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lovifie · 1 month

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Hi this is my first ever request lol, so I uh was wondering if you could write a soap x reader little red riding hood. It could be some cute fluff or I guess even smutty depending on how you'd want to depict it. Sorry if it's a rather blank request, I'm very bland when it comes to writing and such (>_<)

Hi love! Thank you so much for the request, I hope I met your expectations 🩷

It did turn really smutty though, so I hope you don't mind 🩷

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W: Werewolf!Soap x Little Red Riding Hood!Reader (inspired at least), smut, defined breeding kink must it's mostly a werewolf thing, biting, mentions of pregnancy (is the breeding kink warm up, you know), knoting.

You were used to being the one taking your grandma her food, making sure she still ate the produce she couldn't acquire in her house deep into the forest.

So every other week, you would do your little journey. It didn't take long, you'll get to her house before lunch time and you chose to stay the day with her before making your way back.

You already knew the path like the back of your hand, always on time and never getting lost.

There is also Johnny, a friendly neighbour who on many occasions chooses to walk along with you. The chat is nice, makes the walk more entertaining even when you go the different route that Johnny showed you; just because it is longer and that way you can talk for longer.

You obviously didn't trust him at first, a grown man in the middle of the forest sounds terrifying on its own. And you need to add to that the fact that Johnny is built like a brick house.

“I could have you for dinner.” He joked once when you asked him what did he ate to be so big. A silly joke.

The fear of the big man following you in the forest, quickly turned into the big man walking with you. And the little fear you had of the wild dissipated the closer he walked with you.

Especially, when during the spring rumours started flying around about a massive wolf living in the forest. Apparently a huge striped dog has been seen walking on the forest line for a couple of weeks now, always looking into the town but never quite entering.

The dog, big enough to be the size of a grown man on his hinged legs, eyes that reflect the light of the fire and teeth to rip the flesh off the bone.

Your grandma moved out of her house, moving inside town to be away from the animal. Still, you couldn't sleep at night knowing Johnny was out there.

With your grandma living in your house, you didn't have an excuse to walk in the forest. But still, on a freezing morning in the middle of spring you found yourself walking inside the forest wishing you could come across Johnny quickly and be back home.

What you come across instead, is a growling behind you. So deep you feel it shaking your bones before you can see it. You only need to see the outline of the monster before you are sprinting for your life, it is a stupid decision and you know it. It immediately triggers the beast to follow you.

The path to your grandma's house has never been so long and you don't even make half way through before you fall, tripping on your own feet. You turn around, looking for the dog which seems to have evaporated into thin air.

A warm hand on your back makes you jump, turning around and coming face to face with Johnny, a pained expression on his face. You jump into his arms, a groan into your ear as he hugs you back, a bit too hard.

You peel back when he cups your face. “You shouldn't be here, bonnie.” He says, looking in pain, making every alarm bell ring on your head.

You pat his body, looking for any injury and hearing him groan whenever your hand touches his body. “Are you in pain? Did it attack you? Are you fine?” You ask frantically.

“Lass!” He grunts, making you look into his eyes, dark when you lay your eyes on his. “You need to get back! Get away from me!”

“But why?” You ask, hurt with the rejection. “I came here just for you, Johnny…”

He groans, looking away from your face as he licks his lips. He sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “You need to go back because every part of my body is screaming at me to eat you whole, bonnie.”

“You can.” It comes out before you can register it, you are not a stranger to your own feelings for the man in front of you. The weekly walks, your hand on his arm, his hand on your back, the soft pecks on your cheek when saying goodbye. It quickly had you getting home warm on the face and your tummy.

The man groans again, closing his eyes, as if your words hurt him. “You don't know what you are saying-”

“I do! I do know!” You argue, cutting him off and sitting up closer to him but his arms pull you back. He looks down on you, searching for any doubt in your face. Anything that could silence the hungry voice in his brain, but when the only thing he can find is the same hunger in yours he laps forward, crushing his lips on yours.

He is not gentle by any means, his wide hands roam your body pulling you closer, grabbing your body, winking his nails into your flush meat, biting your lips, growling on your mouth. His hands scrunch up your dress, ripping the bloomers under it making you gasp at the feeling of the cold air on your core.

“I can fucking smell you, bonnie. And it's driving me mad. You have been driving me mad for months.” He grunts against your mouth, grabbing your hips to sit you on top of his.

You whine at his words. “I want to feel you, Johnny. I want to feel you here.” You say, grabbing one of his hands to place it on top of your crying cunt.

Johnny takes a deep breath, regulating himself, before he sinks two of his fingers inside of you; the stretch making you mewl against Johnny's neck, moaning softly as he starts to move his wrist.

You can feel him grind his hips against your, the material of his trousers rubbing against your exposed clit making you whine and he quickly shushes you kissing your temple as his fingers open you up for him.

“I can't wait to sink into you, my sweet bonnie.” He groans at you, making you clench at the sound.

He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, closing his eyes as he hums at the taste. His pupils impossibly wide when he opens them again, the blue on his eyes barely visible.

He helps you onto your hand and knees, standing behind you as he licks your neck from behind, his tip probing at your entrance. You don't have a chance to peek at his shaft, so you don't expect the wide stretch that just simply seems to never end.

Never in your life has you felt this full, the stretch of his fingers far from enough and it has you falling face first with his hands on your hips.

He grunts when he bottoms out inside of you, bending down to lick the tears on your cheeks. “Shh, bonnie lass. You are taking me so well, I could live right here. So tight, so warm, so wet “ he moans, pulling his hips slightly back making you whine as you clench down making him grunt.

It's too much, it is reaching places you were not aware existed; his wide hands on your hips keeping you in place, it has your brain mushy barely able to put your hands under your face to prevent yourself from eating dirt.

His thrust starts to get deeper, slowly pulling out until only his tip is inside just to push in again just as deliciously slow as the first one. It is torturous how slow he fills you up, the empty feeling when he pulls back making you whine and move your hips back.

He pulls himself back, not wanting to give in to his instincts just yet, needing to know you are ready. The way your cunts sucks him in whenever he pulls back making him grunt; he hears you moan his name, asking for more, and that is everything he needs to hear.

He bends down, hugging your middle as he shoves his face on your neck, keeping you in place to be able to piston his dick in and out of your weeping cunt as fast as his hips allow him.

It pulls the breath out of your lungs, only able to moan loud like a whore as the man on your back fucks you like a bitch in heat.

His arms are tight around your body, his grunts and groans loud on your ear and when his hand moves lower, right over your clit rubbing it, is like pushing the button to have you coming undone.

You cry out his name, eyes rolling back as you do, your cunt pulsing around his cock making him fuck you faster.

You don't have time to come back down, not stopping pleasure waving over you. Filth being talked into your brain. “I'm gonna fuck you full of my pups, love. Gonna keep you forever, full of me, love. Gonna make you a mama, round and plush.” He groans, his brain empty of any sense and only listening to his instincts of breeding, the spring making him completely lose his ability to think clearly.

Another round of stretch has you whining softly, you are already to the brim what is it now? You cry at the feeling, Johnny mouth opening over the junction of your neck and shoulder.

His thrust became sloppy, more shallow as if he couldn't move as freely. He bites down hard on your shoulder, making you whine at the pain but the way you clench down on his length as he grunting as he comes inside of you, his hips flush with yours.

You moan at the feeling, warmth feeling every bit of your inside. But after a while you try to pull, wanting to lay down. Just for a stinging sensation to make you cry and Johnny to grab your hips to prevent you from moving.

“Let's stay like this for a little, bonnie. We stuck.” He groans, as if it makes perfect sense.

“What?” You ask confused.

“Shh, I'll explain it to you later, love.” He says, licking your neck like a dog and caressing your body.

And you want to argue, to understand what he means, to understand what is inside of you opening you so widely, to understand why he was talking about pups, to understand why he bite your shoulder so hard, to understand why the wolf following you suddenly disappeared when he appeared, to understand why he told you to go away, to understand how he found you so easily.

But your eyelids start to weigh tons when Johnny hums behind you, kissing your neck. Plus, the spring is barely starting and Johnny's den is close by. He'll explain later, when his brain stops screaming at him to keep breeding you.

If you liked it please drop a comment or a reblog, it really helps me to want to write more 🩷

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sluttywoozi · 9 months

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Rating: M | WC: ~8.2k (mostly smut)

Geonwoo's your best friend and there's nothing you wouldn't do for him. Including doing him.

Warnings: i say geonwoo’s not into guys but it’s just for the purposes of this fic he can do whatever/whoever he wants, virgin!geonwoo, lots of consent checks, mention of sti testing and pregnancy prevention, marking, pussydrunk!geonwoo, bigdick!geonwoo, fingering, oral f rec., multiple orgasms, condomless sex, creampie, lost the plot ten pages into the smut so sorry

Reader Notes: has a vagina and breasts, smaller than geonwoo (height and hands)

“You want me to do what?” You question, alarm bells ringing in your head.

“We want you to take Geonwoo’s virginity,” Woojin replies cheerfully, rubbing his knees and punctuating his sentence with a smile.

“Geonwoo, is this true?” You speak slowly, dragging your eyes from Woojin’s to Geonwoo’s.

“Mm,” he nods quickly, his lips pressed together and his hands wringing in his lap.

“Okay… Why me? And why now?”

Woojin opens his mouth but you shoot him a glare to cut him off, needing to hear it from Geonwoo himself. You raise your eyebrows when he doesn’t speak and he takes a quick breath, holding it like he’s steeling himself.

“Well, uh,” he looks around, avoiding your gaze, “I trust you the most, besides Woojin. And I’m not into guys, I think, so it can’t be him.”

“And as for why now, he-,”

“Woojin, let him-,”

Geonwoo steps in before you and Woojin can get into it, used to the way you bicker after all these months with the two of you.

“I’m turning 26 soon. I’m not embarrassed about still being a virgin but I don’t want it to become a thing, you know?”

You nod, unable to find a flaw in his logic.

“And this is a group discussion because…”

“Well, Geonwoo couldn’t ask you by himself, could he?”

“Couldn’t he?” You respond, a doubtful quirk to your brow.

Geonwoo purses his lips and shakes his head, “I really couldn’t. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for weeks now.”

Woojin nods in confirmation next to him, his eyes serious and his mouth shut, for once.

There’s a lot for you to consider before you can give them, him, your answer. You’ve been friends with Geonwoo for a long time now, and you’re not sure you’re willing to risk complicating the relationship you have with sex. There’s also the responsibility that comes with being someone’s first, the desire to make it good for them, to take care of them.

“Do I have to decide now?”

They both rush to shake their heads, a long stream of, “No, no, no,” leaving Woojin.

“Take as much time as you need,” Geonwoo adds with wide eyes and a small, sweet smile.

You’re honestly not sure why it wasn’t an immediate no, and you have some things to think about now that you know at least some part of you wants to do it.

You stand, wanting to excuse yourself from this bizarre situation so you can do some reflecting. They both rise when you do, staying on their feet until you leave the room. You can feel Geonwoo’s eyes on you as you walk away, and you can’t say it’s a feeling you dislike.

It’s official, you’re going insane.

Ever since Woojin and Geonwoo planted the idea of you taking Geonwoo’s virginity in your mind, it’s all you can think about.

He’s the first thing on your mind when you wake and the last thing before you fall asleep, and even in your dreams, you’re still thinking about him.

Him and his big brown eyes and his undercut and his bulging muscles and his soft, sweet, reserved demeanor.

Him and how he would act in the bedroom, how he would touch you, how he would talk (if he would, and that’s a big if).

You’ve seen him let loose before, seen him fight for both his life and yours, but you’ve never seen him like this. You’re starting to fear that’s something you’ll have to fix.

“See you tomorrow, mom,” Geonwoo calls out the door, watching his mother walk down the hallway to her own apartment and get safely inside. He used to escort her to and from her door until she showed him the taser Mr. Oh got her. He backed off then, but still likes to make sure she gets in safe.

Returning to the dirty dishes in the kitchen, he stands at the sink, elbow deep in hot, soapy water and trying not to think about what he asked you last week.

Well, what he and Woojin asked you.

You’ve been his friend for years now. He first met you when you started working at his mom’s cafe, he grew closer to you when you moved into the spare bedroom, and now he’s terrified that he’s ruined everything.

You’re still normal enough around him, maybe zoning out a little more often and maybe a tiny bit short-tempered, but fine otherwise. It could be an act though, a facade you put up while you decide how to tell him no and also that you’re quitting the cafe and leaving town and never coming back. That would break his heart, and his mom’s too, and he prays he’s just overthinking.

His hands sweep around to search for more dishes but find nothing, so with a sigh, he lets the sink drain. Now he’ll have to find something else to keep his mind occupied, not that it was working very well. He could go train, but he’s already worked out today and he has a feeling he’ll be experiencing the wrath of Mr. Oh if he pushes himself any further. He’d like to avoid that, so-

“Geonwoo? Can we talk?”

Oh god.

He keeps his back turned, one of the only signs of disrespect he’s ever shown you, but he can’t stand to see the apologetic look on your face as you tell him no (and that you’re leaving forever, never to be seen or heard from again, all because of him).

“Look at me, please.”

He glances at you over his shoulder, long enough to see your open expression and the kindness in your eyes. You don’t seem as weighed down as you have lately, and he fully turns to face you, trying to hide how nervous he feels.

Folding his hands behind his back so he can drum his fingers on the counter unseen, he waits for you to speak.

“I was just thinking about what you asked me, I mean, I’ve been thinking about it all week but,” you shake your head like you need to clear it before continuing, “I’ll do it.”

Your last three words don’t register, and the meaning of them doesn’t either. He’s stuck on you saying you’ve been thinking about it, this, all week. He’s been thinking about it too, thinking about you, and it makes him feel a lot better to know you’ve been doing the same.

“Did you hear me?” You ask, confused at his lack of reaction.

“I heard you, you said you’ve been thinking about it. That’s good,” he assures you, his hands stilling as he leans against the counter.

“Geonwoo, I also said that I would do it.”

“Do what?” He asks, wondering if he can go with you to do whatever it is.

“Do it. You. Take your virginity.”

His heart thuds, squeezes, then stops.

“You will?”

He’s glad he was braced against something because his knees feel weak and his head is spinning. He’s been trying not to think about you in that way since before he asked you to do this, and now that you’ve agreed, he just knows his thoughts will be running rampant.

“Yes, I will. But we’ve gotta work out the logistics,” you remind him, rounding the island to lean against the counter next to him.

Your sudden proximity makes him straighten up before the scent of you soothes him, the familiar blend bringing him comfort like it always does.

“Logistics like… when?”

“That and whether or not we’re using a condom and we should probably get tested first and-,” you stop yourself before taking your phone from your pocket and typing rapidly, “I need to write this down.”

There’s so much more to consider than Geonwoo thought, but he won’t let it deter him. The two of you have always made a good team, and this won’t be any different, he’s sure.

Geonwoo and you spend the next few days planning. His birthday is next month and you decide together to set it as an informal deadline, though he’s sure it won’t be the end of the world if he loses his virginity at 26 instead of 25.

He’s telling Woojin about the details you’ve decided on when Woojin cuts him off.

“Bro, where’s the romance? Where’s the passion?” He says, slapping a hand on the table to emphasize his words. “This is all so… technical. This is why you shouldn’t be doing this without me.”

“Without you? You won’t be there, will you?”

“Tch, no, you know what I mean,” he grumbles before launching into the story of his own first time.

Geonwoo contemplates the rest of Woojin’s point, but honestly, things with you lately have been feeling romantic.

You’ve been sitting alone in his bedroom, close enough to whisper so that nobody else hears you, and talking about how exactly you’ll have sex with each other. He knows that doesn’t sound too romantic, but to him, it is.

Geonwoo loves planning, and he loves alone time, and he loves how you sound when you speak all low and secretive and logical. He doesn’t love talking, but luckily for him, you do the majority of it and the most he has to do is listen and respond, and he likes doing that too.

As for passion, he’s been feeling… plenty… of that. Too much, probably.

When you’re around, you’re all he can focus on. Anyone else can be in the room and he’ll be looking at you, talking to you, listening to you. Except for Woojin and his mom, of course, but even then, he’s got you in the back of his mind.

When you’re gone, he can’t stop thinking about you; where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with. If you’re with a guy. A guy who’s better with words than he is, a guy who’s experienced, a guy who hasn’t put you through so much.

A guy who isn’t him.

But then Geonwoo reminds himself that you love him (platonically) and find him attractive enough (physically) to have sex with him, and he feels better.

“Dude, are you even listening to me right now? What did I just say? Hm?” Woojin questions, offense clear in his tone and his furrowed eyebrows.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, I wasn’t,” he ducks as Woojin takes a fake swipe at him. To be fair, he’s heard this story before, and he has something important to think about: you.

(He makes it up to Woojin later with all you can eat pork belly buffet).

Today’s the day.

Well, tonight’s the night.

You went over to Geonwoo and Woojin’s place around 6 PM dressed in your largest t-shirt and your comfiest yoga pants with an overnight bag in hand. Woojin is sleeping at Mr. Moon’s so you have the place to yourselves, and you both got tested three days ago with negative results. You discussed using condoms, but considering that you have protection in place and it’s Geonwoo’s first time, you’ve decided to skip them. Geonwoo already had everything prepared: another set of sheets at the ready, multiple options for movies to watch, and an order for an enormous amount of takeout.

You’re waiting on it now, sitting next to him on the couch and feeling a slight sense of awkwardness in the air. He’s being particularly shy, speaking only when asked a question but listening with wide, fascinated eyes, and you have to admit, it’s doing it for you.

You worried that you would feel some sort of hang up about being Geonwoo’s first, but when all the history is taken away, you’re two consenting adults that apparently want to have sex. So why shouldn’t you?

The doorbell rings before you can remind yourself of said history, and Geonwoo immediately shoots to his feet to answer it. He thanks (and tips) the delivery person quickly and returns with the food, carefully ripping the bag open to spread everything out on the coffee table.

The two of you make fast work of the takeout, bar the containers you decided to save for later, and clean up the mess left behind. Dinner breaks the ice, allowing you and Geonwoo to talk as friends/people who might become more.

As the night progresses, you watch his nerves grow again. It’s after he’s wiped his hands on his joggers for the fifth time that you pause the movie and turn on the couch to face him. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights and you wish you could placate him, but you think it may be better to just rip off the bandaid.

“Do you still wanna do this?” You ask gently, bringing a hand to his shoulder and squeezing. You’re about to mindlessly squeeze again, his muscles feeling firm but squishy somehow under your fingers, when he nearly shouts, “Yes!” and shrinks, making you assume his volume was unintended. You love his enthusiasm though, and the fact that you know you can ask him what he wants and he’ll tell you. Or at least answer yes or no questions.

“Do you want to go to your bedroom now, then? I feel like you’re just getting more nervous the longer we wait.”

He nods in response and springs to his feet, holding a hand out to help you from the couch and tug you to his room. It’s always tidy in there but you can see he’s made an extra effort in the candles dotted around the room and the oil diffuser sitting on his dresser. He leads you to his bed, letting you sit first before settling closer to you than he typically would. His hands stay clasped together in his lap, and it occurs to you that you may need to tell him what to do.

You usually aren’t one to be in charge when it comes to sex, but you’ll do anything for Geonwoo and this obviously counts as anything. You can call the shots tonight if that’s what he needs, and hopefully you’ll help him build up some confidence for whoever he’s with next. You can also pretend your heart doesn’t flip in your chest whenever you think of there being a next.

Geonwoo shifts next to you on the bed, his hands resting on his thighs and his form tense. You have to figure out how to unwind him, how to make him feel safe with you, and you feel like the first barrier to cross is his reticence with touching you. He’s always kept himself at arms’ length, enough so that when you saw how he and Woojin behaved, you honestly felt kind of jealous. He’s never had that ease with you, and you used to live with him.

At least you have the opportunity to change that now. Your hand only shakes a little bit as you reach out to cover Geonwoo’s. He jumps when you come into contact with him, but quickly opens his hands to accept yours. You can’t help but note how long and calloused his fingers are, your mind running to how they would feel on you and, dare you say it, in you.

“We can go slow,” you promise, “And I can guide you, if you want.”

“Yes, I think that would be good,” Geonwoo agrees with a squeeze of your hand. “Eventually, I would like to try to… I don’t know how to say it, be in charge?”

“We can do that,” you nod, heat flooding your stomach at the thought of Geonwoo taking the reins, holding you down, fucking you how he wants. You know there may be some fumbling before you get there, but by God you hope you do. “Why don’t we start with a kiss?”

Geonwoo hums and leans forward almost imperceptibly, just enough for you to crane your neck and press your lips to his. You keep it gentle, slow, getting him used to you with little pecks and small sucks. He finds your rhythm faster than you expect, timidly kissing you back and bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

You try to push down the giddy shiver that rises at him touching you so delicately, but a little shake still makes its way through your shoulders. Geonwoo notices, of course, exhaling a laugh against your lips that sparks a smile in return, and soon enough, you’re both grinning too wide to kiss anymore.

“This is kinda fun,” you breathe, pulling back to brush some errant hair out of his eyes.

“It is,” he agrees, smiling shyly and grazing your cheekbone with his thumb. “Should we keep going?”

You nod and lean in again, locking your lips with his and swallowing a sigh at the plushness of them. Gently, you swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, waiting for his mouth to open before just barely gliding it against his in a tentative motion. He gasps, his lips parting further and his tongue tangling with yours as his hand shifts to cradle your jaw. His fingers wrap around the back of your neck and tilt your head back to give him the angle he wants, and you’re not sure he’s aware that he’s doing it but it’s still so hot that you let a weak little sound escape into his mouth.

Geonwoo presses his lips harder against yours, shifting closer on the bed until your knees touch and his warmth radiates into you. It’s the closest he’s been to you in a while, beyond the occasional hug and pat on the back, and already his proximity is making you dizzy. The lightheadedness could also have something to do with his scent, soft and clean but handsome and manly too, just like Geonwoo himself.

You didn’t think kissing alone would have this effect on you, or that you’d want to do more than kissing so soon, but here you are, sitting next to him on his bed and struggling not to climb right into his lap. His thighs are just so thick and strong and welcoming, and you’d fit so well together, but you’ve only just started and it’s probably best to keep things slow. Which means not straddling him and kissing him breathless without warning.

But you can do that with a warning, though, right?

“Geonwoo, can I sit in your lap?”

He gasps out a yes and takes your hand with his free one, helping you climb atop him and get settled. You’re not pressed too snugly against him yet, but you can already feel the heat stirring between your bodies. You’re starting to get wet, your core pulsing in time with your heart, and when you shuffle a bit closer, something bumps against your thigh.

Geonwoo moans softly into your mouth, shifting both hands to your hips and squeezing, like he wants to pull you into him but he’s not sure if he can. You inch further into his lap and his grip tightens, his chest brushing against yours with every breath.

You can feel Geonwoo getting bolder, more confident, as he starts to take control of the kiss. He slides his tongue into your mouth, humming when you suck on it and smiling when you rest a hand on his shoulder.

You’ve definitely been looking forward to getting your hands on him, and it’s even better than you imagined. He’s so dense and big, with power wrapped up in every muscle. You’ve never gotten to touch anyone like him before, or be with anyone like him before, and it’s honestly exhilarating.

His shoulder is firm beneath your fingers, the warmth seeping through his t-shirt reminding you that you’re both fully clothed. Geonwoo seems more comfortable with touching you, so now could be a good time to lose some layers.

“Should we take these off?” You break the kiss to ask, giggling at his resulting pout and tugging at the edge of his shirt.

He responds by hauling the shirt off himself and letting it drop to the floor before slipping his hands beneath the fabric of yours. His palms are warm on your stomach, points of connection that sear your nerve endings and send your heart thumping, and as he drags them up, your shirt goes with them.

He stops just below your breasts, his thumbs skimming the underwire of your bra and his fingers spread over your rib cage, before looking up at you with a question in his eyes. You raise your arms in response, easing the way of the shirt and showing Geonwoo that you’re comfortable. When the fabric clears your head, you catch sight of the expression on Geonwoo’s face and sigh happily. He looks awed, enraptured, reverent, and you haven’t even taken your bra off yet.

You reach behind your back to find the clasp but Geonwoo stops you with a gentle hand, “Can I try?”

He fumbles for a bit but figures it out eventually, beaming at you when the clasp comes apart and your bra goes limp. You can’t help but smile back, squeezing his hands where he lets them rest on your thighs. The undergarment dangles from your shoulders and Geonwoo’s eyes grow wide at the idea of seeing you bare, but he doesn’t make a move to take it off. He must not be sure if he’s allowed to, so you let it slip a couple of inches, watching as he stares with bated breath.

Being able to captivate him like this is a heady feeling, but you won’t take advantage of it this time, won’t make him wait. The bra slides down your arms and to the bed, and Geonwoo stops breathing. You sit primly on his lap with your legs straddled over his spread thighs, trying to keep your heart steady as you let him look his fill.

When he still hasn’t moved, you take hold of his hands and bring them to your stomach, telling him, “You can touch me, Geonwoo.”

He sucks in a deep breath, his trembling hands slowly rising to cover your breasts. They’re so warm and big on you, calloused from lifting and strong from fighting. They’re perfect, and you let your head tip back as his palms brush over your nipples.

