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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Hmm. You and Eddie having a running gag where he proposes to you in restaurants for free desert but one day it’s not a joke anymore and he’s really asking 💍 🫢

AN | I adore this concept and hope I did it justice! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.9k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You were about to say something to Eddie, leaning across the table, immediately getting lost in those big brown eyes like you had a million times before. But before any words could make it out of your mouth, a loud burst of cheering and applause interrupted you. Both of you turned to look at the sudden commotion and your heart immediately flipped a few times.

There was a man down on one knee, holding out a box containing a beautiful, ornate ring to a very bored looking woman. Within seconds she switched and was crying, dramatically fanning at her eyes before shouting a loud yes and eagerly grabbing the ring out of the box. You exchanged a look with Eddie, who playfully rolled his eyes as you giggled.

After a few moments, when everything settled down you spied the waiter bringing out what appeared to be a very fancy dessert that was allegedly compliments of the restaurant. You motioned your head in their direction so Eddie would look; you clocked the amused little expression.

“So, I’m like totally certain they’re going to be divorced within a year if they even make it to the wedding,” you whispered so only he could hear, “but that dessert looks fantastic.”

“And free,” he joked, “what’s better than that? I’m curious though, why don’t you think they’ll make it?”

“It’s obvious,” you stated as he shook his head in amusement, “look at the body language, he’s clearly older, and she’s barely said anything, he’s the one doing all the talking. Plus, when he asked the question, she didn’t go to hug him, she just grabbed the ring. Tell me you’re in it for the money without telling me.”

“Ahhh,” he watched with a tender expression on his face that you missed from your little spy session, “very observant of you, my smart girl.”

“Could never be me,” you shook your head before grabbing your wine and finishing the glass.

“Oh?” Eddie teased, his pretty pink lips quirked into a dopey grin, “you aren’t dating me for my money?”

“Sorry rockstar,” you nudged his foot with yours before beaming at him, “I’m only with you because I love and adore you.”

“Damn,” he sighed dramatically, “here I was thinking if I was in a semi-popular local rock band I’d have you all over me for material things.”

“Nah,” you couldn’t help yourself as you leaned over and kissed his cheek, “all I ever need is you. Besides, marriage is a sham. You don’t need to be married to be happy…all you really need is love, ya know?”

“Totally,” he agreed, his mind already reeling with a thousand different thoughts; all of them started and ended, however, with how much he loved you.

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The first time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him

“Babe,” you hear him before you see him as you stand in front of the full length mirror, looking yourself over. You saw his roguish curls in the mirror behind you as he breathed in sharply, “holy fuck.”

“What?” you turned around and looked down to see if something had happened to your dress, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” he tenderly reached over, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, "you're just so beautiful - how do you keep getting more beautiful? It's unfair."

"Eddie," your face warmed up as you tried to brush him off. He opened his mouth to say something else but you slapped your hand over it, "I've worn this dress loads! And I look the same as always. So dramatic, honey boy."

The boy in question turned your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, "I said what I said."

"Fine," his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling into his warm frame, "you're getting more and more handsome all the time. Now can we please get going? Otherwise we'll miss our reservation and we've had it for months!"

"Do you trust me?"

“What do you…of course, Eds. More than anyone.”

“Good.”

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It was about halfway through your meal of ridiculously exquisite food and smooth alcohol that you noticed something was off. Eddie’s expression shifted between excitement and nerves and you wondered what he was up to. But you never got the opportunity to ask because your metalhead pushed back his chair and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, black velveteen box.

“Eds…”

“Angel, darling, absolute love of my life,” your eyes widened in surprise as you lightly shook your head in a vain attempt to stop. You should have known better. You should have known that he was still getting down on one knee in front of you, “I love you beyond measure, beyond what I ever thought was possible. You have made me the happiest and luckiest man in the world. There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. Will you do me the honor of letting me be your husband?”

“Eddie,” you hissed under your breath, acutely aware of the fact that seemingly every eye in the house was trained on the two of you, “what’re you doing?!”

“Trust me.”

“Y-Yes,” you nodded, a grimace that could be mistaken for a nervous smile on your face. At least you really were surprised, “of course I’ll…marry you.”

He grabbed the ring out of the box - that alone left you with a load of questions - and delicately placed it on your ring finger. You laughed nervously as he leaned in to kiss you, a large hand gently cradling your face, “just trust me baby.”

To anyone else it probably looked like a sweet exchange between now fiancees; not him trying to calm you and you trying not to glare daggers. After a few more soft pecks placed on his lips, he sat back down as people around you clapped happily.

“Edward Munson,” you digusised your annoyance with a sticky, sweet smile, “what the fuck?”

“I-”

“For the happy couple,” a waitress magically appeared, holding a plate piled with a delicious dessert and set it down between the two of you, “your meal and everything is on the house this evening. Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” he gave her that stupidly dazzling smile as you suddenly put the pieces together. Once she walked away, he cocked his head to the side and looked at you with a triumphant smile, “I love you, baby.”

“You’re an absolute bastard,” there was no malice behind your words as you grabbed one of the forks, “all of this for a free dessert? Ridiculous man.”

“Yout ridiculous man,” his pretty cheeks were tinged with pink and his doe eyes were glittering with joy. Maybe you did just fall in love with him a little more in that moment, “and in case you didn’t hear her, it’s all on the house. So there you go - we finally got to try the restaurant you wanted and it was free! And all it took was getting fake engaged.”

“Never change, Eddie Munson,” you whispered, clinking your fork against his, “I love you endlessly.”

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The second time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him

“Baby, baby, baby,” Eddie sang happily as he walked through the front door to the little house you’d made a home. He’d just gotten off work at the body shop, giddy to come home and see his best girl. It amused you sometimes; he still kept his day job, despite his band’s increasing popularity and notoriety. You looked from the bowl of brownie batter you were whipping up and beamed at him. He came over and picked you up before spinning around a few times, “I’ve missed you.”

“Eddie!” you were dizzied and breathless from his affection, “you’re filthy - you’re gonna ruin my new dress!”

“I’ll buy you a hundred new ones,” he promised, setting you down and taking you face in hands. His touch was soft and gentle, despite his rough, calloused fingertips, “my beautiful girl.”

“You better kiss me,” your heart was pitter-pattering wildly as butterflies exploded in your tummy, “if you’re going to keep looking at me like that.”

“Yeah?” a small, hopeful little question.

“Yeah,” so he kissed you, and kissed until you were melding into his body and breathless, “I love you, Eds.”

“Let me take you out,” you bounced on your heels and couldn’t but squeal softly. It’d been a bit since you’d last had a proper date night between your busy schedules, “wanna show off my girl.”

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“You look like you’ve got something to say,” you pointed at him with your fork and Eddie shook his head, the picture of innocence and tranquility. You weren’t buying it for a moment - you knew him better than anyone else, “don’t lie to me. I know you’re up to something, Edward.”

“The full name?” he put his hand on his heart, groaning dramatically, “baby, you wound me.”

“Then tell me.”

“Listen…” he paused, taking a moment to compose himself before nodding, “you’re right - there is something I want to say.”

“Eddie…” the chair legs scraped against the hardwood floor as he stood up and came over to your side of the table. He didn’t have to get all the way down on his knee for you to know what was happening. You couldn’t even be annoyed or made at him, instead you were giggling, hiding your face behind your hand.

He reached up and gently pulled your hand away, holding it in one of his hands, “sweetheart - you are the light of my life…you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m so glad I walked into the record store that afternoon and ran into you - literally. The past few years have been like a dream and I can’t wait to spend the rest of them with you. Angel, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

You were more prepared this time and didn’t miss a beat as you nodded softly. He fumbled in his pocket and displayed that same ring to you, and this time you eagerly held out your hand for him to slip it on, “I’d marry you a hundred times over.”

The two of you shared a knowing little kiss before reaching down to pull him up your lips, kissing him with a golden intensity. He nudged his nose against yours before whispering, “nice job, sweetheart. We really sold it.”

He kissed the tip of your nose before jokingly bowing and waved to your curious audience before pointing to you. You felt shy at the attention from the other diners and kept your gaze trained on him. You couldn’t deny that the idea of being his wife was…more intoxicating than you’d ever thought.

“What?” he asked as caught you watching him with heart eyes, “something on my face?”

“No,” you promised, “I just really love you is all.”

“I love you,” a tender, soft spoken statement, dissolved into a wink, “future wife.”

This time around, dessert didn’t soothe your soul nearly as much as the thought of calling Eddie your husband.

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The third time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him

“Eddie?” you walked into the small rehearsal space that Corroded Coffin used, eager to see him after a long day. You found him as the last straggler, carefully stowing away his guitar, speaking sweetly to it, which only made you shake your head in adoration. You were head over heels in love with this man, “hello, my love.”

“Hi baby,” he held out his arms and immediately made grabby hands towards you, “cuddles please.”

"Funny," you walked to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, smashing your face into his back, "I was gonna ask you for the same thing."

"Great minds think alike," one of his hands settled on yours, promoting to shy softly, "what's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing at all,” you pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, “just wanted to see you. Wanna go out to dinner? It’s late and it’s been a long week, I’m starving, and…kinda just wanna show off my man.”

“How could I ever say no to you?”

“You don’t. You’ve learned well for the past years, my love!”

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There really was nothing better than being with Eddie and getting to be in his magical orbit. It was easy to get lost in him, to fall so deeply entranced that you forgot everything else around you. That was, until of course, he shot you a wink accompanied by a cheeky smile. You knew the drill by now and weren’t phased as he went through the motions of a grand proposal.

Eddie spoke sweet words to you and while you knew that everything he was saying was true, you couldn’t stop the pang in your heart knowing the proposal wasn’t real. The ring was a silly little thing, a cheap one from the local department store, but that didn’t even really matter. You would have married him with a paper ring. And that’s when it hit you.

You wanted to marry him. You’d always been convinced that marriage was not for you and something you never wanted and yet…here you were. Eddie Munson had changed everything for you.

In that moment, while he went through the proposal spiel and asked you to marry him, you pretended he meant it when you said yes. Because you did mean it. The free meal and dessert couldn’t hold a candle to your happiness and love for him. But then again, it didn’t hurt either.

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…and the time Eddie Munson asks you to marry him for real

“I have an idea,” Eddie almost jumped on the bed as he came out of the bathroom, pajamas on and hair pulled into a messy bun. You set down your book and turned to him, your own smile matching his enthusiasm. Almost as if he couldn’t stop himself, he kissed you, slow and saccharine, “a brilliant idea.”

“Tell me,” you brushed a few of his unruly curls out of his face before touching his cheek, “if Eddie Munson had an idea, it has to be good.”

“Very funny,” but he was laughing too, “next weekend, let’s take a little trip out of town, just you and I. Whaddya say?”

“What’s the occasion?”

“There is none,” he grinned wolfishly, “just want to spend some quiet time away with my girl.”

“Count me in,” you agreed, your amusement quickly turned into a squeal of surprise as he laid down and pulled you on top of, looking up at you with reverence, “I love you, ya know?”

“That’s good,” he mused softly, “‘cause I’m crazy in love with you.”

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“Have I told you how beautiful you look?” If there was one thing Eddie loved, it was flirting. Flirting with you, in particular and despite how long you’d been together it still made you giggly and shy. You leaned forward on your elbow and looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “because you’re a knockout, baby.”

“Shut up,” a soft, gentle response that made him cheese harder, “besides it’s the dress. The dress you happened to pick out and get for me, dummy.”

“You don’t like it?” his expression turned worried as you shook your head.

“I love it,” you put your hand on his arm, “it’s stunning - thank you for it. This whole weekend…it’s been magical.”

“You deserve it,” he promised and that damned smile made you want to melt into a puddle, “there’s something else you deserve…”

And this time you hadn’t been expecting it. He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small box. Your surprise was genuine as he hadn’t done this in a while and you weren’t thinking he would do it during an already over the top luxe weekend.

He kneeled down in front of you and reached for your hand as you tried to sus out what was going. He exhaled slowly before catching your head and almost chucking at your deer in headlights expression, “baby. I…I don’t know where to start. This went smoother in my mind!”

“Eddie…”

“Every single word I’ve said to you the times I’ve ‘proposed’ have been true and I’ve meant it,” oh. What was going on? He laughed nervously, “and I still mean it. You’re it for me and I’ve been a goner for you since the day we met. I love you beyond measure.”

“Edward.”

“I know we’ve always kind of made fun of marriage and how outdated the whole institution of it is,” the back of eyes started to prickle as you squeeze his hand, “but I’d really like to call you my wife. It has a nice ring to it.”

With that opened a small box and showed you the ring he��d picked out. It was gorgeous and way more than you could have ever dreamed of or asked for. You looked at him as if to say seriously and he nodded sweetly.

“Will you marry me?” it was barely above a whisper, inaudible to everyone else but you, “for real?”

“Yeah?” a few tears rolled down your cheeks which he gently brushed away.

“Yeah baby,” he promised, “I kinda really want to be your husband.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you barely had a moment to realize what was going on before he was kissing you, sweetly and softly but with every ounce of love behind it. He pulled his lips away from yours for long enough to slip the ring onto your finger, lacing his fingers through yours, “I love you so much, Eddie.”

“I love you, angel. So much.”

And then he kissed you again and the world all but disappeared, including the clapping restaurant patrons, and all you knew was him.

Your soon-to-be husband.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #st

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darylsfavoritegirl · 3 months

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Can you do a Daryl fic where you fuck and then he says he’s not into labels :( and it makes u sad and comfort

I love this idea !!! lesss goo

A/N: Sorry if these are taking longer than you thought!! im putting myself all in between the breaks i manage to get from school lol. I liked this personally, not sure if i managed to put out a good "comfort" though but there you go anon!

Your eyes flickered at Daryl's scars covering his entire back alongside of his tattoos that looked very much like to having been done by an amateur. You had been wondering their story for a long time now, yet never had the courage to question him vulgarly.

You moved your legs restlessly under the thin sheets, feeling his seeds sticking to your thighs and dripping onto the bed.

He was never at ease with such things. From the very beginning of your "relationship" that is, just warming eachother's bed on these aggravating days of the apocalpyse, where former human beings becoming foes to the geniune humanity. Hence, you always had to wait for him to leave first. There'd be nights so lewd, so scarlet that he'd feel adequate enough to let his guard down now and then. He'd fall next to you on the bed. He'd try to maintain his heaving chest as he'd cover up his downer body with sheets and would just lie down, your bodies so close to eachother, so warm that you'd feel sheltered against his bare skin. And then, he'd bend down to grab his denim jeans and take out the pack of cigarattes you'd looted from a walker's jackets earlier.

At times, there'd be enough to last you a week but at other times there'd be so little amount that you would share one. He would pass a cigaratte to you that he had taken a long drag of. You'd draw the cigaratte to your lips, savoring the tip of the cigaratte he'd moistened with his lips.

But on this specific night, both of you were high on joints. These thoughts entangled your mind as your attention shifted on the flexing muscles on his back while he put on a t-shirt.

You spoke your mind, without giving it a second thought nor being aware of his upcoming run with Glenn and Rick tomorrow early in the morning.

"Why don't you sleep here?" You uttered low, tracing your knuckles across the downy sheet incase he'd turn to face you, you couldn't dare.

"Why, are ya need in company?" He grunted in a headlessness manner as if to drop a joke. You despised how he practically didn't pay any attention to it.

You felt blood rushing to your face. The humid already made it unendurable to stay under the sheet and now this. You took deep, instable breaths.

"No." Your voice was unexpectedly trembling slightly. You shook your head as you scoffed. Now, he was facing you.

"It's just..." You were already in remorse, wishing you hadn't even started this conversation in the first place. You bit the inside of your cheek as you cracked your knuckles out of apprehension.

You felt his piercing gaze sticking upon your forehead, yet you rejected to meet with his gaze until you found something to say that didn't make you look, perhaps, desperate.

"It just gets lonely in this side of the prison." You uttered, finally lifting your head to see him buckling his jeans. You had expressed this countless times in conversations with a different context. Rick had decided to put you in a cellblock away from the others when you first joined them and he didn't change his decision ever since.

"Gon' ask me ta snuggle, too?" He quipped, a subtle sly smirk played on the corner of his lips. He tapped on his pockets as he scanned the small cell for his belongings that he might've dropped.

A sense of indignity overwhelmed you, leaving you feeling overstimulated. You couldn't grumble. He wasn't a boyfriend that owed you courtesy after screwing your brains out. He wasn't someone like that after all. Nonetheless, you loathed at the thought of a huge difference between men and women. How insensitive they could be, how insensitive he could be.

You were very well aware of your relationship, you'd both made it clear to not turn this into anything it wasn't. However, you couldn't resist the longing yearning in your heart.

"Jerk." You simply said as you turned your back to him. You placed your hands under the pillow, resting your head on it. All those thoughts, yet "jerk" was the only thing you made it through your lips. You locked your eyes on the shabby wall, slowly breathing as all you were hearing was his movements behind you. He was so dazed that he couldn't comprehend you nor your course of actions.

"Got'a get sum' shit done in the mornin'." He spoke to himself as he was wearing his leather boots.

"Ya know, with Glenn n' Rick." He added followed by his grunts as he leaned forward to tie his bootlaces.

"The sun shines on this side of the prison, too. You know?" You uttered quietly. Your tone must've caugh his attention as he stopped tying his laces and leaned back on the chair bit by bit. He sighed as he rested his hands on his knees.

"What the hell 's dis all 'bout?" He spoke low with an irritated tone. He scowled at not getting an answer from you.

You wrapped your hands around you, staring at him with softly quaking brows. He stood there with a clenched jaw, eyeing you with squinted eyes.

"Now ya dun' talk?" He spat, chewing his bottom lip as he grabbed his jacket on the bedside table.

"Ya damn well kno' how ta kill a good night." He scoffed derisively, hearing a exasperated sigh from you.

He turned his head to you, giving you a spine-chilling glare.

"Don't ya?" His voice grew taller as you observed the vein throbbing on his neck.

"Keep it down." You exclaimed, shifting your position on the bed in a rush. The bed sank under the weight of your knees as you incompetently tried to cover yourself with the sheets.

His eyes flicked through your bare body for a brief moment as he forced himself to look you in the eyes. You felt subjected to his deviant gaze, a sense of shame flooding your every cell.

"Nah." He firmly uttered.

"Rick threw ya in dis cellblock for a reason." His tone above a whisper.

" 'Cuz ya stir up sum' drama."

"All the damn time."

"Dun' miss a chance, like clockwork."

He locked his eyes on yours. Dark shadows roaming his face. Your face got hot as you had to wait to process his words, what they could've meant.

