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snickletastic · 6 years

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Clue {Reader x Jason Todd + brother!Damian Wayne}

warnings~cursing and a little bit of sexual innuendo

a/n~ okay...in my defense, i havent written in a super long time and im a bit rusty. this isnt really my favourite writing but ive definitely written worse. im super sorry for disappearing, but school is dropping the utmost amount of work on my lap this year. hopefully when summer comes on full swing, i can write some more. also, if you sent in a request im aware its most likely been some time since you submitted it and im really, really sorry about that. ill do my best to get to it soon! anyways, i hope you guys like this one!

“Come on, Y/N. I’m sure he’s too busy reading a book or some crap like that,” Jason whined.

“No, Jay,” you gave him a half-smile, “It’s far too risky. Besides, we’re too loud, anyways.” You went to lift yourself off of his lap, but he pulled you back with a low growl. “We can be quiet,” he whispered.

You giggled at his sincerity, but Damian had the ears of a cat. Once, in the middle of the night you got up to get a glass of water and Damian must have heard you get out of bed from across the hallway, and ran down to the kitchen before you did.

“Please?” Jason was practically begging, “We can go back to my apartment, Damian’s old enough to not need a babysitter.”

“Bruce said-”

“Bruce says everything, babe. Come on. You know you want to,” Jason said slyly.

“Absolutely not. I can’t leave Damian here with no solid reason as to why.”

Jason huffed and let you get off of his lap, “i swear you like that damned kid more than me sometimes.”

You snorted and gently hit his shoulder, “Don’t be ridiculous, you know that you’re my favourite person.”

“If I was then you’d sit on my face,” Jason pouted.

You laughed vehemently at his comment, which made him laugh at you, and in a matter of seconds, the both of you were laughing at each other. When your laughter eventually calmed, Jason leapt on top of you and started to tickle you. You pushed on his shoulders with all your strength, but he wouldn't budge. Your laughter only grew louder and louder as you tried to pry him off of you. Suddenly, Jason got hit in the head with something, knocking him from the bed.

“A book? You hit me with a fucking book?” Jason roared at Damian, who was in a protective stance next to the bed.

You were out of breath from laughing, and didn’t get the chance to pacify the situation in time.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be attacking a woman!” Damian yelled back at Jason, who was now rubbing his head.

“Are you stupid?” Jason looked almost hurt by the accusation that he may have been hurting you.

“No, but you clearly are!” Damian said lividly, then turned to you, “Are you okay, Y/N?”

You blinked a couple times at the 12 year old, thought about what to say next, then nodded your head. “Of course, Damian. We were just fooling around, no harm done. Yeah?” You sat up and patted his back.

He looked confused at first, then embarrassed. His cheeks turned a pale shade of pink and he tried not to make eye contact, “Why were you so loud? I thought he was hurting you.”

“Why the hell are you acting like I hurt her on some daily basis or something? When have I ever hurt her? What the fuck, kid?” Jason seemed more stinged by the accusation than the book itself.

“I’m-I don’t know,” Damian whispered, “I am not sorry for trying to protect Y/N, though. I guess I should have looked at the context of this situation before incorporating myself into the mix.”

“Was that a sorry?” Jason crossed his arms.

“I suppose, if that’s what you want to hear,” Damian shrugged.

Jason rolled his eyes, “You’re forgiven. Now beat it.”

“Jason!” You scolded his brashness.

“It’s fine, Y/N. I was planning on leaving anyways.” Damian turned and walked out of the room calmly.

Jason let out a sigh of relief and dropped himself onto the bed, next to you. “You were an asshole, Jay.” Jason mumbled quietly in response. “Did you hear me?” Jason mumbled again. You hit him in the back of the head just hardly enough to make him groan.

“Damn it, Y/N. I already got hit by a book there,” Jason whimpered.

“Sorry, I forgot,” You apologized and patted your lap for him to put his head on. He obliged, and laid down between your legs as you rubbed his head. “You should be nicer to him,” you said quietly.

“I should be nicer to him? I’m the one who got hit in the head with a book!”

“Yeah, but you know he’s troubled. He doesn’t really know how to interact with other people and clearly has trouble communicating with you, most of all. You’re too harsh towards him,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Once again, I got hit in the head with a fucking book.”

You sighed and shuffled out from under Jason’s head, then picked the book off of the floor. “Huh. The Emperor of All Maladies.”

“What the shit does that mean?” Jason looked at you curiously.

“It’s the name of the book, dumbass,” you showed him the cover.

“Sounds boring.”

“It probably is,” you scanned the back, “but maybe not. I’m going to go give this back to Damian, he might want it back but is too scared to ask.”

“Whatever. Tell him I hate him while you’re down there.”

You rolled your eyes and left the room. As you went down the bifurcated staircase, you saw Damian sitting in the kitchen, staring at his bowl of melted ice cream.

“Hey, kiddo. What’s up?” You said cheerfully.