You almost jump when he leans forward to kiss your neck, shocked but pleased by his initiative. He’s gentle, just pressing his lips to your skin and softly sucking in a path leading to your collarbone.

His teeth dig in a little and you do startle in his lap, making him pull away to check on you.

“Was that okay?” he asks nervously, scared that he’s overstepped.

“Yes! Yes, I didn’t expect you to do that, but I liked it.”

He breathes out a sigh of relief and returns his mouth to your collarbone, nipping at your delicate skin and pulling away to look at the indent he’d left.

He shares a secretive smile with you, his eyes giddy like he’s doing something he knows he’s not supposed to.

“Can I leave some marks? I like how they look on you.”

“You can leave however many you want as long as my clothes cover them.”

He nods resolutely, smoothing his thumb over the bruise he’d left on your collarbone and bending further to kiss across the tops of your breasts.

You arch your back to give him more room to work, inadvertently shifting over the hardness in his joggers and making him groan around the flesh bitten between his teeth.

He pulls away with a pop, his eyes wide and dark and his thighs tense under you.

“Should I keep doing that?” you ask him, your voice embarrassingly breathy and your hips itching to move.

“Please,” he says, one of his hands dropping to grasp your hip and pull you over him again. “Feels good.”

You can’t hold back the smile, pleased that he’s being open and losing some of the propriety he always maintains with you. He smiles back before leaning down and pressing a trail of kisses down to your pebbled nipple.

He tentatively sucks it into his warm, wet mouth, making you gasp and grind on him, your hips inching over until you can sit yourself right on his stiffening dick.

He feels big, because of course he would be, and you can feel yourself get wetter at the thought of seeing him, touching him, feeling him.

You’ll let him explore first though, let him get acquainted with your body and what it’s like to give someone else pleasure. It was something you had to learn too, and you’re glad you get to be the one to teach him.

He’s a quick study, you find. Lightly nipping at your left nipple with his teeth and rolling the right with his fingertips, cupping the weight of your breast with one hand and grinding you over his bulge with the other.

It already feels so good, and with the pressure and friction on your core, it’s almost too good. But you won’t stop him, not when he seems to be finding his stride, and definitely not when he’s so hard that you can feel the shape of him, feel just how long and thick he is. You’ll have to show him how to stretch you out, how to help you take him, and you honestly can’t wait.

“Woo, do you-,” you gasp, feeling a groan vibrate into your skin as soon as his nickname leaves your lips. You don’t use it often, only when you’re particularly tired or happy, and apparently, when you’re about to beg him to touch you.

He pulls away with a hum and licks his lips before asking, “Do I what?”

“Do you want to go further? I can feel how big you are, you’ll need to get me ready first.”

“Will you show me how?” He asks, as if you could ever leave him in the dark like that.

“Of course I will,” you assure him, cupping his scarred cheek in your hand and bringing him into a soft kiss. You break away before you can get too distracted and attempt to get off of his lap without revealing how shaky your knees are. They’re difficult to hide and you have to brace your hands on his shoulders, but you manage to get your feet on the floor somehow and dip your fingers into the waistband of your yoga pants.

He stops you before you can push them down and you can tell he’s about to ask if he can remove them himself, so you slip your hands out of his grasp and place them on his shoulders for stability again.

He flashes a quick smile at you, tucking his fingers into the elastic and pulling the stretchy fabric down. You feel it as soon as you step out of your bottoms, how wet you are. It’s soaked through your panties, and you’re not sure whether or not you want Geonwoo to notice.

Thankfully, he doesn’t. His thumbs hook in the sides of your underwear, his eyebrows raising in a question that you answer with a nod. He tugs them down your legs slowly, his gaze staying locked with yours until they hit the floor.

His eyes go heavy lidded as he looks at you, his kiss-swollen lips parting on a sigh and his warm hands settling on your hips. You feel kind of exposed but you don’t want to interrupt him as he seems to be growing more sure of himself.

You do want him to be as naked as you are though, so you squeeze his hands and say, “Your turn?”

He nods, rising to his feet and standing nearly flush with you. His warmth radiates out, his toned chest brushing against your breasts with each breath. You bring your hands to his waistband, tucking your fingers in between his joggers and his underwear.

“You can take it all off,” he offers, his voice deeper than you’re used to but no less gentle.

“If that’s what you want.” You take hold of his boxers and pants and begin to push them down, the backs of your fingers dragging along his skin until they’re low enough to fall on their own. He steps out of them and further into you, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist when you set your hands on his toned stomach.

The air between you is warm and thick with tension as your palms slide up his chest to wrap around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. He hums against your lips, turning in a slow circle so your back is to the bed and gently pushing you onto it.

You sit heavily, bouncing in place and watching as he kneels before you. Your legs stay clasped together, shyness keeping them closed, and he sets his hands on them with a soft squeeze.

“Show me?”

“Geonwoo, your knees will-“

“My knees will be fine. Show me? Please?”

You slowly spread your legs apart, leaning back on your hands to stabilize yourself as you let him see you bare for the first time.

He breathes in a ragged gasp, exhaling, “You’re so… wet.”

“That’s a good thing,” you assure him, operating under the assumption that he doesn’t know much about sex.

“Oh,” he sighs, relieved and smiling as his hands slide up your thighs.

When his thick, calloused fingers come into contact with your core, you have to fight back a shiver. It’s been a while for you, and even Geonwoo’s timid touches are more than you’re used to. His digits glide through your folds, catching on your clit and making you gasp, “There, Geonwoo.”

He listens to you attentively, tucking half his fingers away so he can rub with two fingertips, his eyes darting back and forth between your center and your face. He starts with an up-down motion, furrowing his brows and spreading your folds open with his other hand so he can see better. You feel a bit bashful but you want him to explore, want him to feel comfortable with you and with how to pleasure you, so you take a deep breath and widen your legs further.

He presses a kiss to your inner thigh in thanks and shuffles closer, fascination and focus clear in his expression as he gets to know you in this way. He’s methodical, experimenting with different motions and keeping his eyes on your face the whole time to gauge what you like best. When he lands on little circles that make your back arch and your eyelids flutter, he stops testing shapes to concentrate on finding the pace you prefer, starting slow and gradually speeding up until you tell him, “Like that! Like that, Geonwoo.”

He shifts forward out of excitement, his face close enough to you that you can feel his breaths, feel his hair brushing your inner thighs, feel the warmth radiating off of him. You love his enthusiasm, his dedication to learning you and making you feel good, and you shouldn’t have expected any less. Geonwoo gives his all to everything he does, of course that would include you.

“I’m definitely wet enough now, you can, um, put a finger in. Palm up,” You instruct shakily, watching as he removes the hand spreading you open and brings it back with his palm up, just like you said. He dips the tip of his finger into your entrance, a trembling sigh leaving him when he feels you for the first time.

“How are you so hot and soft and wet inside? You feel perfect,” He nearly moans, letting his finger slide in all the way. It’s longer, thicker than yours, and the little bit of stretch it gives you is delicious.

“Move it in and out, and you can kind of curl up and try to find-”

You yelp as Geonwoo’s fingertip prods your g-spot immediately, his finger the perfect length to reach it. He gasps and looks at you, fearful of your reaction before you assure him, “That was good! That’s where you want to aim, okay? And you can add another.”

“Okay!” He nods, beaming, and returns his attention to between your legs. He pulls his finger out and returns with two, his mouth open and his eyes half-lidded as he watches them sink inside you. Seemingly mesmerized, Geonwoo starts up a slow rhythm, his gaze locked on his fingers as they disappear in and out of you.

Once he has a good pattern down, he curls them again, the tips unerringly finding your g-spot and rubbing gently with every thrust. Your arms shake as he unknowingly starts to build you up, making you drop down to your elbows and let your head tip back.

“Does it feel good?” Geonwoo asks you breathlessly, making you tilt your chin enough to look down at him. His plush lips are parted, his eyes half-lidded but oh so curious and filled with a heat you’ve never seen in him before.

“So good, Geonwoo, you’re doing so good,” you sigh, biting back a smile as his ears turn a deep red at your words. Geonwoo loves to learn but he gets so shy when his efforts are recognized, and this is no different. You’ll have to be sure to praise him when you can, half because you want to reassure him and half because you really like how reactive he is to it.

You expected to have to make yourself cum tonight but you think Geonwoo just might get you there, every curl of his fingers pushing you closer to the edge. When he starts rubbing circles into your clit again, the heat building in your stomach takes on a searing edge.

“Put in one more,” you instruct, feeling a third finger squeeze its way inside you as soon as you finish speaking. “Spread them a bit, it’ll- it’ll help.”

His fingers push against the tightness of your walls, his breathing ragged as he carefully opens you up. The stretch is good, the feeling of his calluses on your throbbing clit even better, and as you begin the climb, you open your mouth to tell him (beg him) not to stop. But before you can say anything, Geonwoo speaks up.

“Can I use my mouth?”

Can he use his mouth? Where did this man come from? Heaven? Your dreams?

“Yes, Geonwoo, please, I’m getting close.”

He swears under his breath and leans forward, replacing the fingers on your clit with his warm, wet tongue. You lose some of your momentum as he gets used to the taste and feel of you, his tongue lapping at your folds with soft, broad strokes. It still feels good, but you need more if you’re going to cum.

Geonwoo seems to know without you telling him and wraps his plump lips around your bundle of nerves, giving you a short, cautious suck. Your thighs try to snap closed but you don’t let them, your muscles quivering as you attempt to hold your position. He notices, of course he notices, and uses his free hand to heft your leg up on his shoulder, sucking harder when you bring the other one up on your own.

His face is practically buried in your pussy now and with three of his fingers still filling you, you know you won’t last much longer. Your walls are starting to flutter and there’s a burn deep in your pelvis, a coil that only grows tighter and tighter with each purse of his lips around your clit. All he has to do is keep going and you’ll-

His fingers hook inside of you again making your hips buck against his mouth, and he lets out a groan so loud, the vibrations carry you right over the edge. Your eyes clench shut as you soar, white noise blanking out any thoughts beyond Geonwoo, Geonwoo, Geonwoo.

He doesn’t know to slow down and you don’t have the mental capacity to tell him to, his fingers rubbing your g-spot over and over again as he noisily sucks at your clit, bringing you through your orgasm and right up to another one. Your thighs shake, the icy bite of overstimulation starting to claw at you, and you let yourself fall back completely, your now free hands tangling in his cropped hair.

You could push him away, could stop him before he makes you cum again, but he’s just so good and it’s been so long and before you know it, you’re keening your way through a second release. Your thighs do snap shut this time, but he’s strong enough to break free if he needs to so you don’t worry, don’t think, don’t breathe.

All you do is feel. Feel his fingers inside you and his mouth around you and his breaths against you, feel the clenching of your core and the pulsing of your clit and the heat in your belly. You feel everything, and it’s almost too much but at the same time, it’s not enough.

You wonder if you’ll ever feel like you’ve had enough of Geonwoo, and before you can talk yourself out of your aftershocks of bliss, he slowly pulls his fingers out and slides his tongue in. You gasp brokenly at the sudden change but sigh as he wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you tight, holds you close.

“Geonwoo, don’t you want-”

He thrusts his tongue in and out, and your mouth closes with a click, your fingers shaking in his hair and your cheeks heating at the obscene sounds that escape from between you. Your head tilts back into the bed as he devours you, his tongue curling and pulling arousal from you like he wants to drink you down.

You’d let him, would let him do just about anything he wants to you at this point, you’re so boneless and brainless with pleasure. When he discovers he can push his nose into your clit while he fucks you with his tongue, you all but melt into the bed as a long, drawn out moan leaves your parted lips.

He groans in response, dimpling the flesh of your thighs under his fingertips, his grip growing tighter and tighter as you get wetter and wetter. You don’t know if you’ll be able to cum again, but if you can, you’d much rather cum on his dick than his tongue, so you assemble all the brain cells you have left and breathe, “Geonwoo, please, get up here.”

He pauses, his tongue halfway inside of you and his nose pushing against the hood of your clit. You both feel and hear his questioning noise, the confusion and reluctance clear in his hazy eyes.

“This was to get me ready and I definitely am now. Are you?” You laugh weakly, staring down at him as you card your fingers through his hair. His gaze grows heavy lidded, his tongue taking one last trip through your folds before he carefully pushes your thighs off his shoulders and rises to hover over you, bracketing your head with his forearms.

“I’m ready,” He exhales, his face shining and his big, leaking cock brushing against your thighs. You shiver at the sensation, already anticipating the stretch you’ll feel when he pushes inside for the first time.

He doesn’t seem like he needs you to tell him what to do anymore so you fall silent, watching him as he takes hold of his dick and lines it up with your entrance. You try to relax your inner muscles as he splits you open, but it’s difficult with the girth of him, his cock so wide you almost wish you’d told him to use four fingers instead of three. But you treasure the feeling, cherish the ache, and when he stops halfway in, you fear you’ll die if he doesn’t keep going.

“Why did you stop?” You gasp, his dick so big it’s like you can feel him in your throat.

“I’m trying not to cum,” he chokes out, his eyes clenched shut and his hands in fists beside your head.

Oh. Ohhhh, that’s hot.

“Take your time,” you wheeze, bringing your hands up to rub his toned back and doing your absolute best to stay still.

When Geonwoo has himself under control again, he continues to press inside of you, pushing deeper and deeper and deeper until he has nowhere left to go. Your breath catches in your lungs, the absolute fullness stealing every thought in your head.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice thin and shaky.

“I should be asking you that,” you half-moan, half-chuckle.

He huffs out a laugh, letting his forehead rest on your collarbone as you struggle to adjust to him. You know he can feel every flutter of your walls, every flex of your inner muscles, and you try to relax for him but it’s so hard when he’s the biggest you’ve ever taken.

After some deep breathing and wishful thinking, you think maybe you could stand to let him move. You’ve stretched a bit more, opened up a little, and with how wet you still are, he should be able to glide in and out.

“Geonwoo, I’m good, you can move now.”

“Are you sure?” He lifts his head to catch your eye, his restraint visible in his flexed abs and trembling arms.

“I’m sure,” you promise, bringing your hands up to rub his toned back as he pulls his hips away from yours and leaves you empty. The drag of his cock against your walls is exquisite, and you can’t contain the moan that bursts from you when he plunges back inside.

“How does it feel?” You gasp, your nails digging into his muscles and your legs wrapping around his waist.

“So fu- so good, tight and wet and hot and perfect,” he nearly sobs, “I won’t last.”

“That’s okay, Woo, you can cum whenever you want. And you can swear.”

He doesn’t normally curse in front of you, or much at all, and you’re nearly desperate to hear him uncensored. You want to know all sides of him, know him better than you know yourself, and you revel in the knowledge that now you know him like nobody else does.

It takes him a few strokes to find a rhythm but when he does, it’s devastating. He moves in and out of you slowly, but with power behind every thrust. You’re halfway up the bed before you even realize but Geonwoo just follows you, climbing up and using the new surface to fuck you even harder.

He’s so good at this already, but you shouldn’t be shocked. He’s got the heart of a boxer and the muscle control of one too, and that just means he’s even more efficient at building you up and breaking you down. You’re at the building up part now, the orgasm you weren’t sure you’d reach slowly coming into view as he shifts one shaking hand down between your legs.

“Cum with me?” He begs brokenly, his cock starting to twitch and leak inside of you. All you can do is nod, too busy whimpering at the feeling of his fingers on your clit and his big dick filling you up to form any words. He swears under his breath, his hips stuttering as one of his arms snakes under you to pull you into his chest. You cling to him, your body held almost fully aloft, and feel the rubber band in your stomach stretch thinner and thinner until finally, it snaps.

You clamp down so tight on him he can barely move, your walls swallowing around his cock and sucking it in deeper as he shatters with a groan. It’s the first time you’ve ever reached release with someone before, and immediately you know this is how it always should be. Your orgasm feeds into his and his into yours, his jerking dick drawing out every last bit of pleasure you can feel as he fills you up with his cum.

Your mind is hazy, your thoughts unspooled and messy, and your body hurts, your muscles sore and your core achey, but you’ve never felt better in your life. You’ve never been happier or more content than you are right now, with your numb legs and throbbing center and full, full, full pussy.

Geonwoo is still holding you to him with his face buried in your neck but he slowly collapses the arm holding him up, sinking down to the bed until he’s got half his weight on you. You want to see him, want to know what he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, but you can’t disturb him, can’t pop the bubble you’ve found yourself in with him.

It could be seconds, minutes, or hours until he pulls away. He’s gotten softer inside you but he still feels big, his cock plugging you up and keeping all of his cum from trickling out. When he lifts his head up to look at you, his eyes are misty, his lips are swollen, and his cheeks are red, and you swear he’s never been more beautiful to you.

“Thank you,” he breathes, his voice tight with an emotion you don’t recognize.

“Of course, Woo. I would do anything for you,” you whisper, bringing your hands up to cup his face. You brush over his cheekbones with your thumbs and pull him in closer, pressing a soft peck first upon his lips, then his nose, then his forehead. His eyes crinkle with a shy smile before he tilts his chin and captures your lips again in a sweet, slow kiss.

Your hips are growing sore, the need for a shower is growing urgent, and you think you even felt your stomach growl, but none of that feels more important than staying in his embrace. This is the closest you’ve ever been to him, and it might never happen again. You wish the thought didn’t settle in the pit of your stomach like a sinking stone, but here you are, wrapped around Geonwoo and trying to keep yourself from crying as he kisses you more gently than you’ve ever been kissed before.

You get too distracted by your somber realization to move your lips against his and he pulls away, furrowing his eyebrows when he sees the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks, panicked and with his cheeks squished between your hands.

“No!” You rush to assure him. “No, you didn’t hurt me, I’m just…”

“You’re what?” His voice is tender, patient, encouraging, but you aren’t ready to bare yourself to him like this just yet, no matter how naked you already are.

Shaking your head, you pinch his cheek and force a smile, “I’m ready for a shower. Are you?”

He purses his lips, gazing at you knowingly but thankfully deciding to let you keep your secrets.

“Yeah, I am. Do you want to start the water while I strip the bed?”

“That sounds good.”

You nod to each other but neither of you make a move. It’s like you’re frozen, stuck in place until you give your unpleasant thoughts a voice. Geonwoo holds your gaze, his expression open and understanding, and you wish you could just tell him.

Tell him that you don’t want there to be any others after you. That you don’t want anyone else now that you’ve had him. That you don’t want this to be the first and last time. That the feelings you hold for him are no longer simply platonic.

But you open your mouth to speak and nothing comes out, the words caught in your throat as it starts to burn like it always does when you cry. You swallow down the tears, swallow down your fears and wishes and desires, and begin the process of removing yourself from him.

He allows it, slowly pulling away until he frees himself with a hiss, his fingers immediately covering your entrance to keep his cum from spilling out. Your cheeks heat at the intimacy of his touch, a small gasp escaping you as he breathes, “I wish you could keep it inside.”

You could always fill me up again, you think wistfully.

“Me too, Geonwoo,” you murmur instead.

You're alone in the shower letting the water run over your face so you can pretend you're not crying when you hear the door open. Geonwoo peeks his head around the edge of the curtain with a hopeful grin and asks, "Can I join you?"

You hold back a sniffle and nod, smiling weakly and stepping away from the spray so he has room to climb in. He does so gracefully, solid on his feet and confident in his balance, before turning to face you and taking you in his arms. He pulls you into a hug, your naked bodies pressed together under the warm rush of water, and you melt against him, your arms winding around his neck and your knees deciding to go on break.

"Do you think, maybe, I could, um, take you out on a date sometime? Like... as soon as possible?" He whispers into your neck, just loud enough for you to hear him over the shower.

Your heart stops, thumps one, two, three times, and then starts racing.

"I'm free right now."

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ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES - SYNASTRY

Man's Mars square a woman's Venus/Klett asteroid- 2199 can show us that the man will have "problems" at 1st with "getting it in", because the woman is 2tight/he's 2big🍆. He’ll HAVE to get her REALLY wet in the beginning🏄‍♂️, and even after that, it will still take some time before it starts "2fit", without hurting. Woman's Sun conjunct a man's Mars shows us that the man will be turned on by the woman's conscious persona/how her ego represents herself. He can get off by the woman talking about herself2/being "Self absorbed"💅🏼.

Man's Moon square a woman's Venus/Klett asteroid - 2199 can show us that the man cannot "satisfy the woman's sexual needs/desires. He will not pick up on what the woman needs to be pleased/pleasured🆘.

Man's Mars square a woman's Uranus shows us that the man wants the woman to "try out" his sexual fantasies, but the woman will end up blowing up/ghosting him after some time, because she really doesn't want to do em, but does them anyway. She will be willing to try all these different things, but will end up crossing her own boundaries 2satisfy him🙄😑. That’s when she’ll “blow up”/or “disappear”, without a word.

Lust asteroid - 4386 square North Node/South Node = The lust person's desires/sexual fantasies are meant to create friction when it comes to the Node person's "path in this life&Karma - NN"/safe space&Karma- SN". It creates tensions, because they do not fit each other. Karma “being served” to Node person, from a past life. No matter what the lust persons fantasies are = it will always feel wrong to Node person, but it’s something they have 2 go through with Lust person, because of karma. They'll always have problems, when it comes 2 the lust persons sexual needs. Node person will always have alarm bells ringing🔔.

BML SQUARE JUPITER = Can cause the JUPITER PERSON 2 GIVE SEXUAL DISEASES 2 LILITH PERSON!! I've seen it many times, &Jupiter doesn't own up 2 it 90% of the time😵‍💫 .

Man's Sun conjunct a woman's Lilith asteroid - 1181 = he taught her how2 fuck/how to please him sexually, but he also gave her sexual trauma while “teaching her” 💔. Mars conjunct/trine/sextile Neptune = sex on drugs. Being high/drunk together while doing sexual activities🍁🥃.

A man's Dick asteroid - 17458 conjunct a woman's Fama asteroid - 408 = the woman will gossip about the mans dick quite literally - good or bad. She will talk about it openly to other people. They can also talk about it 2gether, the man and the woman but she WILL talk about to others2. Maybe not when they're 2gether, but she will after🥇🥈🥉. A woman's Klett asteroid - 2199 conjunct a man's Fama asteroid - 408 = exactly the same as above, just vice versa baby.

A man's Dick asteroid - 17458 conjunct/trine a woman's MC = everyone that "knows her/hears about her" will know she's fucking him/has been with him sexually - could be anything sexual tho, it just have to be something regarding his dick obv🍌🤗. can also show a "public work relationship" ofc, if u get what i mean📹💰.

A woman's klett asteroid - 2199 conjunct/trine a man's MC = same as above, just vice versa again💜.

Cumming asteroid - 14348 conjunct Vertex = the asteroid person will give the Vertex person an otherworldly orgasmn/or multiple🥇. Fated indeed🫦.

Lust asteroid - 4386 conjunct Webb asteroid - 3041 = Lust person is sexually attracted 2 the webb persons persona/photos/videos online. If lust person sees webb person online at 1st, without knowing them = they will be immediately sexually attracted2them. BUT it doesn't mean sexual attraction from Lust person 2 webb person in real life tho🧑🏻‍💻🎥📱.

A man's Lust asteroid - 4386 conjunct/trine a woman's Black Moon Lilith = the man is sexually attracted2 the woman because of the "freedom" she gives, and her openness about her sexuality. He's turned on by the way she stands in her power, and won't "give in". He’s also attracted to her because of her struggles/because of where&how she feels left outside alone🖤.

A man's Venus conjunct a woman's Klett asteroid - 2199 = he's in love with her 😼, the way it looks, and the way it feels✌️💋 .

A woman's Venus conjunct a man's Dick asteroid - 17458 = same as above, just vice versa💜.

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Albino Snake🐍

Lucifer x Human!fem!reader

Alastor kinda reminds me of Dr. Facilier

A/n: I want to cry. I accidentally posted this🥲

You found a cute little albino snake. You named him Apple.

Soft Lucifer

Part 1 > Part 2

You love your home New Orleans.

The streets are filled with jazz and Happy people dancing around. It brought a smile up of your face.

It’s been so long when the streets were this filled. A big number of murders started to rise in New Orleans. Everybody stayed at home, especially you.

News spread quickly that the Series Killer got killed by a hunter. The Hunter thought he was a deer and gave him a shot right in the middle of his skull.

The days that were cold and dull started to gain color again. And your live just became more stressful.

Back to two jobs and a small apartment.

You worked in two Restaurants only to fulfill your dream. You want to live that dream you and you father talked about from morning to dawn. Sadly, he’ll not be able to see you reach this dream.

You’re almost there, just a couple more shifts. Just a few weeks of hard work.

You groaned when your alarm clock started ringing in your ear. Exhausted you pressed your hand onto the alarm.

You yawned and stretched your body; a small cracking sound emits from your bone, and you sigh in relief.

“Next shift here I come!”

As usual people side eyed you when you past them with a tray of food. Working in gastronomy is hard.

Terrible chef, terrible co-workers and even worse the customers. Your chief always tormented you that you'll never reach that dream. That it was useless. You are born poor and you stay poor, especially for a woman.