"Those joints have caused you a mental block." You hissed, not understanding even a bit why he would've say something like that.

"Fuck off." You shrugged your shoulders as you threw your body on the bed, leering at the ceiling.

"It ain't tha'." He uttered, you could sense him leaning against the wall.

"Then what? All this because I asked you to sleep with me?" Your hands met over your chest, crossed. You could hear his shallow breaths, contemplating the best thing to say. You knew he'd fail. A moment passed as neither of you spoke. He took a deep breath

" 'S cuz ya wanna go for childish fantasies." He grunted.

"Like 's sum' kinda game." He spoke, one could sense the palpable thickness of weariness in his voice. It was like he had questioned it a thousand time before you even brought it up. His heavy words lingered in the air, unraveling all the things he never even told you. You could sense it.

"It isn't." You abruptly begged. You needed him to know that you understood his way of seeings things, his way of seeing you. You knew you shouldn't corner him. You didn't.

"Forget it." He huffed with exhaustion as he left the cell.

"Night." You mumbled, knowing he didn't even hear you. You didn't even bother to get up and grab your clothes lying on the floor as you were nothing but flabbergasted. Your eyes were glued to the ceiling, hearing the cicadas singing outside of the prison.

A tear rolled down to your temple and your hand shifted to the side of your face reflexively. You sniffed your nose and shook your head in apace. You got up slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed fully naked. You sticked your eyes to the wall infront of you, fearsome of even uttering a word to yourself in this godforsaken cellblock.

You reached your hand to the panties he threw to the floor as all you could hear was muffled conversations from people on watch. You exhaled, the futile argument which broke out of nonsense didn't support your brain to not grow more lethargic thanks to the joints.

The world around you started to spin, leaving you out of kilter as you had to screw your eyes shut. You wore your bra and as you were done with clasping it, you drank what felt like a gallon of water.

You topped it with a dirty t-shirt and left your body uncovered to the humid of the south on your bed.

What did he think? That you were gonna be just fine with just fucking. How long before you started to feel things, that you wanted more.

You blamed yourself, too soon you thought. Maybe it wasn't. There was no way to know.

You woke up to the sun breaking through your eyelids. You fell asleep to overthinking hence the penetrating headache. You swallowed dryily as you tossed your body to the water bottle next to you and gulped it down agressively to a point where it dripped down your neck to the floor.

You spent your day within the fences of the prison casually, helping people run errands and talking about the run three of the solid men in your group went.

You were in the hall where you kept your food in, cleaning your pistol and weapons so that they're more handy. You furrowed due to your focus on the weapons when you heard a few sighs out of relief drawing near to the hall.

You lifted your head, awating to see who it was with your growing curiousity. Your face loosened at the sight of Daryl and lowered it to your weapons once again, exhaling subtly.

He put his crossbow and poncho on the table, fixating his eyes at you. You wrinkled your forehead, trying to ignore his existence but you were only growing to be distracted even more, with him standing there and observing you.

You suddenly lifted your gaze, exhaling exasperatedly with your hands sagging between your knees. Dirty rags and utensils accumulating a thick layer of dirt on your hands.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, sighing dramatically.

"...What?" You huffed, wishing nothing but to be left alone.

" 'M sorry." He muttered under his breath, making it impossible to be heard.

"You're what?" You let out a frustrated growl with his fancy words.

" 'Bout last night." He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, concealing every bit of an emotion peeking on the way.

"What about it?" You forced a downward smirk, trying to seem cool.

"C'mon." He simply said, looking rather bewildered with you. He looked as if he didn't know where to put his hands or what to do with his body.

"Your fine." You huffed, focusing on the weapons.

"I's bein' a dick 's all." He begged, taking a step towards you.

"Yeah you were." You scoffed tauntingly, not looking at his direction. You observed his boots and exhausted steps drawing towards you as you maintained your focus on the dirty rag in your hand.

"Ya kno' I'ma set things right." He was so near you that you had to raise your head to look at him. You were sitting on the frontstep of smaller cellar in the hall, he looked down at you. Your eyes filled with a flamey look as he stayed put.

"Per usual." You forced a sham smile, wishing he'd sense the sarcasm in your tone.

Seeing that he wasn't getting out of the way, you instantly got up as you rolled your eyes. You leered at him.

"Will you please get out of my way?" You hissed, maintaining a stern eye contact like a rock.

He remained silent without blinking.

"Dun' do dis." He mumbled.

You felt heat rising to your head, slowly gritting your teeth.

"So now it's my fault?" You barked between your heaving chest. You digged your nails into your palm, your face getting redder each second.

He remained silent once again as he placed his burly left hand to your waist, burying his forehead on your shoulder. As you were at the brink of pushing his body, hands softly grabbing him by the shoulders.

"A herd nearly took us out today." He breathed against your skin.

Your hand fell loose down his body as your eyes widened and you let out a soft sigh. His hair tickled under your chin as you felt him breathing shallowly against your skin. Your eyes fixated on the entrance gate as you didn't know what to say or do.

You felt your eyes twitching along with your bottom lip as his hot breaths send shivers down your spine, your body flooding with goosebumps.

"Almost got Rick." He added after a few second that felt like a decade.

"I'm sorry. I- I-" You made it out through a shaky voice as he lifted his head, his hand still gripping your waist.

"Ain't yer fault." He slowly ambled toward the table where he left his crossbow on.

"Jus' made me get mah head al' together." He spoke as if there was no one in the hall. He slunged his crossbow on his body and rubbed his face as he let out a frustrated sigh.

"There ain't no reason ta be a damn douchebag." He added, eyeballing you as he placed his hands on his hips.

You were left with thousands of feelings, thoughts lining in your head leaving you stay put like a statue with no form of life whatsoever. Your brows were raised, lip bottom still trembling yet you managed a hold on it. He threw his poncho on his shoulder as he got close to the hall gate.

"Come to my cell tonight." You insisted with soulful, intense eyes right before he left.

You saw him nodding his head discreetly as he chewed on his bottom lip.

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callofdooty69 · 5 months

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part 1

cw: slight harassment, profanity, fem!reader

helping a drunk can get you dates - part two

unknown

hey, is this simon? it’s y/n from the restaurant!

ghost glanced down at his phone, looking to see what the buzzing sound came from. his eyes widening a bit, not knowing you would message him the same day he asked you out, but he definitely didn’t mind.

simon riley

yes, it is. how are you?

he anxiously tapped his foot on the sidewalk as he waited for the train, watching the three dots disappear and reappear multiple times. why was he this nervous?

y/n

i’m doing well! are we still on for friday? no worries if not, we can totally reschedule if needed!!

simon riley

i’m still free if you are, anywhere specific you want to go?

you pondered for a moment. walking back from the restaurant to your small apartment didn’t take long, but you always got nervous walking alone at night. where would he even want to go? you didn’t want to spring anything on him that he wasn’t comfortable with.

y/n

nope! dealer’s choice ;)

a winky face? really?? you added a fucking winky face?! you internally screamed at yourself, you’re already sending a stupid flirty message and you barely know him.

simon chuckled at your response; he found it cute.

simon riley

well, if that’s the case, how about that diner on washington avenue? i’ve heard great things about it.

it’s like he was reading your mind, you loved that place. you were tomato red and smiling to yourself like an idiot. you were so glued on your phone that you didn’t see the three men walking your way. it wasn’t until you bumped into one of them that you looked up.

“watch it, bitch.” he said.

“sorry…”

suddenly, simon’s gut told him something was wrong. you hadn’t responded in a few minutes, which normally he wouldn’t think twice about. but when he heard shouting from behind him, he knew something was up. he turned around, looking in the dark, the dim street lamp being the only source of light on the road. what the fuck?

there you were, slowly walking backwards and stumbling over your feet as three men inches closer towards you. it was obvious you were incredibly uncomfortable and simon didn’t think twice before running around the railing and down the steps. he jogged up behind you, lightly grabbing your waist from behind. you jumped a bit, already anxious about the current situation you were in. you didn’t need someone else harassing you.

when you looked up, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. there he was, the tall brute himself. “there you are, love. was lookin’ for ya’” he said.

you hesitated a moment, slightly in shock. “o-oh hey! sorry, i got a bit lost on the way back.”

his brows furrowed when he looked down at the guys in front of you. “do you know them?” you shook your head and whispered a small ‘no’

“who the hell is this? what, you need your boyfriend to save you?” they all laughed. you looked down, fiddling in your hands. what if simon started laughing with them? what if he couldn’t do anything to help? what if-

“i don’t think anyone needs to be saved. jus’ think ya’ should get the fuck outta here and back to the frat house where ya’ came from.” his voice got deep and his eyes darkened as he let go of your waist and grabbed onto your hand, rubbing small circles on your knuckles to try and reassure you. he was starting to get pissed off, they should have taken the hint a long time ago.

the men stopped their laughing, seeming to realize who was actually standing in front of them. a tall, broad, military man, wearing a balaclava and a pair of cargo pants that were paired with a black, skin tight long sleeve shirt. you had to admit, the sight made you weak in the knees. how was he always so handsome?

“r-right… we’ll be goin’ now,” one of them stuttered. with that, the ran the other direction and tripped over each other.

you were pulled out of your thoughts when simon squeezed your hand lightly. “ya’ alright?”

you looked up and smiled, ‘god how can you smile so beautifully after all this?’ he thought. “yes, thank you. just a bit startled. sorry for not responding, kinda got caught up in this…” you replied.

“you don’t have anythin’ to be sorry for, love. can i walk ya’ home?” he tilted his head and you could tell he was smiling a bit under the balaclava.

“that would be really nice, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“never too much trouble.” he smiled.

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anons are open as always, lovebugs ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

- 𝓀.𝒿

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Like, he'd be a dick all day, whining and complaining about how you're stuck with him or how you're too slow for his pace on a hike. But in reality, Scott LOVES that you're stuck with him. The more time you spend together on this stupid 2 day quest, the more he thinks about your pussy. Like how it would feel around him, even better... How it tastes.

Scott is an oral man, he loves giving AND receiving. Just imagine him teaching you how to give head, trying desperately not to fuck your face because he knows it'd would overwhelm you, "pick up the pace, would ya?", Scott grumbled in a hushed tone, trying to keep the noise down to not raise suspicion around the small campsite. With one hand clutching his half-discarded sleeping bag and the other fisting your hair gently, Scott couldn't help but slowly thrust up into your mouth. He's being greedy and he knows it.

MINORS DNI 18+

SCOTT BARRINGER loves complaining. it’s all he ever uses that mouth for. besides eating you out, of course. he’ll bitch about how slow you hike, how pathetic you are when you get nicked and he’s the one chosen to bandage it, how you’ve got nothing going on in that head of yours because you’ve been here a couple days and he’s been here a couple months. he’s seasoned compared to you, adjusted to the tolls of mountain life and endless chores. you, not so much. and he’ll take every opportunity to tell you that. unless his big mouth envelopes your pussy. how warm and wet it is on your lips as he traces your folds with his tongue. he overproduces saliva, drooling all over you, dribbling down his chin, letting it string out when he pulls away. he likes to look you in the eyes when he does it. for him, giving oral is a big thing. he never liked doing it before you, he might think it’s demeaning getting on his knees for someone— so to speak. so the least you could do as look at him in the eyes like an equal. he wants to see your pupils dilate, your eyelashes flutter. he doesn’t think he’s good at eating you out, so little compliments like that matter, letting him know he’s doing alright. you might be pathetic, but he thinks you taste fine enough.

between giving oral and fingering you, he prefers fingering. long, slender fingers stuffed inside your pussy. barely to his third knuckle because you’re so tight. if he’s got the time he’ll lean down and tongue your clit while he curls his digits inside you, loosening you up in a pinch.

it’s not the first time he’s had to teach someone about sex related acts, he’s taken a few virginities, been with a few celibate girls. he prefers ‘em that way, but he doesn’t care about the meaning of taking a virginity. he doesn’t go crazy for it like some guys on his old football team did. talking about how much they like virgin pussy or whatever. he’s not one to get all worked up about it, he mostly just tries things out til something works. it’s annoying to have to teach someone about their own body, he’d like it better if they just knew. if they just told him. mystery doesn’t belong in sex for him.

however, he didn’t mind teaching you how to give him head. big hands palming your head as he draws you into him, lifting his hips to meet your mouth. the sound you make when you gag, the lurch, is what drives his actions. makes him wanna do it again, but he can’t overwhelm you. not when there’s people around. you try to pull off because of your own insecurity, but he’s quick to assuage you, “shh, you’re doing great.” his winded and whispered words encourage you, relaxing your hands on his thighs. he remembers the time you could barely fit his head into your mouth without freaking out. the taste, the foreign texture, the meaning of the act, it was all too much for you back then. you had to take baby steps, and it didn’t bother him to show you what he liked, but fuck you took forever to get to where you are now. more than halfway down your throat, his cock loves it in there. all safe and warm, he knows your esophagus is all gunked up with his thickened pre-cum because he pushed it down there. “you’re alright,” he soothes your hair when your lurch again, an influx of saliva drooling down your chin, the wet noises too loud for comfort. “i’m gonna cum, okay? can i cum in your mouth? i’m close.” as soon as you nod, he takes the initiative, jamming your head down on him before you’ve caught your breath. you squeeze your eyes shut and try to take it, take it for him just long enough for him to finish. “yeah, yeah, that’s it. that’s what i like. you’ve got it. just one sec, one sec, i’m right there… fuck. fuck, i’m cumming. fuck. fuck fuck fuck.” his panting evens out as he slows your bobbing on his cock, hot spurts spraying in your mouth. his vein twitches against your bottom lip, and he keeps you there for a second. it’s the first time he’s ever done that, finished in your mouth. slowly he pulls you off, and he jerks when your lips pass over his hyper sensitive tip. “are you…” he gulps hard. “gonna swallow?”

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goldenfigtree · 9 months

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Lipstick Smudges

Part 1 of 3

Summary: Leon attends your engagement party to support you despite his repressed feelings for you.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x FemReader

Warning: fluff

A/N: Tried something a little different from my usual writing but I hope y’all enjoy lemme know what y’all think :)

Part two is right here: Part Two

The car radio made up for the silence in Leon’s jeep as his knuckles tightened around the steering wheel.

He couldn’t believe he was doing this. But then again, how could he not? You practically begged him to come, he was your closest friend after all.

Friend.

He hated when she used the word, yet couldn’t really blame her. It was technically his fault for not toughening up and confessing. Leon’s communication skills strike again and now here he was, driving to your engagement party in his best suit, his hair slicked back. He remembered you saying that you liked how it looked on him once. Your voice softly echoes in his brain as he recalls this memory,

“I like your hair like that, really brings out your eyes”

Your smile inks into his memory. What he would do to make you smile like that again. Like he was the only one in the world.

Somehow, these thoughts thread together like a spiderweb, at its center the sentence:

Maybe, just maybe there’s still hope.

It was impossible to forget that little twinkle in your eye when he walked into the room, the smile that outdid all the sunrises he witnessed in his lifetime, the laugh that made his heart flutter with every ripple of tone.

He tightens his grip on the steering wheel, knuckles white. Shaking his head, his pupils retreat to a smaller size. He knew he couldn’t do that to you. It would be unfair, selfish. But God, he wanted you all for himself. It’s barely the car ride there and he’s already wanting this engagement party to end.

Once he parked his car, he made his way to the ivy covered villa with windows projecting a yellow glow. He could already hear the cheerful congratulations and cheers to the happy couple, his stomach churned at the sound of them. He was only a second away from entering when a familiar face swung the door open and turned to him in a bit of surprise, car keys in hand,

“Hey stranger, you’re a bit late” it was Claire, red gown and all.

“And you’re leaving early” Leon acknowledges, eyes fixated on the car keys. He had to stop himself from asking if he could go with her. Come up with an excuse—that he got sick. He knew he was about to be sick soon, so it wouldn’t really be a lie, just a preparation. Claire blinked at him curiously and tilted her head down to see where he was looking,

“Oh! I’m just getting my present from my car” Claire assures nodding her head towards the car, her ponytail swinging from side to side from the motion, “I’m surprised you’re here”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks defensively,

“Well, everyone knows you’ve had a thing for her since I don’t know how long” Claire responds with a shrug,

“That… was a long time ago” Leon mutters, his cheeks warm and his eyes fixated on the door, preparing himself to find what’s behind it. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Claire meets his eyes and gives him a reassuring grin,

“Hey, I’m sure she’ll be glad to see you. Ya know, I have to say, you’re a good guy for doing this despite.. ya know”

He certainly didn’t feel like that now, remembering the shimmering string of hope he dwelled on in the car ride. Not making eye contact with Claire, he merely nods his head and wraps his fingers around the golden doorknob,

“Right, see you in there”

Swinging the door open, voices swell the room and ring in his ears. The beautiful villa lit with large lit crystal chandeliers and the large amounts of people, made the whole place stuffy. Grimacing to himself, he subconsciously tried to find any trace of you as he pushed past the elegantly dressed guests.

Then there it was, your laughter. So loud, so unique, so unapologetically you. Turning his head he forgets how to breathe from the mere sight of you enjoying the conversation you were having. Champagne glass in your hand, the giant rock on your ring finger blinding anyone nearby and an elegant gown framing your figure, you don’t even realize Leon is halted there, mouth agape. Laughing and conversing cheerfully, you fan away the compliments and thank those who congratulate you while passing by. After finishing a conversation with one of the guests, you take a look around until your eyes are met with his. Time stopped and music deafened the moment your eyes locked on his. A joyful smile grows on your face as you shove your way through the people to get to him,

“You made it!” You exclaim so he can hear you over the boisterous chatter.

“Sorry I’m late” he greets with an apologetic smile.

“Don’t be, it’s not your type of scenery anyway” you insist, grabbing a champagne glass from one of the caterer’s trays and handing it to him,

“You know me too well”

“Come on, I know a much quieter place we can talk” you suggest, already walking through the crowd. Before he could even question this sudden suggestion, he almost loses sight of you and walks through the sea of people. He feels the warmth of a hand wrap around his wrist and tug him through, your giggle being the only distinct thing to make out that that hand was yours. Eventually, Leon finds himself outside in a garden. Bushes trimmed into elegant shapes and certain animals. Flowers of various colors in full bloom.

“So how’ve you been?” You begin to ask, both hands cradling the champagne glass, “I haven’t seen you in a while”

“I’ve been busier than usual” more like busier avoiding you and your fiancé, Will, at all costs. The sight of you two together made his heart shatter at the sight. The silence in response was enough for Leon to know you didn’t believe him, “I am busier” he insists.

