#preferably the setting would be him as Red Hood but I just feel like it fits :)

[sanguinessunflower]

Y/N:"You were late."

Jason:"Most people would be glad I never came."

Y/N:"Not me."

#this is from Dickinson #i saw an edit and immediately thought of this #preferably the setting would be him as Red Hood but I just feel like it fits :) #incorrect quotes #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #arkham knight x reader #jason todd #arkham knight #red hood

[thesharktanksdriver]

Being Jason Todd's kid (Platonic)

Warning: at the beginning y/n has a shitty mom and neglectful (+abandoning them) plus a mention of Jason’s death of being beaten

You knew for a long time your mom didn’t love you, even your young 8 year old mind could tell

From the way she looked at you with disdain and disgust

She was still your mom though so you loved her

Loved her despite the yelling and sending you to your room with a granola bar as your dinner

It was fine

Everything was fine

All you had to do was keep doing your best to make her love you like in the books you’d read at school

So you did your best to appease her

You’d bring her the sticks that would create the smelly wisps of smoke that would stain her gnashing teeth as she yelled at you

Or bring in the amber coloured drink in glass bottle she liked

You tried it once cause the tap didn’t make water anymore but you didn’t like it

It felt as if it was burning your throat and tongue as it slithered down your parched throat like venom from a snake

When she feel asleep on her chair you’d place a blanket around her but left the tv on

She got mad at you cause of that the first time

You made rules in your mind on how to properly dance around the tiggers that would make her angry

Some you didn’t really understand as to why she got angry over it but you avoided it anyways

Just keeping quiet and silently going about your day to make her as happy as you could

She never took you out much, often leaving you at home when she’d get groceries or went to work

But as a surprise she told you that you’d be going with her to carry the bags

It was night, but you didn’t mind it much since you’d always preferred it

Made getting your mom the smelly sticks easier when it was the man at the cashier at 711

Eventually as you walk further into the city with her you see that your in an area you’d never been before

It’s scary, really scary but you don’t say a word

You don’t say anything when she tells you to wait at the curb beneath a streetlight as she walks off

Cold concrete kissing your palms as you sit there, a lone 8 year old waiting

Still wearing pyjamas and barefoot as the cold chill of the night began to set in

It’s nothing you can’t handle, besides she’d be back soon

She said she would

And if your actions were right you couldn’t break a promise

She’s just taking awhile is all

Maybe it was busy!, yeah that had to be it

People were just busy shopping cause they were at work in the day

So you wait some more

And some more

And now your shaking as you hug yourself

You can’t go home cause you don’t k is the way back and your afraid to leave incase she came back and got mad

There’s a slight chatter sound as your teeth clatter from how much your shaking

The tears feel so cold against your cheeks that you swear they might become frozen to them

There isn’t any noise except for the occasional honk streets away, the night is calm

Until there’s a marsh crash and curses come from the alleyway across from where you sit

It makes you go still and tense

Until a man exits it wearing an odd red mask with glowy eyes

He stumbles out and curses with a weird almost electric sound to his voice before he locks eyes with you

“Oi kid!, what are you doing out so late and alone?”

He takes as step forwards and you scoot back a little bit, still shaking as he now notices how your not wearing much on a cold night

He takes off his jacket

“If I give you my jacket will you tell me your name?”

“I heard I’m not supposed to talk to strangers…can you tell me your name?”

At this nods and as he got closer you dont back away like before

You let him place the large jacket over your shoulders, it’s big and bulky and reminds you of a blanket with the fluff on the inside

He says his name is red hood, something that makes your eyes light up with familiarity

You’d heard about him from your mom watched the news, mentions if the name but never what he looked like

There was also something with him and Batman? But you didn’t really know a lot about it from the snippets you heard

“Does that mean your a hero?.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that. But close enough”

“That’s cool, mom said that hero’s were a sham. I always thought their cool, I’m y/n by the way”

“Kid how old are you?, what are you doing out here?”

You go to hold your fingers up to show him but you don’t remember what’s past five

Mom pulled you out of preschool saying she’d Homeschool you but never did

Whatever you had learned was from tv and the limited books you could read

You begin to tear up in frustration

“Hey it’s ok kid. Second question then, what are you doing out here”

“Mom said she needed groceries and she let me come this time so I can carry the bags. She said that I had to wait here till she’s come back”

He goes rigid at that but you don’t notice

You curl up in a ball and zip up the coat around you

Now properly protecting you from the cold except for your feet

“Mr hood can you wait with me. I don’t wanna be alone”

“Sure thing”

So he sits himself beside you on the curb

To pass the time he pulls out a small book labeled “pride and prejudice” and begins reading it to you

It’s nice having someone to read with

He uses different voice for different characters, giving them posh accents that make you giggle

But as time ticks on he notices how your shoulders droop more

Along with your smile

Eventually he stops reading and puts his book away

“She said she’d come back…she’s coming back right?”

It sounds so broken as you ask this, you turn your head to look at him and he sees your reddened eyes that have tears lining them

The only sounds you can make are choked sobs and sniffles as the masked vigilante pulls you into a hug

You grab onto him tightly, small hands digging into the metal plating of his armour

Afraid he’d leave as well just as everyone else in your life did

“Do you have a dad you can go to?”

“Mom said he left because of me…so I don’t think so. Do you think if I go home she’d be mad at me?”

He feels his heart shatter a bit at that and he doesn’t know how to respond other than gently rubbing the back of your head

Jason at this point in his life knows he’s not in the best place to care for himself let alone a kid. He’s a walking corpse back from the dead, wanting to get revenge as his mind unscrambles itself day by day

But as you sob he knows he can’t let go

Those memories of his mother staining his mind along with the sound of your crying

The betrayal similar to this where she willingly led her child to a certain death

He also doesn’t trust the foster care system nor any system for a matter of fact

He’s seen his share of messed up kids that have been created through them

So in that moment Jason makes an impulsive decision he wouldn’t ever regret

“Do…do you wanna come with me then?. You gotta keep my identity a secret though, k?”

“O-ok Mr hood”

“Just call me Jason kid”

Yeah so first couple weeks Jason struggles since he hasn’t exactly looked after a child before

Your an independent kid from the conditions you lived in before but that makes him worry quite a bit

Especially when you have a small snack and call it a dinner

So he just takes small steps, and also reads parenting books…a lot of them actually

He still has to set you up a room so he lets you take his bed while he sleeps on the couch

It’s easier that way cause he’s afraid of accidentally hurting you while having a nightmare

Which he still gets quite frequently

You don’t seem to mind, just thanking him for sleeping in a nice bed and having blankets that properly keep you warm

Before you came along he kinda just got takeout but he knows that isn’t the healthiest thing so he actually starts cooking

He’s pretty decent at it due to helping Alfred and for like the first time in your life you have a proper meal

You have to hold back tears and it makes his heart crack a bit at the sight

Jason hires an online teacher before sending you to school due to the fact your a bit behind in what a child your age needs to know and he doesn’t trust that Gotham is safe enough yet

Speaking of which he’s protective, like real protective for good reason though

He’s still running around at night with Bruce chasing him along with Gotham being a cesspool

So it’s safe to say that it’s not exactly a safe place for you

Won’t admit it but he purposefully buys you clothes that are red cause he thinks it’s cute

Especially if you say you want more red cause it reminds you of him

100% makes it a tradition to read a chapter of a book to you each day and teaches you to read better through it

He gets better from time and experience

Whenever he comes home battered and angry he makes sure to take his anger out on something before he heads into the apartment

He doesn’t wanna accidentally scare you or snap by accident

You try to help him with his wounds (as best as an 8 year old can) and he melts

Another thing that makes him melt is when he walked in on you trying on his helmet and leather jacket

He laughed and then played with you before putting on some ABBA that y’all danced to

It takes awhile but once he gets your room set up he’s really proud and happy with himself for once when seeing your smile

It was when you thank him that you accidentally called him dad

You freeze and go to apologize but he just hugs you

And you feel tears hit your shoulder

“No it’s ok, yeah I’m your dad now kid”

When your about 10-13 he sends you to school since your properly caught up and he thinks it’s probably best you make friends

He’s already at this point gotten you a fake ID with a new last name since he knows if you have Todd then Bruce is gonna look into it

While he isn’t trying to get revenge anymore he’s still not on the best of terms with the old man

A metaphorical wall between them that leaves Bruce at a distance

Jason likes it this way though since no one knows about you

Giving you a relatively normal life

Now that your a bit older he shows you some of his favourite tv even if it’s still not the most age appropriate thing for you to watch

But as long as no one knows you can watch Buffy but shhhh

Loves binging series with you but also enjoys watching movies as well like lost boys

He’s got a soft spot for older films that will probably be transferred to you

Oh and murder mysteries like knives out (Damn you Bruce)

You don’t remember your birthday so he uses the day he found you as it

And at this age he goes 100% on them

Like guess whos gonna go see hadestown?!?

By god he loves you so much, like goes from big intimidating vigilante to gentle little shit when he gets home

Sometimes you try to stay up late to be awake when he gets home

You usually fall asleep and it always makes his heart warm and fuzzy at the sight of it

Definitely takes you around on his motorcycle and makes you your own helmet to match his

You best bet your gonna be the fucking coolest kid in school with the leather jacket he gets you

He teaches you how to defend yourself and stick up for others

And not to let people step over you

Sure he gets some calls from the office but when he hears little Tommy was being a dick he’s taking you to get Dairy Queen and a pat on the back

You also get a lot of his sass as well

Like you’ve gotten in trouble several times for being a smart ass to terrible teachers

He affectionately calls you “little shit” “ankle bitter” “kid” and “brat”

In return you tease him for having white hair and calling him “old man”

At this point he hasn’t told you about Bruce and his revival but you know he has something against Batman

And for now he leaves it at that since he would prefer to tell you when your a bit older since your still a kid

No matter what he’ll get it into your head to NEVER become a hero or vigilante

Seeing him come home battered and bruised is enough to convince you of that though

Along with that he also teaches you about picking and choosing fights and when to know that you should get help

He doesn’t show up to pta meetings at Gotham academy cause he’s kinda scare Bruce is gonna be there and have some questions

There have definitely been some times while taking you out for something that he narrowly avoided his family

Speaking of which despite them not knowing about you, you actually know about them

Jason actually entrusts you with the information that their the bat family to you since he knows you won’t tell anyone

Even if you did it would sound like a kid spouting off fun theories

You once called Nightwing a dick for a joke and he turned around all confused until he realized what you said

When you told Jason he laughed his ass off about it

Every year for Halloween he lets you borrow one of his spare masks and y’all go out for trick or treating

At the end of it you guys have a tradition of eating some of your spoils of candy on a rooftop overlooking Gotham

When you become a teenager he’s surprisingly really good at dealing with you

Partially because Jason’s still a grungy teen at heart lol

Y’all don’t really have misunderstandings since he puts effort into making some communication is key

Unlike with Bruce who he feels never tried to see his viewpoint Jason makes sure to see your one on topics and issues

But that’s the rare case you guys actually have a discussion like that

Jason actually really happy if you start dating and isn’t really bothered by it?

He knows you can handle yourself and trusts your judge of characters unless he gets reallly off vibes about them

Like serial killer kinda vibes

Then he’s stepping In

If you do have a bad break up though he’s 100% taking you to egg that persons house

And the he takes you to a nice dinner while you both shit talk or if your not feeling up to that he gets ice cream and y’all watch your favourite happy movie

Whatever career you want to pursue you can bet that he will support you

He’s your biggest cheerleader and if it came to it he’d get Pompom’s to prove a point

If you don’t know where you wanna go that’s fine as well!

He doesn’t fucking know what he’s doing with his life either lol and he certainly doesn’t have a conventional job (that’s for sure)

He’s super happy if you begin experimenting with different styles especially if it’s something kinda alt, grunge or punk

Cause then you both can match and he can give you some of his old stuff he’d think you like

At this point in your life he’d be really happy if you share some of your favourite music with him

He has a lot of range and versatility in his playlists but he isn’t as up to date with modern music as he’d like to be

He’d probably really like Doja cat, tame impala, Lovejoy, and Mitski

God if you show him Mitski expect to one day find him crying whilst listening to it

If you ask him what’s wrong he’ll just say “it’s one of those days” (Me)

Speaking of which, this is the time where Jason actually opens up about why he has nightmares so often and why he hated Bruce

It’s definitely a bit jarring to hear about him being beaten to death and then revived

And you definitely get a bit upset that Bruce didn’t do anything to really get revenge on the joker

Though you know your view is biased from being Jason’s kid and watching him growing up have full on horrific nightmares that would make him wake up screaming

How his mom betrayed him as well

It’s a big thing for him to talk about since he usually prefers to not relive those memories in his mind

But he knows that you’d learn eventually and he’d prefer if it was from his mouth

For him to tell about his trauma when he felt that both of you were ready

You feel closer to him in heart

And you hug him like when he had found you all those years ago

And Jason finds himself content

Any concert you want to go to he’s probably tagging along since he enjoys those type of events

Even if it’s for a musician that isn’t his favourite

He finds any hobby you have or anything you wanna collect

Cause he wants you to be happy and even if he doesn’t get it per say seeing your smile makes him understand

If it’s something he also likes though then be prepared cause your sharing that collection with him

And you both are gonna geek out over shit

He still reads to you as a small tradition you’ve both continued since him taking you in

Just you snuggled beside him in a cocoon of blankets as he reads a book of your recommendation aloud

A vinyl playing on a low level in the background

That alone pushes him to never give up when on patrol

He has you to return to, he has someone who he cared for more than his own life

The only bit of normality he has in his life after being thrown into the bubbling green waters of the Lazarus pit. Coming back as a broken and lost man hellbent on revenge and lingering rage

And of fucking course it’s during one of these nights as he’s reading Carmila that Bruce and Dick decide to drop by

“What the?!- Jason who the hell’s that?!?”

“Do we lie orrr?” “Can’t lie to em kid, their like living lie detectors” “those don’t even properly work though, you can cheat them easily” “it was an analogy”

“Can still hear y-“

“Shut up dick”

“They know?”

“Yeah well…of course I’d tell my kid about you guys”

“I’m an uncle?!?. How long have you had them?!?, how?!”

“How old are they?”

“I’m right here you know, Stop talking as if I’m not you geezers”

Haha yeah….Bruce is having a crisis realizing he’s technically a grandpa now

Hurray

There are like 2000 things going on in his mind right now and he definitely needs a chair to sit down on

He’s still in his costume so his emotions aren’t really showing but you can definitely tell he’s not ok by how he’s leaning against the wall looking kinda faint

He happy but at the same time he’s kinda upset that Jason never told him

Like, you’ve had a kid for years and never told me, your dad?!?

Jason definitely needs to have a talk with him and explain his side of the situation (which you practically force the two of them to do)

He’s kinda akward around you but not in a bad way, moreso in the “so kiddo what do you kids like these days” kinda way

He’s missed out on countless years of your life and didn’t even know you existed up until now and now your suddenly revealed to be his grandkid

He has like years of birthdays, Christmas’s, Easter’s and every other fucking holidays to catch up on

He starring holes into you by accident and your dad has to lightly smack his arm to tell him to stop lol

He means well though and you know that

Meanwhile Dick is ecstatic cause he’s an uncle!!

He’s already ready to brag to everyone he knows about it and be like “pshh that cool but I’m now an uncle”

Bro’s sitting beside you and asking everything about your interests and achievements

It’s kinda sweet since he’s just nodding along adding “ooh’s” and “ahh’s” every once in awhile

It reminds you a bit of a golden retriever

But with that also comes the little devil on your shoulder tempting you to mess with him a bit

And you do so

“I have the best insults from here to metropolis”

“Want to prove that?”

“Sure. I bet you have so much ass hair that when you have diarrhea it comes out as filtered water”

They quickly learn you have Jason’s mouth if not worse

Wither you or Jason realize it or not your both alike in more ways than one

#platonic #dc x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader

[jotaroslooseeyebrowhair]

(Un)dead beat dad (Chapter 2)

This is a long one, so be prepared :) part 1 chap 3

TW: ref to violence, surgical operations, gore, panic attacks, please tell me anything I missed :)

Alfred feels his personal phone vibrate in his pocket, he stopped dusting the already-clean dresser, lifting the phone to his face knowing that only a select few had his contact information. He stared at the number he had long since memorized for a second before opening the message.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: Alfie, I need help

XXX-XXX-XXXX: Is anyone else home right now

No, Master Jason, I’m afraid everyone is on patrol at the moment. :You

May I ask why? :You

XXX-XXX-XXXX: perfect

XXX-XXX-XXXX: could you grab some med supplies and meet me in the Batcave?

Alfred stared at the phone and sighed. Setting down the feather duster he was holding, he walks towards the grandfather clock and enters the Batcave. He feels another vibration in his pocket and reaches for his phone.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: could you not tell B? Or anyone else?

XXX-XXX-XXXX: please?

Of course, Master Jason. I Will have everything ready for you when you get here. :You

XXX-XXX-XXXX: your a lifesaver, Alfie

Unfortunately, I am well aware. :You

Alfred chuckled as he slipped the phone back into his pocket, continuing to gather more medical supplies for Jason. Alfred had finally finished setting up quite literally everything he could, when he heard Jason's bike come into the cave. It turned off and he could hear quick running footsteps toward himself. Alfred turned and walked until he could spot Jason, seeing him in his full red hood regalia (omitting) the mask. What really caught his attention, though, was the child in his arms, looking to be seven at the oldest. 

“Oh? You failed to mention we were having a guest.” Alfred said, quickly leading Jason toward the medical supplies. Once he turned the corner into the faux medical room though, he heard the sounds of struggle behind him. Alfred turned around, seeing the small boy thrashing in Jason's arms, trying to get away from the room. Jason immediately turned his back to the door and placed the child on the floor, softly talking to the child, words Alfred could not hear. The room clearly upset the child, so Alfred nearly closed the door, keeping it just barely open, but closed enough that the boy couldn’t see inside. 

Jason turned around and motioned to Alfred, “This, Danny, Is my grandfather I mentioned. His name is Alfred, he patches me up whenever I get hurt a little too bad.” The small boy had tear tracks on his eyes and darted them towards Alfred, scanning him, threat assessing. The boy was scared. Alfred put on his nicest smile and lowered himself to his knees like his grandson.

