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phantom-of-the-ruckus · 7 months

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The lost episode of Mortimer's Handeemen

Disclaimer: This is a creepypasta meant to be a just-for-fun Halloween thingy. I did not go all the clichés. I now just find most of them silly, but I know there are some good ones. This creepypasta is not connected to any AU and is more of an internet story that would appear in the games in the 1990s to 2010s with some speculation about whether it's real or if the one who posted it was a troll or did it for entertainment.

Either way, happy halloween! Enjoy ^^

TW: for blood, scary imagery, horror, creepypasta, body horror, and gore

[An audio log is found. A mysterious person presses it. The message start.]

H-Hello?

[It appears to be a young teenager. Her voice is groggy and whispery, you can hear her heavy breathing]

I...I hope you can hear me or...well rather listening to this audio log.

I'm trapped, and I can't get out...I can't remember well how I got in, but I can tell you what I know of my current location and well my personal state.

[There was a long pause and heavy breathing. In the background there were some steps and scratches at the distance.]

T-they're looking for me....

[It appears that she is muttering to herself. After another long period of silence, she begins to speak once again.]

Sorry...I'm not exactly in a situation where I can easily tell my story. I'm c-currently hiding in some domain of the studio.... T-the Handeemen Studio to be exact. The one that got burned down and close.

[She let out another long pause as footsteps in the distance could be heard.]

I am not supposed to be here. I am supposed to be in the testing rooms, or I think it was the testing rooms. Perhaps I did die and I am a ghost... No. They are looking for me. I must be alive...

[A door shuts and the mysterious girl lets out some heavy breathing.]

I think they left. Hopefully.

[She breathes once again. Her voice is hearing a bit close to the voice recorder.]

I...I don't remember much. I can't remember my family, if I had one, nor my age. I can't recall my own face, or my own name. I think It was Jessica Parker....or was it Jessica Drew? No...maybe it was Siobhan Drew or Siobhan Parker.... It must be one of those names. They are familiar to me, but I can't remember who belong to who. I do remember they were part of a story. The story of how I got here. That is the story that I can't seem to forget, and probably the reason why I am recording this. I may never remember it or probably would get killed for running away. So...I guess I am recording this now in hopes anyone finds it.

[There was another long pause and a sigh followed after.]

I suppose I can't remain nameless for the rest of this recording. I don't want to remain nameless as I don't remember my name of who am I. But....but I think I used to be called "Jay." It's written on my wrist, or well is smeared with my own blood and I can see is either "Jay" or "J 4 Y." I used to have some writing on my arms and legs, they are smeared and I can't decipher what it was or why it was written. The only thing readable was the "Jay" or "J 4 Y." You can call me Jay. After all it does sound like a name, and I do love the idea of having a name...even if it's not my own name....since I can't remember. But....but I do remember one name. It's Jordan. No last name since I can't recall. Jordan was a kid I used to babysit...or I think I did. I used to watch him. I do recall a lady who was his guardian or mom I don't remember her name. I think it was either one of the possible names I mentioned before.

She'll be just Jordan's mom. It makes it easier for me to remember, and she no longer becomes a nameless face in what remains of my memory. So...Jordan's mom usually called me to watch over Jordan. I think I was his babysitter. I can't remember. She often had to go to work, and we spent hours upon hours doing homework, playing, and...watching TV He...he had a favorite show. A puppet show, some sort of Muppet's knockoff....or was it Sesame Street? It was a cancelled show from a closed down and burnt down studio. The same studio I am trapped here today Mortimer's Handeemen. The thing that got me where I am today. My own nightmare, and the parasite that is taking away my life and memories.

[There was a small pause. Jay was oddly silent. It was almost as if she was taking a time to recompose herself.]

I can remember how did they use to look like. They looked friendlier, happy, and almost as if they never thought about harming anyone. What a crude lie. I see them every day. They are mean, and they like to sew puppets into my arms. I can feel the pain, and then I feel asleep and wake up with no memory.

It's an endless cycle. Every day, I remember less and less about myself. My memories are snapping moments in time. I can't remember how long or when they happened. But I do remember the handeemen from the episodes. I remember them so vividly, and their hyperrealistic faces that were captured into my memories. I saw them permanent smiles. They made Jordan happy ...or I think they did.

He loved the show. It was no longer on aired, but he managed to get some merchandise, VHS tapes of the episode, specials, and shorts. He owned the figures of the main group and the dog. I...I think his favorite was the dog or the artistic guy, Nick Nack. I remember seeing them in a lot of the episodes Jordan and I used to watch. Or maybe it's because I have vivid snapping memories of a hyperrealistic dog made out of humans parts. Large teeth filled with blood, a red eyes staring at me, and his killer bloody paws that could maul anyone within reach.

[Jay pauses momentary.]

Sorry, I lost track of myself.

My mind keeps flooding with memories and...I keep forgetting why am I here sometimes. Not...not how I got here, but rather why am I hiding again...

I know I don't have much time...so it's better if I finish my story. That if I actually have time as they might get me soon...

[There is another period of silence. Jay gets close one again. Her voice is trembly.]

J-Jordan adored the show, and we watch it like a lot. Eventually, we ran out of episodes, and Jordan was getting tired of watching them.

This is where it gets a bit blurry for me. I can recall caring for Jordan, and I am sure I bought him a VHS tape.

But...but the thing is I can't remember why I bought it.

I think he asked me if there were unseen episodes to watch, or I wanted to surprise him.

I was talking to who I believe was my boyfriend. I don't remember his name, so he'll remain as "boyfriend." There is also this other guy involved, so he'll be called "Guy."

So...Boyfriend told me about Guy. He was in his 20s I think. He loved to break into abandoned places for loot, which...also included the abandoned studio.

According to Guy, he didn't break into the studio as often. He got inside like three times I believe or from what I can actually remember.

One of these times, he found a mysterious VHS in the late creator's office. I can't tell if that was a stretch to be cool, or if he actually went in there. Either way, the VHS was a very real thing.

The episode was a never seen or aired episode. The episode was called "Mortimer's Handeemen and the mysterious Meteorite." In the back there was a note saying "PROTOTYPE. DO NOT PLAY" but Guy did play it for some testing before putting it on sale.

I knew that Jordan would love it, so I bought the VHS tape for about 20 or 10 bucks. I remember doing some bargaining. I can't remember the exact price, but I got a sweet deal and immediately brought it to Jordan.

We turned on the TV and placed the tape. The episode started with Mortimer staring with his permanent smile. There was so music. Only a dreadful silence. I didn't have too much importance, and took the VHS out and in thinking the episode froze.

Then, the episode started with Mortimer greeting the audience. He sounded less cheerful than usual. He was introducing the fictional place where the Handeemen lived....but he was rather staring almost as if he could see us. I ignored thinking it was just a prototype error.

Eventually the main theme started. It was very slowed down, and the music sounded off-key. We figured it was due to the age of the VHS tape and continued watching the episode. It started normal with one of the kids finding a strange rock and calling the Handeemen about it.

Then, things started to get odd. The tape suddenly stopped and looped over when the Handeemen were picking up the meteorite. Suddenly the TV went black, almost as if someone turned off....but it was still on and the VHS tape was running.

The screen turned on and showed an empty room. It was silent, but I could feel something was lurking over. I turned off and on the TV. The normal episode was on. I rewind the tape, but everything was as if the image was not there. We continued watching the episode thinking it was a glitch.

Or so we thought...

As the episode progressed. The handeemen sounded less friendly. They sounded annoyed and furious. Their eyes were slowly becoming red. Then they went back to normal as if nothing happened.

I was getting nervous as this was starting to look less of a malfunction and more of a prank. I left the room to call Guy and ask him what was this all about. He was confused and told me that never happened before.

Suddenly I heard a scream. It was Jordan. I hung up and rushed to the living room. He was curled up and crying as he begged me to turned it off. I was confused, so I watched at the TV to see what was going on.

[Jay gives out a long pause. Growling can be heard from the outside. Her breath can be heard again, until the growling fades.]

Sorry... there were puppets nearby...

Where was I?

Oh yes...

When I looked back at the TV, I saw hyperrealistic man. He had a horrified expression and seemingly was rotting. He was sitting on a chair...but he was cut in half and was bleeding. He had mitten sewn into his hands, as I could see the bloody stiches.

It was almost as it was a real thing going on, as if the camara was live. It was horryfing.

Jordan began to scream and begged me to put it away. The channel began to fave, as numerous symbols and strange words began to appeared. I tried to turn off the TV but the off and on button nor the controller were working.

Suddenly a raspy voice began to muttered "I C U" just as the image of the man cut in half was getting closer. Before anything else could happened, I unplugged the TV and everything shut down.

Jordan was upset and terrifed as ever. It was within very good reaons. I did my best to calm him down and told him that I will get to the bottom of this. He decided to go outside and play with his friends. I called Boyfriend, and then called Guy.

When they arrived, Jordan was drawing on the floor. Boyfriend and I confronted Guy about the tape. He swore he never tampered with it. I took him to the living room and plugged the TV back. The episode runned down normally to my surprised.

Jordan eventually sat down and watch it as Guy told me I was crazy and to never contact him again. He left leaving Jordan and I confused. Boyfriend tried to be suportive, and telling me it was propbably some prank in bad taste.

[Jay pauses. It appears she needed a momment to think.]

I do like to think that was the case, but reality turned to be another. Now I am stuck here. Loosing my memory and myself eventually... Alone. A lab rat And-

[Jay pauses before sighing]

Sorry. I lost track again.

I....we....

Jordan. I talked to Jordan about the situation. I told him that this was either a malfunction or a prank from Guy. He felt unsure, but decided to trust my word. That's what I can remember most about the event.

I know that I ended up staying watching for the night. I cannot assure you wether it was on that same night or if a few days pased. All I know was that Jorda's Mom had aked me to stay overnight to watch her son.

And then, that was when things started to get spooky and unsettling...

Jordan was in his room asleep. I just tucked him in, and I was helping Jordan's mom to clean the kitchen. The phone began to rang and I picked up thinking it was probably Jordan's mom asking me if Jordan was okay.

When I picked up the phone....there was silence and a breathing.

"Hello?" I said, thinking this was some bad connection.

"Have you checked on the kid yet?" My blood went cold as shivers sent right down my spine. I dropped the phone and ran towards Jordan's room.

He was still in his bed asleep. I checked around to see if there was anything off. When I was sure he was safe, I left the room and picked up the phone.

"He's alright." That was the lat thing I said when I hung up.

15 minutes, I recieved the same call.

"Have you checked on the kid yet?" I once again dropped the phone and checked on Jordan.

He was alright, and I hung up the phone refusing to answer the question this time. The mysterious guy called again but I hung up as soon as I heard his voice, and went directly to check on Jordan.

After a while, I decided to leave the door open and keep an eye if anything happened. The same mysterious person kept calling for about 20 minutes. I hung up each of his calls, and he eventually stopped.

I started to slowly doze off. It was getting pretty late, but part of me remained unsettled about the mysterious calls. I doze off momentarily before the phone rang. I hesitated to pick it up, fearing it was the mysterious caller.

To my surprise and relief, it was Jordan's mom. She was calling to check if Jordan was alright.

"He's just in bed. Everything is fine, ma'am." I said just as I heard the TV turning on, and the Handeemen's playing. I ended the conversation and hung up.

I was upset. I figured that Jordan woke up and tried to sneak into watching another episode. When I entered the living room, my skin went pale. The episode I brought from guy was playing, but there was no one watching it.

I took the TV remote and tried to turn off the TV or stop the player. Neither of them worked, but their batteries were still on. I tried to manually turned them off, but it was useless. Then...I tried to unplug the TV.

"This should do it." I thought to myself.

The episode continued to play as if nothing had happened.

Terrified, I tried to remove the tape but what happened next, left me paralyzed in fear.

The screen went back, and then showed Guy being strapped into a bed. His eyes were swollen and he was screaming. Suddenly, the scientist puppet, Riley, entered the room. She had a twisted smile and her eyes were glowing red. In her left hand, she had a saw.

I could not feel my body as I was too horrified to move. I saw Riley slowly approaching guy as she maniatically laughed.

"You'll become one of us!" She said just as she slowly began to press the saw into Guy's torso and slowly cuting him off as blood dropped.

The screen went back, and the next picture was a twisted and bloody Mortimer staring at the screen with a teacup filled with blood and the letters I, C, and U underneath.

The picture then changed to a video of Nick. He was in his art room. His face was melting so hyperrealistic, that it almost looked as if he was bleading. He was sobbing uncontrollably as he strocked some abstract painting of black and red.

The screen went black, and then Daisy appeared on what is seemed to be a kitchen. She was humming to herself as she baked a pie made out of human organs. My stomatch twirled up as I could see Guy's eyes into the mix.

The screen shut down as I stood there trembling as the phone began to ring. I walk towards it and pick up with trembling hands.

"Have you checked on the kid yet?" It was the same mysterious caller as before. I dropped the phone and ran towards Jordan's room.

The bed was empty and he was nowhere to be found.

I picked up the phone and I cried "WHO ARE YOU? WHERE IS HE?"

There was no answer, and no sign of the caller. Then the call disconected and the phone disconnected completely. I dropped the phone, and rushed towards the living room when I heard sobbing.

The place was empty, but the TV had a distrubing picture. It was the same mysterious human puppet man, but now where was Guy accompaning him. His eyes were gone and he was bleeding. He had sewn mittens into his hands, and just as the mysterious man, his upper body was sitting on a bleeding chair.

There was some silent sobbing as the background, but my eyes focused on the message underneath the figures...

"HELP ME" Underneath was the direction to the abandoned studio.

Fearing that Jordan was taken by those puppets, I left the house and rode on my bike into the studio. After I came in, I broke inside and desperately began to look for Jordan.

[Jay's voice trails off as she starts to become uneased.]

I-I couldn't find him, but I heard noices from the outside. I feared that they were outside...a-and went down deeper. Then someone struck me in the head and everything became a blurr.

I heard the voices of Jordan's mom, Boyfriend, the police, and Jordan looking for me outside. I doze off as they shut down.

I woke up on a lab with a puppet sewn into my hand, and then I lost my memory slowly and began to forget who am I or where am I, just remembering the evil faces of the puppets and how I got here.

Now, this the only chance I got to store what becomes of my memory. If you find this, that means that I am dead...or if miracously you found me with no memory.

Either way, please find the VHS and destroy it. No one should have ever seen the lost episode, and become a victim like I or Guy became.

[The tape ends as Riley Ruckus tosses it aside , scoffing, before returning to work. Not realizing that a mysterious man is staring at the tape from afar. His plaque, reading JORDAN]

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND I WISH YOU A VERY SPOOKY DAY!

~ With care, Phantom <3

#hello puppets #hello puppets midnightshow #riley ruckus #nick nack #mortimer handee #daisy danger #creepypasta #tw: gore #tw:blood #tw: blood #tw: saws #tw: body horror #tw: horror #tw: murder #tw: creepypasta #Happy Halloween #spooky season #goretober I guess #enjoy!

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writerlyhabits · 2 years

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Panties In A Twist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 8.8k

Summary: Jay and Charlie invited your Saturday dancing group over to their place for dinner and drinks. But after New York, you and Bucky have some new developments to explore before you can join your friends.

Ch 14 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 13 | Ch. 15

Warnings: language, pet names, SMUT [oral- fem rec, fingering, overstimulation? handjob, shower shenanigans], Bucky Barnes is the softest man alive and I want one, a lot of italics, that’s it it’s just filth

AN: I know you see the tags, no I’m not gonna talk about it 😂 @deceiverofgodss thanks for sharing your brain cells, I love you 💛

Gif from @unearthlydust (this whole gifset just fits, okay? its so pretty)

Things had changed in New York. Good things. Great things. This relationship Bucky was in with you, this life with you was nothing short of bliss, and he wanted to soak up every single second of it.