But that never lets you down. Then you'll be the first woman who'll reach the top without marrying off to a rich man.

The ring bell tuned, and your rich friend Charlotte and her father walked happily into the small business.

Charlotte smiled brightly at you when she saw you. “Y/n! There you are! I have an important question to ask you.” You laughed softly at her antics. she always was always so outgoing and a bright soul.

“Of course.” Charlotte squealed and was quick to grab her father's purse. “Do you think you can make some beignets? You’ll get paid off, of course.” Without even waiting for your answer, she pushed couple hundred dollars into your chest and ran out of the store without even touching the beignets.

Charlotte already paid and it wasn't rare that this happens. All your attention was now on the money in your hand.

With this money it’s more than enough to buy the restaurant you and your father always dreamed about.

Soft tears pearled down on your face and your boss mouth was wide open in shock. “Huh… Wait… WHAT?!”

When you shift was done you were quick to make a visit to the former sugar farmhouse.

The house was pretty worn down but that didn’t hold you back. You swung around the house humming a soft tune as you imagined how the place will look in the future.

"I'm almost there~..."

A soft clink echoed through the hollow place, bringing you back to reality. Scared you looked around you. Maybe a mouse?

Following the clinking sound, you saw a small snake hurt in a water cup. The snake looked up to you with soft red eyes. The white scales reminded you of pure untouched snow.

The snake was probably an albino.

You spread out your hand and took the little injured creator in your hand. Your heart swelled when the little snake slithered up to your wrist embracing it softly.

Its red eyes never left yours and you patted his head slightly.

The Snake watches as you walked stressed out up and down through your little room. A small bandage adorned its little tummy and a small bow tie was around his head.

To say he was embarrassed was an understatement. But the way how happy you applied the little bowtie on his head was giving him pure joy. So, he didn't protest.

When you finally looked at the small clock that was on your room wall you gasp at the time. You grabbed your little purse and the beignets for the little costume party.

Theme: Kingdom.

The snake you named apple slithered up to your neck. It looked like a designer necklace, and you loved it.

You stood unmoving in one of the stands from the party. The landlord of the place where you found him was informing you that someone pays way more than you do.

Your whole body feels like it's going to crumble. You were so close to that dream. You were so close to making your father proud.

All those years for nothing?

Apple looked up to you and he saw the face of pure despair and sadness. His heart broke when you ran towards the landlord in despair. Tears were pouring down your face as you shouted the landlord’s name.

You were close to a panic attack. Apple rested softly on your neck like a scarf. He tried to comfort you in any way.

A woman with a wine glass in her hand accidentally pours the wine onto your dress and Apple hissed at the sudden wetness.

When you turned to look for the landlord he was nowhere to be found. And for the first time you really felt defeated.

Your legs under you gave up and everything around you started to mix in one black hole.

Charlotte hugged you from behind when she saw your broken state. Charlotte dragged you along with her when she looked at the damage on your dress.

She gave you a new dress your mother had designed for her.

A gorgeous flowing dress that beats every physics. A little Tiana was on your head and the color matched perfect with your skin color.

Apple watched with an immense blush on his scales.

You look so pretty in this dress.

You plumped softly onto the bed where apple was laying. He laid under your chin cuddling into your heat. "Oh Apple. I don't know what to do." You whined as soon as those words left you.

“I can help.” As soon as you heard Apple talk you shot up, falling with full force onto the hard floor.

Red mist covered the whole room and in front of you stood a man with white skin, red eyes and royalty looking clothes.

His smirk was large, and he held an apple cane in one of his hand. “Do you trust me princess?”

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Heyy can you do a dark rbr seb fic where the reader is part of the Red Bull team as an assistant to the media team, Seb is just very infatuated with her, and the reader is very close to everyone including Mark and one day the reader just had a long night of paperwork and she just keeps yawning all day and Mark told her to go sleep it off in his drivers room since he doesn't mind, and seb is wondering where she went and his team told him that she was napping in Marks room and he just gets mad but composes himself and he goes to Marks drivers room seeing you bundled up in blankets and he carries you back to his own room and when you wake up Seb is just there holding you caressing your hair telling you that when you want or need something you should go to him not other people. And that rings alarm bells for you and you try to avoid him but he always manages to get you always in the place where he always wants you to be which is with him. CONGRATS ON THE 4K FOLLOWERS!

It's horrible to keep yawning throughout the meeting. Mark was sitting next to you, as you were his assistant for media and were glued to his side. Mark kept casting you looks, hand going behind your back to rub your neck.

"Y/n, why don't you go take a nap in my driver's room?" Mark asks, fingers playing with the ends of your hair. Dropping your head you groan from his fingers working into the back of your skull. "I shouldn't." You grumble, but with each passing moment his fingers rub the more your eyes grow heavy.

"Come on love, go to my room and sleep." He whispers, ghosting your cheek with a kiss which has you smiling. Making your way to the room, you let some of your coworkers know where you'll be in case they need you for something. You step into the room taking a deep breath loving the smell of Mark's aftershave.

Going to the small bed you grab one of his blankets, laying down you wrap it tight around your body. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

"Hey?" Sebastian yells, irritated with the fact that he can't find you. He's been searching for what it seemed like hours. "Have you seen Y/n?" He tries to control his frantic behavior in trying to find you, but one of your friends can tell he's desperate.

"Yeah, she said something about sleeping and Mark." The friend waves him off rushing to finish what they're doing. Seb feels this white rage turning and kicking the wall hard, the spot folding with ease leaving a hole. "Fucker." Sebastian growls, pulling his foot out of the wall as he composes himself heading to Mark's room.

He fully expects Mark to be in the room, maybe trying to convince you out on a date. Sebastian made the mistake of telling Mark he likes you and ever since then, Mark's been making his move. Pushing open the door he stutters to a stop, seeing you curled up on the bed fast asleep.

Sebastian doesn't even think it through when he picks you up with such ease as he walks you back to his room down the hall.

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It's the fingers playing with your hair that has you sighing and leaning into the pillow even more. "Mark, stop." You whisper, the fingers still but then tug a little harder. "Don't ask Mark for anything, you should always ask me." You sit up fast, scrambling away from Sebastian. "I have to go." His smile turns into a frown as he watches you rush out of the room.

Ever since then you run into Sebastian all the time. Staring at you or leaving you little gifts for you, it creeps you out as you've started to stick closer to Mark. Mark just smiles telling you that Sebastian has a crush on you and that it's harmless. Yeah just harmless

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Every Now and Then - ch. two

[ And if You Only Hold Me Tight ]

pairing : joel miller x f!reader, platonicsoulmate!tommy & f!reader

word count : 9.3k

summary : you spend some time tommy, you spent some time with joel.

tags/warnings : 18+ mdni, angst, canon typical violence, language, panic attacks, violence, injury, wounds, possessive behavior, toxic relationships, animal death, i probs missed some i never know how to tag so lmk if i misses anything !!

a/n : this took so long and i dont even know it its good so i'm deeply sorry about that.

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Now - JACKSON, WYOMING : 2023

“It’s nice to meet you Ellie.” You hold your hand out across the table to her, offering your own name up in the process, noticing an incredulous look in her eyes as you say it. Of course she doesn’t shake it, you’ve worked with enough survivors her age to know how they think.

She doesn’t trust any of this, and you can’t blame her. Every single thing she’s seen since arriving here is too good to be true, she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. That’s okay, you can be patient. She just needs to learn how to be a kid again. When she makes no attempt to move you pull your hand back, your smile never wavering. You’ve met kids in much worse condition than this, you can work with this.

“Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself, Ellie.” You set the notebook you’d been writing in back down onto the table, you don’t want this to feel like an interrogation for her, it needs to be a conversation or you won’t get any of the information you need.

“Like what?” She’s slouched down into the chair, her arms crossed across her chest. She has her defenses up, she has spent her entire life protecting herself, she isn’t going to stop just because a stranger offered her a mug of tea. A mug of tea that she has notably not touched.

“Anything you want to, or I could ask some specifics if you’d like.” You take a sip of your own tea, hoping it might show her it’s safe. She only hums in response, you decide it might be for the best if you just ask her what you need to know. “Let’s start with a few easy ones, how old are you?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“We need to assess your health, what classes you’ll be put in, if you’ll be needing any feminine products. I promise, anything I ask is for your own good.” Seeing kids like Ellie is a painful reminder of just how lucky your own little ones are, it’s a wonder she made it this far. You can’t hold her skepticism against her, her distrust is why she’s still alive. “Would it help if we brought your father in? He’s just down the hall with Maria.” You aren’t sure why, you typically handle every stray but she had insisted on helping you out today. She’d spewed some sort of excuse about how Ellie might need some special attention but as far as you can tell she’s in the same state that most kids are in when they arrive.

“He’s not my dad.” She’s quick to say it, as if it’s a sore subject.

“May I ask his relation to you then?” Maria had told you she arrived with her father, you were told to expect one teenage girl and one man in his fifties.

“He’s… my friend?” She sounds unsure, unsure enough to ring alarm bells in your head.

“Honey, are you in a safe situation? We can help you if you need-” She doesn’t even let you finish your question before sitting up straighter.

“No, no, no, gross, it’s not like that, he’s not like that.” The look of disgust on her face brings you immense relief, this world is full of enough horrors for a young woman to face.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.” Even if she hasn’t been through that, she hasn’t had it easy, no one has. But there’s something distinct in her eyes. Loss. She’s seen more than enough of it, more than anyone her age should. Her eyes keep darting to the door, her head tilts in that direction every time someone walks by. She’s worried about her companion. She doesn’t want to lose him too. “I know none of this makes sense, and you have no reason to trust me but I need you to try Ellie. And if I ask you anything you aren’t comfortable with then you don’t have to answer but I need you to try, please. The faster we finish up here, the faster you can get back to your friend.”

She takes a moment, you’re practically holding your breath when she finally nods.

Perfect, you can work with a nod. You love a nod, a nod is all you need to help this girl.

“Let’s start with your age again.”

“Fourteen.” You’ll have to have a menstruation kit sent to whatever house they put her in, most people’s cycles start being regular once after a few months in Jackson.

“Thank you.” All you get is another nod yet you can’t help but smile. “Do you know where you were born?”

“No.” Her eyes are trained on your shoes, occasionally darting around the room but staying low for the most part.

“Where did you grow up?”

“The QZ.” The thought makes you sick for several reasons. The last place a child should grow up is the streets of a quarantine zone, even if she was in the FEDRA program it wouldn’t have been easy. The thought of any QZ still makes you queasy, even after this long.

“Which one?” Anywhere but Boston.

“Boston.” Of course. With your luck she would be. Someone’s far from home.

“FEDRA program?” As terrible as they are, they always keep the kids' vaccinations up to date, one less thing for you to worry about.

“Mhmm.”

“How old were you when you left?”

“Fourteen.” How the hell did she make it to Jackson all the way from Boston in such a short period of time? Why come to Jackson at all? There’s certainly other QZ’s between here and there, there’s probably other settlements too.

“Can I ask why you left?” It’s not a question you need to ask but your stomach is in knots at the mention of the Boston QZ and you can’t help yourself.

“I’d rather you didn’t.” Something flashes across her face, she isn’t trying to be rude, she simply doesn’t want to talk about it.

“That’s fine.” You don’t need to worry about it. She doesn’t know him. There’s no reason for her to know him. QZ’s house hundreds, if not thousands, of people. There’s no reason to spiral over nothing. “Do you have any allergies that you’re aware of?”

“Nope.” She makes a popping sound on the “P” as she leans back in the chair, trying to look relaxed despite how on edge she still is. You decide not to put anymore pressure on her, it won’t do you any good.

“How are you feeling physically? Any symptoms of illness?”

“Like infection?” You have to stifle a laugh, if she was infected the two of you certainly wouldn’t be sitting here right now.

“I’m not worried about that, I mean something more like a runny nose or a cough.”

“Oh. No.”

“Any skills in particular you’d like to learn? Our school system is a little less traditional than what you probably had with FEDRA.”

“I like science.” She sits up a bit, good, you’ve found something that piques her interest.

“Then I will make sure you’re enrolled in some science classes. But I meant skills like agriculture, construction, or veterinary care. Something you could learn about that interests you. You won’t be asked to help out around town until you’re sixteen but we like to let you explore different things to see what you like-”

“Could I learn how to shoot a gun?” She leans forward before you can finish your thought.

“You could apprentice some of the hunters, we could also have you trained for patrol and scavenging which involves gun safety and training courses. You’re a bit young for those but I’m sure I could ”

“Really?” You can tell by the inflection in her voice that she still doesn’t trust you entirely, even if she’s excited.

“Of course, you’ll probably be the youngest student in the training class but I’m sure you can handle it.” She needs something good in her life. You want to protect everyone who finds their way to Jackson but this girl makes your heart ache. Most adults you’ve worked with aren’t able to hold themselves together this long, putting on a brave face despite everything.

“Do you like burgers?” You almost cringe as you say it, hoping she’s had food outside of the synthetic shit FEDRA produces.

“I guess?”

“I’m having a little cookout tomorrow evening once everyone’s finished their work, it’ll be small, just me and some family but you’re welcome to join. You can bring your friend, I have two little ones you can play with. They might be a little younger than your usual friends but I promise they’re great company.” You swear she almost smiles, and suddenly you just want to make this poor kid smile. “You know, I’ve got a telescope in my garage, so if you stop by it’s all yours.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely, I’ve never even touched the thing so maybe you can put it to good use. Let me write down the house description for you, it isn’t too far from this building, you can stop in whenever you want tomorrow. There’s an empty house across the street as well, maybe I could show it to you, see if you like it.” You pencil it down, tearing the paper and handing it to her. This isn’t something you’d typically do but you can’t resist an opportunity to help her feel more at home here.

“Yeah, I mean that would be great.”

“Perfect.” You lean back in your chair. “What sort of hobbies interest you?” You’ll be in charge of putting together a welcome basket for her since Maria has marked her down as a permanent occupant.

“Reading, I like comics. And I used to draw a lot in the QZ.” Perfect, books are easy to find since Jackson was built around a small library.

“Okay then, I think that’s all I need from you for now but I’ll be around soon once you get housing settled. You can go join Maria and your friend if you’d like, I have to figure out what house we’re going to put you two in but I’ll be stopping by later with a few things for you.” That actually isn’t all you need from her, there are more questions on your mind, one specific question. Ask her what his name is.

“Thanks.” She stands, quickly heading towards the exit as you grab your notebook, you need to make a list of everything they’ll be needing.

You shouldn’t. If by some stroke of misfortune you’re right this question will only serve to destroy everything you’ve worked so hard to push away. You shouldn’t.

But you do.

Before she’s out the door you call out her name, you don’t want to know, but you have to.

“Ellie, what’s your friend's name?”

You found the treehouse two months after you found Jackson.

With tears streaming down your face you had dropped the twins off at Maria’s, mumbling apologies before going to the edge of town, a large amount of Jackson was empty, and still is. They’re planning for the future. Someday, generations from now, the town will grow and they’ll use these houses to accommodate families. But for now it’s just an empty town, one that you realized had a treehouse. You had hidden yourself away there, curling up into a ball to become as small as possible.

Tommy had found you hours later, shivering, with no more tears left to cry. And he hadn’t chastised you or asked you why you’d done it, he’d just taken your hand and walked you home. It doesn’t take him hours this time, only about thirty minutes according to your watch. You hear the crunch of his boots, the walking pattern you recognize as his, and the creak of the boards as he pushes the hatch open before sliding up into the small space with you.

Before he speaks you’re already reaching for him, desperate to cling to some kind of familiar safety.

“Hey darlin’.” It’s a dance you two do, fluid and instinctual as he pulls you into his arms, you slot yourself between his bent legs as he wraps himself around you. You used to sit like this when you couldn’t find shelter on snowy nights, one of the many habits you had trouble breaking when you found Jackson. Maria would never ask you to change your relationship with him, it was a decision you had made with Tommy when he told you he wanted to marry her. A part of you just sort of knew she didn’t like it, so you stopped. And you’d never hold that against her, if the roles were reversed you certainly wouldn’t be as kind as she’s been. That’s why you’ve always loved Maria, since the first day you met her she has been like a sister, patient but blunt with you.

Except in this one instance.

She withheld some particularly important information.

“The twins?” You lay back against him as you mumble.

“Maria’s watching them. They’re helping her make dinner, you shoulda’ seen them in the kitchen. I swear she’s the only person they listen…” His voice trails off when he feels you tensing up all over again as you go back to fighting off tears.

A silence falls between you, familiar and reminiscent of your first few days together out in the woods. And just like back then, you’re the one to break it.

“Have you seen him yet?” The words feel small and hoarse in your throat.

“No. Couldn’t bring myself to.” He rests his chin on your shoulder, you wish you could find comfort in any of this but there’s just too much dread. Too much unease fills your stomach to relax.

“Does he know you’re here?” You wish your voice didn’t tremble so much.

“Maria didn’t tell him.”

“Are we sure it’s even him?”

“Not a lot of Joel Millers walking around during the apocalypse.” It’s like he can sense your skepticism as he quickly continues. “She said he looked like a Miller.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Like me but grayer.” Fair enough.

“Does he know I’m here?” There’s no way. He couldn’t.

“No.”

“Good.”

“Can’t stay that way forever.” You know that. But you don’t have anything to say about it so you move on, and redirect the anger that mixes with your confusion and fear.

“Why didn’t she tell us?” He can’t take your side in this, as much as you want him to, he has to take her side because her’s is the rational one. Do you have a side? Can you be mad at her for this? Are there even sides?

“Probably because she knew we’d react like this.” His head tilts a bit to rest against your own. You’re thankful for this position so you don’t have to look him in the eye.

“She should have told us.” You’re trying to remain calm but your voice is pitching up higher by the minute.

“She was going to, she just didn’t know how. She thought she had more time”

You need to relax. It feels like your heart is going to burst from your chest and you’re certain Tommy feels it too.

“How did he find us?” He wouldn’t have been looking for you specifically, unless he had a death wish.

“On accident, I think. Maria said he was looking for me when they found him.” That makes sense. It’s just a coincidence that you’re also here. He has no way of knowing that you even know Tommy. How he managed to locate him is another matter.

“We’re two thousand miles away from the QZ, how the fuck did he find you?”

“He always gets what he wants.”

You can’t argue with that. Plain and simple, you don’t need much more than that.

“I don’t want to see him.” An impossible request, but you make it anyway.

“We both know that isn’t possible.”

“Tell her to send him away.” Also unlikely.

“You know she can’t do that, we don’t turn folks away from Jackson.”

“Then I’ll leave.”

“Like hell you will.” There is no fight in his voice, just certainty as he holds you a little tighter. Not without me. The silent promise that lingers under his words, but it’s more complicated than that now, you have two toddlers and he has a wife, there is no running away from this. No running away from him

He’s inevitable.

It doesn’t matter if the world ends, and you run halfway across the country, Joel Miller is inevitable.

“He’s got a kid.” You mumble as you reach for his hand, entwining your fingers with his. You hadn’t realized how cold you were until you felt the warmth of his skin against yours.

He scoffs. “He’s got two.”

“Another kid, some girl. He brought her here all the way from Boston.”

He shifts a bit, clearly confused. “Why?”

“I was hoping you’d know, it isn’t exactly in his nature to help the needy.”

He pauses for a moment. “Well, I mean, how old is she?”

“Fourteen.”

“Well there’s your reason, Sarah was fourteen.”

Sarah.

A girl you know very little about other than the fact that she’s your daughter's namesake. Sarah Ruth Miller. It had been Tommy’s idea, you had only picked out a name for a boy and you owed Tommy everything for keeping you alive that long, so when he asked if he could pick his niece's middle name you’d been more than happy to oblige.

It hadn’t been Joel who told you about Sarah, he never even told you he had a kid.

Tommy had told you about it just before the twins were born. You’d been snowed into a cabin and he’d just returned from hunting with a grin on his face as he told you he had a surprise. You couldn’t sleep, between the cold and the pain in your lower back you were just too uncomfortable most nights. Tommy always insisted on staying up to keep you company even if he ended up falling asleep most of the time.

That night he told you about how he lost his niece on outbreak day as he skinned the fox he’d caught in one of his traps as you sat beside him in front of the crumbling fireplace. When he finished the story he held up the pelt and told you he was going to make your babies first blanket with it.

Of course at the time neither of you knew that he would have to make a second blanket, or that he would need to do it a month sooner than either of you had planned.

“I invited him to dinner tomorrow.” No sense in hiding the fact from him, he’ll find out either way.

“What?” His hand tightens around yours and it’s your turn to comfort him as your thumb rubs circles against the tense skin.

“Ellie- the kid, I invited her before I knew about Joel. Even told her she could bring him.” You almost laugh at how ridiculous it all sounds now. Of course you invited him to dinner completely by accident, sounds like something you would do.

“Then why don’t we just get it over with?” Or you could leave, brave the Wyoming wilderness with your kids and his wife and make a run for it, far, far, away from Joel Miller.

But you can’t do that.

So you might as well get it over with.

“Together?” You bring his hand up to your face to warm the icy skin of your cheek.

“Together.”

He means it. He stays with you until the next day, walking you back into town and bringing you to his house. Maria starts apologizing the second the two of you walk through the door but you just hug her. She doesn’t owe you anything, any anger you thought you felt towards her was misplaced.

And you all settle in for the night.

On particularly bad nights you’ll spend the night at their house. It’s been happening less and less these last few months but it’s an unspoken decision tonight as Maria brings down sleeping bags from the attic for the kids.

You tuck the kids in by the fireplace, hoping that they don’t catch the vacant look in your eyes as you kiss their foreheads. Thankfully they both seem to be too excited about having a living room campout to notice. You hear hushed whispers from the kitchen, it sounds like an argument so you just sit on the couch, wrapping a blanket around yourself as you stare out the window facing the street.

What house did she put them in? There are a few options for temporary housing, but he could be anywhere. The thought makes you nauseous. Thankfully you’re distracted when you eventually hear Maria stomping up the stairs followed by a sigh from the kitchen before Tommy joins you on the couch.

“Everything all right?” You mumble, hoping to not wake the kids as you offer up some of the blanket to him.

“It will be.”

God you hope so.

“How do you wanna do this?”

Good question.

Preferably you wouldn’t be doing this at all, instead you would be enjoying what might be the last nice day before autumn sets in entirely. You, Arthur, Ruth, Tommy, and Maria. You’d still be happy if Ellie came over by herself but that’s so unlikely you don’t even consider it an option. Joel’s too protective and you confirmed with Maria that Ellie would be coming. He won’t let her go alone, you know that better than anyone.

You rub the back of your neck with your freehand. “The kids stay inside with Maria.” Ruth is already there, helping her aunt with the salad as Arthur sits in your lap, playing with a few stones he’s set up on the picnic table.

“Okay.” Tommy’s biting his nails, you’d spent weeks reprimanding him about that until he broke the habit.

Your knee starts bouncing, a nervous habit of your own that you’ve had for as long you can remember. Thankfully Arthur simply hums to himself as you bounce him. As far as you can tell neither one of the twins knows something is wrong, you can only hope it stays that way.

“We can wait for them out here, I can ask Ellie to go in and help Maria with the kids.”

“And then?”

You frown in contemplation. “I haven’t planned that far ahead.”

“So you didn’t plan for the most important part?”

“Did you?”

His teeth shift when you ask, biting down hard enough to split his nail lower than he intended. You watch as blood blooms there while he curses under his breath.

“Shit, go inside and grab a bandage, they’re in the cabinet above the sink.” He stands as you wave him towards the house, he brings his thumb to his mouth, his brow furrowed. “And bring Maria and Ruth out with you when you come back so we can go over everything with her.” He nods, humming in response before he disappears behind the screen door.

“Is Uncle Tommy okay?” When you look down you’re met with a worried look plastered on your son's face. You instinctively cup his face with your hand, using your thumb to smooth out the wrinkle between his brows. He looks too much like his father when he does that.

“He’s okay, love. He’s just gotta go get your Aunt and Ruth.” You lean down, kissing his forehead before turning to set him down next to you.

“Okay, Mama.” He seems satisfied with your response as he gives your leg a little pat before running off towards the edge of the yard. You’ve got a patch of rocks and gravel the kids like to dig through. You turn to watch him, with your back now leaning against the picnic table as he crouches down, examining the ground before finding a suitable stone. Clutching it in his hand he rushes back to you, holding it up for your approval.

“Very pretty, thank you.” You take it from him with a smile, setting it behind you on the table with the rest of them. He repeats the process several times, staring down at the ground, scrutinizing each rock before bringing the ones he deems good enough over to you. You give appropriate oo’s and ah’s to each one, grateful for the brief peace your son is able to give you. He carries on with this for sometime, until you have a sizable pile of rocks beside you.

He leaves, and he returns, dozens of times until he decides not to return to the patch of gravel.

You thank him for the speckled stone he hands you now but instead of running back across the yard he squints, staring up at your expression.

“What’s wrong?” He hops up onto the bench next to you, grabbing the sleeve of your shirt and bunching it up in his little fist as you give him a soft smile.

“Nothing’s wrong, hon.” You ruffle his hair a bit but he doesn’t seem convinced.