“Indeed. I have had to patch up the young master quite a few times. I have patched up others as well. I assume The young master brought you to me for medical attention?” Alfred said in a soft voice, he didn’t wish to scare the child after all. The boy simply nodded his head and scanned the rest of the cave. The boy looked at Jason and pursed his lips. “You clearly need attention but are unwilling to go into the medical bay. Would you prefer I tend to your wounds out here in the main cave instead?”

The boy looked to Jason, searching Jason's eyes. After seemingly finding what he was searching for, he turned his head back towards Alfred. Still gripping tightly onto Jason's shirt, the boy nodded his head. Jason turned his head slightly towards Alfred and smiled. Jason looked back down at the boy and smiled, talking to him softly again.

“Alfred's going to have to assess your injuries if that's okay with you? So he knows what to grab and what to leave?” Jason said in a soft voice. The boy stared at Alfred again for a moment, Alfred felt like something was staring at him. Judging him. Deciding whether he should live or die. Deciding whether he would spend eternity suffering or in paradise. Then suddenly, as if it was never there in the first place, the feeling was gone. Alfred simply smiled and got to his feet once again, slowly walking towards the two in front of him under the young boy's gaze. Alfred stopped just beside Jason and lowered himself to the floor again.

“Now, could I get a name, young sir?” Alfred said with a smile, internally frowning at the ever-growing stain of blood on the boy's shirt that was several sizes too big. The boy looked at the ground for a moment, glancing back at Jason for a moment once more before muttering under his breath, his voice so scratchy and quiet you can't hear him. “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you,” Alfred said to the young boy.

The boy thought for a second, then lifted one of his hands and shakily signed out some letters. ‘D. A. N. N. Y.’ It was clear the boy hadn’t used sign much but knew enough to communicate. The other hand still tightly wound inside Jason's jacket.

Alfred smiled at him, “Alright then Master Danny, would it be alright if I removed your shirt and assessed your wounds?” The boy took a careful step back and looked at Jason again, tightening his hold on the masked man. Jason placed a careful hand on the kid's back and smiled. 

“I’ll be right here Danny, okay? And if you want to take a minute then we can stop and wait. We just want to make sure that you’re okay.” Jason said in a soft voice again. The boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He nodded and laid down on the ground on his back, tugging on Jason’s jacket and clenching his other hand tightly. Danny let out a small pained breath and stuck his empty arm up above his head. Alfred carefully lifted the boy's shirt from him, letting out a gasp as he saw what was causing all the blood, Jason's eyes flashing a violent green. The boy underneath him flinched at the gasp and opened his eyes, scanning the two adults above him in panic, letting go of Jason and using his legs to scoot himself back, one of his arms pushing him faster backward, the other holding his organs in. Danny’s breathing picked up as his pupils dilated, the temperature in the cave decreasing rapidly as frost formed underneath him.

Alfred was the one to recover first, lowering himself further and turning his hands up, showing he wasn’t a threat. He let a small smile on his face, speaking softly to the child in front of him, “It’s perfectly alright Master Danny. I apologize for reacting as I did, I was a little shocked. I mean no harm and simply want to help you,” Alfred said with a smile. 

Jason recovered next, seeing the scared child in front of him. Jason had closed his eyes while Alfred was talking to calm himself down. Jason looked at the kid in front of him, “It’s okay Danny, I promise you we won't hurt you,” Jason said with a smile. The boy in front of him was still rapidly breathing, and Jason thought about what he had learned in (elephant??) and looked at the boy again. “Okay, Danny, You’re having a panic attack and we’re gonna need you to calm down, right? Can you tell me five things you can see?” 

Danny looked like he was barely registering the words, Jason thought the boy wasn’t able to hear him until the boy’s eyes flipped around the cave, focusing on each thing for a second before flipping to the next. Jason. Alfred. Shirt. Bat. Floor. Jason smiled at the boy.

“Alright Danny, next, four things you can feel.” Jason said with a smile, scooting closer to Danny.

Danny had moved one of his arms, feeling around him. Floor. Pants. Hair. Blood.

“You’re doing amazing Danny, next, three things you can hear.” Jason scooted closer again.

Danny closed his eyes, focusing. Bats. Jason's Heartbeat. Computer beeping.

“Fantastic Danny, Two things you can smell.” Jason closed the distance but sat just to the side of Danny.

Danny kept his eyes closed but took a shaky breath, still recovering from the heavy breathing. Wet cave. Sweat.

“Good job Danny, now finally, one thing you can taste.” Jason carefully placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder. Danny flinched but it wasn’t as hard as it had been.

Danny took a second and bit down. Blood.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Jason, nodding his shaking head. Jason smiled down at him.

“It’s okay Danny. We don’t judge you and we won’t hurt you, I promise.” Jason told Danny. The small boy, however, still looked nervous, ready to bolt at the nearest sign of a threat. Jason glanced at Alfred and sighed. Jason reached down and pulled up his shirt, staring at Danny, “you know how I said Alfred helps me? He really does patch me up.” Jason lied, motioning to the large Y-shaped scar on his chest. Danny visibly relaxed, he was still definitely on edge, but hey, progress. Jason looked at the boy in front of him. “Would it be alright if we patched you up now?”

Danny looked at Alfred and nervously nodded his head.

“Master Danny, It seems I’ll have to sew you up. Do you know your tolerance for anesthesia?” Alfred calmly asked the boy. 

Danny nodded his head ‘yes’, but stopped for a moment. He shook his head ‘no’ and slowly signed with his free hand, ‘doesn’t work.’

“They don’t work on you?” Alfred asked Danny, who only shook his head again, “Do you know why, Master Danny?” Danny seemed to open his mouth for a moment, then nodded his head, glancing at the floor.

Jason took a moment to feel the temperature of the room around him. He straightened with a realization. The temperature drops. The green-red mixed blood. The stranger in his apartment. The boy agreeing to being a king. The vivisection dissection scar “Go on and get the stuff Alfie, I’ll hang back,” Jason smiled.

Alfred seemed to think for a split second, then stood up with a grunt and nodded his head. “As you wish, Master Jason.” Alfred said, walking towards the medical room.

Jason turned towards the small boy next to him, gently pushing the boy back onto the floor, taking off his jacket and folding it, placing it behind the kid's head. “You're a meta, aren’t you kid,” Jason said with a smile. Danny immediately stiffened and looked at Jason, his eyes flashing into slits for a moment, lip curling to show off the boy's sharp fangs.

Jason smiled sadly and flipped his hands up, showing he had no weapon, “I don’t have anything against meta’s okay? My brother’s a meta himself, and I’ve been on some great teams with them. I promise you Alfie doesn’t care either, and it won’t make us treat you any differently. You need help, that’s the focus here.” the boy visibly relaxed, still tense but not as much. At that moment Alfred walked out and towards them again.

“Alright Master Danny, First I must clean the wound and around it so I may see what I am doing.” Alfred said, clearly saying what he is doing before doing it so Danny would be less freaked out. 

Above him, Jason grabbed Danny's hand, squeezing it lightly once. Danny squeezed back. 

Alfred crouched down again, taking a wet rag from the bowl of water previously in his hands. He wrung out the towel and looked at Danny’s eyes for confirmation before carefully wiping Danny's chest. Alfred and Jason’s anger grew with every injury hidden by the blood, though Alfred was better at hiding it. Whenever Alfred got especially close to the bleeding dripping skin flaps, Danny squeezed his eyes tight and gripped Jason’s hand tighter. Alfred had to change the water in the bowl a few times, a horrible brown from the mixing of the green and red covering Danny.

Eventually, it was time for the stitches, but before he could get to that, he needed to staple the wound shut.

“Young master Danny, You are a meta, yes?” Alfred asked in a soft voice. Danny nervously nodded his head ‘yes’. “Alright then. Some meta’s cant use anesthetics, are you one of them?” Danny nodded again, “So I’m afraid I’ll have to stitch you up as-is, though first I will have to staple the wound shut.” another (albeit shaky) nod.

Alfred stood and grabbed a weird white tool from the medical room. He sat down on his knees and pinched Danny's skin together, glancing at Danny, “This will hurt, but I will takeit out once I get to stitches.” Alfred lowered the machine and squeezed the handle, a medical staple sliding through Danny’s skin and pulling it closed. Danny whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and gabbing Jason's hand tighter. Jason placed his free hand on Danny’s shoulder in a comforting motion. Alfred lifted the machine once more and placed it at another section of the large messy cut on Danny’s chest, squeezing again. And again. And again, going up and pulling the skin together. Finally, when he was finished, Salty tears had formed On Danny’s face, rolling down into little puddles on the floor of the Batcave. Alfred sighed and placed the machine on a tray he grabbed earlier from the medical room. Alfred lifted a small white package and ripped it open, pulling the sutures from the small bag. Alfred pulled open another package containing a needle and started to thread the needle then stopped when Danny tugged on Alfred's sleeve, gaining the man's attention.

“Yes, young master Danny?” Alfred asked, stalling in his movements.

Danny lifted his hand and pointed to the thread, signing ‘Won’t work’. Alfred looked at him questioningly, Danny slowly pulled his hand away from Jason and reached into the pocket too far down his leg, and pulled out a spool of… Fishing line. 

“Fishing line?” Jason asked, confused.

Danny flushed, his hand's stilling as he thought up an excuse ‘will work’ Danny gestured to the line and pushed it towards Alfred, who took it happily.

“Ah, I see. Well then, I’ll get started right away, please alert me if anything is wrong.” Alfred smiled and sat himself down more comfortably on the floor of the Batcave. He laced the thread through the needle and placed it above the cuts, starting at Danny’s left collarbone. He looked up at Danny and caught his eyes.

Jason seemed to catch on, and nudged Danny slightly with his hand, silently holding it palm-up, Danny quickly grabbed it and lightly squeezed. Jason squeezed back. Alfred placed another machine in Jason’s free hand. “Use this to remove the staples as I stitch Danny’s chest closed.” Jason gulped, nodding. Jason carefully removed the first staple and the boy on the ground squeezed Jason's hand again, whimpering once more. Jason's heart lurches and the grip on his hand tightened. Jason looked away from the boy's face again and saw the needle in Danny’s chest. Jason dropped the used staple onto a small metal platter and brought the machine back up to Danny's chest, preparing to take out the next staple. Danny squeezed Jason's hand tight again with every staple removed, and with every stitch added. Really tight. Fuck. Jason might need to wrap his hand. This kid is definitely a meta. Alfred got down to the intersection of the three large cuts, he glanced up at Danny to check if he was okay, and Alfred's heart squeezed at the sight. The boy had his eyes screwed tightly shut and tears leaking out of them, whimpering at the pain. Alfred had to go faster. He started stitching from the start of the cut at the bottom of Danny's sternum, barely above his belly button, Jason taking out staples as they went up. This part seemed to be especially sensitive, Danny squeezing Jason's hand a bit tighter, and Jason swears he can feel his bones grinding but he won’t say anything. No, he can’t, not when the kid needs someone to be strong.

Alfred gets back to the top and lets out a sigh, tying off the suture. “Young Danny, I need to move to your other side in order to finish your stitches. If I may, Master Hood?” Alfred asked, looking at Jason. Jason needed a moment to think, before he stumbled, standing up and walking to Danny's other side. Danny was still holding Jason's hand tightly, and only let go when Jason grabbed Danny’s free one. Jason and Alfred sat down once more. 

“Only one more set of stitches, okay kid?” Jason said in a soft voice, smiling down at the kid next to him. The kid nodded his head shakily. Alfred inserted the needle again and Danny let out a shaky breath, more salty glowing tears silently flowing down his face. The silence was thick as ever, only the occasional breath sucked in from Danny when the stitches hit an overly sensitive spot. Alfred finally finished, tying off the last of the stitches, when Jason got an idea.

“You said that everyone else was on patrol, right?” Jason asked, looking up towards Alfred again. 

“Yes, master Hood. Everyone else is gone at the moment. Why do you ask?” Alfred questioned.

“I have an idea. Tell Dam- uh, Robin I’ll pay him back. Hey kid, will you be okay with Alfie if I run upstairs for a minute and grab something?” Jason looked to the child.

Danny glanced at Alfred and nodded. Jason moved to get up but Danny tugged him back down gently.

“I’ll be back right away, Danny, okay?” Jason asked. Danny looked nervous. Jason squeezed Danny’s hand slightly. Danny squeezed back. Jason flashed Danny a small smile and stood again, walking towards the entrance to the mansion, glancing back at Danny every few seconds. 

“Well, master Danny, I have two more things to do to help speed up the healing process. I need to add a drain for the excess fluid your body produces and a vacuum pump to help your wound heal faster, the pump will also prevent you from picking at your wound.” Alfred smiled, “First, I will add the drain sponge,” Alfred spoke as he worked, clearly saying what he was doing as to not alarm the boy while Jason was gone. “Then, I will add surgical tape on top and connect the tube. This will run to a small vacuum to suction up any of the excess fluids your body doesn't need.”

Danny clutched tightly onto his pants, counting in his head, happy that Alfred was saying everything aloud. Danny could feel the devices being added to him as Alfred spoke, so Danny didn’t need to worry much. Alfred finished with that and sat back.

“Okay master Danny, one last thing, a drain. This will remove some blood and other fluids from the inside. All I need to do is make a small incision-” Alfred was cut off by Danny’s eyes snapping open, wide and glowing Lazarus green. Danny started to sit up in a panic, groaning at the pain but nonetheless pushing himself backward again. “Master Danny, it is nothing to worry about, I assure you everything will be okay-” Alfred was cut off once again, this time by the sound of something hitting the floor. Jason was standing there, small-sized clothes at his feet as he stared at the Lazarus green eyes of the kid in front of him. A small “fuck” Made it’s way out of Jason as he stood there. Danny saw the look at started scrambling to get further back, knocking over various tools and materials as he did so, nearing the edge. 

“Kid- Danny, hey, it’s okay. Everything going to be fine.” Jason soothed, crouching down.

The boy sat his weight on his elbows as he looked furiously between the two adults in front of him. He tried to speak but only a wheezed cough of air came out, making him curl in on himself. Jason thought for a moment, then had an idea. A stupid, idiotic, dumbassed Idea, but an idea nonetheless. Jason furrowed his eyebrows together and thought about Batman. About the joker. About the rogues. About his mother. About who hurt the boy. About who hurt Danny and left him to rot.  Jason’s eyes flashed a violent green while the boy was looking his way. Danny visibly relaxed at the sight of the familiar green.

“What’s got you so worked up, kid?” Jason asked with an eerie calm in his voice, the green fading slowly. Danny looked nervous, scared even, directing his attention back at Alfred.

“The young master panicked when I mentioned adding a drainage tube to his wound. Specifically the,” Alfred lowered his voice and faced Jason, “Specifically the cutting part of the insertion.”

Jason made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth and grabbed the clothes at his feet.

“Well, Danny, I’ll be right here with you while you get the tube. And, you’ll get to see the clothes I brought once we’re finished with the tube.” Jason sat down next to Alfred.

‘Hurt? Again?’ Danny signed with wide eyes

Jason let out a soft sigh, “Yeah, it's gonna hurt, but if we don’t do this you could get hurt more in the long term. I promise you, Danny, I’ll be here with you the entire time.” Jason smiled at the boy. 

Danny looked between Jason and Alfred for a moment before slowly nodding and starting to scoot closer to the two. Jason stands up and carefully picks up Danny, walking him back to Alfred. Alfred let out a small exasperated sigh and smiled at the small boy.

“This will be fast, master Danny, no need to worry. The incision is barely 5 mm wide, very small,” Alfred said with a smile. He grabbed an anti-septic wipe and started wiping down a small portion of Danny’s abdomen, as Danny lifted an open palm towards Jason again. Jason happily took Danny’s hand. 

Alfred placed a piece of the tube into Jason's free hand and picked up a scalpel and held it above Danny’s stomach, clanging up to see Danny staring hard at Jason, squeezing his hand tightly. Alfred placed his hand on Danny's stomach to prepare him and lowered the scalpel into Danny's skin. Danny let out a deep drawn-out wine from his core and clenched his eyes tightly, squeezing Jason's hand again. Alfred let out a sad sigh and dragged the scalpel, just barely, and then lifted it away from the small cut. He set the scalpel back down on the tray, grabbing the tubing from Jason’s hand. Alfred inserted the tubing and slid it through until it was at the right spot, then grabbed a new needle and added more of the fishing line to it. He sewed the tubing into Danny's skin and attached a small bulb-looking plastic piece to the end. He sighed and looked up toward Danny to find more glowing tears running down Danny’s face, his lip tainted with red, Danny must have bit his lip when Alfred was inserting the tube.

“That is all, master Danny. I just need to wrap your chest in gauze, and then you will be finished.” Alfred said with a small smile. Danny sharply nodded his head, eyes still screwed shut. Alfred sighed, turning to Jason, “Could you lift up master Danny while I wrap his chest? I don’t wish to strain him.” 

Jason nodded his head, scooting around behind Danny and placing his hands below Danny's back, slowly lifting him up and placing the young boy’s torso on his lap. Jason looked down at the small boy, really looking at him. Jason motioned for Alfred to hand him one of the cleansing wipes from the tray Alfred had brought out earlier. Alfred handed it to him, and Jason started wiping away the dirt and blood on Danny’s face. The boy beneath him visibly relaxed when he realized it was Jason who was wiping his face. Jason carefully wiped down Danny’s face, noticing when Danny had flinched and to be careful around the boy's eyes and mouth. It took Jason three wipes when he finally got Danny’s face fully cleaned off. Jason had stilled once he finished. The boy looked just like a younger version of himself. The boy had slightly sunken-in cheeks, cuts and scrapes all over his face, and that look of pure desperation that etched itself into Jason’s bones years ago. It was right then, no definitely not earlier when the boy searched Jason's soul with his eyes and deemed Jason safe Jason realized this boy couldn’t, wouldn’t, go back to where he was before.

“Master Jason,” Alfred gained Jason's attention and that's when Jason realized that Alfred had somehow finished the gauze wrap around Danny’s chest. Danny opened his eyes, showing Jason the icy blue Jason saw in his own eyes. Jason sucked in a breath and looked up at Alfred, “A word, if I may?” Jason looked down at Danny for approval, and then slowly stood up, making sure Danny was comfortable on the ground. Jason walked around the corner out of sight of Danny and looked at Alfred.

“What's up, Alfie?” Jason asked.

“I don’t know where you found the boy, master Jason, but he cannot go back.” Alfred said in a stern voice Jason only heard when one of the family came home with an especially bad wound. Jason was angered at that comment, though.