“Alright” you respond with a shrug, a look of disbelief still remains on your face, “What do you think of Will?”

The both of you stop walking as he contemplates what he should say. He hated just looking at him for taking what he could’ve had. Looking at them, together, revived a battle of whether he should hate Will or himself for letting this happen.

“I don’t know Will” Leon decides to say, which was true. A sheepish giggle escapes your lips as you continue walking, “But as long as you’re happy”

“I guess that’s true” with your gown trailing behind, you sit at the edge of an extravagant fountain, placing your champagne glass on the cobblestone ground. The very top of the fountain had an eagle perched on a branch, the rest of it was ivy and smaller birds perched carved into the stone. The pad of your index finger strokes along the water. It was warm from being under the sun. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, facing you, he studied your face. Your eyes were much more solemn, your lips in a frown, a large contrast from a few minutes ago inside the villa.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks gently, his hand instinctively reaching to lay atop of yours— he pulls it away.

“Leon, I wonder what you would think of me” You begin to say, your eyelashes flutter as you look ahead at the garden, biting your lip softly.

“I don’t know what you mean”

“What if, I didn’t marry William” there was that beam of hope in him, rising again. Guilt covering it shortly after,

“Why?”

“I just, don’t know if he’s the one you know?” You gingerly reply, eyes finally looking into his, “There’s just… this feeling I can’t shake away. But I’m not sure if it’s just me having cold feet or if it’s real”

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, your eyes were set on his lips. He could hear his heartbeat patter in his ears as you leaned toward him, twinkling eyes and lips parted. Your breath against his skin sent a shiver down his spine. He could only remember one time the two of you were this close. His eyes gave into their hunger and watched as your lips moved closer and closer to his own. He couldn’t take it anymore, leaning forward, he closes the gap.

Trapped in the scent of your expensive perfume, the texture of your lips, he can feel goosebumps rise on his skin. Your lips follow this dance he’s leading, an excited breath shudders in the midst of it as his hands hold your face and keep you in place. Your heart was beating at an alarming speed from it all, but it only encouraged you to want more. Your senses were dulled by his lips, his presence, his scent, you didn’t want to stop. Your tongue meets his own, earning a sound from Leon that instantly makes you want to hear it again. That is, until you hear someone calling your name. You knew that voice, it was Will. Pulling away you look at Leon in horror. Everything that had happened setting in at once. Your lipstick smudged on Leon’s lips, his bright blue eyes looking at you like a deer in headlights as your future husband calls your name.

“I’m so sorry” you whisper, lifting up the skirt of your dress and running off to meet her fiancé. Leon sits there, paralyzed from everything, Will’s voice greeting you and breaking Leon in the process,

“There you are, I was looking everywhere for you”

“Well here I am” you say sheepishly as Will takes your hand in his.

Your lipstick smudged on his lips, his heart in turmoil, he drives home.

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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HAIKYUU BOYS & the things they do to you at some high-falutin social event

ft. post-timeskip asahi; atsumu; bokuto (and akaashi, sort of); daichi; oikawa; osamu; suga x reader (fem)

☽⋆˙⟡ ASAHI ⋈

there’s something about a tall, dark, handsome man rocking a bun and a goatee who manages to look sharp as hell in a suit and tie even though he didn’t try very hard. you’ve had your eyes on him all evening and you finally muster the courage to talk to him when he approaches the busy bar where you’ve been waiting to be noticed by the bartender to order a drink. probably bc of his size, the bartender nods to asahi in just a matter of a few seconds.

the 6’2” man points his thumb at you then back at the bartender and says, “uhhmm…i believe she was here first.”

with a charmed smile, you thank him for his chivalry and order your drink. then the tower of a man orders his own and tells the bartender both drinks are on him. an hour later, his slacks are around his ankles and you're straddling him, gliding on his long, thick cock in a dark and otherwise empty conference room. no one can hear your loud moans over the thumping bass of the music as your ass claps against his huge thighs and your pretty manicured nails dig into his hard, broad shoulders. he had protested weakly when you started sucking his monstrous cock after dragging him in there, but when you drip some of his whiskey onto your tits and say “drinks on me now, handsome”, he smirks and wastes no time at all licking and sucking the liquor from your flesh while his big hands guide you along his throbbing length until your clenching pussy creams all around him.

‎‎☽⋆˙⟡ ATSUMU ⋈

fingers you during the keynote speech while the satin, ivory tablecloth serves as cover. occasionally whispers in your ear, reminding you to be quiet lest someone figure out that he's knuckle-deep inside your sweet cunt. his palm, calloused from years of spiking mikasas, is grinding against your swollen clit as his deft fingertips tug deliciously at your g-spot. your thighs have his wrist in a death grip as your professionally manicured nails dig into his flexing forearm. tsumu listens carefully to your quickening breaths, accurately gauges the intensity of your tightening walls, timing his speed and pressure perfectly so that the loud applause of the dining hall drowns out your stifled moan when he makes you cum. a low groan rattles his ribcage when he feels your spend gush into his hand, biting his lip at the way his aching cock strains against the confines of his tailored pinstripe slacks. he watches as your long eyelashes flutter before pulling out and bringing his hand to his mouth to suck his fingers clean.

“yer cream tastes so sweet, babygirl," he says with half-lidded mahogany eyes and a devious grin. "if ya give me yer number, i'll do it with my tongue next time."

☽⋆˙⟡ BOKUTO ⋈

sneaks the two of you onto the rooftop pool and starts taking his clothes off.

you’ve never seen him naked before so you spin around, burying your flustered face in your hands. “bo! what are you doing?!?!” you ask with a gaspy giggle.

“going skinny dipping! c'mon! get in with me!” he says with an unassuming chuckle just before you hear a big splash.

minutes later you're buck naked in the pool with him, his big, long cock brushing against your bare butt as he tickles you. motherfucker is so big it’s like a goddamn buoy, floating and bouncing in the water even when he’s only got a semi. you’ve been attracted to the pro ace since high school, even ended up going to the same university as him. you had bumped into him at countless parties in college but still hadn’t managed to tap it yet. well now was your chance. his erection was unmistakable as he pulled your back to his chest in the pool and brushed his lips across the back of your neck, leaving a soft trail of kisses and kitten licks along your upper spine. you spread your legs to let his huge cock float between them and up to your slick pussy. you were grateful for the fact that your back was turned when the rooftop access door squealed open. bo didn't miss a single beat...just kept right on railing you from behind in the shallow end - pool water splashing every time his thick thighs clapped against yours.

“hey hey hey, akaashi! come on in, the water’s fine!”

☽⋆˙⟡ DAICHI ⋈

when you first arrive at the venue, he teases you in the car before pushing a little bullet vibrator into your pussy and makes you keep it in throughout the night. controls the speed and intensity with an app on his phone until he catches you playing with your clit under the table, trying to get yourself off. he yanks your hand from between your legs and quietly pulls you into the men's restroom just outside the dining hall. bends you over the marble countertop, flips your skirt up, and spanks your bare bottom with his big, strong daddy hand. takes your panties off your ankles, puts them in his pocket, then pulls his fat, angry cock out of his zipper and fucks you while making you watch in the mirror. both of you are so worked up, you cum before anyone catches you. a guy comes walking in as just as you're limping out while daichi zips his pants back up, his softening cock still twitching and dribbling a little cum to mix with your smeared cream inside the black fabric.

☽⋆˙⟡ OIKAWA ⋈

shameless slut wants to pull an usher and fuck you in a dark corner of the dance floor, but when you grab his wrists and protest with a giggle, he squeezes your ass with a shit-eating grin on his pretty face.

nipping at your earlobe, he says, "you know, i've got a very expensive limo waiting just outside. would be a shame to spend all that money and not get to fuck in it." he seductively enunciates 'fuck' and smirks when he feels you shudder.

"say less. take me there now," you demand as you grab his chub through his pants.

moments later, your knees are on the floor of the luxurious limo with the side of your face pressed against the back seat. oikawa spits on his cock before pushing it inside you one thick inch at a time until he's fully sheathed inside the wet heat of your cunt. your hard nipples drag along the cool, ebony leather while the olympic setter uses a fistful of your hair as leverage to fuck his veiny cock into your squelching pussy. you're whining and crying out nonstop as he pounds into you so fucking hard, his hips driving yours into the edge of the seat with every powerful thrust.

"fuck, tooru! *gasp* god, your cock is so fucking big!" you whimper as mascara-stained tears stream down your searing cheeks.

"shhh...don't cry, princess. you're gonna cum so hard on my fat dick. i promise it's gonna feel so fucking good."

☽⋆˙⟡ OSAMU ⋈

eats you out in a dark corner in the corridor leading to the back exit. has you pinned against the wall with his hands around your waist and one of your thighs draped over his shoulder. makes you cum in his mouth before he stands up, keeping you flush to the wall with one hand on your hip while the other fumbles urgently with his belt buckle. you can still taste yourself on his lips and tongue when you moan into each other’s mouths as he plunges his cock deep inside your messy cunt. your dress is bunched up around your waist while he bounces you up and down, his long graceful fingers dimpling the flesh of your bare ass as he guides your slippery pussy along the full length of his hard cock. he shudders when he releases inside you, a quiet whimper escaping the owner of onigiri miya as his hips buck erratically. puts such a huge load of his sperm into you that it leaks out and slides down the inside of your legs in thick, white globs when you hobble back towards the dark dance hall to rejoin your friends.

☽⋆˙⟡ SUGA ⋈

teases you in subtle ways - putting his hand on your lower back every chance he gets, reaching out and twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers, (un)apologetically rubbing his lap against your butt when he walks by and shit like that. yeah, it’s all fun and games til you pull him into an unlocked storage closet and back him up against the wall. both of you are kissing and panting and groping at each other when you reach between your bodies to grip his hard cock through his tailored slacks that fit him just so. he moans into your mouth and puts his hand over yours, guiding your speed and pressure as you jerk him through his clothes for a minute. fuck, he’s so hard. finally, your patience runs out and you start unbuckling his belt as it clanks while he snickers with a smug grin on his pretty face.

“are you that thirsty for my dick, y/n? yeah?” he cards his slender fingers into your hair - careful not to mess it up too much - and presses down on your shoulder with more strength than is even required saying “pull my cock out…mmhmm good girl. See how wet you’ve made me? hm? what’s that? you wanna lick my precum? go ahead baby, you have my permission.”

you wrap your pink lips around his cock and moan at his flavor.

with a sharp inhale through his teeth, he says, “yeah, suck my cock just like that…”

minutes later, your middle finger is in his ass while his pretty balls spasm against your chin as he pumps all his cum down your throat.

“oh fuck god yes, y/n! choke on my dick,” he whines, legs trembling from the spasms of your throat around the sensitive head of his cock while he fills your gullet with his warm semen.

suga is a closet freak. literally.

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cherry-cola-on-ice · 1 year

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Fighting Words

After some consideration, you were less depressed and more pissed off at the artistically inclined twin.

You hadn't seen hair or hide of Vincent since the laundry room incident.

And maybe that was for the better.

While part of your mind couldn't shake the love you had for him, the other hated him.

Perhaps though, hate was a strong word.

But right now, Vincent Sinclair was number one on your shit list.

You couldn't decide what went wrong. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You knew that. You could still taste him on your tongue. Feel his thick cock heavy against your lips.

It was addictive. You were obsessed

You slammed the cupboard shut, frowning. The feeling of his cock in your mouth, gagging you. Choking on his cum. You thought about it day and night, in your dreams at daydreams.

Fighting the urge to throw the glass cup in your hand against the wall, you heard the door behind you slam open and Bo's loud voice echo "Y/N!?! WHERE ARE YOU? "

Your hands gripped the counter so hard, your knuckles turned red. You were not in the mood for this "Holy FUCKING SHIT, BO! I'M IN THE FUCKING KITCHEN WHERE I FUCKING ALWAYS AM!"

Bo was quiet for a moment, probably seething with rage. Probably plotting some horrendous way to kill you. Something gruesome, like that Carly chick and her brother you've heard so much about.

At this point, it'd be a blessing. Just kill her and get this agony over with.

You could Bo's footsteps getting closer, before the kitchen door swung open. You barely looked over at him, he raised a eyebrow "What crawled up your ass and died? "

"Your hopes and dreams."

"Ha-ha. Ya being more bitchy than your usual...uh, bitchy self."

You scoffed "Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, Bo."

You heard him laugh behind you "Yeah, seems like it. "

In the corner of your eye, you saw him lean against the counter next to you. He smirked, wriggling his eyebrows, in a dramatic manner"Ya know, ya kinda sexy when you're mad."

The sentence made you snort, rolling your eyes at him. But it also made you laugh, the first time in a while. It felt nice. Like the way things used to be.

Bo and you hadn't been close. Vincent had been your best friend, rather he knew that or not, you weren't sure. But Bo was a strange entity. One moment, he cursing out your existence. Threatening you that his brother's protection wasn't going to last forever.

But right now, you were reminded of home. Your real home. Of your high school sweethearts and friends. Joking with each other and fumbling touches on prom night. Bo reminded you of that.

But even so, even though Bo made you miss something you hadn't thought about since you were left alive...

Vincent was Hades. Dark and dangerous. While his brother was the golden Apollo.

The front door slammed open, causing both Bo and you to jump. There stood Vincent, and that jovial mood vanished. Obviously, you couldn't see his face in it's entirety, but his one blue eye was filled with anger.

I hate him I love him you . Be mad. Don't be at me.

"Hey, Vinny!" Bo raised a eyebrow, sensing his twin's annoyance. How could he not? It was palpable, hanging in the air like a dense fog.

Vincent stood there, fingers grabbing the doorframe so hard his knuckles turned white. You turned around, continuing your chores. His gaze pierced into your back.

Bo cleared his throat "Well, Lester's truck broke down outside of Tensas Parish. So we ain't gonna be home for dinner. "

You looked over at him "You going to be okay driving by yourself? I could come with. "

"Tch, I trust ya. But not that much. Nah, ya stay here with Vincent." Bo slapped your shoulder, before walking away.

It was silent in the room now. Only the sounds of Bo's truck backing out of the gravel.

Just pretend he isn't here and go about your life.

You could hear his breathing behind you, seemingly getting closer. Every breath he took felt like he was ripping on from your own lungs.

Placing the last glass in the cupboard, you shut it and turned to walk away. Passing by Vincent, his hand darted out to grab your wrist "Ow, Vincent! Let go of me! "

Vincent shook his head, turning around back to the basement door. He dragged you along with him.

You'd be lying to yourself if you said his forceful grip wasn't sending shockwaves through your body. But you weren't going to admit that to him. Not after all the torment he put you through "Vincent! Where the fuck are you taking me?!?"

He dragged you down further into his workshop, stopping once he reached the bottom. Before you could complain about the treatment, Vincent spun you around, slamming your face against the wall.

Fuck me fuck you please fuck me

"WHAT THE HEL-" The feeling of something hard and warm pressing against your ass cut off your thoughts. Vincent ground his hard cock into you, breathing heavily in your ear. A whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Vincent's hands gripped your sweats, pulling them off along with your panties. You gasped, hands darting down to grab his "Vincent! What are you doing?!?"

Vincent's hands ripped away from your own. Shakily, his hands came back to your line of vision, signing with difficulties "Mine..."

Yes yours you stupid dick

He had been jealous. The thought made your clit pulse. But you still had questions "I was always yours. Why did you walk away from me? "

Vincent's hands stopped, giving you a chance to turn around. You met his eye, crossing your arms"I thought about you so many times. And you just walked away. You have no right to be jealous. "

Vincent looked away from you, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You scoffed, trying not to lose your temper.

There had to be a reason, somewhere deep in Vincent's mind, why he pushed you away. You had your suspicions. And you weren't happy about it.

"You don't think you deserve me, do you? After all of this..." You gestured to the space between you both "All of this tension between us?"

You grabbed Vincent's fiddling fingers away from your shirt "I've thought about these fingers inside of my pussy since I met you. I've thought about these fingers holding me close. "

You could tell he was shocked.

You dense motherfucker.

Sighing, you shoved Vincent's hands towards your wet pussy, watching with hidden glee when his eye widen behind his mask "You feel that? You did this. Even when I'm fucking pissed at you, I've never wanted someone more."

Vincent looked down at his drenched fingers, giving them a experimental flick against your folds. You moaned, jerking against him "Vincent ~I need you. "

These three words shook him out of his reverie. He met your gaze, before turning your body around again. He, more gently than before, pressed you against the wall. You groaned, wriggling you butt against his crotch.

Vincent let out a grunt in your ear, and you felt him lifting his mask away from his face. This made you pause, turning your head to face the wall completely. Last thing you wanted to do was scare him.

"Baby, you don't have to take your mask off if you don't want to. I'm perfectly fine with just your dic- holy shit!"

You were cut off by the warm, wet feeling of his tongue lick up your slit. Vincent moaned against your pussy, his slightly chapped lips placing kisses against your skin.

Your fingers scraped against the concrete walls, gasps and whimpers escaping your throat uncontrollable. It was going to fuck up your fingernails, but you couldn't give to shits about it right now.

You whispered his name like a prayer as his tongue lazily drags between your already dripping folds. In theory, he hasn't touched you much, and all of his touches were light.

You moaned, thrusting your ass into his face, begging for harder contact "Vincent, please stop fucking teasing me!"

A sharp of gasp left your lips as he felt his mouth graze over the meat of your butt, his teeth sinking into the flesh. You wanted to reach out to him, grab his hair and reposition it where it belonged.

Face first into your throbbing pussy.

He must have heard your thoughts, read the filthy words echoing in your mind.

Dragging his tongue over the tight ring of muscle hidden between your cheeks, he slowly made his way back to your cunt. His tongue circles around your hole, watching in amazement as it clenched around nothing.

You heard his moan, that beautiful sound you chased after for so long. One you thought you lost forever.

"Vincent ~" You were nearly crying "P-Please, give me something. Anything. Fuck me with your mouth. Make me feel good."

His tongue unexpectedly dove into you with inexperienced enthusiasm, causing you to lurch forward. He pulled you closer, shoving his face into your pussy as he ate out your cunt like a starved man.

You tasted better than he ever could imagine.

Vincent moved his tongue frantically against your sex, licking and sucking anything he could find. He wasn't sure if he was doing it right, his only source material being the pornos his brother left around.

But from what he could gather, he seemed to be doing well for himself. If your cries and moans were anything to go by.

One well planned suck to your clit had stars forming behind your eyes “I’m gonnacum, ‘mgonnaocu—”

You can do nothing but slam your palm on to the wall, your orgasm cutting off all rational thoughts. Vincent held your shaking body in his hands, your legs quivering, threatening to give out from under you.

