#i want to grab the author by the shoulders and shake them for wasting my time with that 'happily ever after with therapy and love' bullshit
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Dark angsty fics that end with everyone going to therapy and getting all better within a couple months with no real lasting impact from all they've been through is the "last chapter of Harry Potter where everyone is married with 2.5 kids" for me
#101 complains#this fic had so much going for it im so sad how boring and vapid it ended :(((((#i want to grab the author by the shoulders and shake them for wasting my time with that 'happily ever after with therapy and love' bullshit#ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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nervous | matt sturniolo.
authors love: my first write for the boys, definitely was a quick daydream i had, take it easy on me!
notes: fluff! short read. no trigger warnings i believe. enjoy.
you never understood why he refused to speak to you, or even look you in the eyes. he would mumble a hello, or look at you for a second before diverting his eyes again. you were always left wondering if he didn’t like you.
given that you were a lot closer to nick and chris, it made you uneasy seeing him open up to strangers but not someone he see’s almost every week, if not every day.
the restaurant table that you were seated at was filled with friends of friends, people you didn’t know, but they knew the brothers. you stayed close to nick, feeling more comfortable with someone you were the closest to. matt and chris sat across from you.
if you were being honest, you felt extremely out of place. almost overwhelmed. you loved going out to eat with them and trying new places, but you weren’t feeling it tonight. you poked and prodded the pasta dish in front of you, losing your appetite.
“hey guys, i think i’m gonna head home for the night, not feeling too hot” you shrug your shoulders lightly and give off an upset look, to say you’re sorry for leaving early without vocalising it.
nick pouts up at you as you raise from your chair, but understands completely.
“are you sure you don’t wanna stay?” he asks, but you shake your head with another apologetic look. you acknowledge everyone on the table, saying it was nice to meet them.
before you could grab your bag and coat, matt speaks up.
“i’ll drive you home,” he begins to stand from his booth seat.
you’re stunned for a moment, not registering he was speaking to you. you look at him with a furrowed eyebrow and softly shake your head.
“no no, it’s okay. i’ll uber. you drove me here, that’s more than enough,” you give a small smile before starting to tuck your chair in.
“please, let me take you home. it’s late, i don’t want you ubering by yourself,” he insists, throwing his hoodie over his arm and moving away from his brother. he gives a ‘i’ll be back’ nod to chris, and chris waves you goodbye, having a mouth full of bread he was occupied with.
he doesn’t waste time pulling his car keys out of his pocket and leading the way to the front door of the restaurant, pushing open the glass for you.
“thank you,” you speak, probably sounding more like a question as you’re trying to wrap your head around matt’s sudden eagerness to not only speak to you, but be alone with you.
his shiny black car is conveniently parked on the curb just outside, and you watch the orange lights flicker as he unlocks it. you observe him as he looks around, making sure there’s no traffic before he jogs around the passenger side and pulls open the door for you.
you slide in, him joining you within seconds. he sighs as soon as he gets behind the wheel, a deep breath to centre himself.
“thank god,” he mumbles.
you chuckle lightly, watching as the weight off his shoulders almost visibly lifts.
“you okay?” you raise an eyebrow. he exhales a laugh.
“yeah, just wanted to get out of there,”
“oh, so you didn’t actually want to take me home, i was just a good excuse?” you speak in a teasing tone, if not to try and lighten the slight awkwardness between you two. you’ve never spoken to him this much. you’ve tried, you speak to everyone. he was just much harder to get through to. for you, at least.
he instantly looks worried, turning to you and shaking his head.
“no, no not at all, it was just, a lot going on in there, too many people and-”
“matt, i was kidding,” you reach over and place your hand on his forearm, in a soothing way, but quickly pull back, realising it stopped his words much faster than you intended.
his face flushes red, and you’re instantly worried you’ve upset him, not knowing how to read him.
“we should go,” he nods and points to the road ahead awkwardly, starting the ignition. you purse your lips together, almost embarrassed, and sit silently as he drives off.
you hated the fact you couldn’t stare at him. the glimpses you did catch, made you squirm in your seat. his hair was a slight mess, covering his eyes partially. his elbow rested on the door panel frame, one hand on the steering wheel, tattoos flashing with every street light you passed, or just barely noticeable under the moonlight.
you’d never realised the extent of your attraction toward matt until now. alone, with him in control. it was a dynamic you’d never thought would happen.
“hey matt,” you ask.
“yeah?” he’s hesitant, your voice cutting through the silence abruptly.
“have i like, done something to offend you? or make you upset?”
he glances at you for a second, still trying to focus on the road ahead.
“what makes you say that?” he asks, and you’re even more confused that he’s confused.
“i don’t know, you’re just really quiet when i’m around. i mean that’s fine, i don’t care, i just wanna make sure we’re cool. you know?” you ramble, not realising you sound the opposite of carefree.
you do care, you want him to like you. or at the very least speak to you. you needed to know, and the perfect time to find out was alone with him.
he’s quiet for a moment, the car slowing down at a red light. he’s gathering his thoughts.
“you make me nervous to speak, y/n” he finally spits out, softly, eyes looking ahead.
you try to hide the smile creeping on your face.
“nervous? how do i make you nervous?” you ask, your head resting back on the car seat, looking at him.
he turns his head, and does the same resting back. he gives a look that says ‘don’t make me say it out loud’
“i didn’t know i had that affect on you,”
“yeah well i preferred it when you didn’t know, i feel stupid now. i’m gonna go back to not saying anything at all,” moving the car forward again, he confesses.
“you’re not stupid, and i much prefer talking to you than being around you in silence.” you’re hoping you don’t come across as too much, too soon.
“and i much prefer hearing you speak. i like the sound of your voice,” he replies, his tone lower, still refusing to look at you. you smile at him, even if he can’t see your reaction.
“just so we’re clear, you don’t hate me?” you sit up, and he laughs, a genuine, from the chest laugh.
“no y/n, i don’t hate you.” he reassures. you’ve spent so much time looking at him that you haven’t observed your surroundings. you recognise a sign, a street sign that usually indicates you’re close to home.
“i like you,” matt speaks again.
“everyone likes you. i think you’re cool. and funny, and really sweet, and kind” he keeps going, two hands on the wheel now, to be extra attentive while still speaking.
“go on,” you tease. he chuckles.
“ahh, okay, you speak to everyone so easily. and always with a smile, i don’t know how you do it,” he shrugs, and you’re taken aback by his comment slightly.
“you do realise whenever we’re in public you quite literally speak to everyone else, except me,” you’re messing with him abit at this point, deciding it’s not going to be something you let of so easily.
“i also don’t care what those people think of me. i think you’re pretty, so the longer i keep my mouth shut the better chance i have of not embarrassing myself around you,” he rambled, almost talking himself out of breath.
you feel your face flush red, and you know the only reaction to have is gonna be one he won’t like.
“you think i’m pretty?” you respond in a slight sing song tone, and he rubs his hand down his cheek.
“i’ll go back to being silent,” he warns, a gravel, husk in his tone.
“sorry, sorry. please don’t. i like this matt,” you respond, and he glances over at you again, the corner of his mouth turning up.
you’re in comfortable silence for a few seconds, before the car slows down again, and the clicking sound of his indicator echos.
“this your street?” he asks, nodding at a street sign ahead of him. the drive felt too short. sickeningly short. you wanted more, more time to talk.
“ah, yeah. that’s it,” you try to not sound disappointed, but you might have accidentally. he knows your house, he’s dropped you off before. your car sat in the driveway further up, so he pulled in just behind.
putting the car in park, he shifts his body to face you in the seat.
“thank you for driving me home,” you have your hand on the door handle, and matt’s eyes are fixated on your moves.
“hey, ah-” he starts, blue eyes finally locking with yours now that you’re still. the moonlight creates a white hue through the windshield glass, reflecting his eyes.
“i’m sorry if i came across cold. it really is nerves. i just can’t find my words sometimes. especially around you.” he leans his elbows on the armrest, and you let go of the door handle to lean further into him, facing each other.
“i wish you told me sooner,” you give him a gentle smile. he runs his hand through his hair.
“me too.” he agrees.
“we don’t have to talk, you know.” your voice is soft.
his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips, you’re hyper aware of his gaze. you feel goosebumps rise on your skin, and you can almost hear yourself swallow the lump in your throat.
“i know,” he agrees again.
“goodnight, matt,” you lean in, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. you can smell his cologne, and the fruit smell of his shampoo. your chests brush as you lean over the centre console, and for a moment, you stop just past his lips, your eyes glancing toward them as your warm bodies are so close. but you pull away, and he does too.
you wanted to kiss him, you could have, but you only just got him to talk to you. let alone use his mouth for anything else.
“goodnight,” he responds, making sure you’re safe leaving his car. he waits for you as you walk up to the front door, and you look back to see him give you a small wave. it was so wholesome, as sweet as he was.
you quickly walked into the house, replaying everything that had just happened.
you felt butterflies in your stomach and nerves, pure nerves, at the sheer thought of seeing him again.
#who:#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#tags:#matt sturniolo fic#matt sturniolo imagine#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo fluff
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GIRLS NEED LOVE
pairing; jealous!matt x heartbroken!reader.
summary; matt has always been jealous of reneé and her boyfriend. he has always wanted her to himself since he first met you. when she had came to him crying, telling him that they broke up, he had to act as sad as he could even tho he really isn’t. he tries to comfort reneé but she needs more. she needs everything she can get.
! 3rd person p.o.v !
!warnings!; SMUT, pet names (baby, good girl, sweetheart), oral (fem!receiving), p in v (protected!), little angst, slightest aftercare. nickname; ren, slight praising??
authors note; this one’s dedicated to my wife reneé, hope you enjoy it baby ☺️☺️!!
blue = matt
pink = reneé
CURRENTLY, RENEÉ IS sat next to matt as his arm is rested around her shoulder. “it’s okay ren, don’t worry. he wasn’t good for you anyway,” matt whispers to the girl as his cheek is pressed against hers. their cuddled as close as they could possibly be. they had always been like this with each other for ages. little did they know, the pair wanted it to get more intimate.
“matt i just don’t get it, what did i do wrong?” reneé mutters as she wipes the dried mascara tears off her face with matt’s hoodie sleeve which she had on. a frown plasters across matt’s face as he looks at the girl in disappointment. he had always been warning her that he was no good, but she would never listen. “i mean.. do you need some kind of distraction?” matt asks and reneé whips her head quickly, noses practically touching.
“what do you mean..” reneé asks the boy as he lets out a husk chuckle. “come on ren, you know what i mean. the tension between us is fucking killing me and now is the time i can finally show you what i’ve been thinking about. please tell me you’ve felt this to baby, please,” matt’s eyes beat into hers, she’s biting her lip trying to hold back the smile that’s trying to take over her face. “of course i’ve thought about that matt, it’s all i’ve ever wanted,” she mutters as matt smirks at the girl. “it’s always been you.”
that was all matt needed to hear as he pulled her over closer to him by her waist and flipped her over, now crawling on top of her. “always wanted to see you under me baby, always,” he tells the girl as he places a wet kiss against her neck, biting down on the area then licking it to soothe the pain. a whimper falls past her lips as she runs her hands through his brown curls. “fuck— don’t talk like that matt,” reneé tells matt as he smirks to himself, placing more and more kisses against her jawline. “why? do i make you nervous baby?” reneé bites her lip and smiles as she nods slightly.
“take it off,” matt tells the girl as he messes with the hem of her—his— hoodie. wasting no time, she rips it right off as she’s now under matt in her tank top and short pajama pants. his cock twitches at just the sight of her. and of course she wants to be a tease and wear no bra under her white tank top. “only fair if you take off your shirt too you know,” reneé tells matt as he quickly rips his shirt off with one hand.
matt practically rips her tank top right off and wastes no time placing one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. “mm, feels so good,” reneé whimpers out slightly as matt just smirks to himself. after some time, he moves to the other one, trying to give them both the same amount of attention.
his hands move to the hem of her pajama pants, grabbing ahold of both the pajama’s and underwear at the same time. “can i?” matt asks as reneé just nods at the boy, he shakes his head and lets out a low laugh, “words,” matt practically demands. “yes matt.. please!” she tells the boy as he takes them both off in one swift motion. his head moves right between her thighs as he places soft but wet kisses against the inner part of her thighs, inching closer to her clit. whimpers fall past the girls lip’s as she tries to suppress her moans by biting down on her bottom lip.
“cmon, be a good girl and let your noises out,” matt tells her as she nods, letting a moan finally pass past her lips. this is matt’s approval to finally move his lips from her thighs to her clit. a loud moan comes from her mouth as he does so, her hands immediately running to his hair as she slightly pulls on it. matt’s tongue licks up her whole vagina as she squirms under him in surprise.
he kisses her clit as begins to put his tongue into her. “matt— matt!” she moans as his tongue digs deeper into her. he sucks on her and goes back to flicking his tongue up and down a few times before pulling away— earning a sad whimper from reneé.
“i know sweetheart, i know, but i can’t let you finish on just that,” he murmurs as he places his lips against hers softly and grabs a condom from his drawer. “blue or yellow?” matt asks as she points at the blue one, “good choice baby,” matt tells her as he rips it out the packaging. just seeing matt do things like this sends reneé right over the edge. she can’t wait any longer as she rips his sweatpants down for him as she notices the bulge in his underwear.
“you can wait 10 seconds baby,” matt tells her— “i kind of can’t matt, i’ve been wanting this for who knows how long.” his eyebrows raise as he laughs at the girls sudden boldness. he slides his underwear to his thighs as his cock springs out, hitting near his belly button. all of these years knowing matt, ren never known he had been this big. it had shocked her for sure. “is that gonna fit matt?” the girl asks as matt nods, “trust me, it will. and if it doesn’t it’ll have to find a way cause this won’t be the last time this happens baby.”
he slides the condom over his cock and lines himself up against reneé’s core, groans coming from both of their mouths. he pushes himself into her core farther as he thrusts out of her. “oh fuck matt— so good,” reneé tells the boy as he pushes in and out of her faster and faster. “such a good girl, fuck— making me feel so good baby,” matt praises he thrusts into her harder. a loud moan comes from ren’s mouth which makes matt smirk— letting him know he’s doing a good job.
his hands hold onto her hips as he watches her eyes roll to the back of her head. all of the fantasies about reneé he had been having are all coming through within even thrust. she quickly starts to feel herself tighten up around matt, letting him know that he’s close. he thrusts harder into her knowing this.
“so close, so close!” she calls out to the boy. it’s been such a short amount of time but it’s all she’s been thinking off, so cumming won’t be hard for her. “me to baby, so close, cum with me alright?” matt tells her as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier by the second. a loud groan escapes past matt’s lips as his load shoots into the condom.
matt slowly pulls out as he takes the condom off and ties it, throwing it into the trash bin that’s next to his bed. “i’ll clean you up, stay there baby,” matt tells her girl as she nods, not being able to speak. he comes back in a short amount of time with a wet paper towel, wiping her legs off. “you did so good, you know that right?” matt asks as she gives him a tired smile.
being the tired pair they are, matt grabs her and lays her down on his chest. whatever has happened tonight will be pushed off and talked about in the morning.
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✼ Drunk Under the Rain
Mick Schumacher x Fem!reader
Summary: A very drunk y/n and a very worried and amused Mick
Warning/s: None
Author's Notes: Would love to hear what you think of it <3
It was late at night and everybody's asleep, snores from Angie can be heard around the room and faint lightning storms present. Mick sprawled on the bed, a kind of emptiness enveloping the mattress he's no longer used to for the past months. Coldness is ever present in the room added by the slight rain from outside.
A ringtone can be heard from the room jolting Mick to wake up, his senses on alert as his significant other is still not present by his side. He immediately picked up the phone not caring who called him late in the evening.
"Mick?" A voice that belonged to one of y/n's friends rang in his ears.
"Yep?" He answered groggily, anticipating what the sudden call was about. He can hear quiet muffles from familiar voices but what caught his ears to perk up is your whiny voice causing a smile to tear on his face.
"Well, y/n's really drunk right now and she wouldn't come with us to go home. She kept on calling for you and wanting you to pick her up." He couldn't be more glad to pick you up missing you already as if you were gone for days. You would definitely tease him for that if you find out.
"Okay, I'll just go grab my keys." He said not to waste any time picking you up. But before he could put the call down, "Is that Mick? Micky~ Baby, help they're trying to kidn-" Your friend saving you from embarrassment decided to end the call.
He chuckled to himself quite questioning if he can handle a drunk you.
He drove to the club you and your friends partied at. As soon as he parks his car he can see you on the pavement of the parking lot, sitting and barely keeping your eyes open as you often fall asleep and jolting when your head abruptly bobs down.
He went to you, your friends scattered around the vicinity and muttering a quick goodbye when they saw him approaching you, already leaving with their own partners or an uber they hailed. He thanked them all but still focused on your figure slumped off the pavement. He sighed, you're wasted yet still stunningly sporting it. How unfair, he thought.
He gently touched your shoulders trying to slightly shake you still entranced because of the alcohol. You must've enjoyed it a lot given that you never get this wasted in a party before. Nonetheless, he's happy you're letting loose as he knows some days were very stressful for you.
"Stop touching me. I told you, I won't go with you. I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You told off the 'stranger' he chuckled at how feisty you sounded.
"If he sees you touching me, he'll get mad. Plus, you won't stand a chance. He's literally massive." Not able to keep his chuckle anymore from spilling from his mouth, he laughed loudly at that. No way you just called him 'massive'.
"Liebling, it's me." He said and with that with all little consciousness in you, you stood up almost falling down if it weren't for Mick's fast reflex by holding your waist you would've face planted on the pavement. He chuckled at that, he can't keep count of how many times he's found this situation amusing.
"Micky! I missed you! Are you taking me home? Some people were trying to take me home but I told them no. They're bad they kept on pulling me." You told him off as if you're a child being told no. You were an explaining mess trying to get your point across almost slurring the word coming out of you. Pouting the whole time, Mick can't help himself but peck you on the lips causing you to back down and cover your lips, eyes bulging from shock.
"Oh my god!" You muttered, causing Mick to grow worried because of your reaction. Did he do something wrong?
"I told you, I have a boyfriend!" You were tired of telling people that, why can't they just leave you alone? And now a stranger kissed you! "Schatz, I am your boyfriend." Mick can't believe what's happening right now, he's so amused yet so intrigued by you. A while ago you were a mess explaining everything to him and now he's a stranger. He would definitely have a field day tomorrow telling the story to a hungover you.
"Well, if you're really my boyfriend then prove it to me. What's my favorite color?"
"Purple."
"Well, purple is a popular color."
"What's the name of your dog?"
"Angie"
"What's my favorite F1 Team?"
"Ferrari"
"What's, my fav- Wait. How'd you know my favorite team?!" You were freaking out, partly because you never told anyone that and you didn't want to hurt Mick's feelings as he drives for another team.