“I know that Alfred. Obviously, no matter where he came from he isn’t going back.” Jason said in a huff of anger. He ran his hand through his hair and looked to the floor, each of them standing there in silence, until Alfred brought forth an idea.

“Maybe, master Bruce can take care of master Danny until further notice?” Alfred asked. 

Jason's head snapped up, “Absolutely not,” Jason snapped, “I will be taking care of Danny.”

“Master Jason,” Alfred started

“No, Alfred. I found the boy, I brought him here,” Jason said quickly, Alfred stood there looking as if Jason had cut him off. He had. Yet Jason continued, “I’m the one that sat by him while you stitched him up, I’m the one that held his hand while he cried, and I will be the one to take care of him.” Jason finished.

Alfred waited for a moment while Jason calmed down, “I was hoping you would say that master Jason. I fully support this decision, as it seems he has decided to trust you and you have already formed an attachment to him.”

“Oh…” Jason stood there for a moment, face flushed red with embarrassment, “I’m sorry for snapping at you like that Alfie,”

“No need to apologize master Jason. Protecting yourself and your child is what makes a good parent.” Jason bluescreened at the word parent, “Now, master Jason, I suggest you get your son into his new clothes and get him home. Shall we?” Alfred smiled as he turned Jason around and pushed him back to where the child was.

Key word: was.

Alfred and Jason immediately rushed forward, frantically looking around for where to find the boy, where could he have gone in such a short amount of time? They both rushed around, desperately trying to find the boy that was in the middle of the floor just moments ago. They each took off in different directions, searching for him. Jason was the one to find him, though. He was sitting against the display case of Jason's former robin costume. Jason walked closer to get a better look and saw the boy was falling asleep, fading in and out of consciousness. Jason walked closer to the boy and sat down in front of Danny, and in front of his old Robin costume. Jason cleared his throat, and said the boy's name, waking Danny.

“Hey Danny, what are you doing here? At this case?” Jason asked, nervous.

Danny looked at Jason sleepily, and opened his mouth to speak, but croaked out empty words instead. He furrowed his brows and lifted up his hands to sign, ‘familiar’.

Jason chuckled, “Yeah, pretty familiar to me too.” Danny smiled “Do you mind if I pick you up and bring you back to where we were before? I have some clothes more your size,” Jason said, Danny sleepily nodded his head and held his arms out. Jason chuckled and kneeled down, picking up Danny beneath his knees and shoulders in a bridal carry. 

Jason make his way back to where they were, seeing Alfred on his way, blushing when Alfred smiled sweetly at him. He wasn’t a dad! He just found a kid in need, and is taking care of him! There's nothing else going on, the kid is just under Jason's supervision until Jason can find a better place for him! No adoption going on here, no sir.

“Hey Danny, I grabbed these, they’ll still be a bit big on you but they’ll be better than the clothes you're wearing right now,” Jason said, bending down to grab the clothes with one of his hands, walking towards the bathroom Bruce built in the Batcave for when he went on one of his ‘staying down in the cave for three days straight’ escapades. Jason walked in and closed the door behind them, placing Danny down on the clean floors. 

“Hey kid I'm gonna change your clothes real fast, okay?” Jason asked, the kid sleepily nodded at Jason, still seconds away from falling asleep. Jason huffed out a laugh and unfolded the clothes the grabbed from Damian's room, the smallest he could find. Jason quickly switched out Danny’s clothes, careful to not disturb the bandages and other tubes sticking out of Danny’s chest and stomach. Jason grabbed Danny's old bloody clothes and tossed them into the trash, walking out of the bathroom with Danny carefully placed on his hip. Alfred approached Jason and Danny.

“Ready to go so soon, master Jason?” Alfred said with a smile.

“Yeah, I think we are. By the way Alfred,” Jason stared at Alfred with an intense shine in his eye, “Not a word, of this to B.” 

Alfred chuckled, “Yes, of course, master Jason. Young master Danny is a secret safe with me. However, If master Bruce figures it out on his own, I will not lie to him.”

“I wouldn’t ask that of you Alfred,” Jason said with a smile, then he thought for a second, “Well I would, but I would never expect you to uphold it.”

Alfred chuckled, “Of course. And, remember to change master Danny’s bandages daily, clean the tubes for his drainers, and massage his legs about every hour or so to make sure he doesn't lose circulation. Master Danny should make a full recovery in about 8 weeks. I am positive you will be able to care for him in that time.” Alfred said with a smile.

Jason smiled back at Alfred, walking over to his motorcycle. He stepped over the back and sat Danny in front of him, tucked tightly into his chest as he started his bike. Jason turned around and smiled at Alfred once more, and started the slow, careful ride back to his apartment.

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How we feelin my roaches? Sorry for the late chapter but i passed all my classes! also happy holidays, the next chapter might be delayed too cause my grandma died two hours ago, but know the next chapter is being written! Anyways I hope you all cried <3

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[serene-sun]

𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 • ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾

Pairing: Copia & young reader

Warnings: none, just comfort and fluff so sweet you will cry

A/n: I cried writing this, for many reasons, but I won’t rant on the fic itself! I did in-fact write this sleepy sleepy fic for the sleepy sleep themselves @ghostussy

“Okie dokie kiddo, it’s time for bed.” Copia softy whispered into your ear, patting your back softly as to not wake your half asleep form.

You laid pressed against copia in his lap as he worked on some final plans for the clergy, you had insisted you help him, only to fall asleep from the days earlier excitement.

You groan a little, letting him know you at least heard him. You fell even more limp into his warm embrace as he fixed you to be more secure in his chest as he stood From his dark oak desk.

“My bambino, so sleepy, so tired from all of that well spent energy.” He huffed under his breath, just barely a whisper

The hallways were warm, candles lined the walls with red and black drapes, and the stone floor you both strode along. At every window, a painted vase stood filled with fresh flowers. You always loved the smell, it was so refreshing and nice, and color.

“Before you slip into pjays, let’s get you a nice bath, shall we?” Copia asks you, pushing open the door to his chambers.

He lead you to the bathroom, already having your soaps and toys as you had seemed to form the habit of having copia do you nightly routine.

You slowly nod, sleep making your eyelids heavier with every fight to lift them.

Copia set you in the tub filled with warm water, he sat on the outside beside you, letting you enjoy the warmth as he grabbed your soap and shampoo.

“Eh, which would you prefer?” Copia showed you the two bottles in hand, “watermelon, of strawberry?”

His accent is so thick, no one speaks like copia does. Maybe that was another thing that made copia so much more special, he was one of a kind.

Nobody in the abbey walked, talked, or treated you with such tenderness like copia did. It wasn’t his position, or being the youngest, not even from having such clingy ghouls. Copia was naturally born with these qualities that made him a great man, leader, and even better; father.

It didn’t matter if he was blood or not, what did matter was his unconditional love for you that never faltered. Even when you had messed up, when you cried over the smallest things, when you scraped your knee, or if you ever got overstimulated or had an attack from anything of your past. Copia was there, always, when you needed him. His touch so tender and caring, his heart beat calming, his eyes full of love and his smile so bright.

It didn’t matter who or what was outside of copia embrace, because you knew you could trust him to protect you. A shield, a promise, a protector, and a loving home is what copia is.

“Alright dolce Stella, let’s get you dried.” He soothed your skin as you stepped out of the bath and into the cold air.

Copia stoped a shiver crawling down your spine as he quickly took your favorite towel and wrapped it around you. It was green and white, the pattern of a frog, it had a hood with a cute nose and two eyes up top.

“Feel better?” He rubs the fabric to you, bundling you up and leading you to the stool at the vanity.

“What beautiful locks!” Copia is enthusiastic about your hair, he always points out every detail about it, “my, my, must be a play date for the ghoulettes.”

“Secundo could never…” you joke, earning a rather loud chuckle from copia.

“Don’t forget to brush those toothers.” Copia reminds you, as he sets the brush down as he finishes your hair, handing you a tooth brush with sharks on it.

After you brush your teeth, copia swaddles you up and brings you to your ‘little’ wardrobe in his room.

“What wou-“ copia tried to speak but your attention is stolen by a pretty pattern of stars and planets that you blurt out, “that one!” You quickly grab the pajama set off the shelf and show papa like it’s a piece of art you just finished, and boy was papa proud

“You like your space pajamas don’t you dolce.” He says, sliding them onto you.

The man took you once more into his arms, bringing you back into his main room.

“Now, here’s your stuffy and your blanket.” Copia sets you under the covers of the bed, tucking you in with your stuffed frog and space themed blanket.

Copia takes the time to turn on your pillow pet, the lady bug one that casts an array of stars, galaxies, and planets across the ceiling.

“Papa” you grab at his hand as he leans away from the bed.

“Hm?” He brushes off any lent on the blanket.

“Story?” You ask, exhaustion kicking in again like the moon light is pure melatonin.

“Well of course bambino, I assume you want the same as last nights?” Copia reaches at the bookshelf across from the bed and under the TV.

You may of had a slight obsession with this one book series, and copia may of read it to you every night since it was your favorite. You couldn’t help it, it would send you straight to sleep.

“Hmm, how about this one?” He shows you one that has a different cover, but still the same art style and title.

You nod eagerly, relaxing back into the covers and pillows as copia sits beside you. He brings you to lay into the crook of his chest, his left arm resting around you.

“Comfy?” Copia asked before starting, licking his finger to open the book.

You nod once more, and so he begins

“Mr. Putter and his fine cat, Tabby, loved to sleep. They could sleep anywhere. They slept in chairs, in swings, in cars, in tubs, and sometimes in the laundry room!” Copia read with excitement, but a soft low voice that made your brain tingle.

As copia continued, you started zoning out, staring into the colorful drawings of the pages.

“It was a beautiful night. The moon was full, and moonlight was everywhere. Tabby looked. She listened. She twitched her ears. She twitched her tail.” Copia continues as your head falls back into his shoulder.

You feel your muscles relax, your shoulders and legs release tension.

‘Maybe I’ll let them rest’ is what you thought, letting your eye lids shut softly. A breathe exhaled through your nose, you faintly felt copia move to flip the page.

“Mr. Putter looked up at the sky,

He showed Tabby the stars and he told her all about them. He told her that the Blg Dipper was full of milk from the Milky Way. Tabby purred she loved milk.”

By now, you’re zoned out enough to not listen to him anymore. Your body takes in the feeling of copias body heat and soaks it up like a sponge.

You take it the softness of his voice and chest, the tickle of his hair on your forehead

“They told stories in the moonlight. They told secrets. They made each other laugh.”

Copia softly finished his line, glimpsing at your asleep form.

He softly slid out of your bed, careful not to wake you. He pulled the covers up to your neck, setting your frog in your arms.

He leaned in to kiss your forehead,

“goodnight bambino…I love you trillions.”

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #ghost band #serene sun writes #the band ghost x reader #copia fanfiction #copia #popia x reader #cardi c #papa iv x reader #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #copia x reader fluff

[lauvwar-r]

07 from the start ⸝⸝ cold drinks and cowardice

"oh? we're not going to the library this time?"

it must be a sign, you think, holding a paper bag in your right hand and his hand in your left. it was late enough into the cold winter season for frosty breath and signature hot chocolate but warm dandelion rays seemed to follow you two and frame the campus perfectly.

"nah," you shrug, "pela said that the council agreed that the stage would be put in the middle of the campus uh- garden? lawn? grass area thingy- you know what i mean…"

"yeah! we thought the area would bring the most traction." you're not even looking at him: your nervous eyes glued to your surroundings with false confidence, but you know he's giving you that look. that sickening soft one that you often mistake for adoration.

it's… fond??

and it makes your heart race — just for a second, before remembering what he said before.

"not a date huh…" you mutter dejectedly.

truthfully, it kinda sorta hurt when you found out he said that. whilst not fully demolishing your ego and porcelain heart, it did pinch at you — like soft rope burn for your self-esteem.

but what hurt a little more was the fact that he never told you. never told you about his private account that is.

i mean yeah… i have one too, but that's because i talk about how much i like him on there, you reason with yourself. and i get privacy and everything. but, bronya? you thought him and bronya were just school friends. were you… even his best friend?

"hm?" a hum interrupts your spiralling thoughts.

"anyway! i thought we could like, survey the area. see how and should things be set out and work from there." you say with faux enthusiasm, "we can work on your quote-on-quote poster on a bench nearby too."

"...it's not that bad."

"uh huh," you tease, raising an eyebrow. whatever. who geppie lets follow his private doesn't mean anything.

eventually, you two end up sitting on a bench together that faces the lawn.

"oh come on! look," gepard laughs as he pulls out his laptop, already logged in and displaying a somewhat improved version of his last poster. the changes are minor, like font changes and whatnot. but you can tell just how much effort he put into it. effort he put into everything and anything he did. a quality of his that you love. "i got rid of some of the uglier images," he pointed out excitedly, shuffling closer to you so you could get a closer look, "just like you told me to." the last part, a whisper similar to the sweetness of vows.

"it's good…" you mumble, too busy clinging onto his words and soothing a racing heart.

"really?"

"really." you reply earnestly, hooded eyes studying yours.

you wanted to lean in. to tread past the tightrope of a line preventing you and gepard from being more than just friends; to finally speak your mind on what you've been feeling for the past few years.

but…

"ah!" you explain, pretending to remember something by suddenly grabbing your paper bag from before.

…you're a coward.

inside are two beverages and a warm pastry carefully wrapped in tissue. "my favourite…" gepard mutters, surprised, "you remembered."

"iced coffee. you always preferred things cold. and a pastry too! it's a thank you for yesterday and-"

his ears turn redder than the normal red-on-a-windy-day red. and you almost — almost considered this a win: a step over that line, before…

"ha. you really are my best friend."

ouch.

MASTERLIST ⸝⸝ previous! ⸝⸝ next!

𑁤 sypnosis. despite claiming to be 'rizz master 3000' name has failed to ask out their crush and childhood best friend, gepard, for a few years (L). with this new wave of courage, will this lovestruck idiot be able to confess before gepard buys a house and adopts 3 cats and a bunny with someone else? (this is a joke. geppie will not be adopting 3 cats and a bunny).

notes. . . omgg this is like my 6th time ive tried to post 😭 ( so sorry for the like 3week hiatus LMAO) anyways ive been trying to get into a law school for next year so college has been biting me in the ass lately. sending love to all yall tho <3

. . . tags @520cafe , @kitsuxiv , @91ed0 , @iridescentsunsetwaters, @yevene , @lunavixia , @vilthenothing , @ryuryuryuyurboat

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[the-sound-of-her-wings]

WIP: Jason Todd Oneshot?

This is repurposed from a rewrite of a different fanfic that I think could probably work as a one shot or like. A short series.

TLDR: You get thrown into Gotham, end up working for Penguin as a singer, end up being Selina's roommate. You've met Jason as the Red Hood. Tonight, he climbs in your window.

Excerpt under the cut, appreciate any feedback and thoughts 🫶

The nightmares, it seemed, were in escapable. You sigh, throwing the blankets off of your body and slipping into your newly purchased slippers. You heads downstairs, pouring yourself of cup of water and throwing it in the microwave. You rummage through the kitchen cabinets, moving Selina’s stack of tea out of the way to reach the box of hot chocolate mix. You head back to the microwave, careful to shut it off before it finishes as to not awaken the entire house. You add the mix to the packet, stirring it with a spoon, and heads back upstairs.

You've barely set foot in the door when you notice a familiar red figure lingering at your window, “Red?” You whisper.

“Hey, sweetheart. Mind if I come in?” He asks.

“Are you a vampire or something? Can’t enter uninvited?” You reply, a small smile on your lips, your free hand resting on your hip. You close the door behind you with your foot.

He huffs as he climbs through the window, “You shouldn’t sleep with the window open. You could catch a cold, or worse.” A deliberate avoidance of the question, just like his father taught him. He shuts it behind him, locking the chill of winter outside.

“Or worse.” You repeat, taking a step forward and a sip of your hot chocolate, “Like strange men climbing in my window with unclear motives?” You tease, walking around the bed to meet him by the windowsill.

Jason’s finger traces your arm, “Missed you.” He murmurs, “Wanted to see you.”

“You could’ve dropped by the Lounge.” You reply, allowing him to caress your arm. Your skin reacts to the continuous touch, goosebumps forming on your shoulders.

“You were busy. Didn’t want to interrupt.” He replies, pulling his hand away from you.

You raise the cup to your lips, hiding your disappointed sigh by swallowing more of your drink.

The truth, you know, is that he didn’t want to see his older brother around you. Didn’t want to know what you would sing to him, didn’t want to see how the two of you would interact, didn’t want to feel jealous. Jason spent years in Dick’s shadow only to die there. And when he came back, he’d been replaced.

“I would have made time for you,” You respond, placing the cup of hot chocolate on your nightstand. Would have preferred to spend the time with him, if you were being honest.

“It went well?” He asks.

“It did. Dick is… charming. Beautiful. Any girl would be lucky to have him.” You recall, remembering the night. Dick’s eyes sparkled the purest blue. He had a laugh like a warm summer breeze, like an ocean wave breaking on the shore. The perfect man, some would say. “But he’s not my type.”

Because, at the end of the day, Richard Grayson is not perfect. As a child, he was wild, reckless, and angry. So angry that he tried to avenge his parents’ death by killing their murderer. So angry he began fighting crime. So angry that he yelled and screamed and fought Bruce over petty things, over big things, sometimes just to have an excuse to fight. He’s grown since then. He’s now a man who knows how to manage that anger, who takes on the role of father and older brother and uncle and whatever else he needs to be because there are more important things than his emotions.

He is Dorian Grey personified.

“I thought you couldn’t love a man you can’t look in the eye,” Jason’s hands remain at his side, the white eyes of his red mask seeming to bore into your soul.

You did say that, at first. Because you were scared, because part of you can't help but look at him and think of the thousands of people who voted for him to die. Because you don't want to hurt him if you leave.

You smile, a small, pathetic sort of smile, “Everybody lies.”

Jason chuckles and your heart flutters. You stand there, dumbly, staring up at him and waiting for him to do or say something, forgetting that you too have hands and a mouth. Jason begins to slowly peel his jacket off, revealing an shirt identical to the one she you last saw him in. As he slowly takes off his gloves, pulling at each finger, he says, “I hear you wear my jacket often. Heard you wore it tonight.”

“I never leave home without it.” You reply, twiddling your thumbs, “I feel safe when I wear it.” You add, sheepishly.