Much to his disappointment, Monday morning brought the reminder that you still had to go into work, putting a damper on his desire to curl up in bed and hide you away from the world. But it didn’t stop him from waking you up softly in the mornings and kiss you languidly as you were walking out the door, which he shouldn’t have been as pleased with himself as he was each time you left a little bit late because of it.

He made up for lost time each afternoon by wrapping you in his overflowing affection when you got home. He could confidently say that you hadn’t gotten through a single meal this week without being pulled into the kitchen to dance, his need to have you close overpowering. And even though you sat down to watch your new show multiple times through the week, you were only about three episodes in since you kept having to rewind it, interrupted by too many impromptu make-out sessions to count.

The hardest part of it all was figuring out what to do with himself during the day while you were at work. He’d made more “progress” on his amends than anticipated – though they weren’t doing shit to improve his nightmares like Raynor kept insisting – and he had accompanied Yori on a handful of different outings, but he only had the stomach to bear those for so long. And Bucky didn’t like lounging around in his own apartment much anymore, finding it too bland and empty. It only served to remind him where he started, and how much your apartment felt like home.

That first day he’d had nothing else to do, he’d emptied the dishwasher. Another day he dusted all of the areas you were too short to reach. And last night after realizing you had laundry to take care of, he’d piped up to offer his help, which had resulted in teaching him how you liked doing your laundry – and subsequently, how to use the machine.

Which led him to where he was now, spending his Friday afternoon folding a basket of your combined laundry with another load in the dryer. And if he was being completely fair, most of this first basket was his. So when he reached into the hamper and pulled out something lacy and delicate and…

Oh.

He should have been embarrassed by the fact that his cock twitched in his pants at the sight of your underwear… if he could even call them that. But he was just a man. A man from the 1940s no less. The thought of you in nothing but nothing but these tiny, see-through panties, accentuating your already perfect ass… he didn’t stand a chance.

The longer he thought about that sight, painting you up like his own personal pin-up poster in his head, the weaker he got. He’d tried to set them aside and forget about them, bury them in your pile of clothes so they were out of sight entirely, but the boner straining against his jeans didn’t allow him that luxury.

Bucky had managed to finish folding the laundry and setting it aside to put away later, though not without his mind wandering to other places. How often did you wear them? Why hadn’t he noticed you wearing them? Why did you hide it from him? Was it part of a matching set?

He was a goner. He wasn’t going to be able to ignore this one, he would have to do something about it or else he was going to implode. He went to glance at his watch to see how long it would be until you got home, not wanting to risk an awkward situation, but the second he did his phone buzzed in his pocket.

River and I managed to sneak away early, I’m on my way home as we speak!! 🙌

Your timing couldn’t have been more perfect. He could wait until you got home, he could absolutely wait for you. As he went to reply, he saw you typing out another message.

We don’t have to be at Jay and Charlie’s for dinner until later tonight, maybe we could watch a few episodes of our show until we have to go?

That does sound fun, but I have something else in mind.

I’m all ears, whatcha got planned??

You’ll just have to find out when you get here.

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You were almost giddy in anticipation when you reached the top of the stairs to your apartment, Bucky’s mysterious plans for the evening having spurred your imagination the whole drive home. But as you turned your key in the lock, you still had no clue what he could possibly have up his sleeve, pushing the door open in the hopes that you’d have your answers soon.

But you were coming home to Bucky Barnes. You should have known better.

Stepping into your apartment, you smiled wide when you found the culprit sitting back on the couch waiting for you. God he was a sight… Legs spread wide as he took up as much room as possible, and a smug grin on his face as he watched you take your shoes off at the door.

“Hi, Buck!” you called sweetly as you hung your purse up beside his leather jacket.

“Hey baby,” he replied, his voice deep and velvety. You hoped he couldn’t see the way your body reacted to it, a little bit of his Brooklyn peeking out with the endearment. Turning back around to face him, you saw that he’d leaned a little further back to prop his arms up against the back of the couch, silently inviting you to come join him. You didn’t need to be asked twice. “How was your day?”

“It was good! Nothing too bad,” you answered with a shrug as you maneuvered around the coffee table to step up between his open legs. Now that you were within arms reach, he leaned forward to wrap his hands gently around your thighs, pulling you forward so you could sit in his lap. You settled into the position as his hands trailed up your body, brushing over your ass before resting on your hips while you straddled his lap. It was cozy to say the least.

“That’s good,” he sighed, blue eyes traveling across your features now that you were so close. The low rumble of his husky voice sent a chill down your spine, which he definitely noticed. “How’d you and River accomplish playing hookie?”

“We got everything done for the day. Technically they like us to stay and just work on whatever we can, but y’know…” You made a scrunchy face as you shrugged, earning you a deep chuckle from the man beneath you. He brought one of his hands up to hold your jaw, looking at you reverently as he waited for you to finish. “When they have what they need, they don’t really care to notice when two people slip out an hour early.”

When you finished explaining, he pulled you down to press his soft lips against yours, slow and languid the way he did everytime he wanted to throw off your train of thought. As you kissed him back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and settled further into his lap.

Bucky was the first to break the kiss, lingering mere centimeters away as he donned a mischievous grin, settling back against the couch. He pulled you back with him to keep your bodies pressed together, and the angle of your hips allowed you to finally sit comfortably over his.

And the bulge in his pants. The impressive bulge… how hadn’t you noticed it until now?

You tried to ignore it. “What have you been up to today?”

“Nothing much, cleaned a little here and there. I started doing the laundry, but I found something while I was folding it earlier…” he explained, and you watched him expectantly as one of his hands left you to reach into his pocket. His voice was calm and smooth when he continued. “Do you want to tell me when you wore this lacy little black string and I had no idea?”

Bucky held up his hand, and the lingerie you had worn the week before was dangling from his finger.

You short circuited as you stared at the thong in question.

“I- I didn’t have… I ran out of laundry,” you stammered, not quite as graceful as you’d hoped. “It was before your birthday. We weren’t, we hadn’t…”

“I hadn’t fucked you on my fingers yet?” he rasped with a cocked eyebrow, heat shooting directly to your core. You managed to make a sound in confirmation to his lewd question, nodding weakly as he toyed with the garment in his hand. “Well, since I didn’t get to see it last time, I started thinking about how pretty you must’ve looked in them...”

You felt like your brain was moving in slow motion while it was trying to process the flood of inappropriate thoughts rushing through your head, all of them featuring the man sitting beneath you.

“I was curious if it was part of a set,” he continued, reaching up with his other hand to brush his thumb over your cheek, and you shivered in response. “But I was even more curious if you’d show me.” Your brows shot up on your forehead.

“Are you gonna compare me to that picture you painted in your head?” You asked, trying to catch up to his advances, copying his flirtatious mood now that your body seemed to be waking up from the initial shock.

“I don’t think comparing is a fair way to describe it… I jus’ wanna see how beautiful the real thing is,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss you again and scrambling any thought in your mind that didn’t revolve around him. “What do you say, baby girl?”

Instead of replying, you pressed one more chaste kiss on his lips before leaning back to watch his expression – dark, focused, and very aroused – before you slid your hands down from around his neck. With one hand resting on his chest next to his dog tags, you wrapped the other one around his extended arm, exploring his muscles until you reached his hand, snatching the thong from his grip.

As you got up out of his lap and stood up from the couch, you could tell that he was in the same state you were just moments ago, mind blank save from you while his eyes remained on your figure. He made to get up and follow you, but you reached back out to push him down.

“You gotta be patient, Sarge,” you murmured, letting your voice drop an octave to help create the illusion of a smooth temptress. Bucky’s brow shot up on his forehead and you watched him swallow as his rank left your lips, the corners of his lips turned up in his signature cocky grin. “I need time to make myself pretty for you.”

“You’re already pretty, sweets,” he sighed, his hands coming up to grab at the one you had on his chest, turning it in his grasp to plant a soft kiss to your palm. You had to retreat before he turned you into a puddle.

“I’ll call for you when I’m ready,” you settled on, letting your hand trail through his grasp as you walked away, and you definitely didn’t put an extra swing in your hips for him to watch as you went.

At first it was hard to remember why you had insisted he stay in the living room while you changed, wanting nothing more than to feel his warm body around you as you did. To feel his soft touches while you slipped out of your clothes, have him pressed up against you while you revived your hair… But as you laid yourself out on the bed, draping yourself against the pillows in just the right position, you realized it was more than worth it when you called him back into the room.

Bucky appeared at your bedroom door mere moments after he heard his name, and you watched his eyes dance across the thin layer of black lace that covered your breasts and wrapped around your ass as he leaned against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He drank in the sight before him, boyish grin growing gradually on his cheeks as he charted every detail of you he could see

“What do you think?” you asked innocently, unable to keep the smile off your cheeks.

“What do I think?” he asked exasperatedly, shaking his head in disbelief as he crossed the room. “I’ll show you what I think.” You giggled softly as he took long strides, appearing at the foot of the bed in no time and climbing onto the bed to crawl up your body, but you stopped him with pointed toes against his chest. His hands came up to caress your calf as he looked at you expectantly.

“C’mon Barnes, even the playing field a little,” you drawled, dragging the cotton up the ridges of his abs to get your point across.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, and you watched with interest as he set your leg back down onto the bed to pull his shirt over his head. You watched the way his shoulders moved, how his muscles flexed as he tossed it across the room, and the moving plates of his left arm when he did.

“You’re like a work of art,” you groaned, earning a belly laugh from the man towering over you, no stranger to the way you looked at him. When you thought that he’d be back on you, you watched in awe as he stepped back to shed his dark jeans. You gave him a look of surprise when he glanced back up at you, bent over as he unhooked the offending clothing from one of his ankles.

“Thought you wanted me to even the playing field,” he snarked, smirking as he stepped out of his jeans and stood to his full height, and you saw the muscular thighs he always hides. The fact that they filled your head with dirty thoughts on their own probably meant something, but it was a fact nonetheless.

"I don't know if we're playing the same game," you giggled, and he furrowed his brows in confusion as he propped his hands up on his hips, accentuating just how broad his shoulders were.

"What game are you playing?"

“The one where you get back over here.” Bucky’s nose scrunched up the way you loved when he laughed, quickly remedying the situation by climbing back up onto the bed to pick back up where he left off.

His hands made contact with you at your ankles, cool hands leaving goosebumps as they trailed up your legs to slide around your hips, fitting your ass into his large hands to find out just how much your panties didn’t cover. The vibranium sent a chill up your spine as his fingers moved up the small of your back, gliding over your skin to stop just below your breasts, toying with the edge of the lacy band.

Before you could prompt him to keep exploring, Bucky propped himself up to nudge your nose with his, the only warning you got before he connected his lips to yours in a searing kiss. It was charged, hungry, depraved. It didn’t take long before he was teasing your lips with his tongue, begging for entrance.

Right as you let him in, he nudged one of your legs to the side with his knee, making himself cozy between them. You let out a surprised gasp at the feeling of his body slotting so perfectly against yours – the weight of his erection barely concealed with his boxers and your string the only obstacles – but he swallowed the sound before it had a chance to go far, his tongue dominating your mouth with ease.

Your hands instinctively reached up to his hair, raking your nails across his scalp as they traveled down, the vibrations of his near growl making you moan in return. The tips of your fingers trailed down the side of his neck, toying with the chain of his tags while he poured his soul into you. You clung onto his broad shoulders for a moment, the sheer size of them making your head spin, before your hands finally landed on top of his. Finding your grip, you gently urged him to adjust his hold on you, moving slowly until his mismatched hands were cupping your breasts beneath the lingerie.

Bucky groaned, pulling away from the kiss to look between your bodies, his breath ragged as he rested his forehead against yours. He brushed his thumbs over your soft skin, entranced by the handful of your tits in his hands. When he gave a light squeeze, you took a sharp inhale and his gaze snapped up at you, his blue eyes completely lust-blown.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed, catching your lips in a quick kiss and pulling away with your bottom lip between his teeth. Then he was diving right back in, his soft lips latching onto your jaw, planting kisses on the spot under your ear and along your neck. “So fucking beautiful.”

You felt like you were floating as Bucky adored – worshiped – you. His lips dragged across your skin, stopping to litter each and every inch of your body with his affection. He kissed the skin where your neck met your shoulder and again across your collarbone, before he sucked on the skin just above your breasts, soft and pillowy enough to get a rise out of you while he left his mark. He glanced up at you as he moved lower, watching your reaction intently as he ever so delicately pushed the lace coverings aside.

When his tongue laved over your nipple, your back arched off the bed to seek him out, feeling his satisfied grin before you saw it. Encouraged by your body’s reaction, he took your tit into his mouth, sucking lightly as he started massaging the other bud with his vibranium thumb. And when you finally looked back down to watch him, you could feel a new wave of arousal leaking out of you at the sight.

Fuck he was hot.

By the time he’d finished giving your other breast equal attention – having sucked, nipped, licked, and pinched both sets of perked nipples – you genuinely thought you might be able to cum just from this. Was that possible? Did it really matter if it was possible for James Barnes to accomplish it?

He managed to drag himself away from them, giving you a sweet smile as he continued kissing down your body, hands caressing your sides as his lips ghosted over your sternum and traveled down to your stomach. And then there was a shift… where he had been cocky and sure, now he seemed to have lost some of that bravado, though no less eager as he adjusted his position.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” you asked softly, your tone still smooth and seductive as you checked in. He gave you a quick smile as he inched down the bed so he could lay on the mattress and ease your ankles over his shoulders.

“Nothing! Nothing… I just…” he trailed off, but you could tell there very clearly was something on his mind.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to do everything,” he rasped, and you took a second to let the shiver run though your body in reaction.

“Mmm… like what?” you tested, and he placed a gentle kiss to the inside of your leg as he contemplated his answer.

“Like burying my face between these pretty thighs,” he murmured, and in any other circumstance it would have ruined you. But he still wasn’t giving you a solid answer as to what was wrong.

“What’s stopping you?” His eyes danced across your body as he mulled over whatever was plaguing him, and you reached down to comb his hair back soothingly, relaxing a little as he leaned into your touch.

“I uh… it’s been a really long time…” he whispered in admittance. “I just, I might be a bit rusty,” he laughed nervously, and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“You’re already doing better than most,” you cooed, and when one eyebrow shot up on his forehead, you knew your words had exactly the effect you hoped they would. Because if there was one thing you knew about James Barnes, it’s that he was a giver, come hell or high water.

And maybe the best way to make him forget about his insecurities is to tap into his giving nature.

“Seriously?” he asked incredulously, and when you only nodded, he sighed in indignation. “Oh baby… I can make it so much better.”

“Why don’t you show me?” you lilted, and it was like you had flipped a switch, watching the eager grin grow on his cheeks.

Bucky took his eyes off of you to focus them at your core, swallowing hard when he was met with the see-through lace panties sitting in his way without blocking the view. You could tell that he was still nervous, even if just in the back of his mind. But he took his time tracing soothing patterns into the skin of your thighs before he took his right hand and hooked a finger into the delicate material, devastatingly slow as he pulled it off to the side.

His warm tongue licked up through your folds, and you were only vaguely aware of the low moan that left your body of its own accord. You could feel the hesitation leave his body, finding his confidence the second he had his mouth on you. He attached his lips to your clit and groaned as he began lightly sucking on your bundle of nerves, the vibrations of his deep voice shooting just as much pleasure through you as his attention to your sex. Licking and sucking and teasing…

“Fuck, James…” you breathed, your legs instinctively shuttering closed as he continued to work. He adjusted his grip on your body without detaching himself, sliding his arms underneath your ass so that he could reach up and slowly stretch your legs open as much as you would allow, giving him a better angle to admire your weeping pussy.

You whined when he released your clit and began lapping at your juices like a man starved. It was hard trying to keep your eyes open to watch him, but you didn’t dare look away, not when his expert tongue was making you feel like you were floating.