"Everybody is a Ferrari fan, love." Mick said, quoting a familiar statement from his great friend.
"Okay, fair enough. Fine, I am convinced you're my boyfriend. But! If you try to do something funny I'll let you know I know self defense and I will not hold back on you even if you have the prettiest blue eyes and the cutest smile." You said earning another chuckle from Mick.
"Fine." He held up his arms as if he's surrendering.
He was holding your waist and guiding you to the place where he parked his car when suddenly big droplets of rain came pouring down. As if on cue, you started jumping in the air and holding his arms swaying it up as you seem to enjoy the pour of the rain. The drunk version of you is really something. He can't help but shake his head and admire your carefree state.
Right then and there he already knew, he's never gonna let you go. As the street lights glow off your face, the water from the rain drenching you, and the moves you make while jumping in the rain he's realized that he's deeply and madly in love with you. He hates the rain moreso being drenched in it but when he sees you having fun he can't help himself but put rain as one of his favorite things now that it reminds him of you.
He kissed you, completely taken aback by his action. You were stiff in the first moment but as the kiss deepens you relaxed through it and kissed him back and entangled your arms on his neck, not wanting to let go of this moment.
Both of you arrived in your shared apartment drenched in rain water, you're a little more sober than before but still drunk to not be able to remove your shoes upon entering the apartment. You were so tired that the moment you saw the couch you immediately plopped yourself on it not caring if you will wet it.
Mick sighed to himself, still finding you adorable nonetheless. He removed your heels and slightly massaged it, noticing the faint red marks on your feet. He then went to the bathroom to go get some towels, you're only wearing a tube dress but due to your drunken state you're not even shivering at all. He tried tapping your cheek, whispering softly for you to wake up but to no avail he didn't get any response so he tried to sit you up and slowly dry you with the towel he was holding.
You murmured something inaudible for him. Yet the last part managed to make it to him "I love you, Mick." He smiled contagiously, he's sure the smile will last him a lifetime. "I love you too, Liebling."
He then proceeded to his room to get you his sweatshirt and sweatpants. He removed your dress and your accessories and then dried you before putting you in his sweatshirt, he knew how much you love wearing his clothes even if you don’t admit it plus he loves seeing you in his clothes as well, a win-win situation.
He then carried you to your shared room, slowly putting you down on your side of the bed.
Opening the bathroom, he grabbed for your cotton pads and your makeup remover. He's always observing you doing this every time you both go out and you have makeup on.
Slowly he wiped off the makeup residue on your face. "That feels cold." You slurred in your sleep, he chuckled slightly.
When he finished with your makeup he went downstairs and got you a glass of water and an aspirin for tomorrow as he knows you will be getting a very bad hangover. He put it on the bedside table and turned off the lamp.
Settling next to you he hugged your waist and as if on cue, you leaned onto him memorizing the move even in your not so normal state. Perfectly fitting into each other as if you're molded together. "Still clingy when drunk?" He laughed to himself as he slept with the brightest smile waiting for another day with you
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Caving In [Book 1 End]
Pairing: Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader, Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader
Words: 15,158
Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, canon violence, blood, mentions of injuries (bruising, being shot with a tranquilizer), canon character death, fluff, mentions of torture, mentions of being brainwashed
Summary: ❝Tell me Atlas:
What is heavier,
The world or its people’s hearts?❞
You never expected your life to end up this way, turned upside down by an infamous Gotham villain. It’s been a living hell, every single day, until Dick Grayson brings you to Titans tower where you meet Gar Logan and Jason Todd.
A/N: Uh, hi!! It’s the last chapter of book 1 and I just wanna say a very big thank you to all of you who’ve been reading 😭 Your comments have literally kept me posting and have meant so much to me!! I really hope you guys like this chapter!! I will have chapter 1 of book 2 up in 2 weeks and then weekly after that!! lol There’s a longer author’s note at the end about this book and book 2!! You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!!
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The women and you go back to the tower. Donna and Dawn explain what the man told them. They’re planning something, that’s more of the information they got from the guy they “spoke” to. So, the only option, at the moment is to wait and try to come up with a plan to storm CADMUS before they can execute their plan. But, you’ll still need more help because Donna, Dawn, and you don’t have nearly enough power or resources to get you all in and out of CADMUS alive, so you’re all back to waiting.
You spend a lot of the time in the training room throwing knives as you wait. Waiting has to be the worst part of this whole thing. The longer you wait, the more Gar is in danger. Donna and Dawn tried to reassure you that if CADMUS is planning something, that means Gar is at least alive. Sure, that’s good, of course it is but what are they doing to him while he’s alive? As someone who’s been tortured twice, you know that it’s a hell of a lot easier wanting to be dead than tortured. Gar is strong but it’s not fair. It shouldn’t have been him.
After a few hours, you take a break and head to the kitchen, hoping for an update from Donna and Dawn, but as you walk in, the elevator doors open revealing Jason. A rush of relief floods you as a warm smile splits your face with the sight of him. You waste no time in walking up to him just as he exits the elevator. Jason can’t help the smile that comes to his face as he sees you. He can’t even believe how much he’s missed you. It’s been a week. But, you wrap your arms around his neck and he feels warm again. The hollow feeling in his chest starts to fill with adoration as he wraps his arms around your waist. Jason Todd is not much of a hugger but he’d take a hug from you any day.
“Miss me?” Jason quips as you pull away, his eyes landing on the bruise on your cheek. It looks a lot worse in person.
“Eh, a little.” You shrug one of your shoulders, looking to the ground and back to him. “Thank you for coming, Jay.”
“Yeah,” Jason’s eyes look up and back to you. “You’d do the same for me, so would Gar.”
“You came.” Donna states as she comes around the hall, Dawn on her right.
“I’m here for Gar.” Jason’s tone switches and he’s, rightfully, still a little bitter about what happened.
“Thank you for coming, Jason.” Dawn offers him a kind smile and Jason just nods, looking back to you.
“Well, I’m gonna go fill him in.” You give the women a gentle smile. "Unless...there's an update?"
"No," Dawn shakes her head sadly. "You can fill him in."
You let out a sigh, nodding your head and chewing the inside of your cheek. You grab Jason's hand and tug him along with you, passing past the women, and head to the training room. Jason catches you still limping slightly and he figured the fight with CADMUS was bad but you clearly got hurt. He kind of gets why you were so insistent that night with Deathstroke. It’s different seeing each other injured at the hands of someone, now that you know each other.
You take a seat on the floor and Jason follows your lead, just as you both did that night just a few months before. You extend your legs in front of you while Jason extends his left leg, his right leg bent up and his foot planted on the floor. Both of your hands rest on the floor behind you.
It feels a little weird being back. The tower is feels empty, sure, but it’s kind of like it’s haunted. A cruel reminder of everything Jason isn’t, of everything he could have been but failed at being. It’s not reassuring or comforting or welcoming, but he looks at you, and he’s glad he came, if only for a night or two.
“Spill your guts.” Jason grins at you because of course, he remembers what he told you that night.
“Ha-ha, you’re hilarious.” Your eyes widen before your sad smile drops. “Well, CADMUS attacked and we did not stand a chance.” You let out a dry laugh. “Like, they just kept coming in. Gar transformed and uh, we were in the kitchen so I started grabbing knives, got a few of them.”
“Good.” Jason scoffs.
“Yeah, but uh, they shot me with a tranquilizer?” You roll your eyes. “I don’t really remember much. Just, Gar in front of me and not a tiger anymore. I woke up and they were gone. I called you, then Dick, then Kory. Then everyone else, but Donna was the only one that called back. She showed up a few hours later. Then she got a call from Rachel saying she was in danger or something so we went to this diner? Bruce showed up?”
“Why the fuck was Bruce there?”
“I have no fucking idea? He set it up, I guess? I have no idea. So, uh, Dick got himself arrested.”
Jason lets out a booming laugh. “No shit? Goody fucking toe-shoes Dicky Grayson got arrested?”
“Yep! So, Rachel wanted to rescue Dick first and I wanted to rescue Gar first.”
“Why the fuck would you rescue Dick? He put himself there.”
“That’s what me and Donna said!” You yell dramatically. “So, we argued about it and she made me really mad so I punched her in the face.”
Jason has a smile of disbelief crossing his lips. He would never hit Rachel outside of sparring, especially after she almost killed him but he’s surprised you did. He knows she must have really gotten under your skin if you’re the one throwing punches first. And, he is very curious what exactly Rachel could have said that finally got you to snap especially since you said you aren’t normally the one to throw punches.
“Over Gar and Dick?” Jason questions with the nod of his head.
“Well, I--no, like there was more to it. I don’t know. She was throwing shit in my face and I said she was a wounded puppy.” You start explaining, Jason unable to control his laughter. He knows it’s true but he would have killed to have seen the look on Rachel’s face. “So, she said that I was because I was mad about the stuff that happened with you and this was after she tried to tell me what I was going to do, save Dick and not Gar.” You roll your eyes as Jason’s laughter subsides and it clicks.
The last straw for you was a comment about him? He knows he means something to you because you’ve said it a thousand times and you make it so obvious, even Jason can’t miss it. But, he didn’t think you’d still be fighting over him when he’s not around. It means more to him than he’ll ever say.
“You punched her because she called you a wounded puppy?” Jason raises his brows.
“Well….” Your eyes look to the side and then up, as if to be in thought before you land back on Jason who has one of his devious smirks. “Yeah, I guess. Like, she was so…” You scrunch your nose as you shake your head. “She also implied I was self-absorbed.” Jason’s face scrunches and he swears you’re one of the least self-absorbed people he’s ever met. Has Rachel not met the rest of the Titans? “And then!” You say dramatically. “She kept going after I punched her. She said that Gar deserves better and that you left me and for 'Deathstroke’s daughter'." You mock the way Rachel said. “It was so fucking stupid.”
“That’s fucking shitty. Who the fuck does she think she is? She chose Dick over Gar but he deserves better than you? There’s no one better than you.” The comment leaves Jason’s lips so quickly he barely even catches he said it. You eye him carefully but choose to brush over the comment. It’s not right to dig into that right now.
“I mean, she has a point and I told her that.” You let out a laugh. “It’s true, I’m not delusional enough to think otherwise but, that’s not the point. It’s not her fucking business.” You shake your head. “And you left for your own reasons and it was shitty to say like you weren’t even there.” Your brows raise as your eyes go wide. “So, her and Kory went to break Dick out of prison, I guess and we came here to come up with a plan to save Gar, Conner, and Krypto. That’s what ya missed.”
“Shit, fuck Rachel. She's not even worth it.” Jason lets out a huff. He really did miss a lot. “You guys think of a plan?”
You shake your head. “Donna and Dawn have the blueprints to CADMUS but they haven’t figured out how we’re going to break in and then out without getting ourselves killed.”
“Yeah, I’m sure they have security up the ass.” Jason sighs. “Could Trojan Horse it.”
You let out a laugh. “Yeah? And how do you suggest we pull that off?”
“I have no fucking idea.” Jason laughs with you. “It’s better than nothing.” Jason leans forward slightly, extending his arm dramatically.
“Right, but we don’t wanna die tonight.” You shake your head. “I don’t know, we’ll figure it out though.” You suck in a breath.
You furrow your brows with the shake of your head and talking about Gar, the lack of plan, it’s making things a little too heavy. There’s the guilt of it all and the trauma still haunting the back of your head because of Jerry and Deathstroke. You feel like Gar might be going through worse right now and it’s a little much. You’ve had nothing to do for two days now besides think about it. You’re tired of thinking. And you’re tired of the guilt wrapping itself around your bones like barbed wire. A distraction would be nice right about now.
“Can we…talk about something else? Just been thinking about what they could be doing to Gar and it’s just…” You look at Jason and you don’t have to say it. He knows.
Jason’s worried about you. When Dick brought Rose back, you had a nightmare, that’s why you ended up in Gar’s room. You were weird, you said it was too much that brought everything back that you had went through. It made it all real again. Gar just got kidnapped and you’re worried he’s being tortured. Jason can only imagine the hell you’re putting yourself through because of it and the hell your own mind is putting you through bringing all of that shit back up again. So, he’s worried you’ll be the next one on the ledge.
“How’re you and Gar? Well, before this shit happened.” Jason asks, picking a topic he thinks might cheer you up. Maybe you’ll have a story, something fun that happened.
“Um…” You look down and back to him, shrugging a shoulder. That’s not what you want to talk about either but you’ll go along with it for now. “Like, we’re…friends.” You nod at him and Jason’s brows furrow.
He thought for sure one of you would say something to each other, especially with you being alone here. He expected Gar to say something, not necessarily you. But that does explain, kind of, the lucky comment from earlier.
“Did you pussy out of--”
“Shut up.” You groan. “No,” You shake your head, eyes narrowing at him. “I…I don’t know.” You chew the inside of your cheek and you don’t know how to explain you and Gar aren’t a thing because you chose Jason. That it’s him and it always has been. Jason just had this thing blow up with Rose and Gar is in trouble. Having some discussion about that, does not seem very fair. And Jason is watching you with a brow knitted inward, knowing something is going on. It can’t be that complicated of an answer. So, you pick a different direction that isn’t a lie, really. “I don’t think we’d work and I’m not gonna do that to him or me.”
“Why not?” Jason asks. “That you wouldn’t work?”
He’s confused. The two of you were fine, seemed like you might go for something when he left and now, nothing. It seems a little weird to him and he thinks you would work. Why wouldn’t you? And he hates that a part of him might even be relieved by it. It might be a little selfish, but it’s true.
“Gar is ya know, Gar. It’s like…nothing can ever keep him down. He’s always happy and kind and fun. Always and I am not those things, which is fine. It’s not me. But, because of that, even as friends, sometimes I feel a bit like a burden to him.”
It’s not a lie because it’s true. You know Gar isn’t making you feel like a burden, but you feel that way anyway. You’re really different and that’s fine and great, it’s one of the reasons you work as friends. He mellows you out. But, it is one of the reasons you know you like Jason more. On top of your feelings for Jason, it wouldn’t be fair to try and see where it goes with Gar if you’ll always feel like a burden to him. It’s not fair to either of you.
Jason shakes his head. “You’re not a burden.” His words are slow and he still has a look of confusion.
He still has no idea why that change happened in the last week and not...any other time before that. The only thing that happened in that time, aside from the attack, was the stuff with him and the other Titans. And maybe he’s actively convincing himself that is just a coincidence.
“Yeah, but it feels that way because it feels like he’s sorted through all of his trauma and then I still have this shit I didn’t deal with. And I can’t…do that with him because he talks and that’s great, right? It works for him and it helps me but….I also sometimes can’t talk about it. You get it and I know you do. I’m reckless and despite what we learned from Deathstroke, I gotta feeling that’s not always gonna stop me from doing something insane later. It’s…I feel like he wants to fix me but not that it’s anything that he’s doing or saying or anything like that. It’s a me problem, not a Gar problem, like, maybe he thinks sorting out my shit will make me better in a way that I’m not meant to be. It happened and I think I’m permanently fucked up from it. I know he is not trying to fix me but I feel that way anyway. I don’t know, feel a bit like damaged goods.”
Jason gets it. His entire life he’s felt like damaged goods but he’s looking at you with a deep bruise you’re only wearing because you’d go to war for people you care about. That’s not someone who’s just damaged goods. And Jason swears he’ll do everything in his power to make sure you know that.
“You’re not damaged goods.” Jason states and he doesn’t have his signature smirk. “Going through that shit doesn’t make you damaged or some shit. You’re still you.”
“Mmm.” You hum and you gain this sad smile, dodging his eyes. “Yeah, but, uh, it-it, uh it feels like it anyway.”
“Not to me.” Jason shrugs and he said it on purpose. It doesn’t matter to him what you go through or that you’ll always be reckless, always looking for the next thrill because he’ll always do the same. You’re not damaged goods, not to him.
Your face softens and your stomach flips. That’s why it’s always been him. You don’t feel damaged with him. “That’s awfully nice of you, Jay.”
Jason gives you a cheeky grin. “I can be nice.”
You let out a laugh and you swear everything is a little bit better with him around. “Yeah, you can be.” You offer him a thankful smile. “Thanks for coming.”
“You and me.” Jason repeats what you normally say to him and you swear your heart is about to burst into flames.
“You and me.” You let out a sigh, looking down and then back to him. It’s enough about you. “Seriously, you okay about Rose? I know you really liked her.”
Jason knows Rose is going to be a sore spot for a little while. He just feels so betrayed. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve it or why she wouldn’t have just told him. Had she just told him, maybe he wouldn’t have been nearly as mad or upset about it. So, it sucks but he knows he’ll be fine. He has been with every other person that’s betrayed him and mistreated him. He’s used to it.
Jason nods. “Yeah, I’ll be alright. Just fucking sucks. Got me feeling a bit like damaged goods.” Jason lets out a laugh, an almost teasing grin tugging at his lips before it falls. “Ya know, like, I tried really hard with her. Taking her out, showing her that school I told you about, acts of service type shit.” Jason’s eyes widen. “And she treated me like shit, pushing me away, lying to me, using me. Sleeping with me and knowing she was fucking lying the whole damn time.” Jason grits his teeth getting angry about it all over again. “Nothing I did was fucking good enough even when I tried.”
You were hoping you were wrong about Rose. Truly, you didn’t even dislike her until the day they left. It was a bad day for everyone but you were right and you wish so badly you weren’t. Jason doesn’t deserve any of that. He’s already gone through too much shit, especially over the last two weeks.
“You don’t deserve it. You put in a lot of effort, you trusted her. That shit, that’s on her. She gets to live with what she did to you. She doesn’t deserve you. She gets to live with the fact she’s the one that fucked it all up, not you. You deserve so much fucking better, Jay. It was enough, she just fucking sucks.” You let out a scoff before looking back to him. “And you’re not damaged goods.” You give him a kind smile. “Not to me.” Jason could never be damaged goods to you.
Jason chuckles softly, his cheeks starting to tint a faint shade of pink, his heart throbbing into his vocal cords. “Thanks.” Jason smiles softly at you and it should have been you he left with. “You’re good at that.”
Your brows furrow. “Good at what?”
“Knowing what to say.”
Your cheeks start to burn. “Just being honest with you.” You rub your eye, wincing from the pain.
Jason scoots closer to you, you keep your hands firmly on the ground, watching him with suspicion. Jason reaches forward, turning your head as he holds your chin to get a look at the bruise and your skin is on fire, tingling under his touch. Your heart is in your throat and your breath is caught right at the base of your throat. This is new. And Jason just wants to look at it, make sure your cheek isn’t broken. He’s been a hit a time or several there and it’s always unpleasant. And this bruise looks really deep, he tells himself he’s just making sure you’re actually okay. Physically. But it gets his blood warming with the idea another person caused it.
“What’d they hit you with?” Jason’s voice is lower this time, dropping his hand.
