted to comfort her.

But the reminder that the man she loved didn’t love her back made her weak, her knees buckled under her and he fell down with her.

It all felt like an out of place movie scene, the way that her tears slid down the leathery fabric on his shoulder, arms clinging to him while his own hands tightened their embrace.

The way Nikki had given her hugs in the past was nothing compared to how Tommy was holding her. She felt safe, warm and, dare she say it, she actually felt like she was needed. Loved.

She picked her head up from his shoulder to greet his eyes again, tending to the small strands of his black hair that had stuck onto his face. He gave her a toothless smile as a thank you. After all, the last time he ever got a hug that reassuring was from his mom.

Things were tense between the band and Y/N from then on. She had moved out of Nikki’s place in an instant, Tommy by her side helping her as she stuffed all of her belongings into a suitcase.

Tommy himself kicked Roxie out as soon as he could, not even giving her a chance to explain herself.

He cried himself to sleep that night - and every night onwards. He had never had a relationship that ended as messy as this one did, he had never loved a girl as much as he loved Roxie.

The pain got to him, so much that he had to isolate himself from the band for a while, as he couldn’t even manage to look at Nikki without having the urge to punch him.

Not because he stole his girl.

Because he broke Y/N’s heart.

The pair found themselves growing closer together. Tommy would frequently invite her over and they’d spend the day sprawled across his sofa, a platonic tangle of limbs, watching whatever distraction was on TV at the time. But she would never spend the night there.

Until one day where she left her coat at his place and only realised it when she got home. She excused herself out of the apartment she shared with her friend again and drove back to his house, entering his unlocked house, at this point she had her own set of keys, surprised to be greeted by sniffles.

Y/N knew that a week isn’t enough to get over something like this, but she was always under the impression that he was getting better. She immediately ran into his room, where she saw him curled into a ball, rocking back and forth. She took her place next to him.

“Hey, Tom.” she cooed, placing a hand on his shoulder that was shaking as a result of his continuous sobs and tears.

They subconsciously slowed down at the sound of her voice, because he was so used to being soothed by her gentleness, even when they talked about something random like the best flavour of Twizzlers.

Being around Y/N was like a soft, warm blanket, shielding him from the horrors of the world. She, herself, was his safe space.

She helped him sit up and he immediately wrapped his arms around her.

“She fucked me up, man.”

“I know.”

“I’m never gonna find anyone like her.”

That formed a pit in her chest.

Sure, she knew she was just a shoulder to cry on and the only one that offered to comfort him, but she couldn’t help wanting more. It was wrong of her to even think about it.

“No, you’ll find someone better.”

He pulled out of the hug, their faces no more than mere inches away from each other, while Y/N thumbed away the river of tears that had flowed down his face.

“I think I already have.”

She could feel his eyes switch between hers and her lips as he licked his own. He leant toward her, entwining his soft, pink lips with hers and the taste of salt had never been sweeter.

Maybe it was because their fond for each other had grown deeper, or maybe it was because they were both needy and desperate for someone to care for them again, but the kiss just felt right.

Like it was meant to be.

At least, that’s what she told him during their wedding vows. And the two of them laughed her asses off at the fact that her vows were almost identical. He too mentioned that the kiss felt like something that the angels above controlled.

And it would’ve been the happiest day of Tommy’s life, if it wasn’t for Nikki deciding to act like a dick throughout. He regretted asking him to be the best man, but no matter what they’d all gone through, he was still a brother to him.

“She’s really gonna marry me, huh?” Tommy had asked the band when he walked into the lobby, straightening his tie. Vince was sat in a big armchair, spinning around as a result of his boredom, while Mick stared into space, fighting the urge to murder his friend every time he could hear the chair squeak.

“This isn’t some kind of a sick joke, is it?”

“Life’s a sick joke.” Mick chimed in, being the life of the party he normally was.

“Hey, what time is it? I think we should get out there. Hey Nikki, let’s hit it.” he said, looking at him. He was quite clearly doped up again, practically unconscious across the couch. That wasn’t what he meant by ‘hit it’.

“Yo, best man, let’s go! I got a wife waiting.”

Still no response.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tommy muttered, walking over to him.

“Nikki! Wake up, asshole!” he continued, slapping him awake.

“Fuck, dude.” Nikki grumbled as he sat up.

For a split second, he thought that the world he frequently hallucinated every time the heroin entered his bloodstream was real, that this was all for him and the boys were getting ready for his special day with Y/N.

But then he saw the rings placed neatly on the pillow next to him, the rings that weren’t in any way shape or form like the ones he had proposed to her with (he hated to admit it, but they were much better. Tommy had really outdone himself), the reality of what was actually happening hurt him more than Tommy’s slaps.

It got to a point where he was practically stabbing needles, careless whether it drew blood or not. He just wanted to use the heroin as a replacement for what (or who) was once the best part of his shitty life.

His primary sources of happiness were mostly reliant on Y/N and the band, so what else could he have turned to when he drove her away and broke the band with it?

He found his hand flying toward the necklace he never took off, the one Y/N bought for him on their one year anniversary - just a month before he proposed. His fingers toyed with the engagement ring threaded in the necklace, the one he wanted her to wear today. He had been wearing that ring around his neck since the day he broke her heart - and his along with it.

“I’m good.”

No, you’re not. Your best friend is getting married to the love of your life.

“It’s all good, man.”

No, it isn’t. That’s your wife. This was supposed to be your day, but you just had to fuck that up.

“It’s most definitely not ‘all good’, man, but whatever. Just clean up-” Tommy started to spit back, growing sicker of his sarcasm the more time he wasted.

He was interrupted by the sound of Nikki getting up, knocking over the contents on the table in front of him when he leant on it for support.

“Hey!” he yelled, grabbing Nikki aggressively by the shoulders, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

“Get your shit together. I don’t want Y/N to be embarrassed, okay?”

“I’m embarrassing? Cool.” Nikki scoffed. He pushed himself out of Tommy’s painful hold.

“Let’s go marry your fancy ass hand-me-down in this fancy ass hotel-”

“Hey, at least I know how to love the woman.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up. Neither of you even know how to respect a woman, not to mention love one. Nikki just set the standards really low so she fell instantly for Tommy.” Mick rolled his eyes, getting up with some struggle.

“I can be the best man instead if you want, Drummer.” he continued, losing the same amount of hope as Tommy did for Nikki.

“Nah, ‘s cool. I got the rings already. Let’s just get this over with.” Nikki sighed, making a start out of the hotel lobby, not looking back to see if Tommy or anyone else was following.

The time finally came when the boys had taken their spots in a semi circle around the vicar and Tommy, waiting for the heart and soul of the ceremony herself to walk down the white-carpeted aisle.

And what a truly magnificent sight she was, her hair and makeup done to the 9s and her dress…

Fuck, Nikki thought, his hand gripping tighter around the ring on his necklace.

Her dress was the exact same one Nikki had confirmed would be the best one for her.

He felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs and when he looked over to Tommy, he saw that he had the same expression.

That’s when he realised how much this meant for his best friend. He couldn’t ruin this day for him.

He found himself growing more nauseous as she walked toward the front of the church and a huge grin on her face.

The same grin he saw when he proposed. Or when he made cookies that were perfectly crunchy, but also chewy, fit for her liking.

“And do you, Thomas Lee Bass...”

Nikki could barely hear what was happening over the voice that echoed through his head.

You deserve this.

“...take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife

You deserve to be hurt,

“…to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.”

sad,

“To love and to cherish…”

and jealous.

“from this day forward, until death do you part?"

You brought this on yourself.

“I do.”

“I do.” Nikki found himself whispering.

“Yo Nik, the rings.” Tommy whispered. When he didn’t reply, he looked behind him to see that the veins on Nikki’s hand were about to burst, his cheeks the colour of tomatoes.

“Nikki!” he said a little louder this time.

“What?” he jumped, blinking away the tears that started to burn up in his eyes.

“The rings.”

“Oh. Right.” he replied, giving the pillow to the officiant and stepping back, not meeting anyones eyes.

"And now, by the power vested in me by, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Their family and friends all cheered and applauded the happy new couple, giving Nikki the perfect opportunity to slip out unnoticed. He felt as if he would throw up if he spent one more second seeing Tommy in the spot where he should be.

Admittedly, he was happy that Tommy had gotten his moment with a girl that really did deserve it. That she deserved to be loved in a way he couldn’t.

He just had to live with the fact that, if he had gotten his shit together, if he could’ve been a better boyfriend, if he just had the chance to apologise and show how much he really loved her, this would’ve been his moment instead.

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jay-wells-writes · 5 years

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Just Let me Love You (Ralph x reader) smut

ok so I have to give a shout out to @smutfornerds cause she gave me the idea for this story. I haven’t written for our stretchy boi and needed to get something out for him ASAP, so it was mama to the rescue!!!

I will say that I wrote this a lot faster then normal and I think it was because it just came to me and wouldn’t stop till it was done. When I reread through it all sounded good to me so that means it is probably full of mistakes. If so I am sorry!!

Rated: Mature

“Caitlin? What are you doing here so late?”

“Y/N!!!! What are you doing here?”

Laughing you walked over the where Caitlin had been sitting. Holding some paperwork up you set it down next to her and then took a seat.

“I had this for Iris and she told me to bring it down here and leave it for her. So what are you doing here so late?”

“Oh… I had some uh stuff to do and figured it would be better to do it when no one else was around. You know how the guys get when there is nothing going on and they are bored.”

Laughing you spun around in the chair. “No I hear you. I once had them come up and run around trying all of the hands on things. Even though it was a bit annoying I have to admit it had been really cute watching them interact with all the kids. Cisco is like a really big kid and he manages to teach them while making them laugh,”

“What about Ralph?”

Looking down at your lap you could feel as your cheeks turned red.

“What about Ralph?”

“It’s just I thought saw you flirting with him a couple of times. So I thought that you would have been watching him more then you would have Cisco.”

“Of course I watched him with the kids and I can’t help but fall for him even more. He is just a big kid himself and he is great with them, and every time we flirt I try to hint that I would like more; but he either ignores me or doesn’t feel the same way and just doesn’t want to tell me. So I think I am just going to let it go.”