Jason makes a noise in his throat, one so primal that you know it must have turned him on, must have satisfied his possessive nature. He reaches out with his right hand, his calloused finger tips running up your neck. Your skin reacts to the touch, gentle but full of desire, sending a pleased shiver throughout your body. His fingers stop when they reach your chin, the index, middle and ring hooking into the curve, the middle stretching ever so slightly so that it grazes your lower lip.

“Tell me what you want to do,” He whispers.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n

[seobstarr]

Star-Shaped Keys ☆

paring!: street racer!Keeho x street racer!fem reader

genre!: action, fluff?,

tropes!: mutual pining, rivals to lovers (kinda),

synopsis!: After a few bets within the lower ring of the street racing business you and your brother decided that it was time for you to move up to his league, not knowing that the person you would go up against for your first major race was Jiungs longtime rival, Yoon Keeho and he is pretty damn good at his profession (and the sweet talking he does to you and only you)

warnings!: profanity, dangerous actions(like stunts NO SMUT DONT THINK LIKE THAT), iilegal bidding, iilegal racing,

songs!: shut up and drive- rihanna, teenage dirtbag- wheatus, baby- brandy, yes or no- jungkook,

Stretching out from another long ride to the backstreets of Seoul, you turn the engine off to your car. The rustling and loud rutter dim into a silent growl. Opening your eyes from the godly stretch, you observe the crowd blocking the main street. The atmosphere here is different—nothing compared to the slow and small crowds from the streets you've played. Your posture naturally crouches over the steering wheel out of habit, scoping out the competition and the cars you and your baby are up against.

Somewhere in between the crowd of ladies and men surrounding the cars, you spot your brother and some of his friends. Red cups in their hands as they lean against his iconic bumblebee yellow Mitsubishi, a staple from his rise to power in the ring.

A knock on the tinted windows of your Mustang derails your train of thought. Your head snaps to the window, the knuckle that knocked once about to do it again, but before it can, you roll the window down halfway. In the cold air of summer, there he stood, hands dug deep into his jacket pockets, face blocked by the roof of the car. He wasn't bent down to talk face to face.

“Y/N?” he asks

"Who’s asking?" you respond, the constant reminder set in your head by your brother making you cautious. You hear him chuckle a bit, and his lower half bends down, hand resting on the hood of the Corvette to stabilize him.

"Yoon Keeho, It's good to finally meet Jiung's infamous sister, everybody from the lower districts has been talking about," he says. You examine his face, trying to place where you've heard his name before.

The slight smile on his face never fades as you make eye contact with him, staring him down. His jet-black hair barely covers his forehead, and the leather jacket fits his muscular build perfectly. "Not much of a talker, are you?" he remarks after your lack of response.

"Nah, I prefer to stare," you sarcastically smirk. His laughter is prominent, and his head hangs low for a second.

"Anyway, Keeho, did you come here for something?"

His eyebrows furrow for a minute, unsure of what you were asking. "To race?"

"No, to my car. What brings you to my car?" you explain slowly, and his face finally lights up. You sigh at how dense your brother's rival is. "Well, I saw the blue Mustang and bet it was you. By the talks, you’ve sure made a name for yourself out in the racing world, as expected she's a beauty."

His voice is like smooth hazelnut butter, silky and thick. His free hand caresses the headlight as he admires the customized car he's stretched over. You can feel his fingers tap the top of your hood in anticipation. "Good to hear you approve," you huff out a response, your hands clutching the steering wheel harder as the conversation rolls on. "Now, if you don’t mind taking your hands off my baby, I just shined her," you smugly smile.

His hands go up in a sarcastic defense as he stands up, now showing you his full body proportions. "I should get going; my brother's waiting."

"Oh, I think your brother has waited enough," his smile reaches the tips of his ears this time, showing the eye smile that naturally graces his face. "Hey, I saw you pull in, why haven’t you come say hi to the guys—"

Jiung cuts his own sentence short as his eyes connect with Keeho's. "Keeho," he deadpans, leaning against the passenger's side of the car, arms folding in.

"Jiung," Keeho's smile fades quickly into a serious thin line, chin following up into a stare. His hands slide into his pockets. "Planning on beating me this round?"

"I would, but my name isn't on the lineup for tonight."

Yoon Keeho. His name almost melts off your tongue, seems natural from the way Jiung says it. Your eyes widen at the instant click in connection your mind realizes. "Don’t play with me, Choi. You know whose name is there, who?"

How could you have not known from the way his voice had comfortably strayed with you “Hers.” Jiung says again and you could just picture the smirk in his tone. Yoon Keeho, Jiung's racing rival since you could remember.

The way you've been swirling your red cup, you could've been mixing drinks as a bartender by now. If Keeho was Jiung's rival, then why would he be openly friendly - dare you say flirting with you? Isa scoots toward you, making a spot on the hood of your car that you previously parked next to Jiung. Isa, your best friend, had gotten into racing at the same time as you. She had opted for a 2009 C6-R Corvette and had it wrapped a hot bubblegum pink. Perfect for her personality, although some in the racing arena thought it was stereotypical. She didn't care. “You okay?” she questions "Yeah, why?" you giggle forcibly. "You’ve been swirling that drink for a hot minute now, and you’ve barely been conscious for half of the two hours you’ve been here." Rolling your eyes playfully at her, she nudges your shoulder. "I’m fine! Don’t worry about me; worry about who you're against after this." You point through your cup at the guy next to your brother. "Sungho? Oh, you’ve got to be kidding." She scoffs. "He doesn’t nearly have as much experience as I do; the only reason he's here is because of Mark."

Isa’s voice fades into the background noise, meshing with the crowd surrounding the various cars laid around the lot. Almost naturally, your eyes follow his tall figure, and land on his contagious smile that seems to make him even more attractive. Your lips go up to sip out of the cup you’ve been fixing for the past hour, but your eyes don’t dare to disconnect from his almost-perfect side profile.

Without taking your fiery gaze off him, when he's done talking, he does the same as you, and his eyes lock with yours almost as if he was taking quick peeks at you when you weren’t looking as well. You hesitate to look away in a panic, but he squints slightly, his brown pupils doing the talking he couldn’t. The moment quickly becomes tense with both of you not breaking the lustful gaze you had for each other.

"Y/N? Are you even listening?" Your eyes blink rapidly from not breaking eye contact for what seemed like too long. "Yeah, yeah, sorry, what were you saying?" You cough out, and Isa frowns. She was rambling to nobody. "Maybe you shouldn’t race tonight—"

"I can do it; don't worry about me." Your hand knocks Isa’s hand from your forehead gently. "When do we start anyway; I’m getting bored." That was a lie, and even though there was no detection of how it could be a fib, you had a hunched that Isa had caught on. "Right now, actually," Jiung cuts in, giving you no time to react as he grabs your hand and drags you to the driver's seat of your car so you could roll up to the starting track.

The crowd was big, lined with people along the makeshift track of Seoul's empty backstreets. Your Mustang revved loudly as you pulled up to the starting line, doing some last-minute fixes as Jiung explained the map of the track in the passenger's window. "Just whatever you do, don’t embarrass me…" Jiung complains, eyes rolling his head. "You’ve got to be joking."

"I’m just saying, you tend to get fired up when you think your opponent is not great at this, but trust me, Keeho is one of the best. So if you're going all in, you better mean it." His voice darkens a bit as Keeho pulls beside you in his Nissan, the outer darker paint job contrasting well with the neon purple LED lights he had strapped to the bottom of the base. His tinted passenger window slides down, and you can take in the inside of his car a little more now, examining it, eyes fluttering with how well he had fixed the old 1999 model up. "You look like you’re gonna carjack me." His gravelly tone had broken you from the car's trance. Genuinely giggling at the little bit he had made you look up at him. "I’ve seen worse," you shoot back at him, his face becoming visibly frustrated. "Just when I was about to compliment your customization skills…" you scoff playfully before putting the car into park and stepping out of the lowered deck. At the ends of the cars, where the trunk meets trunk stands Isa and Jiung, along with some of Keeho's friends who are continuously hyping him up with comments that aren’t so pleasing to the ears.

Your hands fidget with your car keys in your palms, working it around your index finger as the star figurine attached to it for spunk swivels around at fast speeds. As Jiung gives you the rundown for at least the 15th time, Irene, the main organizer of all the events you and your brother have been going to, speaks up among the crowd of people on the sidelines. Her hair is slicked back into a tight bun, held by a beautiful diamond-encrusted hair clip—a glint and tease at the old money she comes from. A headband straps over the elegant hairstyle, making her look even cleaner.

"You must be the new racer." Her voice is a nice, light, airy tone, similar to Isa but higher pitched. It makes you feel at ease, contrasting the nervous feeling you had mustered up watching her walk up to you. Hands sweating and becoming clammy as she talks to you with a smile on her lips. "Yes, happy to be here." A hearty chuckle comes out from your vocal cords, and she nods in approval. "Well, don’t be nervous; it’s your first race after all. So, bottom line, make sure to have fun." Her pep talk feels refreshing from the pressuring eyes Jiung had been giving you. Like a tiny bit of weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

She gives you a wink before walking back to the starting line, which was just the crosswalk markers. You take her stance as a sign to get ready and get back into your car, but something feels off. A stumbling tilt in the atmosphere had destablised it, and the balance grew heavier to one side. Your hand clutches the handle to your Mustang, but a cough stops you from pulling open the door. Your head whips from the sudden jump Keeho had given you. "You really think we weren’t going to bet anything?" he states, the jacket he wore slipping off his shoulder a little as he leans against the bulky build of his ride.

You had completely forgotten about the bidding, and you mentally pinch yourself for making a fool out of yourself. "Take it easy; it’s her first." Irene's eyes roll under her painted lids at Keeho's antics, at his greediness. A smirk, one that seemingly never faded from his face greeted you when he looked at you, playfully followed by a laugh. To the contrary, the comments on this being your “first” had made your heart tighten, lingering a small tint of naturally flushed red on your cheeks. Not that they were wrong; it most definitely was your first actual bidding race, but the comments seemingly held an underlying snarky tone, as if they were laughing at how inexperienced you are.

"Sorry, y/n, but it is required for you to bid something. You know, for the stakes to be high," Irene explains, and you nod in understanding, not daring to speak yet. "But I can change the rules a little. How about instead of money, it’s just something valuable to you?" A thought crosses your mind as you look at the now annoyingly cocky smile your rival wears with pride. "I can get behind that," he shrugs in agreement. "Alright, Keeho, you're up. What’s your bet?"

The air thickens as you watch the gears in his head turn as he thinks. You had come to hate how confident he was in himself, wanting to wipe the sly smirk off his face with this race. To let the world know that Jiung's amateur little sister had beaten "One of the greats" in her first race. Yes, the competitiveness was getting to you, but would that stop you? Absolutely not. His eyes lock with yours, and he finally speaks, "I have a couple of new cylinders coming in tomorrow. I’ll bet those." Trying to hide your smile with a wipe of your nose, you gleam with delight. New cylinders were just what you needed for your car; you had been dying to upgrade from V10 to V12. When you look up from your hand, your eyes lock with his. They had a slight change in mood, becoming a sharp gaze, mocking you for not being able to go higher than the brand-new item he had put out. And that was it; you were in it to win it. A couple of looks into his siren eyes had made you so frustrated that your hand goes up to show your star car keys slightly. "I’m ready to put it on the line," you say, smugly smirking up at the taller figure slightly towering above you. "Put it on the line?" His deep voice chuckles into a slow response. "What would you put on the line, little lady?" An eyebrow perks up at the unexpected nickname.

A few minutes go by as the city’s lights shine on them dimly before he feels a poke in his abdomen. His head looks down, and your hand is holding out your keys, the keys to the midnight blue Mustang you rested on. Keeho tries to conceal his shock, the tightness in his heart when you held up the keychain to spin around on your ring finger. But it fails as his eyes dart to Jiung, only for a split second to make sure that this was serious. He had been in races where people had bet their cars, but it had only turned out for the worst. Lord knows if he was ready for Jiung's wrath if you had lost not only the race but the car you had customized perfectly.

Somewhere in his heart, in the pit of his stomach, he cheered that you had put the vehicle on the line, knowing that it was the most amazing custom that had pulled onto the lot that night; he craved for it. When he and Jiung meet each other's gaze, he nods and goes to calm you down. The two of them had only been rivals for the fun of it, but deep down, they both knew that they were cool with each other. It wasn’t anything too important to fight about, but you? You hadn’t known that, and therefore Keeho was scared shitless out of his mind. You were willing to bet the car for your brother’s reputation, and his mind lights up with the thought of how attractive that was.

"No, I’m sticking by it," you had said loudly enough for the surrounding people to hear. "If I win, I get your new cylinders, but if you win, you get the keys." Both of you hear Irene take a deep inhale inward from the constant thick air the lot had found. "Deal," his voice booms towards you, and you take his hand to shake it firmly. "Deal."

"Alright, all racers to your cars, please," Irene announces loud enough for the front crowds to hear, the people listening first sending the message that the race was starting backward into the crowds. "The rules are simple: no cheating, no illegal moves, and stay on the track," she says again, and you start your car up, the wheels rattling with the beautiful sound the engine was creating. "Racers, on your mark…" Her hand pulls the bandana from her back pocket, raising it up into the air. The engine revs even more as both your feet switch quickly between the brake and the gas pedal. "Get set."

When you take a breather before she calls the final marking, your eyes open and fall naturally to Keeho beside you. For the second time that night, his eyes were already on you, the once fierce siren eyes that sharply bored into your gut to make you nervous, relaying a soft, almost flirtatious gaze on you. "Go." Irene’s hand swipes down in a fast motion, and the both of you are off, Keeho taking off first due to the impelling look he had you under.

The neon lights of the empty streets looked like blurred lines with how fast you were going, one hand steering while the other tightly held the gear stick in place. Your eyes are focused on the makeshift track, and it feels like your breathing has stopped, not taking enough time out of the concentration to let out the breath of relief you had been hoping for. Normally, when you raced, a gap would have occurred in the running where you would take off, and the other opponent would be left in the dust of your car's tires. But this time, oh, this time was way different.

Keeho had somehow managed to make your body jerk backward slightly from the sudden speed of his vehicle, a grin on his face as he pulled ahead. Panic set in briefly, but you quickly regained control, shifting gears and pressing the gas pedal harder. The engine responded with a thunderous roar, and your Mustang surged forward, chasing after Keeho's Nissan.

The cityscape blurred around you, the night lights streaking past like shooting stars. Your heart pounded in rhythm with the revving engine, the thrill of the race intensifying with each passing second. Keeho's car and yours weaved through the labyrinthine streets, a dance of speed and precision.

As you approached a sharp turn, the adrenaline in your veins spiked. The neon lights reflected off Keeho's car, creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Gripping the steering wheel, you braced yourself for the maneuver. Keeho took the turn with finesse, and you followed suit, feeling the gravitational force pulling at the side of your car.

The tension in the air was palpable, a silent competition between engines and drivers. Your eyes flicked to Keeho, catching a glimpse of his focused expression. The thrill of the race was now entwined with the challenge he posed. The streetlights above cast dynamic shadows, emphasizing the speed at which you navigated the urban terrain. Up ahead, the track stretched into a straight line. This was your chance to catch up. With a burst of speed, you closed the gap between your cars. The wind howled around you as the engines roared in unison. Keeho glanced your way, a smirk playing on his lips. It was a silent exchange of determination and rivalry.

The finish line loomed ahead. You pushed your car to its limits, the horsepower responding with a surge of energy. Keeho, however, seemed to have an extra burst, inching ahead. The race was reaching its climax, and the anticipation was electrifying.

As the finish line draws near with one more sharp turn, keeho swerves his car into yours, clipping the front side of your mustang, “fuck,” you mumble as you start to skid off the track.

With the pressure and speed the car and cylinders are going it isn’t so easy to get the car back under your control, with the unstable feeling it makes your left hand quickly take itself off the stick and onto the wheel for a good 9-3 position, tightly trying desperately to control it.

You made a split-second decision. With a swift maneuver, your hand finds the gear stick again as your left takes a firm grip onto the steering wheel by itself. You push the stick back into 1st gear, letting your car slow down and let yourself lose sight of the black nissan and release the gas just a tiny bit until you feel yourself rock back due to the sudden change of speed and then you hit the clutch with your free foot, creating a perfect half-circle behind Keeho and creating streak marks on the blacktop and earning the first place spot. The move caught Keeho off guard, and for a moment, he hesitated. It was a risky move, but the element of surprise was on your side. Emerging from the drift, you shot towards the finish line. Keeho, recovering from the surprise, accelerated to catch up. The crowd's cheers and gasps filled the air as the two of you raced neck and neck. The finish line was now just a heartbeat away.

In the final moments, you pushed your car to its absolute limit. The engines roared in a symphony of power, and you decided to take a quick peak in the rearview to see where your rival was, a car honk throws you out of your state of confusion as you quickly scan beside you, Keeho had already caught up to you and worked up to take a higher speed, reaching the finish line almost an inch above you. When the back tires of your mustang reached beyond the line you had punted the break hard, putting you at a complete stop

Breathless and exhilarated, you turned to see Keeho pulling up beside you. There was a mixture of surprise and respect in his eyes. The tension that had fueled the rivalry now shifted to a mutual acknowledgment of skill. The moment hung in the air as both cars idled, engines ticking as they cooled down. As Keeho steps out of the car to receive congratulations from his buddies, solid thud resonates through your tinted window, prompting you to open the door without hesitation. A warm embrace from your big brother greets you immediately. "You did amazing!" Isa exclaims, her hands clapping together eagerly as you wobble out of the car.

"That sweep you did on the corner was actually sick," Jiung says with a wide grin glued onto his face. "I lost though…" you sigh disappointedly, shaking your head downward to look at your feet.

"Hey, you did better than the majority of the people Keeho has raced, except for me, of course. You should be proud of yourself," Jiung shakes you by the shoulders enthusiastically, and you manage a small smile at his encouragement. "Drinks are on me. Let's go." Both Jiung and Isa's smiles manage to cut through the harsh self-criticism, making you grin.

"Alright, let's—" you pause, letting your sentence linger as your eyes quickly check Keeho's facility. The crowd has mostly faded, leaving only small cliques created before your race.

The taller figure stands alone, checking something on his phone. "I'll catch up; I gotta inspect this clipping I got," you say, stretching out one side of your mouth for a risky expression. Both Jiung and Isa nod before walking to the bar located across from the lot. Once you're sure they're far enough, you carefully walk over to your opponent, holding your keys in your hands.