“Butt of a gun, fucking assholes.” You scoff, your voice on the verge of breathy as you try to ignore the fire in your stomach. “Shit hurt.”
Jason chuckles softly, leaning back on his hands. “Yeah, that’ll do it.” He shakes his head. “Sure it’s not broke?”
You shrug. “I have no idea. Probably not, my face isn’t deformed or anything. Doesn’t hurt that bad.”
“Did you ice it?” Jason asks and you find it a little cute and very cute he’s asking about it.
“No,” You laugh and Jason groans. “I was icing my damn leg. That is the shit that hurts.”
“Yeah, what’s that about? You’re the one limping now.” Maybe he regrets leaving. Maybe he could have helped, in some way.
“That’s where I was shot with the tranquilizer.” You roll your eyes. “The bruise is like half the size of my thigh.”
Jason cringes at the thought of it. “Ouch.” Jason shakes his head. “You sure you’re alright?”
You smirk at him and he’s cute when he’s being protective. He should do it more often. “You trying to take care of me, Jay?” Maybe you’d let him if he offered. You take care of him.
Jason's cheeks shoot red as his eyes look to the ceiling and back to you, doing his best to ignore his heart in his ears. “Someone should.” Jason lets his words out sarcastically but of course he is. Always.
You suck on your teeth and you’re trying so hard not to give him the satisfaction of a genuine smile, but you can’t help it. You fucking missed him. “Yeah, same for you.” Your eyes widen at him as you rest your head on his knee. “I’m fine, thank you though. Honest, just hurts still. How’s your leg?”
“All good.” Jason smiles down at you and he swears that can’t possibly be comfortable. “Doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Good.” Your smile is soft and Jason swears the ache in his chest from Rose doesn’t hurt so much with you.
Jason debates in his head. He’s not gonna say anything, that is for certain. He thought Rose wouldn’t be like that. Rose went through some really horrible shit, her own dad cut out her eye. Jason kind of thought because of that, she’d get him…kind of like you do. He wouldn’t feel less than or not good enough because she’d get it. But, she…treated him like everyone else but worse because he really, really let her in ways he doesn’t normally. And she screwed him over anyway. Everything with them was actually fine at the tower but they get away from it all, from the Titans and people, it’s just them and then…she keeps lying to him and using him. You are not Rose, but, there is a part of him that thinks maybe the same exact shit would happen because why wouldn’t it?
But, his mind wanders back to you kissing him anyway. Maybe it’s an easy distraction from worrying about Gar. But, he thinks about it and his reasoning of not wanting you to die for him and ruining you like he ruins everyone. And you’re looking at him with soft eyes he doesn’t think he deserves it because he left. Because he turned you down. Because he tries to pushes you away, even if he isn’t very good at it. And he debates if any of that was ever the right decision. So, he decides that testing the waters a little, will ease his mind.
“So,” He furrows his brows and dodges yoru eyes for a second. “You and Gar, just…not gonna be a thing?”
You smirk at him, picking your head up and he’s got that coy look he gets when he’s trying to play something off and failing miserably. “Why? Does that pique your interest, Jay?” You’re back to the asking game and that feels comfortable. There’s no pressure in it.
Jason shrugs one shoulder. “Nope.” He tries his best to wipe the grin from his face but he can’t help it.
“Mhm, okay. Whatever you say, birdboy.” You lick your lips. “Nah, not gonna be a thing.” You want to mess with him a little. You’ve missed that a lot. “Kind of into someone else anyway.” You scrunch your nose and Jason snaps his eyes at you, a devious look in his eyes.
“Yeah? And who's that?” There's a teasing smirk on his face while his tone is taunting, as if knowing you’re not going to tell him or that you’ll have some bullshit answer just to mess with him.
You shrug dramatically. “We should join the others.” You have an uncontrollable smirk on your lips and Jason is ready to burst.
“You’re not gonna fucking tell me? Just gonna leave me hanging?” Jason chuckles, his eyes wide.
“We don’t always get what we want, Jason Todd.” You let a laugh fall from your lungs and Jason swears it should have been you.
“Yeah? And what do you want?” Jason cocks his head to the right, taunting you.
A part of you almost blurts it right out, get it out in the open despite better judgment. A part of you almost blurts out to see the look on his face. He’ll get flustered and red will creep from his cheeks down to his neck. His muted forest green eyes will suddenly be a shade closer to the northern lights and you’ll have a good laugh and maybe you’ll get what you want. But, you can’t bring yourself to do it. He just had that with Rose and is still hurt by it. You both have Gar to worry about it and you think it might be shitty if you show up to rescue him and you’ve had this inevitable conversation. And what if he’s fucking with you? Like always. What if, despite everything, he still doesn’t want you? You want him, and you swear you probably always will, but what if he still doesn’t want you? That’s gonna hurt, too. So, you shake your head and decides you’ll tell him but not now. You do, however, decide to have a different conversation.
“Okay, seriously,” You drop the smile and Jason leans forward slightly. “Been thinking about it a little, between worrying about Gar and stuff, the Titans leaving and shit.” You start and Jason is hanging onto every word. He has no idea where this is going. “I wanna go home.”
Jason freezes, the conversation taking a turn. Home? “Like Gotham?” His brows shoot up and he’s not even sure why he’s surprised. You always call Gotham home.
You nod your head softly, chewing the inside of your cheek. “Yeah, uh, I haven’t said anything to anyone. But, yeah. I miss it and honestly, I think it’s just….I like it here and everything. It’s just…I would like to go back and kind of figure out myself. Dick rescued me and I’ll always appreciate that and never forget it. He gave me a shot here and that’s awesome but, I was thrown into this and I think I just…need to go back and find a part of myself again.”
“What do you mean?”
Between everything that’s happened, being here is a lot. At the end of the day, this is the city Jerry bought you to and kept you locked away, tortured you. This is the city that gave you powers you don’t even want. This is the tower that saw you paranoid, waking up screaming from nightmares. Burning Gar. This is the city where you were kidnapped and nearly murdered by Deathstroke. This is the tower that was supposed to be safe, but was attacked anyway. There is so much hidden in these walls, beyond just you that’s impacted everything. You like to run when things get hard and things are really fucking hard right now. You want to go home, a place that you know like the back of your hand. Gotham is always going to be Gotham, but it’s where you’ve always felt the most comfortable and…somehow, safest. And Gotham holds parts of you that are not here. You believe that home is where the heart is but you left part of your heart in Gotham and you want that back.
“I will never be who I was before. But I would like to find some of those parts again. My mom is buried in Gotham. I was…happy there though. Despite fucking everything, I was still happy. And…I…I don’t know.”
“Are you not happy here?”
“No, I am but…it’s different. It might just be the trauma.” You let out a scoff. “But, I was happier there and I just…want to go home. So fucking much,” Your breath is shaky as your brows furrow. “So fucking much has happened in this city and….honestly, I only stayed because I couldn’t abandon Gar. I couldn’t leave him alone and I thought not running, for once, would be good but….” You look to the ground before pulling your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs and then looking back to Jason. “More shit just happened and…” You let out a breath. “I’m tired, Jay.”
You look tired. You aren’t smirking or grinning at him. Your eyes are dull and you literally look tired and sad. Jason’s chest aches looking at you and he worries a little bit more about you. The ghosts that roam the tower, do more than affect the original Titans. They affect everyone who lives here, on top of their own ghosts that want to follow and taunt them. If anyone in this place deserves to be happy, it would be you.
“Where would you go?” Jason questions and he knows you’re impulsive but he's got a feeling this is something you’ve been thinking about over the last week.
You shrug. “Figure it out.” You let out a broken laugh. “Did before and CPS can’t do shit now, so.” You let out a deep breath, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands.
Jason would be lying if the thought of asking you to come to Gotham with him didn’t cross his mind when you said you and Gar were a no-go. It was less than a split second but he knew he’d never be able to ask. There’d be no way he’d put that on you, going back to the shitshow of Gotham. But, if you want to do it anyway…
Jason pulls his other leg to his chest, resting his forearms on his knees. “Okay, are you really wanting to do it? Like, no bullshit or whatever. You wanna go back to Gotham?”
You nod. “Mhm. Too heavy here right now.” You dodge your stare to Jason’s hands, catching a glimpse of faint bruising on his knuckles.
Jason gives you an understanding nod. “Want me to talk to Bruce?" The words flow from his mouth like a gentle river, easy and smooth.
Your heart stops in your chest as you snap your eyes to Jason’s. “What? Talk…to Bruce?”
Jason nods. “Not letting your ass go back to the streets. If you’re fucking serious about going back to Gotham, I can talk to Bruce. I know you don’t like him, but it’s a roof over your head, a warm bed, food. In Gotham.”
You adore him. That’s the only thing that’s running through your head. It’s running over and over and over, on loop like a broken record. You adore him for everything he is and everything he isn’t. Asking Bruce, is something you never thought he would do. That is his thing. More so than even reading seems to be because that’s where he’s Robin. But, he offers anyway.
And he offers because he’ll always take care of you. And keep you safe. No matter what.
“You’d really do that?”
“Hell yeah.” Jason gives you a grin, the beating of his heart stutters. “Be more fun if you were there anyway.” Jason shrugs.
“Thank you, Jay.” You smile softly. “I’d really like that.”
“I’ll talk to him, sure he’ll be fine with it. You know he likes strays.” Jason gives you a cheeky grin and you let out a laugh, looking down and then back to him. Jason is relieved you’re okay with it. Maybe even a little thrilled.
“Yeah, when are you gonna start plucking strays? Bruce then Dick, you’re next Batboy.” You point a finger at him and you think he might be good at it, better than Bruce and Dick.
Jason lets out a groan, tilting his head back. “That's the meanest shit you’ve ever said to me.”
Your laugh booms off the walls and Jason’s heart nearly melts through his ribs. “I think it’s probably their best quality!”
Jason’s never felt this before. Not exactly the heart thundering and stuttering or the clammy hands or cheeks aching from smiling too much. But, the comfort he feels with you. The ease of how the conversation moves between you, how it goes from serious to banter to serious, so easily. He’s never had that with anyone before. You’re both worried about your best friend but with each other, you find your own way to deal with it and handle it rather than training yourselves into the ground while waiting. Jason has never felt so comfortable in a place he does not feel welcomed and it’s because of you. He is so sure of that.
Just then, Donna walks in, gathering yours and Jason’s attention.
“Kory and Rachel are here, we’re gonna try to come up with a plan.” Donna states.
“No Dick?” You ask and Donna shakes her head, a look of annoyance on her face.
“Do not say anything.” Donna warns and Jason gains a grin before getting to his feet. “Either of you, please.”
“I won’t, just asking.” You defend while Jason extends a hand to you.
“I don’t have shit to say to her.” Jason lets out a scoff.
You grab his hand and get to your feet. The two of you follow Donna to the kitchen where Dawn and Kory are standing at the center counter and Rachel is seated on the same countertop. Jason and you head to the opposite side of Kory while Donna stands between you and Dawn.
“You’re back.” Rachel states with confusion as she looks at Jason.
“Was told you guys needed the help.” Jason deadpans and he also doesn’t want to deal with Rachel right now.
“Okay, well, we have news about Dick.” Kory states before Rachel can respond.
Rachel and Kory go off to explain that Dick wasn’t in his cell. He must have escaped with the other prisoners or something. Again, you sit there thinking about how you were right and Rachel was wrong about this. Dick could handle himself. He went off to wallow in his own self-pity and now he’s free. It’s like you thought would happen. But, you listen anyway as they get to the weirder stuff about Dick writing on his cell walls that Jericho is alive.
“Well, one thing’s for sure. He’s clearly lost his mind.” Donna says.
“But, I keep having these dreams about Dick being killed by Deathstroke.” Rachel says as she’s seated with her legs crossed on the counter. “And they’re going away. We need to do something about that.”
Jason shifts his weight to his left leg as he crosses his arms. You watch his jaw clench and you know he wants to say something so you move a little closer to him, your arm resting against his. When he looks at you with a quirked brow, you offer him a faint but calm smile. It’s not worth it. You have Gar to worry about not Rachel’s dreams and Dick escaping prison. He’ll be fine.
“I believe you.” Donna says. “But we have bigger problems right now.” Donna flips the case of the iPad open, showing blueprints of the CADMUS building.
“Okay, what’s the plan?” Rachel lets out a sigh and you bite your tongue.
Now that Rachel got to do what she wanted, now she’s on board with saving Gar. You can feel your blood wanting to boil. It’s just so ridiculous and it’s not even like you can say anything because you’ll just argue again and you’re tired of arguing and fighting. So, you bite your tongue and Jason catches you stiffen next to him. It’s his turn to give you a nudge and shake his head. You grin at him and jerk your head toward the women where you stand Donna and Dawn, furthest away from Rachel so you can still see what’s going on.
"Well, the main CADMUS building closes at 9 and security drops down to 10. There's two at each gate and then six roaming inside." Kory explains.
"Okay, what about the lab?" Donna asks as she zooms in.
"Whole different story." Dawn says. "It's a twenty-four-hour operation and in the last week, they've doubled up the guard. Four six-hour shifts, 10 bodies around the clock. Sounds like that's where the party's at."
"Okay, well, let's crash it." Donna says.
"Finally." You let out a sigh.
"It's about damn time." Jason lets out a scoff.
"Oh, so we're just gonna break in CADMUS and get Conner and Gar out of there. Just the six of us?!" Rachel questions.
"Do you have a better idea?" You quip, unable to hold your tongue.
"We don't have a choice right now, okay?" Donna states. "But, between you and Kory, we have plenty of firepower. At least to get us through the front door."
"About that, I've got some bad news." Kory says, gaining everyone's attention. "My powers have vanished."
"Yeah, that tracks." You mutter and it's just one thing after the other here.
"What do you mean?" Donna asks.
"I don't know. I don't know what happened. But they're gone and I haven't been able to get them back." Kory states, frustration in her voice.
"Well, that's fucking great." Donna sighs. "What about you?" Donna asks Rachel.
"Fully loaded but I can't promise that I....won't go a little bit overboard." Rachel rushes her words slightly. "Um, things have been getting a little...dramatic."
Donna looks to you. "How about you?"
"All good and ready to go." You offer her a thumbs-up.
Just then, there's an alert on the iPad. Everyone who can see the iPad starts reading.
"A disturbance at Golden Gate Park. Units responding." Kory reads out loud. "People are injured. Reports of a wild animal."
"Phase two." Rachel states, her voice uneasy. Donna had texted Kory with updates on what they found out from the CADMUS guy and their lack of plan. "It's already begun."
The room falls silent for just a few seconds before everyone starts moving. Jason, Donna, and Dawn grab their suits, you grab a backpack and a change of clothes for Gar, while Kory, and Rachel head downstairs. It only takes you, Jason and the other women a few minutes to get ready and meet at the elevator. Jason hands you one of his helmets and you almost laugh as you take it from him. Of course, you're taking the bike.
"We'll follow you guys." Jason states, getting on the bike, kicking the kickstand up while you get on the back.
"You sure?" Donna asks, the other women already piling into the SUV.
"We'll be fine." You assure her, popping the helmet on, Jason doing the same and sliding down the face shield.
Donna doesn't say anything else before walking off to the SUV. Donna starts driving, moving past Jason and you.
"Hold on." Jason states and you grip his waist tightly before Jason shifts the bike into first and pulls the throttle.
Jason and you follow the SUV closely, keeping the drive silent despite the com system that’s also connected to the SUV. You're both on edge going into this. Gar is your friend. Neither of you want to hurt him. You know you will not do it, no matter what. He's a tiger. All of you together, should be able to stop him without any major problems. But, you’re worried anyway and Jason knows there's a chance you won't have a choice. Bruce trained him and Dick to be prepared if they get brainwashed. Bruce went over what can happened, what being brainwashed can make them do. It can be nearly impossible to stop someone. The last thing Jason wants to do is hurt his friend, again. But, if you're all given choice he knows he'll have to be the one to do it because he wouldn't let you. So, you both stay in your heads until the SUV comes to a sudden stop with an explosion, Jason almost running right into it as the bike swings sideways.
"What the fuck?" Jason yells out.
"Deathstroke. Get down!" They can hear Donna yell through your com systems.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" You groan, ducking into Jason as the sound of constant gunfire echoes around the alley.
Jason looks over at you and for a second, he thinks about leaving. He could get you both out of there completely unscathed. You're hidden behind the SUV and you're not too far into the alleyway. You could take another alley safely, get to Gar. Jason debates it, knowing that with Deathstroke's constant firing, none of you will be able to get close anyway. But, that's backing down and you're supposed to be a team. But, then he come back to you whose grip on him in nearly suffocating and he hears a yelp from in from of you. Jason peaks up to look inside the SUV, seeing Kory's the one who was just shot.
"We have to do something, Jay. We're literally sitting ducks." You yell over the gunfire.
"I know!" Jason yells back and he swears if it weren't for the whole Deathstroke dropping him from a skyscraper problem, he'd have a decision already and you'd both be fine. But, ever since, his head isn't in it and he can't think straight in these situations. The fear of it is almost paralyzing.
"Y/n, Jason, are you two okay?" Dawn yells over the gunfire.
"We're fine." You say back. "Besides the gunfire. What do we do?"
But then, someone jumps from a building and onto the roof the SUV, the gunfire coming to a halt. You and Jason look up to see some random person in a blue and black suit just standing there.
"Who the fuck is this freak now?" Jason sounds absolutely exasperated.
The two of you watch as he flips dramatically and effortlessly off the car.
"You can take the boy out of the circus but you can't take the circus out of the boy." You mutter and you hear Jason chuckle softly, looking back at you.
"Really?"
"He just flipped off the car to Deathstroke, I mean."
Of course, it's Dick. For some reason, that makes perfect sense in the world of insanity you're all currently living in. The two of you flip your face shields up, leaning up to watch through the back of the SUV. Dick starts fighting Deathstroke and holds his own just fine now. Everyone watching is stuck in a state of confusion watching this whole exchange happen. How did Dick even know where to find all of you?
"Who's been hit?" Dick asks.
"Kory." Rachel says.
"You take care of her. I'll take care of him. Jason, Y/n, you two get out of here and get to Gar and Conner. This is my fight." Dick says.
Jason looks back at you and he is not a fan of listening to Dick but, you are sitting ducks back here and at this rate, you'll never make to Gar. So, he puts down his face shield and you follow his lead, gripping his waist tightly before he swings the bike around and peels off in the opposite direction.
When you arrive at the carnival, it's absolute chaos when you get there. Some people are intrigued by a green tiger and others are seeking shelter by leaving or trying to hide out. The two of you spot injured people trying to flee as fast as they can. There’s a sense of unease as you make your way traveling in the direction of the screams. It’s just the two of you, knowing you have to face Gar, your best friend. That’s not something either of you really want to do, ever.