“I wouldn’t do that! I mean, I would keep at him. He once told me that he wasn’t made for love and that he was destined to be only.”

“Why would he think something like that?”

“I wish I could tell you. I guess he doesn’t think he deserves it? I know it sounds stupid. I tried to tell him that it wasn’t true and that there was someone out there for him. I don’t think he believed me much.”

“Why do men have to be such a pain in the ass?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“So if you think I should keep at him what do you think I should do? I mean I have tried everything I could think of. Except for stripping naked and dancing in front of him.”

Just as you had said that Caitlin had taken a drink and started coughing. Patting her back you suddenly felt embarrassed for saying that out loud. You got along with everyone downstairs but this was the first you actually had a deep conversation with her.

“I am sorry Caitlin, I guess that was a bit more information than you wanted to hear.”

Catching her breath Caitlin started to wave her hand. “No, no. You are fine. Just caught me off guard is all. Truthfully though; we both know the type of guy Ralph is. It actually might work out if you did do that.”

Laughing you got up from your chair, placing a hand on her shoulder you gave her a smile.

“Just might. For now I will keep that at the bottom of the list. Thanks Caitlin. Now I am just going to go home and enjoy my weekend by laying on my couch and doing nothing. ”

“No problem. Hopefully it works out in the long run.”

Saturday night you had been doing just what you told Caitlin you would be doing. One of the movie channels had been playing a marathon of all the Predator and Alien movies. You had been right at the point in Predator where the group was attacking the out post when you heard a knock on your door. Pausing the movie you got up to answer the door. Opening the door you were surprised to see that it had been Ralph.

“Ralph, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I was bored and I tried to get the gang to hang out, but everyone was busy. Then Caitlin told me that you might have wanted to do something so I figured I would call and see. Then I saw that a movie channel was playing all the Predators and Aliens and I remembered how we talked about your love for the Predators movies. So I figured that instead of going out we could just relax and watch the movies. I brought snacks?”

Holding up a bag you could see that he had brought things that you would see at a movie theater. Smiling you shook your head as you opened your door for him to come in. Walking into your apartment you saw that Ralph had been in a pair of lounge pants and a well worn shirt, instead of his normal outfits. As you were checking Ralph out he had been doing the same. Instead of getting dressed today you had just thrown an oversize t-shirt over your sleeping shorts and cami, but the way the shirt flowed it looked like you had nothing on underneath.

Walking up to Ralph you could see that your outfit was having an effect on him. Reaching for the bag he had been holding you started to look through it as you made your way back to the couch.

“So what do you have in here? I see the Sour Patch Kids, Reese Cups, Twizzlers, OH! you also got my favorite!!”

Looking back towards Ralph you could see that as you had walked away his eyes drifted down to your ass, but snapped back up to your face when you had turned.

“Uh yeah. I remembered you mentioning them before and I figured since we would be doing movies you would need your favorite snack.”

Giving him a small smile you thank him before looking down to the couch. Before he had showed up you had been laying acrossed the whole loveseat. Setting the bag on the coffee table you started to move things around so that both of you could be sit.

“Sorry, the size of the living room doesn’t allow for anything bigger than this and a chair.”

“No, this fine. It looks more comfortable then what I have at my place.”

Sitting down on one end Ralph let out a chuckle when he looked at your t.v. screen.

“I should have known you would be watching this.”

Tucking your legs up so that they rested between you and Ralph you rolled your eyes. “Watch it. Like you said I have a great love for the Predator movies and if you give me any crap. I will keep all the candy and kick you out.”

Holding his hands up Ralph looked at you with a serious look on his face. “I would never come between a woman and her love for all things Predator. I promise.”

Giving him a smile you reached for the candy he brought you and started the movie.

The first movie had just gotten over and you had started the second one when Ralph asked were the bathroom was. Telling him that it was down the hall you reached to pause the movie when he told you to just let it play. When he got up and made his way to the bathroom you had stretch your legs out in his spot. You had been so into the movie that you didn’t even realized he had came back till he was picking up your feet. Jumping at his touch you tried to sit up so that he could have room.

“No, it is ok y/n. You can rest your feet on me.”

You were about to object when he sat down and placed them in his lap and held on to them when you tried to move them anyways. Knowing that he wasn’t going to let go you turned back to the movie and tried to ignore the heat coming from his body.

You were unsure when it happened, but soon you started to feel Ralph’s thumb run across your ankle. When he realized you weren’t going to pull away, you felt his whole hand start to grab at you. Not wanting him to stop and wanting to see how far he would take it, you just laid there and let him touch you. Soon he started to move his hands up and down your calf, but before he went even further up your leg he stopped and took his hand away. Screaming in your head you thought back to yours and Caitlin’s conversation and knew that Ralph did not see himself worthy of affection. Pulling your legs from his lap you stood and told him that you needed to use the bathroom. Standing in the bathroom you looked into the mirror and asked yourself if it was worth the risk. After making up your mind you walked back into the living room. Ralph had been ready to say something when he saw you, but you didn’t give him a chance to. Because instead of sitting next to him, you planted yourself directly on his lap and kissed him.

To shocked to do anything, Ralph just placed his hands on your hip. When you felt his tongue run across your lips you opened them slightly and let his tongue invade your mouth. While his hands moved from your hips to your back and thigh; one of yours dug into the back of his head and the other ran up and down his chest. When you both pulled apart Ralph laid his head on the back of the loveseat and groaned. Looking back up you could see that he was getting ready to tell you that this was a mistake. Instead of letting him talk you placed your hand over his mouth.

“We are not having this conversation Ralph Dibny. I know that you think yourself unworthy of any type of affection, but I know damn well you deserve it and so much more. From what the others have said, from the very beginning you did everything you could to protect them and help them. You were even willing to die for them. If that doesn’t show you why you deserve it I don’t know what will. Maybe it has something to do with your father and him leaving. I don’t know, and right now it is not important.

What is important is I have had feelings for you for a very long time. I see how you act and you are funny, loving, loyal, and smart. I would love nothing more then to be in a relationship with you, but I know that it will be hard because I would need to remind you everyday you deserve it. So what I am going to do is, I am going to get up and head to my bedroom. If you want to see where this goes, you are more than welcome to follow me. If you truly don’t want this, then don’t. You are free to leave and we will never bring this up again. At least I would know where we stand and I would be able to move on.”

Letting out a scream you clung to Ralph as he suddenly stood up. Before you knew it he was throwing you on your bed and looking down at you.

“Like hell will I let someone else have you.”

Before you could say anything more Ralph was laying on top of you and kissing your neck, bringing his mouth back up to yours the both of you just laid there kissing and touching one another. Soon you started to get warm from Ralph’s body heat, reaching down to the hem of his shirt you started to pull at it.

“Ralph, I need this off. Like yesterday.”

Sitting up on his knees Ralph was quick to pull his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. Before you knew what you were doing you found yourself sitting up and running a hand from his collarbone down his chest. Slipping your fingertips into the top of his pants you pulled at them lightly.

“These too.”

Laughing, Ralph moved from the bed. Placing his hands on his pants he stopped and tilted his head to the side.

“Well if I am going to be showing and telling, I feel like maybe you should be too?”

Keeping eye contact with him you also stood next to the bed. Grabbing both shirts you pulled them over your head at the same time. Ralph had been so into watching you that he froze what he had been doing and just stood there. Slowly you pulled your shorts down, stepping out of them you stood there and let Ralph take his fill. When you started to make your way to him you could see him visibly swallow.

Standing next time him you looked up at him as you started to run your hands over his chest. You could hear his breath hitch when you followed your hands with kisses. Grabbing his hips you slid down to your knees. Looking back up you saw that he had a lustful look in his eyes, and his mouth was hanging open slightly.

“Looks like you could use a little help with these and since I am down here I may as well give you a hand. Don’t you think Ralph?”

Instead of answering you, Ralph thrusted his hips slightly. As you started to pull his pants slowly down his legs you placed light kisses on his stomach. When his pants were on the floor you tapped his legs one at a time and helped him step out of them. Running your hands up his thighs you looked back up at him as you moved him to the side and directly in front of the bed. Grabbing his hand, you felt him tug you up to your feet. Before he could wrap his arms around you though you pushed him onto the bed. Letting out a little chuckle you followed him onto the bed. Settling yourself on his hips, you could feel his cock as it slipped between the outer lips of your pussy. Rolling your hips slightly the both of you let out a little moan.

Leaning down you placed one hand next to his head as your other one dug into his chest. Bringing your mouth to his ear you whispered into it.

“This is all about you Ralph. I told you that I would show you why you deserved this and that is what I plan on doing. So all I want you to do is lay back and just enjoy.”

Looking him in the eyes you began to roll your hips. Bringing your lips to his neck you began to kiss him just below his ear. As you moved your lips to a different spot Ralph turned his head to give you better excess to his neck. Feeling his hands settling on your hips he soon was getting you to move faster against him. Running your nail over his nipple he let out a groan and thrusted up. You could feel him bending a knee slightly behind, allowing him to move easier.

Wanting to hear him groan more you worked your mouth to his collarbone and your fingers back to his nipple. Once you were ready you latched onto his collarbone at the same time that you twisted his nipple and grinded down on him harder. Instead of easing up when he gave a shout in pleasure, you continued to suck and lick at the bite on his collarbone. Before you realized what was happening, you found yourself looking up at Ralph.

“Sorry sweet cheeks, I couldn’t hold back anymore. Feeling the warmth and wetness from you was just teasing me too much and I just needed to be in you. I know you said that you wanted to do this for me, but believe me when I tell you that I have read your message loud and clear.”

Giving Ralph a little frown you slipped your hands from his sides to his back and ran your hands up and down his back. At your touch you saw Ralph close his eyes and moan slightly.

“But I didn’t even get to suck your cock.”

Resting his head on your shoulder Ralph let out a long moan as he trusted his hips into yours.

“Y/n, you can’t talk like that. I hate to admit it, but it has been to long for me and I am not going to last long. Right now I just need to feel you. Please, can I just….”

Instead of finishing comment Ralph just brought his mouth to your collarbone and groaned into it. Reaching between your bodies, you wrapped your hands around his cock. The minute your hand touched him, Ralph thrusted into it. Because he hadn’t moved his head from your shoulder you were able to bring your mouth to his ear.