“Why’d you make a mad face then? Uncle Tommy too.”

So much for the kids being clueless, they’ve always been too smart for their own good.

Shit.

You sigh, looking up at the clouds briefly before looking back down at him.

No sense in lying to him. “You know how Uncle Tommy has a brother?” You wrap an arm around him, pulling him close.

His face scrunches up a bit as he thinks. “Yeah…” He doesn’t sound entirely convinced as you give him a reassuring smile.

“Well, we don’t really- we don’t always get along with Uncle Tommy’s brother, and he’s gonna be visiting us soon.”

“Why?”

“He’s in Jackson for a little bit, and he came a long way to get here-”

“No Mama, why don’t you like him?”

This is a conversation you had hoped to have with your children when they’re older. Preferably it would be one you wouldn’t have to have at all, but it’s just another unavoidable part of Joel. They’re already old enough to ask questions, it started when kids in their class began asking if Tommy was their dad. Which of course led to the twins asking you one night just before bed the same question.

“No love, he’s your uncle, who told you that?” You don’t want that rumor going around, people already talk about it, it doesn’t help that they both bear a resemblance to him.

“No one, Annie asked us.” Your daughter answers as you brush some of her hair behind her ear. You recognize the name, it’s a girl in their daycare class.

“And what did you tell her?”

“That we just got a mom.” Ruth answers but Arthur picks up the second she’s finished speaking.

“Do we have a dad?” He tilts his head to the side as you swallow loudly.

“Yes, you do.”

“Where?” Ruth asks.

Last you’d heard he was in Boston.

“I’m not sure.” They turn and look at each other before turning in unison towards you, you should have known they wouldn’t take that answer. “We lived together for a little while, in New York, and then we got separated.” None of that means anything to either of them but it’s an answer, which is better than nothing.

Arthurs tiny hand squeezes yours, pulling you back into reality. You often wonder if they know when you’re lost in a memory, he looks up at you curiously. What did you do to deserve such a patient child?

You take a moment to think of a way to phrase it. “We… got into a fight. A long time ago.”

“About what?”

“Grown up stuff.” Your heartbeat quickens, you don’t want him to know about all that, he’s too little, you need to end this conversation.

“What kin-“ When he starts another line of questioning you poke at his sides, sliding him off the bench in a fit of giggles.

“Time to go inside, nosy little man.” You follow after him as he rushes away, brown hair that’s just starting to curl at the ends falling into his eyes as he runs away from the house.

You catch up to him within a few steps, scooping him up and cradling him like a baby. He lets out a high pitched shriek until you squish your face into his cheek, kissing the rosy skin until he quiets down to a few small giggles.

“Your aunt needs some help in the kitchen, you’re gonna go play with her and your sister now.” He nods as he squirms in your arms until he’s more comfortable, wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his chin on your shoulder as you walk him back towards the house.

He’s gonna need a nap soon, which means Ruth is gonna need a nap soon. Maybe you should try and get them both down before everything else happens.

Right on cue, Tommy pushes open the door with Ruth on his hip, Maria not far behind him. Based on the smiles they’re both sporting you can assume they’ve made up. They always do.

“I think it might be time for these two to head inside.” Tommy gives you a soft smile and for a single second you get to pretend that everything’s fine. Maria takes a lighter towards the grill, trying to light it as you go to stand next to Tommy, the twins both grinning at each other.

In your own little bubble, everything is completely fine, and you’re with your family.

And at the end of your single perfect second the bubble is popped. It all happens before you’re ready, although you doubt you could ever really be ready for this.

Maria pockets her lighter, mumbling something about going inside to look for matches after a few unsuccessful attempts. You set Arthur down, nudging him in her direction, he quickly runs towards her, taking her hand as she begins to make her way back towards the house. Tommy wraps his free hand around your shoulder. Giving you a reassuring squeeze as you rest your head against him to stare at your little girl.

“We’ve got this.” He gives you another squeeze but you’re struggling to find safety in it. He’s always been the strong one, the confrontational one. He’s got this. You don’t. You tilt your head to stare at him when Ruth’s gaze goes from your face to his but your head snaps to the side when you hear your name called.

Everyone looks up. The twins, Maria, Tommy, and you, as Ellie walks around the side of the house and waves at you. The sound of your name makes the man walking behind her look as well, his all too familiar scowl scanning the yard, softening into a look of disbelief when his eyes settle on you.

Then - NEW YORK CITY, QUARANTINE ZONE : 2019

“I don’t like havin’ you out there on your own. I worry too much.” He mumbles the words against the back of your neck as he tightens his hold around your waist. At some point the two of you had stopped pretending you’d wake up any other way and just went to bed like this. “Stay here, angel.”

You’re so comfortable you almost consider it, but you ran out of cards last week and you’re cleared for work as of today. “I have to go if I want to sign up for any of the well paying shifts, Joel.” You peel his arms off of you, sitting up as he matches your movements.

“Don’t sign up for that shit, it’s always somethin’ stupid or dangerous.” His voice is low and thick with sleep as he wraps his arms back around you. “If you need somethin’ I’ll get it for you.” He hasn’t shaved in a few weeks, his coarse facial hair rubs against your shoulder as he murmurs.

Who knew big, scary Joel Miller could be so clingy.

The most surprising part of your relationship, if you could even call it that, with Joel is just how needy he is. You don’t have any problems with it, it’s just a bit of a shock. Although maybe needy isn’t the right word.

Protective.

You’ve left the apartment two times in total since moving in with Joel, both times you insisted on needing air much to his dismay. He accompanied you around the block without a word the first time. The second time was the same, the only difference was that you stopped to buy a small bag of buttons, Joel had frowned as you made small talk with the older man sitting behind the table before rushing you home.

“You could have just told me you needed buttons.” He grumbles as he holds the door open for you as you make your way to the kitchen table, taking a seat as you take his flannel off of you, the sight of your tattered sports bra serves as a reminder of how badly you need to get back to work once you’re cleared.

“I don’t need buttons, you do. Every shirt you own is missing at least one.” You laid the shirt down on the table, pointing to the drawer next to the sink. “Get me the sewing kit.” His frown deepens but he does as you say before sitting down across from you.

Reaching across the table he sets the box down beside you, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Still, you should have just asked me.”

You open the small tin, unspooling a bit of thread. “I needed to go outside for a few minutes, it’s stuffy in here.”

“We could have opened a window.” He grumbles under his breath as you grin, holding the thread between your teeth while sliding the other end through the needle.

“It’s not the same and you know it.” You mumble through your teeth before releasing the thread and setting the needle down. You pour the buttons out onto the table, searching for one that best matches the beige of the buttons on the flannel. Eventually his hand encompasses your own as he guides you to one that’s a slightly different shape but matches the color perfectly. “Thank you.” You give him a teasing smile as you place it over the frayed threads where its predecessor once was.

That was a week ago and you haven’t been outside since but when Joel went to get the mail from downstairs he brought you a notice from the doctor that you were cleared to return to work today. Despite his protests you start to push the blanket off of you but he’s quick to pull it right back up into place.

“Stay, please.” He continues to hum against your skin.

“I need the money, Joel.” You turn to look at him, his usual morning sulky look seems doubled today.

“How much do you need?” He raises an eyebrow at you as he lets his face fall forward, his forehead resting on yours.

“It’s not like that.” You swear, if you asked him to, he'd find a way to give you the moon and stars, but you hate relying on him for everything, especially after such a long time of being dependent on him. “I just need to work.”

“You don’t need to. You want to.” His breath still smells like whiskey from last night as he gives you an exasperated glare.

“Fine, I want to work. My leg’s fine now, you can barely tell anything was wrong with it. I’ll be okay.” You lean just a bit more towards him, kissing his cheek before sliding out of bed.

You aren’t exactly dating Joel.

Dating seems so trivial during an apocalypse, and you haven’t had any conversations about it. It just sort of happened. You woke up one day and neither one of you wanted to pull away from the other, and it progressed from there. He came home from a job one night and climbed into bed next to you, wrapping himself around you and he kissed your forehead before falling asleep. You still don’t know if he knew you were awake. The next night you’d taken his face in your hands and kissed him, just to see what he’d do, thankfully after a moment of shock he’d kissed you back. And it just became another unspoken part of your life with Joel. He kissed you goodbye when he left to go do the things he refused to tell you about in any detail, and you always greeted him with a kiss when he returned.

But you don’t have sex.

You want to ask him why but you hold your tongue, it’s possible you’re just being impatient or maybe he just wants to wait. So you don’t push it or bring it up because you like how things are with him.

The word boyfriend is not a word that suits Joel.

He isn’t your boyfriend, he’s just sort of, yours.

“Angel, please.” He continues his griping as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Joel, please.” You repeat back at him, trying to mimic his low tone.

“I’m bein’ serious. Things have gotten bad out there recently, too much FEDRA bullshit.”

“It’s always been bad and I’ve always managed, I’ll be fine.” You pull one of his shirts out of the closet, slipping it on, starting to button it as he makes his way to the end of the bed.

“Can we at least talk about this?” He rests his elbows on his knees as he hunches over. The morning haze on his face is gone and is replaced by the stern scowl you’re used to.

“There isn’t anything to talk about. I’ll be careful, there’s nothing to worry about, I’ll see you tonight.” After digging through the dresser drawers you eventually find your only pair of jeans. Once your boots are laced you walk back over to him, standing between his legs and taking his face in your hands.

Staring down into his surprisingly gentle eyes, so dark that in the dim morning light they look pitch black.

God he’s pretty.

Even with that stupid pout of his.

“I’ll see you tonight.” You lean down, placing a kiss on his forehead before pulling away only to be stopped when his grip on your waist tightens.

“Just- wait.” You’re about to push him away with a laugh but his voice cracks just enough to make your smile drop.

You start to speak in a soft tone but you only get one word out. “Joel…”

“Please- I just- I can’t let you go out there and sign up for that shit. There’s jobs that aren’t dangerous, simple stuff.”

“Those jobs pay a few cards at best, hon. I can’t wear your clothes forever, I need new underwear, socks, all sorts of things. And I want to contribute around here, I’ll be okay, I promise.” You push the mess of hair falling across his forehead back as you stare down at him.

He looks so genuinely upset already and you haven’t even left yet, he’s making this far more difficult than you thought it’d be. “I won’t be able to do anything if I don’t know you’re safe. It’s dangerous for both of us, I can’t be distracted like that.” You sigh, long and loud as you drop your hands to your sides.

The more you think about it the more it makes sense. He really does worry too much, and even if you don’t know exactly what he does for work, you know it’s dangerous.

Maybe it won’t be so bad.

“Okay.” You groan.

“You’ll stay?” The corners of his mouth start to raise a bit.

“I’ll do the safer jobs.” The hint of a smile that had been on his face dissipates. “It’s a compromise. You can’t always get everything you want.”

“Fine, come right home after.”

“I will.” With one more kiss he finally lets you go.

So, at Joel’s request, you sign up for the easy jobs.

They’re boring, and generally sort of terrible, and they pay the least, but Joel doesn’t make any further arguments about it. So you keep signing up for them. Typically it’s childcare, or filing documents for FEDRA, or working in the entry level food processing jobs.

Boring, boring, jobs that involve standing around and doing nothing or wrangling kids who don’t deserve to grow up in a place like this. You hate the look on their little faces, they always look too grown up for their ages.

But you put up with it, because at the end of the day you get to go home to Joel, Joel who seems to be in significantly higher spirits ever since you’ve agreed to those specific jobs. So you make it work. He makes it worth the banality of it all, at the end of your first week back to work he surprised you with a large paper bag, grinning like you’d never seen him before. When you unfolded the crumpled bag you were greeted with a mess of fabric, different colors and textures. You poured the contents onto the bed and immediately realized what he’d gotten you. Bras, panties, socks, and two pairs of jeans. It must’ve cost him a fortune and your eyes began to water immediately. You had wrapped your arms around him, barely letting go of him for the rest of the night.

After that it got even easier, eventually you got used to it.

You learned to live with the terrible jobs, and if you wanted anything you couldn’t afford with your meager savings Joel always managed to get it for you, even if you hadn’t told him you’d wanted it in the first place.

You probably would have stayed like that forever if you hadn’t started taking the long way home. Weeks had passed before it happened, you had grown comfortable, vulnerable. Joel always made sure you felt safe and you let your guard down just long enough for something to happen.

Joel had left early that morning, telling you that he was gonna be late, before he kissed you, he was out the door before the sun came up.

Whenever Joel told you he would be late you took the long way home. Winding back alleys that were mostly empty that always led back to the apartment building. It was just a treat for yourself, something to do to fill time that would be spent at home, waiting for him.

You never had any issues or alterations.

Until that afternoon.

Joel will be late.

So the second your shift is over you take the handful of cards and make your way through the city. And just like you’ve done every other time, you look behind you every once and a while but not nearly as much as you should. Because of this, you don’t see him until it’s too late.

It’s a younger man, probably a year or two older than you at most peering around the last corner you turned. Once he knows he’s been seen his pace quickens and instinctively you do the same.

“On the ground!” The second you hear it you pray it’s for someone else, it has to be, you’ve done nothing wrong. You walk faster, hoping to avoid what could be a messy confrontation when the sound of boots slamming on the pavement rushes towards you and you’re forced up against the wall of the alley.

In your peripheral you catch the white text against the black of his uniform.

FEDRA.

Your knees are kicked from under you as he pins your arms behind your back, the force at which your head hits the stone has you dizzy as you try to catch your breath. Too much is happening too quickly, when you finally feel like you can use your voice the wind is knocked out of you as you feel him hit you in the side, hard enough to have you wondering if he broke a rib. The force of the hit makes your knees crumble completely as the officer lets you fall, only giving you enough time to get to your hands and knees before his boot slams into your stomach knocking you onto your side.

Finally, when you roll over onto your back you get a clear look at him. He looks like your average FEDRA officer, the only thing out of place is the unsure look on his face. Your ears are ringing so you barely make out what he says, all you catch is something about thinking you were someone else, before he turns and leaves as if it never happened.

Leaving you alone to clutch your stomach and wonder what just happened, and what you did to deserve that.

You’d never heard of random attacks from FEDRA before. Maybe in other zones, but the city has always been calm as far as that goes. Maybe things really did get worse while your leg was healing.

Joel was right.

That’s all you can think about as you stumble to get to your feet, everything hurts but now is not the time to assess your wounds, you need to get home before something else happens. You manage to hobble up the stairs of the building, nearly collapsing by the time you opened the door.

You feel so stupid.

Joel was right.

It isn’t safe out there, at least not for you. No one fucks with Joel, no one attacks him on the street because they’re afraid of him. No ones afraid of you.

It’s a long couple of hours after that.

Mostly a lot of berating yourself as you try to take in the extent of the damage.

Surprisingly it seems to mostly be surface level. Sure, you’re going to bruise pretty bad and your face got scraped up on the stones but nothing permanent seems to have been inflicted.

Once you’ve showered and slipped into an old shirt of his and a pair of panties you climb into bed, wanting this day to just be over, but you know it isn’t. Right on schedule you hear the lock click as Joel steps through the front door, you hide your face in your pillow.

“What are you still doin’ up? It’s almost midnight.” His voice is a low whisper as you hear the familiar sounds of him kicking off his boots and setting down his things. You hear the outer layer of his clothing hit the floor, you told him a while ago you thought it was gross that he slept in the clothes he wore all day. He started sleeping in his undershirt and boxers after that. “You okay, Darlin’?” The bed shifts as he sits beside you and the second you turn and look at him his jaw twitches. “Christ… what the hell happened? Who did this to you?” He’s managing to stay mostly calm but you’re already worried he’s going to blow.

“It’s nothing, I just had an issue with an officer on my way-“

“This is not nothing.” He’s already fussing with your face as you take his hands and move them away from you.

“Joel-“

“Tell me what happened.” It’s a command and you’re too tired to fabricate something, and for the first time in a while, you’re afraid.

So you tell him exactly how it happened. And before you realize it’s happening you’re sniffling, a part of you feels like you’re about to be scolded for this but he only nods, never interrupting you until you’ve finished.

Your vision’s blurry with tears when you look up at him, the weight of being attacked starts to weigh heavy as you realize just how lucky you were that that was all that happened. And then you say the words he’s been waiting to hear.

“You were right, Joel.”

“I’m sorry, angel. I should have been there to protect you.” He holds his arms open and you don’t hesitate as you lean forward into him. You do your best to hold it together as he lays you down before clicking off the lamp and pulling you back against him. He softly scratches your back, kissing the top of your head as he does. It’s silent for a few more minutes until he suddenly whispers into the darkness. “Tell me you’ll stay here from now on.”

“Joel, I-“

“No more going out there without me. You’ll stay safe right here, no one can hurt you here, not while I’m around.” You open your mouth to argue again but stop yourself.

He’s right.

Now that you’ve calmed down you know that you’re lucky to even be alive. You don’t know why you were attacked but you know it could happen again, and there are worse things than being beaten.

No one would hurt you here, not with Joel around.

“Stay here, angel.” He murmurs, softer this time.

Joel is right.

“Okay.”

He isn’t beside you when you wake up, your hands searching through the cold sheets seeking his warmth. He had mentioned something as you were falling asleep about an early morning supply run but you had hoped to say goodbye before he left, you wanted to make him breakfast. As you get ready to roll back over and sleep a bit more you’re startled into an upright position.

“You should watch where you’re flying, angel.” You bite back a shriek as Tess’s voice comes from the direction of the kitchen.

“Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” Your heart skips a beat as you reach over to the nightstand, pulling on the little chain that turns the lamp on. “Joel’s not even here, what are you doing?” You don’t like the idea of being alone with her, she doesn’t come around much anymore, you used to see her in the hall on her way here constantly, but after you moved in she stopped.

You do your best not to flinch as she makes her way over to you, standing at the foot of the bed.

“I’m not here to hurt you, there’s no need for theatrics.” You hadn’t realized you were shaking so badly until she said it, it takes a conscious effort but you manage to stop it for the most part. “I’m just here to talk.”

“About what?”

“About you and Joel.”

You don’t want to talk about that with Tess. You don’t want to talk to Tess at all, she frightens you and she knows it.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.” This time when you flinch she hesitates. For a brief moment the facade of a woman who fears nothing drops, and you swear you see sympathy in her eyes. “Joel is dangerous, you need to be careful with him or you’re going to get hurt.”

Is that why she’s here? To try and break you up?

“He won’t hurt me, he cares about me.” You wish you sounded more sure of yourself.

“You’re right, at least for now.” She flips her pocket knife open, ever so carefully running the blade along the underside of her nails, scraping away any dirt or grime she so happens to find, you fight the urge to flinch again. When she finally looks back up at you she takes a moment, examining your expression as if this was an interrogation. “Being loved by him is the worst thing that could possibly happen to a girl like you.”

You can’t help but scoff, now look who’s being theatrical. “A girl like me?”

“Good, too good. And fragile.” She points at you with the blade before returning to her nails. “He’ll do anything to keep you safe, even if it means breaking you into tiny little pieces, just so you’ll fit in a box he can lock.”

You’re about to call her a liar but you hesitate. “Why are you telling me this?”

“You deserve to know.”

“Okay, but why? You don’t even like me.”

“You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like you.”

Fair enough.

“I think you should go.” You don’t want to hear anything else. You don’t believe anything she’s saying and the entire conversation makes you feel sick. She doesn’t know anything about your relationship with him, and she clearly doesn’t know anything about Joel. He’d do anything for you, you don’t think you’ve ever been taken care of before you met him.

“What do you know about glue traps?” She doesn’t make any effort to leave so you decide to just answer her with a sigh.

“Like the ones you use to catch mice? I don’t know, Joel buys them sometimes.”

She points her knife in the direction of the corner of the room, it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. Sure enough, in the corner of the room, peeking out from under his dresser, is the faint outline of something on the floor, you’d never noticed it before.

“It’s the worst kind of way to catch a mouse.” She stands, walking across the room and peeling up the trap with the edge of her blade before snapping it shut and taking the edge of the trap between her fingers, dragging it across the floor to the middle of the room so you had a clear view of it. “They’ll do anything to get out.” The tip of her boot nudges the corner of the trap, now that it’s been dragged into the lamp light you can see exactly what she wanted to show you. Two things are in the bloody trap. A mouse, barely alive, based on the way its chest rises and falls, and something else. A caterpillar maybe?

No.

A leg. A bloody mouse leg, on the edge of the trap.

“They’ll chew off their limbs, and peel off their own skin just to get out, the ones that manage to are lucky enough to bleed out somewhere else. The ones stuck in the trap though?” She nods down at the creature you now refuse to look at. “They’ve got it the worst. Suffocation, dehydration, the ones who try to peel off and can’t, bleed out, stuck in place.”

With a sudden crunch, her boot slams down on the trap. You watch, slack jawed, as she peels it off the sole before tossing it in the bin in the corner.

“I’d take a quick death over either of those.”

“I think you should leave. Now.” You try to sound authoritative but your voice trembles too much to sound anything but afraid.

“I heard you got caught up in some FEDRA business yesterday.” She starts again but you’ve had enough.

“Tess.” You manage to have a bit of sterness this time in your tone but it doesn’t seem to affect her much.

“Fine. I’ll leave. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You catch that sympathetic look one more time before she unlocks the door chain, twisting the doorknob before speaking one last time. “I noticed some of our inventory is missing, this is the only warning you’re gonna get about that. If you want shit like that just ask, I’m sure Joel would be more than happy to have another way to control you.” She doesn’t turn around when she says it, simply slamming the door and leaving. You have no clue what she’s talking about, but that isn’t the part of the conversation that sticks with you. All you can think about is that crunching sound.

So you avoided her after that, writing off her words as an act of jealousy.

Joel would never do anything to hurt you.

Of course you know better now. She was just like you, she had been in the glue trap herself when she tried to keep you from joining her, but you hadn’t listened, instead you’d fallen face first into Joel. And he wouldn't let you go without keeping some of you for himself.

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New Years, Same Words [D.W]

Summary: He's tired of hiding, but damn Damian cannot be subtle for the life of him. Pairing: Damian Wayne x male!reader WC: 8.8k

a/n: recs are always open :3

Back home, school was so different, almost every single detail was different. The way humans digested information was so slow and inefficient; back home students wore helmets and immediately got the knowledge they’d need. No need for lectures or turn and talks. They’re learning ideas and math that, quite frankly, a child back home would’ve already learned.

But, you enjoyed this style. No matter how stupid it was. Back home, you never really had a chance to bond with peers or enjoy any activities like art or music. It was telepathic lessons and then home, usually, that’s when the kids would play together. But the school-sanctioned together time was nice.

Everything else sucked.

The hallways were cramped and you had to watch extra carefully to not bump into people and break their shoulders. No matter how badly you wanted to.

“(Y/n)!” You hear from across the hall and look over, seeing your adoptive brother running down the hallway with his bag almost slipping from his shoulder. “I’m here!” He says, beaming as he stands next to you.

“You’re a mess,” You chide while fixing his bag and almost pick him up in the process. “Apologies.”

“You ready for class?” He almost groans as he says it. “I swear, if she gives us another pop quiz, I’m going to laser her!” He whispers the last part and you chuckle.

“No quiz,” You reassure him, turning down the hallway. ELA was at the end of the hallway, right next to the smelly staircase where kids go to smoke or leave the building due to a faulty alarm system. “I heard we have a project.”

“From who?” He says, voice raising several octaves. Jon has this thing, he doesn’t believe news from certain people, even if they’re later proven to be right.

“Marissa,” He stops walking and you can basically hear his thoughts. He’s so debating skipping class. “She said it’s not bad, c’mon!” Grabbing the back of his collar, you pull him after you as you hear the start of the warning bell. Quickly, you pull your headphones from around your neck to your ears and the bell rings.

It’s at a human volume with the headphones on, so it’s still loud but not nearly as loud as it would’ve been otherwise.

School back home also didn’t have bells.

Sliding into your seat, you drop your bag in between your legs while glancing around. Mostly everyone is in class, save for a couple of people. The teacher is late, but you can hear her running up the staircase— not the smelly one, one that’s going to take her at least two minutes to get to class. She never uses a different staircase.

Mrs. Elton is particular about that sort of stuff, her classroom never changes. She’s gone as far as to superglue the desks in a permanent shape around the class. There are three groups of desks, two in the front and one in the back. The one in the back is a straight horizontal line of seven desks while the front ones are arranged in an upside-down T shape. The vertical side of the T has eight tables, with four tables turned to face each other, while the horizontal side has four desks.

Your seat is in the front, on the horizontal line. While seats aren’t technically assigned, they totally are assigned amongst everyone else. Jon has the seat in front of you, and he can never see the board properly since he has to turn his whole body around to see it.

Mrs. Elton finishes her run up the stairs as the final bell goes off and the remaining students trickle into class. Amongst them is your other seatmate, the girl who sits to your right. She looks a little upset but she visibly calms down when she sees you.

“I thought you were absent,” She tells you as she walks around your chair to get to hers. “You weren’t in second period, what the fuck, dude?” She playfully hits you with her bag before it settles on her lap.

“I was late,” You shrug, watching her pull out her pink Macbook case with several stickers on it. “Why, what happened second?” She gives you a look before she slips her bag down to the floor and you raise an eyebrow, looking at Jon who shrugs.