You and Jason spot Gar and Conner from a few yards away. Gar starts attacking Conner, latching onto his arm and Conner is completely unphased. The two of you have a sense of dread. Of course, you knew the report was true. Gar was attacking people but maybe you both had a little bit of hope it wouldn't be this bad. But, for Gar to attack Conner, shit is very not good. And Jason's jaw clenches because he's worried he's too far gone. Gar doesn't eat meat, he doesn't hurt people. And here he is attacking someone who's supposed to be his friend, according to you. And you watch as Conner throws Gar effortlessly twenty yards away and into one of the rides.
"You get Gar." Jason looks at you taking a few steps forward.
One of you is going to need to deal with Gar while the other handles Conner. You can’t solely focus on one of them until the other Titans show up. Jason at least has the experience. And you know about animals.
"Are you insane? He's half Superman." You groan. With Dick showing up and having the other Titans, surely the fight with Deahtstroke can’t take too long and they’ll be here soon.
"Yeah? The fuck you think he's gonna do? Just let Gar go? Not finish him off? You go and I'll distract him."
You shake your head and you hate the idea. You aren't sure how you’re supposed to unbrainwash him. No one exactly prepared you for any of this. And Jason going against Conner sounds terrible. Conner had no issues throwing Gar like a ragdoll and he's at least a tiger and a meta-human. Jason, while he might be Robin, is still just human.
"Look," Jason walks over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Bruce said we need hear traumatic shit to pull us back. That's how he trained us." Jason explains and you want to know who the hell is letting Bruce Wayne train kids? Letting them relive their trauma. "Not sure if it'll fucking work because he should be listening to himself say all that but," Jason shrugs. "Worth a shot." Jason looks over to Conner and then back to you. "If shit gets messy, do something. I trained you, you'll be fine." Jason offers you a smirk that doesn't have the same snarkiness behind it.
"Not me I'm worried about."
"I'm--"
"Robin, yeah, yeah, yeah." You roll your eyes. "Don't do anything fucking stupid, Jay."
Jason gives you a grin, pulling his hands away as he starts walking backwards. "I never do anything stupid."
You nod your head, blinking your eyes slowly at him. He's gonna get his ass handed to him.
You reluctantly let Jason do his thing while you make your way over to Gar. You’re not willing to start telling him stories about the shit he's been through, not without trying something else. If hearing it from himself is supposed to work but not hearing it from you, maybe you telling him good things will work. The opposite.
"Gar?" You kneel down in front of him and you swear your mom is screaming at you from beyond the grave. Tigers are wild animals, not pets and they will eat you. But, this is Gar.
Gar growls at you, lifting his head weakly.
"It's me." You’re cautious. "I know you're in there." You avoid looking directly into his eyes, unsure of how his animal instincts work, especially right now. "Remember when Dick brought me to the tower? You were the first person I talked to and you were so excited because I was watching The Goonies?" You give him a smile. "You brought me pizza. And you, uh, you walked with me around the tower when I thought Jerry was there. Remember when we had a Nerf war against Dick and he got us back? Or that time Jason turned him blue? Or when I beat you at Mario Kart because I messed up your controller? Or when you showed me Resident Evil and you rambled about it for 2 hours.” You let out a soft laugh as you try to think of more things that have happened as quickly as possible.
You aren’t exactly sure what else you’re supposed to tell him, how many things you’re supposed to list. But, he has stopped growling at you.
“You've been there for me through almost every nightmare I've ever had and you were there for me when I completely lost it because of Deathstroke. You're the nicest person I've ever met and you're strong as fuck so I know you're in there somewhere." You scoot closer to him and cautiously and gently, put your hands on either side of his cheeks. The fur is soft under your hands. He growls again but you don't jerk away. "I'm not scared of you. And I know you won’t hurt me." You rest your forehead against his and in tiger form, it feels weird because his head is so much bigger than yours. But, it's soft and warm. "I know you’re in there and I believe in you."
You suck in a breath, closing your eyes. Despite the constant pessimism that seems to be intertwined in your blood, you’re positive this has to be working. He isn’t growling anymore and he’s not trying to eat you. Gar is in there somewhere then, Gar starts to transform back into human form. You can feel his face shift under your hands as you pull away, a gentle and relieved smile pulling at your lips. His eyes flicker at you as a sheepish smile comes to his face. You saved him.
"Hey." You smile widely at him and it's the softest smile you’ve ever given him.
"Thank you." Gar's eyes are tired as he lets out a breath. How did you know to do that?
"You don't have to thank me." You laugh softly. "Here." You pull the backpack off, handing it over. "Grabbed some clothes for you."
"Thank you." Gar lets out an awkward chuckle while you stand up and turn around so he can put the clothes on. He’s surprised you even thought to do that. That you were positive you would be able to get him back and he would need his clothes. Gar will be eternally grateful for you.
"Are you okay?" You ask, still with your back to him. You can't believe it worked and you’re so happy it did. The world is a cruel place, but Gar does not deserve that cruelty.
"Uh..." Gar stutters. Okay? He knows he just hurt several people, he was brainwashed. He is physically in pain. "Yeah."
"Are you lying?" You question, sticking your hands in your hoodie pouch.
"Yeah." Gar clears his throat, walking up to your side. "Just, a little sore." Gar’s voice is low, a little rough and Gar? Not talking about something? That’s new and you do not like that. But, you won’t push because you still have other problems to deal with. That’s a Tower conversation.
You nod your head softly, brows knitting together. “You sure?”
Gar gives you a fake smile. “Yeah, uh, thank you.” Gar furrows his brows, nodding.
"Of course." You nudge him with your arm. "Come on, we should get over there. We can talk at the Tower if you want?"
Gar nods. "Yeah, thank you."
"You'd do the same for me." You interlock your arm with his and the two of you walk, unsteadily towards the other Titans.
"When did Dick get back?" Gar asks, seeing Dick stand near Conner as Rachel uses her powers to encompass them both.
"Love that you're just used to Rachel doing that." You state. "Uh.... twenty minutes ago, apparently. He saved our asses from Deathstroke."
"Deathstroke's back?" Gar groans. What has he missed since being with CADMUS?
"Assume they took care of him since everyone is here now." You shrug. "It's been a few days." You laugh softly. "I'm just glad you're...okay." You smile softly at him before looking back to the Titans, scanning over everyone.
Donna has her rope around Conner while Rachel is using her powers to hold Conner still so he can't move. Rachel has powers surrounding Dick, fully encompassing him. You’re positive you will never get used to that. Dawn, Hank, and Kory are standing behind them, watching. You can feel your heart in your throat until you spot Jason standing a little off to the side of Hank, holding his arm. You let out a breath at the sight of him.
"Jason's back?" Gar questions, seeming to have noticed him at the same time.
"He came back to help." You answer proudly.
"Got the whole team back together." Gar offers a genuine smile.
"Yeah," You feel a warmth in your chest with the idea of everyone sticking around, even if it won’t happen. "All to save you."
Rachel suddenly stops using her powers, releasing Dick and then Conner. Donna releases her rope and Conner seems to be back. He looks around for just a second in horror at the mess. But, then, he looks towards the CADMUS vehicles and starts walking fiercely towards them, you and Gar moving quickly out of his way and towards the others. CADMUS starts firing their guns at Conner which is just a waste since he's literally bulletproof. And none of the Titans are going to stop in to stop him. This is now Conner's fight.
"Nice to have you back, man." Jason gives Gar a nod as he approaches the both of you.
"Thanks for coming back."
"Don't mention it." Jason lets out a scoff, offering you a smile.
"You okay?" You ask, taking a quick glance over him.
"Yeah, all good." Jason nods at you, cocky grin dancing across his lips.
Everyone gathers around as Conner comes back. He stands in front of everyone, getting a better look at the damage caused before he puts the blame on himself. He says it wasn't him but he still did it. Donna is the first one to tell Conner that it's okay and everyone is just glad to have him back.
The people at the carnival then start to come out of hiding, cheering for the Titans. That's a bit surprising but it is kind of nice. Everyone collectively smiles and waves softly. You aren't sure how you feel about it. There's a lot of attention on all of you but it's nice the people appreciate it, rather than hating all of you. You feel a little too exposed but you smile anyway, trying to deal with it because that's what Titans do.
There's a little girl who points out her doll stuck on a ride. Dawn sees the little girl and grabs the doll before walking the doll back to the little girl. But then, everyone hears electricity cackle from above. One of the electric light displays starts to tilt towards Dawn. She rushes as many as she can away, telling everyone to get back before Donna runs and catches the piece of equipment before it falls onto the innocent civilians.
She holds it above her head as it electrocutes her. Every one of you watch in a state of horror, unsure what to do and if any of you can even help. She’s Wondergirl but that doesn’t mean she’s immune to electricity especially that much and for more than just a few seconds. But, there’s nothing any of you can do and after just twenty seconds, Donna goes limp and falls onto the beam.
Dick runs to her and holds her body in his arms. No one says a word, everyone just stands there and watches. How did that kill Wondergirl? Of all things, how? At a carnival? Your heart breaks with the sight and you really liked Donna. You looked up to Donna. Gar hangs his head and you reach down to hold his hand while Jason puts a hand on your shoulder. It's just not fair.
The team goes back to the tower, Hank carrying Donna's body. The tower feels emptier than it ever has before. It's darker than usual, completely silent. It feels like the Reaper is actively looming over the entire Tower, haunting every single one of you. You all lost one of your own tonight, and at a carnival. It wasn't Deathstroke or Dr. Light. Just a piece of electrical equipment that never should have fallen to begin with. And it was Donna. Wondergirl. The reality of it is too heavy for any of you to carry. So, the you all go your separate ways through the tower.
You go off to your room to change and figure you'll check on Gar right after. You’re sad about Donna, despite everything you looked up to her. And it's rough that of all Titans, she's the one killed. And saving people. It hurts through every part of your body and you’re tired of loss. But you focus on Gar because dealing with those feelings isn't something you really want to do. It hurts and when things hurt, you run from them. Avoid them. And Gar just went through something traumatic and now he has to deal with the loss of Donna who he knew a lot better than you did. You focus on your best friend because his feelings about everything just happened are far more important.
Apparently, Jason had the same idea because when you leave your room, Jason was already making his way to Gar's room. Rachel, though, is already leaving Gar's room by the time you join Jason.
"He's not in there." Rachel lets out a sigh.
"Training room?" Jason questions, looking to you.
"Probably." You sigh and the three of you let your bitterness go between each other to find Gar.
The three of you head to the training room where you find Gar sitting alone on one of the benches with his head hung. The three of you pause, your hearts aching for your friend but then move forward. Rachel sits to Gar's left while you sit on his right, Jason standing in front of you. You and Rachel wrap your arms around Gar to hug him while Jason rests his hand on Gar's shoulder. Gar basically collapses into you and Rachel and you both hug him tighter, squeezing him against you to try to offer some type of comfort to the gentle boy who deserved better.
Gar's let out a whimpered cry, Jason giving Gar's shoulder a squeeze and he didn't think he'd see his friend like this. Jason doesn't let people see him as anything less than strong and sturdy, besides you. But, he admires Gar in a way because Gar doesn't really either but he puts on a smile instead of relentless sarcasm. He smiles and then offers kindness and help to others instead of collapsing. There's something admirable in that but he's crying now, breaking and it hurts Jason to see his friend like this.
"It's my fault." Gar lets out a soft whimper.
"It's not your fault." Rachel says quickly.
"None of this is your fault." You assure right after.
"I was the one brainwashed and that got Donna killed." Gar whines while you and Rachel pull away, Jason taking a knee in front of you.
"But, that's not your fault. That's what CADMUS did." Rachel says, her words slow.
"Yeah, that's on CADMUS. Not you." You state.
"CADMUS got her fucking killed, not you, man." Jason assures him.
"But she died because I didn't call Bruce about Conner."
"Look, I said it then and I'm gonna say it again, you did what you thought was best. None of this is on you." You state, getting a look of confusion between Jason and Rachel. Call Bruce? "Bruce probably wouldn't have showed up in time anyway and all this shit would have happened. Not on you."
"Yeah..." Rachel nods in agreement, unsure of what any of that means but is certain none of this could possibly be Gar's fault.
"It's not fair." Gar's voice is so small.
"It's not." Jason shakes his head. "It's fucking bullshit. But, that's not your fault." Jason lets out a sigh. Jason has no idea how to offer comfort to anyone besides you. One of the only people he’s ever been good with is you but, he does know that escapism is Gar’s thing. He likes movies and he likes video games. Jason can’t offer comforting words, but he can offer a movie. "Hey, man, why don't we go...watch one of your movies or something? Like we used to." Jason offers and the offer caches all three of you off guard but you and Rachel say nothing, instead you wait for Gar to talk.
"Not really feeling it, Jason." Gar lets out a huff.
"So?" You quip. "You like movies and you don't deserve to drown yourself in the guilt of everything that's not your fault."
"Exactly. I can make us popcorn and order from that pizza place you like." Rachel offers Gar a gentle smile and you let the anger for Rachel fade just a little. You’re not sure what was up Rachel's ass last night, but she does care about Gar and it's very obvious now.
"Come on, man." Jason groans and gives Gar a grin. "All of us getting along, watching something again?"
Gar lets out a weak laugh, you and Rachel smiling softly at each other. "Okay, okay, yeah." Gar nods with agreement.
Jason smiles proudly, getting to his feet and offering Gar his hand. Gar takes his hand and stands up.
"Uh, can you guys give us a second? We'll meet you out there." Rachel asks, Sam snapping her attention to her.
Jason eyes the two of you suspiciously, not sure if leaving you both alone is the best thing to do but he nods anyway and Gar smiles softly, leaving with Jason.
"I wanted to talk to you." Rachel sucks in a breath.
With everything that's happened tonight, Rachel wants to get everything out in the open and squash everything. It's been bothering her a little bit since last night. Rachel never had many friends. This is the first time, she has more than one and it sucks fighting. Even if she knows her own feelings were valid, she knows yours were, too. So, she'd rather get it over with now rather than wait.
"I gathered." You nod your head.
"I'm sorry for what I said last night."
The apology catches you by surprise but you’re glad this is where this conversation is going. "Yeah...me, too." You swallow your pride and honestly, life is too fucking short. At the end of the day, you're in this together. You're Titans, together. Doesn't matter where you are or if you get along, you're in it together.
"I was...Dick is like an older brother and the dreams make everything feel so real and sometimes it is. Not having dreams about Gar, made me think he was okay. But, with Dick..."
"It felt like he really was in more danger?"
"Yeah, it was never that I was choosing between them or that I don't care about Gar."
"I know." You nod your head quickly. "I was just so mad about everything. I mean, I'm still dealing with Deathstroke shit and honestly, maybe I was a little...” You scrunch your nose. “Hurt that Jason left...with Rose. Then, getting attacked, not feeling good enough again. I took a lot of that out on you because I was still mad at you for Jason."
"I should have talked to him. I never meant for him to spiral like that. I didn't think the other Titans had stuff going on. It was just me and I thought it had to be him." Rachel admits and truly, she never dreamed Jason was in that bad of a headspace. Rachel can explode just like everyone else, but she’s not cruel.
"I just wish you would have listened to me at least. Jason, fine, I get that, but we're supposed to be friends so. I just...I was mad. And...." You pause. "Scared, honestly. Jason wasn't answering me, Gar was kidnapped and hurt. Those...they both mean a lot to me and it was a lot."
"We were both just scared for everyone."
"Yeah," You laugh softly. "I am...sorry I punched you. Especially hearing this side of it. Give you shit for not hearing Jason out only for me not to offer you that kindness. I'm sorry."
"Thank you." Rachel smiles softly. "I will apologize to him, too."
You smile kindly. "Thank you. He'll probably yell at you but I'm serious, just let him yell." You scrunch your nose. "He'll be fine after he yells." You laugh softly.
"I will." Rachel assures you.
"Hey, he's leaving anyway so...it won't be too bad."
Rachel's face falls. "He's leaving?"
You nod sadly. "Mhm, he's only here for Gar and then he's gone. Back to Gotham, back to Bruce."
"Are you okay? I know what I said but..." Rachel offers a sympathetic look.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." You give her a fake smile and you decide not to tell Rachel.
You’re willing to move on from everything, especially if she apologizes to Jason. You were both just stressed and scared and worried. It was a lot for the both of you. But a part of you is a little worried that if you tell Rachel, she might tell Gar before you can. You know you’re going to stay here for at least a little bit to make sure he's okay and you aren't sure when you'll tell him. You don't want Rachel thinking you’re withholding the information on purpose or Rachel accidentally letting it slip. So, you sit on it and assure Rachel you’re okay.
"We're all good and I know Gotham is his home."
"Okay, if you want to talk.." Rachel smiles softly.
"Thank you. I'm sorry again for all of that shit. Are we okay?"
Rachel leans forward, pulling you in for a hug and you freeze for a second. And then you hug Rachel back.
"Yeah, we're okay." Rachel pulls away and gets up, offering you her hand. "Let's see what movie Gar picked."
The two of you make your way to the living room where you see Gar and Jason seated on the couch, an open space between them. Dick is just walking in with two bowls of popcorn, Kory holding a few drinks. You and Rachel look between each other before giving the older Titans soft smiles and taking your rightful seats on either side of Gar. Conner and Krypto are next to join as Gar scrolls through the movies and lands on one he's seen a handful of times.
"What are we watching, Gar?" Dick asks, passing one of the bowls down the couch to younger Titans.
"Ready Player One." Gar offers a soft smile as clicks the movie, the room not knowing anything about it.
"Spielberg, come on guys." You look around.
"That explains absolutely fucking nothing." Jason chuckles with the shake of his head.
"It's a video game movie, kind of." Gar explains, clicking the movie.
"That makes sense." Kory laughs softly.
Gar turns on the movie with a soft smile and the room falls silent. Dick and Kory saw Jason and Gar walk in, plopping on the couch. When they asked what they were doing and Gar said watching a movie, they offered to join. Dick would join every once in a while anyway and he just lost his best friend tonight. It was more so Kory's idea but Dick went along with it. The four of you are still his responsibility and maybe this isn't such a bad idea.
"What's going on?" Hank asks about half an hour into the movie, Dawn right at his side as they see the living room filled with Titans.
"We're watching a movie." Kory offers him a smile. "A video game movie."
Gar offers Hank a smile, the indicator it was clearly his choice. Hank chuckles softly while Dawn reaches down for his hand and walks the two of them into the living room to join the group of you, picking up two of the only open spots left.
The room falls silent as the movie plays, the new Titans sharing a bowl of popcorn (and maybe tossing a piece to Krypto every now and again). Gar explains every movie reference that shows up to everyone who hasn’t seen it which is almost always Jason and Kory. All of you just let Gar explain it and hear him get excited again, and for that short time during the movie, the grief of losing Donna doesn’t hurt so much. For that two and a half hours, you all live in peace with each other and every one of you needed it.