“You taste so good baby, I could live between your legs,” he rambled as he adjusted, flattening his tongue against you and licking one long stripe up your core. When he shot his tongue through your entrance you couldn’t hold in your gasp, hands flying to his hair as the sensation rippled through your body, only encouraged by the groan he let out in response.

Bucky was your only tether to reality, finding it hard to focus on anything but the pleasure he brought you as he was properly fucking you on his tongue. He licked just the right spot against your walls and buried himself even further to add the tip of his nose into the equation, nudging at your clit as he devoured you, and you could say with confidence that you had never felt this good in your life.

The familiar coil tightening in your belly came far sooner than you ever could have anticipated, building rapidly when he didn’t let up. His tongue licked up inside you and your legs began to shake, but he held them open with his firm grip, and you wondered whether his fingers would leave marks there in the morning.

“Bucky,” you whined, reeling when your entire body tingled, tightening your grip on his hair ever so slightly as he continued to work.

“Easy sweets, I got you,” he cooed as he came up for air. “Relax for me, just let me take care of you.” When he went back down for more, burying his nose into your folds as his tongue continued teasing your entrance, your mouth hung open as your eyes rolled back.

The sensation was overwhelming, and the thought that he knew what he was doing to you somehow made it that much better. He flicked his tongue against your sensitive walls, pressed his nose against your clit with just the right amount of pressure, and the burn of his stubble against the soft skin of your folds as he rubbed his jaw against you made your head spin.

With one more stroke of his tongue, the only warning you could give was another sharp tug on his scalp before he sent you hurtling over the edge, bathing in the immense pleasure of your climax while he drank from you. Your blood felt like fire, lighting you up from the inside, and you swore your body was teetering on the line between this universe and the next.

When your soul finally descended back to your body where it was sprawled out across the bed, you cracked your eyes open to glance down at the man who was still holding your legs open, watching you intently as he gently licked the mess from your sensitive pussy.

“How’re you feelin’?” he rasped, only pausing from his ministrations to check in with you. You smiled sheepishly as you gave a pleased hum in reply, and he chuckled under his breath.

You laid like that for a few moments, silently basking in his attention as you caught your breath. But the longer you did, the more he started to tease you. The tip of his tongue dancing around your entrance without going in, swirling around your clit just enough to make you jolt, pausing every few moments to press sweet kisses to the inside of your thighs – which were now wet with your release.

And your traitorous body was acting of its own accord, clearly having decided that you were in no place to be taking the reins. Every intentional lick of his was met with an involuntary reaction from you, husky groans were met with weak moans, and his hand caressing your thigh was rewarded with another scratch of your fingernails across his scalp.

“Gonna be the death of me,” he murmured into your skin, taking another pause to litter kisses up the expanse of your leg. Bucky’s eyes finally met yours, and you took account of the lingering lust filling his gaze, followed by a cocky grin.

In those few seconds, you came to the realization that he wasn’t done with you. Not by a long shot.

When his thick fingers began massaging your folds, your eyes shut as your head hit the pillow, clenching around nothing as the feeling hit you. There hadn’t been time to recover from your first climax thanks to Bucky’s careful attention, and your pussy was very reactive to even the slightest of his touches.

You didn’t imagine it took long for him to coat his fingers in your juices, but when he slowly pushed one finger inside your puffy walls, you were still surprised at how effortless he’d done it. And if the groan he let out was any indication, it had taken him by surprise as well.

“So wet for me, sweets,” he whispered, and when you managed to lift your head enough to look at him, you found his eyes trained on your pussy, watching in awe as he began to pump his finger in and out of you. It was making you squirm, the feeling too much and not enough all at the same time.

“I can’t- Buck, I need-” you whimpered, unsure how to communicate the intensity of what you were feeling. But before you could try to get any other word out he managed to read your mind, perfectly tuned in to your body as he inserted one more finger, and your jaw fell open at the stretch.

“There you go baby, doin’ so good for me.” The words had barely left his lips before he was leaning down again, and you cried out when he was licking at your clit, never slowing the rhythm of his digits.

The more you squirmed, the harder he sucked on your clit, his tongue circling the bundle of nerves when you started to get too still for his liking. The more you moaned in unintelligible pleasure, the faster he fucked you on his fingers. He was keeping you in a toe curling fog of euphoria, not allowing you a moment's rest before he was igniting new waves of ecstasy through your tired body.

You were still riding the high of your last orgasm when the overwhelming amount of stimulation sent you hurtling towards a second climax. You didn’t even have the time to realize you were approaching it before it hit you like a tidal wave. Only held open by one of his strong hands, your legs snapped shut around his head – which earned a growl that you swore you felt through your veins – the tingling in your body like an electric shock as your jaw dropped, letting out a loud whine.

For a moment, everything was a haze. The world beyond your eyelids was a cloud, foggy sounds dancing around your ears, and you felt vague sensations through your body that you knew you couldn’t count on being able to decipher. For that moment, even before your rapid heartbeat and labored breaths had a chance to reach your consciousness, your mind was peacefully blank of everything but Bucky.

And that’s exactly who brought you out of your trance, your breathing hard as you came back down to earth, and you were only just becoming aware of the feeling of emptiness as he spoke gently.

“You still with me, pretty girl?” You used all of your willpower to be able to open your eyes and look down at him, seeing a handsome smile spread across his face. “There she is,” he sighed, and you smiled back bashfully.

“There I am,” you murmured, and Bucky gave a breathy chuckle. Then he was crawling up your body again, nothing but tenderness in his eyes as he held your gaze, arms sliding underneath your tired body to hold you close while he hovered above you.

“How’d I do?” he asked playfully, and when you gave a very enthusiastic hum in agreement, he laughed again before leaning down to press his lips to yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue, and the images of him devouring you flashed across the back of your eyelids, sending a new chill down your spine.

He kissed you like that a few times, slow and gentle like he often did when he was trying to communicate all the emotions he didn’t know how to voice. He wasn’t trying to push you, or work you up for anything you weren’t ready for. He just wanted you.

He parted from your lips and gave a sweet kiss to your cheek before he nuzzled himself into the crook of your neck, your hands instinctively raising to rest on his back as you spoke.

“How long did we…?” You trailed off, and you felt him smile against your neck as he eased his right hand out from under you to glance at the very nice black and gold watch on his wrist – a parting gift from the Wakandan princess he’d told you once.

“Long enough that we took up the entire hour you stole from work,” he teased, wrapping himself back around you and giving you a tight squeeze. You, on the other hand, only groaned.

“That means we’re gonna have to get ready to go to Jay and Charlie’s soon,” you sighed in defeat as you started playing with his hair, wanting nothing more than to just cuddle up with your super soldier for eternity.

“What is it that we’re doing again?” You heard, muffled as he spoke into your skin. “I know you told me, but I was… preoccupied.” He pressed a light kiss to your neck as you remembered trying to tell him about the text you’d gotten from Charlie, being interrupted a handful of times when he would grab your face and cut you off with a kiss.

“They invited us over to their place for dinner and drinks so we could all catch up, since some of us have been missing Saturday nights at Morelli’s,” you answered pointedly. After kitchen makeouts that lasted longer than they should have and birthday trips to New York, you and Bucky had only made it to a handful of nights at the diner, and you were at risk of becoming notorious for ditching to do… other things at home.

“Were those her exact words?” he asked, and you giggled as you nodded in reply. “That’s- the diner is where we hang out, if some of us don’t make it, we wait until next week. We’re gonna be there tomorrow night anyway,” he defended, very much playing the part of the grumpy old recluse.

“Oh, okay… so you don’t want to see them?” He hesitated a moment before he answered, and you couldn’t help the knowing grin that crept onto your face.

“I didn’t say that,” he grumbled, shaking his head against you, tickling your skin with his nose. “They’re great, good people, we have a fun time… But maybe I don’t exactly want to have to share you so soon after you get home on Friday nights.”

“Buck, I’ve been home for an entire hour,” you giggled. “And we took advantage of it,” you added suggestively, and he smiled mischievously as his lips migrated down to your collarbone.

“Not long enough,” he husked, starting to press more kisses there. “How long until we need to leave?”

“Maybe another hour?”

“Perfect,” he sighed. Before you could question him, he sucked lightly on your neck, a gasp sneaking up out of you at the sensation. “Gives us just enough time to have a little bit more fun…” He laved over your skin with his tongue before placing a kiss there, leaning back so that he could look to you for your answer.

You wished you could have said yes. You really really did.

“If we start, you and I both know we won’t stop anytime soon, and I’ve still got to take a shower,” you reasoned, hoping you could communicate how much you wanted to keep going. But he read you like a book, like he always did, and his gaze softened as his eyes danced over your features.

“Then let’s get you that shower,” he grinned, and before you could process his statement he was already lifting you up into his arms, keeping your legs wrapped around his hips as he rose to his knees.

You laughed the whole way as he crossed your small bedroom, your practically naked body clinging to his equally exposed one. One hand cupped your ass and squeezed it playfully, and the other ran soothing patterns up your back as he walked you through the small apartment. When he walked into the bathroom, you were instantly pressed up against the wall. The hand that had been on your back was now cradling your jaw, the pad of his thumb brushing your cheek as he took a moment to admire you, running his tongue over his pink lips.

He leaned in to kiss you again, physically unable to hold himself back. You should have been disappointed in your lack of self-control, but it was so hard to be mad at how good it felt when you kissed him back. Especially when he was pressing you further into the wall behind you, his hips coming into very close contact with yours, allowing you to feel the erection that was still very present beneath his boxers.

You gave an experimental roll of your hips, delighted by the grunt that escaped him in response. His hands were quick as they flew to your waist, inching up to slide under the black lace that was still covering your breasts, and you wasted no time in lifting your hands so that he could delicately slide the material off of your body.

But when you expected him to lean in to continue kissing you, he stayed back. His hands traveled down to your thighs, easing your legs from around his waist to set you gently on the floor. His fingers dipped underneath the thin band of your thong, dropping to his knees before you as he started sliding the material down your legs. And you had never felt so treasured, so adored as when he took each of your ankles in his hands, and gently slid the lingerie off of each foot before returning them back to the tile floor.

When he stood back up to his full height, he only left you with a chaste kiss to your lips before he pulled away again, moving towards the shower to start turning on the water. And while goosebumps appeared on your skin, no longer having his warm body to heat you, he did leave you with a nice view. Back muscles sculpted by an artist, muscular legs that stood strong and steady, and his boxers only helped accentuate his ass, tempting that little goblin voice in the back of your head that wanted to reach out and smack it…

He turned around after having tested the water, smiling sweetly as he took your face in his hands, kissing your cheek. “D’you want me to go set your clothes out while you get showered?” he asked, and you scrunched your nose in disappointment.

“You’re not gonna come with me?” His brows shot up on his head and he swallowed hard, clearly not having expected that question. “My legs are so shaky, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand up by myself,” you whined playfully, your cheap trick at least earning you a grin.

He let out a breath in exasperation as he debated his answer. “You’re trouble,” he whispered, and you only giggled in response. “Alright, c’mon.”

You were maybe a little bit too giddy when you kissed him excitedly, reaching for his hand to try and pull him behind you as you scurried up to the shower. Bucky stood rooted to the spot, and when you turned to ask why, he was grinning as he cocked one eyebrow up in question.

“My legs are shaky, I can’t stand up by myself,” he taunted, and you scoffed as you tried to come up with another excuse.

“I- just for a few steps, thank you very much,” you shot back, and he laughed as he let your hand go.

“Go on,” he smiled, nodding towards the shower. “I’ll follow after you.” You looked at him for another moment, taking note of his almost antsy manner, and it probably shouldn’t have taken you so long to realize your request came with another first….

Those boxers were coming off.

You smiled sweetly as you turned to step through the sliding door into the shower, thoughts swarming your head about what was about to happen. Was he nervous? Was he eager? Was he big?

Stop it.

As you got settled underneath the warm stream of water, your legs began to tremble beneath you – both with anticipation of what was coming, but also from exertion. Your body was just barely managing to keep you upright with all the … exercise.

There was enough of a pause that you began to wonder what to do with yourself. You could only see a vague shape of him from the other side of the pebbled glass, but it wasn’t enough to be able to determine what he might be doing – or wearing, for that matter. You didn’t want to start washing yet, wanting to at least preserve your makeup until he had a chance to get in and get… situated. Instead you waited patiently, if not awkwardly, as the water beat against your chest.

Your heart almost leapt out of your chest when you heard him slide the shower door back just enough to let himself in, and you could feel the presence of his large frame entering the small space behind you.

Before you even had a moment to overthink anything, you felt him run his knuckles up your spine, and you shivered despite his warm touch. He fit both of his hands around your waist, his firm grip kneading your muscles as they wandered soothingly up your body. He slid them around your middle before leaning closer, kissing your shoulder before tucking into the crook of your neck.

Then his chest met your back. His broad shoulders crowded around yours, his body caging you in and wrapping you up in his body heat… and his boner rested against the small of your back as he closed in around you.

Fuck… this wasn’t going to be a quick shower.

“Hi” his deep voice broke the silence. You hummed in amusement as you leaned into him, resting one hand over his and lifting the other to play with the stubble on his jaw.

“Hi,” you lilted back, capable of little else. You rested your head against his shoulder, and you soaked up the feeling of having him so close to you, tangled in each other. It was domestic, peaceful even.

Except for the fact that you were already working yourself up again with his dick pressed into your back.

“I uh, I just want to say that this isn’t- I’ve been like this since before you got home, so…” he started, nudging the tip of his nose into your skin, and couldn’t help the smile that rose to your cheeks. “We can just ignore it, I don’t want you to think that… I- it’ll go away eventually.”

“Bucky, have you been hard for over an hour?” you asked, your voice smooth and silky. You couldn’t help yourself… He nodded gently as he continued kissing your neck, sucking lightly just under your jaw.

“I found that string and I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured, and you could feel your already swollen center start lighting up again, slick with another round of arousal.

“Why didn’t we do anything about it?” you asked seductively, leaning back and rolling your hips to try and rub up against him. His grip tightened on you – which meant that you had accomplished exactly what you tried to – and he stood back up to his full height, keeping you close to his chest as he looked down at you with a cocked brow.

“I’m sorry, what do you think we’ve been doing?” he sassed, and you scoffed.

“That was just for me, you didn’t get anything out of it,” you retorted, but where you expected him to agree with you, he only grinned.

“I would beg to differ,” he whispered, bringing goosebumps to your skin. The thought of him getting off on eating you out, rutting into the mattress while he had his head between your legs…

You turned in his grasp so you could wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your wet, naked bodies together as you pulled him down for a kiss. You could tell you’d caught him by surprise, but he was quick to catch up to your hungry advances, and you let him in the second his tongue licked at your lips. As your mouths moved together desperately, your bodies did as well, your hips rocking against him as the weight of his erection pressed into your stomach.

His hands gripped your hips firmly again, pulling you with him as he took a step back, leaning against the back wall of your small shower. Your legs slotted together, intertwining with his as the two of you got as close to each other as physically possible, putting most of your weight in his hands.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, taking a moment to calm his heavy breathing before he spoke. “I thought you said we didn’t have time for anything else,” he breathed, the blue of his eyes only a thin rim surrounding his lust-blown pupils. You shrugged your shoulders in response, and he grinned as he shook his head. “We’re gonna be late,” he reasoned.

“They can wait for us, they’ll manage,” you countered, sliding one hand from around his neck and trailing down the planes of his body. Over his large pecs – which, with your remaining willpower, you did not smack – and down the hard ridges of his abs. “You’ve waited long enough.” His eyelids fluttered as he watched your hand move across his body, and when you looked down to meet his gaze, you probably should have been embarrassed by the sound that left you.

Bucky was big.

His cock was long and thick, enough that you knew it would be a comfortably wonderful stretch, and his uncut tip was practically begging for attention. You took your time bringing the hand that had explored his body to his shaft, giving him plenty of time to stop you, but he simply watched as you wrapped your fingers just beneath his head to pull away the foreskin.