He nuzzled his face against your thighs, kissing them as you came down from your high.

"S'good, you're so good. " You quietly praise him "I wanna kiss you. Can I kiss you, baby? "

Vincent stilled between your legs and for a moment you thought he would run away from you again. But his hand covering your eyes and turning your face to him proved you wrong.

You almost jump at the sensation of his lips finding yours,rough and chapped, but delicious nonetheless. The satisfaction of finally kissing him elicited a gasp out of you.

A gasp he eagerly swallows in a long kiss, tongues wet and wrestling with one another. A the pad of his free thumb stroked the column of your throat, applying light pressure.

Unfortunately, your human bodies required air and you both parted, feeling a long string of saliva fall to your chin. You snorted, hand reaching up to stroke the hand covering your eyes "You keep that up and I'm going to get all hot and bothered again. "

Vincent chuckled, grabbing his mask and placing it on his face. His hand slowly fell away from your eyes, and you took this as his ok to turn around. Eyes dewy and smiling like the cat the just got the canary.

Vincent thought you looked beautiful after you came.

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #house of wax #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005 #fem reader #creep!vincent x! creep!reader #vincent sinclair x fem!reader

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Fearless

Alfie Solomons x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Swearing, Enemies to lovers, sexual tension, Alfie being Alfie, violence, use of a firearm.

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read!

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"Why am I here?" Y/n asked. She was standing in front of Tommy's desk, Tom was behind it and Alfie was beside her.

Y/n has always despised Alfie Solomons, he's vial and rude. He's dangerous and he never stops with the snarky comments. And right now he was towering over her, sizing her up.

"Alfie this is Y/n Richmond." Tommy said. "She's an associate of mine, and a dear friend. Her father was Frank Richmond, they came over from the United States before he unfortunately died, leaving his business in her hands."

Tom then turned to Y/n and was about to introduce Solomons when she held up her hand.

"We've met."

"You have?"

"Yeah." She said, anger laced in her tone. "His men captured me, mugged me, took me to him where I was fuckin tortured for information I didn't even have! Then I was tossed into the street, nearly hit by on coming traffic, and mugged once again by a homeless man!"

She turned to Alfie, knife tight in her grip. Solomons smirked, glancing down at her lips then down to her knife.

"This ones fearless, Tommy. I couldn't even get her to plead for mercy." He said. "And now she's ready to stab me."

Alfie got closer to where Y/n could feel the heat radiating off of him, and the scent of rum invaded her senses .

"What are you gonna do, Princess?" He asked. "Gonna kill me? When I could over power you in a second? You're fuckin weak and pitiful."

With in a blink of an eye, Y/n had her dagger pressed to his throat. Their gazes we're locked and unfaltering.

"Do something." He whispered.

Y/n pulled her ears back and bared her teeth, just as she was about to stab him, Arthur grabbed her hand and pulled the knife from her.

"Fuck, she was actually gonna do it." Alfie chuckled, rubbing his throat.

Tommy came over and gripped her shoulder. "Calm yourself. He's not your enemy, I want you two to be business partners."

"What!?" They both yelled.

"Put your past transgressions aside. If the two of you worked together, it will benefit all of us. Y/n now owns her father's business and she controls half the north side. If you are allie's then he can operate in your territory with no problems and the flow can keep going."

Y/n shook her head. "If you think I'm gonna work with this!" She poked Alfie in the chest. "You got another thing coming!"

Alfie slid his hand up the side of her neck and into her hair at the back of her head. He made a fist, pulling her head back. Alfie chuckled darkly at the whimper she let out.

"Now that's beautiful." He said. "Submission, fear, the need to be punished. You're one of those kinda girls, aren't ya? You enjoy the chase....being intimidated, taking orders."

"Get your hand off of me." Y/n growled.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Does that hurt?"

His thumb came down, gently caressing her neck making Y/n clench her fists, the loud crack of her knuckles filling the room.

"Tommy! We aren't working together!"

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5 months later

Y/n was just sitting there on a barrel filled with rum, she was still pissed about having to work with Alfie. He had called her to his office just to show her he had the power, Shelby had said that they would be partners, well it turns out that man was full of shit because now she was taking orders from Alfie Solomons.

"Y/n!" A man yelled from her left. "Alfie wants to see you."

She hung her head in anger and defeat, this man was draining every bit of energy out of her and he was enjoying the entire thing.

Y/n entered his office with a glare on her face, she crossed her arms over her chest and waited for whatever horse shit conversation he wanted to start.

He didn't move, he just sat there reading something, Y/n tapped her foot and looked down at her pocket watch.

"In a fuckin hurry or what?" Alfie asked.

"What?"

"You're standing there so impatient, checking your fuckin watch and tapping your foot. Why don't you sit down and relax, I'll be with you in a second."

Y/n stood there for a good 30mins just looking at him, until she pulled out her gun and pointed it at his head.

"What are you doing now, love?" He asked.

"Just practicing my aim. Oh, do carry on....I don't want to disturb you."

When she didn't lower her gun, Alfie leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and placing them on his chest. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to shoot him.

"Well?" He asked.

"Why the fuck do you insist on calling me to your office? You're not doing anything!"

"Right, love. I call you in here everyday because I know you'll come."

Y/n gave him a confused look, lowering her gun just a tad.

"What?"

"Like I said, you like taking orders. You do a very good job at fallowing them too, you don't like it when I call for you, but you still come."

"You're just doing this to show you have power over me?" She asked.

Alfie stood, slowly walking around his desk to her. Y/n brought her gun back up to eye level, but he didn't stop. She began backing up until she was pressed against the wall, he kept walking towards her. Y/n's gun was now pressed against his chest, and he was inches away from her.

The smell of rum and his musk invading her again making her heart pound. Y/n couldn't keep eye contact with him, Alfie tilted his head as her gaze dropped to her gun.

"Do I scare you?" He asked. "Because either that or you just want me to hold you to this wall, and fuck you till you can't speak."

Y/n tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but how close he was and his words made heat pool between her legs.

"Is that what you want, princess?"

"I-....I don't know." Y/n's voice came out just above a whisper.

Alfie took hold of her gun and slowly pulled it out of her grip, making her breath hitch as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"Are you scared?"

Y/n nodded, finally meeting his gaze. She looked down at his lips then back up at his eyes.

"Is that desire I see?" He asked. "It don't look like fear."

"Alfie....please."

"Please what?"

"Just fuckin kiss me."

A smirk spread across his face, drawing a whimper from Y/n. He leaned in and captured her lips in a bruising kiss.

Alfie pressed his knee between her legs and snaked his hand around her neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I need to thank Tommy next I'm I see him." Alfie chuckled.

"I- I think I'll do the same."

THE END ❤️

Part two?

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

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yuckie-obsessive · 1 year

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Double Trouble

Uh-oh… been thinking about a double possessive x reader 👀

So been thinking about if you got both of the boys in the same room and they only barely tolerate each other because you’re there. I’ll try to make it gn

Tw: brief talk of Anti’s “neck incident” and swearing

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral) x Antisepticeye

Set up: you are just chilling with Anti (just imagine a living room) and Dark arrives because he wants to talk with you about something and Anti gets real defensive and clingy.

~★~

“They aren’t your prisoner, you know. They can talk with whomever they wish,” Dark was already irritated with Anti’s shenanigans.

“Yeah, well you’re in my home, my fucking territory. You don’t have a fucking say here!” Anti was getting angry a lot faster than the other alter- as per usual. Dark sighed, “Does this really need to be an issue every time I wish to see them? They already stay with you, why do you insist on being selfish?”

“Cause I know what’s safe for them, and they don’t need to be around you or any other insane ego in your little group.”

The iplier egos were never all that harmful towards you, though. Only Dark and Wilford ever seemed to have interest, to which Dark would always ward off Wilford’s more… extreme tendencies.

Dark sneered in response, “You know what’s safe? The one who brought a knife to their own neck for entertainment-?”

“THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM!”

Things were growing heated fast. You decided to quietly step away to let them work it out (in their own special way).

“Dollface, hey,” arms wrapped around your torso, making you stop, “where are ya going? I was just messing around…” Anti mumbled as his face brushed up beside yours.

“Just a minor spat is all,” Dark stepped in front of you and took your hand, “takes more than a couple harsh words to send me away.” He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Anti growled and his hold possessively tightened, “would certainly make my life a lot easier… I think they prefer me anyways,” he chuckled a bit and started a trail of kisses along your neck.

Dark’s expression twitched only slightly at this, but remained overall neutral. He brought his free hand to your face and maneuvered yours to rest on his shoulder. “They just need to see what I can offer…” his chest pressed up against yours, now pinning you between the two extremely dangerous beings, “I can entirely rewrite reality at your command.”

His lips connected with yours in a rather soft display of affection, catching you off guard with how gentle he was being. He separated for a breath, “say the word my dear, and I will give you the world.” He captured your lips once again.

Anti huffed. “Darlin’ you already have the world with me,” he whispered into your ear, making you shiver only for Dark to deepen the kiss to bring your attention back to him. “What could he possibly have that I don’t, hm?” Anti placed a small kiss behind your ear.

Dark separated to glare down at him. “Humility and grace certainly comes to mind.”

With that, they were at it again. Attempting to one-up each other for your attention.

You, at their mercy, had one hand clutching at Anti’s arms and the other clawing into Dark’s suit jacket, there was hardly anything you could do to stop them. Your mind, being as flustered as it was, probably wouldn’t let you do much of anything if you could.

#antisepticeye #ego #anti #jacksepticeye egos #darkiplier #dark #markiplier egos #darkiplier x reader x antisepticeye #darkiplier x reader #antisepticeye x reader #reader insert #kie writes #kie’s post #text #drabble #possessive

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hoedorokishoto · 1 year

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Public Enemy No. 1

So this is purely self indulgent! I am a huge fan of My Time at Sandrock and I absolutely 110% needed to write this story. If anyone else is a fan and has request please feel free to send them in because my cup runeth over with ideas! I hope you enjoy 🥰

His chest was warm, his breathing comforting you as you fell in and out of sleep. Who knew that a dark cave would be such a great place for a romantic rendezvous and an afternoon nap.

“I’ll have to go soon.” You said groggily, lifting your head and looking into Logan’s blue eyes. His white hair falling around his face without the help of his hat to keep it in place.

“Don’t remind me darlin, you know I hate it every time I have to watch you climb out of here.” He said, his large rough hand caressing the side of your face, your head leaning into him. You knew how he felt, your heart hurt everytime you need to pull your builder attire back on and climb whatever wall or dig however many holes it took to get you back to your workshop in Sandrock.

“Well, if all goes well we won’t have to keep doing this. You can stop pretending to be a scary bandit and take me on a real date. Cause I’ll be honest, that southern drawl and killer charm can only take you so far Mister.” You joked, taking his and kissing his knuckles.

“I think it gotten me pretty dang far darlin, I mean I must be doing something right for such a pretty thing like you to come down here and get all dirty.”

“Are we talking about the actual dirt or the other things we get up to down here?” You asked, a smile spreading across your face.

You would never have thought that when you moved to Sandrock this would be where you spent every second Friday night, her with Logan, public enemy no. 1. Or that’s how everyone saw him now.

One minute you were tracking down the white-haired bandit and the next you were falling for him. A real enemies to lovers story. For the few months since finding out the villain arc was a fake you found yourself getting closer to the whole gang. Haru, Grace and obviously Logan. Clearly a lot closer to some.

“Ya know, I saw you on the train that day. Watched you through the window as you came into town. I didn’t think I’d seen anyone more beautiful. I almost walked into town right then and there just to see you again.” Logan confessed, his hand scratching lightly on your bare back as you laid down on his chest again, wanting to savour every last minute with him.

“I remember the first time I saw your wanted poster; I definitely went a little weak in the knees.” You said back recalling how handsome he looked on the poster outside the Commission Guild, you wondered how someone who looked so much like an angel be perceived as the villain.

Logan laughed and squeezed you tighter, his chest and stomach contracting with every laugh. You sat up straighter and took in the sight before you. His muscled and scared body really something to behold, your eyes wandering lower and lower. His muscular legs and other appendages taking your breath away.

“If you keep looking at me like that Princess, I’ll make it my personal mission that you can’t walk out of here.” Logan said lowly, his voice edged with a slight growl. You looked up at him, eyes fluttering as you took in every last detail of his face.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time Mr Logan, maybe I’ll have to take you up on that offer.” You answered, leaning forward and crashing your lips against his. His stubble rubbing against you as he lifted you to straddle his lap. His length hard and rubbing up against your already wet core.

“Well darlin, I’m going to have you screaming so loud that even Zeke will be able to hear ya. I want everyone to know you are mine and when all this is done and finished, I want to walk back into town and for everyone to know you are mine.”

#mtas spoilers #sandrock #my time at sandrock #mtas logan #mtas x reader #my time at sandrock x reader

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skylarmoon71 · 10 months

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Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)- Chapter 1

Reincarnation was something of a myth.

Even in the future where technology ruled, no one thought twice about something so irrational. Unattainable. You remembered reading scripts where men would sacrifice anything for a chance of existing forever. The burden you carried with you from birth was a gift in the eyes of so many

“Think you’re so cool with the whole mysterious girl crap going on. Let me tell you the next time you sit with John I’ll-”

The fist connecting with her face was the only response she received. When the blond girl’s body hit the floor, her entourage took a step back in horror. You didn’t even flinch. Massaging your knuckles.

“Trash.”

Detention it is.

“I hope you learn that there are consequences to your actions. “

The teacher slammed the door, and the students in the room went about as if nothing happened. The laughter and cell phones dinging seemed to echo. When a chair pulled up to your side, the teen sat down. You expected some nuisance, but he looked more nervous than anything.

“Hey, sorry I know you would much rather sit by yourself. Seeing as I am the nerd here I figured you were the safest bet.” Your eyes scanned the male. You recognized him. Brown hair, brown eyes. Glasses, young, intelligent.

“Peter Parker. Spiderman.”

Your mind did a mental download.

“You’re okay.” You spoke.

That comment seemed to calm him down.

“I’m Peter Parker.”

He held out his hand, and you shook it.

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.”

Detention wasn’t the worst thing to happen.

You knew once you got home you would have to explain to your parents why you were once again being punished for starting a fight. Technically that banshee started it. But life really never worked in your favor. So what’s to say it would this time either.

To delay the inevitable, you figured you might as well make your punishment this time worthwhile. Tightening the strap on your backpack, you headed for the subway. There was a perfect spot where you could enjoy the peace of being alone. No stupidly oblivious teens, or unhelpful teachers to bother you.

Bodies jumbled as you made your way through the streets. Your desired destination was on the other side of town. Even when the sun began to go down, your eyes stayed trained ahead. It’s only when you turn a corner that you hear a scream. There’s a woman ahead, surrounded by two men. From the looks of it they are after her bag. That only stops when they spot you ahead. One of them is holding a knife.

“Beat it!”

He screams.

The woman turns to you with pleading eyes, and you turn around, heading in the opposite direction.

“HELP ME PLEASE!!”

You clench your fist, but keep walking forward. You only stop when you hear the grunts in the background. The woman releases another scream, running right past you with incredible speed. Especially for someone in heels. Your eyes drift back to the men that are now lying on the floor groaning. You can hear the sirens in the background, no doubt the cavalry has been called.

“Coward.”

It’s a hiss from the darkness.

“Raph let it go!” Another voice cuts in. You straighten, just barely making out the two figures covered by the shadows.

“Ya really was just gonna let her get mugged!!” He sounds furious.

“I don’t remember signing a contract to risk my life for strangers.”

Your response pisses him off, and before you know it a giant green being walks out. Red bandana, green eyes. Two sais in his hand and a scar very prominent on his face.

“We can’t all be vigilantes, Rapheal.” You say.

He stops, and another moves forward.

Raph is stunned.

“You know who he is...” His brother states.

“Better get moving before the cops show up Leonardo. It would be bad if they found out about your brothers.”

You don’t say much more. Leonardo’s expression hardens and he grabs Raph’s.

“We need to go.”

This is possibly the first time that Raph gives little resistance, because now they are both concerned. That sounds alarmingly like a threat. They don’t stick around to find out, and when you hear the sirens get closer, you take off.