Two days later, the entire team meets up at a private airport, everyone dressed in black. You’re all sending Donna off in a casket back to Themyscira and her people have come to take her back. To say it was depressing would be an understatement. It was hard for every single one of you. Despite any problems the Titans had, Donna meant a lot to all of you and it's agonizing officially saying goodbye. And that's when Rachel decided to tell everyone she'd be going with. She wants to try and resurrect her. Something in her believes she has the power to do it, or at the very least try. You find it admirable.
Bruce flew in to see Donna off, too. And Rose showed up at the tower the day before, wanting to try out being a Titan for a little bit until she figures out what she really wants to do. Especially with having Jericho's consciousness. That was a little awkward for Jason and you. But it was nice seeing Bruce show up and maybe he's not all too bad. He gave you a pair of gloves when he showed up, explaining Jason and Gar had called him with the idea. Made with zylon fibers. Not only was it nice of those boys, but it was really nice of Bruce to go out of his way to do that.
Everyone got to be Titans that night, too. There was an alert of a problem happening and everyone, one by one, got up from the table to get suited up (or changed) and head out to fight for the first time as a full team. It went off without a hitch, too. You were a large team and it felt so good to be out there, doing exactly what the Titans are supposed to be doing. Saving and protecting people who cannot do it themselves.
Jason and Bruce flew out the following day. Saying goodbye to Jason, this time, didn't hurt nearly as much. You knew you'd be back in Gotham soon enough and he wasn't leaving over horrible circumstances. He wasn't leaving because he felt like he had to anymore, as if it was forced on him. It was a little sad, but you both knew it was not permanent.
Within a few days, you get a call from Jason giving you the all good. Bruce said you’re welcome to stay as long as you like. You said you wanted to give it a little longer, to make sure Gar is okay especially with Rachel leaving. Dawn and Hank also were very clear on them not staying very long. So, you owe it to him to make sure he's okay before you take off, too. He won't be alone this time. He'll have Dick, Kory, Conner, and Krypto but you owe him.
Over the next month, you hang around Gar, making sure he’s okay. At first, it was his turn to suffer from nightmares about being brainwashed and killing the Titans. Those were rough nights but Gar is resilient and he talks. He talks through all of it then escapes into video games until he’s ready to talk again. The whole time you offer him the listening ear, and assure him that everything was CADMUS’s fault. The talking and video games and friendship helps. Gar picks himself up pretty quickly, swinging back into the routine of things and it helps that you’re all actually being Titans now. You’re actually accomplishing missions and working together which is making everyone feel useful for once.
And over that month of being there for Gar, you feel yourself deteriorating. It’s easy to avoid feelings and problems and trauma when you’re focused on someone or something else. But, Gar gets better and you get worse. It’s as if your flight or fight has been kicked into overdrive the whole time but now with things getting, somewhat back to normal, it’s crashing.
The nightmares are consistent and at this point, you swear you’ll never get a full night’s rest ever again. The paranoia is back, more so than it was even with Jerry. The attack on the tower made it feel not safe. Even with the other Titans around, it doesn’t feel safe anymore because that bubble was popped. You weren’t the one kidnapped that time, but it lingers in the depths of your mind anyway and you’re always waiting for something like that to happen again, looking over your shoulder. So, you don’t sleep for more than two to three hours and you train. You’re always found either with Gar or in the training room running yourself to the ground. And you know that with Gar doing okay, it’s time because you can’t live like this anymore and there’s a place for you Gotham.
The problem is that you definitely haven't told anyone. Every day, you swore you would do it. You'd get up the courage to do it. And instead, you'd train and avoid it. You'd dodge questions about Jason. You'd bury yourself in your scrapbook. The idea of telling them, wasn't a good one. You ran from the conversation but, you can't do that anymore and you know you can't. So, you find yourself in the display room, trying to muster up the courage to tell Dick and Gar.
Dick walks in and he's had a suspicion. He's seen that look before. He has worn that look when he decided to leave Gotham and go to Detroit. You’ve been a bit spacey lately, too and at first, he thought it was everything that happened. You’ve been the main person looking after Gar but he watched the security footage back. He knows you were attacked and fought just as hard. You lost Donna, too. But, as the days went by, something seemed off. Dick is a detective and since finally coming to clean about Jericho, his head is far more clear and he's picking up on a lot of things a lot better. You haven't done anything new to your room or asked for anything. You’ve picked up extra chores and then there’s the training. Dick just knows.
"You're leaving, aren't you?" Dick asks, standing beside you, keeping his stare at the displays.
You turn your head, the sad smile growing as you nod. You aren't going to lie. You need to tell him and he figured it out but it hurts to confirm it anyway. "Yeah, I am."
Dick nods, his expression sad as he looks at you "Can I ask where?"
"You've gotten a little better at asking things, Dick Grayson." Your voice is soft but holds your signature sarcasm. You shake your head, sticking your hands in the pouch of your hoodie before sucking in a breath. "Gotham." You look to your shoes, knowing you can end the conversation here but decide to try not to run from this one thing. You owe Dick that much. "It's home, ya know?" You look up at Dick and he nods.
"Yeah," His voice is understanding as he puts his hands in his pockets. "But, it doesn't have to be."
"I know." You answer. "But..." You pause, looking back to the display columns. You love to give him shit because he makes it easy and he’s he oldest. He’s basically everyone’s older brother. But, you owe him the explanation because he has done a good job here, especially after confessing the stuff about Jericho. You never want him to think you leaving is because he failed or something. "Um...a-a lot happened here, this Tower, this city. It’s a lot for me and I don’t know if I can handle dealing with all of that here. Gotham though, it might be a mess, but it’s home. I was happy there.” You let out a scoff, chewing the inside of your cheek. “More shit just keeps happening here and I need to find that part of myself that can be happy despite the bullshit. I don’t think I can find that here. I left some of myself in Gotham and I just want to see if I can find some of that again, get over some of this shit. I don’t know.” You shrug your shoulders. “Gotham is home, probably always will be and I...wanna go home.”
"I understand." Dick's voice is quiet and he's sad to see your leave but he understands. Finding himself was the hardest thing he ever did but it was worth it. He doesn't like the idea of you going to Gotham, not with what Gotham does to people but if it's what you need to do, he can't stand in your way. "Where are you gonna stay?"
You give him a dry chuckle. "With Bruce and Jason." You shake your head again as you roll your eyes. "I understand the irony in that."
"Jason pull some strings?" Dick is a little relieved that you won’t be homeless in Gotham, not he ever thought Jason would let you.
"Mhm." You hum. You don't want to get into it. Dick does not want to hear about that one.
"Have you told Gar?"
You shake your head and the very mention of his name makes you want to run out of the display room and away from this conversation. "No. I will." You say quickly. "You just asked first."
"Tell him soon." Dick says. He has a lot to say but he doesn't want to sway your decision or guilt you about it. He took you in, took Rachel in, and he’s watching you both go off on your own to do your own thing. Maybe he’s a little proud, too.
"I will when we're done." You let out a deep breath. You turn to face him completely this time and you hate to admit, but you'll miss him. "Thank you for letting me be a Titan."
The corner of Dick's lips tugs into a sad smile. "You'll always have a place as a Titan, okay?"
You nod. "So, I can come back when I figure my shit out?" You hope one day you’ll want to. You do like being a Titan, using your powers for good. But for now, it’s not healthy for you.
"Of course." Dick smiles at you. "Go talk to Gar." Dick sucks in a breath and he's let so many people down. He's let you guys down and he won't do that again. "Hey, be careful, okay?"
"Because Jason." You state and the two of them actually worked out some of their shit while Jason was here. Dick actually apologized but you suspect that's what he means anyway because Dick will always think Jason is reckless and impulsive and a bad influence.
Dick shakes his head. "You two have that figured out." Dick lets out a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck and you raise a brow at him. "With Bruce."
You offer a singular, large nod. "I will, I see how you and Jason turned out. You don't have to worry. If...shit hits the fan though...I can call, right?"
"Of course. We'll all be there."
"Thank you. I'm gonna go talk to Gar." You turn to leave. "Hey," You turn back around. "Keep doing this, you're getting a lot better at it."
You head to Gar's room next, deciding to rip the band-aid off. You do feel a little better after talking with Dick. It didn't go terribly wrong which means it should be okay with Gar. You knock on his door quickly, before walking inside. Gar is sat on his couch playing Resident Evil and he looks over his shoulder quickly, offering you a kind smile. The guilt floods back into your blood like a dam's just broken. He looks so happy and content and you’re about to break this to him.
"Hey." You say quietly, taking a seat beside him.
"Hey." He offers you a smile, pausing his game. "What's up?"
"Um..." Your brows furrow as you tug your sleeves over your hands. The action does not go unnoticed and Gar knows something’s up. "I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Is everything okay?" Gar asks, hesitance in his voice.
"I-I, uh, I'm....leaving." You get the words out but it feels like your vocal cords are short-circuiting.
It's as if Gar can feel the last of his heart breaking. Everyone is leaving and he's gonna be left here. Sure, he has Dick and Conner and Kory and Krypto but...what about everyone else? His best friends?
"Why?" He asks, his voice cracking.
"I....I-I-I I just....I need to figure out who I am now. I'm....not...I'm not who I was before and..." You choke down the lump of guilt clogging on your throat. "I need to go back to Gotham and find me and....just figure out my fucking shit."
"Why can't you do that here?" He asks and he's so sad, you can see it in the way his eyes dodge yours
You shake your head, offering him full transparency. "I fucked up. I couldn't save Jason and me. I have these powers and they were fucking useless. I couldn't talk him out of it, hell, I went along with it. I never would have done that before. But...I felt like I had something to prove to myself. That I'm strong and I'm not as weak as Jerry made me feel but then I was dropped from a fucking skyscraper with my best friend and we almost died. And then........." You keep your eyes on him because if you’re going to do this, you owe him that. "CADMUS attacked and I couldn't save any of us, or myself." You scoff. "Then, Donna." You shake your head. "I just feel useless and not good enough and...scared. I'm so sick feeling that way and running myself right into the ground over it. I never had healthy coping mechanisms but..." You suck in a deep breath. "I don't sleep and I train all the time. I need to leave and get away from the this city, figure out who I am outside of a Titan because I was thrown into this. I chose it, but thrown into it and I need to just get away for a little bit. Gotham is a shitshow, but it's fucking home."
"Gotham?" Of course, it's Gotham. Where else would you go? But, it hurts anyway. That's literally across the country.
"I know." You nods softly. "It's....it is my home, Gar. I was born there and raised there for almost my entire life. My mom is buried there. I need to go back. It's....I always felt like I belonged there"
He nods, not knowing what else to say. He won't convince you to stay, it's not him. He respects you and your decision even though it hurts. Even though he's upset. It hurts. Everyone is leaving again.
"You're not useless." Gar gets out. "And you are good enough. I know you don't believe it but it's true."
You nod. "Yeah, it just doesn't feel like it and I need to not feel like this anymore."
"I understand." Gar offers a solemn nod.
"I'm so sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry." Gar forces a sad smile to his face. "It's what's best for you. If it's going to make you happy, it's the right thing to do."
"Thank you." You swear you have no idea what you did to deserve his friendship.
"Where are you gonna stay?"
You let out a soft laugh. "That's the irony. With fucking Bruce Wayne and Jason, of course."
"You're gonna live with Batman?" Gar's eyes widen and it makes you laugh.
"Mhm, can you believe it?"
"Do...do you think you'll see the Batcave?"
Your nose scrunches as you lets out a laugh. Of course, that's what Gar is interested in. "I hadn't thought about it, Gar."
"It's Batman's Manor." Gar's eyes are wide with excitement.
"If I see the Batcave, I'll let you know." You shake your head. "You could come visit and you're a Titan so like...maybe you'd convince Bruce to show you anyway."
"That'd be so cool." Gar beams.
"I kind of just wanna throw a Baterang."
"You would." Gar chuckles softly. "Jason though." Gar shakes his head and he's also kind of waiting to see when that's gonna happen. He's pretty sure everyone kind of is at this point.
"One of the free perks of living with Bruce Wayne." You state and Gar groans. "What?"
"Nothing." Gar shakes his head. You and Jason will figure it out. "When do you leave?"
You offer him a yikes expression before giving him an awkward smile. "Two days."
"You waited until now to tell me?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna try to work on that. I was scared." You shrug. "It seems easier not to tell you."
"You can always tell me things."
"I know." You let out a soft laugh. "Did...you wanna play some Mario Kart though? We have two days to still play." You’re ready to be done having the conversation. It’s not easy for either of you and you’d rather be enjoying the time you have left rather than talking about it.
Gar lets out a laugh, a toothy smile landing on his lips. "Okay, yeah, grab the controllers." Gar states, saving his game while you grab the controllers from the switch.
It's gonna be weird not having you around. But, Gar understands it's what's best for you. He'll never stand in your way just like he didn't with Rachel or Jason or anyone else that's left. If he's learned anything, it's that the Titans do come back together eventually. Gar has hope you'll be back so he'll enjoy your last two days like he has been.
The next two days go by in a blur and soon enough, it's time for you to leave. You look around your room with a backpack on your shoulders. You give the room a sad smile and you swear you'll be back one day. You do love being a Titan but you need to figure you out now. It's time and you'll be back one day. So, you walk towards the door and close it behind you.
You walk out into the kitchen where Dick, Kory, Gar, Conner, and Krypto are seated around. You offer them all a sad smile. Kory is the first to say goodbye, offering you a hug and telling you not to get into too much trouble. Conner is next, also offering a hug and saying it was nice getting to know you. You make him promise to send you Krypto updates. Gar is next and he wraps you in the tightest hug he's ever given you.
"You'll keep in touch right?" Gar pulls away, eyes sad but filled with hope.
"Of course." You laugh softly. "You're my best friend, always." You flash him a toothy smile
"Good because I'm really gonna miss you."
"I’m gonna miss you, too. I'm just a phone call and flight away." You assure him. "Come visit."
"Will do." Gar offers you a sheepish nod, stepping back so Dick can say goodbye.
Dick stands in front of you and offer you a handshake.
"So fucking professional. You know, you took me in for no reason at all."
"You were injured."
"Yeah, but you could have brought me to a hospital." You quip. "Thank you for everything you've done for me, Dick." This is the most sincere you’ve ever been with Dick. "Thank you for looking out for me and saving my life, more than once. One hundred points for you." A confident smile comes to your lips.
Dick lets out a laugh. "You were really keeping a point system?"
"Well, I was joking but you seemed so surprised, I needed to commit to the bit. So, congrats on your win."
"Thank you." Dick's eyes widen with sarcasm.
You close the distance between you and hug him. It catches Dick off guard but he hugs you back.
"Listen to Kory, don't get into too much trouble."
"Have no worry, Dickolas. I've grown." You say as you pull away.
"You have." Dick nods at you.
"Well, I'll be back and I'll keep in touch." You offer all of them a last smile before walking over to Gar and giving him one final and long hug. You'll miss him the most.
You pet Krypto and give him a kiss before you head to the elevator. Everyone heads to the hallway to watch you leave and the doors shut. This is it, you’re really going home. After over a year, you’re finally going back home and it might be a little bittersweet but you’re so happy. Gotham is a shit show but it will always be home. You miss it.
You exit the building and right outside, there stands Jason with his motorcycle, one helmet on the bike and the other in his hand. He gives you a wide grin. He didn't tell you he was coming. You were given the address for the private landing strip where Bruce would send his private jet to pick you up. You were okay with that actually, just some time to be alone. But now you’re looking at Jason you’re so relieved to see him.
"Miss me?" Jason quips as you get closer.
You scrunch your nose, shrugging your shoulder. "Nope, not even a little bit."
"Alright, fuck you." Jason chuckles, looking to the ground and then back to you. Maybe this has been the longest month of his life.
"I don't think Bruce would appreciate us joining the mile-high club in his jet." You quip, Jason gaining the devious smirk that makes fireworks explode through your heart.
"He doesn't have to know." Jason quips right back.
"No!" You shake your head, a booming laugh escaping your lips. "Shut the fuck up." You close the distance between you, bringing him into a hug and you didn't think he'd actually come just to fly back to Gotham. But, you’re so happy he did. "You didn't have to come. I could have flown alone." You pull away, the biggest smile Jason has ever seen splits your face.
Jason shrugs. "Yeah, but that's not very fun. Thought you'd like some company."
"Thank you, Jay."
"Anytime, babe." Jason hands you a helmet.
"Can't just take an Uber like a normal person?" You quip while the two of you get on the bike. You put the helmet on while Jason gets ready.
"Nope, this is faster." Jason taunts you, looking back at you.
"Okay, Fast and The Furious." You roll your eyes as Jason slides his face shield down.
"Ready to go home?" Jason asks, looking back at you.
"Hell yeah." You slide your own face shield down, wrapping your arms around him before Jason kicks it into first.
The city goes by in a blur as Jason zips between traffic and you have a smile under your helmet. Every piece of you that might have been second-guessing this decision washes away. You’re going home and having Jason be the one that's there, makes the whole experience a little bit better. And you’re so excited to get back to Gotham, see what it will bring you this time around. And Jason is thrilled to be bringing you back home. It'll just be the two of you in Gotham. No Titans, no Deathstroke. Just you. It's you and him.
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Adoração // JTK
Pairing: Jake x reader
Warning: Smut (minors stay away, i beg), mentions of arrests (if that's triggering for anyone), teasing, edging, shower sex, slight cursing, and of course a little fluff, please let me know if I missed anything.
Author's Note: Hit writer's block with this one which is why it took me so long to get finished. I hope you all love this. I'm also debating adding more to this, so let me know.
Summary: You tag along while Jake photographs Sam's proposal and you meet the family.
Part 2: Hot In Africa
“(Y/N)!” Jake calls down the hallway. “Are you ready?”
You come walking down the hall and buttoning up your shirt. “For someone who is usually the one that’s late, you’re rushing me.”
Jake flashes you a smile. “Today is important.” He says grabbing his camera and placing it inside of its carrier. “Sam threatened to kill me if I’m late.”
“Well yeah, you’re his brother. You have to be there.”
“Technically no,” Jake slings his bag over shoulder. “I don’t have to be there. However, he hired me to take photos of the whole debacle. So if I’m late, his whole planned proposal is out of whack and when Sam’s plans are out of whack, he’s out of whack which means everything is going to blow up.”
You rest your hands on Jake’s shoulders. “We’ve got an hour before you have to be there and it takes thirty minutes to arrive. We’ll be fine.”
Jake sighs. “I’m nervous.”
“I can tell.” You giggle.
“Can we please just leave?” Jake whines as he hangs his head back.
“Okay, okay. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.” You say kissing his cheek.
Walking over to the kitchen, you grab your purse and phone off of the counter top.
“Come on, let’s go get some people engaged.”