Bucky took a sharp breath as you revealed the red, leaking tip, swollen with his need for release. Your gaze snapped up to his face when he did, taking great pleasure in watching his eyes shut, his head softly hitting the shower wall as you brushed your thumb under the sensitive spot below his head.

“Shit,” he sighed, sending heat directly to your core. “That feels- fuck, that feels good.” You smiled sweetly at his words, leaning in to attach your lips to his collarbone to press soft kisses there, collecting some of his precum on your thumb to spread down the length of him.

You started your slow movements, the silky skin of his cock slid through your fingers easily with the help of his arousal, but his hands were restless. The warm hand at your hip was roaming your skin, unsure of where to go while the vibranium of his left hand found your breasts and squeezed. You gasped in response as he let out a long groan, encouraging you to speed up your pace.

You were enchanted by the sounds he was making, his deep voice impossibly sexier when it was laced with blissful pleasure. You twisted your wrist as your grip moved up and down his length, eliciting even more of a reaction out of the super soldier as you worked his erection with careful attention, his rumbling moans as good an indication as any that you were making him feel just as good as when he was devouring you not too long ago.

Bucky’s restless hands continued wandering, his left one now grabbing you behind your neck after massaging your breasts, and lifting you head up so that he could look at you. His right hand slipped around the curve of your ass, using his grip as leverage to pull you closer, and slamming his pink lips against yours again. His tongue danced with yours while his rough hand explored you, traveling lower to wrap your leg around his hip, trailing down the inside of your thigh when he was confident that you weren’t going anywhere.

The hand on his dick stopped momentarily when he slipped one thick finger through your folds, your walls immediately clenching around him. You let out a whimper and he swallowed the sound as he pumped his finger inside you, doing your best to keep jerking him off… But when he pushed a second finger through your slick, you involuntarily tightened your grip, causing him to break the kiss with a grunt.

“It’s been so long, I don’t- shhhhit, I’m not gonna last,” he whined, eliciting another hum as you brushed your thumb over his tip.

“It’s okay, baby,” you assured, using the arm draped around his neck – keeping you upright as he continued fucking you on his fingers – to rub soothing patterns into his skin, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Just relax, Buck, tell me what you need.”

“I- just faster, please.”

You gripped his cock a little tighter and did exactly as he asked, speeding up your pace and being sure to hit that sweet spot just under his swollen head. The faster you went, the faster he pumped his fingers into you, and after cumming on his tongue twice, it wasn’t going to take long for him to get you there again.

He smashed his lips into yours once more, but you were so drunk on each other that neither of you could manage much more than lingering kisses as you put all of your focus in getting the other off. Grunts, whines, moans, and whimpers of pleasure floated like music around you, unsure of who made what sound. His fingers reached that spot inside you that made you see stars, and you switched to short and fast strokes at his tip.

“Honey, I’m- I-” he warned, his cock throbbing in your hand.

“Cum with me, James,” you whispered, clinging to him like your life depended on it.

He pumped his fingers a little bit faster, you matched his pace, and with a few more strokes both of you were gone. This third climax hit you softer than the other ones, your body only having so much left to give, but it allowed you to watch in awe as the man in your hands fell apart.

Bucky let out a choked cry, his hands stilling inside of you as he rested his forehead against yours, eyes shut tight as he let the sensations consume him. You slowed your hands and kept your fingers circled around his head, prolonging his climax as you leaned forward enough to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss as you rode out your highs together. His dick pulsed in your hand as he shot ropes of cum over your hand and across his heaving chest, a low satisfied hum vibrating through him as the tension left his large frame.

When his spend trickled down at his tip, he slumped against the wall, inadvertently taking you with him. You let go of his already softening dick to cling to his shoulders as you fell into his hold, his fingers sliding out of your tired pussy to wrap his arms around your middle and hold you close.

“We should have done that in New York,” he breathed, making you laugh as you rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the vibration of his amusement through his chest.

“You could have carried me to the shower with you, I would have been more than willing,” you lilted, placing barely there kisses across the base of his neck.

He squeezed you a little bit tighter. “Ohhh don’t tease me like that right now,” he warned. “I’ve discovered the serum gave me a uh… a very quick recovery time. We don’t exactly have time for another round,” he explained, and you had a hard time keeping a straight face at his predicament.

“Oh, but it’s so tempting,” you teased, and when you lifted your head up off of his shoulder you were met with a stern glare. “Alright I won’t… Bit of a blessing and a curse, I take it?”

“Apparently,” he huffed indignantly, rolling eyes as you hummed in amusement. You gave him one more kiss on the cheek before standing back up on your own two feet, and his eyes watched you carefully.

“Well, we’re gonna be super late as it is, let’s not give them too much satisfaction,” you muttered, earning you a cocked grin and a small amused huff. “C’mon, help me reach the shampoo and I’ll wash your hair,” you offered, watching his face soften at your request before he gripped you tight and stood to his full height.

He wasn’t wrong about a quick recovery, already practically back to normal as he walked you back into the stream of hot water. And even though you’d been through more orgasms in the last hour or so than you’d ever had in a single day – at least with a man’s assistance – you wanted to live in this sweet moment for the rest of time. Savoring the feeling of holding him close, being so intimate with each other as you lathered soap into his skin, and relishing in his firm touches as he washed your back.

Showering with Bucky was definitely going on the list of things to start doing more often. That, and a few other things…

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#im beside myself rn #about to reread this a million times #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #james barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #neighbors #neighbors series #neighbor!bucky

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secondgenerationnerd · 1 year

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"it's a twin thing" for Jay and Irey😊

Sorry you said “Titans/Omega Game Night”, right?

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It’s all Mar’i’s fault. She’s the one that suggested for this game night it be siblings groups against sibling groups. And being the intelligent princess she is, she hit just enough egos to make it happen.

The Only Children worked as referees during Scategories, Cards against Humanity, and, finally, Taboo over the four groups.

The Batsiblings that showed up—Cassandra, Jason, Dick, Tim, Damian, and Duke—could be a ruthless team…when they weren’t busy fighting over rules and who’s right. Their competitive nature would be their down fall for sure.

The SuperBrothers—Jon, Kon, and Chris—bicker almost as much as the Bats, if more about each other than the games. If it wasn’t for the prize of bragging rights over Bats, they’d probably be worse off.

The Reyes siblings worked nearly seamlessly together, really just using the time to mess with the other groups. As Jaime’s husband, Bart had joined their group. There was confusion when Jaime and Milagro slipped into Spanish, leaving Bart out on accident.

Last but not least…the twins. With as often as they bicker day to day, the other teams thought they were easy contenders. After all, there’s only two of them.

With the points being cumulative, the twins were behind the Bats by 21 points. All that’s left is their round in Taboo. Cassie sits beside Irey, buzzer in hand to catch any slip up.

“Alright, Ires,” Jai points between them, “Let’s show these amateurs how wombmates do it.”

“Ready?” Mar’i’s finger hovers over the start button, “And….Go!”

Irey flips the first card over and—

“Star Wars Prequels!”

“Flop!”

Flip

“Book!”

“Genre!”

Flip

“Lian!”

“Snack!”

Another flip and a snort from his girlfriend.

“DAD!”

“NERD!”

That continues for two minutes, the twins going at normal speed, wracking up more points until—

“Time!” Mar’i calls, doing little to hide her smile, “How many’s that, Damian?”

She says it so sweetly, it could be seen as genuine, but she’s got that mischievous glint in her eyes.

Damian grits his teeth as he counts, “…22…”

“Absolutely not!” Tim slaps his hand down, “I demand a redo!”

The twins glance at each other. Though fraternal, they get identical smiles on their faces. Irey turns to the other sibling groups, “Okay. You choose a word. If Jai can give me a clue, max 3 words, we win. Deal?”

After a small conference, they all nod. Irey leaves the room as the word is scribbled down. Jai looks it over and snorts, “Really?”

“Yes really!”

“Your loss.” Jai hands the paper back to Kon, and waits for his sister to sit back down. “Alright, sissy, this one’s for ultimate bragging rights.”

The Bats watch the twins microexpressions, the Supers listen to their heartbeats. Neither twin does or says anything for a second. A loped sided grin forms on Jai’s face.

“Second grade trauma.”

Irey’s eyes sparkle, “SEUSSICAL THE MUSICAL!”

“FUCK YEAH!” The twins jump into the air, arms flying in victory. Dancing around the defeated groups, the pair start to chant.

“WOMBMATES! WOMBMATES! WOMBMATES!”

“They cheated!” Jaime shouts.

“No way could they get that!” Kon adds, “HOW DID YOU GET THAT?!”

“It’s a twin thing!” They say at the same time, still dancing around.

Lian leans over to Colin, “I’ve never been happier to be an only child.”

“I’ve never been happier to be an orphan.” He agrees with a snort, watching Mar’i laugh at her familiy’s faces. “Do I want to know how she got ‘Seussical’ from ‘second grade trauma’?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

#irey west #jai west #mar'i grayson #damian wayne #lian harper #milagro reyes #jon kent #colin wilkes #batsiblings #batfam #jaime reyes #bart allen #kon el #conner kent #chris kent #omega squad #titans

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minho-hoho · 2 years

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Insecurities

GENRE angst, slight fluff PAIRING bf!Jay x gn!reader WARNING none REQUESTED yes, 400 followers event WC 1.2k NOTE i finally got around to write it @mystic-luv!! sorry for making you wait so much 😭 i hope it satisfies u still 💖

you quietly sat down on your couch, waiting for your boyfriend to come home from work.

it had been a while since Jay had to work more, making it harder for the two of you to spend time with each other. and as a result, you had gotten closer with your friends.

you turned your tv on, hoping to find some interesting programs to watch until your boyfriend arrived, but unfortunately, nothing retained your attention for more than ten mere seconds. after having skipped countless of channels, you decided that your phone would be a better distraction. you unlocked your screen a message popped up from one of your friends, Hyunbin. your face lit up and you opened the notification. he was asking if you two could call each other as he was incredibly bored. you accepted as you were in the same situation as him, and he was your closest friend.

you talked and talked, never getting tired of each other. it wasn't until you felt someone sitting next to you that you noticed that Jay had come home from work. he wasn't pleased with the situation so you quickly hung up and directed all your attention to him.

“hey!” you said smiling as Jay frowned.

“who was that?” he asked coldly, catching you off guard.

“hm? it's just a good friend of mine.” you informed him, but he still didn't look convinced.

he did notice how you had gotten closer and closer to your friends, ever since he started working more, and he noticed how you were always talking to one person in particular, making him jealous, but he never mentioned it, feeling guilty that he had to work so often.

“if you say so...”

you picked up on the doubtful expression on his face but decided to not bring it up.

some days passed and you had a need to go out for a breather. it was staring to get dark outside so going out alone wasn't your preferred option. you hit up Hyunbin, who gladly accepted to take a walk around town with you.

as the lights brightly illuminated the streets, you found a street food stand. you both chose before going back to walking, all while enjoying your delicious food.

you hadn't really noticed the time flying by and how late it had gotten. it was only when Jay approached you while you were with Hyunbin that you realised how long you were outside for.

Jay shot a death glare at the both you before snatching you away from him. he politely excused the two of you from him before dragging you home. no words were shared during the walk home.

only a few words were spoken when you got home. you didn't dare to speak, the tension in the air being too heavy.

you had picked up on how Jay didn't like you talking and hanging out with Hyunbin. but you couldn't stop talking to who you considered your best friend. and thus, you started being more careful around Jay, hiding your conversations with Hyunbin, only hanging out when Jay was at work. but all of this made grow resentment inside of you, and you started to get further away from your boyfriend.

tension between the two of you started to grow, and arguments were getting more and more frequent. making resentment grow more inside of you and Jay get more insecure.

he couldn't help but think you were falling out of love with him and probably cheating on him with Hyunbin. he had the gut feeling that you were hiding things from him, but he was to scared to find out what it was, scared of losing you forever.

one day, his curiosity and insecurities got the best of him and he looked through your phone. his heart dropped as he saw the message syou shared with Hyunbin. how the both of you went out recently how you were planning to do so again, how much fun you had, the love and affection the two of you seemed to have was making his heart shatter. he couldn't handle looking at the messages any more and put the phone back where he found it.

a wave of sadness hit him, but it quickly turned into anger as he saw you joining him on the sofa.

“we need to talk.” he said as you sat down, making your heart skip a beat.

“y/n. tell me, are you cheating on me?” he asked not wasting a second, your eyes widened, gobsmacked by this question. how could he think you'd do such a thing to him?

“what? what type of nonsense is this?” you spoke, not believing he'd ever suspect you of doing something of the sort.

“just answer me, y/n.” he looked at you harshly. you gulped before promptly answering him.

“no! of course not! what makes you think that?” you asked worried.

“do you still love me? are you in love with Hyunbin?” you were so shocked by his questions that you had a hard time processing them, much more answering them. after a minute or so of silence, Jay spoke up again.

“why are you not answering me? is it that i'm saying the truth?” you shook your head vigorously, your heart pounding in your chest.

Jay sighed and took your phone in his hand, “then what is this?” he asked showing the messages between you and Hyunbin. you were mouth agape but you denied everything.

“it's not what you think it is! we're just friends. i love you and only you.” you tried assuring him, feeling your throat close up.

“then what's all this? why were you hiding all of this from me?” he questioned, sounding angrier.

“- because i was scared you'd be mad at me for talking to him...

- because you're cheating on me with him? aren't you?” he tightened his fist and clenched his jaw.

“no! no, i just noticed how you didn't like him and i figured it'd be better if i hid it from you, to not make you mad at me, or break up with me...” you tried explaining feeling the tears coming out.

Jay sat up, wanting to go and take a walk, and think about this whole situation but you grabbed his arm firmly.

“please...” you begged, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, “please, don't go. i promise you, i'm not cheating on you, i never will. i only love you and always will.” you held onto his arms and cried on his sleeve. he couldn't look at you, afraid he will also start to cry.

he sighed once more, and wiggled out of your hold, “i need to go. i need to think about all of this.” and with that, he left the house, and you sobbing.

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crumbleclub · 1 year

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Out of curiosity, would you be interested in talking more about what your oc Jay Afton thinks about William, and about what William saw in Jay that made him look up to his uncle and even replicate some of Jay's tendencies in his own way?

If not, then: free space, use this ask as an opportunity to rant about whatever u want :)

Literally the most interested, though Jay might be less my oc and more of like. A rental. He's on lease idk

Jay's initial impression of William was: baby. This is baby.

And like, he was.

Jay didn't meet William as a newborn, though; he and his brother were estranged for several years. This actually didn't have all that much to do with their relationship growing up; Jay was definitely less likely to go looking for his brother for that reason, but William's father sort of cut all ties with everyone at some point as a young adult and just sort of disappeared. By the time Jay ran across him again, his brother was married, living in a small, but steadily growing, rural community, and father to a small child. William would have been just turning four at the time.

William already had problems. They weren't like anything Jay had seen before, but he could tell that something was wrong. William didn't seem to understand danger; he'd go and talk to any stranger on the street just as quickly as he would family or friends. Jay had to stop the boy from walking off with strangers several times, and he got the impression that no one had ever stopped him from doing so before. The strangers generally didn't seem to have ill intent– many either seemed to try and shoo him away, or had been genuinely convinced that he was lost and needed help– but it was still dangerous, and, no matter how often Jay said it, William didn't seem to get it. When scolded for doing something wrong, the boy just smiled.

William took to his uncle quickly, hugging his legs while he was still introducing himself. This immediately struck up a protective instinct in Jay, because something about it was just off. Was the boy getting so little attention at home that he went looking for it everywhere? He didn't know. He wasn't any kind of doctor.

Jay was a confident man. Some fear lingered around his brother– William's father was a very emotional man with a quick and violent temper, even when they'd been young– but he never backed down entirely. Once or twice, Jay's brother tried to smack him around again in adulthood– or William's mother, in his presence– and ended up nursing a bloody nose of his own for his efforts. Missed payments could turn violent for those that owed Jay, too, though he tried to hide that side of his life from William.