Damian let out an awkward cough, surprised by your presence. He then swiftly jumped off of the stool and picked up his bowl of soupy ice cream from the counter. “I was just having dessert,” he said as he poured it into the sink.

“We didn’t even eat dinner yet,” You looked curiously at his facial expression, “I was going to order pizza.”

“I didn’t want to wait,” Damian turned the faucet on to rinse the bowl.

After an awkward silence, you spoke up, “I brought your book! It’s pretty heavy. If I had to attack someone, I would definitely do it with a 600 page novel,” You chuckled and slid the book across the counter.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Damian picked up the book and walked away.

“Hey! Wait a minute!” You swiftly caught up to him as he walked into the living room.

“Yes?” Damian looked up at you with discontent.

"You can't just act like nothing happened. Why did you freak out like that earlier?"

Damian avoided your eyes and looked at everything else in the room except for you. He cleared his throat and stared at the floor, "I thought he was hurting you, is all. It's what anybody would do if they heard someone practically screaming."

You crossed your arms, "We both know that's not why. You're too smart to think something so dumb."

Damian walked past you and put the giant book down onto the coffee table, then threw himself onto the couch, "I just...I didn't know he was going to be here with you while you were watching me."

"Oh...I see," you sat down next to him, "I should have let you know...but that still doesn't explain why you freaked out."

"I was hoping it'd just be us two. I wanted to hang out with you, we haven't really been able to play any board games because-" Damian stopped.

"Because?" You pushed for an answer.

"Because you are too busy with Jason to really care about me," Damian said blatantly, "Nobody ever has time for me anymore."

The sullen sound in his youthful voice broke your heart. It was true, everyone really was too busy. Bruce and Dick have been busy with the Riddler for the past month, and Tim was too focused on school and his new girlfriend to have time for a child. That pretty much left just you, but between work and Jason, you had been just as busy as the rest of the family.

"I'm sorry, Damian," you said sincerely, "I didn't mean to alienate you."

Damian shrugged, "It's fine, really."

"But it's not...What can I do to make it up to you?"

"You can go get Clue from the game cabinet," Damian said slyly.

"Deal."

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teenwolfduhh-blog · 7 years

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Elevators and Insults

Author: really-meg

Pairing: OFC X Stiles (kinda)

Warnings: some angst, insults, close spaces, tiny bit of sexual tension time jumps…

Word Count: 1,567

Synopsis: Reader and Stiles get stuck in an elevator together and shit happens.

A/N: Uh this is kinda not ofc really just reader with the name Lorelai idk kinda forgot about the per say guidelines just ignore if it really bothers you.

BEFORE

“Stiles and Lorelai you guys are going to have to go to the hotel and get the files.” Scott said looking to the both of you.

“Oh no, I’m not getting stuck with her.” Stiles spits disgust.

You ignore the pang in your heart at his words looking towards Scott.

“Scott please I can be out there with you guys.”

“No your human and I don’t want you getting hurt, and we need those files.”

“Scott come, on I can defend myself.” You plead.

“If anyone’s going to be fighting it’s me,” Stiles says turning to you with squinted eyes.

“Oh, what you and you 147 pounds of pale fragile bones and you precious bat?”

“Oh, what are you going to do politely ask them to stop, wait no you’d probably scream and annoy them to death.” His head tilts mockingly, eyes daring you to fight back.

“Alright, that’s it!” You stand up pushing your chair back but a hand clamps onto your arm pushing yo back into your seat.

“Neither of you are going to be fighting and that an order, I know you guys don’t like each other but you need to suck it up for the pack.”

“Like it an understatement.” You mumble.

You get out of the piece of crap jeep Stiles own thanking god you got here in one piece to see him striding across the street heading into the old hotel.

“Go a little faster would you!” You yell jogging to catch up with him.

He doesn’t respond just keeps walking until we get inside and past the lobby.

He stops hitting the elevator button and it creaks open.

“Oh no, I’m not getting on that.” You say and he steps in rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“IM not taking the stair so get in now.”

You shake your head crossing your arms over your chest.

“Get in the elevator.” He hisses.

“No.” You reply shrugging your shoulder.

His arms shoot out grabbing you and pulling you into the death box.

“STILES let go of me right now!”

His hand clamps down on your mouth and he hits the floor button, the doors close and he lets go of you.

The lights flicker as it starts moving and you’re too nervous to yell at him.

“Please let us be okay, please let us be okay.”

“Shut up were going to be fin-”

The elevator suddenly shakes halting to a stop.

HOUR ONE

“Oh no.” You say shaking your head.

He hits the button again and nothing happens.

His finger hits the call button but nothing happens, he does it again. Still nothing.

“Fuck I knew we should’ve taken the stairs this is all your fault!”

He turns to you anger coursing through his body.

“MY fault? How was I supposed to know it would break down.”

“Because I told you!” You yell looking up at him.

“Just stand and be quiet I’m going to call Scott.”

You cross your arms you foot tapping nervously on the floor.

He mumbles something before bringing the phone back up to his ear again.

“Did he pick up?”