–
Stepping into the fern conservatory, you look around in complete awe. All of the plants fill the room, lining the walkways and stretching as tall as the glass ceilings. You hear a shutter sound behind you and you turn around to see Jake lowering his camera. You cock your head and rest your hands on your hips.
“Don’t waste all of the film.” You say. “You have to save some for the proposal.”
Jake reaches his hand down to his camera bag that hangs down from his shoulder. He gives it a light pat and smiles. “I came prepared.”
You scoff and roll your eyes before turning back around.
“Did you roll your eyes at me?” Jake says as he follows behind you. You shrug your shoulders. “You know I don’t like it when you roll your eyes at me.” He says pressing his hand into your back.
“I know..”
“Ohh..” He laughs. “So that’s how you want to play it?”
He pulls you into him and lowers his mouth to your ear. “If we weren’t in public, I’d pull you into these trees and fuck you.” You feel your cheeks flush as the aching feelings begin to burn between your legs. “Don’t roll your eyes at me again..”
“There you are!” A voice calls from a few yards down the walkway.
A taller man makes his way in your direction. His hair is wavy like Jake’s but longer, stopping just a few inches away under his shoulders. His facial hair is a lot thicker than Jake’s, shaped perfectly around his chin and molding over his top lip like a fluffy caterpillar.
“Sammy boy!” Jake greets, a bright smile forming on his face.
“Glad to finally have you back in Michigan.” Sam says as the two of them hug. “How’ve you been?”
“I’ve been…great.” Jake says, nodding his head. He turns towards you and holds out his hand in your direction. “I’d actually like to introduce you to someone.” He says reaching for your hand and pulling you over to the two of them. “Sammy, this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”
“Ohh..” Sam chuckles. “Josh wasn’t lying when he said you had a girlfriend.” He extends his hand out to you. “It is a great pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” He says shaking your hand. “So.. Photos..” He claps his hands. “How are you going to hide in this place? It’s pretty small.”
Jake points to the window. “I’ll hide outside,” Jake says. “Snap photos through the window at the beginning and when she says ‘Yes’, I’ll come in and finish the photos with posed shots.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Sam says. “I love it.”
“Are you nervous?” Jake asks.
“I wasn’t until you said that..” Sam says who’s now wringing his hands and shaking his shoulders.
“Sorry..” Jake mumbles.
You quickly jump in and grab Jake’s arm. “We’ll just be outside..hiding. You’ll be just fine, Sam.”
You shove Jake out of the conservatory and drag him behind the wall. You slap his arm with the back of your hand. “Are you nuts? You never ask if someone’s nervous right before they make the biggest decision of their life.”
“Wha–I’m sorry!” He says rubbing his arm. “Geez, did you have to hit me?”
“Yes, I-”
“Shh..” Jake hushes as he covers your mouth. “She’s coming..” He pushes you behind him and pulls out his camera. Slowly he stands up to peer through the window and starts taking snapshots of the couple. “Yes.. Calm and steady Sam. Calm and steady.”
“You know he can’t hear you, right?”
“Shut up..”
“Well, he can’t–”
“I swear, you better shut up.” Jake says quickly snaps more photos. “YES!” He shouts, throwing his hands in the air. Both Sam and his now fiance look towards the window. Jake’s eyes grow wide and he sheepishly waves at them. He grabs your hand and pulls you back around to the entrance and inside the building.
“Were you outside the whole time?” Sam’s fiance questions.
Jake nods his head and holds up his camera. “Uh, (Y/N), this is Sam’s now fiance–Haley. Haley, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”
“Oh it’s so wonderful to get to meet you!” Haley says as she wraps you in a hug.
“You too!” You giggle. “Congratulations as well! From what Jake’s told me about Sam, it sounds like you got yourself a keeper.”
Haley gushes and nods her head. “Look,” She holds out her hand for you to look at. “Isn’t it so gorgeous? He definitely did a phenomenal job picking it out.”
“Okay, okay. You two can fawn over the ring later, right now we have to get these photos done before the sun starts going down.” Jake says as he waves his camera in the air.
“Right, right–of course.” Haley says. She grabs your hand. “We’ll finish talking later.”
—
Walking up the steps of Jake’s childhood home, you pause on the porch, your body going rigid. Jake turns to face you and gives your hand a light squeeze.
“Hey,” He rubs his thumb over the top of your hand. “I promise everything will be great.”
“But your parents–”
“My parents already love you.” Jake steps closer to you and gently caresses your cheek. “There’s nothing to be worried about. Take a deep breath.” You do. “If at any time you get overwhelmed, just squeeze my hand and I will take you away from it.”
“Can you take me away now?”
Jake smiles and places a kiss on your forehead. “Give it a try,” He says. “For me.”
You nod your head. “Okay.”
Leading you inside the house, you hear laughter coming from the kitchen. “Joshua Michael! I can’t believe you said that!” Jake hangs up your purse and leads you into the kitchen where you two find his family gathered around the kitchen island joking and laughing.
“Jake!” His mother exclaims as she rushes over to him. “Oh my baby, I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Hey Mom..” Jake chuckles as he hugs her back.
She gasps when she lays eyes on you. “You must be (Y/N).” She says as she pulls you in for a hug. “Jake has told us so much about you.”
“Good things, I hope.” You say making Jake chuckle.
“All good things.” His mother says with a smile. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Kelly just grilled a bunch of burgers and Sam’s working on cocktails for everyone.”
Jake leans down to you. “I’d avoid Sam’s cocktails at all costs.” He says making you giggle.
“Hey now, I’ve gotten better.” Sam says as he shakes up a new concoction before pouring it into a glass. “Tell ‘em Danny.”
A taller gentleman standing beside him shakes his head as a smile creeps across his face. He brushes his curls out of his face. Jake snorts and shakes his head. “(Y/N), meet Daniel. A longtime childhood friend who just seems to never go away.” He jokes and shoots Danny a wink.
Danny laughs. He claps a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I stuck around to make sure this dumbass stays out of trouble.”
“Clearly didn’t do his job very well.” Josh says. “Sammy boy got arrested in high school.”
Sam rolls his eyes. “Let it go.” He grumbles. “Geez, you go to jail once and no one ever lets you live it down.” He looks straight at you. “Have you ever been to prison?”
“Samuel,” Their mother scolds. “Leave her alone.”
“Uh well,” You speak up and lean on the kitchen counter. “I actually have been.”
Sam perks up. “Do tell.”
You suck in a breath before exhaling. “It’s not as cool as yours but.. I was sixteen and got caught spray painting the high school gym.”
Sam’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding..”
A smile spreads across your face. “I wish.. No, I was arrested for shoplifting makeup.”
“She’s cool, I like her.” Their sister speaks up as she walks into the kitchen. “You must be (Y/N),” She says with a smile. “Great to finally meet you, I’m Veronica but everyone calls me Ronnie. Please don’t let my brothers scare you away.”
“Oh, pfft..” Josh slings his arm around your shoulders. “We can’t do that..” He says making you giggle.
The rest of the evening was spent telling stories, some embarrassing ones of Jake but also cute ones that still embarrassed Jake. Eventually he got tired of it and left the kitchen leaving you with his brothers. You politely excused yourself from the table and went to find him.
Finding Jake out on the front porch sitting on the stairs, you walk over and join him. He looks up at you before lowering his head again. “If it makes you feel any better, I thought the stories were cute.”
Jake scoffs and shakes his head. “No, they weren’t.”
“Yes they were.” You say. “Come on, imagining you as a little boy and running around dressed as a pirate? That’s too adorable.” Jake rolls his eyes. “But come on, I bet even now you’d be cute.. Maybe even sexy.”
“Don’t do it..” He says, his jaw clenching. “Not here.”
“Then let’s go back to the hotel.” You say.
“And what excuse would I give my mother for leaving? ‘I want to go fuck my girlfriend’?”
“Well.. Not exactly..”
“(Y/N)..”
“Oh come on Jake.. You’ve been teasing me ever since we left the gardens. The constant edging in the car. I would’ve grabbed the steering wheel to throw us off the road just so you could fuck me in a ditch.. Now you’re pissed at them for embarrassing you. Just say you’re tired and we can leave.”
You could tell he was getting antsy. His knee is shaking and his fists are balled up and hanging between his knees. He takes in a deep breath before exhaling.
“One hour..” He says standing up. “And then we can leave.” Your mouth opens ready to protest but he reaches down and closes it. “Not another word.” He holds his hand out to you and he pulls you to your feet. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.” He whispers in your ear. He pulls away and heads back inside the house.
Who knew time would go so damn slow? It felt like eternity before Jake finally bid his goodbyes to his family and dragged you from the house. His knuckles gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove to the hotel. More like speed to the hotel.
You hadn’t been inside the room for more than a second before he already had you pinned to the wall and his lips pressed to yours. Grabbing fists full of your shirt in his hands, he rips it open and tosses it away before tearing off his own shirt. He pulls you in close to his body, your chests pressed together. You can feel his heart racing. He’s eager and impatient.
Hoisting you onto his waist he carries you over to the bed and lays you down, his lips never breaking from yours. He lays down and pulls away long enough to unbutton your pants and pull them off. His eyes grow wide as he sees just how soaked your panties are already. A low growl emits from his throat and his hands tighten around your thighs.
Pulling down your panties he tosses them to the floor before bringing his face back between your legs. Your head falls back into the mattress as a moan slips out when you feel his tongue graze against your center.
“Oh fuck..” You groan.
“Mmmm, does my baby like that?”
“Yes…” You moan.
He continues working you with his tongue before pulling away and inserting his fingers. Your back arches as you clutch tightly to the bedsheets.
“My pretty girl,” He says, pumping his finger in and out of you. “You always do so well for me.” He leans over top of you and holds your chin in his hand to turn your head to look at him. “Look at me, I watch to watch your eyes as your pupils dilate. As your body gives in.”
You can see the darkness fill his eyes like something has taken over him. Jake moans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“Fuck baby,” He says feeling you clench around his fingers. “Already?”
You nod your head as you hold tightly to his biceps. “Jake… I need to..”
“No baby, not yet.” He says before retracting his fingers.
“Jake..” You whine.
“Hold it..”
“But Jake-”
“I said, hold it.”
He climbs off the bed and pulls off his pants before heading for the bathroom. You watch as he closes the door behind him. Seconds follow and you hear water from the shower running.
“Jake!” You shout. You climb off the bed and storm over to the bathroom and throw open the door. You can see the silhouette of his body through the shower curtain. “Jacob! You’re taking a shower?!”
“Yes princess.” He responds. You watch as his arms raise by his head and drag through his hair.
“Right now?!”
He chuckles. “Was there something you wanted?”
You reach for the curtain and throw it open. He looks at you with his one eyebrow raised. “You can’t just work me like that and then walk away. And then to take a shower?!”
A smirk appears on his face. “Oh.. I was supposed to let you cum, right?”
Your hands slap your bare thighs. “No shit asshole.”
He laughs and wipes his hands across his face to rid it of the soap sliding down from his hair. “Well what are you waiting for?” He says. “Do it.”
“I can’t just do it on command.” You say.
“Oh no?”
“Jacob…” You watch him wash the soap out of his hair. He snaps his finger and points to a spot in the shower in front of him.
“Come here.”
You step into the shower and close the curtain. He pulls you into his body allowing the water to run down your head and body soaking your hair.
“Is that my only job? To make you cum?” He says, his hand gliding down your arms before coming to rest on your hips. He moves one hand back up to your head and he gently tilts it to the side to kiss your neck.
“N-No..” You respond in a shaky voice.
“No?”
“No..”
“So what else do I do?” He says. “Besides making your sweet little kitty pur?” He nibbles on your earlobe before lapping his tongue over it.
“You…” It was hard for you to concentrate on speaking coherent words while feeling his one hand on your hip slip in between your legs and cup your center. “You uh..”
“I what?” He says rubbing his palm in slow circles against your folds.
“You love me.”
“That’s all I do? Love you and make you cum?” He says. “What about when I make you breakfast in bed? Bring home flowers because I saw some in the park that I thought you would like?”
You feel his fingers tease the outside of your entrance before slowly inserting it. Your head falls onto his shoulder.
“Jake…”
“But I have to admit, pleasing you is my favorite.” Pulling his hand away from your center, he pushes you away from him and leans you against the wall of the shower. “I love feeling you squirm against my body as I send you over the edge.” He hitches your legs up and his waist. “But I love it even more, feeling myself inside of you.” He lines himself up at your entrance and slowly pushes inside of you.
Your head falls against the shower wall. “Fuck, Jake…” You claw at his back.
“You’re so warm..” He sighs. “So wet. So perfect.”
He pulls out slightly before thrusting back inside of you. In. Out. In. Out. His breathing becomes labored as he grips tightly to your hips to keep you steady on his waist. You can feel the twisting and burning feeling in your gut, filling your veins and paralyzing your body. He groans feeling your walls clench around his cock.
“Come on baby..” He says into your ear. “Let me feel you.”
“Jake…” You moan. “You… You go first.”
He pulls his head away as he stops thrusting. “What?”
“I want you to go first.” You say. “I want to feel you fill me up with everything. You know you want to. You know you can’t last any longer.”
He thrusts into you more harshly and his fingernails dig into your skin. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you as his grip tightens. One of his hands shoots up the towel holder on the wall above your head as he grips so tightly his knuckles turn white. Like always, he fucks you through his climax and keeps going as you release right behind him.
After allowing you both to calm your bodies, he pulls out of you and rests his head on your shoulder. He holds you in his arms, his hands open flat against your back. You can smell the woodsy men’s shampoo in his hair.
“Your hair smells good..” You say eliciting a laugh from Jake.
After finishing in the shower, you both go out to the bedroom and get dressed before crawling into bed and cuddling with each other. Jake’s arms wrapped around your body and holding you close as he nuzzles his face into your neck like he always does. It doesn’t take long before the two of you drift off to sleep.
The next morning you wake up to the smell of coffee and a breeze flowing through the room. Opening your eyes you find Jake sitting out on the balcony with his laptop resting on his thighs while he holds a cup of coffee in one hand. Stepping out onto the balcony, he turns his head to look up at you and gives you a soft smile.
“Good morning.” You say as you sit in the chair opposite of Jake.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “More like afternoon.” He says. “You slept in pretty late.”
You groan and hang your head back. “I did?”
“Mmhmm..” Jake nods as he sips on his coffee. “I’ve been working on Sam’s photos. You want to look?”
You jolt up right and nod your head. Jake smiles and moves the laptop off of his lap and to the table. He motions you over with a nod of his head and pats his lap. Going over to Jake, you sit on his lap and he begins to scroll through the photos.
“These are wonderful.” You say as you gaze upon the photos in awe.
“This one is my favorite.” Jake scrolls through the photos and stops on one in particular.
Sam and Haley are pressed close together. Sam’s hand rests on the nape of her neck as he cradles her face gently in her hands. Her hand rests on his wrist with their faces only a few centimeters away from each other. He looks at Haley with such love. His eyes worship her as he gazes into her own.
“It’s so beautiful.” You say as you lean closer. “Adoração.” You mutter.
“I’m sorry?” Jake questions.
“Adoração.” You repeat. “It’s Portuguese–means to worship or adore.”
Jake wraps his arms around your waist as he leans forward to lay his chin on your shoulder. “I love that.” He says. “Maybe this will be the photo I’ll display in my gallery.”
You turn your head to look at him. “Your gallery?” Jake nods his head. “You have a gallery?”
“I will soon.” He says. “I found a great space in Nashville not far from my loft. When we head back, I’ll have to show you. I think you’ll love it.”
“Oh, I get to see it before anyone else?”
“Well,” He shrugs his shoulders. “Sam’s been helping me with the interior design and placements for photos but aside from him, yes you will get to see it before anyone else.”
You turn around on his lap to straddle his waist. “I can’t wait to see it.”
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CARMINE OR CRIMSON
CARMINE OR CRIMSON
Hannibal Lecter x Reader
Word Count: 1,209
Summary: You stayed over at Hannibal's place to spend the night because your car broke down. Thankfully, Hannibal is generous enough to prepare you a guest room and a cup of tea before going to bed.
Author's Note: I wrote this idea at 1 am on a school day and I continued writing it at school... Did not regret it :)
You slid the shower door open. A swift stream of wind greeted your freezing body, alerting you to cover yourself with a towel. But you stepped out of the shower first, stomping lightly at the mat to dry up your feet. After all, you didn’t want to leave Hannibal’s tidy bathroom wet. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for the towel Hannibal leaves for you. Turns out it was beside you the whole time, hanging hopelessly on the rack. You grabbed it. Wrapping it around your body, you can’t help but get a sniff of his detergent. His scent was surrounding you, almost hypnotizing you. You shook your head, trying to snap out of your wild thoughts.
Hannibal suddenly calls out your name, his voice sounded muffled inside the bathroom you are in. “Are you done?”
“Yes, almost done!” you screamed as you took a good look at yourself in the mirror before getting out.
“I’ll prepare the tea,” Hannibal continued.
“Oh, Doctor, you shouldn’t have!”
“Please, call me Hannibal, sweetheart.”
You shrugged, releasing a sigh. “You’ve put me in so many trouble already, Hannibal,” you replied, stressing his name purposely.
“I’m still making the tea.” You could hear him smiling.
He is always undefeatable around you. But you still believe he deserves at least a little break. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night by a person ringing your bell, only to have a woman by your door asking you to stay for the night because her car broke down. You were being such an asshole, but you couldn’t return home by walking in the middle of the night. It didn’t leave you with any choice.
You walked out of the bathroom, leading you back to the guest room Hannibal got you. A pair of big pajamas his size was already there for you at the bed, sitting soundly, waiting to be worn. A soft chuckle escaped your lips. Was it the nice gesture? The size being too big? Either way, you couldn’t identify what you’re chuckling at.
Without wasting any more time, you took the pajamas and put them on. The soft fabric falls lightly upon your shoulder, stretching down where your collar bone is visible to the eyes. And don’t forget about the bottoms on your legs where the long cloth kisses the floor.
A Carmine hairbrush at the nightstand caught the edge of your eyes. You slowly approach it as you ponder around. Did he prepare it for you or was it already there? No matter what Hannibal’s intention was, you still take it to groom your tangled, damped hair by the mirror at the massive dressing table.
The sound of creaking holds your attention. You took a peek at the door by looking at the reflection on the mirror. It was Hannibal, he came in with a tray of two cups of tea on top. But when his eyes meet yours, his whole movement freezes.
He gulped, eyeing everywhere out of embarrassment. “I apologize, I should’ve knocked first.” He eventually exits, but you stop him.
“Hey, it’s all right, Hannibal,” you called, manage to stop his tracks. “Please, come inside. It’s your home, after all.”
He smiled at your remark. After standing there for a few seconds, he decides to come in.
Hannibal places the tray down a set of drawers as he studies your appearance. You were trying to avoid his stare from the reflection on the mirror, steering clear of his sense of judgment that only makes your head spin.