You could have sworn that he feels you coming towards him by the way his head springs up at the sound of your footsteps. His hand slides his phone into his pocket before pushing himself off of his car. "You surprised me out there tonight," his voice urges as he walks to meet you halfway. You scoff playfully, "I wasn't going to go out like that," waving it off as bothersome. "I have a rep to uphold." He chuckles at you as you twirl around, hand out to the front. "Where's the car?" he questions.

"What car?" Your smile fades off into a confused manner. "Oh, come on now, don't tell me you forgot about our deal," he fake pouts, slouching down for effect. "Of course, I didn't. I'm not a cheat, you know." Your hands take his, and you fold his palm out to give him the star keychain. "I told you I'd give you the keys, not my car." His eyes widen as you close his palm back up. He had never been played like that before; his heart raced with excitement and confusion. "Then how—"

"You didn't think I don't have backups?" you laugh at him, shrugging before digging into your back pocket to fetch a set of keys, identical to the ones you just gave Keeho. "I cannot believe you tricked me," his voice airs out in disbelief, hands gripping the car. "Y/N! Jiung is dancing on the tables again!" You hear Isa in the faint distance yell your name, and on hearing this information, you shake your head in annoyance, "I've got to go," and jogging back to the bar's direction.

"By the way," you strut backward as you stray further and further from him, "my number is on those keys. Call me if you've got something other than cylinders to bet." Keeho's eyes glint with amusement.

As the adrenaline slowly subsided, you couldn't help but grin. The shared experience with Keeho created a bond that went beyond rivalry, mixed feelings consumed your thoughts as Isa drags you into the club. In the world of racing, respect was earned on the asphalt, and tonight, you had earned it.

footnotes!.

keb notes!: literally do NOT know where this idea came from, where it generated from but i think i absolutely killed this and its one of my best works loll. I was originally going to make this a Haechan long fic but i could not pass up the opportunity to make it about piwon hope u guys enjoyed :p

also if anybody wanted a refrence of what the base cars look like! (there are customizations in the fic, this is just what the cars look like bottom line)

keeho-Black 1999 Nissan skyline

jiung-Yelllow 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse

isa-Pink 2009 C6-R corvette

Y/N-Dark Blue 2014 shelby gt500 mustang but without those ugly strips down the middle

#kpop #p1harmony #kpop imagines #p1harmony fanfic #p1harmony keeho #yoon keeho #p1harmony imagines #kpop boy group #boy group #stayc #racing #street racing

[krizariel]

It's a nice evening to send random asks. Please tell me a one your top 5 AUs and in which of them jaytim (or timjay) is THE LEAST LIKELY about to happen (doesn't mean they wouldn't happened, just would need... to work more on it) :>

Ok so the first part was easy but boy the mental gymnastics I had to go through to come up with an answer that covered the second one...

Mainly because "my favorite AU" and "jaytim not happening" do not go in the same sentence for me lol but hm after thinking it over I have some specific scenarios which are some of my favorites but also would have them not together or really complicated?

Timowlthy AU - Seer/Owl Tim (he can transform into an owl) and Red Hood Jay (more of mix between young justice TV jason and red hood): in which Jason killed Tim's mom under Ra's orders, while he was more dead than alive and was part of the League of Assassins. This is a really Dark Tim who made his way into the court of owls. Jason agrees to work with Tim against Ra's because he remembers what he did while he was under Ra's command and not happy about it. Tim accepts to work with Jason because he is strong, needs someone with motive and Jason owes him and he is set on making him pay. Reluctant allies relationship at the beginning because "our objectives align and then will never see you again", with a lot of guilt, complicated feelings, toxic relationships and eventually pent up sexual tension.

Joker Jr. Tim/Priest Jason - Would end up together but evidently lot of work to do, they'd have a really toxic relationship that eventually settles into a complicated relationship that they know they just cannot escape.

Hanahaki - I like hanahaki au preferably with happy any and any type of hanahaki but I also like scenarios in which either of them is too late so oh well one dies and i cry.

Sleeping Beauty AU - I have three scenarios for this one, one is happy, one is angsty but happy ending, one is angsty and sad ending (you guessed, one dies)

Star Wars AU - former jedi padawans jason and tim, after order 666 and a time skip Jason becomes a bounty hunter/mercenary and Tim eventually becomes a Sith lord, Ra's his master (after a lot of trauma for Timmy). This is in my head a reverse/Dark Tim that is actually set on getting back at Ra's and kill him, take over and end the empire on his own. Jason just happens to be on his way plenty of times. They'd hurt each other a lot here but also can't find it in their hearts to kill each other. Eventually Tim is also battling hard to hide from Ra's that he doesn't want Jason killed. Eventually Ra's finds his way to this information and maybe that's when Jason finds there's a heart in Tim still and his feelings are requited but who knows, maybe is far too late.

#jaytim #jason todd #tim drake #well it was fun #now im sad though someone give me food #to be clear in all of this jaytim is happening at the end so they are still the main goal unless one dies #the other follows soon after if that happens

[boyfridged]

It bugs me a lot as to why DC seems hesitant/uninterested to explore Dick and Jason's connection more. I saw one of your posts talking about the significance of Jason dying in Dick's robin costume and seeing as Dick is like the only other person aside from Bruce (and I guess Alfred) to really be affected by Jay's death to the point he has hallucinations about jaybin, I think their reunion after Jason's resurrection was lackluster at best. Idk if this is just me holding on to bias, but I find Dick and Jay's relationship a much more interesting dynamic to explore & develop than say Dick's relationship with *** or Damian. So I'm really curious, if it'd been up to you how would you go about their first reunion (specifically after Dick finds out Red Hood's true identity) and the development of their relationship (assuming Jason takes the route of reuniting and reconnecting with his family & preferably with BFTC not existing) moving forward.

i know this was not your main question, but as to why dc seems hesitant to explore dick and jason's connection more, i reckon it would be difficult for them due to retcons to both jay's and dick's personality, which subsequently completely changes their relationship (both in the past and present). but i have already said plenty about it! (in case anyone missed it, my tag for dick & jay is #thousand incarnations of closeness and distance.)

i think post-utrh (and post bludhaven blowing up... dick once again finding himself at a very low point in his life) dick absolutely would want to find jay. there's this paradoxical distance and close proximity all at once that makes the way dick sees jason unique at this point. 80s dick does not know jay as an "angry robin" and did not even know about his breakdown closely before aditf.

of course dick mythologized him some, sure, the way we all do with our dead. the uniform, the name; they make it feel personal. but he's also the one to think "he was your son. flesh and blood. he was real." so the image he has of jay (in the 80s & even some of 90s) is most probably so simple and real. it's just a kind eager boy wearing his family colours. there's no space for fatalizing that bruce, for instance, engages with. dick is the who never allows himself to think that jason's death was an unavoidable tragedy; the one who contempts the idea of the memorial case; the one who is shocked at the lack of pictures of jason in the manor.

and i would like this version of dick to react to jason's return, i think learning about jason as the red hood would perhaps be even more shocking than it was to bruce.

so, the setting: probably either just post-utrh (when dick is also at a low point since bludhaven is gone) or even post-countdown (but with no bftc nor previous meetings between occuring).

you might ask why i'm considering going all the way post-countdown. well. first of all, it's just that i'm so taken by the idea of jason fucking shit up without a mask and canon has deprived us of it. second of all, i think it would make sense for dick not to be able to reach out to him until then, because jason would most definitely avoid him.

to jason, bruce is not only the closest family member, but he's also a figure of authority, a figure that can be rebelled against. in many ways, kids are ready (or in jason's case, trying to brace himself for) their parents' disappointment. but what about your siblings? i genuinely can't think of a sadder occurrence than your siblings giving up on you. and jason has always looked up to dick; and dick has always been so gentle with him. i don't think jason would be aware of it, but i don't think at this point much could break his heart more than seeing dick reject him. in some ways, that would be a definitive end of jay's childhood, a complete severing of his ties with it, even if those are so fragile and distant. and as much as it would be for character in jason to try to cut this remaining link, i think "countdown" shows that he subconsciously still tries to hold onto them.

so dick is searching; jason is hiding. perhaps dick is following a trail of dead bodies, the plotline focusing on his own moral dilemma and on the horror of seeing what jason is capable of. there's definitely guilt moreso that disappointment, though.

but he finds jason on accident rather than during that chase, and there's a body, and before dick can comprehend what's going on, he acts; he helps jason hide it. it's a messy job and now there's blood not only on jason's hands but also on dick's.

it's not something he would do for anyone else. dick wants to say he won't do it again, or to ask jason to never make him do it again, but he doesn't say anything.

they still argue. they have takeout and eat it in the car, and jason notices dick still listens to the same playlist. then dick gives jason his number and tells him to "stop losing it" even though they both know this is not what happened.

#i kinda want to actually write a fic now. #outbox #thousand incarnations of closeness and distance #actually going through my inbox now... sorry. life's been so hectic...

[liliallowed]

Has Y/N met the Player yet in this "Bad End" Timeline?

Even if not, I feel like we as Y/N, (who seems slightly naive in this AU) would take pity on the little glowing red heart squirming in fear trapped in Sans' (Dust) hold. After all, it does seem oddly cute, maybe even squishable. It's so tiny too, what kind of Demon looks so tiny and harmless?

Since Y/N already seems to think lowly of Sans (Dust) in this timeline, if they ever even had a chance alone with the Player's soul while it's trapped, Y/N would free them and might come face to face with the player in their personally made vessel, the more demon looking one.

Yet the Player is still oddly non-threatening? What kind of demon is this?

At this point the "Bad End" timeline has been split in two due to Y/N's choice.

So it all depends on the Player now, what would they do after being freed from a near game over?

Sorry for rambling and if this made no sense lol I wanted to participate!

oh dust's gonna be PISSED hehehe

you had been here for months? days? years? it was hard to tell.

you could have quit and let the two love birds just... do whatever the hell they were up to but... you felt too stubborn to do so.

your obsession was a double edged sword and if it was one thing you were sure of... it was that you didn't know when to quit. hell, riding hood would have made an atomic battery of your determination if he wasn't so set or literally boring you to death.

you could spitefully wait AAAAAALLL ETERNITY-

you felt something click as light bled into your view. your soul, manifesting freely as a formless tether was reconnected... to your body... invisible string whipping around your heart shaped being as it manifested itself into existence.

you clenched your first... twisting your arm into a stretch... only to notice a familiar face.

your faceless head developed two red eyes staring at the human who had seemingly freed you.

they stared at you wish stubborn eyes that were looking for answers.

/oh. OH. this lil thing wants to know the whole truth does it? did those two have a fight? did he hide more from them? ooooh spicy dramaaaa!/

they smile at them with a knowing grin.

"ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck! " you yawn as you stretch your back aswell.

"t-ten THOUSAND!?" their eyes widen in shock.

"it's an Aladdin reference dummy. lighten up. I don't bite." you giggle.

"you're... wait you don't grant wishes fo you? is that why he keeps you here" they squint at you.

"mmmmaybeeee? maybe not! depends if I like ya!" you dangle your feet with a giddiness bubbling in your soul.

"can you actually revert time?" their squint turn into a glare.

"hmmm... well, yes. but not for those who forget. you guys are gonna experience time like... normally. once ya dead, ya dead." you make a silly double x eyes face with your tongue out.

"but that's not what you're asking is it? you wanna know the truth he's hiding right?"your eyes light up red with excitement.

"you're... a lot more... energetic than I thought."

...

...

"excuse me?"

"I mean I thought you'd have like... horns or... bat wings or a tail?"

"I can, if that's what you want actually. buuut I prefer keeping things simple. tails and props het in the way of... moving around" your soul hovers around her as your body shifts between different forms, all consistently in sync with the soul's movement.

"are you a demon?"

"aren't all demons just fallen angels in the end? what's the difference hehehehe"

"UGH WHY ARE YOU TWO SO FRUSTRATING!? JUST GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER!"

"awwww you think we're similar? I like you already! "

"I didn't... wait are you two similar? what is your deal with him?"

"he's an old friend. though... he doesn't see it that way."

"do you... eat souls or... like... what's the demon deal thing?"

"bold of you to assume it works that way."

"then tell me"

"don't wanna."

"UGHHHHHHHHH WHY ARE YOU TWO LIKE THIS I THOUGHT TALKING TO YOU WOULD FINALLY GET ME SOME ANSWERS!"

"you know the saying curiousity killed the cat? pretty sure you're biting of more than you can chew. I m g i v i n g y o u a n o u t."

"I'm already here. just tell me."

"oooh gutsy! and decisive. I like that! alright! I'll let you on about aaaaall the evil things me and your bone friend have been doing"

"HE'S NOT MY- WHY ARE YOU TWO SO ANNOYING!?? IS IT LIKE... YOUR JOB OE SOMETHING?"

"no but hearing your annoyed angry voice is almost as amusing as pissing off lver boy over there to stab me hehehehe"

"oh great you've also got loose screws."

"sure do! in fact I'd say I have more loose screws than him. not to brag but I am pretty good at being bad"

"if you're that evil then... why haven't you escaped? "

"... don't wanna."

"... you're scared of him aren't you"

"nuh-uh! IM STAYING HERE BY CHOICE."

"right. so if I leave you're not gonna possess me."

"nope. you're literally a bait he threw at me to catch me. I ain't falling for it."

"... he said you'd be a lot more violent."

"I can be! do you want me to be?"

"of course not! "

"psht. coward."

"I... I don't know what to do anymore it feels like no matter what I do I'm just a pawn in something else's game. I don't understand anything. WHY HIM, WHY ME. OR YOU. "

"... you're that desperate to know the truth? you might actually lose yourself you know. there's a reason he lies. he's trying to keep you safe."

"you wouldn't have said that if YOU were the thing he described."

"you don't know anything about me. stop pretending like you're some GRRRREAAAAT SAINT that has to save everyone. are you here to rub it in my face that you have his attention?"

"are... are you jealous? "

"NO! I'M... uh... I... no. you... uh... I.. "

"..."

"please put me back in the jar I think I want to die of shame."

#dusttale player #reader #lv triangle #you MIGHT have caught onto their weakness

[sadienita]

[11:18] Seungmin was such a good boyfriend, really. He was quiet about his feelings, preferring to show you rather than say how he felt. He was attentive to you and your emotions. He was maybe the best listener you’d ever met and you knew he would be honest but kind at the same time. 

But by god was he ever annoying.

You were pretty sure the man lived to tease you. Any chance he got he wanted to see you flustered and he had the oh so annoying habit of pressing the back of his hand to your cheeks when he knew he was getting to you, just to comment on how you were burning up all of a sudden.

You had tried to get him back, oh how you’d tried. You’d tried wearing his sweaters and necklaces. You’d tried getting him all his favorite treats. You’d tried setting up a surprise date (with help from his members to make sure he could actually fit it in his schedule). You’d tried pinching his cheeks and kissing him randomly. Even random ‘I love yous’ left him unphased.

He withstood every damn thing you threw at him with a nice little “that’s so nice, sweetheart,” and a kiss to your cheek. You were sure he’d caught onto what you wanted because you caught him smirking at least once. He was onto you and that made it all that much harder.

And so, you were pouting around the kitchen of the dorm, sitting on a chair and watching as Seungmin prepared tea. You’d tried surprising him with a hug when you got there and sweetly telling him how much you loved him right in front of Felix and Jeongin and all you got was an “I love you, too. Do you want tea?”

So you gave up, chin in your hand as you watched him, wondering what made him so immune to you and everything you did.

“Aww,” he chimed as he turned to look at you, soft smile on his face. “What's got you so blue, sweetheart?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled as Jeongin entered the kitchen, Minho in tow as they looked for snacks. You knew if you admitted it you would truly never manage to fluster him. At least for the moment he couldn’t be completely sure.

“You look down,” He was grinning at you.

“Just tired,” you answered decisively, knowing his little game.

“You sure nothing’s bothering you, sweetheart?”

“Not a thing, honey bear,” you replied, taking a sip of your tea.

You hadn’t planned the words, they rolled off your tongue easily and you simply let them go. You rarely called Seungmin anything other than Minnie out of habit now so maybe it was simply how sudden it was but Seungmin quickly met you with a look of surprise, eyes wide.

“O-Okay,” he tripped over his own words, quickly sipping on his tea as a rosy hue spread its way up his cheeks.

“Honey bear?” You heard Jeongin snort quietly to Minho.

“Oh,” you grinned, sitting up taller and relishing the way the tips of his ears had gone red. “I didn’t know you liked that pet name, honey bear.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled quietly, looking down into his tea mug and trying to hide his smile.

“My cutie pie!” You cooed, reaching across to pinch his cheek. “Who knew my love muffin liked cutesy pet names?!”

“Stop,” he giggled, finally pulling his hood up and hiding his face behind his sweater paws as Jeongin and Minho retreated with their snacks back into the hall, snickering the whole way.

“You’re such a cutie, Minnie. If I knew you liked that I would have started saying them ages ago!”

“I don’t,” he said, peeking at you. “They’re awful and cringy. U-Unless they’re coming from you.”

It was your turn to fluster as you felt heat rush up to your face, looking back at him a little stunned for a moment before giggling nervously.

“H-Hey. No fair. Just when I was getting to you for once.”

Seungmin leaned across, having recovered a little, though making sure your hand didn’t land on his chest lest you hear how fast his heart was racing. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Sweetheart, I hope you know just because I don’t show it doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how you affect me.”