The boys watch you from above, and Leonardo clenches his jaw.

~~~

“Have a good day.” Your mother calls.

You nod at her. It’s a bit tentative. Both your parents share that look. The one concern that they’ve worn ever since the doctors assured them that your advanced level of development at such a young age was nothing to worry about. That was the issue with dying at a young age and being constantly reincarnated into an infant’s body every time. They’re scared. Whether it be for your future or your present, you wouldn’t know.

You try not to think about it, adjusting the bag on your back as you make your way to another tedious day of school. Maybe this week you can get through without a fight. One can hope. You would think your temper would be better seeing as you’ve lived so many lives. Your head turns at the honking and you curse. The yellow bus takes off and you grumble.

“Damn it.”

This is the fourth time you’ve zoned out and missed the bus.

You start running, heading for the shortcut that you have memorized. Sliding past the back of the building, you dodge dumpsters and other obstacles. When you get through a more secluded area, you move to exit that spot. Something yanks you backward, and you let out a yelp of surprise. Your mouth is covered, and your eyes move to the green hand that has covered your mouth.

“During the day..”

This isn’t normal. They never operated in broad daylight.

“You’re going to tell me who you are and how you know about my brothers.”

You aren’t given a chance to respond, his body seems to propel into the air. He’s going up, taking you with him. When you get to a certain height, he lands on a roof, releasing you. Taking some much needed steps back, you try to create distance. Leonardo draws his blades.

“Who are you, what do you want with my family!!”

He looks enraged, and you raise your hands. You were reckless. You’d taken for granted that he was a hero, but above all else, family was important to him.

“I’m not some psycho after your family, okay!!”

You drop to your knees, lifting your hands. He briefly sees a flash of golden light in your orbs.

Leo stops.

You squint, cursing for letting your guard down.

“Who are you?”

He hasn’t sheathed his weapons, but he doesn’t look like he’s going to chop your head off.

A good sign.

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

His tone sounds anything but pleased.

“I’m..” you swallow.

You’ve never had to disclose who you are to anyone. Not even your parents are aware.

“I’m…a reincarnation..”

Silence follows. Leonardo’s hand tightens on his blades.

“Are you trying to be funny?”

“I swear to you I’m telling the truth. I-I know it sounds crazy trust me. There’s nothing more messed up than dying at sixteen and coming back ten times. I wish I was making this up. Trust me."

Leonardo studies you. In a way you can tell he’s making his own assessment.

“If that’s true, then that woman last night, you knew she was about to get mugged. Since you’re reincarnated you’ve lived this life before. "

Sighing, you lower your hands. The shift in your expression is not something Leo missed.

“That’s not how this works. I don’t control where I end up.” Quite frankly you’re shocked he even believes a word you’re saying.

“I’ve been to the past, present and future. It's never the same place. The knowledge that I gain are from general events. I know about April O'Neil because she has ancestors who were very much like her. Curious, persuasive, Willful. The vigilantes from reports that I’ve seen, it wasn’t hard to put the pieces together. You and your brothers were the product of a failed lab experiment when she was a child. She lost her father to the fire. Tossed you five into a drain.” You slowly rise to your feet.

“You aren’t the only heroes in this city, or this world.” Leo finally lowers his sword.

“Why didn’t you help her?”

Your brows furrow.

“With all you know, you could have helped that woman. But you turned, you just walked away. “

This was not a question you wanted to answer.

“I’m not some hero.”

“It’s called being a decent human being.”

That statement angers you.

“DON’T YOU LECTURE ME ABOUT BEING A DECENT HUMAN BEING!”

Your outburst catched him by surprise. The glow returns in your eyes and your teeth are clenched. You turn you head, agitated. When he sees the tear run down your cheek, he feels a bit guilty. You wipe it swiftly in hopes that it wasn’t seen.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through. You think humans were cruel in the past or even the present. The future does not get any better. Even with all that we’ve accomplished, all the progress that we’ve made. People are still nothing but selfish. You’re risking your life, your family for a losing battle."

You turn your back to him.

“The human race is despicable. You of all people should know that first hand.”

Leo isn’t sure how to refute that. Yes, there were terrible people out there. But there was still a lot of good. That’s what he fought for. What they all did. To see another person lose complete faith in their own race was..heartbreaking.

“I’m already fifteen. One more year and I’ll be gone. I’ll start this entire cycle over. It can’t come soon enough.”

You eye the ledge, and Leo sheaths his blades slowly. Now he’s concerned for a different reason. When he sees you moving closer to it, he panics.

“Hey don’t!!”

He grabs your hand and you jolt. Turning you stare at him.

“You don’t have to choose this way out. You may not believe it but life matters, your life matters. Every life matters!”

His words somehow pierce you. It’s not like you were planning to jump off the balcony.

That would be painful.

“You really think so. I left that woman. I could have cared less what happened. “ He still holds your wrist.

“I don’t believe that.”

“Why is that?”

“Because if you were truly a bad person surely you would not spend it living such a regular life. You’ve lived multiple lives right. You could have easily manipulated that to your advantage, But you’re here, attending a high school from the looks of it. I think you’re still looking for someone to change your opinion. You want someone to change your perspective. “

“What is with him..”

There was a lot you knew about the boys, but that was what you’d read in comics of the future. Fables almost. You never thought you’d actually meet one. Much less have him convince you of the goodness in humanity. Just a few minutes ago he was interrogating you like you were his worst enemy.

“This could all be a trick. What if I’m lying to you and I am some psycho.”

“You wouldn’t be a very good one if you’re telling me of your plan."

He’s naive, or maybe just holds too much faith in others.

“It’s not like I can go around telling people I know big green turtles.”

He loosens his hold with a slight smile.

“That sounds a little crazy, don’t you think?”

Now he’s teasing you.

“Whatever.”

You turn your head, because it’s clear you’ve already lost this battle.

“Since you basically kidnapped me, I’m gonna need a ride to school.”

“I think I can do that.”

You’re about to tell him that you’re kidding. The last thing you need is being spotted with a mutant at your school. He picks you up and you squeak, clutching at his shoulder.

“W-What are you doing!!”

“Getting you to school, hold on.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just takes off.

For the first time, you’re not sure how this will play out, and you aren’t even worried.

#reincarnation #trust #hurt #past #present #future #leonardo #leo x reader #crime #rebirth #existence #family

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babyzombiehottub · 3 months

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The Vampire Virus. (A fanfic of my good friend who's story is linked here: https://www.wattpad.com/1278626165-we-are-the-monster-generation-a-life-changing-day)

Dwayne, the young vampire with white skin and white hair, winced as another wave of pain coursed through his body. His red eyes watered uncontrollably and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It was bad enough that he was a dude-bro vampire from Spain, but now this?! He couldn't believe the intense pain radiating from his lower abdomen. It felt like someone was stabbing him repeatedly with a million sharp needles. The worst part? He couldn't stop himself. He had no control over his own bowels. It was as if they were on a rollercoaster ride of their own, careening out of control.

He gripped the sides of the toilet, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep from passing out. His thighs, normally so strong and toned, now quivered helplessly. Even though he hated to admit it, there was something undeniably sexy about the way they looked now. The way the muscles tensed and relaxed as he struggled against the diarrhea, the way the veins stood out prominently against the smooth, pale skin. And his ass! It was the most magnificent thing ever seen. Round, firm, and begging to be grabbed. He couldn't help but fantasize about someone else's hands on it, massaging it, making him feel better.

"Dwayne?" came a worried voice from the doorway. It was his zombie friend, Neil. "Dude, you've been in there for, like, hours. You okay?" Dwayne didn't respond, too focused on his battle against the diarrhea. Neil walked into the bathroom and cringed when he saw the state his friend was in. "Dude… you know you can't flush that shit, right?" he asked, gesturing at the overflowing toilet. Dwayne managed a weak laugh, more of a groan really. "I know, man… just… help me get up, would ya?" Neil obliged, steadying Dwayne as he stood unsteadily.

Together, they made their way to Dwayne's bedroom, where he collapsed on the bed, his body still wracked with pain. "Dude, you should see a doctor," Neil insisted. "This is serious." Dwayne shook his head, his long white hair swaying. "I'll be fine, man… it's just… one of those things. Vampires get these funny stomach bugs sometimes." He closed his eyes, trying to will the pain away. "Just… give me some privacy, okay?" Neil nodded reluctantly and left the room, closing the door behind him.

The next wave hit Dwayne like a sledgehammer, and he barely made it back to the toilet in time. The shit that came out was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was thick and tar-like, almost black in color. It coated his fingers as he clutched the toilet seat, and it seemed to burn as it slid down his throbbing ass. He let out a long, low moan of agony, his body shaking with each spasm. The texture was so gross that he couldn't even imagine how it must feel inside of him. He tried to wipe himself clean, but the toilet paper disintegrated almost immediately.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see Neil standing there, looking concerned. "Dude, you sure you don't want me to get you some more toilet paper or something?" he asked, gesturing at the empty roll on the floor. Dwayne shook his head, his long hair flying. "No, man… just… rub my stomach or something, okay?" Neil nodded, and knelt down beside the toilet. He gently placed his hands on Dwayne's stomach, rubbing circles as the vampire grimaced in pain. "There you go, buddy… just let it out," he murmured reassuringly.

The pain seemed to subside slightly with Neil's touch, and Dwayne let out a shaky breath. He leaned back against the cool tile wall, feeling exhausted beyond belief. "Thanks, man… I owe you one." Neil shrugged, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. "Hey, we've all been there, you know? Besides, you're my bro, right? We got each other's backs." There was a brief pause as Dwayne considered this, and then a small smile crept onto his face.

As the intensity of the diarrhea began to wane, they both knew it was time to face the mess they'd created. Slowly, Neil leaned forward, his hands moving from Dwayne's stomach to his thighs, gently pushing the vampire's legs apart. The smell in the room was overpowering, a putrid stench that seemed to cling to everything. But Neil didn't flinch. He moved closer, his face inches from Dwayne's ass, and began to wipe away the tarry remnants of the diarrhea.

It was a delicate task, to say the least. The skin around Dwayne's anus was raw and tender, the skin inflamed from the repeated abuse. Each wipe brought forth another gobbet of the thick, black muck, and each time, Neil winced in sympathy as he disposed of it. He worked methodically, taking care not to irritate the area further, his breathing growing shallow as he focused on the task at hand.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they were able to clean up the mess. Dwayne sat on the edge of the tub, his head hanging low, his body shivering from exhaustion. He was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes. "Thanks, man," he whispered hoarsely. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Neil shrugged modestly. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right? Besides, I've seen worse, believe me." He glanced around the bathroom, grimacing at the lingering smell.

Dwayne nodded, standing up slowly. "You're right. It's just… this whole thing is just so humiliating. I feel like such a freak." Neil put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Hey, we all have our weaknesses, you know? And hey, at least it's not permanent. You'll get through this, and you'll be back to your old self in no time." He gave Dwayne's shoulder a squeeze before stepping back. "Why don't you hop in the shower and get cleaned up? I'll bring you some clean clothes."

As Dwayne turned to head toward the shower, Neil began to gather up the dirty clothes and towels, stuffing them into a plastic bag. The bathroom smelled faintly of bleach now, as if Neil had already begun the process of cleaning it up. He glanced at the clock, noting that it was almost two in the morning. They'd been here for hours, dealing with Dwayne's latest bout of the vampire virus. He couldn't help but wonder how many more of these there would be.

The shower came to life with the sound of running water, and a few moments later, Dwayne emerged, wrapped in a towel. His skin had regained some of its color, and he looked more like himself again. "Thanks, man," he said, taking the clean clothes and towel that Neil handed him. "I owe you big time."

Neil waved off the thanks. "Don't mention it. That's what friends are for, right?" He glanced at the clock as well, noting the late hour. "Better get you to bed, huh? We've got school tomorrow, and you don't want to be a zombie like me do ya?" Neil joked "Goodnight man" Dwayne said as he went to bed

#male diarrhea #fanfic #vampire #diarrhea

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bornforastorm · 1 year

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nice guys? or pm 4B 👀👀?

you got it, babe:

nice guys: Holland’s old lunk of a Mercedes is crumpled completely. It’s beyond totalled. There’s steam coming out from under the hood like in a goddamn cartoon. If only Holland had bought that new car he’d been eyeing four months ago. Healy had talked him out of it, but maybe that flashy Mustang had some new safety features that would have helped him. As it is, his old junker didn’t even have seatbelts, let alone an airbag. A part of Healy’s mind says that when they buy Holly a car, hers will have an airbag.

Emergency workers are standing around, ten feet back from the wreckage, clucking their tongues. The back of Holland’s head is visible over the seat of the convertible, sitting up perfectly straight. A cop hooks Jackson’s arm before he can make it over.

“You Healy?” He nods. The cop, a young guy with a pencil mustache straight out of 1940, frowns. “I’m Officer Flight. We spoke on the phone.”

“Oh, sure,” Healy says. He can’t quite pull his eyes from the back of March’s head.

“Glad you made it so fast. He wouldn’t let us do anything until you got here. Just kept saying your name. We had to look you up in the book. He’s been conscious through all of it, pretty miraculously, but he’s in real bad shape. You’ve gotta convince him to let us get him out of that car.”

Jackson nods. Another deep breath.

The cop pulls him back. “But, look, prepare yourself okay? It’s pretty ugly.”

And Jackson goes over to the car.

Both of Holland’s hands are on the steering wheel, white knuckled. He’s staring straight ahead with a terrible focus and he’s wearing that horrible purple suit that he’d bought on their first case together. It’s so out of fashion now, and Healy can’t remember him wearing it once in the past year, but here he is wearing it. God, Healy thinks darkly, ain’t that a bookend?

“Holland?” Jackson puts a hand on Holland’s shoulder, very lightly. “Hey, pal, how ya doing?”

Holland blinks slowly, his eyelids fluttering. His attention moves just barely from staring at his own knuckles over towards the shape at his shoulder. When he speaks, his voice is bleary like he’s just woken up from a nap. “Hey, aren’t you that diner guy?”

“Yeah, yeah Holland, it’s me. It’s Jackson. I’m here.” Jackson brushes his fingertips over Holland’s fine, soft hair. He’s in shock, clearly. He’s trembling. This is bad.

“Fuck, I don’t feel so hot. Where’s Holly?”

“She’s here. She’s nearby. I wanted to see you first.”

Holland blinks. Apparently totalling his car hasn’t sobered him up. Or maybe it’s the shock. Or maybe it’s something else. He looks bad. Very, very pale. Wavering like he’s under water. A streak of hair is stuck to his forehead, which is coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

“You know when I first met you?”

“Yeah?” Healy lifts the lock of hair and lets it hang loose, where it falls over one furrowed eyebrow.

“Some chick had written you will never be happy on my hand.”

“Okay.” Shock. This has to be the blur of shock.

“And then a fucking smiley face. Never be happy. That’s fucked up, huh? I thought she was right.”

“What happened here, Holland?”

His focus is wandering. “Crashed, I guess... But then, you know, I met you and we got going. And things with Holly were better and… I uh, I, I guess I just…. I don’t remember. Fuck, Jack, I don’t know...”

Jackson looks down and finally sees why everyone was being so morbid. First of all, Holland’s legs-- those long, wonderful legs-- are caught under the mangled wreckage of the engine of his car. That’s ugly enough. Worse is that a sheet of metal from somewhere under the hood has come through the dashboard and didn’t stop until it hit the front seat. It’s sitting now somewhere between Holland’s hip and his ribs, bisecting his right side nearly entirely. There’s a lot of blood and a thick pad of bandages where the EMT’s were able to stop up the bleeding. Jackson’s stomach turns. That’s a mortal wound, he thinks. It’s gotta be. There’s no coming back from this. That Holland is still conscious-- hell, that he’s still alive at all-- is really a miracle. It’s a miracle that the metal came through at such an angle that his spine is still intact. It’s a miracle he wasn’t cut right in half and died immediately. His guts are being held in by that hunk of metal and certainly, when they remove it, he’ll die. That seems to be the only thing that could happen. It’s terrible. Fuck, it’s a goddamn tragedy.

“I mean, I’m dying,” Holland says, with that stubborn certainty of his that inflects down to hell at the end. It would almost be more comforting if he were shrieking, like he usually does in bad situations. Instead, his small, sad voice pulls Jackson’s attention back to his face. “I’m dead. It’s over.”

“Don’t say that.” Healy puts a hip against the car and continues his gentle petting of Holland’s hair. A little smile flickers under Holland’s mustache, which itself is spotted with blood from a bloodied nose. He must have smashed his face against the wheel when he hit the tree. Airbags, man. Holly needs to have airbags.

PM 4B: Terry was sitting in one of the armchairs, stiff backed and jaw clenched, in one of his nice gray suits. He had a bruise blossoming on his cheekbone and his legs crossed at the knee, as if that made him look casual.

In the other armchair was our old pal Mendy Menendez with a gun in his hand, pointed loosely at Terry. It looked like the past eight years had been hard on him.

I stayed still in the doorframe.

Terry gave me a piano wire smile. "We have a guest," he said.

"Hello, Cheapie," Menendez said. I felt my mouth twist into a grimace. "Funny seeing you here."

"Not particularly," I said. "Seeing as this is where I live."

"Oh yes, Terry was telling me all about that."

"Was he?"

Menendez stood up and went to stand behind Terry. He put the nose of the gun in the crook of Terry's shoulder. Terry jumped and Mendy clapped a hard hand on the other shoulder, holding him in place.

"What do you want?" I said. I was trying to be cool about it, but there was a risk Menendez would do something rash. He looked like a more desperate figure than I remembered him being. I knew that if he shot Terry like that, there wouldn't be much I could do to save him, unless he was very lucky.

"I came to visit my friend here, borrow a little capital for a venture I'm working on, and here I find him shacked up with the same cheap nothing who tossed him over years ago."

My teeth scraped against each other. "I'll tell you now what I told you back then: Don't call me cheap."

He jammed the gun harder into Terry's neck. Terry looked to me a little frantically.

"You can't play tough with me, Marlowe. I know what's going on down here."

"So you show up and decide to toss threats around? What good do you think this'll do you? If you needed help we won’t give it now."

“I see what you are,” he growled. I wondered if I ought to give him credit for not outright calling us queers. I expected that from him, and I’d been called worse. It wouldn’t bother me much.

“So you’re going to blackmail us? I’d like to see you try.” I was bluffing, mostly, but it was true I couldn’t imagine what real threat he thought he could pose. There was no one in our lives to impress anymore. No one who didn’t already at least half know what we were up to and accept it. We were two middle aged men who were living together. It seemed pretty obvious. Any visitor could see we only used the one bedroom. No one had kicked up a fuss yet.

He gave me a nasty look and in one abrupt movement cracked Terry across the back of the head with his pistol. Terry gave a little cry, hardly that, more a grunt, barely a groan, and slumped in his seat. I took a sharp step forwards.

"If you've hurt him--" Menendez turned the gun on me.

"Now here's the truth of it, Marlowe," he growled at me. I glowered right back. "You're digging into something that's none of your business."

"I thought your business was in Acapulco."

"My business is all over."