“I should’ve given you a smaller size,” he finally said, growing a smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t keep women's clothes around my house.”
The way he says it almost made you question him, but you shake it off with a light smile.
“You know, I’m already thankful that you prepared me some clothes,” you said, finally meeting his gaze from the reflection in the mirror. “I was just about to go to sleep immediately.”
Hannibal smiled. “I must always satisfy my guests.”
He returns to the tray, grabbing one of the steaming cups and handed you the tea. “Fancy a cup?”
You shake your head. “Oh, you.” You place the Carmine brush down and receive his offer. “Thank you, Hannibal.” You took a small slurp. The taste of floral and fruttines melts in your tongue, leaving your mouth with a sweet aftertaste.
Your eyes widened in awe. “I’ve always loved Oolong tea,” you said. “Thank you.”
But he didn’t respond. Instead, he took the Carmine brush you set down. As you raise your head to meet his reflection in the mirror, Hannibal holds a handful of your hair and brushes them down gently. You almost choked in your tea.
“Oh, Hannibal, you…” But you were left stuttering at your own speech, puzzled as to what you should tell him.
“Yes?” he responds, not taking his eyes away from brushing your hair. “I’m all ears.”
The way he was so thoughtful in keeping your appearance clean and neat yet was still focused enough to listen to you… It almost distracts you from your own train of thoughts.
“This is Carmine, right?��� you asked, finally knowing what to say. He stopped brushing for a second, thinking. “The color of the hairbrush?”
He continued not long after. “Oh, yes,” he answered. “But I have to admit, I never really knew it was Carmine. I always thought it was Crimson.”
You wanted to ask, is that why you gave it to me? Because the color represents passion, love, and affection? But you didn’t dare to leave a comment. Crimson could mean danger or warning too, after all.
“What does the color Carmine symbolize, anyway?” Hannibal asked out of the blue. Was he reading your mind?
“Crime.”
Blaring silence came between your shared gaze. Hannibal smiled.
“Funny,” he said.
You raised a brow. “Is it?” you asked. “How come?”
“Because I always thought the hairbrush represents love and excitement due to the color,” he admits. “It’s bizarre to hear that it means… Crime.”
“I guess it depends on the person,” you said. “I mean, I see Carmine at first. But you?”
It took him a few moments before he finally responded, “Crimson. Always have.”
No more conversing resumes. The silence prolonged, but it wasn’t that blaring type of silence. Nothing but the sound of Hannibal brushing your hair filled the chilly room. And you both seem to find comfort in it.
After your hair appears more neat than before, Hannibal slowed down until he completely stopped. He sets the hairbrush back at the nightstand, but your eyes helplessly follow it. Hannibal chuckled.
“Still wondering whether it’s Carmine or Crimson?” he asked as he approached you, snapping you away from the hairbrush. “You’ll always appear Crimson to me, darling.” He puts his hand on the back of your head as he moves closer, kissing your forehead softly. “Have a good night's sleep. I’ll make breakfast first thing in the morning.”
Hannibal exits the room, leaving you in your spot. Sitting alone with your crazy thoughts, your head burns on unanswered questions. Did he kiss my forehead? Why did he do that? He never does that.
Turns out, Hannibal’s statement was correct. You’re always Crimson to him.
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Stranger
Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm back! Kinda... I know it's been an awful long time since I've been here and I apologize for that, but a lot of things happened in my life that I didn't see coming and I needed time to get myself together. Turns out writing is a really big part of me and I can't keep myself away from it. Anyway, I don't want to ramble on for too long so here is my "I'm back" fic which is a Crowley fanfic. I hope you all like it and please give me feedback as I haven't written anything for about a year. Love you all! ❤
Word count: 1470
Warnings: very minor alcohol consumption, very light language
Summary: While having a few drinks at a bar, you meet a very intriguing stranger.
He must not be from around here. This was your first thought after seeing him interact with the other patrons at the bar. You were sitting in the dimly lit corner of the place, just observing the people mingling about.
"You see, you cannot fix this yourself" his voice floated across the room, filling the air and along with it, your ear. He wasn't close to you at all, but he didn't know how to keep his voice down so everyone around him heard his conversation with another man. "You need me, whether you like it or not" you rolled your eyes, simultaneously with his partner, at his confidence.
He strolled in about half an hour ago, his partner following him a few minutes later. He had a presence that immediately gravitated eyes toward him, including your own. His all-black outfit and sunglasses kept your attention on him as he sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.
The other man answered him, but he seemed more socially aware as he talked at a lower volume. He wore all white, which was somewhat a comical contrast to the other. Did they do this on purpose? You snorted at the thought of them coordinating their outfits in the morning.
Grabbing your drink to take a sip from it, you looked over the edge of the glass keeping your eyes on the man. They kept on talking more quietly so you didn't hear the conversation.
Sighing to yourself you put down the glass, now empty. Well, I better get another one. You stood up, the chair sliding on the ground. A few heads turned toward you, but you paid no mind to them, your eyes fixed on only one man. You didn't understand why you were so fascinated with him. Surely, he wasn't anything special.
Slowly you walk over to the bar where they're sitting and try not to look like you're eavesdropping. You ask for another drink.
"Another one, please" your voice catches his attention and he very slightly turns his body toward you. It would be unnoticeable to most people, but you're watching him especially closely. Swallowing hard, you feel his attention on you, but you try to not give any sign of it. You shift under his fierce eyes.
"Crowley!" his friend calls out to him, making him avert his eyes from you. You let out a small sigh and your shoulders relax. You didn't even notice you were tense. The bartender places your drink in front of you and you lift it to your lips.
"What, angel?" he answers, sounding annoyed. You choke on the liquid. Angel? Oh. So they are a couple. You try to cover your mistake by turning away and quickly exiting the situation, but you're stopped by a voice.
"Excuse me, you-?" white outfit started, but the other cut in.
"Now listen here, you little shit!" your eyes widen as you turn back to them.
"I beg your pardon?" your voice comes out an octave higher than it would normally.
"You can beg all you want" your hold loosened on the glass, mind suddenly empty. He stands up and towers over you "Were you eavesdropping?" he quickly gets to the point, clearly not wanting to waste time.
"No?!" it came out as more of a question than a statement. Curse you for not being able to lie well.
"You know that lying is a sin, right?" his face comes even closer, forcing you to lean back a little.
"Yeah, I don't really care what they think of me up there" shaking your head you briefly look up at the ceiling to signal who you're talking about. This earned a smirk from him as if you said something funny. His partner, whom you had actually forgotten about, appears over his shoulder.
"It is really impolite to listen in to other people's conversations" he explained as if you were a child.
"I know, but I have ears and I was standing right next to you" shedding light on the situation, you gesture with your hands.
"That's no excuse" he shakes his head.
you wanted to look into his eyes but the sunglasses were hiding them.
"I understand it was a private conversation, but you weren't exactly talking quietly"
"I know that in your situation you have to be private, but I think you should get better at that"
"Our situation? Wha-?" angel furrowed his eyebrows.
"Okay, that's it" Crowley grabs your arm and drags you out of the dimly lit bar. His partner takes the drink out of your hand when you pass him by. You walk through a door on the side which leads to an empty corridor. Red lights illuminate the space, but you don't have time to look around before you're pushed against the wall, two hands holding the collar of your shirt. The face of the owner of those hands comes super close to yours, your noses almost touching.
"So do you wanna talk or do I have to make you?"
"Talk? About what?" you want to look into his eyes, but the sunglasses are covering them.
"Don't act dumb with me" he frowns.
"I'm not-" you start to disagree with him, but he cuts you off.
"Listen here, I'm not a good man" his hands move to rest on either side of your head, completely caging you in.
"Does the outfit supposed to convey that?" your eyes travel from head to toe, clearly finding amusement in the situation somehow.
"What?" he is taken aback by this. No one has ever made a comment about his clothes to his face before.
"The black clothes and sunglasses really give off a mysterious vibe" you slightly chuckle, but it is only a distraction from your small blush.
"So you think I'm mysterious?" tilting his head, he leans even closer.
"I'm glad you got the point" your sarcasm is clear as day, spiced with a hint of a smile on your lips. Crowley gets lost in the tense air between you two and the silence stretches long before you break it as you slowly come to your senses.
"Shouldn't you get back?" you clear your throat, suddenly remembering his angel back at the bar.
"Why should I?" he looks puzzled like he really doesn't understand your question.
"Don't you have someone waiting for you?" you narrow your eyes at him.
"Oh, Aziraphale? He'll be fine" you finally learn his name, but you don't get the nonchalance he displays.
"Your boyfriend will be fine with you being this close to me?" doubt makes you raise your eyebrows.
"Boyfriend?" his voice is a few octaves higher than you've heard so far. It makes you think that you've made a mistake. He narrowly backs off, but still doesn't move his hands.
"Yeah" you nod, trying to look into his eyes through the glasses. How does he see with those things on?
"He is not my boyfriend! He is not even a friend!"
"Sorry, but I don't believe that"
"You don't belie-" he gasps in disbelief, his hands sliding off the wall as he fully stands "What do you mean you don't believe it?"
"Well, you called him angel" he just stares at you, dumbfounded at the accusation of him loving Aziraphale like that.
"Because he is one!" his voice is still high-pitched.
"Yeah, to you!" you raise your voice as well, filling the dim red air around you. He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. Suddenly he grabs ahold of your waist and pulls your body flush against his. A yelp escapes you as you crash into him, the hasty movement catching you off guard. His face is all you can see because of his closeness.
"Stupid human" he mumbles into your lips before pressing his on yours. It comes as a wave of fresh air, his arms anchoring you down among the whirlwind that is his kiss. His lips are searing as they move against yours. After a while you have to break away from him, his intensity starting to overwhelm you.
You need a few seconds to get yourself together so you keep your eyes closed. They only open when you feel his hands leave your hips, but when they do you are left absolutely stunned. He is gone. You look around frantically trying to find him, but he is nowhere to be seen.
"Crowley?" you call out to him, but there is no answer.
Going back to the bar is your last option, but upon walking in you find it void of his powerful presence.
It is only after your mind clears as you stumble out of the bar, that you realize that you didn't talk about the reason he dragged you out to that corridor in the first place.
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Father of Mine
Summary: Master Lee respects Kim Doju's response to his offer.
Author's note: Yeah it's official I'm obsessed with the second older couple, I was so sad they had no scenes together today lol (Go away Park Jin don't capsize my ship!!) I can't stop imagining them as one big happy family so here I go again with more Master Lee and Kim Doju.
He understands immediately what she's doing and while it does make his chest ache with its indirect stab he accepts the non answer to his request for courtship.
He sits at the table sipping on a fine cup of tea wondering what excuse will come out of her lovely mouth this time.
"Oh, Master Lee I did not intend to keep you waiting but unfortunately I cannot take a walk with you today. I must..." He calmly watches her eyes dart around the room as if praying that something will simply manifest and save her from entertaining him. With a sad but complacent smile he finishes the last of the jasmine infused tea, ignoring the burn on his tongue. Her rejection hurts far worst than that anyway.
"I understand."
She pauses looking guilty for only a moment before asking, "You do?"
He nods solemnly before standing to take his leave. He dips his head in a bow regardless of their positions, it was nice to feel such passion for another. He intends to remember it fondly.
"I best take my leave."
Carrying himself with grace that he does not feel inside, he walks with ease towards the door.
But quick as lightning, she's moving chasing him with panicked eyes glancing at him in question before grabbing the sleeve of his robe, her fingers tight on the smooth material.
It feels like she has pushed her hand through his chest and gripped his heart directly. It's hard to breathe.
"Wait! I- I cannot go but Jang Uk is visiting, he could keep you company so this would not have been a waste of your time."
This already the furthest thing from a waste, he was able to see her, drink her tea and feel her hands on his sleeve, it was all worth more than anything he owned.
But he does not dare utter such damning words lest he make her uncomfortable with his unwanted attention.
He contemplates his response, he had intended to return to his room and tend to his wounds but hope shines brightly in her distracting eyes and he cannot deny her anything especially this, he can admit that he enjoys spending time with the boisterous boy. He is intrigued to say the least, Uk's talent is undeniable and unlike others he does not think that power always leads to corruption. Uk is good, and he can remain this way with guidance.
The decision is easy in the end.
"If he is not previously preoccupied." He hums easily, trying and failing to ignore her hand still clutching him firmly.
His eyes widen as she jumps suddenly in glee, an adorable sound leaving her lips as she shakes her head in decline.
"He's not busy at all!"
Then he's left standing alone as she finally releases him to go retrieve her young master and in his eyes adoptive son.
They were quite the pair.
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She knows that she should halt her silly trickery but how can she when Uk had come home with such evident pride and joy on his face after their fishing trip?
She had tried her hardest to be a mother figure to him, knowing she could never dare take the place of his real mother but when he had looked up at her with those huge curious eyes she knew in that moment she was a goner. Her heart belonged to him.
As a boy it was easier to hide him from his reality- showering him with all her love so he wouldn't ask about his parents but as he grew so did the questions and his self loathing. He would watch let kids with longing so clear in his eyes it made her want to hide him away from the world and its cruelties.
"Did they leave because I'm not good enough?"
She refuted his question adamantly hugging him tight as he sobbed into her arms, angry tears wetting her shoulder and shattering her heart.
He cried most nights until one day he just stopped.
Stopped caring.
Stopped crying.
Just stopped everything. And that she found, wasn't any better.
But now there had been a change in her Uk, something profound and she couldn't quite put her finger on it but he was happier, smiling more and determined- the little boy that hid behind her legs and snuck honey biscuits when he thought she wasn't looking was finally becoming a man, it was enough to make her cry tears of relief.
And she wants to keep adding to that happiness, he deserved to have his cup run over. It has been empty for so much of his life.
Master Lee was a surprise but a welcome one.
He was kind, calm, soft spoken and gentle. She had never met a man quite like him before, he made her feel....
She shakes her head stopping those thoughts. This wasn't about her, it was about Jang Uk. Of course no one could replace his father but it was obvious how much he admired master Lee.
It was a feeling that she truly understood.
Even know as she surreptitiously watched them sparring in the center of the manor she could see Uk, taking his shouted directions and twisting to meet his sword head on. Master Lee was.... captivating to say the least his magical powers so strong she had never seen him wield a sword until now. But his swordsmanship was evident in the deft way he moved and easily evaded her Uk. They were clearly no match, at least not yet but she had full faith that Uk would make himself one day.
She was already proud of him for refusing to let the world break him.
"Not bad. I'm impressed that you haven't given up yet. Not many people can last this long in a spar with me."
"Are you bragging right now?" Uk quips back, while grinning at the backhanded praise.
She gasps in shock at the impertinence of her young master, that was no way to speak to an elder and the urge to admonish him and twist his ear was overwhelming. But she stays hidden curious to see master Lee's reaction.
She doesn't have to wait long.
His brows raise before one side of his lip follows, humour clear on his face.
"I do not brag. Stating facts are not bragging."
Her young master looks vaguely disgusted at the reply, his tongue poking out in jest but to her shock instead of reprimanding him Master Lee only grins wider before launching himself at her master who is unprepared, knocking his sword from his hand.
Uk looks disappointed staring at his sword before starting to rise with a sigh.
Her chest squeezes as the older man extends a weathered hand to her defeated master.
"You have a long way to go."
He tugs her young master easily to his feet, moving his hand to his shoulder now.
"But you are going. You should be proud of your progress."
Ah.
There it was, that smile.
She can't help but smile along with her young master, watching fondly as they walk away together.
Distantly she can hear Uk's loud childish whining.
"Why did I have to bet my biscuits? Don't you get enough biscuits from Kim Doju, why do you need mine too?"
Oh! That reminded her, she would need to pack more biscuits for Master Lee and his favorite foods.
He was doing her such a service it was only right that he was properly rewarded.
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He has fun. He's been having a lot of fun since he stumbled upon the fiery young master and his loyal "maid" who he had noticed watching their spar raptly.
But he knows that he can no longer stay here, it wouldn't do to make Kim Doju uncomfortable in her own home. He would meet Jang Uk outside and hope that they could all move past this transgression.
He glides to the exit, it will be easier to go without a formal farewell. He already told her that he understood so anything more wasn't necessary.
She was a beautiful woman in far more ways than her face. He just hoped that the man who received her heart cherished it the way she deserved.
He's almost at the door when he hears rapidly approaching steps and pants filling the otherwise silent air. He knows who it is without even turning. Can already feel her immediate effect on him.
"Master Lee! Wait!"
He sighs closing his eyes for but a second, finding his calm before spinning to meet her gaze flooded with confusion.
"Where are you going? Why are you leaving without saying goodbye?" 
He struggles not to make an unsavory face, remembering how she lied and tried to escape his presence earlier. Her behavior made no sense now.
"I thought this was better."
"How is this better? Is this how you treat someone that you claim to-"
She screams slapping a hand over her mouth, her eyes wider than he's ever seen them.
He processes her words, dissecting them piece by piece before doing the same to her face.
She was blushing.
Her heart rate was abnormally fast, he could see in a vein in her throat.
Her hands were twisted in the furling material of her dress.
"You're embarrassed....and upset?"
She looks away with a huff, the first time he's seeing this infamous temper that others have warned him about. Uk's warning the loudest.
Unfortunately for him, her ire does nothing but make his heart pound even faster.
"How could I not be when you leave without any word?"
"Kim Doju, I have come to see you three days this week. You declined my offers each time. Surely, you know that I would understood what you were telling me."
She blinks slowly, mouth falling open comically before realization unfolds on her face like badly conceived origami.
"Oh. You thought...."
There's no need to finish the sentence, the rest is crystal clear.
"Yes. I told you earlier, I understand. You are politely rejecting me. I've never done this before, but even a fool like me gets that much."
The shock minutely starts to melt from her face as he speaks, but it's merely transfered to him as he watches her eyes melt into something too soft and too tender.
Too much to be pointed at him.
Worse than a blade.
"You thought I was rejecting you yet you still spent time with Jang Uk today. You still trained with him and praised him and--" the rest of her words are swallowed by the sob that tears through her lips.
His body moves towards her before he even makes the conscious decision.
He had made her cry.
He wants to attack himself.
Placing both hands on her shoulders he speaks in his most soothing tone.
"Do not cry. This will not affect my relationship with your young master. I like him and enjoy spending time with him, I know it makes you happy but I also wanted to do it. So you don't need to worry."
It's not until she looks at him that he realizes how close they are standing, her face filling his vision and desires that he shouldn't have swarm him like pests.
"I....I should leave."
He lowers his hands with finality, taking one, two, three steps backwards before turning and continuing his journey- he will go stay with Heo. His pupil will be too eager to house and tend to him. He had been so offended when he had informed him that he would be staying at the Jang Manor.
"Yes!"
His foot pauses mid step, arms frozen by his side.