“You really are close aren’t you? Your so warm and hard in my hand. I can also feel you leaking. Since you took away my fun you better make it up to me Ralph, don’t go slow and don’t go easy. That is the price you have to pay and since I can’t taste you like I planned I guess this will have to do for now.”

Removing your hand from his cock, Ralph lifted his head and watched as you licked your hand. Because you had placed him at your opening, Ralph was slamming into at the sight.

The hand you had been licking shot up to grab the pillow while your other hand dug into his back. Not giving you a chance to catch your breath, Ralph started to movie with short quick thrusts. Suddenly your eyes shot open and looked at Ralph. Smiling down at you he smiled before bringing his mouth to your ear.

“Yes, that is what you thinking. I figured you were set out to give me such a great gift that I needed give one in return and since getting my abilities I have been dying to try this.”

Even as Ralph was talking you could feel him growing longer, it seemed like every time he thrusted back into you he was longer then when he pulled out. Has he thrusted into you once again you saw stars and dug both of your hands into his back.

“There it is. Now it is your turn to lay back and relax sweet cheeks. Oh but before I forget I think I owe you something else.”

Before you could ask him what he meant, Ralph latched onto your collarbone and began to suck and nibble at the spot. When he was happy with his work, he slipped both of his arms under your legs opening you more. Grabbing onto his forearms you could feel them twitch with the strain they were under. Now that he had more room Ralph started to thrust even faster into you, this time pulling all the way out and slamming back in. Before you knew it, Ralph’s mouth was on yours and you were cumming. Thrusting a couple more times into you Ralph pulled out and started to thrust against your outer lips till he was cumming on your lower stomach.

Laying there catching your breath, Ralph moved his arms from your legs and fell on the bed next to you. Reaching for the tissues next to your bed he cleaned up his mess and pulled you to rest on his chest. You laid there and listened to his heart beat as he caught his breath. After he had calmed his breathing and his heart wasn’t pounding you started to run your fingers over his chest. Moving your head slightly you saw the mark you had left on Ralph, it wasn’t to big, but it was dark and noticeable.

“Don’t worry y/n, you got one too.”

Placing your head into his chest you groan out.

“Really Ralph. How am I going to hide this from everyone when I have to wear semi business attire?”

Rolling so that he was now on top of you Ralph leaned down and kissed where he marked you lightly.

“Well y/n, I don’t know how you are going to do that. I can tell you that I will wear mine like a badge and it will feel great knowing when I feel it that you have one just like mine.”

Shaking your head you pulled Ralph in for a quick kiss.

“You are impossible you know that Ralph?” Instead of looking happy Ralph suddenly looked upset and scared.”Ralph? What is it? What is wrong?”

“Y/n, there is something that I need to tell you. See…”

Placing a hand over Ralph’s mouths you stopped him from talking.

“I know what you are going to say and I already know and if you want you can had honesty to that list I gave you.”

Giving you a confusing look, Ralph slipped to the side of you.

“What do you mean you already know what I am going to say?”

“Because I do.”

“Okayyyy. So what was I going to say then?”

“You were going to tell me that the other night down in the Cortex it was you and not actually Caitlin.”

You watched as Ralph’s eyes got huge and he started to give you the fish impression.

“I…. What.. How did you know? And why didn’t you say anything!”

Laughing lightly you ran your hand down his face.

“I knew, because I saw Caitlin leave for the night; I actually talked to her. She had told me that you were downstairs working on your ability to change into other people. It was why I never mentioned or asked about the sweats you had been wearing. As for the not saying anything, I was hoping to find out if “Caitlin” knew anything about why you were not making any moves.

I wasn’t going to say anything because it wasn’t like I said anything bad. Then you shocked me by showing up today, so I knew that I needed to make the move cause you would never do it.”

You watched as Ralph got out of bed and pulled his pants back on. Your heart started to beat faster thinking that you had upset him and that he was going to leave. Instead of reaching for his shirt like you thought he was going to, he reached for your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed. You let out a shout when he then threw you over his shoulder. Grabbing a light blanket he started to make his way out of the bedroom. When you tried to move you could hear the smack he landed on your ass echo. After you stopped moving Ralph started to move again.

“Ralph, what the hell are you doing?”

“We are going to go finish the movies.”

“Okayyyy, well can’t I get dressed first?”

“Hell to the no.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I told you no.”

“And why not?”

“Because you need to be punished for not saying anything.”

“WHAT! WH…” Instead of finishing your sentence you let out a shout when Ralph smacked your ass again.

“Don’t Y/n. You are getting punished cause you let me believe that I had broken your trust. So for your punishment, you are to lay on the couch and watch all the movies with me.”

“I have no issue with watching all the movies with you, but why do I have to be naked?”

“Cause how am I going to play with you and make you cum when I want to if you are wearing clothes?”

“I think we have different meanings for punishment Ralph.”

“We will see sweet cheeks.”

#The Flash #ralph dibny #ralph dibny x reader #Wells family values

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destielthedeathofme · 6 years

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Worthless

Prompt: THIS FUCKING MASTERPIECE

Author: @destielthedeathofme

Pairing: Dean/Cas

Tags/Genre: Destiel, Painter! Dean, Critic! Cas, it's sadder than I anticipated, I'll try to make it funny, it's kinda angsty

Summary: read bro

Author's note: beep boop

~♡~

Dean cursed as Gabe nearly knocked over a display.

"Dumbass! Watch where you're going."

Gabriel just stuck his tongue out at him and proceeded to walk around.

Today was the biggest day of Dean's career and a Twizzler addict was not going to ruin it.

"Hey Dean-o why so glum?"

Dean winced as Gabriel's sickly sweet breath came in contact much too close to his face. Man, personal space seemed to just not affect Gabriel. He didn't expect any more from Gabe. Dean anxiously ran his hands through his hair, he could give Gabriel a million reasons but Dean settled on one.

"Because I'm fucking nervous you dwarf."

"Ouch." Gabriel put his hand to his chest in mock hurt.

Sam wandered over to Dean, but as soon as he spotted Gabriel, started walking fast. In the other direction.

Gabriel's eyes lit up in mischief, "HEYYY SAMMMMYYYY."

You may think by mischief, Dean refers to something childish. But no, simply because Gabriel is the embodiment of mischief.

Dean sighed, he wasn't going to survive today. But at least he was better off than poor Sam. Dean narrowed his eyes at

Charlie who had decided to take a break. Charlie gave him a terrified smile and got up again, undoubtedly cursing him off under her breath. She probably deserved one. Sure he was being a bit bitchy, but he had the right. Everything had to be perfect today.

Dean was your average struggling artist who just moved to the city two years ago. He lived in a tiny apartment where cockroaches ruled and the water tasted like lead, but he was alive and grateful. Dean knew he had to live with it because he was the one who chose to paint. He was the one that chose to paint and he would live with the consequences. Painting wasn't just colors and a canvas to Dean. No, it was much much more. Painting consumed him. Every stroke, every speck. And there wasn't Dean without art.

Too bad his father couldn't see that.

But Dean was still grateful, nonetheless that Sammy had flown out to see him. Sammy was the only family he had left. His friends were the best. He couldn't be more grateful for Gabriel, Charlie, Benny, Garth, and Jo, all of whom had shown up today.

Dean didn't like being the center of attention, how ironic that he was having an exhibition, full of his works, everything that symbolized him. Sure he liked to fool around at parties and make jokes like his life depended on it. But when it mattered, Dean didn't like attention. Maybe because he grew up without it.

Dean stifled a laugh as he saw Sam start to run away from Gabe, who seemed to catch up to Sam within seconds although his legs weren't even half as long. Funny what love could do.

Someone came up from behind him and Dean turned, sensing the "boo".

Jo pouted at him, hands at her hips, "You're no fun, Winchester."

Dean smirked, "Honey, you and I both know that's not true."

Jo hugged him, laughing, Dean loved Jo she was his best friend next to Charlie and the others. Her mom was also kind of his mom. Ellen has raised him, especially when John couldn't.

Dean circulated throughout the room, eyeing every exhibit, making sure it was set to perfection. He nodded approvingly at his friends, Garth and Benny, especially who had shown up a little early to help him.

God, what would he do without these people?

A voice chimed in, "Crash and burn."

Dean grinned at Charlie who had probably heard him although he was fairly sure he didn't say it out loud. Dean wondered how she was still beaming even after missing out on nearly 2 meals. Sure they ordered food but Charlie was hell-bent on helping.

"So I did some digging online and I know some critics that are going to show up today."

Dean's face lit up, finally some good news, there wasn't a single critic in the area that he didn't know. Dean would be prepared for them.

"Well? Spit it out."

"Okay geez, anyway I've got Balthazar you know the party freak, Chuck the guy who used to be a prodigy, Amara the one who's always trying to get in your pants, Rowena the bitchy one, and Castiel?"

Dean's face when white at the mention of Castiel.

Castiel Novak was a legend in the art industry. Anyone and everyone knew him. But he'd gone quiet over the years, just sort of disappearing. Much to Dean's disappointment, no amount of stalking would even bring up a picture of the guy or where he was. He was Dean's inspiration in art, for as long as he could remember. Castiel was known for his attitude and infamous temper. Maybe that's why Dean liked him so much. Hell, the focal point of tonight’s exhibition was a piece inspired by Castiel. Dean had named it “Angel”, and as cliche as that sounded, it was true. Castiel specialized in angels and supernatural beings, as did Dean. But his Angel tonight had been to honor his mother, Dean tried his best to replicate her and hadn’t let anyone see that one yet.

Here's the million dollar question.

How the fuck did he know who Dean Winchester was?

"Earth to Dean Winchester!!"

Dean blinked, "Uh yeah right here."

Charlie huffed in annoyance, "Dean you look like you just saw a ghost, are you alright? You know what, don't answer that, go take a walk."

Charlie pushed Dean towards the door, as much as he protested, but maybe this was a good idea.

As Dean opened the door, his nerves multiplied as he saw people start entering. The exhibition didn't start till 5:00 but there were some people trickling in.

something that would hopefully help him relax. But as fate would have it, Dean doesn't get to relax. Dean opened the large door of the exhibition hall and started walking outside, but there were too many things on his mind and so he bumps into someone.