Ignoring the gun, I stepped across the room and kneeled in front of Terry's slumped figure. I checked his pulse-- a little quick but steady-- and checked the back of his head-- pulpy but not seriously injured. Some blood stained his white hair and the back of the armchair.

"I don't care about your business. I care about my life here, and I care about Terry. Now leave us alone."

His lip curled. “I hate how you say that. Us. We. Like anything has anything to do with you.” I didn’t respond. He changed tactics. "You're working a case, I hear," he said slowly. "Looking into a missing husband?"

"That's right. What's it to you?"

"Let's say I need that husband to stay missing for a while."

"And worry an aggrieved wife? I'd rather not."

"I'd rather you did." Gun still aimed firmly in my direction, he walked in a wide circle over towards the doorway. "I'm sticking around in town, Marlowe. You're not tough. You're old and soft. You’re a pansy. I won't let you ruin another business venture for me. The only reason I don’t kill you now is out of kindness to my old friend there, who apparently cares about you. I owe him a favor, maybe. Just one. I won’t be so kind again."

"Yeah, because you’re such a kind guy. I don't give a shit what you do, Mendy, but if you get in my way, or threaten me or Terry again, one of us will end up dead. And it won’t be me. Don't doubt it."

"We'll see, Marlowe." And then he stepped out of the room and was out of the house. I waited to hear the door slam before lowering my hackles. What a mess. And what a threat I’d put out into the world. I’d killed one person in my entire life, and when I thought about it I still felt sick over it. I’d just promised to kill Menendez in cold blood if he bothered me again. Christ, did I even think I was capable of that? Could I do it even if my life depended on it? If Terry’s life depended on it?

#the nice guys #will i ever finish that one? maybe not #philip marlowe #will I ever finish THAT one?? yes and it will be a novel #thank u for your interest in my sappy philip marlowe fics :) :) :)#my writing

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echantedtoon · 7 months

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Dragon's Treasure Ch5 So... Remember That Date?

(Hey everyone. Sorry for this chapter being so late. Had to take a break in order to avoid burnout as well as deal with irl stuff but hopefully things will get back on track. Thank you all for understanding.)

It was a deal then. Ok then. Game on. He was excited at the prospects and he had a very good chance of winning this bet. He didn't even have to do anything impossibly big like beating Leon. All he had to do was win the first round against him and he would win a date from you! ....Sigh. Easier said than done though. Leon was a powerful rival and he's never beaten him before, and there was a good chance he still wouldn't get that date since he might not even be able to defeat Leon in the very first round and per the agreement he would never be able to ask you again. So he only had one chance to get this right.

Which only made his determination flare. His veins flaring with nervousness as he stepped through the hallway leading out through the feel. Barely able to hear anything blurring despite how loud the cheering crowd was. His grip on that pokeball in his hand tight enough to make his knuckles white. Heart pounding in his chest as he saw him standing there. Cap draped down his back and long purple hair flowing down his shoulders. Those golden eyes piercing and determined to once again defend his title. Looking as regal as the Champion should be. Once. Raihan only had to beat him once and on the first try. He could do that. Not like he hasn't done that before. But would he really be able to do so on the first try? ...No. No. Now was not the time to be doubting himself. You were probably watching this very moment, and he had to prove himself to you. Prove himself worthy of being a potential romantic interest for you. So when the announcer sounded off the first round, he didn't need to wait a second longer before he as harshly as a professional baseball pitcher, reeled his arm back and tossed his pokeball with the strength of a copperajah.

And he won-

Once. The first round. He won against Leon in the first round of the Champion Cup match. But then he lost the second round, and then the third and final dynamax round, and then Leon went on to remain Champion and keep his title until the next time he had to defend his title. Which meant he had lost the chance to become Champion Raihan again. ....Sigh oh well. He's gotten what he wanted. Which is how he was able to smile so brightly when Leon went to shake his hand in front of so many people. He had gotten something he was much more interested in than Lee's title this time around. The right to go out with you! It made him so happy! He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when he won that bet! ....Only...He didn't get the chance to see your face after going back to his trainers and getting ready to leave. Before heading back to Hammerlocke he wanted to see you and set up a time and place for your date maybe even tease you a little bit despite the danger of being hosed down by Silver. But...You weren't there when he finally managed to break away from the crowds. Piers was with his sister and the two friends ended up bumping into each other on Raihan's way back from your empty room.

"Oi. Rai-Rai. What are ya doin' 'ere?," the punk asked raising a bold brow at the other gym leader.

"Hey! Piers! Your arm seems to be doing better. Ahaha!...*ahem* A-Anyways I was just uh-...Y'know I just wanted to see Y/n- I-I MEAN!!," he gulped as Piers's knowing brow rose further under Raihan's nervous face, "I just wanted to see LEE off! Y-Yeah! Def Lee! B-But I couldn't find him after the whole celebration so I fi-figured he'd be here seeing that sassy friend of his, but she's not here either." Smooth Raihan. Very smooth. "You don't know where she happens to be do you?"

Piers decided not to comment on Raihan's obvious nerves and just pointed over his shoulder. "Yeah. She left with 'er mates 'bout an hour ago. I reckon they're headin' home same as everyone else."

And in that moment Raihan felt himself drop. You....You had just left? Right after he won the bet? Why!? Were you that determined to not go on a date with him that much that you would leave before he could see you? But you had left. With Leon. Back somewhere where he didn't even know and Piers didn't know either when he asked and you were clearly not in the hospital anymore so there wasn't any point staying in Wyndon for the time being. So he left. Packed up his three trainers and left back to Hammerlocke saddened and feeling a little bit betrayed...Sigh. Oh well. If a gal really did ghost him then he dodged a bullet right? There's no use chasing after a lost cause besides he already had too many things in Hammerlocke that needed to be fixed anyways. He should focus on getting Hammerlocke back to normal. There would be little to no chance he'd ever see you again anyways.

Oh how wrong he was. The man of dragons would meet you again but not until very, very late into the next year.

Days went by since he arrived back. Days turned into weeks. And Weeks turned into months. So many things had happened during that time as well. His gym was down for the count and needed what seemed to be COUNTLESS repairs with lots and lots of construction and workers constantly in and out. On top of that there was constantly a hoard of police and scientists lead by Sonia and the Vice Chairman investigating the powerplant joined by the gym making the construction slower with all the activity. And ON TOP OF THAT, he had to temporary relocate his kids home for the time being until their home could be completely functional. Sigh. He had a lot on his plate. Eventually though things did wind down. Any and all investigations into the plant were finished. Any equipment inside was confiscated and handed over to a proper research facilities. And the rebuilding of Hammerlocke could finally be finished at a reasonable pace. More time went by and the powerplant was locked up tightly until it's use could be decided, Hammerlocke's citizens including his small trio were able to move on back and resume their normal daily lives, and the entire Hammerlocke gym was completely finished...Except for the very top though. He needed to fix the roof still. During that time of rebuilding though something strange did happen. It started when he heard about Piers's and Milo's exhibition match. Piers did mention about doing some more performance work and didn't think much of it until he heard about the news through the grape vine. A...giant dynamax pokemon was randomly popped into the stadium during their battle driving everyone out...WOT- Well that was strange but considering the problem was solved just as fast as it arrived he didn't pay much attention to it at all. Instead focusing on the rebuilding of his gym and taking care of anything else that needed to be done. That was until some time later he heard that the same thing had happened at Nessa's gym..And then at Kabu's. Which was...strange. But again since both situations were dealt with quickly he paid them little mind as well. After all his gym was finally finished (minus the roof still) but he still had like a full load of paperwork he had to do that wasn't about to do itself. He could write off the first time as an accident, the second times as coincidences, but when it started happening to more and more gyms THAT'S when he couldn't ignore it anymore. Bellonlea. Stow-On-Side. Circhestor. He heard more and more reports of dynamax pokemon suddenly popping up, and sometimes it was more than one as well. What the world?! As soon as they popped up they were defeated as well leaving him to wonder what was going on? The only two gyms that seemed to be dynamax pests free was his own and Spikemuth's! ...Come to think of it, he hadn't heard much from Piers out of everyone in the league besides Leon. But Leon was doing some official Galarian league business for the Chairwoman. So what was going on? Well he would soon find out one day when he received a phone call from a good friend. He was just standing there going over the blueprints for the new roof of his gym, the last thing that needed to be fixed, when he heard a familiar ring tone from his pocket. A moment later a small orange rotomi flew out buzzing to life.

"*Zzzzt* Incoming phone call from Emo Softy. Would you like to Accept Call or Decline Call?"

Emo Softy? There was only one person in the entire world who was called that on his phone. And it made a wide smile light up on his face. "Hey! It's Piers! Accept Call."

The call was accepted and a familiar calm, bored voice spoke out. "Rai-Rai?"

"Piers!," Raihan spoke out chipper than he had been in a while, "Hey man! It's been so long! Haven't heard from you in months. Where have you been?"

"That's not important," Piers's tired voice spoke out again, "What 's important izzat ya expect us ta be there tomorrow mornin'."

At this Raihan paused confused. "Wha-...Tomorrow morning? Are you coming to surprise visit me? I thought you hated surprises."

"I do. That's why m' callin' ya in advance."

"Yeah but-...So soon? You usually would've given me a week's heads up." Piers groaned making Raihan raise a brow. "Is everything alright?"

"*sigh* No. Can't say that it is, Mate. Jus' expect us real soon. We'll explain everythin' when we get there. 'Right?"

"Us? Is Marnie coming with you too?" Was Piers bringing his little sister along for the ride? It's been a while since he's seen her too.

"No. S' me n' Y/n and a couple of her mates."

At that very moment Raihan could feel himself freeze. If he was still holding the phone it might've been dropped. "......What was that last part?"

"We'll be there tomorrow mornin'. Just ..keep an eye out for anyone suspicious lurking 'round your gym. Especially two blokes n' pastel colored suits with weird hairdos."

Raihan didn't catch the last of what Piers said before he hung up and the rotomi phone returned to his jacket pocket. Y/n...Was coming..here...tomorrow morning??? He repeated the words over and over in his head on repeat. Like a song on repeat. Y/n was coming here. To Hammerlocke. Tomorrow morning.

....

........

YOU WERE COMING HERE FIRST THING TOMORROW MORNING!!!

But..why!? How!? HUH!? Why'd you all of a sudden decide now to visit him!? What business would you even have in Hammerlocke!?...Unless.. He blinked eyed going wide. Unless you were finally showing up to keep your end of the bet. Yes. That MUST'VE been it! Why else would you be coming to Hammerlocke? There wasn't any danger or anything here for you to worry about so the only reason for you to be visiting Hammerlocke or him specifically would be to keep your end of things or at the very least talk to him about it. Maybe to explain why you left so suddenly. Didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were coming here tomorrow morning and he HAD to get ready for your arrival even if it took all night.

Well it turns out that didn't happen as well. He was woken up VERY early in the morning. The sun hadn't even came up to grace the world with light when it happened. At two in the morning a sudden earthquake shook Hammerlocke to it's core waking every man, woman, and pokemon in town along with what must've been four different war cries that sounded as big as Goodra-zilla! He was disoriented for the first minute of it in panic blinking sleep away before he realized what was going on- SOMETHING WAS HAPPENING IN HIS GYM AGAIN!! Faster than one could say Pokemon, Raihan was out of bed, dressed, and standing in front of his gym as panicked people either looked on in horror towards the gym or panic ran out of the town too scared about what happened just a couple months ago with the whole Eternatus incident. He already found Sebastian looking panicked as well in front of the gym entrance as the shaking and roaring continued making them wobble from the rumbling.

"What happened!? What's going on here!?"

"T-T-THERE'S FOUR OF THEM! T-THEY'RE HUGE!!," the teen stuttered reaching one hand up to push his glasses back in place. His face turning to his mentor in horror paled as white as a ghost, his arm shakily pointing towards the entrance. "There's a whole heard of rabid dynamaxed pokemon in there!! I-I don't know how this-"

The rest of his sentence was cut off by the loudest roar so far making the both of them look back towards the gym wide eyed.

"....Go find your sisters!" Sebastian looked to him in panic as the older man ordered pointing back towards the exit. "Go find them and evacuate anyone who didn't already! NOW!"

Sebastian stumble-wobbled-ran his way out of as the ground shook again and Raihan turned his attention back towards the gym that rumbled and shook under the newfound visitors it held. This..This is what happened with all the other gyms! Giant rabid pokemon suddenly appearing! HOW!? WHY!? And on the day YOU would be coming as well!? Things were just looking up and now they're a right good mess again! He could only hope he could make this right before you showed up.

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"We're here!"

You all had arrived in the early morning as usual. To the ground shaking and more inhuman giant pokemon screeching as usual. And like usual you all had a semi rough landing in front of the giant draw bridge entrance into the famous Hammerlocke stadium before as usual again you all each piled out and headed for the inside of the place. You didn't feel too up to it, but Raihan might need help and if those goons were here then you all needed to try and stop them before someone got really hurt. The four of you raced into the castle like building and again down the long halls you went. Feeling deja vu again from the Etertatus incident just last year! Seriously this was getting ridiculous! Around the corner you all went and you guessed your footsteps must've been loud echoing through the halls because around the corner was someone who immediately turned to all of you...Oh no. Standing there, now looking at you guys, was Raihan. He turned towards you all and after a brief look of surprise that signature smile of his.

"Hey, Piers!," he called lifting a hand towards you guys as you approached. "Nice timing, you lot! The stadium's just about reached it's limit. There's simply too many dynamax pokemon running wild in there."

"We know," Piers spoke back as you all approached him. "Seems Wishin' Star power is bein' used for some evil purpose."

"So that's what's caused all this?," he asked with a hum and blink. "...That's a problem alright. But before we get that sorted we've gotta do something about these dynamaxed pokemon." He finished his sentence by jabbing his thumb over his shoulder just as another screech pierced the air. Again there sounded like there was more than one in there. How was Raihan remaining so calm right now? "Glad we've got you all here. Though we've already done the bulk of the work."

"We're here to help too! Right, Vick?" Victor nodded to Hop's question and Raihan chuckled.

"Fantastic! Looks like we've got ourselves together an unbeatable team!" Raihan then tilted his head towards Piers. "Especially you, Piers! The way you battled me in the Champion Cup. You really had my dynamax pokemon up against the wall!"

"Oh come off it, Rai-Rai," Piers muttered looking away and reaching a hand up to rub his cheek. "I broke my arm last time we battled."

That made Raihan pause smile straining for a moment..before he sighed a frown coming to his face and one hand rubbing his neck. "Uh...Y-Yeah. That was my fault actually. Guess I shouldn't have used Max SteelSpike when your pokemon wasn't even dynamaxed-" !? He blinked and looked up when a hand (YOUR HAND-) grabbed his shoulder with a determined look.

"Raihan, that wasn't your fault. No one saw that coming. I couldn't sworn I already told you that before."

He stared at you in surprise a moment longer before sighing again. "Yeah but-...I should've seen that coming! There wasn't enough room made by his Obstagoon to defend him from attacks! He would've obviously been hit! I couldn't take two second out of my ego to see that!"

"Oh. So you finally decided to admit you have an ego problem?"

"Ouch. Hey that hurts a bit."

"I meant that sarcastically." You shook your head. "Look..We all make mistakes. Sometimes they're bigger than other mistakes but the point of making them is to learn from them. And like everyone says, it was just an accident. There won't be anymore next times because you learnt from it, and Piers is fine. Hasn't he already forgiven you?"

"W-Well.." He glanced at your soft hand on his shoulder again before something akin to a dark flush fell over his cheeks making him cough. Behind you Piers rose a brow and Hop and Victor exchanged looks with each other. "Y-Yeah. B-But I mean-..I still feel bad about it."

"You don't it's-"

"AREN'T WE FORGETTIN' SOMTHIN'!?," Piers suddenly cut in, "We should focus on gettin' the stadium back ta normal." Everyone looked at him. "Things might actually go better this time if we split up our little band."

After a moment Raihan chuckled. "Right. Everyone split up so we can each take down one of the dynamax pokemon! "

"Right." And once again Piers turned around looking back to you. "Y/n-"

"I know, I know." You held up your hands removing them from Raihan's shoulders. "Stay here and keep an eye on things. Stay safe. The works. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Go help your friend."

After a moment Piers nodded, turned, and followed Raihan and the boys down the hallway into the gym leaving you once again alone with Silver to wait for them. So with nothing better to do, that's exactly what you did. Just stood there and tried NOT to fall over from the rumbling the stadium took or go deaf from the screeching from the pokemon fighting on the other side of the walls. The same usual thing. But what you DIDN'T see was the duo that ran into the stadium behind you. Of course you were a bit busy with trying not to fall over so you didn't notice them at first, but they sure noticed you. Stopping to look at each other a moment, before one of the men pressed a finger to his lips in the universal sign to be quiet and the two began sneaking themselves over towards the elevator. They made it all the way to the elevator and one of them punched into the keypad to open the door. Of course the noise they were making caught the attention of one individual as Silver snapped his head around towards the two men behind him and his eyes widened. CHIRP!! In an instant, the pokemon jumped up and hooked his pink hands around your sleeve. The force of his tug forced your body to tilt sideways leaning over and giving a yelp as you stumbled to keep your balance. Luckily you didn't fall over but you did give a look to him.

"Silver! What the heck man?" He chirped right in your face and frantically waved one pink hand furiously behind you looking between you and where ever he was waving at. "What's gotten into you?"

DING!

Your head snapped up at the tell tale noise of an elevator being called and you froze. Standing there right by the elevator, was the two sword and shield weirdos. They also froze when you caught sight of them ending in some kind of awkward staring contest. Until with another ding sound, the doors of the elevator leading into the powerplant opened, and the two took the chance to rush inside and Sordward starting to spam press one of the buttons on the inside panel.

"HEY!!" You stood back up to full height in an instant, Silver giving a chirp as on instinct you ran towards them. "STOP!! GET BACK HERE WITH THAT SHIELD!!" Too late. As soon as you had gotten close enough the doors had closed fully leaving you to slam your hands into it. Pounding against those metal doors angrily like your life depended on it. A whirling noise and another DING sound letting you know that they departed. "WAIT!! OPEN THESE DOORS NOW!!" You shouted with each pound of your fist, not that it'd help you out now. So instead you went for the button panel on the side. Pressing the button it gave an 'error' sounding noise. "What the-" You pressed it again and it made the same noise. "....You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Y/N!! IS THAT YOU!?" Your head snapped over your shoulder as rapid footsteps approached from the entrance way into the building, and you paused seeing Sonia running towards you. How was she able to run in heels???

"Sonia!," you shouted back, "They-...Those two weirdos! They're here!" You frantically gestured to the elevator. "They went in there but the stupid elevator won't work!...Wait." You looked at her panting form stopping in front of you. "What are you doing here?"