#i just #i needed the make this exist #thank god this idea was also short #i should have been in bed 2 hours ago #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #seungmin imagines #kim seungmin imagines

[serenityserene]

Frailty pt.3

Rubbing your legs trying to ease the soreness in them you managed to waltz over to the large wooden orient dresser in the room. Opening it your amazed to find an assortment of clothes. Women's clothes. Shaking your head at the thought of whoever's home this originally was and their fate you take out a slighty baggy white T-shirt then dig for some well...preferably pants. All you could find were short jeans making you sigh while reluctantly slipping into them noting to pull up slowly over your puffed welts on your pelvis. Sukuna had been gone for hours and the constant rumble in your stomach made you realize how hungry you were. Peering down the dark hallway that lead to a living room and kitchen, you cautiously walk down trying to find a fridge or cabinet. It was so quiet that the creeks from the house's age showing left you on edge. You fumble into the kitchen reaching for the door of the fridge when a sudden impulse to stop freezes you. Should I eat something? I mean you were human and needed to but you weren't given permission? Anger begins to swell over you having to even comply to that monster's orders but you've tasted punishment already for "defying" him so to speak then again he never said you could get dressed either. Your hand slowly falls from the handle and you shift to walk back into the bedroom taking off the clothes you found a piece at a time and setting them back into the dresser. How pathetic...you being so afraid of what he'd do to you...for anything usually seen as normal. That pain he gave you...you didn't want to feel it again, you were beginning to think if more of it happened you would truly break and grow hollow. Shaking your head back and forth from the thoughts you decide to just stay put and wait. Sadly If anything, keeping yourself from going hollow you needed to avoid pain. At least until Sukuna just decides one day that pain for you is more entertaining for him. You shudder and crawl onto the bed getting under the covers to hide yourself. Wrapping like a burrito as tightly as you can. Eyes drifting around the side of the room you can see they land on itadori's school uniform thrown into a ball on the floor. The red hood creeping from its navy blue top.

Yuji.

All the two of you ever were was an acquaintance through Gojo. Satoru came to you one night asking if you'd be able to seal Sukuna into a sleep within Yuji while they looked for fingers. That white haired man-child knew you dabbled in that sort of technique as well but you weren't very strong in it making that mission more of a risk if anything. That beautifully drawn smirk of his telling you " It'll be ok...we should at least try, if not for all sorcerers peace of mind...for Yuji". You sigh at how stupid you were letting his charm seduce you into some glimpse of hope for the guy. But apart of you still wanted to try. Closing your eyes you try to go back to that day seguru geto's walking corpse waved that damn prison box trying to fade out with it. Your quick movement went to pursue him but were stopped seeing Yuji suddenly shifted infront of you, his head hung low as markings began to cover him. Blood rippled eyes glanced to you as his hand lifted up making geto throw the box to him. He had the most devious grin looking you up and down.

"Say...you're that pretty little thing with some unique ability aren't you?" Your body tensed finding your footing as you narrowed your glare to him. "Give it to me..." you barked.

"Oh?... This? I'll make you deal...if you can land a single punch I'll be open for negotiations..." he snared chuckling deeply as he toyed tossing the box up and down. Your brows furrowed and a soft grin curled in the corner of your mouth.

"...Fine..."

Centering your cursed energy you moved quickly blinking out of his sight only to shift inches behind him planting a knuckled fist into the right side of his face. As his head rolled to the side his eyes were widened leaving his mouth grinning from ear to ear. He moved to grab you but the very touch burned at his flesh as he stepped back laughing hysterically. " ...Wow!... That's what I'm talking about!" Looking ecstatic towards you he gripped his jaw looking like he got off on your hit before he looked at his hand that tried to touch you, the flesh was dissolving. Chuckling softer he healed it instantly and focused his attention back towards you. He smirked lifting both arms " ...very well...I always keep my word..."

Breath hastened you spit out "...release him...now!" That hit drained you. You centered all of your cursed energy into that hit and it was by luck , There wasn't enough energy left for you to do much more but at least he couldn't touch you.

Dropping his arms he's still having that wide grin as he looked you up and down .

"... how about...a pact-" your flutter blinks raising up from laying on the bed staring into space. I-i don't remember...your lower lip falls gently as you sit there trying to put together this pact between the two of you. Why can't I remember? Was that part of it?...my memory? Slamming your head back against the mattress you begin to curse under your breath. " How the fuck am I this stupid?...allowing memory loss in this ridiculously pact to only end up tortured?" Sighing you roll over to your back looking at the ceiling . Raising your arms straight up you see your bruised wrists and it takes you back to the first day under sukuna's control. He had teleported you here with him but shortly dropped you making your knees graze the wooden floor of the hall way hard. Looking back at him he was struggling to keep control of Yuji banging his body into the walls of the hallway holding his head. You scampered up and tried to run but were hit with a dead end into a bedroom that had a bathroom connected . Chest pumping rapidly up and down with each breath you kept looking for an escape when you turned around finding Yuji right behind you.

"Y-Yuji?...is it you..? Please we have to-..."

"...No..." a thunderous sound overwhelmed you as you sank to the floor curling each finger into the ground as if to hold on for dear life. His demonic eyes slowly opened looking down at you as he reached to drag you up by the collar of your top.

" ...The little brat's been put to sleep...and won't be available for some time ..." laughing a dark husk of a laugh he pulls you harder up pushing you down onto the bed. Jumping on top of you he held your wrists up above your head sinking his claws deep to keep them from moving. You begin to flail under him trying to wiggle out from his hold hearing his sinister chuckles inching closer to your face. "Y-Yuji!...p-please ..wake up!...don't let him do this! You can't!" Screaming up at him to release you but all your met with is Sukuna's gaze over you.

" Now where were we?...hm..ah yeah..right around..." His hands slide down resting on top of your blouse gripping it then pulling it off from you tearing the cloth with his nails as he threw the shreds aside of him. "... Here..."Gasping from the quick tearing your hands are fast to fall on his forearms trying to push them off of your chest. You grunt trying hard to push him back but his strength is unaltered. Gripping your throat with one hand he holds you still while his mouth falls to engulf one of your breasts, latching onto it twirling his tongue around your perked nipple making your hips buck wildly as you try to breathe. Violent nibbles dig into it's flesh and you feel your eyes beginning to strain from painful tears starting to slip. "Y-Yuji...p-please.." pleading for his soul to snap out of it you grip the wrist of the arm crushing your throat digging your nails into his skin wishing it would stop.

With a pop from his mouth your ravaged breast bounces from the grip of his teeth and he moves his other hand down to the waistband of your skirt tugging at before deciding to just rip that from you has well. Flinging it over the side of the bed he places a palm over your panties, rubbing the outline of your pussy's fold with his thumb. Curling the side of his lips eyes lock onto the movement of his thumb against you before licking his lips. "...you want me to stop?...just look how wet you're getting...almost fucking drenching my finger through this dainty cloth here..." sliding his thumb and index finger under the moistened piece of cloth he pushes his fingers through your slick walls slowly pumping in and out. Eyes glancing up watching your body being strained at his advance and your obvious distain delights him even further. He curls the rest of his hand under your underwear tearing it from you slowly snickering as he hears your panicked gasp .

Removing his hand from your throat you go into a coughing fit and he takes a moment to pull off the top of the uniform he's wearing. It's red Hoodie attached makes him growl as he tosses it over to the side. Reaching down towards his pants he unbuttons and unzips it letting his aching cock fling up. The girth of it so thick and bulging with veins he moves to pull you by your thighs onto him. You feel yourself being dragged down and begin to struggle against it before getting a sharp pain being pulled up by the side of your head. He's lifting you up against him as you push against his chest while your lower pulsing opening hovers over his cock. " This will only get harder if you fight ....I'm only claiming what's mine " His breathy lust and unwavered grin warning you.

Holding your arms firmed against him trying to ignore his grip of pain pulling at your skull you darken your eyes and look into his while breathing hard.

"...Fuck you..."

Smirking a toothy grin he cracks his neck to the side and slams his pulsating dick into your core hard taking both hands to grip your hips pushing you fully into his length. You shriek in pain with each thrust plunging your walls harder and harder causing your elbows to bend landing you tight against his chest. His thrusts ruthless and harsh with each rip of wall that tried to form an obstacle for his cock to go deeper and deeper within you. Panting in a grunt of continuous pain your body ragdolled up and down in his control keeping his hold on your hips firmly locked onto his base. Pushing you back down he impaled you deeply into the mattress hearing the spring of it scream with each thrust. Your cries got louder making his hunger grow to go faster and deeper. You felt like he was going to rip right through you.

His release was strong and squirted back out from your lower folds and injured pussy as you were panting so hard you thought your heart would burst from your chest. Pulling your face to his he pushed his lips to yours roughly taking your lower lip over and over again between his fangs biting and suckling up all the blood drops leaking out in between more and more forced savage kisses. Your streaked tears and painful twitches ignored as he breaks contact with your mouth, he looks down at you with a sinister smile while his voice lowered .

" All that you are is mine now girl...defy me and I will break you apart just for entertainment...you understand?"

Opening your glued from tears eyes you look at him trembling and wincing from the pain you just endured. Gulping around the large lump in your throat you silently breathe "... Y-yes..."

"Yes what"

"...Y-yes...S-sukuna...I-I understand..." lips raw you watch him shift his gaze to lay next to you as you move slowly onto your side facing away from him.

" Get up...we have an adventure to go on..."

You flinch back to the present seeing Sukuna standing over you. His features showing no emotion as he flings something at you.

" Here...eat and get dressed then we'll go..." he points to the dresser making you internally curse yourself out. Raising up again you nod and comply.

Part 4 below:

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk ryomen #ryomen sukuna #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk sukuna smut

[glitterslag]

space.

Synopsis: Graduation is in sight and chrissy's relationship with jason is breaking down.

Warnings: drugs, language

Author's note: thanks to everyone who's been reading my blurbs! I now have 100+ notes on each one, which might not sound like much but it's made me really happy!!!! This blurb is just a short one, set before eddie and chrissy were eddie and chrissy. Please feel free to chat with me about your headcanons for them and of course, feedback is always very welcome :)

“So, what exactly is going on with you and Jason?” 

Eddie steals a sidelong glance at her as he sits up slightly to ash the joint over the side of the van. 

“What do you mean?”

Eddie laughs humorlessly.

“Come on.” He says, incredulous. “The whole school knows you barely even talk any more.”

Chrissy doesn’t know when she stopped buying pot from Eddie Munson and started smoking it with him, and she definitely doesn’t know when their designated hang out time became most nights of the week. Most recently, on the bonnet of his car, in the woods overlooking the lake, watching the stars.

“He’s got things he needs to focus on.” Chrissy says defensively, snaking her hand over to his side to grab the joint. “And I do, too.”

Eddie would be smoking a spliff if he was on his own, but Chrissy prefers joints. She doesn’t like tobacco-taste. 

“Like studying for finals, right?”  

He’s smiling at her now, only slightly evilly. Chrissy hasn’t caught on to the fact that he’s making fun of her, yet.

“I got a conditional acceptance to S.I.U.” She reminds him. “I need to get a good score in the math retake or I’m screwed.”

“Uh huh.”

“Plus, Jason needs to make sure he gets in on his basketball scholarship, so. Everyone’s counting on him.”

She exhales, deep and a little shaky, smoke mixing with visible breath.

Eddie rolls onto his side.

“Wasn’t it his big game tonight?” He wonders.

“Um, yeah.” 

“And you cheered, correct?” 

He knows she did. She’s in her cheer uniform right now, pom poms and school bag stashed safely under Eddie’s back seat.

“Yeah?” 

“Who won the game?”

She feels a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She’s figured out what he’s doing.

“The tigers.” She concedes.

“The tigers, that’s right.” 

Eddie’s grinning mischievously, teasing her and it makes her whole body feel inexplicably warm. Her stomach is doing flips.

“Well if you know everything, why are you asking me?”

She says it quietly, but she’s laughing now, and he is too. He shrugs, fingers tapping at the car hood.

“I’m just saying, if things were really going well between you and Jason, you would be out celebrating his win. Definitely not hanging out with me getting baked out of your fucking skull.”

He says it in a sing-song tone, snatching the joint right out of her mouth. Her eyes go wide and her cheeks flame.

“Fine.” 

He smiles triumphantly, taking a long pull.

“But we’re not broken up, ‘kay?. Just…” She waves her hands at the inky sky, searching for the right words. “Giving each other a little space.”

Eddie hums pleasantly. 

“Space. I like the sound of that.”

She fights a giggle.

“And why’s that?” 

She already knows the answer. 

Eddie flips over onto his belly, chin resting on his hand so he’s hovering above her. 

“Well, don’t be too shocked, but I never really liked the guy, so uh.” 

She can’t stop herself from grinning, now. Eddie’s talking badly about her boyfriend and she can’t stop grinning. 

“Pluuus…” He’s airy, pretending to be casual but there’s a fluttering in his stomach, too. “It kinda means that I get to see a little more of you, so.” He stabs at her stomach with his fingers while he says it and she laughs, face turning red. “It’s a win win situation.”

He blows smoke into her face and she squeals and pushes him off.

He loves her like this. Open. Laying so close to him in the dark, blushing and laughing at every word he says. He could so easily pull her in closer. Grab her. Kiss her. And sometimes, he could let himself believe that she wants it, too. But he’s always careful not to let the conversation lull for too long.

“So, um. Where does Jason think you are tonight?” He implores. He stubs the spent joint out on the van and throws it, settling back down on his belly, head resting on folded arms.

Chrissy shrugs.

“At home, probably.”

“And I'm guessing your parents think you're with him?” 

“They think I'm at the party, yeah.”

“Okay, next question.”

She rolls her eyes at his interrogation.

“Does Jason know you smoke now?” Eddie wonders. 

“No. No.” She says, tone quickly turning serious. “And you can’t tell him, Eddie. Really. He’d kill me. He really would.”

Eddie half believes her.

“I’m not gonna tell him anything.”

There’s a pause.

“So long as YOU don’t tell anyone I let you smoke my stash for free. It would ruin my rep. Plus, can’t have Rick finding out about that.”

“Why do you?” She wants to know, even though she thinks she already does. Maybe.

“Do what?” 

“Let me smoke for free?” 

Eddie laughs again, picking at peeling paint on the van instead of meeting her eyes.

“What can I say? I’m a charitable guy.”

—----------

“Have you told your mom and dad about S.I.U yet?”

Despite the fact that he just helped polish off a joint, Eddie’s lighting up a cigarette practically the second they get back in the car, one hand on the wheel as he messes with a zippo. Chrissy frowns at him as she rolls the window down.

“I thought you said no more questions.”

“I never said that.”

She sighs. 

“No. And I never told Jason, either.” She says it quickly, anticipating Eddie’s next line of enquiry.

“They’re gonna have to find out sometime.”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.”

It’s quiet as Eddie pulls onto the highway. There aren’t many cars on the roads, but he’s not driving at five times the speed limit for once.

“So, uh. You have a curfew today?” He murmurs, eyes concentrating on rounding the bends in the dark. He jumps slightly when Chrissy gently grabs his wrist, trying to get a look at his watch.

“I have some time.” She says, softly.

“Yeah?”

She nods, swallowing around nothing. The car suddenly feels small. 

“You wanna watch a movie or something?”

It’s probably against his better judgement, but it’s out of his mouth now. Plus, she even said it herself: her and Jason were getting space. 

“A movie?” 

“Yeah.”

He isn’t doing anything wrong. He isn't doing anything-

“I’ll let you pick.”

Fuck. 

Too far, Eddie. He thinks. What are you, in love with her? 

“You can pick.” She forfeits. “If. You study with me afterwards.”

He huffs a laugh, rolling his eyes.

Pretty girls don’t pay for weed.

He knows it. She definitely knows it.

He looks at her out of the corner of his eye, a smile growing slowly on his lips. They round the corner into the trailer park.

He's nodding his head.

“Deal, Cunningham.”

Her smile back is triumphant - no - radiant, and he's fucked.

Absolutely, completely, fucked.

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Hidden Magnets

Push & Pull - Episode 3 Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OFC

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Summary: Frank pulls you closer just to push you away again. Not able to contain your feelings for Frank you finally speak up, only to be met with more rejection. However, when you find yourself needing him the most he finally shows up for you.

Rating: Very much E.18+. MINORS DNI.

Warnings: Alternating POV, age gap (legal), Mentions of alcoholism, drinking, smoking, divorce, trauma, plus size reader, fat shaming, sexual assault, violence, blood, and FINALLY some SMUT. Sensitive folks this is not for you. WC: ~5300

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Hidden Magnets

Frank sat at the window for longer than he’d like to admit, keeping his eyes on the light blue house across the street. He preferred to look at it as an act of protection rather than voyeurism, but he wasn’t sure you’d agree.

It’s been two days since you last spoke, since he almost kissed you, and he couldn’t even find it in himself to text.

You didn’t text either, perhaps shaken by what almost occurred, perhaps burned by the sting of his rejection. He saw it in your eyes, the disappointment, the hurt he caused you. Yet he still watched, convinced that this was for the better, that this was what’s right. He could make out your red sweater as you moved around the house,  a smear of color behind the glass and sheer curtains, like a koi swimming endlessly in an aquarium.

He was still being pulled in your direction, and watching from a safe distance seemed harmless enough.

Come noon you were making little trips outside, carrying some boxes and trash bags. wrapped in your unzipped puffy coat, your face pale and somber. 

When he heard the familiar sound of a car ignition refusing to start, he bit back smile.  An excuse. A perfect reason to see you, no false pretenses. Just as suspected you showed up less than two minutes later.

You were hardly surprised that your dad’s old Honda refused to start, the battery had probably died over the span of the past two weeks. At least you hoped that the little light indication was correct and it was nothing more serious. You didn’t have the money for anything more serious.

You hated to have to do this, but what choice did you have? You set your pride aside in favor of being pragmatic, because of course he'd help. You’d be nice and normal about it and he would come to your rescue, like he always does. 

With a heavy heart you crossed the street towards the humble dark gray one-story. 

Frank opened before you could finish knocking. 

“Hey Han, what’s up? ” He greeted you with a hushed tone. The tiniest bit of stubble showed on his otherwise clean-shaven jaw, he was wearing a gray melange pullover hoodie and cargo pants. You could smell the whiff of fresh laundry, battling the need to nuzzle against his chest. 

“Hi, Frank, um..the car won’t start, I think it’s the battery. Can you maybe take a look?” 

“Sure, come on” He smiled briefly, pulling on his boots and heading out after you.

What followed was a display of masculinity the likes of which you haven’t witnessed before. You were gawking yet again as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing those toned forearms, and popped the hood of the car open, furrowing his brows in concentration. He proceeded to replace the car battery with a spare one from his garage. He checked the oil and the brakes, filled up the windshield wiper fluid, and even got an electric pump to top off the tires. 

There was a self-assuredness about his movements, each one deft and precise.

It was an even more potent aphrodisiac than seeing him shirtless at the pool all those years ago. Each accurately confident action only served to remind you of other things he must know how to do accurately and confidently.  You couldn't help yourself when it came to him, your body reacted on a biological level.

Acutely aware of your gaze, Frank knew your eyes followed him as he moved, he was the one on display now, and a small part of him loved it. 

“I think she’s ready to go” He smiled, softening his stoic features.