“I said be quiet.”

He brings the phone down taping on his harshly.

“Hello? Did he answer?”

“No.”

You take out your phone dialing him before it goes to his voicemail.

Great

“This is great Stiles, really just great.”

“Lorelei have you ever heard how freaking annoying your voice is?”

“At least it’s less annoying than yours.”

“IM calling the cops.”

“No.”

“Why not.”

“Because there going to ask why were in an elevator in a hotel were not staying in.”

“So.”

“We can’t.”

You push him away trying to pry the door open.

“Even if you were strong enough to open it it wouldn’t open all the way and the elevator could crush you.”

“I bet you would love that.”

You give up look around. Maybe the ceiling.

You bring your leg up onto the railing jumping so your finger wrap around next to the ceiling. You push the piece coming up dust flying down.

“Stiles a little help here.”

“With what.”

“Help me get through this opening.”

“Then where?”

“I don’t know ill think of it on the way.”

“And if it starts again and you get crushed by the ceiling? As much as I would say go for it Scott wouldn’t be happy if you got crushed”

You groan dropping back down.

“Thanks, for looking out for me.” You say sarcastically.

“Of course.” He says and for a moment it almost sounded as if he meant it.

HOUR TWO

“Stop that’s annoying.” You say referring to his foot tapping.

“No.”

“Yes, why can’t you just be nice?”

“Why can’t you just not be annoying?” He fires back

“Stiles I was wondering if you could teach me how to be celibate you do it so well I mean not one slip up.”

“At least I’m not a whore.”

Ouch, that really hurt.

“Oh, so three boyfriends means I’m a whore?”

“At least I wasn’t obsessed with a girl who didn’t even know my name for 10 years!”

“You’re a spoiled brat and no one likes you I mean look at the boyfriend now.” A gasp left you and he took a step back his eyes searching your face almost as in regreat

You felt your throat close and tears prick your eyes.

“Take that back.” You say but your voice cracks at the end.

He just looks away from you.

You slide down the wall sitting down you knees to your chest.

HOUR THREE

You at been sitting in silence for the past forty minutes. Thankfully you willed your tears to go away and you’re leaned against the wall hoping they would come soon.

You need to get out. You couldn’t be in here with Stiles any longer. You knew he was right no one really liked you they pitied you and that’s why you ended up here.

“Oh, Scott thank god.” You heard sitting up straight seeing Stiles talking into the phone.

“We’re stuck in the elevator.”

“Yea besides that fact I can’t stand her.”

“Okay, hurry up.”

“Bye.”

“Was that Scott?”

“Obviously.” He snaps and you frown curling back into your ball. O course Scott called Stiles and not you.

“He’s on his way.”

You don’t respond.

“IM sorry Loroali I didn’t really mean that.”

“Of course you did it’s true.”

“No, I just wanted to get under your skin.”

“Whatever Stiles I know you meant it you remind me every day.”

“It’s not like I do it on purpose I can’t help myself.”

“Of course Stiles its fine take your pent up angry out on me as if I’m not even human. You tormented me so much… every word you’ve said to me becomes the truth and is embedded into my mind on repeated so there’s no point in saying sorry it won’t do anything.”

You hear the floor creak and see him move out of the corner of your eye.

“Lorelai please I’m sorry can’t we just get past this.”

“Get past what Stiles.”

“The hatred.”

“I wish,”

HOUR FOUR

HIs phone rings again and he picks it up.

“Okay, when will you guys be here?”

“Alright.”

He hangs up and you pace around the small room wishing to be anywhere else.

“Can you just sit down they’ll be here soon.”

“No.”

He doesn’t respond for a few moments

“Sit down.”

He hugs stand up striding the distance across the elevator to you making up jump pushing yourself against the wall in surprise.

“Loriali sometimes you infuriate me so much and you keep doing it and you know what the worst part is it’s that I like you and I only say the stuff I say and do the things I do to make you hate me so you’ll stay away and you won’t constantly be on my mind!”

Your eyes were so bulged they would probably fall out your head your mind was flying not realizing that your chest had been pushed together and the air had been taken from you.

His feature were softer than before you could see him also comprehending what he had just said.

His hand came up balled before twitching, landing on the wall next to your head.

A word still hasn’t been said and his hand cups your cheek his eyes searching your face for something, for anything.

“Stiles…”

His lips come down finally, meeting your still lips. He pulled back quickly scared off before you pushed him back meeting his lips in a harsh kiss. Your lips tasting his own smelling and feeling different than you had ever dreamed. His lips were soft but firm massaging your own just perfectly. You heard a low guttural growl come from his as grabbed a hold of your thighs pulling you against him as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He says quickly attacking your lips again

“Probably not as long as we have.” You hear and scream in shock, jumping down from him.

You meet eyes with Scott and Allison on the ceiling. Kira and Malia are watching the elevator making sure it doesn’t suddenly come on, their going to be so mad they missed this.“ Allison says with a smile.

"Shut up, and help us.” You say extanding your hand.

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