Naturally, Dean's first response was,

"Are you blind?"

Dean looked up at the man who was frowning at Dean. Dark hair and blue eyes the guy reminded Dean of someone he knew but he was too pissed off to care. Now if Dean Winchester had been paying attention he would have noticed the way the man’s hair curled around his neck and how gravelly his voice was. But Dean totally wasn’t paying attention to those things. Totally not.

"You bumped into me."

"Whatever."

By the time Dean had finished taking a walk, it's time for the exhibition to start.

Dean would like to think that he's relaxed at this point, many people had already offered deals on his artwork, commissions, praises. But Dean isn’t. No, Dean was waiting for Castiel. If Castiel would so much as nod at his painting Dean would be complete.

It was time for the Q/A session and as far as Deam could tell, Castiel was a no-show. This was it. The time for the big reveal.

Dean pulled the sheets from over the painting.

Little gasps erupted amongst the crowd and Dean felt a huge weight being lifted off his shoulders. He looked over to Sam who had tears in his eyes.

Dean’s voice cracked as he spoke, ”This is my final piece of the night.”

He took a shaky breath.

“A-Any questions?”

At least a hundred hands shot up in the air and Dean felt like the room was getting smaller. He patiently answered them all, beaming at the positive responses.

“Who is your inspiration for this piece?”

“Well the actual piece is of my mother but one of my favorite artists Castiel Novak inspired the style.”

When the crowd quieted down, one hand remained in the air, and between the blinding lights with a mix of nerves Dean almost didn't see that hand.

“Would you like my opinion of your work?”

Its the same voice from earlier and Dean can’t help but feel a strange sense of deja vu.

“Yes.”

“It's worthless.”

The crowd gasped as a few shouts were aimed at the man.

Dean went a little numb. And at that moment Dean blessed his smart-ass self.

“I know but tell me anyway.”

The crowd roared and Dean could've sworn he saw the man smirk.

“My name is Castiel Novak and I will pay as much as you’d like for this painting.”

Dean was going to faint but his ego wouldn’t let him.

“It's not for sale.”

“My point exactly, this painting is worthless for anyone but you, because it holds much more meaning for you than it ever will to anyone else.”

“And since you won’t sell me this painting I would like to commission a painting from you.”

“For my entire fortune. But one exception, you will do so under my roof and my rules.”

“Do you accept?”

“I do.”

#omfg #supernatural #what have i done #destiel #otp #fanfic #oneshot #read pls #idek #destielthedeathofme

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nocteverbascio · 6 years

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luclex - roommates

this was kind of based off the prompt “We’re at a party and someone asks what your type is and you describe me perfectly while staring right at me” AU but it is also a sequel to this little ficlet i wrote Roommates + Awful First Meeting

you can enjoy it here on tumblr or on ao3 link

“Are you sure you’re okay to come with me?” Alex asks, wringing her fingers as she stands in Lucy’s doorway. She should be getting dressed but she just got back from the lab and she’s still in her sweatshirt and jeans.

Lucy’s putting on her make up already and she just needs to change her dress. A notoriously sexy red dress that will definitely catch attention. She pauses to look at Alex. “Are you changing your mind?” She continues to put on her blush. “Because that’d be really shitty of you to change your mind as I am getting ready.”

“No! Not at all! I want you to come!” Alex quickly says, pushing up her glasses by the side carefully. She bites her lip. “It’s just that I know your dad hates anything media related and CatCo is kind of...worldwide media.”

Lucy drops her hands on the vanity and stares at Alex. “Do you know who my sister is? Pulitzer Prize winner? For outstanding journalism?” Alex shrugs. As if she’s supposed to know what that means. “My dad just doesn’t like the media delving and trying to uncover government secrets. It makes us look bad.”

Alex’s face screws up in confusion. “So should you even be there? Being JAG and all that.”

Lucy turns her head to Alex. “I’m going because you asked me to.” Alex opens her mouth and Lucy points her brush threateningly at Alex to stop her from speaking. “And I want to go with you. It’ll give me an opportunity to tell your adviser embarrassing stories about living with you.”

Alex’s jaw drops and she points at Lucy in return. “Don’t you dare! There are no embarrassing stories that need to be shared!”

Lucy laughs and bats Alex’s finger away with her brush. “No promises.” Alex pouts and Lucy waves her off. “Go, go, get ready. I can’t look hot enough for the both of us.”

“Is it too late to disinvite you?” Alex grumbles as she turns around to go to her room.

Lucy could eat Alex up. Honestly, she could. It’s not like she hasn’t thought of it before. It’s not like Alex hasn’t thought of it before.

After Lucy met Alex the first time at the bar, despite their obvious physical attraction, they did a good job being “adult” about the whole situation. They were both respectful and surprisingly good roommates.

Alex had her controlled mess because she was constantly in and out because of lab at odd hours, while Lucy was immaculate because she was constantly in and out because of the office at odd hours. The first couple of months they shared were the odd 4pm dinners and 2am snacks at times. On the rare occasion, they had a weekend off at the same time, they came together to actually talk about what they needed to get done for the apartment.

However, this was a rare occasion that they were going out to a public event together. An event that they both needed to get dressed up for.

Lucy can’t help but stare at Alex’s figure. Underneath the sweaters and jeans Lucy generally sees her in, when Alex dresses up, she’s a showstopper. Even if Alex is in a simple black dress, the halter neck shows off her shoulders and the fabric hugs every curve of Alex’s body with cut just below her knees shows off her toned calves. Alex doesn’t even need to do much with her hair (it was only at the insistence of Lucy telling her to add some mousse for volume) that makes her look even prettier.

Maybe she shouldn’t be staring so much because they’ve been standing so close too each other since they’ve arrived and Lucy can feel Alex radiating heat off of her body. It’s mostly Lucy’s fault because every time Alex introduces her to someone, Lucy always has a comment.

"Wow, Alex, where have you been hiding this beautiful woman?”

“She keeps me handcuffed to the bed,” Lucy jokes like she can’t help it. She honestly can’t because the look on Alex’s face is priceless.

Cisco laughs boisterously even though he reaches for Lucy’s hand charmingly. Lucy takes it easily. “I always knew Alex was freaky,” he leans in conspiratorially.

Alex slaps at Cisco’s wrist to let go of Lucy. “Shut up, Cisco, don’t listen to her,” she quickly denies. “Lucy’s my roommate.”

Cisco’s eyes widen at the realization. “Oh! The roommate.” He laughs at Alex, pointing at her. “Ahhh. And they were roommates.”

Alex rolls her eyes. “This is Cisco. I’ve mentioned him before.” Lucy nods to Alex. He’s made of memes and twizzlers.

“Nice to finally meet you, Cisco,” Lucy says kindly. “It’s good to know that at least one of the people she regularly talks about exists.”

“Do you really think all of my friends are imaginary?” Alex throws back in annoyance.

“Hmm, or alien.” “Mostly, alien.” Lucy and Cisco say simultaneously. They share a joyful look to each other before Cisco cheers and gives Lucy a high five.

“Alright, alright,” Alex breaks up the connection and pulls Lucy to her side. “Stop ganging up on me. I didn’t bring you here to do that.”

Lucy nods, pretending to be serious. “Right, arm candy. Got it,” she adds a little salute before slipping hand into Alex’s and holding onto the crook of her elbow. “Lead the way.” She looks up at Alex, who is briefly fixated on Lucy’s fingers laced in hers. It doesn’t change the fact that Alex’s hand is warm and soft and being this close to her was perfect.

Lucy tries to be less teasing as Alex introduces her to a few of her professors and possible doctoral panelists. It surprises them both when a reporter stops to ask Alex about her research with J’onn. She uses some of her charm to bolster Alex and Alex’s flustered reaction says it all. Alex is far too humble for all the genius work she’s doing on xenobiology.

“I must’ve sounded so stupid just now,” Alex shares, slightly mortified after the reporter. “I don’t usually talk to reporters. That’s J’onn’s expertise.”

Lucy nods, understanding, hooking onto Alex’s arm. ”How about we get a drink? Just to take a break.”

Alex nods in agreement and lets out a sigh of relief. “That sounds like such a good idea right now.”

The bar is getting full and there isn’t too much space until Alex finds a spot at the end.

“I’ll go get the drinks,” Lucy declares. Alex doesn’t argue with Lucy because she knows that Lucy has her way of getting the bartender’s attention.

Alex just stands in her spot and leans casually against the bar, staring after Lucy. She smiles because the immense relief she feels by Lucy’s presence. Even though she’s been more flustered than not by Lucy’s comments, Alex can’t help but feel relaxed. It’s what she needs to seems less like she only spends time in the lab.

“Did I just see you talking to Linda Park?” Cisco immediately asks as he approaches the bar. He’s nursing something that looks like scotch but smells nothing like it.

“Yeah, she wanted to ask me about my research,” Alex answers, still mildly confused that she was briefly interviewed.

Cisco whistles and leans against the bar. “I wish she interviewed me.”

Alex snorts at Cisco. “You just want to flirt with her,” she points out.

Cisco blows a raspberry before sipping his drink. “Are you kidding me? Maybe she would wanna flirt with me. Who knows?” Cisco’s MO is never hard to read.

Alex rolls her eyes.

Lucy reappears beside Alex and hands her a glass that matches her own. “They have Suntory,” she says to Alex with excitement.

Alex takes the glass of whiskey and a whiff of it has her recoiling. “Why is it so strong?”

Lucy just tips the glass in Alex’s hand by the bottom. “Strong scent, but smooth finish. You’ll like it.”

Alex almost spills some of it but manages to drink some of it. Lucy is of course right. “God, that’s good,” Alex exhales feeling the whiskey slide down her throat with ease and warming her with the spice.

Lucy just shares a look of I told you so and sips on her own glass. She notices Cisco finally. “Hey, Cisco. How’s your night going? Anymore failed attempts at flirting?”

Cisco holds his hand over his heart dramatically. “Okay, one: ouch. Two: rude. And three: what makes you think there were any failed attempts?” Lucy raises her eyebrows alongside Alex. “Wow, you two really are something else.”