“They were making plans to make a bomb for the winter dance.” She says. “Those two kids who always sit in the back, like that’s normal right?” You nod, the two kids in the back always talk about school shootings and whatnot but they’re typically harmless. “They talked about how their orders for materials came in and exactly where they’re gonna plant it.”

“Text me,” She nods and Mrs. Elton walks into the room, effectively silencing the class. She’s dressed like an English teacher, which you hadn’t known was a stereotype for the longest. You thought there were dress codes for each subject teachers.

Go figure.

“Good morning!” She smiles, her kitten heels clicking on the brown tiled floor as she heads over to her desk. Her laptop is already connected to the smart board so she only has to log back in. “How was everyone’s weekend?” There are some murmurs amongst the kids but she takes what she can get.

“As I’m sure you’re all aware, we have a project!” With her presentation on the screen, she turns to face everyone and clasps her hands together. “This will not be a group project, but there are many options to choose from.” She turns around again, fiddling with the keyboard. “Skipping the do now, let’s get right into it.” She pulls up a slide that’s blank for now. She does this thing where she presses a button and words pop up. “The Best Friend project!” She announces as it pops up on the board.

“This is different from your other projects since this is a project that’s a week long. You only get this week to do it and everyone will be presenting next week. We’ll do it by volunteer order, if no one volunteers then I will call you to go!” She explains and you glance over at Jon. His back is to you, but you can see him rubbing his forehead.

“As seniors, you need to understand how to present. But this is an easier one to do since I’m giving you so many options!” A list of options pops up as she says that. “Firstly, you can make a photo slideshow and explain your friendship; you can make a video collage with a voiceover, you can write a newspaper article and read it to the class, or you can bring the person in. But only if they do not have my class. So say Blake wanted to do his project on say… Michael, he could not bring him in. But if Blake wanted to do his project on his neighbor, he could bring them in. Understand?” Everyone nods and she moves on.

“Pick the way you want to do your project today,” She says, looking over the class. “After today, we will not be working on this during class, we will continue to read Salvage the Bones.”

“Go ahead! Start!” She smiles and turns on the class playlist as everyone turns to their laptops.

“Who’re you doing yours on?” Amira asks, already on a blank slideshow document.

“Not you,” You laugh and she fake scoffs. “You don’t know him, though.” She hums in acknowledgment.

“Do I?” Jon asks and you look at him, head tilted and lips pulled into your mouth. “Ohhh!” He nods. “I’m doing mine on Jay!”

“Fun,” You offer a smile and look over the options.

Writing in English is not your strong suit, it’s why you weren’t allowed into AP classes. You were amazing with working on stuff but you were still learning English, despite living on Earth for four years now. Kara says that’s normal and it took her ages to get to your level of speaking and understanding English, but you feel stupid struggling with the words.

You pull out your phone and open your messages.

would u come to my school next week

4 a project

What type of project?

‘best friend project’

Is this like Show and Tell?

idk what that is…

I’ll explain later.

But I’ll agree, explain it to me tonight, okay?

kk :3

Closing your phone, you set it face down on the desk and look over the “bring a person in” section. It says you can either give a completely verbal presentation but you’ll need to create a transcript for it, for proper grading, or you can create a presentation in which the two of you explain what’s happening. You opt for the second one.

There are some requirements, though. Each presentation needs to be at least ten minutes long; which you think is absurd, there cannot be any cursing included, and visual aids are required for all but the verbal presentation. Videos cannot be longer than two minutes, and only a maximum of two videos— each of them gives an extra five points to your grade.

“Imagine someone does Damian Wayne.” The local Gothamite, Rebecca laughs and you share a look with Jon.

“I totally am!” Her friend, Mariam jokes. “We’ve been dating for ages, darling!” Her group shares a laugh and your mind is settled on doing yours on him.

—

Meeting Damian during his patrols had become somewhat of the norm since you started dating. For many reasons, but mainly since Batman doesn’t have super hearing, despite what the general public and some heroes may think. While you’re not entirely out of earshot of Kal-El, being in Gotham meant that he would have to focus a bit more on listening to you instead of doing whatever he was doing back home. Sure, sometimes Damian came to Metropolis, but that was rare. Only one of you could get to and from in three seconds, after all.

“So,” You start as you slowly lower yourself down to the roof he's standing on, it’s on the outer side of Gotham, away from any of the normal patrol spots. “You’re dating someone else?” Robin frowns and crosses his arms.

“Ya albi, never.” He says in the most reassuring tone you’ve ever heard him speak in while slowly pulling you close. “Where’d you hear this?” It’s hard continuing the charade and you give up, a grin spreading across your face. It lets him immediately know and his frown goes into an unamused glare.

“These girls were joking about dating you during class,” You explain as he pushes you away and rolls his eyes. You smile and pull him back towards you, he crosses his arms and makes a point to keep a distance between the two of you.

“Moving on,” He fixes your cape before wrapping his hands around your shoulders and pulling you down to his height. Leaning in, you watch his eyes close before he kisses you and you let your eyes close. Pulling him closer, you dig your fingers into his hips and smile when he smiles.

“I was thinking,” He says when the two of you pull away. “We should go to the New Year’s gala together,” You pause, standing up straight and looking over the Gotham skyline before back at him.

“As us?” You ask and he nods, his eyes searching your face for any signs of… anything really.

“We could go as us for the one father is hosting and then as Robin and Rao for the Justice League party.” He suggests and he means it. He’s just as tired of kissing in corners as you are and you smile, big and bright before calming yourself.

“Are you sure? This is an incredibly big step, there’s no taking it back.”

You’ve thought about this moment before. Even before you started dating, you’d daydream about the world finding out Robin and Rao were dating. About the world finding out that Damian Wayne is dating the adopted son of Lois Lane and Clark Kent, the world's best reporters.

It wasn’t always the best in your head, you thought of the villains and the press. The jealous fans and suddenly you’re no longer just that kid in school.

And you didn’t care. You’d thought of every single bad scenario, every scenario that almost made Clark and Lois break up; but it didn’t matter. You… you were in love with Damian, in every way. All of him, whatever he came with you were down for. You’d kill for him— you have killed for him. Not that he ever has to find that out.

“Rao,” He says in a stern voice, pulling you back to him. “I… I want you forever. Why would I take any of this— of us back?” He asks as if you’ve offended him, his eyes darting between yours as he speaks. He’s talking as if you had thought so little of him as to think he wasn’t in the relationship a thousand percent. That you weren’t the best thing in his life and he’d do everything to not lose you.

“I dunno,” You shrug, letting go of him but he grabs your hands to stop you from moving. “What if you want someone else one day? Someone who can’t hear the fact that your heart is racing and your blood is rushing? Or the fact that Batman is trying to reach you right now.” From several streets over, you can hear Bruce speaking into his comm trying to reach Damian. He’s asking Barbara why he isn’t responding, worried for his son.

“I will never want someone else.” He promises, squeezing your hand and clicks his earpiece to turn it back on.

“Yes, father?” He takes a step away but doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Robin, where have you been? We’ve been trying to reach you for ten minutes” You hear Bruce tell him, worry lacing his voice.

“Sorry, father. I accidentally turned it off.” Damian gives you a look that screams not to laugh.

“There’s a robbery close to you, it’s just Catwoman,” Bruce explains and Damian sighs, saying he’s going on it. Better than to have his father go and have sex on the roof again.

He still couldn't get the picture out of his head when the gossip pages found them one day. He almost moved out after that.

“Call me,” You smile as you begin to hover above the roof. “I still gotta explain the project to you.”

“Yknow, this could go by faster if you helped.” He offers and you laugh.

“Is Robin asking me for help?” He scoffs and lets go of your hand before walking to the edge of the roof. You watch him, already knowing your answer to his request but you wanted to see how long it would take him to say something.

“Let’s go!” He calls and you grin, flying over to him and he lets you scoop him up before heading over to the bank.

—

A week comes and goes, you’d finished your presentation the same day you had told Damian about it. Clark and Bruce insisted on getting it done as quickly as possible— you’d just take any excuse to spend the night in a fucking manor.

“Good morning!” Mrs. Elton smiles as the final bell rings. “I’m so glad some of you signed up to give your presentations, uhh—“ She looks at a notepad on her desk, reading over the names. “Today we have (Y/n), Rebecca, Julie, and Jesus!” A little confused, you try and think if there’s another (Y/n) in your class. But you’re the only one in the entire grade. And you sure as hell did not sign up.

“You signed up?” Amira whispers and you shake your head.

“I absolutely did not!” You whisper back, pulling your phone from your bag to text Damian. God, it would probably take him at least half an hour to get from Gotham to Metropolis. But as you open your phone, you realize there wasn’t a mixup with the volunteers.

I’m in the office, about to head up.

The text had been sent two minutes ago, and when you look up you can see him at the door. He sees you see him and ducks out of view before anyone else can. You should’ve listened harder, you could’ve spotted his heartbeat sooner.

“Oh, you’re doing a buddy presentation?” Mrs. Elton says as she looks over your slides. You nod, your heart hammering in your chest. “Are they here?” Again, you nod and she smiles. “Excellent! Bring them in!” Standing up, you head to the door and step outside.

“One second, Ms!” You say before the door closes. Damian is leaning against the wall opposite to the room. He’s dressed a little fancier than he normally is, a turtleneck and slacks. But he’s wearing a pair of thick, black boots. Are those yours..?

“You asshole!” You whisper, ignoring the boot situation and he looks at you, faking a confused look. “I’m shitting myself, dude! Oh my god!” You rush over to him, running your hands over your face as you talk.

“Habibi,” He places a hand on your shoulder. “You’ll do fine, it’s nothing compared to fighting Lex, right?” Sighing, you nod and calm yourself. You’d given speeches to entire countries before, this is a walk in the park comparatively. “Good, now let’s go.” He turns you around to face the door and for some reason, talking to the President was easier than walking into that classroom.

Nope. Not fine.

But he guides you back into the classroom and you stand at the open door.

“Come on in!” Mrs. Elton encouraged you with a smile and a gentle wave to usher you over. Licking your lips, you head inside and Damian steps in after you. Immediately there are murmurs throughout the room and several eyes land on him. Mariam gasps and slaps Rebecca’s arm. She’s been on her phone, mostly uninterested for the most part but when she looks up her eyes go wide.

“You may start,” Mrs. Elton hands you a remote that lets you control the slides and you thank her, fiddling with the remote as you and Damian stand off to the side of the screen.

“My best friend is Damian,” You start, trying to shake off the feeling of absolute dread over you. Not that it works. “Um… I met him what— two, three years ago?” Time is hard for you, times blend together and merge, sometimes stretching to points where they couldn’t have possibly happened. But Kara thinks it’s the lingering effects of the Phantom Zone.

“Four,” He corrects and looks over at you. “I was there when you arrived.” That’s right, you’d forgotten when you crashed into Earth. Bruce and Damian had gone with Clark when the Watchtower got a reading of a spaceship entering Earth's orbit. You’d crashed into the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and almost sunk to the bottom of the sea.

You nod, looking back to the class. “Four years ago, when I was adopted, I met him. I think he hated me back then, though.” You chuckle, pressing the slide to pictures you have where the then fourteen-year-old Damian was either attacking you or clearly yelling. In all of the pictures, you’re unbothered or confused, still learning the language. “Can’t imagine why, probably because I’m black.”

“It’s because you kept breaking my stuff,” He corrects quickly. “I went through five phones, six doors, and I think twenty windows that first month.” He lists and you want to defend yourself, imagine suddenly being so strong that a simple nudge could send walls toppling down but you can’t say that.

“Don’t remember that,” Shaking your head, you click to the next slide and look at it. You’d forgotten all about that trip.

“This was when my father took the Kent’s on vacation to The Netherlands,” Damian says, looking at the picture of you looking out of the plane window. You look unamused and you remember saying I can see this all the time, why would I get the window seat? And you ended up switching seats with Jon. Another picture is of you and Damian sitting on the windowsill of the hotel, it’s nighttime and you’re both watching the stars.

You remembered talking to him about your home and he’d talked to you about his.

Another picture is Damian, Jon, and you at a creek. You and Jon are knee-deep in the water but Damian is sitting on a tire swing, clearly disgusted about the idea. He’s yelled about bugs, parasites, and fish pee infecting the water. Jon wanted to throw him in, but you talked him down.

“We spent a week there,” You explain, looking back at the class. “I think that’s when we actually became friends.” He agrees, giving a small nod and you click to the next slide. It’s a video, and from the thumbnail, it’s set around Christmastime.

You’re in the woods, wearing a jacket Lois had gifted you; Damian is holding the phone from what you remember.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Damian’s voice is the first thing you hear as the video starts. It’s different from his voice now and you wonder when the change happened.

“I’m good!” You dismiss and pick up your pace when you see the thing you’ve been looking for. It’s a little embarrassing hearing your voice, especially how you sounded back then. But it’s still a fond memory.

In the middle of the forest was a lake, and it had frozen over. Clark had wanted to give it a couple of weeks to get to a proper thickness and you felt you’d waited long enough. It had been four weeks already, and you heard Alaska got pretty cold.

“Do not,” Damian warns as you hold onto a tree, lowering yourself onto the ice. “(Y/n)!” He sets the phone down on a fallen tree and goes into view of the camera, following after you. But his point was to get as close to you as possible without getting onto the ice.

“I’m fine, Damian!” You wave him off, putting a foot onto the ice. “It’s slippery!” You gasp, putting your other foot, and struggle to find your balance for a good second.

“It’s ice.” He reminds, still holding his hand out. “Now, c’mon! That’s dangerous, even for you.” Looking at him, you hold your hands on your hips and grin. Your balance is much better now that you’ve gotten your bearings.

“Nothing bad ever happens to me!” You declare and take a shaky step further into the lake. It’s more difficult than just standing and you’re tempted to just cheat by flying a little bit.

“You’re an orphan for a reason,” He sighs and you loudly boo at him. You must’ve booed him for a good five seconds, both your thumbs pointed down and he rolls his eyes.

“One bad thing happened to me!” Taking another step, you almost fall and he lunges to grab you but you’re able to remain upright.

“See,” You look at him and he shakes his head, carefully inspecting the ice. His body language changes when he does and he takes a mini step closer, holding his hand out with a sense of urgency.

“Off the ice, now.” He demands and you look down. You can hear the cracks forming and there are white lines starting to appear. But you’d assumed the noises had been from the woods. “(Y/n),” Looking up at him, you grab his hand and he pulls you towards him.

The ice lets out a sharp crack and you remember watching the ice fall into the water as the two of you fell back into the snow, your heart swelling with some feeling. It wasn’t even the fact that you’d almost fallen, you were more than sure you would’ve been a-okay; it was the fact that he had cared that much about your safety.

“I could’ve flown,” You whisper, looking at the spot you’d been standing at. The video doesn’t pick it up, but you remember what happened. How the two of you had fallen back and he held you tightly until that point.

“Doesn’t mean you can be so reckless,” He says, standing up before pulling you up. “Let’s head back to the cabin, be glad Lois isn’t here to scold you.” He picks the camera up as he speaks and you roll your eyes.

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell her either way.” The video ends and you look towards your classmates again.

“That’s an example of why I’m the best,” You announce, faking being serious. “But in my defense, it was my second winter ever and I was very excited.” Back home, the weather was just… not cold. At least where you lived.

“And stupid,” Damian mutters and you nudge him, hiding your grin. He nudges you back and you’re about to start a stupid nudging war when Mrs. Elton clears her throat.

“When was this?” Mrs. Elton asks, motioning to the video.

“Two years ago,” You answer, looking back to the video that’s stuck on a still of Damian and you walking up, a cheesy grin on your face while he’s less than impressed. “Clark and Lois rented out a cabin in Alaska, I invited Damian. We spent the weekend there and he never did tell Lois about the incident.” But Clark surely did hear, so when you returned there was some discussion about safety and caution.

“That same day, (Y/n) decided it would be a good idea to try and befriend a wild bear,” Damian says and you scoff, going to the next slide.

“Me and Jerry did become friends,” You grumble.

“This is for my birthday last year,” Damian says as he looks at the picture that’s in an apartment Bruce rented so Damian could have a small party with just his friends. He saw Billy, Cassie, Bart, Wally, Jackson, Nika, Jon, Courtney (who he didn’t really know, she was more your friend since he had no interest in Stargirl), Jaime, and you standing around a table with him in the center. There’s a birthday cake but most of it is hidden by the several bodies in front of it.

He has a ridiculous paper party hat on and there’s some frosting on his nose. He looks less than amused but you remember he put up no protest to any of the things that happened that night. Although Wally said it’s because it was you doing it and had it been anyone else, they would’ve lost an arm.

And he agreed!

There’s a green Happy Birthday balloon banner behind him and in a different picture, it’s the two of you standing in front of it. You’re both holding sparklers, which was incredibly dangerous according to basically everyone else. But it’s an apartment filled with teen superheroes, a little sparkler was not going to be the thing that caused damage.

“It was a group sleepover,” You announce, staring at the picture Jaime had taken of everyone sleeping on the large couch. There are several blankets over people so no one’s really huddled together for warmth until you see you and Damian in the corner of the couch.

You’re still awake, on your phone but Damian is knocked the fuck out, his head is on your shoulder and if you squint, you can see his legs wrapped in yours under the cover. Your arm is around him, keeping him from rolling onto someone who’s sleeping close by.

“I didn’t think you’d put that one,” You whisper, admiring the picture. When making the presentation, Damian had suggested that you each get ‘secret slides’ and the others were not allowed to look until the day off. Your slide was the ice video.

“Nika considers it a soft launch, whatever that means.” He grins and you smile.

There’s another picture, but it’s a picture of a picture. Taken on those handheld cameras that were really popular in the early 2000s. It’s of you, Damian, and Nika. The three of you are in the kitchen, sitting on the kitchen island with Damian in the middle.

You’re eating cake, surprised that someone was going around taking pictures while Nika is blowing a kiss to the camera and Damian is actually smiling for the picture.

There’s a picture right next to it where you’re actually posed. Your back is to Damian and Nika copies as the two of you fake holding guns, acting as his bodyguards. He’s playfully rolling his eyes, and there’s a wider grin on his face in that picture. It was actually your screen saver.

Honestly, when you first met Flatline, you were kinda upset. She did kinda kill him and then they became best friends? It was confusing as all hell but whatever, you warmed up to her and she was actually really cool.

“The cake was super good,” You note as you press the next slide. It’s another video, and it’s still from the birthday party. “I don’t remember this,” You admit, looking at the thumbnail. It’s when he’s being sung Happy Birthday.

“I do,” He smirks as the video plays. You could hear his heartbeat pick up a little bit and you’d have to admit you’re a little worried about the video.

“-irthday to you, happy birthday to you! Make a wish!” Everyone says and Damian takes a second. His thinking face only appears for a second before he closes his eyes and blows out his candles. They go out and everyone cheers as he stands up tall.

“Try the cake!” Nika shouts from the back.

“Come, aynii,” He tells you and you emerge from the small crowd as he wipes frosting onto his finger. You remember this exact moment and you blink, a slow and long blink as you smile. Damian notices and his heart picks up even more. He tries his best to look composed but Jon can see you unraveling in that moment.

The class watches as he wipes the frosting onto your lips quickly enough that you don’t have time to react before he kisses you.

And it’s an absolute riot when he does. Cheers and shouts take over the room. The kiss doesn’t last long as in the video, the people in the video are also cheering and you pull away, clearly flustered with so many people watching. He presses a quick final kiss to your lips and then licks his, fake-tasting the frosting while you wipe the frosting from your nose.

“Tastes lovely,” Damian tells Nika as the video ends. It ends with you turning away from the camera and Damian pulling you closer to the table and him.

“It was vanilla flavor,” Damian tells the class as they settle down. “That’s the last of the pictures,” The ten-minute requirement isn’t up yet, you have about two minutes left so your teacher suggests answering some people’s questions and you just know they are not going to be about anything other than the video.

“How long have you been dating?” Mariam asks.

“Two and a half years,” Damian answers without hesitation, his hand slipping into yours. You feel his pulse settling down against your skin and run your thumb across the small, barely visible scars littering the back of his hand.

So much for a soft launch.

—

It turns out that the student was not live, but he did in fact post the video online. Very publicly, as it was viral absolutely everywhere. It even reached Worldstar, which you thought died out several years ago. You’d seen it across all your feeds, you’d been tagged a bunch and even sent it directly. News outlets have even contacted you and there've been some vague threats for your life, but nothing you haven’t seen before. It’s just a headache seeing so many new messages you end up making entirely new accounts and setting them to private.

Clark and Bruce had both sat the two of you down when they saw it— which was immediately after it was posted. Seeing as one of them is a high-profile billionaire and the other is a high-profile reporter married to another high-profile reporter and journalist. There was an extremely long talk about… relationship stuff, and it was a little awkward when Bruce asked about some private information. Damian shut it down, though. Giving vague but concise answers to their questions while you tried to bury yourself on the couch.

They ended with basically; you’re both 18, so you’re old enough, blah blah blah, wrap it and tap it, blah blah blah, at least there won’t be pregnancy scares, blah blah blah, no more sleepovers.

That part wasn’t going to be in place for long, though.

All in all, the worst part to come out of the situation thus far was the sudden attention on your back.

People in school suddenly knew your name and while no one was acting strange, it was weird that people would suddenly be nicer to you. But at least no one was homophobic, that was something you were not going to complain about.

“So,” Rebecca and her group of friends swipe the seats around you as you’re finishing up some of your work during gym class. “Damian Wayne?” She grins, sitting next in front of you.

“That is my boyfriend.” You hum, slowly closing your laptop.

“Good!” She grins. “Because we used to go to school together and I’ve never seen him so happy before! Everyone called— fuck it, probably still calls him Arab Psycho.” She imitates his public resting face, albeit very poorly and you think for a second. It’s that human movie. Tim talks about it.

“American Psycho but he’s Arab…” You ask and she nods.

“Always felt racist but those rich white fuckers didn’t care.” She explains and you hum.

“You’re sweet,” She says. “Has he asked you to the winter dance yet?” Rebecca grins, her nails tapping against the glossy floor. “Oh my god! You two would totally be Winter formal royalty!”

“I’m not going.” She frowns and her friends make awww sounds. It’s kinda hard to explain you’re gonna spend the night as Rao, making sure kids don’t try and blow up your school. Not to mention the fact that you really did want to go, but shit happens and you’ve been to every other school dance. And there’s still prom. “But he did ask.”

“You’re stronger than me.” Kirara shakes her head. “What’s your Instagram, by the way?”

—

The day of the dance rolls around and you’re stuck with Damian on the roof of the building across from the school. Forced to listen to the music and watch people dance with their dates, just waiting and watching. He notices, of course. But he doesn’t know what to say, or what to do. He’s always avoided school dances, they felt trivial, beneath him. But you enjoyed the American school traditions like those.

He remembers whenever you’d hang out at the manor you’d insist on watching some high school movie, especially if they had dances. Apparently, they weren’t a big deal back home.

You can’t move from the roof until you’re sure there’s no bomb. Your super-vision didn’t show anything and you scouted the place the two kids talked about but nothing. Jack shit popped up. But the two kids aren’t home, so there’s a chance they might show up and do it later. A mix of Carrie and Heathers, you suppose.

It’s about midway through the dance that something happens. You recognize their dingy car— think a rusted car that is literally duct-taped together and one wind gust from breaking apart. The two of you slink into the shadows and you watch as they open the trunk, grabbing the bomb.

“At least this wasn’t for nothing,” You mutter and fly down, landing about four paces behind them. Robin lands in front of the car, his arms crossed and head tilted up.

“Planning something?” You ask and they spin around, the taller one slams the trunk shut while the shorter one stuffs something into his jacket pocket.

“Just a dance…” Short laughs, tucking his arms under his chest.

“And a bomb?” Robin asks and they spin around to see him. And it’s like the absolute life had drained out of them when they realized they had two vigilantes on them. One with a sword and the other with fucking heat vision.

“We’re sorry!” Tall shouted, getting on his knees, and his hands were in the air within seconds.

“Dude…” Short grumbles and removes the poorly made bomb from his shirt and places it on the ground before getting on his knees. “Fucking pussy.” He glares at his friends while Robin calls for the cops to pick the two up.

You pick up the bomb, looking it over. It’s about the size of a football and fairly heavy. But the intent was clearly there, you doubt it would’ve worked. They didn’t connect the wires properly. Seems they must’ve missed a step in their plans.

The cops arrive soon after along with the bomb squad. They say the bomb is safe and the two kids get locked up. Before, they used to hound for you to go back to the station to make a statement but they know you’ll show up soon and leave with a quick thank you.

“Cops in Gotham never thank us,” Robin huffs, watching them drive off.

“We’re nice here,” You shrug, looking at the school. “Wanna go to the Titans?” He looks at you and your barely hidden frown and then at the school. He’s sure his dignity isn’t as fragile as it seems because the decision isn’t a hard one to make.

“We could go inside.” The frown turns into a smile and you rush inside, your cape bellowing with how fast you move. He rolls your eyes but follows you towards the music.