"I-...I-.." She wheezed out clearly out of breath gesturing her hands towards the elevator. "I-I k-know. A-After Hop called m-me and let me know of S-Stow-on-Side's s-safety....*wheeze*" She took a gasp of air. "T-The particle readings around H-Hammerlocke became more agit-tated. I tried calling someone b-but I couldn't get any signals. I thought something might've happened so I raced over as fast as I could! B-But they're here!? REALLY!?"

"Yeah!" You nodded before scowling back at the elevator. "But I think they locked us out!"

?! You blinked as Sonia quickly nudged you out of the way, face looking panicked for a moment, and you watched as she leaned down at the middle to look at the button panel before pressing the button. It gave off the same 'error' noise from Earlier and Sonia hummed.

"...I think I can hack it back."

"Wait. Really!?," you asked surprised as she turned and pulled her rotomi phone from her pocket. Already starting to tap her finger rapidly on the screen.

"It'll take some time but I think I can get through it..." She paused. And suddenly looked up and around her. "...Y/n, where's Piers and the other two? And where's Raihan for that matter?"

"Uh. They're-" The both of you jumped as another screech pierced the air making both of you look towards the stadium's walls. "....They're helping Raihan take care of a problem. Just focus on cracking that code, Girl!"

Nodding Sonia instantly looked back to the phone and began typing back furiously at the screen as the shaking and screeching of giant pokemon carried on behind the walls. Leaving you to just stand there and watch and worry. What could those two be doing in there!? Were they after the Ex-Chairman's tech in there!? Were they planning on dynamaxing more pokemon while the guys were fighting?! That spelt disaster all over it! You continued to stand there as the screeching and rumbling went off before they all of a sudden stopped. And you two still stood there before voices came faintly from the entrance of the stadium.

"You guys are the greatest! You really got me out of a tight spot here. I think I'd better snap a quick one to remember this victory by!"

"What happened ta that 'humble dragon' attitude?"

"Hey. I'm always happy to lend a hand if I can. The great Raihan is here for you anytime! And Piers, you and I have to battle again! This time no dynamaxing for either of us!" That was followed by a long sigh. "Wishing Stars being used for evil...I assume you all are already looking into who's behind it, right?"

"We're workin' on it. We're close tho. I can feel it."

"Thanks for the league card, Mr. Raihan. I've been gettin' lots of these lately."

"Hey. No problem, Kid! Don't worry about it! You can pay me back by getting the ones responsible for this mess."

You looked over and the first ones to appear was Hop and Victor with Victor holding a new card in his hands, but both stopped upon seeing you two. The next ones to appear was Piers and Raihan who nearly ran into the boys but also froze when they saw you guys. Sonia still working away on her phone.

"Sunny?," Piers eventually asked breaking the silence.

"Hi guys!," she replied not even looking from the screen.

"What are ya doin' 'ere?" He rose a brow at her and you. "What's going on?"

"Those sword and shield weirdos got into Hammerlocke stadium and are headed for the energy plant!," she answered quickly before you could get the chance to speak making the boys freeze and instantly gave looks of shock and horror. "The door to the plant's locked, but I think I can get it open. Give me a bit and you'll be able to get in there!"

"WOT!?" Piers suddenly yelled and snapped his head over towards to you wide eyed. "Are you two alright!?"

"We're fine!," you quickly assured him holding up your hands to assure him. "They didn't do anything besides sneak into the elevator. ..And escape again." You added with a scowl back towards the doors.

"Wait, wait, wait." Raihan interrupted holding up his own hands. "WAIT. ...Hard rewind. Let me get this straight...The guys who're behind this WHOLE thing and the ones who nearly tore up my gym raced in here while I wasn't here?" Raising his brows before pointing one hand at the doors. "And they're INSIDE the power plant!?"

"Wasn't all the tech from the powerplant's lab removed and taken somewhere safer?'', you asked.

"Well...I mean yeah but there's still some sensitive stuff in there! They weren't even supposed to get in with the new security passcodes! What could they be doing in there?!"

"That's what we're going to find out. Or at least trying too!"

Raihan seemed to stare at you for a long moment before looking up at the elevator before shaking his head. "I gotta go get Officer Jenny." And as quickly as he appeared he was gone. Running past everyone and towards the exit back out towards the town.

"W-Wha- Hey!" You called after his retreating form. "What are you talking about?!"

"Officer Jenny. Some police were outside helping in the evacuation of Hammerlocke after the crisis hit here," Sonia answered you. Oh....Well that was convenient- DING!! You jumped at the sounds of the elevator ding going off and whirling around to it as Sonia smiled. "I got it!"

Raihan however would discover it was not the end of his problems. He HAD to get Officer Jenny!! Help was just right outside. He wasn't sure what compelled him to do it, but he seemed to have the good idea to call for back up a few hours earlier when everything first started up in order to help keep Hammerlocke under control and to keep everyone away from the danger. The police force should still be just outside! If Sonia could crack the code then they could get in and arrest the guys who were responsible for this according to Piers who summed up everything to him earlier. And he was right he did find the officers outside and gave them a brief explanation so they'd help him and back inside they went. But by the time they came back the five of you were gone and the lock on the elevator was turned back on again! No...No. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!! HE COULDN'T LET ANYTHING ELSE HARMFUL HAPPEN HERE!! HE HAD TO STOP THIS!! HE HAD TO HELP THEM!! HAD TO HELP YOU!! HE WOULD NEVER FORGIVE HIMSELF IF HE LET ANYONE ELSE GET HURT ON HIS WATCH!! So the next ten minutes was filled with nerves and trembling as Raihan fumbled impatiently with the keypad as the shaking and noises above continued making him fumble and worry more, until with a DING noise he was able to type in the right combination and into the elevator everyone piled in. It was a tight squeeze to say the least. The first stop came and they made they're way to the next elevator-....WHAT THE- WHO WERE ALL THESE RAMDOM PEOPLE!? He's never seen any of them before. Shouldn't everyone have been evacuated already? ...AND HOW IN ARCEUS'S NAME DID THEY GET INTO THE POWERPLANT!? THIS PLACE WAS OFF LIMITS FOR A GOOD REASON!! Officer Jenny did the smart thing by having a couple of officers detain them and make sure they didn't get away to question later. Good idea. And the rest of them made their way to the second elevator quickly to get to the roof. Where all of you guys were. By now all the shaking and loud noises had stopped but that only made him even more worried by the second. With a second DING noise they were on their way. Raihan could feel himself sweat and his heartbeats picking up the longer he was away from you all. Were you ok!? Were you hurt!? Oh Arceus PLEASE don't let anyone be hurt!! Finally they reached the roof and everyone ran out in a hurry. The first of course to get there was the famous Officer Jenny herself who yelled out.

"GALAR POLICE FORCE!! NOBODY MOVE!!"

Piers narrowed his eyes and you yelped when he got up pulling you with him to stare at Raihan who looked apologetic. "'Bout time ya got here.''

"Sorry, sorry!," the dragon man held up his hands with a nervous look, "The elevator lock they installed came back on after you guys used it. Took us a while to crack it. You know I'm not as cracking at it as Sonia is."

Piers sighed and you took a moment to turn your head around towards the others. Looks like Karma came back around because both the brothers and Sonia's old assistant were stood up by the officers being patted down for anything dangerous while someone spoke. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you-"

And then you turned away to the guys. They were closer now. Hop was rubbing his face and Victor picked up that giant backpack of his. Sonia looked ok too. Which was a relief. You let out a sigh of your own. Everything was FINALLY over- !?

"ACK!?"

Until two strong hands grabbed your arms and you were suddenly pulled into the worried embrace of Raihan who gave you a panicked look.

"Are you alright?!,'' he practically shouted in your face making you grunt as he shoved you around to examine you for any injuries. "You didn't hit your head again did you!?"

"No! I'm fine!" He stared back at you. "Really! I'm fine! Not even a bruise."

After a moment he sighed and released his grip on your arms. "Thank Arceus. I was worried something would've happened to you again."

That made you pause..and blink at him. "Wait...You were serious?"

"Of COURSE I was serious!!," he shouted at you making you flinch as he held up his hands, "For Arceus's sake, Sassy! You go running off after trouble and you get chased by pokemon a-a-and hurt your shoulder and wind up in the hospital!" He rambled out moving his hands frantically. "And this is the second time you ran off into my gym when danger's come up! What am I supposed to think when I'm not there to help anyone!? If you get hurt again it'll be MY FAULT for not stopping it! AND I DON'T FEEL LIKE SEEING YOU IN A HOSPITAL BED AGAIN!!"

Silence rang out between you two and anyone else who had stopped to watch you two, Raihan panting from his small outburst. With every word he spoke your eyes went wider and wider until you stared at him like a goldfish. Piers seemed just as surprised standing next to you raising his brows high with a rare look of concern and surprise on his usually monotone face.

"...You're actually serious."

"Ugh." Raihan felt his hand smack his face in a sigh before looking back at you. "Jeez, Sassy. Would it hurt for me to not want you hurt?"

"I-...I guess not." Your surprised face slowly contorted to one of guilt. "Gee. I-..I'm sorry."

"*sigh* Don't apologize. It's fine. You're not hurt and that's the most important thing. Right?"

"Uh..Y-Yeah." Your head turned back to the two weird hairdo brothers who were being herded by a few police officers. Your face scowling and your arms crossing as Sordward and Shielbert paused in front of you. Meanwhile Raihan's gaze turned from you to his roof...and he froze upon seeing all the new damage. "And you two won't be doing anymore damage."

"What a woman," Sordward commented before sighing, "*sigh* More's the pity. If we had met under different circumstances you might've made the most beautiful queen."

You scrunched up your face even MORE into a deep scowl and you would've retorted with something vile but blinked when a hand gently wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you back and behind Raihan protectively. Which left the two brothers frozen at the mercy of the now angry Dragon's wrath.

"Are you two the ones who did THIS!?," he shouted livid one arm shooting out to point out the obvious new damage that certainly wasn't there yesterday. You blinked. You were...not used to seeing anger flash across Raihan's face. Piers however gave a grim look. It was rare if ever that Raihan even got angry but when he did you did not want to be caught in the crossfires as he could get pretty intimindating and scary, especially being taller than most people where he could tower over them with his booming voice. And judging how both brothers were cowering before him this lecture would stop- "What is with you people and wrecking my gym!? It's going to take even longer now to fix my roof! You know these things aren't cheap-"

"RAIHAN!!", you shouted grabbing his arm making the taller man look at you in an instant. "Hey man. Calm down. The damage isn't that bad." You gave another tug to the guys arm. "Besides they're arrested now aren't they?"

Piers's eyes went wide in surprise as Raihan's body relaxed back as he looked back at you, threw another look towards the two brothers who again flinched under the dragon's might, before he inhaled and just...relaxed back like nothing happened at all.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. There's nothing more for me to do then."

You nodded watching as the officers continued to nudge them all forward and Piers slowly followed behind still giving Raihan a surprised look that he stopped in the middle of his anger so quickly.

"In fact I think I want to get them back home right now," your gaze turned back to Hop and Vector, "They're moms are probably worried sick. Although we're most definitely taking the train back."

Raihan blinked looking between you and the two young boys before nodding. "Oh! R-Right! *ahem* I-I'll uh..Escort you guys out."

You called out to the boys who didn't argue against it when you firmly told them you were taking them home now. And Raihan escorted the three of you down the stairs and towards the outside of the gym. Stopping in the doorway as all the prisoners were marched on in handcuffs by the officers with a sigh. You were tired and really REALLY needed a break after all of this traveling right now. Thankfully everything turned out ok in the end and you didn't have to worry about anything else-

"So," Raihan spoke slowly reaching a hand up to rub his neck nervously, "I guess you weren't really here to see me after all."

You turned to him with a confused look on your face. "Uh. Well I mean it's nice to see you again, but we did do what we came here to do which was stop the bad guys."

"Ah...So you don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"Our date."

At this your brows immediately skyrocketed off your face almost touching your hairline as his words punched your brain. "...Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up!" You pointed at him. "A date!? Who the heck said anything about us going out?!"

This time it was his turn to look confused. "Um..We did." Your look became more skeptical. "A-At the hospital? When we made that bet remember? We agreed if I beat Leon in the first round you'd have dinner with me."

A bet at the hospital? Since when did you-.....You went silent as a sudden memory slapped you in the face-

"....Still..I-I'd like to make it up to you....I don't suppose you'd be willing to let me treat you to dinner now?"

You huffed and crossed your arms. "Whoa. Still on about that?"

''Hey. My offer still stands.~..." ....The battle? His face suddenly lit up as an idea struck him and he pointed at you. "Hey! I've got an idea! How about a little deal?"

Your brow rose higher. "A deal? Really?"

"Just..Just hear me out," he said holding up his hands. Well you didn't say anything against it so he gave his proposal. "I still feel bad and whether you like it or not I wanna make it up to you so let's make a little deal. ..If I beat Leon in the first round you let me take you out.~"

You still stared at him, not surprised he'd say something like this, before huffing. "Alright. You're on. But if you don't then you never ever bring up taking me out to dinner again. Deal?"

And for the first time in a while Raihan found himself smiling again. "It's a date.~"

Hop and Victor both looked over to you as you facepalmed yourself. HOW COULD YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THAT!? You only agreed to it then because Raihan had a fifty fifty chance of actually winning that bet and Leon always bested him so you felt like you had nothing to worry about! You didn't even think he'd take it seriously! But..You slowly looked between your fingers at the guy in front of you. Raihan was standing there silently with an almost anxious look on his face which surprised you. No way. THERE WAS NO WAY that Raihan, the guy who was notorious for flirting with girls and his big ego and his habit of always taking pictures of himself, was nervous over going on a dare with YOU of all people! The gal who technically threatened to hose him down with your pokemon and were rude too in the past. Was he nuts?! You couldn't even remember if he did win the first round or not you were too distracted by saving Galar (again-) and trying to keep your friends to remember this.

"Hey Hop," the boy blinked when you looked at him, "You remember Leon's match against Raihan last year right?"

Immediately the golden eyed boy's face lit up. "Of course I do! I memorize all Lee's battles!"

You pointed at Raihan. "Did he win against Leon in the first round of the match?"

"Oh yeah," Hop was quick to confirm making you pause at his smile, "You should've seen how fiercely his flygon went against Lee's aegislash! It was epic!"

You still stared at Hop for a long moment before slowly looking to Raihan who smiled shyly at you instead of his usual smirk. Oh magikarp. He wasn't wasn't lying about winning that bet and you knew Hop would never lie about a pokemon battle especially if it concerned Leon in anyway. Oh man....HOLY SWEET ARCEUS!! You agreed to go out on a date!! WITH RAIHAN OF ALL PEOPLE!! But-....YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ON A DATE BEFORE!! Quick! Say no-...No. No you couldn't do that! You had lost the bet. Raihan had won fair and square and he wasn't lying at all. But still...THIS WAS RAIHAN YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT!! The guy would probably just spend the entire time flirting with you and talking pictures of himself. That sounded like the lamest date EVER! You doubted you'd be able to even last ten minutes with him doing that! But..If you backed out now, you'd be going back on your word and it wasn't as if he was THE worst guy to go on a date with. You grimaced thinking of those weird hairdo brothers. Yyyyyeeeeaaahhh. If you had to pick, you'd take your chances with the one who took in three children and showed genuine concern. After another moment of silence you gave a long exhale and slowly looked towards Raihan.

"*sigh* Alright, Raihan. It'd be bad if I went back on my word," you fully turned to him now with a stern look, "But I have to return to Postwick first. I want to make sure my friends get home safe and take care of few things back there. But after I finish I'll come back and keep my promise to you first thing."

His smile widened nervous and happy. "S-So..It's a date?"

"It's a date!"

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Hello and back again, I have the patience of a toddler when I'm invested so here we go besties. I could not bear to leave you on that cliff hanger for long so y'know you're welcome ig. Warnings are the same as the previous chapter so y'know feel free to go back and reread 'em lol. This chapter title is also from Dodie "All My Daughters" figured I should keep with a theme of some sort. Blanket notice for all my works btw, if the dialogue seems weird or off kilter it's because I am both of those things and have yet to figure out a single social interaction. If it's real bad you can just believe that they're both autistic, cause I am and that's why they're written like that lol. (I do feel in my heart of hearts that Tim Drake is autistic, but that's prolly cause he's my lad for projection so what can ya do. I didn't tag him as autistic in this fic b/c I didn't intentionally write him that way but again (!) I am autistic so there is a nonzero chance all my characters come across like that) c'est la vie tho so enjoy

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Chapter 2- Everyone but me knows how to let go

Tim sat up so fast he had to brace himself against the couch so that he didn’t face plant into a puddle of regurgitated coffee. Once he steadied himself he realized he had no idea where to go from here.

“What’s happening kid? I sent you a message but you didn’t even read it, and I knocked for like ten minutes once I got here.” Jason asked, closing the door behind himself and glancing around the empty penthouse.

The younger boy took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, when Jason evidently spotted the vomit. “What the fuck? D’ya have a concussion? Did you even go out last night? Don’t you know better than to try and do your concussion watch by yourself?” He shot out rapid-fire.

Tim stood shakily and rolled his eyes, heading into the kitchen and pulling out a towel and cleaner from the cabinet under the sink. “I don’t have a concussion, no I didn’t go out last night, and obviously I know you can’t concussion-watch yourself Jason- despite what you might think, I’m not an idiot.”

Jason blocked his way towards the mess and looked him up and down.

Tim was shaking and pale. His lips were chapped and he had deep bags under his eyes, which were only broken up by the puffy red rings that displayed a decent representative of how long he’d cried for. His face was coated in those tacky tears and his hair looked like he’d been pulling on it for a long time. The boy was staring determinedly at the window behind Jason and he had the towel and spray bottle clutched so hard his knuckles had gone white.

The man softened a little, “You get yourself sick?”

Of course, Tim just stepped around the man and bared his teeth in a bitter facsimile of a smile. “Not in anyway that matters Todd.” He crouched down and held his breath as he cleaned up the vomit, spraying the floor and scrubbing some more with a second towel.

“What’s that supposed to mean Timbo? You’re either sick or not kid.” Jason sent another, sharper, glance around the apartment. His vision stuttered over the shattered mug, it was red and had writing on it at some point, but it was illegible now.

“No, I’m not sick Jason. Did you need something- I’m sorry to have ignored you I was a little preoccupied.” Tim steadfastly ignored any tension in the room and walked back to the kitchen. He deposited the spray bottle under the counter once more and dumped the used towels in a hall hamper. Then he opened a nearby door revealing a closet full of blankets and larger cleaning supplies. He pulled out a broom and dustpan then turned back towards the shattered coffee mug.

Once more the man stepped into the younger’s path. “Sure seems like it kiddo- listen is everything alright?”