“Don’t feel so bad, Cisco,” Lucy tries to ameliorate. “You’re just not my type.”

Cisco raises his eyebrows almost conspiratorially. “Pray tell, Lucy Lane, roommate of Alex Danvers, what is your type?”

Alex shakes her head. “You don’t have to answer that,” she interjects.

Lucy purses her lips at Alex. “I think I will,” Lucy wiggles her eyebrows, “just to set the record straight.”

Alex warms because Lucy’s flirting with her again. She knows that Lucy is flirting because her eyes dim just ever so slightly. And she’s seen that at 2am, when they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, eating dinner, talking about their day.

“Cisco,” Lucy addresses, even though her eyes linger on Alex, “I like the girl next door. The one that wears sweatshirts with holes in them and has messy hair when she rolls out of bed with her glasses on.” Alex nonchalantly sips her drink even though her back starts to warm. Lucy complains about her sweatshirts all the time.

“Mmm, that’s cute, that’s cute,” Cisco concurs with a raise of his glass.

“That’s only half of it,” Lucy continues quickly. “What’s really hot is when she gets really passionate about her work. She can talk for hours about science and I won’t know half of what she’s talking about but when she has this excitement in her voice and a childlike wonder in her eyes--” Lucy glances at Alex and brings the glass to her lips. “There’s nothing sexier than that.”

Cisco whistles. “Damn girl, I wonder who you could be talking about.”

“Just a girl.” Lucy takes a sip of her whiskey and Alex swallows.

She feels hot. At least, she thinks she feels hot. It must be the whiskey. But honestly, she knows better. The arousal in Lucy’s eyes are evident. She remembers it from the first night they met. The night they were kissing in the bathroom, ready to fuck each other---

“You need another drink?” Lucy suddenly casually asks Alex, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Alex looks at the empty glass in her hand and hands it to Lucy dumbly. “Yeah, sure,” she tries to clear her throat. “Thanks.” She smiles even though she can feel her nerves worked up.

“I’ll be right back.” Lucy looks to Cisco. “Did you need another drink?”

“Nope, I’m good with my Coke here,” Cisco lifts his glass. Lucy nods and walks down the bar to find the bartender.

Once Lucy is out of earshot, Cisco sidles up beside Alex. “Did Lucy just describe you?”

Alex feels her cheeks warm instantly. “No,” she hotly protests. “That could be any girl she’s talking about.”

“Oooh gurl. Any girl you say. Alright, alright, alright. But she only has eyes for you.”

#luclex #the directorship #roommate au #stream of consciousness #flirting #mutual something i dont know

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akingsfool · 6 years

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Movie Night

@awwwwwwdang here it is. Sorry it wasn’t posted earlier, I finished right before I boarded the plane

“Have fun, Benjamin!” Buttons mom called from her room. Buttons waved to his four younger siblings and shut the door behind him. It was the first Friday in July. The first Friday of every month, the whole gang would meet up at someone’s house and have a movie night. The host changes monthly, but occasionally someone will lose a bet. This time, it was at JoJo’s house.

Buttons ran down the steps to the apartment building and stepped out onto the busy sidewalk. People rushed by in a hurry to get to one place or another. Buttons was also in a rush, but only because he didn’t want to be late. If he was late, all the snacks would be taken before he got there.

He crashed into someone. The boy looked over at who he ran into. It was Henry.

“Hey, Henry. What’s up?” Buttons asked. Henry joined Buttons on his walk to JoJo’s house.

“Not much. I was going to come find you. Jack wasn’t sure if you were coming this time or not,” Henry replied. Buttons made a face.

“Why?” Buttons scrunched his nose. Yeah, he was usually late, but he was still coming.

“Because we know that your moms been sick lately. We weren’t sure if you were staying home with her,” Henry explained, both boys crossing the street. That made sense. Buttons’ mom had been sick lately, and he had been missing some stuff to take care of her and his siblings. But he would never miss movie night.

“Henry, out of all the things I’ll miss, I will never miss movie night,” Buttons pulled open the door for JoJo’s apartment. His parents were out of town, so it just gave their big friend group more room to hang out. Both boys walked in silence up the stairs. Henry knocked, but Buttons stood in front of the door.

“Who is it?!” Someone shouted, probably Race. Buttons rolled his eyes.

“It’s Henry and Buttons!” Henry shouted, hoping to be heard through the thick wooden door. Buttons tapped his fingers against the doorframe.

“Who?” Race called back. Buttons jiggled the door knob. Locked, just like always. They should have just climbed through the window. None of their friends ever left their windows locked. Just in case.

“Very funny, Race,” Henry sighed and dropped his hands to his sides. Buttons rested his head against the cold wood the door was made of. They weren’t late. A few minutes early, to be in fact.

“Whose Race?” Race called. Buttons banged his head against the door. He didn’t get enough sleep for this.

“Antonio “Racetrack” Higgins, open the damn door,” Buttons snapped. He could hear the door being unlocked. So, he stood up straight so he wouldn’t fall in.

“Benjamin “Buttons” Davenport, glad to see you made it,” Race laughed, letting Henry and Buttons in.

“Of course I made it,” Buttons stuck his tongue out at Race. “I’d never miss movie night.”

“Now That Buttons and Henry are here,” Romeo gestured to the tv. “Can we please pick a movie?” Everyone was spread out everywhere. Smalls, Tommy Boy, Finch, Mush, Specs, Les, and Romeo were all sitting on the floor. Crutchie, Jack, Elmer, Albert, JoJo, Davey, Tex, Spot, and Race were taking up all the couch and chair space. Buttons and Henry joined the guys on the floor.

“Well, what are our options?” Henry asked. Romeo glanced up, then grabbed two dvd cases and held them up. It looked like the two options were Mulan, or Coco.

“I say we watch Coco, it’s still new and most of us haven’t seen it,” Buttons shrugged, snatching a blanket from Smalls. The room went silent. A rare occurrence when you have over twelve teenagers in the same room.

“Buttons has a point,” Davey said after a moment. The room murmured in agreement.

“Coco it is!” Romeo declared, jumping up to put the movie in. Buttons made himself comfortable, excited to see this movie.

The end credits began to roll, Les turning on the lights. Buttons was crying. And, by the sound of it, everyone else was too. He looked around. Tears were streaming down the faces of his friends. Even Spot was crying. For a minute, no one did or said anything. It was weird, to have everyone silent and crying. Race wasn’t even making a comment about the film.

“How can a child’s film make us cry so much?” Mush asked, breaking the silence they all fell into. Buttons wiped the tears from her face.

“I don’t know,” Spot said softly.

“I say Buttons holds the next movie night,” Albert said, wiping his face with the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “For picking a movie that made us all cry.”

“Yeah!” Race shouted, wiping his tears. Buttons held his hands up in surrender. The boy didn’t have any problems hosting the next movie night.

“Ok, ok,” Buttons sighed. “But you all agreed to it!” Jack looked offended.

“We didn’t know what we were getting into!” Elmer shouted. It escalated to an all out war. Popcorn was thrown, twizzlers were chucked, and things were said. Nothing to hurtful, though. They were mad, not enemies.

“Benjamin “Buttons” Davenport, to you take responsibility for choosing the movie?!” Davey shouted from behind the couch. Buttons and a few others had taken cushions and built a small fort to shield themselves.

“Yes!” Buttons shouted, wanting the attack to stop. “I take responsibility. And I’ll host next months movie night, I swear!” All attacks stopped.

“Ok,” Race said, coming out from behind the couch. “Now we gotta clean this up.” Everyone pitches in. After all, they all had a hand in the fight. It was a good thing that JoJo’s parents weren’t home. They would have had a fit after seeing the mess.

Buttons went home that night and flipped down on the couch and sighed. After seeing the mess back at JoJo’s, Buttons didn’t really want to host a movie night. But, a deals a deal.

#newsies #newsies fanfic #newsies live #buttons #specs #crutchie #romeo #spot #race #jack #smalls is a girl i dont make the rules #finch writes stuff

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crowleyellestair · 7 years

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Leonard Snart- Profiler

AN/ This is a sort of Criminal Minds- Flash crossover.

Masterlist

Summary: You worked for the BAU and you were the top profiler, and you met the flash by figuring it out. Now you’re on team flash, and you are now the person to make or break the team.

“Okay. Thank you Spencer. I miss you guys! Bye.” You put the phone down, and look at the rest of the team. The new team. Team Flash.

“What is it Sherlock?” You smile at Cisco’s nickname for you, and shake your head.

“They won’t be able to make it out here for us, but Spence is always okay with me calling him for advice. We’re on our own for this one.”

Harry walks over and clasps his hand on my shoulder,

“You’re all the help we need.” I give a respectful, curt nod. I was apart of the team, but at the same time, I was fairly new and I didn’t feel ‘in’ yet. I have helped out alot, but I can’t do too much. I could figure out how to find the people, or know who they are based on the crime scene, but other than that not much. I’m only on this team because I transferred to CCPD, figured out it was Barry, and asked him.

Cisco ripping open a new bag of twizzlers catches my attention. We make eye contact, and he smiles while throwing me two. I smile back and plop into my spinning chair. I start to spin, and push of the desk, propelling me back, away from the desk, and into someone. I stand when the chair stops, and I come chest to chest with one of the most handsome men I have ever met.

“Careful sweetcheeks. People get hurt when they’re this close.” He softly, slowly blinks, his piercing eyes looking back at me. His smirk not fully reaching his eyes.

I sit back down into the chair, and slide back to the desk.

“Snart. What are you doing here?” Barry’s body showed defensive actions, but I could tell it was somewhat for show.

“I need you to take someone in for me.” Cisco, Harry, and Barry looked very confused. He rolls his eyes, “This guy named ‘Double Down’. He showed up at my place last night, and said he had Lisa.”

“Then why didn’t you stop him?”

“Because his body is made of cards, and did magic or something to disappear.”

“Actually, if his name was Double Down, it could be referring to gambling. And you must be Leonard Snart, so it’s someone that knows you. Otherwise he wouldn’t have really known that Lisa is an obvious pressure point of yours. So we’re looking for a gambling un-sub, who is seeking vengeance. Kidnappers only show up to the family in someway if they want a ransom, or some form of payment. And in this case, I think he might want your life. Do you know of anyone who sounds like that, that you know?”