The boy would often hide to watch.

He was cunning, too; he managed to turn that village into at least a town with his new, bustling pub, which he'd started on dubious contracts that always left him with far more benefit than the sucker who'd signed him on. It was shady, but it worked, and his money was often what fed William when his parents disappeared for days or ignored him or went after him for "wasting their food" by eating it.

William wanted to be strong, like that. He wanted to hurt anyone who even thought about hurting him, worse than they ever could, and he wanted to build a city from the ground up the way his uncle did. He wanted to be noticed and respected; a community pillar. He wanted to have food in plenty, and be able to eat what he wanted when he wanted, rather than scrounging around for scraps in empty cabinets like a rat. He wanted a smile that would make people agree to anything, and he wanted to strike fear into the hearts of those that crossed him. Uncle Jay had all of these things.

William changed, as he got older. He was less terrifyingly open with strangers– which Jay thought was a good thing– though he was still charismatic. He seemed to develop a need for control beyond what was normal, though, not that his uncle knew how to intervene.

There were a lot of other things Jay heard, too. He immediately deemed them untrue.

His sweet nephew, who still rushed to hug him in greeting, even in his teen years, had nothing to do with what had happened to the neighbourhood cats. It had been birds of prey, or foxes, or something. It had been an accident when he'd knocked another child down the well, and, after all, the child had survived without any irreversible injury. The boy's little experiments were cute, and Jay was sure that he wouldn't test anything toxic on a living thing. He was sure.

#fnaf #jay afton #oc: jay afton #fnaf oc #william afton #mike's actual writing #cw abuse #cw neglect #cw animal injury #tw animal abuse #tw animal death

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veronica-17-hood · 2 years

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- fluff w/ brief angst & nsfw

jason believes in soulmates.

jason is only ever gentle with you but even then that’s hard.

he’s used to fast pace and lots of yelling, hitting and screams from people he loved and people he despises.

but you made him look at everything differently, like when your around he can only see things through rose colored glasses.

he loves to play with your hair and give you lots of very small, feather like kisses (he’s not the biggest fan of heavy make outs, he likes just slow and soft), he enjoys tracing shapes on your hips when he holds you by them, he loves when you hold his arm tightly in crowds instead of his hands (he feels like it’s more intimate & he thrive on intimacy).

yes, sometimes he isn’t so soft with relationship things, sometimes when he’s had a bad day he feels like the only way to validate himself is sex with you, rough and fast. but he doesn’t like rough and fast with you. sex has always been a very fragile subject, one that he really only ever explored seriously with you.

before you it was all just something he thought would make him happy or calm him down, but it never did. it only ever made him feel like shit for using your body like a play thing and just moving on to do his next thing.

but with you it’s different, it wholesome and not sec but love.

that’s another thing, he doesn’t say he ‘i love you’ often, he shows it instead.

he brings you a book he saw you eyeing, the shirt or dress he saw you starting longingly at on the window that you pass to get to your shared apartment. he brings you your favorite ice cream when he knows you had a rough day at work or when he knew you would be waiting up for him after patrol, which was 99% of the time. he loves to cook for you, has you sitting on the counter and talking about your day at work, loving the drama that comes with the work friends and managers. his eyes light up when he hears your voice and he swears he didn’t (but he totally did) cry when you asked him to find a new place with him together. he loves to have lazy sunday’s and read books and take baths. he loves to watch you yell at the tv when watching trash tv, which he enjoyed just as much. he rarely brings you flowers but when he does, they are your favorite or sunflowers because well your his light and sunflowers always turn towards the light. (he turns to you… i’m blushing bye) he does everything to SHOW you he loves you because even though he read full libraries, he was never any good with words.

he absolutely loves when you call him pet names or any name that isn’t his full name. he loves bubba or bubs, he thrives when you call him baby, but he swears his heart flips when you just look at him and call him jay with such a loving look in your eyes he wishes it never ends.

but of course it does and of course he blames himself.

he doesn’t like having you see his wounds or in pain so sometimes when he comes home from patrol he climbs into your window and hide in the bathroom, which ends with you yelling and banging at the door and him, much to his dismay, yelling back insulting he is fine.

he’s not used to someone caring about him the way you do, with such love that just seems to be a river, always flowing and never dry, so he doesn’t always know how to react.

sometimes you’ll have an attitude or call him out on his shit and he feels like he’s back on the streets. he yells back and goes into survival mood. he never gets close to you when you both start yelling at each other, not because he thinks he’s going to hit you because he never will but because he wants to be as far from you and close to the exit as possible because he never wants you to walk out.

after fights or annoyances he tends to just lay his head in your lap or lay flat between your legs, head resting on your stomach as a way of saying he’s sorry, a way of really saying he loves you and he’s back to his broken down and open self, your jay.

the first real fight happened after you met the wayne’s. you had long since known about red hood and bruce being batman and all of his brothers and sisters being a version of robin and you had no issue with that, so why jason thought you would have an issue with his normal reality based family that lived in a big house and had it’s fair share of issues was beyond you.

you instantly got on with everyone, even bruce who was interested in what you did for work and how intelligent you spoke of every subject you were conversing on. the rest of the boys thought the same of you and cass had a great love for you and even hugged you as soon as she saw you could sign, something you learned when you were a child and your grandpa lost his hearing.

damian actually took a liking to you right away and rarely left your side the rest of the night. he just knew you were good and to be far he was reminded of himself in you and that almost worried him. but as the night went on he realized the reason why he saw himself in you was because you had a big heart hidden behind a scared shell of someone you need to be, not who you were, and damian felt like that everyday when he was anywhere but the manor or as robin. and let’s just say he didn’t know why you felt the need to not act like your self because he didn’t understand the idea of having to impress someone’s family.

jason noticed this too but brushed it off, he was just as nervous as you were, you were the only abs last girl he ever brought home and he wanted to make sure everyone knew you were the one he was going to marry.

but that night dick’s gaze last a little longer on you than jason and you would have liked. dick was on the outs his girlfriend at the time and was lonely to say the least, and he was much like damian who never left your side that night but a part of him couldn’t understand if he liked you like a future sister in law or as something else, for everyone’s sake he and you and jay hoped it was the latter.

back to the reason the fight occurred, jason was insecure, dick was better than him in every way or so he was made to feel that way. he sulked the whole night when you got back home, he grunted and huffed, and when you went behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing kisses on his scarred beautiful back when he snapped.

he slammed his hands on the counter and yelled and yelled and yelled. he spun around, forcing you back to the bathroom wall staring at him with wide eyes and tears welling. the rest of the fight was a blur but it did end with you grabbing your purse and shoes and going to your parents without a word. jay was a mess, crying, screaming, lots of shots fired as red hood that night, but the issue was fixed the next day, thankfully.

since then less and less fights, more and more laughs.

he’s your protector.

he’s your love.

he’s your sun.

and you, well you are his, all his.

you are his one exception for being gentle.

you are his sun.

you are his reason for love, self love, other love, all love.

you are his soulmate.

he plans on marrying you one day.

his darling,

his sweetheart,

his sunflower.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #jason todd fluff #batfam au #batfam #soulmates #sunflower #true love #damian wayne #dick grayson #angst with a happy ending #love

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hereforhalstead · 3 years

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Period Pains

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Nope! Just fancied some soft!Jay

• Warnings: pure fluff besties

• Summary: Jay looks after you as you experience a rough period, unlike anything you’ve felt before.

• Words: 2482.

• A/N : When I tell you this is the ugliest thing I’ve ever written lmao. I’m so weak for soft!Jay at the moment and had just came on my period when i started this a few weeks ago.. I have a few ongoing requests at the moment that I’m working on, promise I’m not ignoring them but I just don’t want to post them until I’m happy with them!

Hope you enjoy!

You notice the bed beside you dip with Jay’s weight as he joins you, fresh from the shower as you feel the heat radiating from him. You attempt to shift and face him, craving the feeling of having your head against his chest with the rhythm of his heartbeat soothing you to sleep. You wince as a cramp hits your stomach, slinging your arm across your stomach as a natural reflex for when the wave of pain arises.

Jay places a hand on the edge of your shoulder, gripping round your skin as he moves your hair to one side to place a delicate kiss to the exposed shoulder blade “Stay facing that way, I’ll be able to rub your stomach” he whispers into the nape of your neck and causing a shiver to run down your spine at the softness of his words.

You happily do as you’re told, still in somewhat of a half consciousness as you doze in and out of sleep with the thought of knowing he was there beside you helping the pain drift away.

“Life your hips for me baby” he softly demands, encouraging you to lift your side for just a few seconds to allow him to slip his arm under you to rest a hand on your stomach “You’re burning up” he tuts, removing the hot water bottle you had pressed against you and placing it on the the other side of the bed “Don’t want you getting too warm, you’ll make yourself ill”.

His firm tone made your heart flutter, he always had your best interests at heart and made the smallest of actions seem natural to him. You’d happily let yourself curl up under a blanket with a hot water bottle until you were burning hot but it would always leave you feeling faint and you’d end up cooling off in a cold bath or shower which really defeated the object..

You laid in a comfortable silence with Jay, cursing under your breath as another wave of pain hit "Why am I a girl” you mocked, digging your head further into your pillow as some form of distraction. Jay would take it in his stride, dropping a kiss to your back and chuckling as you swear under your breath to take your mind off the intense cramps.

The motion of Jay rubbing his hand softly over your stomach didn’t stop, you expected it to after a while but it never did. He was constantly tracing shapes across your skin, running his fingernails back and forth under your shirt and laughing as you occasionally flinched if it tickled. Whether it was a placebo affect or not, the cramps would ease under his touch and helped you get a brief moment of sleep.

You awoke just under an hour later to an empty bed, turning over to see the covers thrown back and Jay’s side of the bed vacant made your heart sink. He was the one helping you through this and even though the painkillers had kicked in, you still missed him just being beside you.

You would often be the first one up in the mornings, heading to the gym before work or just wanting to be awake to make him a morning coffee meant you weren’t used to being in bed alone. He was always there with you, even when you teased him for how long the pair of you would spend in bed on your days off, you loved it and wouldn’t want it any other way.

In replacement of Jay’s hand, you must’ve reached for the hot water bottle in your sleep and that was a mistake. You were now sweating, the clothes clinging to your skin as it glistens with sweat, feeling clamy and gross wasn’t what you needed right now.

Trudging over to the bathroom and catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror was an instant regret, you were hunched to try and relieve the cramps, hair disheveled and your body was covered in red blotches from the hot water bottle. If you didn’t feel horrendous before, you did now.

You always worried in your relationship that you weren’t good enough for Jay, he woke up and looked perfect, would finish an intense workout and look like a sports model or even concentrating on some paperwork he would look flawless and here you were looking the complete opposite.

You let out a deep sigh, running your fingers through your hair in some attempt to regain a sense of decency but there was no point. Your feelings were being intensified from your period and leaving you feeling worse than ever, wanting to curl up in bed and cry was seeming most appealing but before you can enjoy a good ole pity cry you hear the keys turning in the lock.

Quickly wiping the tears from your face and using Jay’s tshirt that you were currently wearing to try and remove the stains from your cheek was useless, you panicked. Jay seemed to have unnatural ability to tell when you’re not feeling yourself, and this is no exception. Just from taking one look at you he’d be able to tell you were upset and you didn’t want that to be the case, you’d already had a pity day and the last thing he needed was to see you were feeling worse.

You chugged some water that he had left on the side and took another glance at yourself in the mirror, the red blotches had made their way to your neck so were now much more visible and your normal cheery smile was no where to be seen.

“Baby?” you hear Jay call out, rustling around with some bags in the kitchen before making his way over to the room you shared. You were sat on the edge of the bed with your arms folded across your stomach, leant forward in pain as you rested your head on your knees.

His heart pulled at the sight, you were in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. He prided himself on always doing whatever he could to help you in any given situation and not being able to take away the hurt was killing him. He’d helped you through many periods in the past but this was the worst one by far, you’d be able to take some paracetamol and carry on but this was defeating you.

You barely had a chance to respond before you heard the footsteps getting louder as he made his way towards you, letting out a deep sigh as he sees you scrunched over in pain. The noise of bags rustling comes to a stop as he crouches down in front of you, resting his hand on the back of your neck and the other on your knee to hold himself steady as he balances.

“What happened baby?” his smooth voice was music to your ears, he didn’t even have to do anything and he was already soothing you more than you ever could. You sniffed before bringing your attention onto him, watching as his eyes soften when he see’s the redness in your cheeks and the hurt in your gaze.

“Nothing” you lie through your teeth, already knowing he won’t fall for it but thinking it was worth a shot. Instead of giving you the normal ‘are you forgetting how well I know you?’ speech, he simply tilted his head to the side and lifted his hand to rest on the side of your face with a doting look “We’ll talk about it later”.

You were grateful for how well he knew you, knowing not to push you and that you weren’t in the mood to be interviewed like a suspect. Normally you loved it, thinking it was cute how he always craved to prove how well he knew you and could tell you were off just by a simple look but in doing this he knew best to leave it until you were ready.

“Did you have to go back to work?” you question, still absentmindidly leaning into Jay’s touch as he gently moves his thumb back and forth to caress your cheekbone. A simple shake of his head made you smile, you were secretly hoping you’d have him to yourself so when you awoke to the empty bed you just assumed he’d been called in.

You couldn’t hide the frown that formed as he removed his hand and stood in front of you, reaching for something on the bed as you stayed hunched over below him. “I got your favourite ice cream” he comments, holding the tub out to you with a grin spreading on his face as your eyes light up “I thought they stopped selling it?” you questioned, already peeling off the plastic from the lid.

“They did in our local, I asked around and drove to the only place they said still sells it” the pride in his voice was unlike anything you’d heard before as he carried on rummaging around the bag before pulling out 3 more tubs “Didn’t know how many you wanted so I stocked up” he chuckled, placing the tubs back into the bag and watching as you nibble round the edge of the container, too impatient to wait for a spoon.

“You don’t want these then?” you looked round to see him holding a family size bag of crisps, a handful of candy bars and even a box of your favourite instant hot chocolate that you used to have as a child. “How did you know” you probe, reaching for the box and examining the text.

Struggling to remember the last time you saw the packaging in a shop, let alone holding it in your hands. The box feeling so much smaller than it used to from when you were young, bounding to the cashier with 5 or 6 boxes to buy with your pocket money.

“On our first date we passed a shop that sold them and I’ll never forget the look on your face. You told me how your mum would always make you one if you were having a bad day and they’d always make you feel better” he smiled and could feel the tears brimming in your eyes.

You and Jay had been together nearly 8 months and he still remembered the tinist detail from your first date, something you had even forgotten about. A little remark you made as you passed the shop on the way back to the car park, not thinking much of it as who would remember about a box of instant hot chocolate that probably didn’t even taste good? Jay did.

“Get into bed and I’ll get some bowls for these” he collects the items and puts them back into the bag, his tone still gentle despite the excitement you knew he had inside from presenting you with everything you needed without being asked.

You shook your head, standing to wrap your arms around his torso. Nestling your head into his chest as you feel it vibrate from a silent laugh “I told you to get into bed baby” you felt the shivers run down your spine as he rested his hand on the back of your head, allowing his hand to roam up and down your back in a soft motion.

“What did I do to deserve you” you mumble into his chest, feeling him rest his head on top of yours as his hand settled on your lower back to push you further into him “So I did good?” you could practically hear the smirk on his lips, pulling back to examine the glowing grin peering back at you as his eyes glistened.

You reached to place a light kiss to his lips, a soft kiss that told him everything he needed to know “Are you gonna make me tell you to get into bed again?” he joked, tapping your back to retract yourself from him. Begrugingly you did so, already feeling the slight cold from the lack of contact you now craved from him.