Of course, the two of you cause a stir in the gym as everyone sees Rao and Robin at their shitty high school dance, slow dancing to the cheesy song playing but that’s perfectly fine. Everyone sorta returns to their own devices when they remember you’re two teenagers who probably just want to experience a dance.

“Thank you.” You whisper to him as the night wraps up. Mariam and some dude who wasn’t her date were voted as the Winter Formal Royalty, despite them trying to give the crowns to the two of you. “This was fun. Very human.” You laugh at the last part, watching as kids get into their parent's car and head on home. You see Jon is waiting for Clark with Jay, he has a strict rule of not interacting with you when one of you is out of uniform. Something about being a horrible liar.

“It was my pleasure seeing you smile.” He says, settling on the railing of the steps. “I’m just sorry you couldn’t enjoy it normally.” He adds, his eyes flickering to the large S symbol on your chest and then to your masked face.

“Please,” You huff, sitting next to him. “We stopped a bomb. It was a… bad bomb, but still.”

“You’re still here!” Mariam gasps when she sees the two of you. She has her heels in one hand and her phone in the other so her date holds the door open for her. “Good! Here—here, take it!” She hands you her crown and the other crown. Apparently the king didn’t care for it and gave it to her. “Don’t say no, either.” She shakes the crowns for you to take and you laugh, grabbing the king's crown while Damian takes the queen.

“Okay, thank you.” The plastic crowns are but paper to you, so you take extra care not to break it.

“Put it on!” She urges, taking some steps back, and points her camera to the two of you. Robin looks at you and takes your crown from you, setting the crown on your head before putting his own. “Y’all are too cute!” She gushes and takes about ten pictures. You’re posing, of course, about three different poses and she’s hyping the two of you up beyond belief.

“I’ll send these to you, bye-bye!” She shouts, running down the stairs while her boyfriend gets in the car.

“Bye-bye!” You call back.

“Clarks here,” Robin nudges your hand and you see Jon get into the car.

“Break has officially started!” Someone shouts from the parking lot. “See yall mother fuckers next year!” You laugh, and float up, pulling Robin up with you. He latches on immediately, looking at you as you shoot into the air and over to Gotham. He’s a little more careful to make sure your crowns stay on than you are and he promises to keep it safe in Gotham. That honestly sounded like an oxymoron.

“What’re you doing for Christmas?” He asks as you take your masks off in the Batcave.

“Mrs. Kent invited us to the farm,” Throwing yourself into the chair, Damian sits on the table while taking his gloves off. “We’ll probably be there for the entire weekend. Unless there’s some emergency. You?”

“We typically do a small gift exchange and not much else.” He shrugs.

“Y'know…” You trail, pushing the chair closer to him. “Martha has been wanting to meet you.”

“She’s met me.” He says, fixing your hair into something that doesn’t make it obvious you had just been flying around.

“Yeah, but not as her grandson’s boyfriend.” He cups your face as you speak, staring at you with this soft gaze that makes you like putty in his hands.

“He’ll go,” Bruce says as he enters the cave. Damian grumbles and drops his hands to his side while you spin around to see him. He’s not in his Batman gear, though. Just his nightwear. “Clark invited all of us yesterday.”

“Fun!” You turn to Damian who’s not too happy about the fact he still has the spend the holiday with his siblings.

“My siblings are going to cause your grandmother to have a heart attack. I’d advise you to fool-proof the house.” He warns you, getting off of the computer and pulling you up from the chair.

“It’s Kryptonian proof. They can’t do much damage,” You call him a name he’s heard a bunch. It’s this word in Kryptonian but you won’t tell him what it means and he doesn’t know the language enough to piece it together. But he likes it. It just feels right.

“That’s what you think.”

But despite his warnings and swearing up and down about his family ruining the day, Christmas went smoothly. Save for the embarrassment of introducing your boyfriend to your family and such, of course. The gifts were wonderful, but what you loved the most was Damian’s recreation of your home, you hadn’t thought he’d remembered so much detail from when you talked about it but he was spot on. You’d gotten him a special sword, made of alien metal and carefully carved with his initials. He said it was too good to use, that something of that marksmanship should never see bloodshed. But his eyes sparkled when you pulled out a set of new charcoal and paints for him.

He spent the rest of the night drawing.

With Christmas wrapped up, the time for the New Year’s party rolled around. Of course, Bruce had formally invited the Kents to the gala that was being hosted at some fancy building in Gotham. You’d been all but attacked by Dick to get a matching suit with Damian. Not that you minded, of course.

“Your first public appearance as a couple, congrats.” Duke grins as he sees you standing next to Damian, the two of you fixing the final details of your suits. You peer up from your cufflinks and see he’s in a fancy yellow suit. He paired it with a soft blush pink undershirt and silver jewelry.

“Thanks,” You smile and check your sleeves. Still nicely pressed and the cuffs shine against the silky brown suit.

“Nervous?” He asks, stepping into the room as Damian hands you the dahlia brooch the two of you were going to wear. Damian knew more about flower symbolism than you, but you just knew the flower meant something about the two of you that he wholeheartedly agreed with.

“Far from it,” Damian responds, pinning his own brooch to his suit. He makes it look so damn easy, but that’s probably because he doesn’t need to worry about breaking the brooch. “Yellow clearly suits you.” He tells Duke who in turn, compliments Damian’s suit.

“Oh, you two did henna?” Duke asks, seeing your deep orange-stained hands. He’s too far away to see the exact details, but he knows henna when he sees it.

“His idea,” You grin, looking at the designs on your hands. “We still have to find our initials, though.” Your eyes flicker to where Amira’s mother had hidden the letter D on your hand.

“In private.” Damian adds, his hand finding reprise in your own. He doesn’t need to look at Duke for him to understand that Damian is telling him to leave and close the door. The clicks closed as he guides you to his bed. The two of you sit together and he looks first.

“These designs are lovely,” He utters, his fingers ghosting over your skin as if you were a delicate artifact he was trying so desperately to keep safe. There were a lot of small details, hardly any of your skin was showing and it just looked like a lace you’d wrapped around your hand. His eyes flicker from left to right, as if he’s reading words in a book trying to find the letter D somewhere in the henna.

He’s far from frustrated, though. He absolutely loves that you’d agreed to do this and even more so that you clearly didn’t half-ass in getting it done. You’d even let the henna sit for two hours extra, just in case your genes made the stain fade faster.

“Here,” He points to one of the curves along a flower, his finger tracing over the hidden D.

“That was fast,” You look up at him and he just can’t look away from your hand. You call him, using another Kryptonian pet name and he looks at you.

“I’m perceptive.” He hands you his hands and you gently take them.

You suppose you’re cheating, but your eyes are naturally gifted and you can zoom in. Even so, it does take you longer than him. You’re looking between his hands, almost stressing about finding out.

“There,” You point to your initial resting on his ring finger, right above the second knuckle. He smiles and nods and you pat yourself on the back. And then he says something— something that’s surely a promise. He says it in a way that’s clear he’s thought about it for so long that nothing is to change his mind about it and you stare at him with wide eyes and an even wider smile.

“It’ll be harder to find when we get married.”

—

The gala is nice. The two of you arrived after your families just two hours before midnight, hand in hand. Perhaps it was on purpose, but you’re holding the hand that has your initial and he’s holding the hand that has his. Maybe that’s his way of keeping it between the two of you; intimate.

There are a lot of people, as is expected with galas. A lot of rich old people, a bunch of shitty reporters trying to kiss ass to Clark and Lois, and their older children. No one under sixteen is ever allowed to gala’s, a rule that came into place when Jason was taken under Bruce’s wing. You were surprised to hear the rule wasn’t because of Dick, but apparently Dick didn’t attend enough gala’s for the rule to be needed.

It’s your first gala seeing you’ve always declined the offers to go but there wasn’t room to say no in this situation. But it’s calm. You were more nervous about your presentation than about this. You and Damian mingle together for around an hour and a half before you see Kara at the snack table and excuse yourself.

You’re talking to Kara about school and she’s talking to you about her job. It just sounds like a bunch of human adult stuff you’re probably going to have to do in five years and honestly? That sounds like hell. But she makes it sound fun.

“Mother.” Damian says from across the room. Your head snaps over to where he is and you see her. Holy shit. You should run. “What’re you doing here?” His head turns to find you in the crowd but you see that Thalia is already looking directly at you. At least she’s smiling, that’s good… right?

“His mothers here?” Kara whispers, having heard that too. She’s been big on meeting the woman who raised him, apparently hearing how Bruce and Damian talk about her isn’t enough for her never-ending curiosity.

“I’m gonna piss my pants!” You gasp, looking at her. “Oh my god, she’s gonna kill me. i— Kara!” Your eyes widen as she tugs you after her. She barely weaves past people and you have to awkwardly apologize to them and let this crazy woman drag you over to your boyfriend and his assassin mother.

“Hello, Ms. Al Ghul.” You gulp as Kara makes you stand between her and Damian.

“Ah, so this is your partner.” Thalia looks at her son and then at you. He’s not upset, but he’s cautious. He’s purposefully slowing his heart rate and you hear the subtle sounds of his joints moving. He’s ready to take you and run.

“Yes, this is my significant other, (Y/n).” He introduces you with a hand on your back. “And his aunt, Kara.”

“I’ve heard a lot about the boy who my son has fallen in love with.” She bluntly says and you don’t know if you should smile or hide. Neither of you has actually said the L word before.

“Mother…” He whispers and she tsks.

“What does he call you?” She asks you, ignoring her son's plea to stop taking.

“Uh…” You trail. “He says: ya albi; habibi, hobbi, and ya hayati. There’s some more but I can’t remember…” When you say them, she takes a deep breath in and turns to her son. He’s a little red but not from anger.

“And do you know what they mean?” She asks, her eyes flicker to you.

“No, ma’am.” You answer honestly and she grins. That’s where he gets it, oh my god.

“He’s professing his love for you. My love, my darling, love of my heart, and my life.” She explains.

“You call him the same things!” Kara points out, slapping your arm and Damian looks over, the embarrassment off of his face and now he’s confused.

“Kara…!” Your eyes widen as it’s your turn to be embarrassed.

“He calls you…” She waits for Damian to tell her the pet names and now you’re embarrassed that he’s repeating them. She doesn’t hide her excitement or her expressions like Thalia had and openly gushes. “The first one is: my only love. Then he says: my life and my reason.”

“Your reason?” He asks and you turn your face from him. If you weren’t surrounded by people, you would’ve flown away.

“Where we’re from, to have someone as your reason is the highest form of love. You’re living for someone, you’re devoting your life to them and their happiness.” You carefully explain and Kara nods, a hand over her heart as she gushes again.

“Let’s leave the boys to their devices and chat,” Thalia smiles at Kara who nods and loops her arms with the literal assassin.

“So…” You trail but the lights turn off and you hear the countdown start from one of the speakers around the room. Geeze, the night had gotten away from you.

“Shall we?” He asks, stepping in front of you. New Year's kiss. Okay, holy shit. This is. Okay, you got this. You hear them say three and you get ready, cupping his face in your hands. You figure this is the best time to say it. Hell, you both have practically been saying it for years now. Just now it’ll be in a language you both understand.

“I love you.” You whisper as everyone shouts Happy New Year around the two of you.

Kissing him, he holds you close and you’re sure you’re about ten seconds into the new year before he pulls back from the kiss.

“I love you, too.”

#x male reader #x reader #damian wayne x male reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x black reader #x black reader

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thetarttfuldickhead · 4 months

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It’s a little unclear, in the end, how the conversation gets there, because all in all the Richmond dressing room isn’t the site of that many sex jokes, not since Colin came out and no longer feels the need to make them. But they’re still lads, yeah, and young, mostly, so the jokes still happen, even if it’s just gentle ribbing, and silliness.

So: somehow, one morning halfway into Roy’s first year as head coach, the topic turns to sex, of the rougher variety. Roy’s only listening with half an ear, he’s busy sketching out the new trick plays Nate’s dreamed up on the whiteboard, and he doesn’t really catch the build-up, but when Jamie’s name is mentioned his ears perk up without him even really noticing. It’s become instinct at that point, keeping track of Jamie (even as Roy does his best to give all his players at least some semblance of equal attention).

“We know that Jamie likes it rough, though,” Zorro says, and the rest of the group oh:s and ah:s either knowingly or in surprised glee.

“Eh?” Jamie sounds startled by the assertion, but not particularly put off. (He never really is, as long as he gets attention, Roy thinks with an internal scoff that’s far fonder than he’d ever admit to.) “What makes you say that?”

“You told us!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Roy can see Jamie shake his head. “I don’t know what you’re on about, mate.” Still not bothered, but clearly not understanding what Zorro is getting at either.

Isaac throws him a disbelieving glance. “You don’t remember, bruv? It was when you first came here, before you started going out with Keeley.”

“Yeah,” Colin interjects, “You’d only been here for about two weeks, I think, but you came into training with these marks and bruises, and it turned out you’d hooked up with a girl the night before, but you hadn’t known she was a professional dominatrix before you got to her place.”

Hoots and titters at that, delighted and amused but not unkind.

“Exactly,” Zorro says. “And you told us you’d just gone with it because you have to try everything at least once, and it hadn’t been bad.”

Ah. Roy remembers now. He’d already been absolutely fed-up with Jamie’s attitude, the arrogance and selfishness and incessant need to put others down, and the striker’s total lack of shame and casual smugness about the marks had rubbed Roy entirely the wrong way. Not because people should be ashamed for liking that sort of stuff, of course (Roy wasn’t), but there was such a thing as common decency and unspoken rules about not parading around the dressing room like you were in a fucking porno or some shit and—

If Roy was honest about it, he’d mostly been pissed because it was Jamie, and everything Jaime did pissed him off back then (though, to be fair, most of what Jamie did back then was fucking shitty, so it’s not like Roy was wrong to be pissed. Most of the time).

“Oh.” Jamie’s voice is soft, suddenly. Small, in a way that has alarm bells going off like air raid sirens in Roy’s head. “Yeah. Um.”

The realisation hits Roy a second before it does the rest of the team, and his ears are already filling with a terrible ringing as the room falls silent behind him. He can feel himself grow rigid with rage, and with cold, curdling shame.

“Shit, man,” Isaac says eventually.

“Jamie, I’m so sorry.” It’s odd, the way Colin’s earnest, unhappy voice seems to be coming from so very far away.

“What?” Zorro, still not getting it, and then he does, and Roy, at a great distance, can hear his face crumpling. “Oh shit, Jamie, I didn’t mean—“

“No, don’t worry about it, man. It was a long time ago, yeah? It’s fine.” It’s a heroic attempt at sounding casual. Might have succeeded, too, back before they all knew Jamie as well as the do now.

Roy doesn’t stick around to hear the team offer their comfort and Jamie try to wave their concern away. He walks into the coaches’ office, and the only reason he doesn’t slam the door as hard as he can is because he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself.

“You all right there, Coach?” Beard looks up at him from behind his book, brow creased in quiet assessment.

“Oh my God, what happened?” Nate jumps down from the desk he’s been perched on. “Did someone die?”

And Roy wants to tell them to fuck off. Wants to punch the wall so hard it stops his mind from spinning. But he’s been talking with Dr. Fieldstone about that, hasn’t he, how his maladaptive coping strategies are tripping him up, and fucking over the people he cares about in the process.

So he takes a deep breath. And he doesn’t look at them when he starts talking. “Back before Ted came here Jamie came in with these bruises all over his chest and back one day, and he told us he’d had sex with a fucking dominatrix. And I believed him, okay? I just… I fucking believed him, even though it was weird fucking bruises for— That’s not the fucking point. But because I thought he was an arrogant fucking prick and I fucking hated his guts, I told him— “ He trails off, looking up at the ceiling. Uselessly, his cheeks are burning. Maybe his eyes are, too, if he’d let himself feel it. “I told him I’d be happy to pay to see someone give him a trashing. Give ‘em extra if they knocked a couple of his teeth out so he’d shut up for once.”

Beard doesn’t say anything, but he leans back in his chair with a look on his face that lets Roy know that, yeah, he’d fucked that one up good and proper.

“Oh,” Nate says. “So it was his dad who— That’s— But— I mean, that’s not good, obviously, that’s awful, but it’s… It wasn’t you who hurt him, Roy. And I mean, you and Jamie have said all sorts of thing to each other. Done all sorts of things.”

And that’s true, isn’t it. And mostly Roy is happy enough to write it off as tit-for-tat, old foolishness and bygones, Jamie a prick and Roy sometimes an idiot, and they’re both better now. And he doesn’t know how to explain to Nate and Beard how knowing that Jamie looked up to him ever since he was a kid, knowing that he never took that poster down, even after that, after everything, makes his casual cruelty and failure to protect Jamie all the harder to bear, even if he hadn’t known at the time that there was anything to protect Jamie from.

“Coach—“ Beard begins, but is interrupted by a knock on the door, and before Roy can tell whoever it is to fuck off, Jamie sticks his head into the office. Must have made his escape from the rest of the team, then. “Sorry, Coach, are we getting started or what? The lads— “ He catches sight of Roy’s face and his eyes widen. “Jesus, Roy, what happened? Are you all right, man?”

Under other circumstances, Roy might have found it remarkable how quickly and effortlessly Jamie makes the switch from Roy’s respectful star player to Roy’s friend, his entire demeanour changing as he moves into the room. As it is, Roy doesn’t say anything, but he must have made some sort of noise or moved some sort of way, because Jamie’s face twists in alarm, and then he’s across the floor and gently but firmly pulling Roy into a hug. “There, it’s all right, man, I’ve got you, lad, it’s all right.”

Roy blames all the fucking therapy he’d been doing for the past eight months for not pushing Jamie away but instead allowing the other to hold him, and allowing himself to hesitantly wrap his arms around him in turn. Fuck Nate. Fuck Beard. Fuck the team. Fuck anyone who thinks they get to have opinions on that.

He’s got an inch on Jamie, but Jamie’s broader, solid and strong. Steady, as he puts a hand on the back of Roy’s neck, murmuring nonsense that Roy knows is supposed to be soothing, and which maybe is. Mostly, it’s reassuring to have Jamie there, whole and hale and safe.

“What’s going on? Is Phoebe all right? Did something happen to your sister? Keeley?” Jamie is starting to sound a little freaked out, and Roy realises that he can’t just stand there mutely forever and let the fears grow in Jamie’s mind, he needs to fucking say something, explain.

He’d rather never say another word.

Tough fucking luck, Kent. “Do you remember what I told you when you said you’d had sex with a dominatrix?”

The way Jamie stiffens tells him that, yeah, Jamie does. “Roy—“

Roy tightens his grip, not wanting Jamie to pull away. “Don’t fucking tell me it was fine, because you were a nightmare for the rest of that day, you were absolutely fucking horrible to everyone.” Worse than usual, lashing out—not that Roy had known it at the time, or had thought it anything more than Jamie being a fucking prick for no other reason than to be a prick.

For a few moments, Jamie doesn’t say anything. Then he lets out a long sigh, relaxing into the embrace and pressing his face against Roy’s neck. “Yeah, okay,” he mutters, “it was all shit, mate. I mean, all of it was, it wasn’t just you— But, Roy, listen… “ And now Jamie does pull back, just enough so that he can look at Roy. His eyes are tired, but the set of his jaw determined. “You fucking hated me, right? Back then, I mean. You hated me, ‘cause I was a prick, and I hated you, ‘cause you were a bitter old cunt.”

There’s no fucking denying it, is there. Roy gives a sharp nod. “Yeah, but—“

“No, let me just— I’m not saying that makes it all right, yeah, I just— You hated me, okay. But, would you have said what you said if you’d known what really happened?”

Roy’s lips twist into snarl. “What? No! Of course I wouldn’t fucking have— “ He might have ached to put Jamie’s head through a wall several times a day, but he wouldn’t have stood by for Jamie’s piece of shit father—

“See?” The little twat has the audacity to look triumphant at that, as if he’d scored a particularly neat goal. “That’s what I’m saying, yeah? Even when you hated my guts, you wouldn’t have said that, if you’d known what was going on. But you didn’t know, ‘cause I didn’t want you to, or anyone to, and I’m an amazing actor, yeah? So, like, it’s not fine, but it’s… Don’t beat yourself up over it, man. You didn’t know.”

It’s absolution, the kind Roy doesn’t think he deserves and the Jamie is far too quick to offer. But Jamie is also right: Roy hadn’t known. Wallowing in guilt won’t do anything to change the past, or help Jamie now.

“All right,” Roy says. “But that was still a shit thing to say and I wish hadn’t done it. You never deserved any of what that arsehole did to you, and if… fuck it, when I made you feel like I thought otherwise, that was my fucking bad, and I’m sorry.”

Jamie nods. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, man.” And there’s a tremulousness to his faint smile that makes Roy think that for all his claims to the contrary, it had still been something Jamie needed to hear.

It does Roy’s fucking head in that Jamie’s been up to see his dad several times since he got word that James Tartt is in rehab. But they’ve argued about that already, bitterly, and Roy has very reluctantly admitted that it’s not his call. All he can do is offer Jamie whatever support he needs, whenever he wants it.

Clearing his throat, Roy gives Jaime an awkward pat on the shoulder before carefully extricating himself fully from the hug. “We’re still on for dinner with Keeley tonight?” He’ll make Jamie’s favourite dish, he decides. Throw in some dessert.

“Yeah, of course, yeah.”

“Good.” He jerks his head to the door. “Go on then, tell the lads to get on the pitch, and we’ll be there in a minute.”

“Yes, Coach.”

As the door shuts behind him, Roy turns on Beard and Nate who – wisely – don’t say anything.

“I don’t want to fucking talk about this,” he tells them sharply. “I don’t want you mentioning a fucking word of it ever again.” Because maybe he’s gotten to a point where having a fucking breakdown and hugging it out with Jamie in front of them isn’t the end of the world (even if it’s a near fucking thing), but if someone tries to make him discuss it, he’ll need to start head-butting people, and he’s been trying to stay off that since he became manager, because it just isn’t a good look, is it, and he’s trying to be better about that sort of thing.

Nate and Beard glance at each other. Roy doesn’t really care for the knowing look in their eyes, but they merely offer a nod and a yeah, yeah, of course, sure in reply, and that will have to do.

In this messed up world, a lot of things would have to fucking do.

“Right,” Roy says, already moving to follow Jamie. “I’ll see you on the fucking pitch.”

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A/N: This was supposed to be the fourth of the stand alone ficlets I call The Locker Room Conversations, but it got quite a bit darker (and less team focused) than I usually do for those, so I’m not sure. I’ll sit on it for a bit, maybe fiddle a little, and see where I put it when it goes up on AO3 eventually.

If you like the idea of the team uncovering sad truths about Jamie’s past and are into heavier angst (and more of the team taking care of Jamie), I highly recommend checking out i should be the poster kid for this shit by anotherlongstoryshort / babytarttdoodoo

#well-intentioned ribbing lead to unhappy revelations #and references to earlier abuse #and roy having all the emotions about it #there’s also a very long hug because a girl’s gotta get her kicks somehow #james tartt sr is mentioned and his own warning #hurt/comfort #angst #roy kent #jamie tartt #roy & jamie #afc richmond #a team of himbos #who mean well even when they get it wrong #fic #my stuff

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skzfairyy · 10 months

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2:34am

Pairings: Bangchan x reader!

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Warnings: reader just misses her man tbh

Wc: 1.4k

AN: This is a soft hours series we’ve been working on for a couple weeks, the rest of the members will be released throughout the next couple of weeks! Enjoy! -Y2K

Light sniffles were the only sounds echoing through Y/N’s empty studio apartment in the late hours of the night. The girl was freshly washed from the shower and in her comfiest pair of pajamas. She sat in the middle of her couch, choosing to wrap herself in her fluffiest blanket like a burrito while she watched videos of her boyfriend’s famous boy group on repeat.

Y/N knew that the boys were in high demand, being the incredibly talented global superstars that they were, and usually, she’s pretty good at keeping herself busy in the time that Stray Kids went on their world tours. But it's times like these, when it’s late at night, the air is chilly, and she’s all alone while her favorite person in the entire world has been gone for almost seven months, these were the nights it would hit her the most.

Though most days have their fair amount of stressors, today was more stressful than usual. Missing her alarm and starting the morning off rushed and still being late, and not having time to grab breakfast, on top of a packed schedule. Only to come home to a mountain of chores that really can't wait another day. So after two servings of instant ramen with a few much needed shots of soju, Y/N started a load of laundry before cleaning the kitchen, and a few other household chores.

It was after all her chores and distractions were taken care of, and she was sitting alone in her (now clean) apartment, that she really began to miss her dimple-faced boyfriend more than usual. Though she knows he tries his best to message her regularly to let her know how much he misses her, nothing beats the warmth of being in Chan’s arms after a long and stressful day.

While reaching for her glass of hot tea, the security system on the wall makes a familiar chime. With a slight frown, Y/N looks at the phone in her hand, the clock reading 2:34 am. This confuses the teary-eyed woman briefly before she shuffles her way over to the screen on the wall by her front door. She frowns even more when she notices no one standing in front of her apartment, only her neighbor's front door and the usual empty hallway on the corner of the 4th floor. Her hand flies up to the intercom careful to not drop the blanket wrapped around her.