Everyone was quiet.

“Who the hell is she?” Leonard looked mildly impressed, yet offended.

“A former BAU agent. She’s the CCPD’s first profiler.” Cisco sounded excited, but I keep eye contact with Snart. He was so beautiful.

“Charming.” I smile, but he doesn’t return it, “It sounds like Jeremy Tell. So how do we get him?”

“This is a terrible idea.” Len’s hand is cold against the small of my back. His hand was pressed against my bare back. The dress I was wearing made me slightly uncomfortable, and his touches weren’t helping. Nor was his attitude.

“Barry’s leg is severely injured, and I have bagged over one-hundred serial killers. I think we’ll be okay. But the lack of confidence in me is kind of messing me up right now, so if you don’t mind,” I stop and look him dead in the,”Shut up.” We keep walking till I spot our target. I stop Len again, “You seem like a cool guy, but you seem like your emotions will get the better of you, so let me do the talking.”

He shakes his head,

“No. That’s my sister-”

“Exactly. And I will save her. I didn’t mean to, but I may have slightly psychoanalysed you. I know you love her more than your own life, and because of that, you’re prepared to do something stupid. Let me do the talking.” He still has a hard exterior, “Please?”

He sighs and nods, but his eyes are threatening. I nod, understanding that if Lisa get’s hurt, so do I.

We both fall into our persona’s, acting like a gambling couple, but him being the support, and I the gambler.

We make our way over to the table, sitting across from Jeremy who’s holding Lisa close to his side. She looks to Leonard, them exchanging eye contact before she breaks it off, and looks at me. I nod respectfully, and she doesn’t look confident in me, probably because she think’s he’ll trade me for her. And that was an option Len came up with, but the team shot it down.

She’s dress in a beautiful gold gown. Jeremy has a ‘Phantom of the Opera’ thing going on, with a nice suit and A white mask. Leonard is dressed in his best. A double breasted, dark blue suit. I had on a black dress that fit snug against my curves, but had an opening down my back and a slit on my right leg through the floor length flow of the skirt.

Len was to the right of me, and I could feel his clenched hand on my bare thigh. I push his hand with my leg, and he looks at me. His face tries to soften, and it does a little. I try and tell him to calm down just by body language, and it seems like ha got the memo.

We’ve only met three days ago, but I think we make a pretty good team. I know he’s the enemy, but damn, I love being around him.

“Are you ready to pay, Leonard?”

“We’re actually at an impasse, Mr.Tell.” Both Lisa and Jeremy look at me with confusion.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“I am the middle man.”

“Snarts a man. He can face me himself.” Time to do what profilers do best. I lean forward a little, and look him dead in the eyes.

“You like to be in control, don’t you, Mr.Tell? That’s why you’ve dragged us into this galla you threw as a cover for Leonard’s and maybe Lisa’s death, am I correct? It’s your venue, your rules, your kidnapping. But you’ve made a mistake. You don’t control Leonard’s thoughts or actions.You wanted the satisfaction of revenge do much that you didn’t think it all the way through.”

Tell tightened his grip on Lisa, and a small gasp came out of her. Leonard was about to stand, but

i put a gentle hand on his thigh.

“What are you talking about?!”

“If he says no, you don’t get the satisfaction.”

“Then I’ll kill her!”

“But then you have nothing to hold against him, and he would have the right to kill you.”

“He wronged me first!”

“But not by blood! You’re obviously mad because he won in a card game and took a lot of money or a jewel from you.” He loosens his grip on Lisa.

“So what are you suggesting?”

“A rematch. If he wins, he gets Lisa. If you win- well. Then you get Leonard.”

He smiles, and sits quiet for a minute. He nods, and pulls out a deck of cards, and starts to deal. I pinch Leonards leg, and stare at the cards.

“I want to play with house cards.” Yes! He got what I was trying to say! Seriously, we need to team up after this.

“No.”

“Why not?” Leonard’s voice is dripping with venom. I interject.

“Are those your cursed cards?” Jeremy looked surprised, “Word is, is that they merged with your body. I’m assuming they can be taken off. That’s an unfair advantage if you have cards in your favor.” Lisa speaks up,

“How would you know that it’s those cards?”

“Because his mask is white. It’s plastic, but it has fabric to soften his edges. He wants to be in control, but he also wants to impress, or feel needed by ladies. That’s why he took you instead of his well known partner- Not that you’re not well known. I’m not going to lie, I’m actually a fan of the ‘Golden Gilder’. You’re pretty empowering.” She smiles, and nods.

We call over a waiter, and get a house worker.

I deal the cards. Both sides agree to me dealing, since it’s very hard to cheat as the house. But I went to magic camp for two years, and I need to use those tricks for my job.

I trust Leonard to an extent, but it’s his and his sister’s life on the line, so I cheat. Using some tricks from magic camp, I slip him a king and a queen under the table, passing it off to the others as me just being ‘handsy’. He has a jack and a ten- all cards are the suit of hearts.

Tell smirks, and puts his cards face up on the table. Lisa looks worried.

“Straight flush. Looks like I win.” I look worried as a facade. Try and show the target that you don’t really know what’s going on to limit suspicion.

Leonard puts his hand down, showing a royal flush- which is the best hand in the game.

The next few hours were blurry. I remember his cursed cards flying towards Leonard, and me jumping in front of him.

“Seriously screw that guy man. I didn’t even get to keep the cards.” Len chuckles,

“But they’re cursed.”

“So?!” I slowly roll the tank top over my torso, the ten card cuts scattered over my torso making it hard. Snart looks guilty, seeing me struggle. He walks over and helps pull the shirt the rest of the way down.

“In my line of duty, I’ve been shot, kidnapped, fought, and disabled bombs. These ten marks just at to the conglomerate of scars I already have. Plus, I don’t see scars as a bad thing. I’ve gotten these scars from something evil, like a murderer, bomber or rapist. But I get them because I try and stop them from hurting others. I get the scars so somebody else doesn’t have to. So don’t beat yourself up. I saved you so you and Lisa can be together. That’s the whole reason we were there in the first place.”

Leonard nods and smiles, going quiet for a minute,

“Thank you.” I smile,

“I mean, if you’re really feeling bad about it, you can repay me. You. Me. Dinner. Doesn’t have to be fancy or anything, but I’d like to see you again.” Len smirks and starts to walk away.

He’s about to walk out of the door, when he pulls his parkas hood up. He stops for a split second, not looking back. His voice like velvet in my ears,

“Tomorrow at eight. Wear something just as beautiful as you did tonight.”

And with that, he walks off.

#snart #lisa snart #Leonard snart imagines #leonard snart x reader #legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow imagines #flash #flash imagines #dc #barry allen #cisco ramon #harrison wells

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grayson-dolans-dangly-earring · 7 years

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It Started With A Treehouse (G.D.)

I havent written any Grayson smut in forever soooooo here take this garbage lmao

@scuteedolans @dangly-feather-earring-dolan @pinksnapbackbullshit

Ethan, Grayson, and I had been inseparable for our entire lives. We grew up as neighbors, the twins ran into my backyard and climbed into my tree house scaring the hell out of me when we were five years old and the rest is pretty much history. Our parents became friends, we went on vacations together, we were babysat together, and we got along great so we basically grew up in each other’s pockets. As we got older the twins grew like weeds and bulked up quite a bit. There was no denying that they were handsome young men, I just wasn’t attracted to either of them. Or so I thought.

As time went on, I realized a little part of me always loved Grayson a little bit more than Ethan. I always gave in to him, whether it be where we went to eat or what game we played. All he had to do was look up at me through the thick fringe of his eyelashes with those big hazel puppy dog eyes and my resolve would crumble in an instant. His face would split into a beautiful grin, flashing his brilliant white teeth, and I’d melt. Of course, to his face I would scoff and pretend to be irritated but I was never really upset. I don’t think I ever could be.

It was late on Saturday night, and my phone rang with a text message.

*Group Chat*

G: hey sluts, movie night?

E: first off, rude. second, no.

Me: why not E? hot date tonight?! Lmaooooo

G: yeah right, Y/N. maybe with his left hand.

Me: EW

E: HEY LISTEN I COULD GET A DATE IF I WANTED ONE

G: suuuuuure ya could buddy.

E: I don’t see you on many dates dear brother so….

Me: OH SICK BURN BABY

G: you two are the worst

E: aww ya sad now?

Me: yeah gray, ya gonna cry?

G: fuck offfffff. Is anyone coming to watch this fucking movie with me or what????

E: I already said no, dingus. I’m sleeping at Aaron’s house tonight

G: so you DO have a hot date!

Me: don’t let things get too sexy tonight E!

E: you are both monsters.

Me: gray I’m in for a movie if you want. As long as its nothing that sucks.

G: do my choices ever suck?????

Me: um remember the 4th of july with the twizzlers and half a bottle of fireball???

G: I MEANT MY MOVIE CHOICES NOT MY LIFE CHOICES Y/N.

Me: mhmmmmmm

G: I came out to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now.

E: gray that was lame

Me: you are LITERALLY a living meme

G: yeah but you love me baby!

E: I don’t!

Me: yeah yeah whatever I’ll be over in 5

G: YAY!

I put my phone in my pocket before I slipped my shoes on. I called out to my mother to let her know where I was going on my way out the door. I walked across the driveway and into the Dolan’s front yard. I didn’t bother knocking and I just walked inside. I knew everyone else was gone because the only car in the driveway was Grayson’s. That’s when reality hit. I was alone with him in this big house. Why the fuck was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? I needed to relax and act normal. I could not let my minor crush come bubbling to the surface right this very second.

“GRAYSON BAILEY DOLAN WHERE YOU AT?!” I shouted from the front hallway. “I’M IN HERE!” I heard him yell in response from the living room. I grinned and started running. When I hit the living room I dove over the arm of the couch and tackled Grayson onto the cushions. “Y/N what the hell girl?! Are you tryin to kill me?” He said while laughing. His laughter shook my body as I was still on top of him. “You know I like to make an entrance.” I said while climbing off of him. I flopped onto the couch next to him with my feet in his lap. “Go ahead G, fire it up!” He chuckled while pressing play on the remote.