Picking the bags up from the bed to pull back the blanket, you felt the weight of something still in the bottom. You opened the carriers to see what must’ve been atleast 5 boxes of different sanitary products rolling around in the bags “What’s this?” you asked, confused as to why he went out of his way to buy you the snacks but you never would’ve expected him to know what products to buy you, or atleast try and guess as you always joked about how little men knew about the whole thing.

“I didn’t know if you needed any” his voice was timid, reaching to rub the back of his neck with his hand which was a sign of nervousness you’d picked up on over the past few months . “Jay, how much do you think I bleed?” you were grateful to see the corners of his lips lift in a smile “Well, I realised I’ve never bought you any so I wanted to get a few so I had more of a chance of getting the right ones” he admitted, your hands falling to your sides as you allowed the bag to drop to the floor.

Your feet were bounding over to him before you could even think, all you wanted to do was throw your arms around him as you had no words for everything he had done. “I can’t believe how much I love you” your voice slightly cracked as you felt the lump rise to your throat, as much as Jay loved to care for you, you never would've expected this.

“I’m sorry I can’t take the pain away” you felt him plant a kiss to the top of your head, another one of his small guestures that made you week at the knees without him even knowing. “You’ve helped more than you’ll ever know” you smiled into him, cringing at your cheesy confession but knowing he loves to hear these things from you, adding to his ego of how well he looks after you.

You both stood in a comfortable silence, basking in each other presence with the simplicity of the background noises coming from the streets below. From someone looking on, the way you were standing probably didn’t look very comfortable. The way you were entangled together, your arms hanging from his neck as his moved around your body to press his fingertips in the various parts he knew you were probably feeling pain. When Jay finally breaks the silence, he mutters the words that at the moment sounded better than ‘i love you’ when they fell from his lips “Do you want some ice cream, baby?”

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iguana-eyanna · 2 years

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The Blood Within Us Chapter 9

Summary: Will the reader do whatever it takes to protect the ones she loves when tragedy hits the Wayne family? How far will the truth be tested when she realizes she’s not the only one with secrets of her own?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Pregnant Reader

Warning: accident, mentions of miscarriage (does not happen), antagonizing journalists (should it be a warning?), risk of health

The sun crept in the bedroom, making you frown as you flutter your eyes. For a second, you thought you were in the manor, basking in the warmth with your fiance.

But, you were just in your son's apartment.

Jason has been so patient with you, as this was the fifth day of crashing in his space. Even if he insisted that you can stay as long as you need to, your son needs to start living his life.

That's what you thought for all of them. Dick has been stopping by more often to check how you are, even bringing over your personal items. You get texts from Damian, checking how his little sibling is to take your mind off of things. Tim hasn't returned your calls, but you understood he needed some space after he learned of your lineage.

Keeping a secret like that was such a burden, no wonder why he's been losing sleep these past weeks.

Alfred rang you up a few times, apologizing in every call, but you reassured him that he did nothing wrong.

It was someone else who should be apologizing.

Bruce hasn't contacted you in any way. This was typical of him when something bad happens, always staying his distance until he's ready.

You push that thought aside as you get up from the bed, wanting to satisfy your hunger. You then start working on breakfast quietly as Jason was still sleeping on the couch.

With the groceries you got this week, you start making Jason's favorite breakfast you used to make when he was a kid: banana pecan pancakes.

The waft of the scent stirs Jason in his sleep as he shoots his head up to the kitchen.

"Is that what I think it is?" He asks.

You smile at him as you start placing the pancakes on the table.

"Your favorite! You better come over here before I eat them all." You joke.

He smiles brightly as he jumps from his lying position and runs fast into the kitchen. He gives you a side hug as he steals the first plate in your hand. You both laugh at his antics as you both made your way to sit at the small dining table.

"Where did Dick go? I almost made blueberry pancakes but his things were gone." You ask Jason as you took a bite of your food.

He gulps down his food to reply. "Said he was taking a jog around the block. But he says he can meet you for lunch at your work." You nod your head as you gulp down a glass of water.

"Speaking of work, I need to grab my phone. I lost it sometime last night. One of my designers sent some sketches to my email awhile ago and I need to view them quickly." Jason stops what he's doing and appears guilty.

"I haven't seen it." he says, clearly lying.

You give him a stern look, so you get up to search it yourself. Jason is hot at your tail till you see it hidden under scraps of discarded books on the small coffee table.

You turn to your son with your phone in your hand.

"Why did you hide my phone, Jay?" you ask.

He scratches the back of his neck, but he gives a defeated sigh.

"Some dumb blog has been writing about you and Bruce, and it's not really pretty. I didn't want it to upset you." He says.

You exhale as every time Bruce's name was called out, your heart broke a little.

"Let me be the judge of that, but you're right. I don't need some gossip site to tear me down than the mess I already am.

"You're not a mess, ma. You're still healing and that takes time. Don't think you owe anyone an apology for what you're feeling" You smile at him as you tussle his hair.

"How did you grow up so much?" you ask. He casually shrugs his shoulders.

"Guess I've been hanging around you and Alfred a lot. Go get ready, I'll get dressed so I could drop you to work."

You smile at him as you turned around to get dressed too. Once you're both prepared, you go down the stairs to where the car was parked.

After you both say goodbye in front of your work, you head towards your office. Work hit you without caution as you attended a meeting to plan for this year's fall and winter line. You begin walking back to your designers and attended international calls. Once your break starts, you head back to your office.

Feeling curious, you use your computer to search about that article Jason was talking about. You felt disgusted how the paparazzi took photos of you without you knowing while you were doing errands. But, that was the price to pay when you were affiliated with Bruce Wayne.

You then hear a knock on the door and see Dick in his jogging gear.

"Hey, mom. Ready for lunch?" he asks brightly.

You smile at him as you get up from your chair. "Soon, but first... I wanted to talk to you about something."

You motion for him to sit on the lounge couch as you head there too.

You give him a serious look before you begin to speak.

"I've been thinking about this a lot and I want you to answer truthfully. Is it true that you want to apply to the police academy?"

He widens his eyes before he looks down for a bit.

"You found my application..." he says, his tone dropping.

You place your hand on his shoulder.

"A blank one. I just want to know what made you consider doing it." He doesn't hear a tone of dismay, so replies back.

“After my parents…” he said hesitantly, not wanting to state those words out of his mouth. You saw him distraught and grabbed his hand, soothing it for support. “I swore that I wouldn’t let that happen to any other kid. If I want justice for others, I want to do it right… So I'm applying for the police academy this fall.”

You stare at him for a bit and held your hand to his face. “I know that it means a lot to you to make your own path, so you have my support Dick. I’m so proud of you and know that your parents are too.” he started tearing up and gave you the biggest hug. He chuckled a bit and released a shaky breath.

“Whew, I don’t know why but I was worried you wouldn’t agree. You don't know how much this means to me.” you shake your head and rub his shoulder. “You’re your own person honey. Not me or your father should decide what you want in life and how to live it.”

Dick had a sad smile just as you mentioned Bruce. “Speaking of dad, do you think he’ll approve?” You give a big sigh as you fiddled with the pillow near you. “I can’t speak for him right now, but I think it's best to talk to him as soon as possible.”

He sees his mother’s distress, seeing how their separation has taken a toll on her health. "You read those articles, didn't you?"

You take a deep breath as you look at your computer.

"It just makes me sick. Wish I could get away from the press."

Dick turns to you and tries to brighten the mood “Why don’t we go for lunch? I think your favorite cafe is open if I'm not mistaken.” he said gleefully. You turned around to face him and gave the warmest smile.

“I would love that. Just head down to the exit while I close the office. It shouldn’t take me more than ten minutes to meet you there.” He gives you a nod as he helps you get up from the couch, kissing your temple.

As five minutes pass, you reach down to the bottom drawer of your desk, trying to find your wallet. You hear the door swing open, but only thinking it was Dick. “Honey, I think I misplaced my wallet. Do you mind turning off the monitor while I-” You face up not facing your son, but someone you have least expected to see. “Bruce.”

You couldn’t fathom that he was here with you in the same room existing at the same time. He shaved his beard and cut his hair, looking like the last time you saw him at the gala. Bruce begins to stammer. “I… uh… went for a drive after my meeting. Somehow I came here, I wanted to check on you.”

You look down and rub your protruding belly, a habit you started to do for quite some time. “I’m fine… I was going to lunch with Dick down the block.” you said quickly, now finding your wallet and leaving quickly with Bruce behind you. “Please, I want to make this-” he said, trying to gently grab your hand, but you resent his touch.

“What Bruce, make it right?! Like these past few days never existed after telling me our whole relationship was based on a lie?"

You were thankful enough that the whole office space was empty so no one could hear your argument.

"We need to resolve this, paparazzi have been banging on my door and I'm afraid they'll come to you next."

You scoff as you stare at him, fuming. "Don't you think I know?"

You see him stare at your side.

"There are pictures of you without your ring." he says in a whisper

You look down at your left hand, realizing. "My hand has been swelling since the pregnancy started. I never had the time to get it resized. But, maybe it's a good thing I'm not wearing it now."

Bruce doesn't break eye contact with you.

"What are you insinuating?" He asks.

You stay silent for a moment, trying to find an answer. "Maybe we don't know each other too well to get married." you said, looking away.

"You promised me that the lies will stop, but you’re still keeping secrets… it’s too much for me to even fathom to forgive you right now.”

You distance yourself between him, leaning on a nearer desk for support “Sometimes you make me feel like I can’t breathe…” you said as you gasped lightly, still trembling from the tears streaming down your face.

Bruce looks down in shame. He closes up to you, wanting to hold you in his arms like he did when he returned home, but you wouldn't allow it.

Was this the moment that he lost you?

Both of you shoot up and see Dick out of breath.

"The paps are here... we need to go now." Dick ordered as he grabbed your hand to the exit. Bruce took no hesitation and pursued behind to ensure your safety. Once you exit, flashing cameras and microphones blind your view as you try to get to your car.

Dick lost his grip on you, as he fared off in the crowd. You feel Bruce's hand placed on the small spot on your back, trying not to lose you.

“Bruce, I can’t…. Breathe…” you said as loud as you could, but the reporters shout obnoxious questions, ordering you to answer. Bruce tries to stay close to you, but the swarm of people overpowered.

You don't know how, but the overcrowding must have lost your balance, making your body collapsed on the floor very abrupt. You groan in pain as your hands quickly go to your stomach.

Bruce screams out your name, holding your body. He glares at all of the prying eyes around him, shouting around to move away or else. Once every cleared a path, Dick sees you in Bruce’s arms as he tries to soothe your sudden cries. “Mom! What happened?” he said running, kneeling to see what happened. Bruce quickly looks up to Dick.

“She fell, she must have impacted on her abdomen. Start the car, we need to go to the hospital.” No time was wasted as Bruce handed his son his keys. Dick sees the car not too far from here and starts the ignition while Bruce was behind carrying you safely and sat in the back of the passenger seat, your body never leaving his arms.

Dick drives like there's no tomorrow as you cried in Bruce's chest.

"The baby... I can't lose..."

"You're going to be alright." Bruce whispered repeatedly in your ear, silently praying for any God to make sure you and the baby were alright.

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"Where's Ma?" Jason screamed in the waiting room as he heard about your episode from 2 hours ago. He would have arrived sooner if he wasn't working on a solo project. Dick got up from his seat and went up to his younger brother. "She's stable for now. Doctor's did an emergency scan on her, the baby is alright for now. Her room is five doors down on the left, Bruce is watching her." Jason shook his head in disbelief.

"Everything was fine this morning...." Dick looked down "Mom may have a rough few months carrying the baby to full term. Bruce came out when she began to sleep and explained everything."

Jason glanced at the direction where her room was and muttered under his breath "What an expert he is.” Before he could take one step, Dick held his shoulder and forced Jason to look at him. "I know you're mad at him, we all are after what he did to her. But right now is not the time to be angry. He’s a mess ever since he’s been by her side, I think that’s punishment enough" Jason clenched his jaw, but nodded in agreement to his older brother and made his way.

Jason took a deep breath and slowly opened the door to the hospital room. He saw Bruce holding her hand tightly in his sitting figure as they were both asleep. He felt almost content by his adoptive father’s action.

When he was about to leave, a voice whispered out loud, "Could you get the blanket near the end of the bed? She's getting a bit cold." He recognized it as his father's and turned around and saw him half awake. Jason walked quietly to the bed and quietly tucked his mother like how she did for him many years ago. Jason takes a seat on the opposite side of Bruce, facing his mom.

“Alfred was running errands when I called, he picked up Tim and Damian back at the manor to see your mother when she wakes up. She needs her rest after today.” Jason finally exhaled in relief.

Jason took the seat opposite to Bruce, staring at his mother in disbelief. The room was silent, the only noise that was made was the heart monitor. Jason looked up to him, wanting to yell or cuss him out for destroying the few people in his life to care for him. Bruce slowly turned his gaze to you as your breathing was silently blissful.

"I know you been to Blüdhaven these past nights when you're off patrol." Jason said lowly, not wanting to disrupt the calm silence.

Jay looks up to Bruce who's eyes never left you. "Why didn't you just go to her?"

Bruce takes a moment to answer. "I don't know." Bruce whispers under his breath.

Jason then gets up and looks back again to his parents.

"If you loved her, you should have stayed. None of this would have happened." Jason stated as he left the room.

All of the boys including Alfred were in the waiting room, waiting for you to wake up. Bruce who was staring sadly at your sleeping figure.

“I never got to apologize.” Bruce started as he spoke out loud to you.

“Not for this past week, but for these ten years...” His eyes start to water, regretting all the hurt he caused you. “-wanting to be with you for intel, not telling you sooner of what I do, sending Dick away without your consent, losing Jason, straining your love with Tim, you getting mad that I had Damian while we were still together, all of it."

He inches his chair closer to you "Most of all, I allowed myself to slowly let you go. I thought that the best thing to keep everyone safe was if I left but I was wrong: Alfred, the boys, you, our baby-” he places his palm on your abdomen

“You are the source of my happiness, the light in the most darkest part of my life; I can’t go on if I was the source of your pain. I promise you, no more hiding anything.” He collapses to your side, burying his face on the mattress. He feels a hand slowly reaching out to him and sees you awake.

You don't get a word out as Bruce launched into your arms, sobbing in your hair. He feels you soothing his back as you cry as well.

He lets go and moves the hair out of your eyes.

"You meant all of those things?" You ask as Bruce starts to wipe away your tears with his thumb.

"Every word." he whispers back.

You hear the door opening and see your family flooding in the room.

"Mom!" Tim screamed out as he speeds up to your bed, hugging you tightly. Your tears return again, but happy ones as you reunite with all of your sons.

Damian then walks to your side opposite of Tim, sitting on your bed.

"How's the baby?" he asks sincerely.

Tim lets go of you as you sit properly in your bed.

"When they did the scan earlier, the baby is fine. They said they'll stop by once I woke up."

You can hear the relief in the room as everyone calmed down.

"You know, you can press charges to all of those paps." Dick said, crossing his arms across your chest.

You and Bruce share a glance. "I'm not wanting to mix myself in that drama at this moment. The baby is healthy, that's all I care about right now." you replied.

Bruce already looks like he's going to handle that situation in his personal time, but he stands closer to your bed for your support.

A nurse steps into the room and sees how filled it is.

"I guess this is a family affair." she joked as she went up to you.

"How we feeling, mom?" the nurse asks as she preps up the sonogram.

"A lot better now, I don't feel any pain." you reply.

The nurse takes out the gel and starts placing it on your belly.

"Good! Don't be alarmed that a bruise may form around the abdomen." she reminds you as she starts taking the wand and moves it around your belly.

When the scan lights up, everyone stares in disbelief at the growing baby.

You suddenly feel Bruce's hand into yours as he stares at his child on the screen. His breathing got hitched from how big they're getting from the last sonogram picture that was given to him.