“Hello?” Her voice rings out a bit unsure, only to be met with complete silence.

Maybe it was a bug flying across the sensor?

She frowns and shuffles back to the living room area, but before she could sit, the bell chimes again. Y/N lets out a frustrated sigh before waddling her way down the hall and towards her entryway again. She reaches for the metal bat in the corner by her door, (it’s always good to be prepared), before opening it.

Standing there dressed in a black hoodie, sweatpants, and a matching beanie, was the man she missed the most over the last few months. Slung over his shoulder was a black duffle bag, and in his other hand was his silver briefcase that he never parted with, and though his face was half covered by a black mask, she could see how his smile reached his eyes the moment the door opened.

Y/N let out a high pitched squeal as she dropped the bat in her hands to cover her face, recognizing him instantly. The tears began to fall quickly and Bangchan went into panic mode.

“Hey! No no no no no! Shhh!” He surges forward, dropping the bags on the floor of her entryway quickly before pulling her blanket-wrapped body into his arms.

That didn’t exactly stop the sobs from Y/N, but instead, made her cry even harder into his shoulder, soaking his hoodie with her salty tears.

They stood there like that for a good 10 minutes, until Y/N’s sobs had finally stopped. At some point he was able to shut the door behind them, allowing them privacy from anyone passing in the hallway. He gently brushes the flyaways that stick to her forehead out of her face, as she finally looks up at him, eyes puffy and nose red from her rather emotional greeting.

“If I knew you’d cry at the sight of me, I would’ve just gone straight to the dorms jagiya.” He chuckles out, wiping away the tears from under her eyes with a soft smile.

“I- what are you doing here…?” Her voice makes her question sound a bit scratchy while she frowns in confusion.

“We just got back a couple hours ago, I had to see you.” His mask now sat at the bottom of his chin. The sweet dimples she missed so much appear proudly as he smiles, amused in his girlfriend’s actions.

“Why are you wrapped up like this?” He pats her blanket-covered back as she shrugs.

“It’s comfy.” Her words are short as she buries her face in his chest, inhaling his warm scent.

“Missed me that much, baby girl?” His arms work their way around her body, hugging her close to him as he kisses her temple.

Her response is muffled against his chest, he just laughs to himself. It felt so good to finally have his girl in his arms again after such a long time apart. Y/N’s always been the stronger one whenever his job calls him away for an extended amount of time, even if he doesn’t show how badly he’s struggling from their time apart. She’s always found a way to keep herself busy while he’s away, and never fails to respond the second he sends her a message no matter the time, and although Chan loves that about her, he is someone who thrives off of physical affection. Being away from the person he cares about most, without being able to hold them, is never easy for him. Seeing how clingy she is to him, makes his heart warm instantly. Moments like these were something he’s missed since the very first night of the tour, and everyone knew it.

Which is why it was no surprise to any of his members that her apartment was the first place Chan disappeared to the minute they left the airport.

He moves to pull away from their hug and quickly receives a whine of protest. Already sensing she’s in a clingier mood than usual, Chan lets out another chuckle and moves his arms back around her.

“Can we at least move to the couch so I can hold you better?” He whispers close to her ear.

Without any words she shuffles her feet backward, Chan moves with her instantly with an amused smile. Their feet move together across the entryway abandoning his bags as they make it to the couch without breaking the tight grip he has her in.

Chan lets out a small grunt as he allows his body to fall back onto the couch. Y/N’s body fell on top of him while letting out a small giggle. She shifts to finally look up at him, arms free, and their legs tangled together as they adjust their position comfortably, letting her blanket loosely cover their bodies.

With Y/N’s face resting against Chan’s chest, and his fingers tracing lightly onto her back, he finally glances over at the tv with her eyes following a second later, the video of their song Hellevator playing on the screen.

“Ah! Why are you watching debut era music videos?” He turns back to look at her squished cheek against his chest.

“They make me feel better when you’re not here… and I get a pretty good laugh whenever I see the hair they had you in.” She smiles widely, giggling when Crispy Chris, a nickname she gave him for his early blonde hair era, appears on the screen.

“Well, I’m here now.” He finds the remote somewhere behind him and turns the cringey video off despite her protests.

Y/N turns her face, resting her chin on her hand as they make eye contact. After 7 long months of not having her boyfriend by her side, she’s finally able to look into his beautiful eyes without a screen separating them. It was so easy to fall back into the routine with him despite his random surprise tonight, and even though it’s only for the night until his idol duties start calling again-

She gets to have this man all to herself. Her man.

And that’s what makes all these long breaks worthwhile.

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#y2kstories #bangchan x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #straykids #skz fluff #skz recs

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milaisreading · 11 months

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I really loved the kaiser and reader children I could ask please if you can one of ness I would love to see him as a small child clinging to reader if you can

Author: soo... are toddler aus now my trademark or smth😭☠️ anyways, hope u all like this one and thank u for the request 🩷

Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Pt 2

"Who is a cutie?! You are! Yes you are!" (Y/n) cooed as she pinched Ness' cheeks. The now 2-year-old boy laughed and grabbed both of her hands.

"Hmmmm!" Ness exclaimed as he nuzzled them.

'He is the most adorable, little baby! I am shedding tears!' (Y/n) thought, removing her hands from his face and hugging him tightly.

"I think (Y/n) won't mind watching Ness for the day, Noa-san." Anri laughed a little as the French man nodded his head.

"Looks like it." The man answered, secretly taking a picture of the two.

'I sometimes don't know if he is a bigger simp or if she is.' Ego thought before returning to his previous work.

"(Y/n)... why are you kissing Ness' cheeks?" Aryu asked as he glared at the magenta-eyed boy, who was sending him and Rin a victorious smirk. What had happened now? Well, after the boys found out about Ness' condition and saw the way he was clinging onto (Y/n)... a jealous hell broke loose. The first people to show it were Aryu and Rin. Although the two would like to pretend they were rational, they weren't, and instead of practicing properly they decided it was a smart thing to scare the toddler by shooting the football a little too close to him. This of course caused the boy to start crying and pissing (Y/n) off.

"You two are completely heartless! Scaring a baby like this!" The girl scolded the two as she held Ness in her arms.

"It's just Ness, (Y/n). Calm down, by tomorrow he will forget about it." As soon as Rin said that, he regretted it when he saw the glare she was sending him.

"Never mind! We are sorry, Ness!" The younger Itoshi gulped as Aryu rolled his eyes, but apologized as well.

"(Y/n)!" Ness yelled as he hugged the girl's leg, hiding from Isagi and Kurona's glares. The girl looked away from her papers and down at Ness, raising her eyebrow.

"What is it?"

"Hug!" The boy exclaimed with a smile, causing (Y/n) to let out a squeal and hugged the toddler.

"You are so adorable!"

Isagi and Kurona looked at the two in shock as Ness poked his tongue out, hugging (Y/n) tightly around her neck.

"That little bastard..."

"I hate him so much. When are they leaving?" The duo wondered, looking at each other. While the two boys were plotting a kidnapping, (Y/n) was just cooing at Ness, who was enjoying every second of it.

"No." (Y/n) said as she pushed Ness behind herself, the boy just smiling and holding tightly onto the girl's pants.

"But-"

"No Kaiser, you are not playing football with him." The German pouted and walked closer to (Y/n), causing Ness' alarm bells to ring.

"Come on, (Y/n)~ I won't play rough with him, you know me!" Kaiser said as he swung an arm around her shoulders. (Y/n) glared at him and tried to pull his arm away.

"Yeah, I know you that's why I am dying you the chance. Look Kaiser, Ness is a toddler now and can't play like he used to. Just leave him alone." (Y/n) said as Kaiser moved a little closer, trying to speak up again he was cut off by Ness. More accurately by Ness kicking him in the leg, causing Kaiser to let go of (Y/n) and grab on his bruised leg.

The girl looked at Kaiser in concern as he groaned and Ness poked his tongue out.

"Are you alright?"

"No! That little bug kicked me!" The blonde said, pointing at the magenta-eyed toddler.

"Ness?" (Y/n) asked looking down at the boy, but before she could scold him, Ness showed her his puppy dog eyes, causing (Y/n) glare to melt.

"Awww~ did the mean, old Kaiser scare you? Come here, it's alright~" (Y/n) cooed and picked Ness up, giving him a few kissed on the forehead as the boy giggled.

"It's alright, nobody is mad at you!" Kasier watched her behavior in disbelief and anger. The anger was more directed at the way Ness had the girl wrapped around his finger.

"Am I a nobody now? I am mad at him!"

Ness started crying at the sudden yells and hugged (Y/n) around her neck.

"Kaiser, you are scaring him again!" The blonde flinched at the glare she was sending him.

'I can't be losing against a toddler?!'

Chigiri knocked on (Y/n)'s bedroom door and waited for the girl to open it, which didn't take longer than a minute.

"Chigiri, what did you need?" (Y/n) asked as the redhead showed her his haircomb.

"Can you braid my hair tonight?" Chigiri asked with a small smile. (Y/n) was about to say 'yes', but was interrupted by Ness.

"(Y/n)~ sweepy..." The two looked down at the magenta-eyed boy, who was yawning and stretching his arms out.

"Ness? What is he doing here?" Chigiri asked, growing a little annoyed that he was in (Y/n)'s room. The girl hummed and picked Ness up.

"He didn't want to sleep in his own room tonight." The girl explained as the boy laid his head on her shoulder.

"And you just let him into your room?! Just like that?!" Chigiri asked with wide eyes, not believing a toddler-sized Ness was outdoing him.

"Yeah? Sorry Chigiri, I need to put Ness to sleep, maybe you can ask Aryu for help tonight."

"I... fine..." Chigiri grumbled, both annoyed and jealous of the situation. They both said their goodnights and just as (Y/n) was about to close the door, Chigiri saw Ness poke his tongue out and smirk at him. Dumbfounded Chigiri looked at the closed door and let at an annoyed groan.

"Stupid German and his stupid ways... I will kick his ass once he is back to normal."

#bllk #blue lock anime #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock manga #blue lock requests #alexis ness #alexis ness x reader #alexis ness x y/n #manager reader #isagi yoichi #bllk kurona #chigiri hyoma

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youraverageaemondsimp · 9 months

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Better Than Revenge // Alys rivers x Fem!Reader, MODERN AU. [ONE SHOT]

Summary: Your boyfriend Aemond cheats on you with Alys rivers, so you do the same.

warnings: nsfw content ahead! MDNI: age gap, mommy kink, tiddy sucking, cunnilingus, fingering, angst(?), fluff, wlw, cheating, aemond is a cunt. + not proofread!!

Enraged is not enough to describe the feeling you felt when your friend sent you pictures of aemond with his assistance, who he told you not to worry about, alys rivers.

He said he was supposed to be at a meeting tonight, but he was in a bar, spending time with her, and the next picture your friend sent made you see red.

He was kissing her.

You quickly texted your friend back, thanking them and planned on what to do.

You had realised, that when Aemond introduced you to alys, he had not mentioned that you were his girlfriend, just that you were close, you should've heard the alarm bells ringing back then but you ignored them.

You barely knew alys, and she barely knew you, it made you mad that it was possible that Aemond was two timing with both you and her. And then a plan came to your head, you smirked to yourself.

You had decided to act as you knew nothing, getting alys' number from his phone when he left to shower, and texting her.

‘Hi! This is Aemomd's friend, Y/N! I realised we both know aemond but not each other, I would love to get close to you! :)’

And from then onwards, things started to change.

You both had met up on occasions, hanging out from time to time, all unknown to Aemond, Alys was an older woman, likely in her 30s, she had more experience at things and was gentle and soft spoken, it only confirmed your suspicion that she did not know you and aemond were in a relationship, likely he never told her, considering she isn't hostile towards you.

She was very intelligent too, but you were confused as to how Aemond was able to fool her, you had guessed so when you directly asked her if she was dating Aemond and to your surprise, she looked away with a sad smile on her face, “No, not really, this is more of a situationship, he said he is not ready to commit yet.”

And that's when any remaining doubts of her getting in between you and aemond purposefully flew out of the window, considering she wouldn't be saying all that if she knew.

You held her hand, comforting her, gently.

God Aemond was a fucking douchebag.

You froze up when Aemond asked you where you have been going to lately, considering you hardly have any time for him anymore.

“Oh, nothing, I am just hanging out more with a friend, sorry i made you feel lonely.” you cradled his face and pulled it your chest, embracing him, feeling disgusted with yourself for continuing to do this, but you had to, your plan is halfway finished now.

He hummed before his hands travelled to the end of your tank up and pulled it upward, revealing your breasts to him, his head came forward to take your nipple into his mouth, you felt like throwing up so you pushed his head away and he furrowed his eyebrows at that, “Sorry, I'm not in the mood today.” you try to convince him, pulling down your tank top and he nods.

He said he got an urgent call and left your house, you scoffed, knowing he went to alys to get his dick wet, you fumed at the thought, until a few minutes later you received a text from alys herself.

‘Can we meet up tomorrow?’ and you felt your heart race, you thought she had found out before you would tell her everything but you replied a yes and the next message made you sigh out of relief.

‘That's splendid, let's meet at the same cafe! ♡’

You smiled to yourself at the text.

Aemond returned barely an hour later, irritated for an odd reason, something must've happened, so you asked what happened and he simply ignored you, grumbled and fell next to you on the bed.

He didn't get his dick wet.

You went up and met alys and she immediately hugged you when she spotted you, and you sat down at your usual table, you noticed that she was more quieter than usual, and sadder.

“Aemond came over yesterday.” she said, you let out a unsurprised oh, she sighed heavily. “Listen, I know you are his friend but, he is a fucking prick. I wanted to talk to him about what to label our relationship but he simply ignored me and tried to get in my pants, so I fucking slapped him.” she said, anger flowing out of her words, you felt delighted.

“He deserves it.” you say and she looks at you, and takes your hand in hers, “Are-” she swallows, “Are you into woman?” she asks nervously and you nod, “I am yes, why?” and you swear you saw her face light up immediately before she concealed it.

“Nothing, just asking.” she soothes your hands, “I- I got this matching rings for us..” she showed you them and you felt your heart flutters when she shows you what she got, “It's beautiful!” you exclaim, feeling happy and but guilty when she gives you a smile.

And that's when you decided to come clean to her. About everything.

She was shocked at first, but then she was angry and you felt your heart break, knowing your friendship would come to an end, but to your surprise, she didn't end your friendship.

“I suspected that he was sleeping with you too, but I didn't realize he was actually dating you. I'm sorry.” she apologized and you shook your head “No no, it's fine, you didn't know— which is why I wanted to- talk to you but, I found myself enjoying your company more and more and I couldn't find the heart to tell you.” you said shyly.

It was true. Your original plan was to befriend her and tell her and then break up with Aemond, he would've surely gone to her for comfort and she would've also ended the situationship with him, hurting him twice.

She chuckles at your shyness, before giving you smile, “Thank you.” she says making you confused, “Thank you for being honest with me– you had every right to hate me but you decided to find the sides of the story first, and I'm sorry, I did not know he was a man like that.” she comes over and sits next to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

Your eyes flicker to her lips and she looks at you for a moment before she leans in, you both kiss, it was a gentle one.

She pulls away and you blush, hiding your face in her shoulder, feeling embarrassed, luckily no one witnessed the kiss.

She had invited you to her home and you went gladly, you sat on the couch nervously, the tension between the both of you rising, she fetches you a class of water and you drink it, she plops down next to you on the couch.

You both had planned to watch a movie and she put on a mediocre TV show that was neither good nor bad, you felt her place her hand on your thigh, drawing circles on it, you tried not to let it bother you, but it travelled further near you core.

You involuntary clenched your thights shut when her hand grazed over your clothed cunt, you were wearing a short skirt. She turns her gaze over to you and you breathe heavily.

She pushes you back against the couch before getting on of top you, bending down to kiss you as her hands travelled up your shirt and pulled it upwards, groping your tits in both her hands, giving them a tight squeeze before playing with the nipple.

She broke away the kiss and trailed kises downwarda towards your breasts before she took one of your breasts in her mouth, you whined when you felt her teeth nip at your stiffened peak, you cradled her head against your tit, hands in her dark locks of hair as she stared at you with her emeralf green eyes.

She let goes of your breast with a pop before moving down, discarding you of all your clothes until you were completely bare, she did the same, ridding herself of her clothes before she went further down.

She placed wet kisses on your thighs before she dived in your dripping cunt, her tongue licking in long strides, sucking on your clit, your hands gripped her head, pushing her head to be as close as possible, you grinded your hips against her face.

She moaned against you, vibrations shot up your body, she dragged her tongue up and down before taking in your clit in her mouth once again as her hands parted your thighs even further.

You felt a building up tension in your core as she continued her ministations, your nipples hard from arousal, she pulled away before spitting on your cunt and devouring you again, it was filthy, but oh gods it was so good.

You moaned her name out loud when you felt the coil in your core snap, body trembling as the orgasm hit you in waves, she pulled away before switching positions.

She lined her cunt up against yours, your leg thrown over her shoulded before she rutted against your cunt, your clits rubbing against one another, you moaned from the overstimulation.

She fastened her pace, nearing her orgasm as well before she came too, moaning your name loudly, her head dipped down you take your nipple in her mouth, she suckled on it.

You got bold and switched positions, being on top of her, you trailed kisses down her pale and milky skin, to her breasts before you suckled on it, closing your eyes in content, your hand travelled to her dripping folds.

You rubbed her clit before dipping two long fingers into her awaiting cunt, she whined when you shoved your fingers inside of her, you slowly started thrusting them in and out, leaving her tits with a pop to look down as her cunt engulfs your fingers, you groan at sight.

“M-mommy look at you.” those words escaped your mouth before you can stop them, you felt embarassed but alys didn't say anything, she just smirk before caressing your face, “Does my babygirl enjoy when her mommy is pleased?” she asks and you nod eagerly. Hands speeding up, she throws her head back.

“F-fuck I'm so close baby- keep going like for mommy yeah?” she pants and you obey her, she let's out a lewd moan when she cums all over your hands, you pull your fingers out before looking at her, she looks at you through narrowed eyes and you put those fingers in your mouth sucking on her juices, she gives you a content smirk at that.

She presses her lips to you and you both end up in a late make out session, her hands rubbing up and down your sides, your naked bodies entangled, “Gods, you're so beautiful.” she murmers, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“what the fuck.” your head snaps to the voice and you're shocked, it was Aemond, who was looking at you both wide eyed, shocked at your state.

Alys forgot to lock the door.

You and Alys look at each other before staring at him intensely, alys helps you dress up and she dresses up too, Aemond waits there awkwardly.

“Uh- I'm sorry.” is the first thing he says, likely understanding that you both had figured out about his antics, alys sits there, arms crossed and she gives you a nod.

You go up to Aemond, he looks at you, expecting you to forgive him, but you punch him in the face. He's shocked and falls back, “We're over.” you spit venomously.

“So are we, if we were ever a thing.” Alys speaks up, before making her way over to you and pushes Aemond out before slamming the door in his face and locking it.

She turns to you and you both burst out laughing.

And soon enough, you and her began dating.

You both move out of your old places and move into a new apartment, blocking Aemond and changing your numbers so he stops pestering you guys, he still has your insta and he sends various dms to you through multiple accounts but you just block them, and soon enough, they stop.

Alys told you about her passion for witchcraft, how she casts protection spells, and how much firmly she believes in it, you listen to her talk about it with a smile on your face, and she does the same when you talk about the things you are passionate about.

#alys rivers #alys rivers smut #alys rivers x reader #alys rivers x reader smut #alys hotd #alys rivers hotd #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #aemond #aemond targaryen #hotd smut #hotd x reader #x reader #x reader smut

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parkerdoeswriting · 7 months

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Anyone Else But You

(TASM!Peter x PregTeen!Reader)

category: fluff oneshot that has semi angsty undertones?

summary: teen!reader gets preggo, is afraid to tell Peter

warnings: (teen) pregnancy, reader is referred to in GN terms but is AFAB or whatever, teen pregnancy, brief mentions of intimate encounters but not really talked about, brief mentions of termination/not keeping baby

word count: 1.6k

A/N: I just recently watched Juno and thought it’d be a cute concept DONT COME AFTER ME

Also make sure to be safe while canoodling guys!!

“Shit”.

That’s the only word you can think of as you look at the positive pregnancy tests.

“Shit, shit, shit”.

How could this happen to you? I mean, you and Peter were always careful, you don’t understand?!

“Shit”

You think of Peter and your family, how would they react to this? Would they be supportive? Would Peter break up with you? Would your parents kick you out? You’re only 17… you have your whole life ahead of you!

You stuff the tests into a plastic baggie, zipping it up and shoving it in your backpack. You look at your stomach, lightly rubbing your fingers over it.

You undress and throw on your pajamas, heading to bed and hoping that when you wake up, today was just a dream…

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Beep… beep… beep…

You groan softly, your hand sleepily reaching for your alarm clock. You shut off the noise, rubbing your eyes as you awaken, remembering the events of yesterday.

You get up, swiftly pulling on a comfortable outfit for school. You grab your bag and check it, looking once again at the pregnancy tests, you sigh.

You head downstairs to the kitchen, backpack in hand as you grab a granola bar, shoving it in your bag as well.

“Sweetie?” your mother calls for you, noticing you are awake.

Your body tenses as you turn around, making eye contact with her.

“Hi” you quietly say, running your hands through your messy hair.

“How was your sleep?” she questions, pouring you some cereal.

“It was alright… I guess” you answer, sitting down at the table.

She slides the bowl onto the table, sitting down next to you with her breakfast.

“Are you gonna take the bus or do you want me to drive you today?” she asks, eating.

“Can you drive me?” you sigh, playing with your cereal.

She nods, smiling.

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“Bye sweetie!” your mother exclaims as she drives away, leaving you in front of your highschool.

You look around, clutching your bag as you look at it. You pray you don’t run into Peter, but knowing him, he’ll be hunting you down in the halls.

You sigh and head to your locker, getting ready for the first bell to ring. You open your locker, browsing through your various binders and textbooks.

“Hey” a familiar voice whispers in your ears, hands wrapping around your waist.

“Hey Pete” you say, smiling faintly.

You turn around, seeing your boyfriend in all of his glory. He smiles widely at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“How are you?” he asks sweetly, his fingers interlocking with yours

“Fine” you shrug, avoiding eye contact with him.

“You sure?” he tilts his head, “You look upset”.

“Just tired” you give him a fake smile, bringing both thumbs up.

The first bell rings, and you are internally thankful.

“Bye” you whisper, taking off to your class.

He waves you off, the look of concern evident on his face.

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For the next month, you don’t tell a single soul. Your head battling the idea of keeping it or not.

Luckily though, you aren’t starting to show any signs of visible pregnancy

Another weekend arrives and you’re stuck at home. You’ve been blowing off hanging out with your friends and your boyfriend. Not having any energy to do anything except worry about your future, you knew it wasn’t healthy, but you couldn’t stop.

You could tell your boyfriend was frustrated, and that he knew you were hiding something, but he wasn’t aware of what that was.

Your phone vibrates on your nightstand as you watch tv, you look to see who it is.

Peter.

You ignore it, snuggling more into your bed as you cup your non-existent bump. You don’t mean to be so distant with him, but you can’t stand to face him.

There’s a knock at your bedroom door.

“Sweetie? Peter’s here for you” your mum says through your locked door.

You groan and get up, looking at your not really presentable state.

“One second” you shout from your room.

You try smoothing your hair and outfit, which makes a slight difference, but not a lot.

You head downstairs, going to the front entrance, where you see a nervous Peter anxiously waiting for you.

“Hey” you say, shoving your hands in your pockets.

He smiles faintly at you, heading up to you and wrapping you in a big hug. You reciprocate, laying your head in the crook of his neck and wrapping your arms around his waist.

You stay like this for a while, either one of you waiting for the other to let go first.

“Wanna go on a walk?” he asks you, cupping your face with his hands.

“Lemme get changed first” you say, heading back upstairs.

You internally freak out as you swiftly grab a change of clothes, choosing a pair of jeans and a cozy sweater. You slip them on and head for your bedroom door again, but as your hand gently turns the brass knob, it stops.

You look back into your room, looking at your backpack, which is lying next to your bed. You bite your lip nervously, wondering if telling him right now was the best idea.

“Shit”.

You quickly throw on your backpack, racing down the steps once again. You see Peter talking to your dad about whatever, and you swiftly stand beside him, taking his hand.

“Ready to go?” he asks you, giving your hand a firm but gentle squeeze.

You nod, saying a swift goodbye to your parents as you both head out. One hand clutches your backpack strap, and the other clutches your boyfriend's hand.

The air outside is crisp, not too cold, not too warm. You decide to head to a playground near your house, one you and Peter tend to hang out alot at. You walk mainly in silence, just enjoying the presence of one another.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly, frowning as he looks at you, his hand never once leaving yours.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I respond, not looking at his face.

“You’ve been ignoring me” he states, sighing.

You don’t say anything, not wanting to admit it. You both reach the playground, and you head to the swing set.

You both sit down on the two swings beside each other, swinging faintly. Your head leans against the chain closest to Peter, your hands in your pocket.

“Do… do you want to break up?” he asks sadly, slowly rocking on the swing.