“I can’t believe you just did all that, thank you so much, that was impressive!” you gushed as you both walked back into your house. Frank washed his hands of the grime in the kitchen sink. When he turned back, there was that look in your eyes again, filled with gratitude and awe, the one he couldn't get enough of. An overwhelming sense of pride swelled in his chest. He was still useful, still helpful to you. 

“Don’t mention it” He replied, laying both palms on your shoulders, slowly running them down your arms, making heat skittle across your skin. “You know I’d do anything for you Han” his voice was quieter, softer than before, as you drew closer to him, Hidden magnets pulling you towards each other.

“Anything?” you asked softly, keeping your eyes on his hands holding yours, caressing the backs of your palms with his thumbs. Your heart galloped at his proximity. 

“Yeah” he replied, exhaling sharply.

His palm came up to your face, thumb gently tracing the seam of your lips, reminding himself of what he was not supposed to taste.

“So goddamn beautiful and sweet, what am I gonna do with you…” He rasped. 

“Frank…” you pleaded. For him to kiss you, to do something, anything. To ease the agonizing ache in your chest that grew more unbearable with each time he was near.

He shook his head silently. Anything but this, anything but what you both wanted. 

He didn’t know why he was doing this to you, to himself. Maybe he felt like he deserved this self-inflicted punishment. Like a masochist pushing himself to the breaking point.

"You can…have me" you finally spoke, just barely, heart slamming in your chest at the words you thought you'd never say in his presence.

Frank sighed heavily. This was exactly what he was afraid of.

"Hannah, baby, you don't want this.." he replied, regret painted heavily on his face.

"You'd be surprised" your voice was tinted with annoyance. "I'm not a child Frank, haven't been for quite some time" 

"But you deserve someone your age. We're not even supposed to be talking about this" 

"Yet you keep almost kissing me. Maybe you should do it, get it over with." You cocked up a brow in defiance.

Frank chuckled, then turned serious. "I'm scared that if I start I’m not gonna be able to stop" 

You shuddered at his words. The thought of him actually reciprocating your feelings, and admitting it, seemed so far-fetched. 

"Well I might be a terrible kisser" you smirked, stepping closer to him, faking confidence to the best of your abilities. 

"I wish I could believe that" He clenched his jaw, eyes darting to your palm lying on his chest.

“Only one way to find out” You teased, glancing up at him.

“m’sorry” He stepped away, dropping his hands.

“Coward” you muttered under your breath, hoping he’d hear it. Anger flooded you, he was doing it again, pulling you towards him just to push you away. As if he had no idea how badly it fucking hurt. 

“Careful now babygirl, you don’t know what you're asking for” 

He issued a grave warning, shutting the door behind him, not giving you a chance to respond.

*******

17:45 Hannah I’m sorry

17:46 Frank Me too

17:48 Hannah Are you mad at me?

17:51 Frank No Han. Not at you

17:52 Hannah Who then?

17:53 FrankI gotta go 

17:54 Hannah OK

The exchange you had replayed repeatedly in your mind, making you feel increasingly pathetic. You practically begged for him to take you, made it abundantly clear you wanted him, and he still said no. Out of honor or dignity or god knows what abstract concept. It wasn't because he didn't want you, but you could see him trying to convince himself he didn't. That stupid fucking age excuse. You wished he’d just tell you the truth.  When the tears finally came you allowed them to wash over you. It felt foolish to cry over this, frivolous and vain in comparison to your father’s death, but it stung just the same. 

********

You bumped into Rebecca Levine on your maiden voyage with your dad’s Honda, deciding to go into the nearest Starbucks would be tempting enough to make yourself drive it. 

“Hannah! Omg! Hi!” She greeted you warmly, setting her cup on the counter so she could hug you.

“Hey Beck! Good to see you” you were genuinely happy to meet her. 

You’d see her every time you came to visit, and the two of you quickly struck up a friendship.

“I heard about Saul, I’m so sorry.” she grimaced, pulling her eyebrows together.

“Yeah, thanks, it’s ok. I’m just clearing out the house now” you mirrored her expression.

“I just got into town for the holidays actually, Do you maybe wanna go out? Catch up a little.” 

“You know what? Sure, I need to get out of that house” You agreed happily. Finally you had something to look forward to.

That night you stood in front of the mirror, applying your lipstick and pushing your breasts together in your top. You tossed your hair from side to side, mindlessly asking yourself if Frank would find you pretty like this. 

Doesn't fucking matter. Does it? 

Anger began to bubble inside of you at the thought of him. He made his choice and it was probably for the best. Whatever was pushing him away repeatedly must be a good enough reason. 

You wished you knew, maybe it would help you stay away from him out of your own volition. 

*******

The place was packed. Being one of three bars in a 20 mile radius it enjoyed quite a crowd, on Fridays in particular. The air was heavy with the smell of beer and smoke and you took your jacket off as soon as you were escorted to your table by the hostess.

After a brief conversation Rebecca ran into some more friends, leaving you to nurse your second drink alone while she entertained them. She did introduce you but the conversation went over your head, the music being too loud for you to follow.

Frank's image refused to leave you, as you touched your own lips, tracing the ghost of his fingers. 

By drink number three you pulled out your phone, opening your text chain with Frank. What an infuriating asshole. You riled yourself up, which was much easier in your drunken state.

What a fucking mess. He thinks he knows better than me, that he can make decisions for me… cant fucking decide for himself. He keeps torturing me, probably likes it too. Probably enjoys the desperate look in the fat girl’s eyes. Acting all fucking high and mightly and righteous. Fuck him. 

23:03 Hannah I thought about it again. I dont think I am sorry. I think YOU should be sorry. I think you enjoy torturing me. 

23:06 Frank Are you ok?? Where are you? 

23:06 Hannah Im great. Went out to find someone more age appropriate.

23:06 Frank Thats not funny. Are you drunk? 

23:08 Hannah Why do you do it? Why do you try to kiss me and then act like its all my idea?? Do you know how bad it fucking hurts??

23:08 Frank Where are you?? 

23:09 Frank Hannah??

23:09 Frank ??

23:11 Frank Han im sorry. Where are you??

Frank’s heart sank, guilt flooded him and settled low in his gut. He was making you collateral damage. Each time he was drawn closer to you and pulled away, each time he denied himself, he also denied you, rejected you, inflicted the same pain on you. 

And now you were drunk, god knows where, and with god knows whom. 

He opened his phone to text you again when he saw the instagram logo. Might help.

He scrolled past a few images and then he saw it.  Your delicate hand, nails manicured in black, holding a cocktail glass. The red logo on the napkin gave away your location. 

You returned your phone to your clutch bag and threw the rest of your cocktail back, the sweet tang of it causing bile to rise in your stomach. Need water, or tomorrow's gonna hurt like a bitch. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much, suddenly finding it increasingly hard to walk as you got up and made your way towards the bathroom, wobbling on two left feet and leaning on whatever your hands could find. 

“Hey! What the fuck dude!” The sharp voice was familiar, and you realized you were grabbing a man's shoulder.

“Sorry..sorry” you mumbled as he turned, making the color drain from your face.

Caleb. 

Even in a hundred years you’d remember the face of the person who turned your high school years into hell.  You dared to reject him once, and he made it his life's mission to make you regret it. 

“Would you look at that…heavy Hannah?” He smiled, without a trace of sincerity. "Should have known you'd come looking for me"

You blinked at him, dumbfounded, silenced. You were reminded of how powerless he always made you feel, of that awful nickname that caught on. 

“Aren’t you gonna apologize?” He continued, voice dripping with venom.

“Already did. Leave me alone.” 

“Hey!! Hey!! Come back here Friedman! Let's catch up!” He shouted at you as you desperately attempted to get away, pushing people to the side and squeezing in between them, clawing your way out.

Your eyes caught the back exit sign and you darted towards the glowing light as fast as you could, adrenaline pushing out the alcohol in your veins. It all felt like a nightmare, the ones in which you tried to breathe, but your lungs wouldn't fill with air, tried to run but your legs were stuck in quicksand.  You turned your head back, and for a moment you seemed to have lost him, as you quickly slipped out, closing the door behind you.

Your lungs burned, waves of cold sweat washed over you. You shivered from the cold, realizing your jacket was left behind, attempting to think of a plan that will allow you to slip back inside, grab it, and make a run for it as fast as possible. It was clear to you that Caleb wouldn’t leave you alone. The asshole could never resist the temptation of torturing you. Fucking sadist.

You leaned against the wall, drawing deep breaths of cold air. The sudden noise of the door opening drew your attention but it was already too late as he tightly grabbed your wrist.

You were in no shape to fight or defend yourself against him, but you knew you’d have to try.

“Gocha… lucky you can't run fast, can you?”

“Caleb please leave me alone” you insisted, trying to pull your hand, knowing it's hopeless, you were an easy target and he was nothing if not lazy.

“I’d say you seem a little cold, even with the extra padding” 

“Your fat jokes are super funny. Now go away please”

“Maybe I could warm you up, huh?” 

“It’s still a nope from me, now fuck off” You desperately tried to make your voice more intimidating and determined.

“You're being rude, you should be thanking me, you're lucky I even wanna touch you, most guys probably don't. But I'm feeling generous"

“you're being a creep, do not touch me.” You attempted to pull your hand out of his steely grip

Fear flooded your veins as he loomed closer, constricting your airways and making it harder for you to think and breathe.

He crowded your space, shoving his face into yours. His other palm grabbed your cheeks tightly, squeezing painfully.   “Come on baby, give me a little kiss, that would be a good enough apology for me” 

You could smell his foul breath as he slotted his mouth against yours, shoving his tongue deep into your throat, making your teeth clash.

Your body finally responded, you bit into his tongue and pushed him back as hard as you could, causing him to stumble backwards, finally letting go of your wrist. “Get the fuck off me!!” you shouted, hoping someone could hear you.

Anyone. 

“Fucking bitch!” he spat, blood drizzling from his mouth.

His palm moved fast, the sharp sting flooding the right side of your face, burning your skin. 

Your ear rang so loudly you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps approaching.

“You heard her” the grave voice was filled with more rage than you’ve ever heard.

Frank was an unstoppable force moving towards Caleb at maximum speed, crashing into him, sending him flying against the wall. His arm restraining Caleb in place.

“Fuck off man, let go of me” Caleb whimpered, his voice small and pathetic.

“I’ll let go when you apologize” Frank growled, not moving a muscle.

"So..s...sorry” Caleb squirmed

“Not good enough, fuckface. Try again” 

“I’m sorry Hannah” His voice strained against Frank’s arm pinning him by the throat.

“Atta boy. Now say thank you” 

“Thank you?” Caleb’s features twisted with a question mark.

“Say ‘Thank you for breaking my nose, sir’ ” 

“What?? Whah…what’s that supposed to mean?? why?” Caleb’s eyes filled with terror

“Cause you hit her, and I have decided to spare all other bones in your body” Frank's tone was flat, low and thick like gravel.

“Come on, let’s hear you” His steely eyes pierced through Caleb, cold and unforgiving.

"No man..your'e crazy" Caleb tried to protest

"You have no fucking clue" Frank replied, eerily calm. There was a pause that stretched between the two men, but Frank's eyes remained on Caleb, unflinching.

“Th…thank you..for..” his voice finally shook

The sickening crack sound was followed by a howl of pain. Caleb dropped to the ground, trembling, grabbing his bleeding nose with both hands.

“Come on, let’s go” Frank wrapped his arm over your shoulder, leading you towards his truck.

“You’rer shaking, take my jacket” He removed it, wrapping it around you. The residual heat from his body was so incredibly comforting.

You nodded without saying a word, keeping your eyes down.  You felt yourself sinking deeper into shame, and he didn't have to say anything, you disciplined yourself sternly enough.  Youv'e never felt more like a scalded child in your life. Helpless and irresponsible. Having the grown up clean your mess for you.

So fucking embarrassing. So messy. Drunk texting him, having him save you from the big bad creep. Pathetic.

“Whatever you’re saying to yourself now, stop it” Frank’s deep voice cut your train of thought. 

His heavy hand came to rest on your thigh, the warmth of it seeping through your jeans. 

“I’m sorry…” Your voice shook, tears began to pool in your eyes, the combined weight of every way you have embarrassed yourself was too heavy for you to carry. 

“Nothing you should be sorry about Han, It’s not your fault, none of it.” 

He kept driving in silence , his palm never leaving your leg, seeking constant physical validation that you are in fact ok and within his reach.

When Frank parked the truck the sudden absence of his touch left a cold void, making goosebumps run across your skin. You weren’t sure what you needed more; to crumble and cry yourself to sleep under your blankets or to cling to Frank's body heat and wrap around him like a cold blooded reptile, seeking warmth and comfort. 

“Thanks Frank, I’m sorry for this. I’ll go home now” You muttered, deciding that you have inconvenienced him enough.

“Do you wanna come in?” He asked softly, grabbing your hand.

“Okay” you replied, not finding it in yourself to resist the invitation.

Frank’s home was always minimalist to the point of being spartan. Nothing more than the bare essentials. Always spotless though you couldn’t imagine him cleaning. It fit him perfectly, being surrounded only by things that had a function, a purpose. 

You plopped on the couch with a heavy sigh, still wrapped in his jacket, shivering from the cold.

“Here, drink.” He handed you a glass of water, which you gulped quickly.

“How many did you have?” he asked 

“Three, pretty strong ones.” 

Frank took the empty glass from your hand, refilling it again, and sat himself next to you on the couch.

Your breath was heavy in the silence of the room, when tears began flooding your eyes again and you sniffled. You could sense him looking at you, disappointed no doubt, at the crushing way you managed to embarrass yourself. Your skin itched with the need to hide but your body refused to move. 

“C’mere” He grunted, scooting closer to you. 

A sign of relief left your lungs as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“Seems like all I do is cry on you, I should really stop that” you murmured.

“S’ok Han, You know it's alright with me” He replied, voice muffled by the hug.

His palms ran down your back, sliding beneath the jacket, fingers brushing gently on the sliver of skin at the base of your spine, above your jeans. You fought your need to straddle his hips and press yourself fully against him, acutely aware of the warmth of his fingers on your bare skin.  His face nuzzled into your neck, breathing the scent of your hair, pressing himself against you. For a moment it seemed that he was the one begging for your warmth. 

Frank wished he could tell you. How sorry he was, how badly he wanted to kiss you, how his hands fucking burned with the need to touch you. He knew had no right to you, no right to claim you for himself, it didn’t stop him from wanting to.

Slowly your body went soft and limp in his arms as you began to doze off. He laid you gently on the pillow, covering you with the throw blanket. 

He brushed the hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear, swiping a finger along your earlobe. He wished he could kiss it, draw the velvety skin between his lips and tug gently with his teeth. You'd shudder, goosebumps would run along your side as you'd press closer to him. God, he wished he could. 

The sound of the shower being turned on made you stir awake. You blinked once, twice, before connecting the dots in your mind. 

Your body ached, throat was dry, and limbs were heavy, but a voice in your head spoke loud and clear. Get up.

You obeyed.

You took off Frank's jacket, then your top, your jeans, socks, bra, and panties. The neatly folded pile of clothes was left on the couch as you walked towards the shower.

Steam filled the small room, the spray of water hiding your presence. Your heart slammed in your chest, so violently you could hear it, but a stronger force possessed you now.

You watched him for a moment, standing under the hot stream, eyes closed, he ran his palms on his face, combing his hair back with his fingers. You swallowed the lump in your throat, pushing yourself onward.

Frank’s eyes flickered open, he felt like he was being watched, and it took him a second to realize what exactly he was seeing through the steam. The sight of your naked form made his breath hitch, unsure of what you'll do next.  He barely flinched when you opened the shower door and stepped in silently, your eyes finally connecting.

He was cornered, you left him no choice but to face this head on. 

Brave girl.

You lifted your hands to caress his face, in a silent plea, but he grabbed your wrists. A final pathetic attempt to stop you. He felt weak, desperately holding on to his reserve by the thinnest thread. 

He looked at you with an expression you could not decipher. His dark eyes wide open, jaw clenched, nostrils flared. He seemed angry but he did not speak, did not move. The deafening silence rang in your ears, and you felt yourself breaking under his stare. 

He released your arms slowly, as you gently cupped his face in your palms. He leaned into your touch ever so slightly, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows, wearing a pained expression. The tension inside you boiled, begging to be released, clawing under your skin and rising like bile in your chest. You were ready to confess it all, every last agonizing thought, every dirty fantasy. 

You came closer, tilting your head and ever so gently pressing your lips against Frank's. His muscles tightened under your touch and your heart began to sink, as he did not move. 

This is a mistake, stop it now. His brain screamed, but all he could feel was the touch of your hands, the softness of your mouth on his. It was a balm on his nerves, forcing him into submission in the gentlest of ways. 

He drew a deep breath, allowing himself to finally surrender to you. His arms wrapped around your plush body, fingers digging into your wet skin, pulling you in, reciprocating your miserable kiss. 

You whimpered as the tension rolled over you in waves. He deepened the kiss, his tongue asking permission to taste you. He licked into your mouth, with infinite softness, nothing like the bruising kisses you imagined, he was tender and sweet and patient. His fingers rested on your cheek, guiding your mouth onto his, tracing your lips between kisses. 

He leaned you against the shower wall, pressing his body into yours, and you melted with delight, clinging closer to him, as your touch starved skin finally found relief. His patience spoke of a need to hold back, to protect you from himself, but you wanted to be consumed by him, devoured until there was nothing left. 

Your naked bodies slotted against each other yet you kissed as though you were still clothed, hands gently skimming along the sides, caressing the neck and arms. Exploring carefully into new territory, hiding desperate urgency.

Frank's mouth trailed slow kisses from your jaw, down your neck, until he realized there was no fabric separating you. Hesitantly and carefully his palm cupped your bare breast, his thumb circled the areola until he took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue and causing the sensitive bud to pebble. He muttered a soft “fuck” before moving to your other breast, cupping them both and feeling the weight of them in his hands. “So goddamn pretty” he whispered and kissed his way back to your mouth. 

You allowed your fingers to trail down his torso, skimming the firmness of the body you used to conjure in your mind for years. He felt so big, so real, his imaginary form turning solid. Your lips pressed against the column of his neck, licking greedily at the junction of his jaw and up to his ear, grazing with your teeth just barely, just like you desperately wanted to, a thousand times. 