"The placenta isn't ruptured, but we would like to have you stay overnight in case something were to happen. On the other hand, it seems that the baby isn't shy today. Would you like to know the gender?" she asks.

You gasp as you brightly look at Bruce.

"I'm ready if you are." you ask, smiling. He nods his head yes and you turn to your nurse.

"Congratulations, you're having a baby girl." she announced.

All of the boys cheered out, taking out their phones.

"I told you it was a girl." Dick said to Tim as he looked annoyed.

"Wait, did you all took bets?" you turn to your children who paused in front of you.

"We're not the only ones who took bets." Jason said, seeing Roy Harper venmo him on his phone.

"I don't even want to know how much you all lost." Bruce said seriously, making them all laugh out loud.

The nurse takes the wand away and looks at the full room. "Okay, all of you need to leave to give mom some rest. Only one person can stay overnight." The nurse said, turning off the machine.

Bruce looks down at you, possibly pleading with his eyes to allow him to stay.

You nod your head slowly and agree. The boys said their farewells to you as well as Alfred who pressed a kiss to your head.

The nurse told Bruce that the nearby couch was a makeshift bed as she did her last task.

Once you were alone, you and Bruce stay in silence.

"I heard from the conversation you had with Jason, that you went to Blüdhaven?" you ask out loud.

Bruce takes a seat at the foot of your bed, staring at you.

"I had a feeling that you would stay with one of the kids, so I sought out Jay's place. I didn't see you, but I knew you were there."

You look at your hands on your lap, picking on a cuticle.

"You're still Batman..." you whispered to yourself, feeling your throat close up.

"I know how the cowl makes you feel, but if you say that-" You cut Bruce off, looking at him with a look.

"Batman isn't the problem, it's you keeping secrets from your family. I know that I had my secret about my father, but it was because he was barely in my life. All he did was give my mother a bank account under my name and never looked back. After you left, I realized I needed someone to take out my demons and went to Arkham. I needed to breathe and it was the only place to do so."

Bruce ponders from your words. "What if I told you there's a place for you to do so?"

He scoots closer to your sitting figure. "The place I stayed for the past months, it's a small cabin my father bought before I was born. We can go there. Any questions you want from me, I'll answer them."

"Any questions?" you ask skeptically.

Bruce takes his hand into yours again. "Any, don't feel like you have to pull back. Day or night, I'll answer truthfully."

"Okay, after I'm discharged, we'll head out there." you reply.

You see Bruce bright up a bit as he kisses your knuckles.

"Thank you." he says softly

You give him a smile, suddenly yawning.

"Go to sleep, I'll step out for a moment to call Alfred to make arrangements for our trip."

You nod as you begin to lie on your side, as you see Bruce walking away as he took his phone out.

You trust that he's going to make everything up to you.

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"Dent, you have a call." a nurse says through the cell.

Two Face flips his coin, muttering to himself to either answer or decline the call.

He calls out tales to answer, and sees the metal land on tales.

He gets up and walks with the nurse in tow to the telephone.

His hands pick up the phone and places it on the side of his ear that wasn't scarred.

"Who is this?" Harvey asks a bit roughly.

"Mr. Dent, this is Bruce Wayne."

Harvey is off guard, but recollects himself.

"What do you want? I don't need to be a charity case for whatever you're scheming." Harvey bites back.

"It's about your daughter, Mr. Dent." Bruce said, looking at the small window that connected to your room.

The half scarred man forgets to breathe for a moment. "So you know... what happened?"

"There was an accident, her and the baby are fine now. I'm going to take her away from the city for a bit, help her breathe."

Harvey chuckles to himself. "You come back from the dead just to be her shining knight. Is that why you're calling, to tell me that all she needs is you?"

Bruce hesitates for a second. "I know you care for her, sir. She hasn't explained the entirety of her upbringing yet, but I know you're the only living family she has left. That's why I was wondering if I could have your permission to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage. I know I asked her prior, but I wanted to do it right this time."

The nurse behind hims signals that he only has a few minutes left of his call.

"I have no right to give you permission. I was barely in her life, she's the only one to give you an answer. But... take care of her. Do what I couldn't."

Bruce sees you sleeping through the window, admiring your soft features.

"I promise, sir."

Harvey sniffs, trying to ignore the sting in his eyes.

"You're one hell of a kid, Wayne, Just like your father. Worked with him prior before you were born, smart man and cared about everyone. He'll be proud."

Bruce didn't have time to register what he just said as the line goes silent. He must have run out of time or chose those to be his last parting words.

All he could do was look up to the ceiling, hoping that his late father is proud of him.

But some part of him thought he had a long way to go.

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fires-of-ninjago · 2 years

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The Ninja When Drunk Headcannons

Hey All! It's 3AM and I've had a slice of my grandmother's Christmas Vodka-Rum cake, so everyone gets headcannons!

*Trigger Warning! Alcohol and drunkenness!

Kai:

His personality completely changes when he's drunk; I mean really drunk, in one of two ways:

A) He gets really depressed and let's out 15+ years of trauma all at the same time, scaring whoever happens to be there to listen to him, or:

B) Starts doing advanced astrophysics and/or quantum mechanics in a way that leaves even Dr. Borg and/or Dr. Julian Speechless!

Seriously! After flying that ship back from the asteroid Arcturus is season 3, he went on for WEEKS about his theory for FTL travel!

He also identified a total of 57 stars which might be host to a Dyson's Sphere...

The worst part is: Once that theory hit the internet, absolutely NOONE could disprove it in any way!

There is one exception to all of this of course: Whenever either of his siblings start drinking, he instantly goes into Big Brother Mode™ to make sure that they're all okay!

Zane:

He never really drank before he became the Titanium Ninja, but the one time he did drink, it was mostly on accident when he took a sip of some of Wu's tea!

Zane wasn't all that different when he drank in his old body, but he was totally a lightweight! The boy just couldn't hold his liquor!

When he would really get drunk, the first thing he would do is go and look for food...

This is basically how he learned how to cook...by getting drunk and hungry!

Now that he's the Titanium Ninja, he's installed a series of filters that removes the alcohol before it can mess with his systems, so he doesn't experience intoxication anymore.

Cole:

Okay, Cole isn't all that different when he's had a little too much to drink (mostly because it takes a lot for him to feel it, so he gets bored of it really easily).

When he does manage to get tipsy, he becomes really poetic and starts reciting stuff like Shakespeare and Matsuo Bashou.

It doesn't happen often, but when he does manage to get completely smashed, he basically turns into a big, cuddly teddy bear!

Depending on who's closest, he'll just latch onto them and pull them into a bear hug! (It's usually Kai; he's so warm and if he's depressed, he becomes his comfort buddy).

Jay:

Ah yes, another lightweight!

He's nowhere as bad as Zane was, but it still doesn't take much to take him over the edge!

Once he starts getting tipsy, he'll start sketching out various designs and inventions on whatever surface he finds!

The drunker he gets, the more imaginative his inventions become! They also tend to get sloppier and confusing, so depending on how much he drinks, he may or may not be able to make out what he designed when he sobers up.

If Nya's around, then she makes sure that he doesn't have too much, and stays hydrated as much as possible, but if she's not there, then he'll usually go and find her.

Lloyd:

The others typically try to keep him away from alcohol and spirits, and he usually doesn't like to drink at all because of the taste. But it becomes a whole different ballgame when he discovers mixed drinks!

It really doesn't take much for him to start to feel the effects, but once he does, he loses all ability to walk in a straight line! Thankfully, his reflexes are so honed-in, that anytime he stumbles, he's able to easily catch himself.

He's already a sugar fiend when he's sober, but once he's had a glass or two, the little candy gremlin that he used to be comes right back out!

It also doesn't help that his sense of smell gets incredibly sensitive whenever he drinks!

Lloyd has been known to crawl into an empty cupboard (usually the one where Zane hides the sugar) and fall asleep while trying (and failing) to open the bags!

Nya:

Out of all of the ninja, she's probably the hardest to tell if she's drunk or not. Kai swears its because of her element, but Nya's just a very relaxed person.

Since she paces herself with water, (ha!) she's able to keep a much clearer head.

While the others don't really see it that often, she does have a mother hen mode (like Kai does) that just goes into over-drive whenever she drinks!

She'll often stick close to her brother, because she knows just how much of a mess that he can be! But barring that, she'll also station Cole near by so that they're both covered.

She'll also try to make sure that any mixed drinks that Lloyd gets are virgin (non-alcoholic) or at least, keep Zane near-by.

Nya does have a gremlin streak though, and that's something that sometimes comes out.

Once she gets loaded enough, she'll start putting together a bunch of traps and pranks that can be on par with the ones that Wu set up at the beginning of season 11!

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midnight-dreamerness · 3 years

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Savior

Chapter 2: Finding Strength

(This is NOT my gif. Credit to the creator <3)

series summary: when your protector returns, he finds you broken and abused and helps you climb out of the darkness

chapter summary: you finally have had enough and you find the strength to escape

pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

warning: mentions of death, acts.mentions of abuse, mentions of self harm

word count: 2.1k

Quitting the job you love was really hard. After your brother died you got back together with Kade after a short break in the relationship, you moved in with him. You didn’t have the best relationship with your parents, and it only got worse when Danny, your brother, died while overseas.

You walked into the apartment, your head bowed trying to hide the tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. He’s already home, you saw his car in his usual spot in the parking garage when you pulled in. You could also make out the sound of the tv playing in the living room.

You headed towards the bedroom until he called your name, making you turn and slowly make your way into the living room.

“Did you do it?”

There are empty beer bottles everywhere along with a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table. You sighed but nodded nonetheless, playing with the hem of your blouse.

“Good. Start cleaning. This place is a mess.”

And you did what he said, all day. He made you scrub the floor down with a scrubbing brush. You had to clean every inch of the apartment, while picking up the trash he left behind him all day. When night came, you had officially cleaned everything and cooked him dinner. You sat down at the table, ready to eat after not having breakfast or lunch all day.

“What are you doing? You think you deserve to eat? No. You're going to sit there and think about what you did.”

With sad eyes and an ache in your stomach, you didn’t fuss. You didn’t even say a word. You didn’t want him to see you cry so you held it in as much as you could. You hold back sobs, it creates a burning feeling in your chest and throat.

After you got home yesterday, Kade had been enraged. Accused you of cheating, he didn’t even mention you telling Jay about the abuse. It was worse because it was Jay. He knew your background, and how you fell in love with him when you were younger. Last night's memories were fuzzy after that. All you can remember was the agonizing pain and the god awful headache you had after he slammed your head against the kitchen counter. Kade has made you quit your job, you weren’t sure why.

Kade wipes his mouth with a cloth once he’s finished eating. “I try to be nice to you. But you test me. Every single day, you test me.” He stands from his seat at the table, coming closer and closer to you. You look up at him pleading with your eyes.

“Worthless. Pathetic. Get up.”

You do as you're told and stand up. He roughly grabs your arms, dragging you down the hall. You think he’s heading towards the bedroom but he stops at the hallway bathroom. He opens it and tosses me inside.

“This is your new room now. You should get comfortable,” he snarls. You're on the ground now, groaning. He takes the chance and shoves his foot into your chest.

When will it stop! When is enough, enough for him? Why am I not good enough? What did I do that made him so violent?

These things run through your head as he continues his abuse. Pain and suffering, blood and tears are things you have gotten used to.

It’s an hour later when he stops, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he stares down at you in disgust. You look at him weakly and in pain. You're almost positive you need medical attention, but you say nothing.

“Cheating whore,” he spits. With one final look, he’s gone. The sound of the kick in the bathroom door clicking, only making more tears pool in your eyes.

What has my life come to? When did it get this bad? How did I let it get this bad?

The bathroom floor was ice cold, even with a towel laid underneath you, you were still freezing. You know he bumped the temperature down, torturing you even when he wasn’t at home. You twirled the card between your fingers. His name sticking out along with his number.

Deceive Hay Halstead.

You remember fourteen year old you, rushing into your brothers room where he and Jay were playing video games. You remember how excited you were when you told the both of them you got the lead role in your dance group.

“I’m so proud of you,” Jay had exclaimed.

You wondered if he would be proud of you now.

Would he?

There’s so much history between you and Jay, a lot of things your brother never knew about, and now he never will.

It’s been days since you saw him. You can still see his smile and his perfect white teeth as he spoke to you. You can still feel his body against yours from that day he had you against the wall.

You should’ve told him. You're filled with regret. He could’ve helped you get out.

I wouldn’t be in this stupid bathroom if I had agreed to let him help me.

You could’ve called him the day he made you quit your job. You could’ve driven off, anywhere. Somewhere, where Kade couldn’t find you.

Yet, here you are. You have a few - a lot - new bruises that have replaced the old ones. There’s still a harsh pain in your chest and your stomach from not having eaten in days. You know it’s been at least a week.

He comes and goes. Sometimes you can hear giggles pass down the hallway to your shared bedroom. Then…you can hear him pleasing other women in your bed. The ones he would love you on, on good days.

But no…he is with other women while the woman he should be with is withering away down the hall.

You didn’t scream, you should’ve. You know that now. You were scared he would kill you or those girls. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if something happened to them because of you and your stupidity.

So you sucked it up.

It’s been two weeks. Yesterday had to be one of the worst days. You recall the rage burning like fire in his eyes. He was angry, more than usual. Something must’ve happened. Either way, there’s no excuse for what he did.

The cuts along your back sting like hell. You begged him to stop, and it was a mistake. You should’ve let him beat you till it was out of his system for the night. If it’s even possible, he got angrier. He threw you into the bathroom counter, your back crashing into the mirror, causing it to shatter agains you. Your thigh had hit the faucet, creating a huge bruise on the back of it, but nothing hurt worse than the pain in your heart.

“Pathetic slut,” he snapped before walking out, locking the door behind him.

You sit on the floor only a day later, staring at yourself through the glossy flooring. A large shard of glass sat next to you, your eyes wander to it ever so often. It tempts you. Taunts you like a clear voice in your head.

“Do it.” It would say.

Then you would hear the sound of his voice. Familiar, warm, and inviting. Your heart aches. You miss him.

You can see him at the elevator, waiting for it to open while he looks at you.

“You’re strong. Remember that.”

You wonder why you pushed him away. Why you don’t let yourself trust the one man, that still lives, that would never hurt you.

A sob racks through your body as you pick up the large piece of the mirror and throw it across the room. An aggravated scream leaves you as you stand up with trembling legs.

How could I let this happen? Why didn’t I ask for help? The abuse has gone on for three years.

Your throughts were only “why” and “what if’s.”

He’s taken everything from you. Ripped you from your friends, your old life. You didn’t even notice at the time. You just needed someone. You followed him blindly. He told you you only needed him. Nothing - no one else.

I lost myself trying to please him.

You decided you're done letting him win. You're done letting him control your life. Your choices were dying here in this bathroom helplessly, or die trying to get out. You chose the latter.

You searched around the room in a haste, looking for anything to break the doorknob off. Your eyes trained on the top of the toilet. You take it off, arms falling at the weight. You are weak from the two weeks with no food, but you still find it in yourself to raise it over your head and lm it down in the knob.

You weren’t sure the exact time, but Kade would be home soon. So you knew you had to hurry

One hit didn’t seem to do it, so you raise it again and with a grunt, you use all your strength to slam it back down again. Your mouth falls open in surprise when the knob falls to the floor with a loud clanking noise.

It took you a moment, but you dropped the lid and rushed out of the bathroom. You made your way to the home phone, picking it up with shaky hands.

You're hit with a wave of dizziness, but you still dial the number you now know by heart. You were filled with hope when he answered after a couple of rings.

“Halstead.”

“JJ?”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone for a second, but soon he repeats your name.

“I want out. P-Please help me,” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you pathetically spike.

“Address. I need an address.”

The sound of the front door unlocking catches your attention. Your body goes ridged, frozen in place.

Jay repeats your name a couple of times.