“What?” you exclaim in shock, looking at him with widened eyes.

“It’s just, I feel like you don’t wanna be with me anymore, we never talk and when we do it’s just small little answers” he sighs, looking back at you.

“Of course I want to be with you, Peter” you say, your hand reaching for his.

He sniffles softly, trying to hide his face so you can’t see.

“Peter, baby, I’m sorry” you sniffle as well, tears brimming in your eyes.

Stupid hormones.

“I don’t wanna break up with you, I really love you” his face contorts to hide his distress.

You ball your hands into fists, feeling the weight of your backpack on your back. You swiftly take it off, scavenging through it.

“What are you doing?” he questions as he wipes his face, his tone still sniffly.

You grab the plastic baggie, opening it and shoving the three tests in his hand.

“Wha-“ he stumbles, looking at the tests.

You can see the cogs in his brain working, his brain trying to figure out what lies in his hands. Once he does figure it out, his eyes widen and his jaw drops.

“Are- are you joking?” he chokes, gripping the tests.

You start crying, not knowing if he’s mad or happy. You bury your head into your palms, too ashamed to look at him. He hears your sobbing and quickly springs into action.

“Baby-“ he says, getting out of the swing seat and crouching in front of you.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m pregnant, we were so careful” you cry out, ignoring his presence in front of you.

“Baby, please look at me” he gently takes your hands away from your face, holding them.

You are then forced to look down at him, his eyes still wide. His mouth curls into a small smile, pressing kisses to your palm. Tears flow freely down your face, dripping into your lap.

“You’re pregnant?” he smiles widely, his hand gently caressing your belly.

You nod, your hands heading to rest over his.

“Are you mad?” you ask sheepishly, frowning as you scan his face for any emotion.

“No, why would I be?” he replies, looking up at you as he kneels between your legs.

“Because we are both young.. and we have our whole life ahead of us..” I sigh, sniffling softly.

“Do you want to keep the baby?” he asks, being genuine.

“Because if you do or don’t, it’s your choice okay? I’ll love and support you any which way” he adds.

“I think.. I think I want to…” you reply, biting your lip.

“Really?” he exclaims, his smile widening.

You nod, smiling at him.

“I’m so happy for us” he buries his head into your lap, hugging your waist.

“I’m scared” you confess, running your fingers through his thick brown hair.

“I’ll always be there for you, okay? Anything you need..” he says, pressing kisses to your clothed stomach.

“Thank you” you smile softly, your face blushing.

“Anything for you” he says, seriousness in his voice.

You smile, and for the first time in a while, you feel safe.

#peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #tasm! peter parker x you #peter parker #tasm!peter one shot #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm! peter x you

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chucksfavouriteprophet · 1 year

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Heal - III

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (female)

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👣 Summary: Steve and the others return to the compound to find it in disaray.

Warnings: Descriptions of sexual assault and forced knotting/bonding, self-hatred, angst, vomit

Word count: 1,724

🫀Part II

That afternoon, the others returned. At first, nothing seemed out of place, and the Avengers went about their usual business unloading the quinjet and cleaning themselves up. But it was after that when things started to feel a little different.

It wasn't unusual for Bucky to be keeping to himself, so Steve wasn't expecting to see him instantly. After a few hours he checked the gym, expecting to find his old friend there, but it clearly hadn't been touched since he'd gone away. He wasn't overly concerned; he hadn't seen you either, and usually you were hanging around the living area and would normally have at least welcomed them all back and asked about what exciting things had happened on the mission. Sure, you weren't necessarily close, but it wasn't implausible that you had gone out for the day together.

Alarm bells didn't ring until a good few hours after their return, when Nat made her usual silent entrance into the kitchen where Steve was reading a paper and Bruce was ruining a perfectly basic pasta dish.

"Hey Bruce, did Y/N go out today?" She tossed an apple in the air absentmindedly and slid onto the counter to watch him fumble about the stove.

"What? Er, no, I mean, I don't think so. I haven't seen her. Clint might have."

"Clint might have what?" The inquisitive archer piped up as he entered room with burning ears.

"Seen Y/N today."

He shook his head with a shrug. "Now you mention it, I haven't actually. Or Tin Man, but let's be honest that's not exactly a surprise. He's not exactly Mr Social."

Steve rustled his paper and set it down on the table. "I haven't seen Bucky either. I assumed him and Y/N had gone somewhere."

Nat and Clint both looked over at each other and snorted as Bruce jumped into action as the water boiled over the sides of the pan.

"Together? I'm not sure about that Steve. But hell, you know the guy better than any of us." Taking a bite out of her apple, Nat pushed herself off the counter and made her way to the door. "I'll see if Y/N is in her room, that's probably the best place to start."

Whilst you were in your room, it wasn't quite the scene Natasha was expecting. Your curtains were pulled tightly closed, and you were curled up in the sheets shivering.

"Y/N? Hey, you alright?" She peered round the door, frowning at the strange odour that wafted around. You grunted, and she took that as a sign to come closer.

"Christ, you look like shit. You sick or something?' Concerned, she reached out to rest a hand on your burning forehead but you shied away.

"Er, yeah. Just a bit under the weather, but I'll be fine. How was the mission?" Despite the fever that had started to ravage your body, you pulled the duvet up around your chin as though to seek warmth.

"Fine, easy. Look, are you sure you're fine? No offence but it kinda smells weird in here...are you due a heat or something?"

You gulped and squeezed your eyes shut. Engaging in conversation was the last thing you wanted to do right now.

"Yeah I guess so. Got new suppressants, maybe I'm reacting badly to them." The lie came out too easy.

She nodded, not entirely fooled but not willing to push you. It might have been dark in the room but she could tell you didn't look your best and probably needed to rest.

"Okay, well I'll come check on you in a bit. Call if you need anything, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah sure. Thanks, Nat."

You waited until you heard the click of the door close before you rolled over and lurched for the bin tucked under your bed. Your stomach was beyond empty now and you thought that perhaps you were literally puking your guts up at this point, but it didn't stop the nausea from consuming you. You had no clue how much time had passed since you'd gone to see Bucky, but you knew the crew were due back that evening so it couldn't have been long. Most of that time you'd spent swimming in and out of consciousness, the fever slowly rising and the pressure in your head expanding. But it was the pain in your stomach that was the worst. Your body was craving your alpha's touch and suffering without it. Your weak legs were sticky with slick and your pussy was crying out for attention. Whenever you were conscious, you tried your hardest to satisfy yourself, but it barely helped. Orgasm after orgasm only relieved the pain for an hour or so, and each time seemed shorter than that before.

You knew what this was. You'd heard of it, but it was rare because when most omegas bonded with their alpha, it was part of something bigger and something meaningful. Sex was a huge part of that, and usually lasted for days after. A physical bond in your gland might be the sign of a bond, but it needed to be cemented with passion and knotting. For some omegas, just the first knot that accompanied the bonding was enough, but for most it took a few in the days after for the mark to settle.

Clearly, that was the case for you. Except you hadn't had Bucky's knot since the incident, and he certainly wasn't going to give it to you any time soon. Which meant the bond was starting to fade and your body was freaking out. Your hormones had dramatically changed the second you had been marked and now you were reliant on your alpha's knot to keep them in balance. Yes, there were suppressants to help for periods when an alpha and omega were apart for prolonged periods of time, but that wasn't exactly an option right now. So everything was going crazy and your body didn't know how to handle itself. Neurons were firing in all the wrong places, and your body was reacting in strange ways. Sometimes your muscles contracted into spasm, sometimes they locked and became rigid. And you guessed it was only going to get worse.

All you could do was ride it out. You couldn't exactly tell the others what had happened, or Bucky would be done for and you were hardly in a condition to defend him. So you just had to handle yourself until your body settled down and realised it wasn't going to get the knot it wanted and the bond faded. Seeing as you felt like utter shit, you figured it couldn't get much worse so you were probably at the peak of it. You could easily spend the day in bed claiming to be sick or having a bad heat, and in the morning you could try and talk to Bucky about what had happened.

In your delirious state, it never crossed your mind that the Avengers might question why he had locked himself in The Cube.

Bucky hadn’t answered any of Steve’s texts or calls, which wasn’t unusual seeing as neither of them had quite got to grips with 21st century technology. But his bike was still in the garage, and nothing seemed to be missing from his room, so Steve knew something was up.

He didn’t want to check The Cube, because he didn’t want his best friend to be there. If he was, it meant something truly awful had happened. But it was the only place he hadn’t looked, and if Bucky was there, Steve was sure he would need his support.

That didn’t stop his heart from breaking at the sight of his comrade.

"Oh man...what happened?" Steve was slow with his approach, but as soon as he heard Bucky whimper and his chest stutter, he knew he wasn't facing the Winter Solider.

"I fucked it man, I really fucked it." Steve could tell by the rawness in his voice that this was the first time he'd spoken in a few hours.

"Y/N..." it all made sense now. You hadn't been around the compound either that evening, and if Bruce and Clint didn't know what had gone on, that meant it had to be between you and Bucky.

Steve's oldest friend looked up at him like a lost puppy. His stringy hair was greasy and hung lifelessly, mirrored by his purple bags cushioning sunken eyes. Track marks ran down his cheeks from crying, but it was clear he was all cried out now. Sitting like this, curled up on the floor in the corner of an isolated room made Steve's blood feel like ice. He had vowed Bucky he would never be in this position again, and yet somehow here they were.

"What did you do, Buck." It was more a statement than a question.

"It was just a nightmare. Just like it always is. But you weren't there, Steve. And-and she was. And it felt so good, man. She was comforting, ya' know. I actually felt safe.

But I let it go too quick. He-he still had me in his grasp and he didn't want to let go...I don't know what happened, but I hurt her. I really hurt her Steve."

He really didn't want to ask. "Is she alive?"

The nod was small but it was there. That was all Steve needed to let the breath out he was holding.

"But I bonded with her. I forced myself on her. I marked her."

The silence that hung over the pair spoke a thousand words. Steve knew sometimes Bucky didn't know how to control his alpha side, and he knew that often the lines were blurred between the Winter Soldier and his innate alpha. So he knew how big this was.

"But it wasn't you, Buck. You were him, right?"

With a snort, Bucky turned away. "What difference does it make? The Solider is gone now, Shuri made sure of that, so whatever traces he leaves are just memories. You can't blame him anymore. Only me."

"We'll fix this, Bucky. I swear. But you can't stay here."

"Steve, I'm not leaving this cage until the bond has worn off. And then I'm getting as far away from here as I can, before I do even more damage. And you cannot stop me."

🫁 Part IV

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skyward-floored · 7 months

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Hi hello, I got inspired by a thing and wrote an Incredibles au fic about Malon and Hyrule this afternoon, hope you all enjoy :)

I felt so bad for Hyrule writing this aaaah he’s just a little guy... good thing he has Malon <3

Ao3

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CRASH

Malon jumped at the sound of something breaking in the kitchen, nearly dropping the basket of laundry she was holding. There was a telling silence after the crash, and she felt a surge of exasperation, squeezing her eyes shut.

It had already been a stressful day— Wind was sick, and Legend was starting to come down with something as well, and Malon had gotten behind in the laundry checking up on the two of them. Four had been clingy up until she’d put him down for a nap, and she’d also had to break up no less then three separate arguments between Wild and Legend, the latter extra grumpy because of his sore throat. Malon’s patience was rapidly unraveling, and this was just the icing on the cake.

She held in a groan, and set down the basket, tromping into the kitchen with her hands on her hips.

“Wild, if you broke my vase because you haven’t been being careful with your super speed again, then you’re going to be in some serious trouble mister—”

But Wild wasn’t who Malon found when she walked into the kitchen. Rather Hyrule was standing next to the sink, eyes wide as he stared down at the mess of what looked like a shattered cup, broken pieces and spilled water all over the floor.

“...Hyrule? What happened?” she asked, surprised at not seeing the usual culprit. “Did you drop a cup?”

He startled at her voice, and seemed at a loss for words, looking between her and the mess without saying anything. Malon raised an eyebrow when he didn’t reply, and gestured to the mess again.

“Hyrule, did you drop your glass? Or did somebody else?”

Malon took a step towards Hyrule as she spoke, but the second she did, his shoulders shot up, and he quickly stepped back from her.

“I-I did, but I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Hyrule said frantically, backing away from Malon. “I’ll— I’ll fix it, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

She immediately stopped moving towards him, looking at Hyrule in surprise at his reaction.

“Honey, it’s only a glass, you don’t have to be upset,” she said with a worried look, but Hyrule only seemed to get more panicked, backing away until his back hit the wall.

“I’m sorry, it— it was an accident! I wasn’t trying to, I’m sorry I’m sorry—”

“Hyrule, it’s okay—”

“I’m sorry! Please don’t punish me!”

His voice broke on the words, and Malon studied him for a moment, alarm bells ringing in her mind. All of a sudden she realized what was happening, and her heart fell straight to her shoes.

Hyrule must have had this happen to him before, when he wasn’t living with them.

During the period of his life he refused to talk about.

Oh.

“Link,” Malon said steadily, as Hyrule sank to to the ground, curling up on himself at the name. Oh no, bad choice. “...Hyrule,” she tried again, “it’s okay, I’m not mad.”

Her son had begun to shake, his eyes welling with tears, and Malon was starting to feel at a loss, unsure of how to help without making him more upset. She looked around, then carefully lowered herself to her knees, far away enough to not crowd Hyrule, but close enough to provide comfort if he decided he wanted it.

“Hyrule,” Malon said softly, and he looked at her with a scared expression. “It’s okay. It was an accident, and we can easily clean it up. I’m not going to punish you for making a mistake.”

“B-but I broke it, I was clumsy, I’m sorry I—”

“Honey, it’s okay,” Malon soothed. “I can’t tell you how many times your father has knocked into things and broken them because of his eye. Maybe I get annoyed at him for a little while, but he never does it on purpose, and we clean it up together.”

Hyrule didn’t say anything, tears still slipping down his nose.

Malon bit her lip, then cautiously scooted closer to her son, making sure he was okay with it before moving. Hyrule watched her sharply, but didn’t move away, and she carefully set her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it with soft circles when he didn’t throw her off.

Hyrule slowly relaxed at her touch, and his shoulders lowered. His shaking began to still as they sat there in silence, and eventually he let Malon move closer, until she was right next to him.

“It’s okay, honey,” Malon repeated in a gentle voice, and Hyrule wiped his nose on his sleeve. She exhaled, and brushed some tears off his cheek, then met his eyes. “It’s only a cup. I know it was an accident.”

“You’re not gonna hu... do anything?” Hyrule whispered, and Malon shook her head.

“Oh honey, no,” she said in dismay, and pulled him into a hug, loose enough that he could pull away if he wanted to. He didn’t though, instead sinking into her arms with a quiet sigh. “It was an accident. Everyone breaks things sometimes, you didn’t do anything wrong. After all, it’s not like you emptied my cupboard and started throwing cups just to be destructive.”

Hyrule let out a soft giggle, so small Malon could barely hear it, but it warmed her heart anyway.

“It’s okay,” she repeated, and Hyrule rested his head on her shoulder. She sat with him on the floor for a while longer even though she had things to do, holding him while he finished calming down. Everything else could wait right now.

“I’m really sorry I broke it,” Hyrule whispered after a while, and Malon ran a gentle hand through his hair.

“I know. And it’s okay, Hyrule. It was an accident.”

She pulled back and smiled at him a little worriedly, brushing a hand through his hair again.

“Now let’s make sure you don’t have any glass stuck in you, then we can clean up this mess,” she said warmly, and Hyrule nodded, looking relieved. Malon helped him up, and over to a chair so she could check him over, and cleaned the few tiny pieces of glass from his foot.

But even as Malon bandaged up Hyrule’s foot, and he helped her clean up the shattered cup, the image of him begging her not to do anything to him stayed in her head, making her chest hurt more and more every time it replayed.

Nobody is going to hurt you like that again, Link, she promised silently as he helped her sweep up the last of the glass. Nobody.

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sc0tters · 9 months

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Better off with him | Luke Hughes

summary: when Luke leans on the city of New York to help cure his sorrows, you get enlisted to help bring him back in one piece. this gives you two the chance to do something you haven’t, talked.

request: yes/no

warnings: underage drinking, drunk and sad Luke.

word count: 2.15k

authors note: I wanna start this off by saying how much I love each and every one of you who made it this far into the series. I’m glad that this became something that we all got to enjoy together. I’ll honestly miss giving Luke and the reader the shit that I did. And to those who wanted a happy ending, you are finally going to get your wish.

previous part

You felt disappointed,

You had hoped for more from the evening yet you were only met with breadcrumbs.

It was like you had gone to Christmas dinner, only to be fed one small plate. Silently wishing that Luke would give you more but at the same time you didn’t want to force anything, so you put on a brave face and cracked your best smile as you acted like you were happy.

The replay of your interaction with him was on full screen in your mind as you were sat in your bath. The tub seemed like the right place to be as you looked for some kind of stress reliever, so you had your various lavender bathsalts, bubble bath, and a bath bomb all in the mix as you enjoyed the bath. The water was at the perfect temperature as it provided warmth and moisture to your skin.

Unfortunately for you though. The relaxing atmosphere that you had created was quickly ended when the music from your speaker cut off when your phone started ringing.

Seeing as it was Jack who was calling you were quick to answer. The Hughes boy only ever called you on a Tuesday for your weekly catch up session, as it was a cold Sunday evening in New York it was safe to say that your alarm bells were ringing. So you quickly pulled your arm out of the water not caring to dry it before you answered the call “you okay Jacky?” You asked trying to cover the alarm in your voice.

Pulling your body forward as you ignored the way the bath water sloshed around your body “I’m fine,�� Jack was quick to calm you down “Luke went exploring after the game and nobody has been able to contact him.” He explained somehow making you feel more nervous than you did before you answered the call. It was like time began to slow as you processed the news “let me get dressed and I’ll go looking.” In your time in the city you had learnt the ins and outs about the bar life. Something told you that he’d go there first “thanks, I’ll let you know if we find him.” With that you hung up your phone as you practically jumped out of the tub.

You were quick to grab the underwear that you had worn during that day as well as your favourite sweatpants and hoodie that you paired with a random pair of sneakers. Dashing out of your apartment like you were leaving a breeze behind you.

Luke had been sat in the bar for the last two hours as he drunk away his sorrows. He told the bartender the whole story as the older dude continued to feed the hockey player alcohol at his request. Luke knew that he was being an emotional wreck for no real reason but he needed to get his feelings out and it seemed like the bartended was willing to listen.

The older man wanted to feel sorry for the boy but at the same time he knew that based on what Luke had told him, the young devils player deserved to feel some version of the emotional wreck that he had put your through.

As Luke slammed his glass back on the table he let out a sob “she’s got this smile that gets you weak in the knees,” he pointed out as those were his favourite pictures to go back to on your Instagram.

The bartenders eyes went wide “like yay height?” He asked as he motioned to where you would stand in height perfectly.

The hockey player nodded “how’d you-” he was cut off someone threw their arms around him.

He didn’t even have to look to know it was you but with the idea of you still being his dream he had to make sure that he was indeed awake “you’re safe,” you mumbled with a sigh of relief as you placed your hand on his jaw as you scanned his face to make sure that he was alright.

Luke felt like a child “how’d you know I was here?” He slurred his words as he furrowed his eyebrows.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket “Jack told me that you were missing,” you explained as you held your phone up “smile,” you added as you took a picture of him to send to his older brother.

you: gonna get him to sober up before I bring him back x

The youngest Hughes wrapped his arms around your waist “can’t believe you’re here,” he mumbled as he took an awkwardly large whiff of your scent.

The move caused you to laugh as the boy turned clingy “where did you think I was going to be?” You asked as you cocked your head.

You smiled as he rested his chin on your chest “with Mat,” Luke complained hinting back to what he had seen in the players area just hours ago.

This was the first time that the boy was given the chance to take in your beauty in person “don’t like him like that,” you shook your head as you sat next to him.

The bartender sent you a nod as he walked off leaving the boys glass empty “but you kissed him,” he pointed out as he sent you a pout.

The words tasted sour on his tongue “is little Lukey jealous?” You asked letting out a laugh “besides he’s not my type,” you loved Mat but you weren’t in love with him. You didn’t let yourself fall for the Canadian when the boy in front of you still had full rights to your heart.

Your words made Luke smile “he’s not?” He repeated your words to make sure that he hadn’t misheard you.

The nod you sent him seemed to help him sober up a bit “I’m sorry,” he looked down to the letter, your letter that he had been reading.

It made you feel weird on the inside how Luke knew what all of the cards in your hand were but you didn’t know if he was playing the same game “s not your fault,” you shook your head as you knew that you were the one at fault for letting your imagination fill up your fantasies creating those unfair expectations for Luke.

The boys hand slipped onto your knee “didn’t need to be a total dick to you though,” he pointed out as he sent you a comforting smile.

Reading your letter had seriously put everything into perspective for the younger boy. He had to say that part of him was happy that you had fallen for a guy like him despite being two years his senior. The girl who should have had boys dropping at her feet, went through a period where you wanted nothing more than the Devils player, you wanted him before he had the NHL rookie title to his name and everything. But now it seemed like he had missed his chance.

Luke said he didn’t think he stood a chance because he didn’t think you would ever take him in. Not that he would have ever blamed you for turning him down, after all of the shit he had put you through Luke seriously didn’t think that anyone would take him back.

The bartender nervously came over to the duo “sorry you two but were closing,” he mumbled as he handed Luke back his credit card.

You looked at the boy desperate to not let the evening end just yet “do you want to come over to mine?” You asked as you cocked your head “to talk,” you were quick to add as your eyes went wide at the thought of overstepping with him.

The boy nodded “I’d like that,” he smiled as he got up and grabbed his jacket “I live just down here,” you explained as your apartment was a mere three minute walk from the bar.

The cold New York air made you clutch onto Luke’s hand in an attempt to warm yourself up. The gesture caused him to smile, he squeezed your hand as this way to tell you that he wasn’t going anywhere “that one is mine,” you smiled as you pointed to the apartment that had fairy lights on the fairy lights on its balcony.

To Luke this was totally your apartment, it was the perfect way to show you character.

As you two stood in the elevator Luke strung together a few feasible sentences that he could say to you that weren’t just ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I fucked up,’ but as he stared at you it only seemed to hit you in your knees “you wanna talk about what happened tonight?” You asked hinting to both the fight as well as his drinking “do I have to?” He cringed as he didn’t want to tell you about the things that he had said to Mat.

The comments from both boys were better kept away from the girl “I’ll just get you some food then,” you nodded wanting to respect his boundaries.

You unlocked the door to your apartment as you let him in “kitchen is just to the right,” you explained as you shut the door behind you.

Luke watched as you scavenged through your kitchen to find the perfect things for a midnight snack “why are you doing all of this for me?” He rubbed his chin as he sat at her kitchen counter.

You looked up from the drawer “because I want to Luke,” you smiled as you went back to what you were doing “but I’ve been so awful.” Luke mumbled as he continued to feel bad.

It brought you a sense of comfort that he was beginning to realise what it was that he had done “you need this,” you shrugged as you didn’t want to say that you would never turn him away, regardless of where you two stood.

So Luke just sat in silence as he watched you ramble on about how life was so different with the Islanders “what?” You asked as you could feel him staring at you.

He smiled as he fiddled with the ring on his index finger “was just thinking,” the boy explained as you softly rolled your eyes.

Usually corny jokes weren’t your thing “a plate of food for your thoughts?” You smiled as you handed him the sandwich that you had made.

Luke let out a low laugh “do you think we could ever be friends?” He was honestly terrified to hear your answer.

It was a total double edged sword for him, whilst he wanted to know your answer he also feared the idea that you might only be doing this for Jack.

There was a twinge at your heart “I’ve always wanted to be your friend,” you confessed as you still wanted something more but you were ready to be just friends.

It was a simple sacrifice that you had already made your mind up on.

Luke got up as he wanted to walk over to you “clean slate?” He begged as he leaned against the counter next to you.

You nodded “I’m y/n,” you smiled as you held your hand out for him to shake it.

He laughed appreciating how you went along with it “Luke,” the hockey player took your hand as he gave it a squeeze.

Six months later

The Devils were back in New York for their final regular game of the season. The weather was now warmer and as a result your mood was warmer too. That meant that you also willingly went out for daily walks, and as you made your way to the door you were met with someone on the other side of the door “Luke?” You cocked your head in surprise.

You were only meant to see him that evening “hi,” his eyes went wide as he looked at the bouquet in his hands “this is for you,” he added as he shoved the roses into your palms.

A laugh was drawn from your lips but you went quiet as you saw the piece of card that was attached by a ribbon.

Benny’s tomorrow at 7 with me?

Although you had remained single for the last six months, your love for Luke hadn’t decreased, in fact -and you didn’t think it was possible- it seemed to multiply “so what do you say?” The hockey player asked as he wiped his hands on his jeans since they had grown sweaty.

You nodded as a playful smile danced its way onto your face “come here,” you grabbed him by the front of his T-shirt as you pulled him into a kiss.

Whilst you didn’t know a lot about what the future held for you there was one thing you had learnt over the last six months.

You were better off together rather than apart.

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