Tim tensed even further then sighed loud and long. “Listen to me Jason, we don’t have to do this okay? You’re gonna ask what’s wrong with me, I’m going to avoid the question- then we’ll do that until you’ve felt like you did your due diligence. After that you’ll accept what I said the first time and ask for whatever favor you came here for.” The boy glared up at Jason and gestured that he should move, he did not. “It doesn’t matter and I promise, I’m not going to go whine to Dick or Bruce that you ignored my duress or something- hell if they ask I’ll lie and tell them we had a real heart to heart and fleshed out our entire sordid, bloody history to a nice storybook resolution.”

Jason took a step back and grabbed the boy by the shoulders carefully, “So you’re under duress then?”

He yanked himself backwards and let out a wordless shriek, before muttering to himself as he pushed around the older man and began to sweep. “Fuck why not, of course this is gonna happen- goddamnit, it might as well.”

Jason watched him warily, like someone watches a loose lion or a person a little too close to the edge of a building. “Look Pre- Tim, I’m obviously not someone you wanna be talkin’ to- and no one gets that more than me! But I can’t leave you alone like this, is there someone I can call? Dickiebird? Maybe Blondie? Hell, I’ll get the clone on the line if it’ll help ya, just tell me what I can do ta’ help right now, okay?”

Tim laughed bitterly, leaning down to pick up the dustpan then walking and dumping it in the trash. He dropped both items on the floor in the kitchen before storming into the living room and gesturing towards the leather chair across from the couch that he collapsed on in a pile of disjointed limbs. “Whatever Jason, you’re already here and this can’t get much worse honestly- so y’know take a seat! You need a drink or anything, or can I lay here and stare at the ceiling as I rerun my top ten worst mistakes and do the math to figure out how all of that ended up with us here in my shitty apartment on a fucking Saturday morning?”

The man in question edged around the kitchen counter and tentatively sat on the leather chair, “What’s up then? You said you didn’ go out last night, right?”

Tim muttered angrily, “I’m never going to live this down fuck- should just send a fucking group email and get it over with,” before rolling his head to stare at Jason, who had his boots toed off onto the ground next to the chair and a leg propped up on the coffee table between them.

Jason sat and waited through the grumbling, maintaining a faintly concerned expression the entire time.

“You really want to do this?” Tim finally sighed like it had been forced out of him.

The other merely shrugged and leaned back into the chair, “What else would I be doin’ huh?”

“Anything?” The boy laughed out before rolling his eyes and taking in a deep breath. “Fine, I’d tell you not to laugh but it isn’t like it matters, so here goes nothing I guess.”

Tim stared up at the ceiling and ignored how tense his entire body was, he stared up at the ceiling and ignored how obvious that tension probably was to Jason. “I’m lonely.”

The boy liked to imagine the silence hung like a gunshot in the air, but it didn’t- he knew what those sounded like.

“You’re lonely.” Jason repeated with no intonation whatsoever.

Tim shrugged and resolutely stared at the ceiling some more, “Yup, go ahead then let's get this over with sooner rather than later.”

Jason frowned and dropped his leg from the table, leaning forward; “Get what over with kid? D’ya want a hug? No offense but that didn’t seem like something you were interested in earlier.”

He sat up on the couch, “Jason don’t be an idiot,” he gestured widely with his hands between the two of them, “the laughter, the jokes, the- I don’t know Todd, texting everyone we both know and a few people we don’t for good measure! Whatever it is you’re gonna do with this!”

Jason stared for a long moment, “Listen- I know I’ve been an ass, especially to you, but this isn’t funny. You fuckin’ threw up because of it, you’ve obviously been crying, none of that is funny Tim.” The older boy pinched the bridge of his nose, “Why didn’t you call someone- actually how do you get so lonely you puke? Is this something Bruce knows about?

Tim gaped for a long moment before letting out a sharp, angry sounding laugh. “This isn’t funny? That’s the line for you Todd? If I actually cry about it then it isn’t funny anymore, shit if I’d known it was this easy to get you to act like a person around me I’d’ve dealt with this ages ago!”

The older boy flinched back like he’d been hit, “Tim I-“

He was interrupted, “No don’t act like you give a shit Jason! Not even twenty fucking minutes ago you were calling me Pretender, this is the most you’ve said my actual goddamn name in the entire time we’ve known each other. You asked asshole, I told you- knowing full well the consequences.” He breathed heavily for a minute before continuing slightly softer, “I get that you don’t give a shit about me, not in any way that matters. I know you think I’m a naive idiot Jason, but don’t pretend you want to know for any reason other than having a leg up on this weird one-sided pissing match- remember I’m the Pretender, only one of us steals titles.”

Jason curled in on himself, breathing deeply before staring off to the left of the boy across from him. “Alright, I think I fucked this up- um Tim listen I sorta thought you’d just know since I guess there hadn’t been any fights to the death for awhile and we uh- coexisted when necessary.” He shored his shoulders and turned to look the younger in the eyes, “I don’t hate you, okay? You’re not stupid or naive, I uh- I thought we were uh bein’ friendly- which yeah I shoulda known better it’s not like I ever actually apologized ta’ you. Fuck.”

Tim blinked, standing up and backing towards the window side of the living room. “Jason Peter Todd this is not funny, you- you got your fucking blackmail I- what the fuck do you want from me? Fuck off, did Dick tell you? Was it Bruce? Surely you’ve got better things to do with your time?” His voice broke halfway through, “Who thought this was a funny fucking joke?”

Jason went pale, “Shit- no kid this isn’t a fucking joke! I- who would? Why would that be fucking funny? Holy shit kid,” the man stood up just as quickly, shooting forward and pulling Tim into a hug. “Shit, I’m sorry- I don’t, I don’ know what to do here kid, please.”

Tim bit back a sob, tensing his whole body away from the hug. He desperately forced out; “If this is a joke I need you to leave right now- please Jason, you win okay? G-good one alright? You can go and uh, and tell ev- everyone how I fell for it al- alright?”

He leaned back, holding the boy steady in his arms. “Tim, Tim I’m not kiddin’ please- I just, whaddya need ta’ know I’m serious?” Jason begged frantically, “D’ya want an apology? Cause I’m sorry kid, I’m so fucking sorry for all of it alright? You didn’t deserve a goddamn bit of it and it never shoulda happened, not at all and not to you.”

Tim shook in his hold, just barely whispering “You don’t mean that, Jason you don’t mean that okay? I was- I was a shitty replacement an- and a useless Robin that was- wasn’t even a decent placeholder for the next one okay? Do- don’t say shit like that to me Jason, if it was ever funny it definitely isn’t now, okay? I don’t know what you want me t- to say!” He whined out anxiously.

If possible, Jasons’ face crumpled further. “No kid, I don’t- I’m not makin’ fun of ya. Don’t say shit like that Tim, you were a great Robin an’ I was lucky ta’ have you as a successor, okay?”

The boy collapsed, leaning fully against Jason as his sobs returned with a vengeance and his breathing rocketed up in speed.

Jason pulled the boy into his arms and lowered them both onto the floor, “Shit uhm- shh, you’re okay Tim- deep breathes C’mon. It’ll be okay, c’mere kid I’ve got ya.”

Tim whined and leaned into the hold so hard his head ached, and Jason began to run a hand through his hair. “You’ll be okay, s’all fine. I know Tim, I know- it’s a lot right now. Just breathe with me c’mon in and out you’ve got it.”

Tim struggled and shook and cried for a long time, he tried to pull back from the older man but Jason just kept holding him and talking through the panic.

Eventually he began to follow Jason’s voice, managing a choked inhale through his sobs every now and then until slowly, painfully, the panic began to ease.

Jason just continued to mutter reassurances like it was nothing, “There you go, there he is, you’re doing so good. Here we are, you’re right here with me and nobodies gonna hurt you, I’ve got ya kid- just take it easy.”

Tim slowly stiffened as he came back into himself. He was curled up in Jasons lap, with his head shoved under the older mans’ chin and his face buried in his neck. His hands were gripping the back of Jasons’ jacket like he belonged there and there were half dried tears all over the both of them. Jason had his arm wrapped around him and his other hand was running though his hair. Casually, he pressed a kiss onto the top of Tims’ hair, still speaking softly throughout it all.

He forced his hands free and yanked himself out of the elder's arms, nearly falling backwards, except Jason caught him easily. “Hey, hey you’re okay Tim- it's fine I’ll let you up just be careful.”

Tim scrambled backwards until he was pressed against the window like he’d been sitting earlier this morning. He scrubbed a hand up and down his face, refusing to look at the older man he’d just been crying on for who knows how long.

Jason let him, hands held up in acquiesce. “D’ya need a drink? Some food?”

Tim kept his hands in place and firmly did not look at Jason. Reluctantly he muttered, “Water’s fine, there are bottles in the pantry.”

He stood slowly then turned around and headed towards the kitchen. Jason opened the pantry door next to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of water. He gave the younger a moment to collect himself before heading back into the living room and dropping to the floor across from him.

“Here, drink the first one slowly.”

Tim didn’t look up but he took the bottle and cracked the seal. He took small sips in silence for a heavy few moments before finally glancing through his bangs at the other boy.

Jason was sitting on the ground with his legs sprawled out in front of him, he had a second water bottle on his left and was leaned back on his right hand. He wasn’t watching Tim drink head on, instead staring out the window behind the boy with only the occasional glance to check his progress through the water. Stretched out across Tims’ floor, Jason looked so much like Robin that it hurt to breathe.

Eventually Tim finished the first water bottle, and Jason handed him the second without hesitation. “Drink as fast as ya like, just finish it.”

And so he did, he drank in silence for a few more minutes and pretended that he had any idea what was going to happen next.

After he got a solid amount of water in him, Jason cleared his throat.

Tim tensed in a way that was unfortunately quite visible to Bats, but Jason soldiered on anyways. “Listen, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have sprung that on you when it was clear somethin’ was up, and I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever done that’d make you think I’d make such a shitty joke. I get it if you don’t believe me or want ta’ see me again, I just- Tim you’ve gotta know that right now I’m serious, yeah?”

He shuddered, and Tim winced. “I- fuck Jason you don’t need to- m’sorry.” He exhaled sharply, “None of this was your problem and I didn’t mean to make such a scene but you know me. I uh- I overreacted okay? That’s not your fault. You uh- you just caught me at a bad time and had to deal with my fits, but its no big deal okay?” Tim chewed his lip and shoved his face into his knees muttering to himself; “Fuck this is embarrassing.”

The older of the two flinched like he’d been shot this time, “Tim can you look at me a minute?”

The boy reluctantly looked up and Jason let out a wobbly smile before continuing, “Ya don’t need ta’ be embarrassed okay kid? You had a panic attack, probably two judging by the vomit from earlier- and that shit just happens sometimes okay? Especially in our line of work.”

Tim shook his head and smiled tightly, “Not really Jason, I’ve kinda always been like this. But thank you anyways.”

“Tim, listen to me okay? Just to the words I’m saying.” Jason responded through grit teeth, “That shit happens sometimes and it isn’t your fault. You got that? People have panic attacks, especially kids in high stress situations 24/7 so this isn’t some sparing your feelings bullshit- when have you even known me to do that anyways?”

The younger laughed ruefully, “Apparently right after I have a breakdown in your lap.”

Jason snorted but shook his head, “I’m bein’ dead serious Tim okay? And-“ he hesitated but powered through, “I’m bein’ serious when I tell you I’m sorry.”

Tims' face went red and he looked off to the side, “Yeah alright Jason, I get it. I’m sorry I had a fucking episode all over you about it or whatever.”

Jason raised an eyebrow, “I’m not sure you do get it kid, but I can explain.” He bit the inside of his cheek and started, “I’m sorry I attacked you- each time Tim. You didn’t deserve any o’ that and I shoulda known better. I said and did a lot of shit to you, and I blamed you for a lot of shit that wasn’t your fault. I was running high and fast on the Pit, and I’m not sayin’ that as an excuse cause it isn’t one. I’m telling you that so you know I was dead fuckin’ wrong when I said that shit to you.”

He continued, “You’re not a pretender or a replacement or a fuckin’ placeholder. You were a damn good Robin and I meant it when I told you I was lucky to have you as a successor. I mean shit kid, even beat seven ways to hell on the Pit I still wanted you as my Robin.”

Tim hesitated and glared at the floor near his feet. “You- you don’t have to say all this Jason. I know you don’t want to kill me and I get that in your right mind you wouldn’t’ve attacked me. But-“ he trailed off before looking up helplessly and whispering, “you don’t like me Jason.”

He grimaced, “To be honest Tim, I don’t really know you. The only things I know about you are what Talia told me and what I’ve heard from everyone else in this shitty family.” Jason smiled crookedly, “But from what everyone who’s actually met you says about you? I’d be stupid not to like you kid.”

Tim curled up and grit his teeth, “I know that isn’t true, I mean c’mon man- who the fuck are you talking to? I don’t know if you know this Jason,” he began bitterly, “but I’m an asshole. I’m a petty, manipulative, cold-hearted little shit and the only reason Bruce has kept me on retainer at this point is because I’d be too hard to beat as a rogue.”

Jason blinked for a moment “Kid, how’d you become Robin? Why’d ya’ do it?��

The boy in question hesitated over the non-sequitur. “… I blackmailed B with proof of his identity and stole the suit?”

“Okay, and why’d you even do it? What was the point? If you’d known for years why then?”

“Jason what are you going on about? You know why, because I had to!” Tim snapped bitterly.

Jason snorts through his nose, “No you didn’t, Tim you didn’t have to do shit- you coulda gone on your merry way with your parents and your pictures.”

He glares belligerently, “No I couldn’t’ve! Bruce was going insane, he woulda killed somebody or himself- whichever came first.” Tim sighs, losing steam. “I had to because he would’ve proven the Joker right, he would’ve destroyed your legacy until it was nothing more than the last straw that ruined Batman.”

He smiles sadly and shrugs, “But why did that matter to you kid? Why not make it someone else’s problem?”

Tim sighs loudly and knocks his head against the glass behind him. “It mattered to me because my pictures of Batman and Robin were all I had- is that what you want to hear? That I forced my way in, not for any noble reason like /Batman needs a Robin/, but because I was a clingy kid who didn’t want to see his happiest memories ruined like everything else.”

“You’re selling yourself short with that summary kiddo,” Jason leaned forward braced on his legs, “I think the reason you took up the R was because you believed in what we stood for and you didn’t want it ruined for good. I think you knew that your pictures got you as far as they could and Robin got sad kids farther than they thought they’d ever make it, and that shouldn’t be taken away from them just because shitty people exist.”

The younger boy stared at his feet sullenly, “Who cares Jason? I was a lonely, naive kid sticking my nose in a grieving fathers’ business because I never learned boundaries- does it matter why I did it?”

Jason let out a sudden laugh, “Of course it matters Tim! You’re the only one of us who took up Robin because you thought other people needed you to do it. Dickie wanted his parents murderer gone and was willing to keep on doing that for others only after he got justice, I wanted to feel helpful and important even though I had shitty parents and a shitty past and then I decided I needed to prove what kids like me could do, Steph wanted it so she could prove to herself that she was more than what B an’ everyone else told her, hell even the brat wanted the R just ‘cause o’ blood ties and he’s only just now starting to do it to help people.” Jason ran a hand through his hair, “Kid you looked at a hero from legend who was goin’ off the deep end publicly and decided that it couldn’t go any further- and then you made it happen even when it was fucking terrible. You don’t do that shit because you’re a fucking optimist- you do it ‘cause you know what’s right and you aren’t willing to let shit slide.”

Tim opened and closed his mouth silently, staring at his predecessor with wide, glassy eyes. Eventually he mumbled out, “That sounds a lil’ different than cuckoo bird.”

He sighs sadly, letting his head hang. “Yeah, yeah it does kid. I was fucking wrong, okay? I was angry and scared, an’ I didn’t wanna admit that life went on without me just ‘cause that’s how life works. I saw this determined little wisp of a thing that looked at every fracture line my greek tragedy left and decided to do damage control and it scared me.”

“I didn’t ever wanna replace you, I wasn’t even s’possed to stay Robin forever- I was gonna give it to the next kid once Bruce found someone better or he got a little better” Tim forced out slowly, like he was tasting the words. “I guess Bruce or Dick didn’t tell you, huh?”

Jason cocked his head at the boy, “What’re you- oh. Kid I don’t know what they coulda told me that would make lying about an apology funny.”

He shrugged and mumbled something too quiet to be heard.

Jason stared at the boy, watching as his face slowly went red and his shoulders hunched. He forced out “Didn’t catch that kiddo” through some uncomfortable mixture of bemusement and trepidation.

Tim squared his shoulders but stared at his feet. “I took pictures of everyone, obviously. I started ‘round the end of Dicks’ run- got all the greatest hits of Batgirl and Boy Wonder, caught a few good shots of Batman figuring out he had a child that he’d die for in real time- but uh, well.” He hesitated but pushed through like a man to the gallows, “Well I’ve got the most shots of you. All my best work, all my favorites, just most of my pictures- were you.”

The older boy nodded slowly, “Sure, I mean you musta’ been tiny when Dickiebird started out. It only makes sense that you’d get better as you got older so it woulda been odd if they weren’t Tim- what’s that got to do with anything?”

He shook his head, “No- I mean yeah I was like nine when I started with Dicks’ Robin, and I followed you from like ten to twelve but that’s not what I mean.” Tim shuddered and mumbled to himself, “I can’t believe you’re making me say it out loud, oh god.” He took a deep breath and finally looked at Jason. “I went out maybe once every two weeks with Dick, not because I couldn’t do it more, just ‘cause. When you started on Robin though? I started going out every other night. I mean fuck Jay, I used to only go out when there was nobody to notice I was gone and I was really careful about covering my tracks and doing well in school and shit- but when you started? I even went out the few times when my parents were home, I was so excited just to see you out there doing good.”

Jason let out a low wounded sound, “Tim…”

“Jason, your Robin was why any of that shit mattered to me. Of course I cared before, but not like when it was you.” Tim laughed self-consciously and ducked his head “I hacked my school records, convinced my parents I should go to school in town, I mean- Jason I thought of you as my Robin. I think I have an encoded notebook that I used when I was like eleven where I write, verbatim, /my Robin is the best hero in the world, Batman sure is lucky to have him/, so yeah you can see how hearing that you actually thought we could be friends might seem like a cruel joke.”

He blinked tears back rapidly, rocking forward onto his knees to stop right in front of Tim, “Can I- baby bird can I hug you?”

“You want to?” Tim asked in a quiet voice.

“Yes, absolutely”

And the boy barely got a chance to nod before Jason had him yanked forward against him, arms clasped so tightly around him that Tim could feel his bones creak. Jason held him desperately with his face hidden in the younger mans’ hair and his whole body folded over him. “I’m sorry Tim, fuck- you were a good kid and a great Robin alright?”

Tim pressed his face into the mans’ shirt and took deep breaths. Ever so slowly he relaxed into the hold until eventually; he didn’t notice the awkward angle, or the way his sweatpants were bunched around his legs because of how he’d been yanked, or even how his tears were leaking into the shirt below him. Tim pressed his face into Jason and gripped the man equally as hard.

They sat like that for a long time, Jason held Tim until their legs were numb and the floor was uncomfortable. At which point the older boy just barely loosened his hold, politely ignoring how Tim only burrowed further, and leaned backwards. He pulled the boy with him, until Jason was sitting in the middle of the floor with Tim tugged into his lap and his arms encircling the boy with only slightly less desperation.

Tim croaked out cautiously from his place within the hold but didn’t look up, “Hey Jason?”

“Hmm?”

“If I’d’ve called you today, and asked if we could just uh- just talk, would you have come?”

Jason pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “Yeah baby bird, I think I woulda.”

And from the safety of his Robins’ hold Tim let loose a wobbly, genuine smile.

#fanfic #dc universe #Tim drake #Jason todd #batman #red robin #hurt/comfort #mentioned batfamily #grace is writing

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