About an hour into the movie, I started to get tired and uncomfortable because of the way I was sitting. Grayson’s large hand wrapped around my ankle. Still staring at the screen, he said “Stop squirming.” My heartbeat quickened just a little and I let out a fake irritated sigh. He patted his thigh and said “Come on.” I smiled a little and rearranged myself so my head was resting in his lap. Grayson knew this was my favorite way to lay but he also knew I always fell asleep like this too. Sure enough he started stroking my hair and in a matter of minutes I was asleep.

About an hour later I started to wake up but Grayson was still stroking my hair so I didn’t open my eyes. Call me selfish but it was soothing and I didn’t want him to stop. I cracked one eye open and his phone was close enough to my face that I could read his texts. Now I didn’t want to spy but teasing Gray was kinda my favorite thing and if there was something funny in his texts I could use against him, you can bet your ass I would. He was texting Ethan and the hand that wasn’t stroking my hair, was flying over his keyboard. It took all of my strength not to shiver while reading his conversation.

G: e I need help

E: whats up bro?

G: im freaking out. Y/N’s head is in my lap

E: dude this isn’t new. she does that all the time

G: e you KNOW this is different. You know how I feel about her!

E: yeah and that’s why I went to Aarons! Man up!

G: I don’t know what to do! God damn it I want to touch her so bad

E: okay well don’t be weird about it. Just like touch her arm or something idk man!

G: ethan you have no idea what she does to me I cant fucking breathe rn

E: well im going to leave you to it FIGURE IT OUT BUD!

G: ETHAN NO

G: ETHAN I SWEAR TO GOD

G: FUCK

He clicked the power button on his phone and threw it onto the other side of the couch, and his head dropped back, a sigh escaping his lips. Now that I knew he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him, I pulled the courage from inside of me and decided that I was going to make the move to go further. I pretended to still be asleep and I rolled over so my face was inches from his toned stomach. I could hear him gasp above me and I bit back a grin. I stretched out like a cat as his hand ran down my spine. I slowly dragged my hand over the growing bulge in Grayson’s jeans. A groan spilled from his lips and I could feel his body tense up. I slowly blinked my eyes open and grinned up at him. “Are you sure sweetheart? Because if we do this, you gotta be sure.” He asked quietly. I could see the hope shining in his eyes and a shy grin appeared on his face as I nodded.

As soon as he had confirmation that I was okay with this, a fire ignited in his eyes and his hand traveled down between my thighs. He began rubbing small tight circles over my clit through my leggings. All reasonable thought flew out of my head at the feeling of his fingers on my most sensitive area. My hips bucked against his hand and moans spilled from my lips. “These need to come off.” Grayson said, pulling at my pants. I stood up and removed my leggings, feeling exposed. “C’mere baby.” He said, grabbing my hips and pulling me into his lap.

Grayson tucked his head into my neck and nipped at the sensitive skin. My hips began to grind down onto his thick thigh and I couldn’t control my sighs as my clit rubbed against the denim of his jeans. At this point I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight. “Fuck baby. You like riding my thigh? Does that feel good?” Grayson growled, his hands guiding my hips back and forth on his leg. “Yes! Hngg-oh my god Grayson!” I whined out. One of his hands left my hip and snaked down to rub me through my panties. He pushed them to the side and sank 2 thick fingers into me. I gasped at the intrusion and he grinned me, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. I tipped my head down and sealed my lips with his. He pumped his fingers in and out of my dripping center and my mouth fell open. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I could feel that heat coiling in my belly.

Grayson withdrew his fingers from my pussy and brought them up to my mouth. I sucked his index finger into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the thick digits. I looked into his eyes as I continued sucking and he let out a low hiss.

“That’s it. Enough fucking around.” He growled as he flipped me onto my back. Grayson stood up and unbuckled his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers. He pushed my knees apart and settled between my thighs. “Please Grayson. I need you.” I whined, on the brink of tears. “Shh don’t cry baby. Daddy knows what you need.” He whispered, lining his length up with my entrance. He pushed into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

Grayson pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, an animalistic sound ripping out of my throat. He began thrusting into me at a near punishing pace and I couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from my lips. “Please Daddy! God you feel so good! I can’t hold on!” I screamed. “Yeah that’s right baby. Tell me how good you feel. Tell me how much you need my cock.” Grayson grunted into my ear, his warm breathe fanning over my heated skin. “Ugh-Gray you feel so good inside me. Your cock is the best I’ve ever had! I’m gonna come!” I whimpered in response.

His hand gently tightened around my throat, beginning to cut off my air supply. He kept thrusting quickly, his face twisting and contorting as he chased his release. His hand kept tightening around my throat and the air was getting thinner and thinner. The lack of oxygen made my blood feel like it was boiling and my clit was throbbing. Just as my vision started to darken Grayson removed his hand and used it to rub my clit in tight circles as I sucked in a huge breath. The sudden intake of oxygen mixed with his touches threw me right over the edge as I exploded around him. “FUCK!” Grayson shouted into the empty room as my pussy continued to flutter around him. After another half dozen powerful thrusts he stilled inside me as his orgasm washed over him. After he spilled his seed inside me, he collapsed on top of me, his head on my chest.

“Wow. Y/N do you know how I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve wanted you?” He whispered into my damp skin. I ran my fingers through his messy hair and whispered back “I’m guessing, as long as I’ve wanted you?” He was quiet before responding. “Y/N please don’t tell me this was a one time thing? I want you to be mine. Like, forever ya know?” Grayson said, lifting his head to look me in the eyes. I cradled his face in my hand. “I’ve been yours since you and your idiot brother stormed my treehouse when we were five years old Grayson Bailey Dolan. I’m not going anywhere.”

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Wicked Games Chapter Nine

thank you as always to @itstenafterfour for being such an amazing beta. you’re truly my queen. <3

enjoy this chapter. ;)

(also i’m going to try to give ya’ll another update either tomorrow or friday since this one was short.)

She stands completely still and shellshocked for approximately five minutes after Jughead leaves the apartment, slamming the door both in her face and on his feelings. The words float around in her head, practically screaming at her. He’s admitted that he feels something for her and while it does change things, it changes them for the worst. That’s not the kind of change she wanted.

There’s a million different ways she could have imagined that conversation going and yet the way it actually happened was something she never anticipated. She had fully accepted that Jughead didn’t feel anything for her and while it hurt, she was just now beginning to be okay with it. Well, that’s what she told herself at least. But now? Now everything has changed. Again.

If Betty was even the slightest bit smart, she would act like the conversation never happened. She would brush the entire confrontation under the rug and just continue on with their relationship like it had been. But she wasn’t smart. She wasn’t smart at all. She didn’t even want to be. She also wouldn’t be satisfied going back to how things were. Sure, she’d been content before but that was before Jughead decided to blurt his real feelings out dramatically.

Finally she moves, pacing around the apartment as she considers what to do next. The “gift” Jughead had received earlier is now burned into her mind. It had been one thing when it was just her getting the threatening messages, but now that Jughead was a target she didn’t know what to do. The last thing she had ever wanted was for anyone else to get involved with her mess. If something happened to her then fine, she could live with that. But if something happened to Jughead? She’d never forgive herself. It would break her.

She knows that Jughead is way too stubborn to ever consider possibly leaving his duty as her bodyguard and she was too attached to ask him to. It was an impossible situation. She didn’t know what to do about any of it, but she did know one thing for sure; standing around in her apartment running a thousand ‘what if’ scenarios through her mind wouldn’t solve a single thing. She needs to go out and find Jughead.

She slips on a pair of slippers from the hall closet. She’s still wearing the clothes she fell asleep in, a loose pair of pajama pants and an old, torn up UCLA shirt but she doesn’t care.

She opens up the apartment door and is about to take off running when a heavy lump falls back onto her. She lets out a tiny gasp as she wobbles on her feet, trying to keep her balance.

“Jughead?” She asks in bewilderment as the dark haired man looks up at her in embarrassment. “What the hell are you doing? Did you… have you just been there this whole time?” It’s only been about fifteen minutes, but she’d been sure that he had actually left.

“I couldn’t leave you,” he mumbles as he stands up and faces her. “I just needed to think for a few minutes.”

Betty just nods, still a bit weirded out. “Well, do you need some more time or something? I can leave you to it.” She doesn’t know if she’s joking around or not. She might be serious, but Jughead seems to take it as a joke as he simple snorts and shakes his head.

“I’m fine now.”

“Alright,” she says slowly as she nods. She stands in the doorway after that for a moment, not really knowing where they’re supposed to go from here. “Are you going to come back insider or…?”

“Oh, yeah,” he says distractedly as if he hadn’t thought he’d be allowed back in. Betty moves off to the side and gives him room to walk on by her.

Once they’re finally back in the apartment she grows embarrassed. She doesn’t know why she’s so embarrassed or why her cheeks are burning with the intensity of the sun, since she wasn’t the one who blurted her feelings out before leaving. She’d already been there and done that, but when she did it she was rejected. She won’t reject Jughead, she can’t reject him. She can’t give him the same kind of out that he had tried to give her. It’s incredibly selfish of her, but just she can’t.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” she says instead, echoing the same words he had told her before. “I won’t make you talk about it.” It hurts to say, but it’s the truth. If he’s uncomfortable, if he wants to act like the words never left his lips then she’ll let him. She’s a lot of things, but she’s not evil. She won’t put him in a position he doesn’t want to be in.

It’ll hurt, but Betty is sure she can do it. She can’t forget what he said and she won’t be happy about it, but she’ll be mature. It’s the least she can do.

“I shouldn’t have said anything. It was stupid. It wasn’t professional.”

She wants to laugh at his words. Nothing about them has been professional lately. She doesn’t laugh, though. She knows that’s not going to help the situation at all.

“I can forget what you said,” she lies.

“Can you?” He bores his eyes into hers, staring at her so intensely that she’s scared to even blink.

“Yes,” she whispers out, hoping she sounds believable.

“And if I don’t want you to?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Jughead paces around, curling his hair around his fingers in frustration.