The weight of his heavy cock on pressed into your hip, and as you rutted against it the friction made him groan, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, grinding himself against you. His thigh slotted between your legs, causing your breath to quicken. You were reminded of all the times you thought about rocking yourself on his thigh until you came.

You dragged your core on him, wet heat emanating from you, each moan you made swallowed by his hungry mouth. “That’s right, rub yourself on me baby” His voice was pure sin, and the words made you clench around nothing. He didn’t even have to touch you, he could talk your pussy into cumming if he damn well pleased.

His grip grew tighter and greedier as his fingers spread across your ass, grinding you against himself harder, each slippery drag of your soaked cunt punctuated by a breathy moan.  The heat rose steady in your belly, spurring you on, pulling you closer towards your release. Your hands rested on his chest, bracing yourself for impact. 

Opposing needs pulled Frank in both directions.The need to protect you, be gentle and careful and reverent. But also the need to ruin you, to watch you come undone, take more than you could give and give more than you could handle, until you were a quivering mess in his arms.

He broke from the kiss to look at you, transfixed with the way your face contorted in pleasure. If he was doing this, surrendering to this, he wanted to see you. The way your chest rose and fell, your brows pulled with concentration, your parted lips emanated those pretty sounds. He wanted to see what he was doing to you. His eyes flicked downwards, to where your slick folds rubbed against him, where his cock was pressed into your soft flesh. 

“Look at me Hannah” he asked, and your eyes fluttered open, heart galloping at the sound of your own name. 

“Shhh..look at me, s’ok baby, your’e so fucking pretty like this” his thumb ran along your bottom lip and slid gently into your mouth, you began sucking greedily, running your velvety tongue on the pad of his finger. He pumped his finger in and out, mesmerized by the way your plush lips wrapped around the thick digit. 

“Are you gonna cum baby? Hm?” He continued, as you quickened your movements, whimpering around his finger, dragging your drenched core on his thigh again and again, searching for more. "Cum for me honey, make a mess on me" he rasped,  brown eyes almost black with lust.  The pressure in your belly tightened, arousal stirring deep within you, rising higher and higher. A series of strangled moans tore from your throat as your thighs pressed around his tightly. Your blood flooded with bliss, bubbling to the tips of your toes in wave after wave of pleasure. 

You searched for his lips once more, tasting him deeper, pushing your tongue into the cavern of his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip. He surrendered willingly as you purred against his lips.

He let you come down from your high before switching off the water. Your eyes flickered open lazily, still drunk with pleasure.

"Come on, let's dry you off" his voice sounded softer than you've ever heard it.

The post orgasm haze faded into a fragile sense of careful hesitancy.  He wrapped a large towel around you, taking your hand and leading you towards his bedroom. 

“I can take the couch” He said with a tint of apology to his voice, as he sat beside you on the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes flicked to his, looking for disappointment or anger, but you found none.

“Don’t go, please.” you pleaded, reaching for his hand.

You were scared that if you’d let him leave the room the moment would pass, the magic would fade. Afraid that he’d be back to being his strong stoic self, preoccupied with what’s right and proper and dignified.

You scooted closer to him as he ducked his head, kissing your bare shoulder, earning himself an immediate satisfied hum that spurred him to trail kisses all the way up your neck and jaw until reaching your lips. 

"Lay back baby" he rasped, leaning you on the pillows. 

Exhaustion settled in your bones, laying heavy on your lids as they fluttered shut. His coarse palm caressed you gently, lulling you to sleep in moments.

Frank thought he’d be angry at what you did, but he felt lucky, undeserving of your trust and affections. If he was a better man he would have been able to stay away from you altogether. But he wasn’t. And now he probably deserved this, to have a taste of you before he had to deny himself again. After what he knew he put you through he was willing to pay that price. 

*******

You stirred awake suddenly, being pulled from a dream that did not make sense into a brightly lit room. Your neatly folded pile of clothes laid on the pillow next to you. 

It took you a moment to register Frank's presence, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to you, he turned his head a moment later. 

"Mornin' Han" his voice was grave, expression somber. 

"Get dressed, we gotta talk." 

Fin. 

#frank castle #frank castle x female reader #frank castle angst #jon bernthal #jewish representation #jewish reader #x plus size reader #original character

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Name: Conor Kiernan Species: Faun Occupation: Florist at Inflorescence Age: 70 Years Old (Looks about 32) Played By: Amélie Face Claim: Jeremy Allen White

"Get the fuck out with your sense of community. We are not the fucking same."

TW: Parental death (mentions)

Born in 1953, Conor grew up in South Boston, Massachusetts, or Southie, as he would most likely call it. His whole family was anchored deeply in their Irish heritage and as a result so was he, despite having never once set foot there. “His whole family” might not have been the right way to put it. This would be, however, again, how Conor would call it. By doing so, he chose to completely forget about his paternal roots, but the odds were that you would never hear Conor talk or even mention his father. He was the one responsible for all that went wrong in his life. He was the one responsible for his condition, he was the one who knocked up his mom, the one who disappeared and the one who was appreciated by everyone despite being a piece of shit, a coward and a fucking prick. That fucking son of a bitch.

An absent father was never fun, but the joke was not hi-fucking-larious with a cherry on top just fucking yet, was it?

Conor saw his friends grow hair and grow tall. He too grew a bit taller, and he sure grew hair, all over his legs, his goat-like, hooves included, legs, with a ridiculous tail, stupid ears and a pair of horns to complete the freakshow look.

For some reason, Conor found that he could hide it, or at least, that people didn't seem to see all of that. Yet, things changed for him. People who usually ignored him (he wasn't mad about it) started to think of him as someone charming, and it all started to look a bit too much like the sort of attitude people adopted regarding his dad.

At around that time, in the middle of teenage-hood, Conor's father made his return.

Conor knew that he could not expect much, but he still felt compelled to listen to his father, if only to get an explanation, a cure, anything.

August 1968 was the first and last time he saw the bloody bastard. It appeared they were alike (hu-fucking-rray !) : a subspecies of fae called fauns who enjoyed dancing ( hell no) and a good amount of over-indulgence from others. To put it simply: his life would be an exciting one, full of parties and cheerful folks, or it would simply not be.

Stubborn as he was, he tried to beat nature more than once, first with a dull job, which made him feel completely miserable, then, with an hermit life that while it wasn't the worst, resulted in Conor nearly starving himself to death. It was around then he first overfed on a human, but that would not be the last time. Of course, none of that made him feel like a person, like himself.

Although he wanted nothing to do with his father, and he is still closed off to fae, Conor wants to put his shit together and well, the place where all these stories seem to come from is as good as any other place to start, right?

Character Facts:

Personality: Imaginative, reserved, insecure, unfocused, thoughtful, compassionate, exacting, rude

Over the years, Conor has collected more names than he could possibly count, all because of a bad habit of asking Can I have your name anytime someone wants to order flowers. He doesn’t know about promises either.

He has no idea of how his abilities work, and fails at being a faun, down to being jovial. His father explained the broadlines, and a few folks may have died thanks to his inability to properly understand his feeding process.

A red cat has made the shop their home and Conor is quite happy with the company. He started growing a patch of grass for his fluffy friend, and the cat follows him upstairs to his flat when the flower shop closes.

He started playing the violin when he was 5 years old and has kept on learning ever since. You can hear him play in his bedroom from the sidewalk and feel an urge to start dancing.

Though he prefers to focus on flowers and plants, Conor’s skills with nature extend to his garden, at the back of the shop, which stands out for the clear absence of a mowed lawn. You’ll find a large amount of insects here, thriving in his attempt at reproducing some biodiversity.

#parental death tw #retired

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The mechinations of Damien Darhk after he'd learned of the Flash's allies had turned one Cisco Ramon into a deeply changed individual with a quickly gained mastery of his powers thanks to the intense training Darhk had placed him under. Under the long lived man's tutelage, Cisco had learned he could see more then just what was going on in their time line and in others, that he could also create shock waves that could shatter concrete and steel. Team Arrow, Team Flash, and the Legends of Tomorrow all had varying difficulties with the changed Cisco and not even Constantine had been able to free the young man from Darhk's considerable power. Under Darhk, Cisco or Vibe as he liked to be called now designed himself a suit that included a set of gauntlets that could amplify his powers which had been another factor in the three teams having issues in taking him down.

Vibe's outfit consisted of a sleeveless jacket, black boots, black bulletproof leather pants with red lines on them, the top consisting of a top with gold color armored short sleeves with the lower half of the top being red while the rest looked gray with some gold at the top arouund the chest area with a hood to go along with it. Like the pants, the top, jacket, and hood were armored too in order to protect against bullets. He also wore a set of red and gold shades similar to the ones he wore during the time he and the others were trying to see into the timeline he kept dreaming of where Eobard Thawne had killed him. The glasses also served as a way to protect against anything that could potentially blind him along with protecting his identity since a small part of Cisco that wasn't affected by Darhk's power on him didn't want his family to see him the way he was and potentially get hurt.

Cisco had also cut his hair too since Darhk preferred those working for him to have short hair in order to look more presentable. Both the unaffected portion of Cisco and the twisted version thought the whole thing was stupid but it was done since he didn't want to experience the repercussions if he didn't do as requested. Things would come to a head between Darhk and the three teams one day when he decided to challenge them and Vibe was a part of the attack that was meant to try and wipe out the entire group in one fell swoop. Teams Arrow, Flash, Constantine, the Rogues, and the Legends of Tomorrow were joined by the League of Assassins now thankfully led by Nyssa after she had finally managed to take Malcolm's head as a combined unit to fight against Darhk. Vixen and a restored Jay Garrick were also part of the team of protectors as well.

Once words had been exchanged between the Green Arrow and Damien Darhk, the fight soon began afterwards and it was all basically mass chaos soon after. Barry and Jay were fighting as best as they could against the highly determined and evil Zoom while Oliver and Nyssa fought against Darhk as their allies fought valliantly against their attackers. Vibe was in his own fight against the Pied Piper and their sonic vibrations were leaving holes and anyone unfortunate enough to be near them a bit on the deaf side of things too. Hartley could hardly believe that Francisco had gone as dark as he had and it didn't feel right to him at all whatsoever as in his mind, Francisco was meant to be the good guy he fought against due to his allegiance with the Rogues and as an overall bad guy.

"Its hard to see you like this Cisco!" Called out Hartley as he dodged another sonic blast from his opponent.

"That name has no meaning to me as only Vibe exists." The former good guy replied tonelessly as he fired off another sonic blast in Hartley's direction.

The green clad Rogue barely managed to avoid the blast and threw one back at Cisco who merely deflected it with his own sonic blast. "I'm terribly sorry to tell you this little Cisco, oh… Wait… I'm not sorry at all actually. But I think you are quite wrong!" He charged at the manipulated engineer and threw a surprise sonic attack at him that sent Cisco flying to the ground with a groan.

Hartley walked up to the downed engineer and stood over him with a satisfied smile on his face. "You've no idea how long I've waited for a moment like this. Hopefully however that it benefitted you by knocking some sense back into that little head of yours."

A surprise blast sent him flying a good distance away until he landed with a loud groan as hitting the cement hurt like a bitch! This in turn allowed Vibe to stand over him with his gauntlets aimed right at him. "May you enjoy whatever passes for an afterlife for you."

Try as he might but Hartley could barely move to defend himself as the man he hardly knew anymore powered up his gauntlets for a massive blast against him when all of a sudden they were covered in gold! Which made the enspelled Vibe frown in annoyance while Hartley breathed a sigh of relief at the last second save. Vibe looked to where the unwanted interference came from and saw one Lisa 'Golden Glider' Snart looking right at him with a saddened expression on her face as her Gold Gun rested on her shoulder. "Oh Cisco, it pains me to see you like this." And it really did since one of the most appealing things about the man was the sense of goodness about him.

"Your pain is none of my concern Golden Glider."

The part within him that had yet to be taken under Darhk's influenced hoped that nothing horrible would happen to Lisa and would have much rather preferred her to just get the Hell out of there! "The Cisco I knew would have said something in that cute and adorable way of his about how it would be a concern and I think that Cisco is still inside you no matter what that blonde jackass has done to you!"

Ohh how she wished she could trap that asshole in Gold for what he'd done to her Cisco! "As I told the fool on the ground next to us, that man is dead and all that is left is Vibe, Chosen of Damien Darhk." If the lovely Snart was honest with herself and she was, she was really, really beginning to hate the tonelessness in her man's voice when joy and compassion should be all in it!

She refused to believe the man she came to like, care about, and possibly even love was gone as he was one of the very few positive things in her life. Lisa wanted nothing to do with the lifeless and evil version of the Cisco Ramon before her and she would do whatever she could to get him back to his true self. "Let me look into your eyes then since they claim that the eyes are the windows to the soul. And I'll prove that you are more than just a tool for someone else."

It was a long shot and she knew it but it was about the only real good idea she had to try and get him back to his true self. And if it failed and she somehow lived through all this? Well… She'd just leave Central City and never return again or find love with another as this whole thing was making her realize that Cisco Ramon was it for her despite the fact they were on opposite sides in two different ways ironically enough. An irony the Snart sister hated quite a bit!

She watched as Cisco used his abilities to free himself of the Gold Gun's affects and Lisa couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about what he would do next. What he did next however really surprised her as he removed the glasses and she could see into those eyes of his that she had often found herself thinking about, amongst other things when it came to him. "You may look into my eyes but I tell you now that you will find NOTHING that you hope to see."

And he was damn sure of that! And if she did… Well... He'd just have to have his master do something about it as it could be an issue later on. Lisa stepped up to him as Hartley watched on and found himself hoping this wouldn't end with the girl's death. Staring intently into his eyes, she saw a glimmer of the engineer she had come to know and like and it gave her hope that she could get him back. Stepping back from him, the Snart sister gave him a smile that made Vibe a little confused as she should definitely not be smiling! "Why are you smiling when there's nothing to smile about?"

"Because baby, the Cisco I know is still there inside of you just waiting to be freed!"

Hartley wondered if the girl was just seeing things since she obviously had the hots for the guy. Course, considering her lot in life he supposed he couldn't blame her for her obvious lack of taste in men. Vibe growled in annoyance at the woman's words. "I pity you for the delusion you place yourself under! As mentioned before and for the last time, Cisco Ramon is dead!" He watched as the foolish woman shook her head in denial and told him how wrong he was.

"I can see it in your eyes baby, the man I know is still there and he wants out!"

A charge of his gauntlets was his answer but she made no move to back off and if anything, she appeared to be more determined then previously. Very well, if she's willing to die for foolish beliefs then who am I to deny her the death she wishes?

Looking at the powering gauntlets with an expression that combined determination and sadness, she dropped her gun to the ground with a loud clatter as she looked into his eyes one last time. "If that's the way its going to be Cisco… Then do it. Shoot me Cisco!" Screamed out the girl as she tried to fight off any tears.

Extending his hands forward as Hartley tried to get up to stop a senseless murder that would send little Cisco deeper into the dark hole he'd been dragged into, he watched as the so called Vibe seemed to hesitate. And it made the man wonder if that bit of him the girl seemed to think was still there was actually true. Lisa noticed the hesitation as well. "Well!? What are you waiting for!? Do it! Show me the heartless bastard you've been turned into! SHOOT ME!"

It was probably fortunate that her brother wasn't nearby or even able to hear her scream over all the fighting as he would have charged right in and likely ended Cisco for good despite the deal with Barry. "Get… Get out of here Snart!" Ordered Hartley as he tried once more to get up but the girl refused to listen.

Vibe tried once more to send out the kill shot but his body refused to do as he wanted much to his growing ire. On the inside that bit of Cisco that was still good was fighting against the darkness the hardest he'd done yet and was gaining ground! Vibe growled as he tried another attempt until he was brought to his knees while Lisa and Hartley as he finally managed to get up while still in pain watched on in confusion and hope. "Augh! What's going on!?" Roared out Vibe angrily as the real Cisco valiantly fought on from the inside.

And it wasn't long before the two witnessed the strange sight of a black essence coming out of his body and mouth with a yell before dissipating completely. The restored Cisco went down to his hands and knees afterwards while breathing heavily and Lisa was quick to kneel down next to him in concern. "Cisco? You okay baby?"

Her man could only look up and stare at her in shock and amazement over how far she'd been willing to go in her belief of him. "You… You never gave up on me." He told her in amazed wonder.

Lisa smiled at him and the engineer could swear he felt his heart tighten in a good way at the sight of that smile. "No, I never did babe!"

She was surprised when he suddenly hugged her tightly while Hartley watched on and Damien Darhk could also be heard yelling for a retreat while also lacking half an arm but the two paid no attention to what all was going on around them as they were only concerned with one another. Lisa quickly got past her surprise of the action and hugged him back just as tightly and whispered words of encouragement to him as she felt him cry in relief and the freedom he finally got back.

For a time after he'd gotten back his freedom, Cisco didn't wear the suit again and refused to use his powers but Lisa stuck with him through it all while even giving up the Rogue life much to her brother's annoyance. But at least it was with Ramon so that was some compensation for him. The engineer also stayed away from STAR Labs since he felt like he had no right to be around his friends until Barry and Caitlin showed up at his house to talk with him. Something that had thankfully worked and he was soon back at the Labs with Lisa along for the ride. Which had made Jax and Kendra a little wary of her and of Cisco to some extent.

But as time went on the two were able to gain their complete trust and Lisa and Cisco continued to fall deeper for one another and the man could never see himself with any other girl ever again. Something that bothered the Hell out of his brother Dante considering the kidnapping thing but eventually he came around once he realized just how serious the girl was about his little brother. It wouldn't be until a final last attack from Darhk in Star City that Cisco would find himself suiting up once again and helping out in the fight with Lisa right by his side. And in a moment that would be told for years to come, the engineer with a love for Big Bang Theory t-shirts and other fandom t-shirts he liked to wear, came a proposal from him as they fought Darhk's HIVE forces. Lisa actually had found it romantic and pretty much something that would be them and had immediately said yes followed by a soul searing kiss that left the two of them breathless.

Her brother nearly blew a gasket when he found that out since a part of him had been hoping his baby sister would come back to the Rogues. But that particular moment had made him realize she was finally and truly happy and was rather happy when she asked him to walk her down the aisle. Cisco and Lisa Ramon would enjoy many years together in life as not only super heroes but as a loving married couple with quite a few children and grandchildren before crossing over into the afterlife and continuing the love between them that many had come to refer to as GoldenVibe.

#GoldenVibe #Cisco x Lisa #Cisco Ramon #Lisa Snart