“No. No,” you mutter as you begin to back away.

“Hey! What’s going on? I need an address, sweetheart.”

You somehow manage to tell him the address with a, “please hurry,” at the end. You hang up, throwing the phone to the side. You're filled with dread as Kade stumbles into the room, pulling at his tie. You're starting to regret what you just did.

Kade narrows his eyes, ripping his tie from his neck.

“How the hell did you get out?”

He stalks towards you, and although your first instinct is to run, you stay put. You're done taking the abuse.

“I’m done, Kade. We’re done.” You stand your ground, head held high and a new found confidence in your words. He laughs. It’s evil and sickening.

“We’re done? I say when we’re done!” He exclaims, his hand rising and connecting with your face before you had the chance to move. You fall to the floor from the power of the slap. Although you act confident and strong, you're weak. Two weeks without food would be the cause. It didn’t help that you were still in pain from the most recent beating.

You let out a cry as he pulls your hair back with a huff. “When will you learn?” He asked, pulling your head back so you were facing him.

“You look pathetic,” he laughs. You're slapped in the face once more before being dragged towards the kitchen by your throat. You grabbed at him, your instincts kicking in.

“God, your stupid,” he spat, shoving you into the table. Your eyes widen as you feel your skirt, the same one you’ve worn for two weeks now, being pulled around your hips. You felt hopeless now. You only hoped Jay would be here soon.

“At least you're good for something.” You heard him mutter before the sound of his zipper being undone filled your ears. You clamped your legs together and attempted to move, but it was no use. He overpowered you easily. You cried softly as he moved closer and held you down with a deadly grip on your bruised and cut back.

There’s a knock on the door that paused Kade’s actions. He hissed and pulled away, fixing himself.

“Who the hell did you call? Did you call someone?”

The look of fury in his eyes was enough to have you cowering in fear. A scream rips from your throat as he grabs you by your hair again.

“CPD! Open up!” You heard his familiar voice. The same voice you heard as you laid on the bathroom floor.

Kade’s grip on you tightens. “I’m going to kill you, you little bitch.”

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Pix, where's your couch?

Some fluff to counter all the angst I've read in the last 24hrs. (Silly move as made myself cry - too many talented writers out there breaking my heart). Or at least if not fluff no angst.

Probably more a teen and up fic than general but still fairly clean (I think... I rubbish at knowing what ratings etc really).

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Jason stared at the space in the middle of the room.

“Pix, where’s your couch?”

“Hmmm, Jay?”

“I know you said that I could crash at your place again, so, umm, where’s the couch?”

“Oh, It had one to many blood stains so I got rid of it. You always said it was like sleeping on rocks anyway, so I’ve ordered a new one. It’s arriving next week.”

Marinette beamed up at Jason, bouncing on her toes with excitement while she grabbed his hand.

“It’s so pretty, Jay. I’m so happy that I finally could get rid of the old one and get a new beautiful comfy amazing sofa. You should see the pattern on the material. Oh oh and the detail on the frame. Hang on! I'll see if I can find a picture… you have to see it."

Marinette suddenly dropped his hand in favour of dashing about her apartment hunting for the picture as Jason's eyes darted between the chaotic woman and the space where the couch should be. Yes he'd asked to crash at her place in the past and always moaned that the couch was the worst thing to sleep on ever, but it was better than having to be near his family when he wanted to hide. Aaand he also might have come round earlier in the week before heading back to the cave to get some wounds seen to for an easier journey… but still had he really left the couch in such a state she decided to finally listen to his advice and get a new one?

"Pix, that's great and all but umm, where am I going to sleep?"

"In my bed, silly. It's the only other place."

Jason groaned and dragged his hand down his face. He knew what was going to happen next.

"Pix, darling, sweetheart, where are you going to sleep? You can't work all night which I know you love doing. You need to rest too. Look, I'll just call Roy up again and see if I can crash at one of his safe houses. Bruce is less likely to know about those."

"Jay, I'll just sleep next to you. The bed's big enough for the both of us. It'll be fine so you don't need to call Roy."

"What?!"

"It'll be fine. We can share the bed for the night. Now go dump your stuff in my room and I'll make us some dinner."

Jason grimaced as he knew there was no escaping. Roy, the arsehole, would tease him mercilessly if he didn't stay, and if he went he'd hurt Marinette's feelings as she'd offered up her home, her bed, for him to hide.

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"Jay, you're as stiff as a dead body. This is meant to be relaxing. If you don't want to watch this film we can sit on my dining room chairs and watch the TV out there. Or I can find some cards so we can play games at the table?"

"Nope, this is fine, Pix."

"Really? Then relax. You don't need to be so tense."

Jason took a deep breath and slowly let it out and forced himself to loosen his muscles and sink into the comfort of Marinette's bed. Apparently, due to having no seating in her living room, she'd taken to watching stuff on her laptop in bed if she wasn't working. Now the pair were both sitting on her bed watching some film she'd selected. Suddenly she trilled next to him.

"Ooo I know what will help. I bought some decent wine back from France with me after visiting my parents. I'll go get it. It's much nicer than the stuff I've found here. You'll love it Jay. It's the perfect thing to help us destress from the week."

Before Jason could respond she'd danced out the room, giggling to herself about her 'great' idea.

Jason swore to himself. He could do this. It wasn't a big deal. He could control himself. He could sit 'very' close and sleep next to his crush. It was only a crush. Not love. In her bed. It won't be that hard. He just needed to keep his cool. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out a strategy to survive the night.

Before he had mentally formalised his survival plan Marinette burst back into the room, glasses and wine in hand, only to trip on her bedroom rug and crash face first into his lap. Miraculously saving the wine and glasses. Jason carefully removed them from her grasp as she turned to peer up at him wide eyed, face dangerously close to where it currently shouldn't be for his sanity.

"Oops. I keep doing that. I really should move that rug. Sorry Jay."

Jason let out an inaudible whine and closed his eyes slowly counting to 10. This was going to be as hard as he originally thought it was going to be.

"S'okay, Pix. Just get up so we can have the wine and watch the film."

Awkwardly smiling at Jason, Marinette detangled her legs and climbed over him to get settled next to him again. Carefully she took the wine bottle off him to open and poured some into the glasses he held out for her. After putting the bottle on her bedside table, she turned her attention back to Jason and the film.

"Now we can relax properly. Guessing you're not ready to vent about Bruce yet."

"Nah, not really. You're making an effort to cheer me up and distract me so don't want to bring the evening down. And don't look at me like that! This is perfect Pix, a much better way to relax. If I wanted to vent I'd go punch and shoot scum. Do *you* want to vent about your latest commission though?"

She looked guiltily at him, "Do you mind?"

Jason looked softly at her and smiled, "Go ahead Pix."

Suddenly it was like a dam had opened and she was telling him about the ridiculous demands expected of her. The issues with the material. How her sewing machine was not playing ball and likely needed a service or replacement part soon.

Jason gazed fondly at his friend (crush) nattering animatedly away. With wine in hand he relished the soft warmth of the room. She was right about the wine helping to relax, the film long forgotten as they chatted away enjoying the safe space she had created under the glow of the fairy lights.

It was only when the film had stopped that they were drawn out of their discussions.

"Oh! We kinda missed that film huh?"

"Yup, Pix we did. And we've finished that bottle as well."

"I'll set another film up, did you want to change and do your ablutions while I set it up."

"Change?" Jason squawked out.

Marinette turned to glare at him. "Yeah, change. You're not sleeping in my bed in jeans Jay. So go change. I'll sort myself in a minute too."

Jason reluctantly left to go to the bathroom and quickly changed. After cleaning his teeth he splashed cold water in his face. He had managed so far. He'd resisted brushing her hair out her face. He'd resisted pulling her close as she leant on his shoulder as she laughed. He resisted kissing her when she pouted when telling her story.

He could do this.

As he returned Marinette slipped out telling him to sort the bed out for them to lie down for the next film. The stars had long since come out and Jason begrudgingly agreed that there was a high chance that they 'could' fall asleep in the next one. (Okay, it was a low chance given his nightly antics and her insomnia but he'd play along with her belief.)

Jason had settled, still sitting in the bed but under covers this time as Marinette re-emerged.

She was trying to kill him.

He had played nice wearing a vest and joggers. She, Marinette, had dressed to kill in just an oversized T-Shirt that hung off her shoulder and brushed the tops of her thighs.

Jason squeezed his hands into fists as she carefully this time manoeuvred around the room, showing off her long legs. Apparently she had a late growth spurt and finally took more after her father than her mother now. Breaking his gaze from her legs as she moved round the other side of the bed he sent her a tight smile as she climbed in next to him.

"You all set for the next film?"

"mm hmm"

As she lent forward to press play, Jason darted his eyes to the ceiling. Marinette turned around to see Jason staring up and laughed.

"Jay, that's sweet and all but I do have sleep shorts on. You'd not see my underwear. Plus you're my friend. I trust you."

"You couldn't have warned me!"

"Nah, seeing your reaction was funny. Now shhh film time."

Sitting back, Marinette grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders and smoothed the duvet down before resting her head against Jason's shoulder snuggling into his arm. She smiled and sighed in contentment as she lost herself in the film.

Jason's blue screened for a moment as his friend cuddled into his arm. He knew she often did this on the couch but still having her do this in bed, in her pajamas, was another matter. He should have been better prepared. He had thought his mission earlier was a challenge. It had now reached monumental difficulty. Feeling her warm breath dance across his arm. Clear smell of her fading perfume. Hearing her slight murmurs to herself as she focused on the plot playing out before them. It took a ridiculous amount of his strength to remain relaxed and try to focus on the film.

He almost lost it as Marinette drowsily started to slowly stroke the bare skin of his arm.

"Come on Pix, let's lay down. You're hardly awake currently. I'll turn the film off for us."

".. mmm.. no... I'm.. I'm awake..you're so hot… *yawn* nice and safe... and toasty… I .. I can..*yawwwwn* fin..esh fim.."

Jason choked when said she was hot until he realised that she meant he was warm. Carefully he extracted his arm from her octopus grip and got her lying down, before turning the film off. He left one set of fairy lights on as knew Mariette disliked sleeping in the dark.

Taking a moment to steal himself, Jason watched as Marinette buried herself deeper into the blankets and duvet. He had checked whether it'd be ok to top and tail the bed earlier, Marinette's glare at the suggestion and the insults about his 'big stinking smelly gross' feet being near her face pushed that option out the window pretty quickly. Especially with some of the creative insults thrown in as well.

Despite all his nerves feeling like they were on fire, Jason slowly crawled back in the bed to settle. The soft lighting, the quiet sound of Marinette breathing, the warmth embracing him, Jason suddenly felt all his energy escape. Forcing himself to relax was tiring. Holding himself back was exhausting. The week had been draining. Surprisingly quickly Jason succumbed to sleep.

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Jason woke to light filtering into the room. He felt unusually well rested and content. A warm fuzzy happy feeling that he'd not felt in such a long time flowed through him. Sighing he went to turn only to find that he couldn't move.

Sluggish memories and realisations started to speed up and come to the forefront of his mind. That he was sleeping in Marinette's bed. Next…. Under!?!?! Marinette.

It appeared that Marinette had somehow in the night starfished face down across the bed and now her face was resting across his chest. Her hair was a bird's nest of tangles cascading down to his arm. One hand had a razor clam of a grip on the bottom of his shirt unwilling to let go. One leg was tangled up with his.

It would have been a surprise and embarrassing if he hadn't witnessed putting Marinette to bed as a tiny curled up ball to discover her in the morning sprawled out across the bed in a similar fashion to this. Except this time he was semi pinned down by her. He would say the only embarrassment was that he'd forgotten she got like this. And no other reason at all.

As Marinette still slept, Jason's brain slowly woke more and more. He took on his sleeping friend and admired the peace that was on her face. The lack of stress that graced her features. She was gorgeous normally but at this moment she looked ethereal. Jason basked in the morning warmth slowly threading his fingers through her hair to detangle the large knots. He could get used to this. Too used to this. The comfort. The simplicity. The domestic-ness of it all.

Lost in his own thoughts he didn't notice Marinette stir and blearily looked at him with one eye open.

"Mor'n Jay," a croaked voice drew his attention back to his friend lying across his chest, "Di'ja sleep k?"

"Yeah, Pix," came his soft reply, "best night sleep in a while. I understand why you had the lumpy stone of a couch now. You spent all your cash on this cloud of a bed. How did you sleep?"

She turned her face completely into his chest and he felt her chuckle against him before shifting herself so she was now lying curled up next to him, her face closer to his as she rested against his shoulder.

"Best in ages. No nightmares. At all. Never get nightmares when next to you. You make the cloud bed perfect, Should get you to stay in it forever."

Jason turned to gawk at the woman whose eyes remained closed as curled up against him, "Pix, you can't just say things like that!"

"What? Wha'ja mean? What did I say?"

"Saying that I made your bed perfect. That you want me to stay here forever. It gives the whole wrong impression."

"But I meant it, Jay. Last night I slept all the way through because of you. I love being with you. So why wouldn't I want you around?"

Slowly opening her eyes Marinette leant forward and up to kiss his chin before giggling as she moved away.

"Pix, you're killing me here."

"With what weapon? We're in bed and your weapons are next to you, not me…. And why would I kill you?"

Twisting so he could face her properly, Jason gazed as his semi drowsy friend in soft whispered tones said.

“By making it hard not to ruin our friendship. I love what we have now and I don’t want to lose it.”

“What do you mean? You won’t ruin our friendship. We’ve been through too much for it to be ruined.”

“By doing something stupid.”

“Stupid?”

Her eyes widened as she looked at him in puzzlement, more awake than moments earlier. She pursed her lips trying to figure out what he was trying to say was stupid, unconciously drifting closer to him.

“Yeah, something really stupid.”

“Oh… the only thing really to ruin our friendship would be to leave or betray me… you’re not going to be that stupid are you?”

“No, I don’t want to leave you. Ever really. Being like this is perfect. I… I love being with you… you’re my best friend, just don’t tell Roy that.”

Marinetre softly smiling at Jason, “Ok. I won’t. This is almost perfect, but… did you know what would make it better?”

With their foreheads now touching, in the warmth of the blankets and duvets and filtered light pouring in the window, Jason shook his head. He couldn't figure out what she meant to be better. The moment felt like a perfect dream to him.

"No. What would make this better?"

"If you kissed me."

It took a few seconds for Jason's brain to process the words before it was like the dam had burst, all the restraint he'd used in the last 12 hours, for the last number of months, collapsed. Jason leant forward capturing Marinette's lips with his own.

One of her hands reached up and tangled into his hair as the other rested on his chest. His wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. They lost themselves in the moment as they deepened the kiss while pouring their emotions into it, showing their feelings they have been too afraid to say out loud.

Eventually, they parted breathing heavily. Marinette gave a breathy chuckle.

"Finally."

"Huh?"

"It only took you the whole night, then to be told to do that."

"What?!"

Jason's brain struggled to work out what Marinette was saying. His current focus was more on the sensation of holding Marinette so close. His lips still tingled from her kissing her. It was only because her hand moved to cradle his cheek and she kissed his nose that his attention was drawn back to her.

"Jay, you sweet Doofus, I've been flirting with you for months. You've not noticed what's so ever so drastic measures needed to be taken."

"You've been flirting with me???"

"Yes. Even Roy noticed, he helped me with this."

"You mean this was planned?!?"

"Yup. Completely planned. And Roy even helped me get rid of the couch."

"You planned a 'there's only one bed' situation? Sneaky Pix, that's sneaky."

"Worked didn't it. Plus you love the cliche troupes. Don't deny it."

Jason leaned in close to Marinette, a breath away from her.

"Can't deny it, but we've got months of idiocy to catch up on."

With that Marinette closed the gap to capture his lips. They had the rest of the day to work out and discuss how they felt, right now, right now was for kissing and cuddling in bed. Who knew all that together she just needed to replace her couch.

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