“I don’t know what I want you to do,” he finally admits as he looks at her again. “I know what I should want you to do, but I don’t think it’s what I really want you to do.”

“It’s different now, Juggie,” she says sadly. “If we were to even think about acting on any of this, who knows what could happen? My stalker has his eye on you now. You’re not safe. Neither of us is safe, but together? Together we’re a walking target. We might as well paint a red X on our backs for him.”

Jughead glares at her, not finding her statement funny. Good. Nothing about this is funny. She isn’t trying to be funny, she’s being realistic. For once in her life she’s trying to be realistic about things.

“He isn’t going to lay a hand on you, Betty. You know I’m not going to let that happen.”

“But what about you?” She isn’t really concerned about herself right now.

He pauses for a moment, biting his lip so hard that she thinks it might bleed. “What about me? Do you really think I’m worried about some coward behind a camera?”

“You should be.” She thinks back to Nathan and how this guy had somehow managed to kill him even though he was behind bars. If she hadn’t been worried about who he was or what he could do before then, she was definitely worried now. If he had been able to do that then what was he fully capable of? It was a question she’d been thinking about for a while now, but now it’s the only thing she can think of; all the possible outcomes bouncing around in her head, haunting her.

“But I’m not.” He walks closer to her and reaches out for her hand, holding it gently but comfortingly. Betty looks up at him and his eyes are somehow both hard, closed-off and promising. “You’re the only thing that matters to me right now, Betty and I won’t let anything happen to you. You know that, don’t you?”

She nods, squeezing his hand. She does know that. She doesn’t tell him that his judgement is a little flawed or that he’s not exactly thinking straight; he won’t listen to her anyway.

“And I think you’re right, though.” She looks at him in confusion and he stares back at her brokenly. “It’s probably better if we just forget what I told you.”

She doesn’t know what he’s referring to until she remembers how she said she could forget about his feelings for her. Her heart clenches tightly in her chest and she has to refrain from letting her face crumble completely. She knew it’s what would need to ultimately happen, but she wishes it didn’t have to. She wishes that she had met Jughead under different circumstances, maybe at a coffee shop or on a run. Maybe in another life she meets him at a bookstore or in line at Whole Foods. Maybe in another life they meet in the cinema, fighting over the last bag of Twizzlers. But in this life, the very thought of them being together could be the downfall and demise of one (or worse), both of them. It could cost their lives.

So she pushes back and tears and stands up taller and straighter. She can do this. She can be mature about this and she can give Jughead what he needs.

“I understand,” she says and it comes out a lot steadier than she thought it would.

“I wish things could be different, Betty.” He looks like he truly means it and that makes the whole thing even worse. It had been one thing when she thought he didn’t reciprocate her feelings, because at least then she had to move on. But now that she knew how he really felt and why he was staying away from her, she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to act like everything was fine between them. She didn’t know how she was supposed to move on from any of this.

Jughead looks like he wants to say more, but she doesn’t know if she can spend even one more minute talking to him. It’s just making things hurt even more. She pulls her hand out of his and gives him a comforting smile that she hopes looks genuine.

“I think I’m going to go back to bed, it’s kind of early and I’m really tired.”

He looks like he doesn’t believe a single word she’s saying but he nods anyway. She backs away from him and almost mechanically, as if his body is wired to hers, he steps forward as he follows her. He pauses, realizing what he’s done, and shakes his head.

“Sorry,” he whispers out.

She doesn’t say anything. She just nods and walks back to her room. A cold chill runs down her body as she thinks about how someone had stood on her bedroom balcony and watched her sleep. With shaking hands, she makes sure the door is locked and closes the curtains. She almost never closes her curtains, because she likes to see how alive the city is outside but now she can’t even enjoy that.

She lays back in her bed once she feels a little more secure and brings the covers up and over her head. It’s a bit stuffy underneath them, but she doesn’t care. When she’s under them she can imagine she’s somewhere else, anywhere else, and it almost feels nice. Maybe she’s in one of the alternate universes she’d been thinking of earlier. She doesn’t have to look over the covers and see the dress hanging from her closet, reminding her of the upcoming event she needs to attend. She doesn’t see the jewelry box on her dresser that holds items each worth more than everything she’d owned as a teenager combined. She doesn’t see the chaos outside that reminds her that she’s not in her small hometown she’d hated so much growing up. For the first time since moving, she almost wishes she could go back.

Right now she’s just Elizabeth Cooper and that’s okay.

She stays in bed all day and Jughead doesn’t bother her once. She doesn’t know if that makes her feel better or worse. Okay, she does. It makes her feel unbelievably sad, but at least he’s doing it for the greater good. He’s sticking true to his words and she can at least respect and understand that.

It’s 10:00 PM when she picks her phone up from her bedside table and dials her mother’s number. She hasn’t talked to her mom and in a while and she misses her. Despite their rocky relationship, her mom has always been there for her and right now she just really needs to hear her voice.

“Betty?” Her mom’s voice sounds familiar, just like home and she smiles. “Is everything okay? It’s late.”

She winces. She always forgets about their time differences.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I can call back later if you want. I forgot how late it is over there.”

“That’s fine,” her mom says, a little more awake now. “You don’t need to do that. How are things?”

Her mom knows enough about what’s going on. Betty’s told her about the “unwanted attention” she’d been receiving, although she hadn’t mentioned just how bad it had gotten. She also hadn’t told her mom about her recent trip to the hospital or even about Nathan. She wonders if her mom has any clue. Probably not. She’d told Betty before she became famous that she’d never pay read any magazine tabloids, because she knew nothing good came from them.

She contemplates telling her everything, but decides against it. That’ll just make her mom worry and she’s not trying to steer the conversation that way. She doesn’t want her mom to worry. She just needs the sweet advice her mom used to tell her as a child, when she was heartbroken over guys whose names she couldn’t even remember now.

“They’re okay. Mom, I think I met a guy I really like.”

It’s so childish to say and a part of her feels a bit childish for even calling her mom with this kind of problem. She feels 10 years old again, lamenting a crush she had on a classmate. Isn’t this something that she should be able to figure out on her own? Shouldn’t she just call up Veronica and talk to her about it? She’s worried for a second that her mom will call her out on the stupidity of it all.

She doesn’t, and Betty is nothing but relieved.

“Is he a nice boy?” She asks it softly and sincerely and her fears fall away.

“He really is. I’ve never known anyone like him before.”

“Does he make you happy?”

“Yeah,” she whispers. “He does. A lot.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“If we’re together it could be really dangerous.” She doesn’t want to elaborate and she doesn’t think her mom will push her for more information. “It could end up really bad.”

“But what if it doesn’t? What if it ends up perfectly?”

“Did you and dad ever have problems? Problems where one of you could end up really hurt?”

“I think everyone does, sweetheart. Our problems might not have been as serious as yours, but we had them. Every couple does. You just have to trust whether or not it’s worth it and whether or not you can come out on top together.”

“I miss you,” Betty changes the subject. “I’m sorry I don’t call more often.”

“Don’t apologize. You’re making a name for yourself, I imagine it’s a busy life.” Even now she can hear her mom smiling through the line. She can see her face perfectly and it makes her miss home even more. “I miss you too, though. Come visit soon.”

“I will.” And she means it. She’s been away from home for too long and maybe what she really needs is it get out of California for a while.

“Bring that boy of yours,” her mom teases, surprising Betty. “If anyone’s going to know if he’s worthy of you, it’s me.”

“Maybe I will,” Betty says with a smile after a beat. “I love you, mom.”

“I love you too, Betty, more than anything.”

They end the call shortly after that. It was short and sweet, just like things usually were between them but she feels a hundred times lighter now.

She gets out of bed and walks over to the kitchen, suddenly hungry. Jughead isn’t in sight when she walks in and the door to his bedroom is closed, letting her know that he’s probably asleep. She doesn’t know if she’d been hoping that he might still be awake, but it doesn’t matter now.

She walks over to the fridge and pulls out two Toaster Strudels before making her way to the toaster. She’s never been one to keep a tight diet and she’s not about to start now. Cheryl would definitely scold her for the last night sweets, but with how hard things have been, she deserves some sweetness in her life right now.

She takes a seat at the bar and draws little smiley faces into her strudels with the frosting.

“Sweets so late at night?”

She jumps up and swirls around in the chair. She holds the packet in front of her like it’s going to protect her and she rolls her eyes when she sees Jughead standing in front of her.

She’s annoying at him for scaring her, but she’s also annoyed because he looks really freaking hot right now. He’s wearing a pair of black sweats and nothing else. The sweats are hanging low on his hips and she can see his V-cut perfectly. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, which makes his muscles pop even more than they usually do.

“I wish you’d at least give me a heads up that you’re around, instead of scaring me like that.”

“You scare too easily.”

She just looks at him before taking a bite of her strudel. His eyes watch her, going from the strudel to her lips and she makes a show of licking the frosting that stains her lips. She knows she’s not exactly doing what she promised him she would, but her phone call with her mom had given her a new perspective.

“Taste good?” Jughead asks, tilting his head. A strand of his hair falls into his eyes and it just adds to the lazy look he wears so good. It drives her crazy.

She just nods, not trusting herself enough to answer him. He puts his arms by his side and walks over to her slowly.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says as he finally stands right in front of her, their bodies almost touching, “and I take it back.”

“Take what back?” She asks as her heart begins to pound against her chest.

“Everything.”

Before she can even think about what he’s saying, he places both his hands on her hips, gripping them tightly as he picks her up and places her onto the bar. She gasps out, wrapping her legs around his waist without even thinking about it.

Jughead places their foreheads together as he squeezes her hips tightly.

“Do you want this?” He breathes out.

She has to stop herself from screaming out ‘yes’. Instead she just nods.

“Tell me you want this, Betty.”’

“I want this,” she promises.

“If we do this, you’re mine.” It’s primal, something she should hate but she doesn’t. “I swear to God, Betty. This changes everything so I have to know.”

It already has, she wants to say. The fact that she’s even here now, staring at him from the height of the counter has already changed everything.

Instead she pulls back and looks at him, eyes fierce and promising.

“I’m yours,” she whispers, sure of it.

His lips come crashing down on hers and for once, she feels like she’s floating instead of falling.

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