Was she agreeing that he should leave? That seemed superfluous as he was already making his way.
So she must be agreeing to something else.
He retreats once more.
When he turns her eyes are on the ground but the flush on her cheek is even more blinding than before.
"Look at me Kim Doju."
She pouts, shifting nervously before following his request.
"Yes? What are you saying yes to?"
More shifting. She looks more nervous than soul shifters in front of Gwigu. It almost makes him laugh.
"To the offer you made. Before. My answer is yes."
"You want to take a walk?"
"What?"
She glares at him. He stares back blankly.
"I have made you many offers recently. Most that you have already turned down. So please be specific. I do not want to get confused."
She bites her full bottom lip and he's tempted to know how it would feel if he did that to her. Or her to him.
Lord, he needed to have more tea.
"Your less gracious than I had originally thought."
He shrugs, moving closer to her. Eyes never leaving that face that haunts him.
"I just prefer clarity. I want you to clearly tell me what you want."
She gets that same glint in her eyes that he's seen on a certain troublemaker before she steps closer with thunder in her eyes.
"You."
This time he stumbles back, his face feels like it's on fire.
"Was that clear enough for you Master Lee?"
He should be scared that the smirk on her face does nothing but make him want her even more, he desperately wants this whirlwind of a woman.
"I never meant for you to think that I was rejecting you. I just... spending time with you makes my master happy and I wanted him to be happy. Seeing you together makes me.... happier than I thought I could be. His father left when he was young and I've been all he's had but now he has you too."
His heart warms as he listens to her explanation, not at all surprised that she was motivated by her love for her young master. Any anger that lingered behind disappears as he stares at her in disbelief at the implications in her words.
Too heavy for him to conceive them now.
For once he's speechless and he can only nod his understanding.
"I'm free for a walk tomorrow." She says without preamble, reaching out and tenderly squeezing his hands dangling between them clasped together.
His skin feels too thin for his body.
With a serene smile, she bends to place something at his feet before she starts to walk away.
It's only have he escapes his daze that he realizes the myriad of food at his feet, all wrapped up neatly and prettily with silk and bows.
With a fond smile, he picks it all up making his way to the room that Kim Doju had set up for him. He needed to get some rest after all, he had very important plans tomorrow.
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Chapter 5/?
Arcane University AU
jinx x caitlyn story (bits of caitvi and jinxlux)
Author’s POV
Pulling up to the party, Caitlyn’s anxiety is at it’s peak. The bass booming through the house can be heard from two blocks away. It’s a wonder it wasn’t shut down as soon as it had started. Violet takes it upon herself to get out of the car first to open up Caitlyn’s door. “Madam..”, Vi jokes, while gently holding Cait’s hand, helping her out her seat. Vi doesn’t let go of the girl’s hand until it’s time for her to pull open the house party’s doors. The smell of alcohol and… something burning? hits Caitlyn immediately. Her nostrils flare while she tries to take at least one steady breath. She looks around and becomes hyper-aware of how many of her peers are in this one house. Despite the ample amount of space, Caitlyn feels boxed in. Then the panic sets in. Before her feelings could overtake her, Violet appears next to her suddenly. Caitlyn hadn’t even noticed Vi had walked away in the first place.
Caitlyn eyes the two red solo cups in Vi’s hands. Besides a few of her mother’s social gatherings, she didn’t really drink, the orangey-brown liquid intimidating enough for her. Sensing the girl’s nervousness, Vi reassures her. “Trust me, it’s not that bad. Here just-”, she hands Caitlyn the cup, “-knock it back.” Caitlyn chugs the whole drink. Afterwards, she harshly places the empty cup on the counter next to them and uses the back of her sleeve to wipe off her mouth in disgust. “Ugh! Definitely not champagne..” “Yeah, I know right!”, Vi teases in between laughs. She follows Caitlyn’s lead, and quickly downs her drink as well, before dragging Caitlyn to the middle of the room where a group of people are sitting in front of a coffee table. While walking to the group, Caitlyn has started to feel the affects of her drink. The noises that were overwhelming her moments ago were now fading into the background. Everything was much quiter and Caitlyn could appreciate that.
She nearly didn’t process Jayce approching her, arms wide, voice booming. Returning the hug, Caitlyn peeks over his shoulder and sees a lanky, tired looking young man idly standing behind him, cane in hand. “O-Oh!”, Jayce quickly releases Caitlyn as though he forgot something. He reaches towards the man and grabs him by the hand, slowly pulling him closer. “Viktor, this is Caitlyn..”, he continues, “And Caitlyn this is my boyfriend!”, he announces proudly. She wastes no time politely shaking Viktor’s hand. “Very nice to meet you, boyfriend.” “You as well, Caitlyn.”, Viktor takes a step towards Vi. “And you must be the girlfriend, right?” Both girls blush at the comment but Violet responds with confidence. “Only if she wants me to be..”
After tallking more, the group settles down on the floor with a few other people. Caitlyn freezes up when she notices Ekko and quite literally the largest man she’s ever seen, shuffle over to the coffee table and sit down. Ekko waves at Caitlyn while Scar, however, just grunts as a greeting. Caitlyn distractidly waves back, as she’s too busy looking to see if Jinx is at the party as well. She thinks of asking Ekko but before she can, a radiant, dark-skinned girl with twisted, curly locs joins the group. “Mel Merdarda. Nice to meet you.”, she says mainly to Caitlyn. Ekko watches as Jayce’s eyes shift between Mel and Viktor. You can practically see the gears in Ekko’s head turning but right as hes’s about to come to a conclusion, Viktor begins talking.
"The game we are going to play is called King's Cup. Each person pulls a card. Every card has a different meaning..", he dismissively waves his hand in the air. "..Honestly, too many cards so I'll explain as people pull them.”. He then ruffles Jayce's hair as he says, "Loverboy here is gonna go first." "Wait- what..?", sputters Jayce, who was clearly not paying attention. The game starts off calmly and Caitlyn thinks she might actually enjoy playing it. Vi pulls a 6 card. "Six is chicks. Every girl drinks.", Viktor explains, allowing everyone to get their drinks together. Violet comes back with a beer for herself and a cranberry vodka for Caitlyn. After taking her first sip, Caitlyn thinks she could probably finish it right then and there, but decides on just taking one more gulp. The game continues and Jayce suddenly flatters himself onto the floor after pulling his card. Viktor immediately does the same while shouting, "Four is floor! Hit the deck!" Mel reacts first, followed by Vi and Ekko. Meanwhile, Caitlyn is still recovering from her last sip and absentmindedly asks, “Wait, what deck..?”, causing the whole group to burst out in laughter. “Sorry Cupcake, gotta drink..”, Vi teases Caitlyn while pushing her cup closer to her. Caitlyn more than willingly takes another gulp, savoring the flavor and the warm feeling it gave her.
Before Caitlyn knows it, it’s her turn. She happily leans over and grabs a card. Everyone turns to Viktor expecting him to explain. “Pick a new card.”, is all he says. Caitlyn furrows her brows in confusion. “…Why? What does this one mean..?”. His face gains a pink hue as he mumbles, “..Means strip. One article of clothing.” Honestly, that would’ve been fine. Caitlyn had just the right amount of alcohol in her to fill her body with confidence. Plus it wasn’t like anyone playing the game makes her uncomfortable. She’s about to ask Viktor for more of an explanation, but is left with her mouth hanging open as she sees a flash of blue flow by in front of her. Caitlyn can’t even fully react to Jinx before she starts antagonizing her. “Calm down everybody. She’s probably just gonna take off her socks or something.” Caitlyn notices how usually Jinx’s insults are crafty and harsh but this time she sounds playful. Meanwhile, Jinx internally curses herself for the change in tone, blaming it on the amount of fireball she had consumed.
Jinx had arrived at the party with Ekko, moments after Caitlyn, but went straight to the hard liquor shelf upon seeing Caitlyn. She knew she couldn’t be around Caitlyn currently without some form of courage and ultimately decided on the liquid kind. In conclusion, Jinx was now feeling bold with faded inhibitions and Caitlyn was her target. Little did Jinx know, she wasn’t the only one feeling bold. Without hesitation, Caitlyn reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it right over her head. She locks eyes with Jinx, gaging her reaction. Now it’s Jinx’s turn for her jaw to be on the floor. For the first time in her life, Jinx has nothing to say and Caitlyn catches herself feeling a sense of pride in knowing that she invoked that. The moment is thick, heavy, and short-lived as Vi awkwardly clears her throat. As though she had just been woken up from a trance, Jinx hops up and swiftly walks away, disappearing into the groups of people. Ekko can’t do anything except look at Scar, silently asking if they both had just witnessed the same thing.
Upon Jinx leaving, Caitlyn huffs and puts her shirt back on. She knew she would get some sort of reaction out of Jinx, but she wasn’t expecting her to just up and leave. Caitlyn tries her hardest to stay put even though everything in her wanted to follow after Jinx. She even stays for a couple more rounds of the game, but after finishing her drink, Caitlyn can’t find it in her to fight her desires anymore. “I’m gonna go get another drink.”, she says to Vi. “O-oh! Did you want me to come with?”, Vi asks. “No! I mean, no, it’s okay, I can handle it.”, Caitlyn bluffs, while stumbling a bit trying to stand up. Caitlyn allows her body to gain a bit more stability before beginning her search for Jinx. She isn’t able to do much but glance around, afraid that too much movement will leave her stomach queasy. After a few minutes, Caitlyn is already feeling hot and disoriented, so she heads out to the balcony for some air. Gratefully so, being that as soon as she slides open the door and steps out, she spots Jinx looking over the railing.
If the joint in her hand didn’t show it, then the unnecessary tugging at her hair did. Jinx was stressed. The short moment she shared with Caitlyn, left her feeling flustered and confused. Was Caitlyn trying to prove something to me? Was the display for me or Vi? If it was for me then, why? She’s supposed to hate me. The thoughts flooding Jinx’s mind almost made Caitlyn go unnoticed. Almost. Jinx absentmindedly ashes her joint before turning to look at Caitlyn. She has no idea how to access the situation so she chooses to just be outright about her thoughts. “Did you follow me here?” Caitlyn looks offended and embarrassed, the look on her face as twisted as her emotions. “N-no, Jinx, it’s not always about you. I was feeling sick…” The thought of Jinx knowing Caitlyn’s true intentions scare her half to death. She expects Jinx to say something hurtful and full of spite, but she doesn’t do anything more than let out a grunt mixed with the breath of a laugh. This makes Caitlyn think that maybe she’s scared of nothing. That maybe Jinx is more scared of her than she is of Jinx. That maybe there’s something she doesn’t know and won’t know if she goes about this dishonestly.
So Caitlyn prepares for the worst and confesseses, “I was looking for you though…” Jinx tries to contain herself, only letting a satisfied hum free from her lips. Then there’s silence. Not an uncomfortable one, more like a knowing one. Jinx is comfortable in it and goes back to staring off the balcony, finishing off her joint, not hesitating to light another. She inhales and exhales the smoke, while Caitlyn watches some of the tension leave her shoulders with every puff. “Ugh, I fucking hate parties..”, Jinx complains. “Me too!”, Caitlyn responds cheerily, happy that Jinx has something to say. “But I’m really liking the alcohol, makes everything quieter.” Jinx’s head snaps towards Caitlyn. The taller girl doesn’t realize how much Jinx actually relates to what she just said. Caitlyn begins to think she’s said something wrong. That Jinx is about to make her regret coming out here, but is pleasantly surprised by what Jinx says next. “You know… that’s the first time you said something that didn’t piss me off.” Caitlyn is beaming. She knows it and doesn’t care. Basking in the moment, she jokes back, “That’s something we both can agree on.”
And as if right on cue, Vi is sliding open the balcony door and asking Caitlyn to dance. Jinx isn’t shocked when Caitlyn leaves to go do so. The song switches from electronic and upbeat to slow and sensual. Caitlyn allows Vi to turn her around so her back is pressed right up against the red-heads front. Caitlyn loooks up to see that Jinx is already gazing at her from the balcony. Her cheeks warm up as Jinx licks her lips before placing the joint back into her mouth. In all honesty, Caitlyn stopped focusing on Vi as soon as she made eye contact with Jinx. She was letting Vi lead without a care. Caitlyn can’t look away from Jinx as Vi takes full liberty of trailing her hands up and down her body. Caitlyn wonders if Vi can feel her heart pounding or how heavy her breathing is. What would you think if you knew it was all because of Jinx? Caitlyn notices how cold, steady, and full of jealousy Jinx’s eyes are as she takes advantage of the show in front of her, enthralled by the way Caitlyn’s body is moving. It’s just driving Jinx insane, who she’s watching Caitlyn dance with. Jinx can’t tear her eyes away as she watches Vi drag her hands higher up, finding Caitlyn’s neck before turning it and connecting their lips. Caitlyn’s eyes flutter closed at the contact. For a moment, she gets lost in the kiss. It’s not like she didn’t like Vi. She was obviously very attracted to her. But once Caitlyn is able to think again, all that fills her mind is Jinx. When she opens her eyes, aiming to find the blue-haired girl, she’s hit with the sad realization that Jinx is gone.
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Reunion - Winchester Brothers Imagine (Supernatural/Criminal Minds Crossover)
Title: Reunion
Pairing: Winchester Brothers X Sibling!Reader
Requested: nope
Word Count: 2,202 words
Warning(s): mentions of kidnapping and violence, mentions of John's shitty parenting
Summary: (S.1, E.1 for SPN, just before S.1, E.1 for Criminal Minds) Hotch and (Y/n) are assigned to a case in Jericho, California where men are disappearing without a trace. The first real lead they get causes their pathways to cross with some familiar faces from (Y/n)'s past.
Author's Note: God, I love writing for this character so much.
Find more of this character here!
Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)
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I would've said that it was a normal case, but that would say that any case the B.A.U worked was "normal" and "straight-forward" when they could never really be classified as such.
Hotch and I were sent out to consult on a case in California.
There was a string of abductions occurring. It was always men, always in the same five-mile stretch of road. When you looked into the pattern further, the incidents went back twenty years.
Hotch was thinking it had to be a team with a mentor and a student. That was the only way for the abductions to continue on the way they have.
I agreed. That was the only human way for that timeline to work.
I was raised by John Winchester though. My antenna for the supernatural was up at all times, no matter how much I willed for it to just go away.
I had a multitude of ideas concerning this pattern. Not that I would ever voice them. I would just pray we found the human answer instead.
I knew my hopes were a waste when we showed up on the scene of the latest crime scene.
We were approaching with one of the forensics guys when I spotted them.
My brothers.
I wanted to smack both of them over the head.
Sam wasn't even meant to be hunting. He had found a life of his own at college. He was doing well in school, he had friends, he had a girlfriend. He was so happy. How did he get roped into this?
The two of them were having some kind of quiet discussion when Sam spotted me over Dean's shoulder. He hit Dean lightly so Dean would look at us.
I saw the panic cross his face. Not only at the sight of the F.B.I jackets, but at the sight of me in particular.
"Agents," he said with an incredibly awkward nod of his head.
The two of them walked off.
"Bizarre," I heard Hotch mutter.
"You're telling me," I replied before shaking the image of them out of my head and trying to focus on the case in front of me.
The scene itself didn't get us very far, but the call concerning fake federal marshals did.
We arrived at the police station to see the sheriff sitting with a box of stuff on his desk.
"What's going on," I asked.
"We found out that those two guys from the crime scene were using fake badges to impersonate federal marshals," he explained. "One of 'em used a fake ID with the same last night as another suspicious person that had been snooping the last abduction. The first guy got away and we managed to snag one of the two at the motel. Don't know where his partner went."
"And the box," Hotch glanced at it.
"The older guy was paying for a week or so," the sheriff stood up. "We got in and found news articles and photos of the missing people. Along with some senseless rambling in this weird journal."
I grabbed my dad's journal quickly, instantly recognizing the cover. I flicked through a few pages. It did seem like nonsense to those who didn't recognize it.
"Which one did you catch?"
"The smartass with short hair."
Dean.
"We can't get him to give us any real answers. Keeps giving us the name Ted Nugent."
"We can try to get information about his partner from him," Hotch offered.
"Be my guest," the sheriff motioned toward the door.
"Let me try," I asked Hotch. "Please."
"Why," he replied.
"I've watched countless interrogations now," I explained. "This man isn't going to respond to a stern face and yelling. He'll just taunt you and try to get through your shell. He has a problem with outside signs of authority, clearly. Let me try to get to him."
Now, I wasn't completely lying. I just wasn't working off a hunch. Dean was my brother; I knew he had problems if anyone other than our dad tried to tell him what to do. It was a side effect of being raised as a damn soldier.
"You can try," Hotch said.
"Thank you," I grinned.
"You can step out at any time," he reminded me. I hadn't led an interrogation yet. I had just helped Hotch with most of them.
I nodded.
The sheriff handed me a box of things they found in the motel room so I could take it with me. Something was clearly wrong. My dad was never this careless. None of this would be left on purpose.
What had that idiot gotten himself into?
I took a deep breath before walking into the interrogation room.
"Hello... Mr. Hector Aframian," I greeted, dropping the box on the table and acting like I didn't know Dean in the slightest. "Or Ted. Whatever you said. I'm Agent Campbell with the Behavioral Analysis Unit with the F.B.I."
"Oh, I must be pretty popular if they're sending in F.B.I," Dean smirked at me.
I knew right then that he wasn't going to help me get him out of this. Fine then, he turned his back on me when I left, I'd turn my back on him now.
I sent a condescending grin, "Yeah, multiple missing people on one stretch of road tends to bring in the big guns."
"I had nothing to do with that," he replied.
"Then why show up on the scene and pretend to be federal marshals," I asked. "Because that and the reported mockery of officers on the scene does not look good."
"Why would I jump into your spotlight when there are no leads on me?"
"You would be amazed at how often criminals will insert themselves into investigations," I shrugged. "It's usually a desire to be noticed and seen. Not our fault your plan was stupidly bold."
"Bold?"
"Stupid," I corrected. He rolled his eyes. "That's not even mentioning the missing faces taped to your wall and the collection of news articles going back twenty years."
"I would've been six twenty years ago," Dean shrugged. "It would've been kind of difficult to snag someone off the road in kindergarten."
"Your dad would've only been in his thirties," I shrugged before dropping my dad's journal on the table, open to a collection of photos. "It's Dean, right? He mentions you. And put his real name in the cover. John and Dean Winchester. I've got your names and then ramblings that seem sadistic."
"My dad's not sadistic," he replied.
"I said 'seem sadistic,'" I corrected. "You can see that this doesn't look good, right?"
He clenched his jaw.
"So, your other partner," I pointed at Sam in one of the photos. It was a baby picture. Dean and I sitting with John, who was holding Sammy up for the camera. Silly, fun, a few weeks before the fire, maybe. "That's him, yeah?"
Dean had shut down on me.
"Is that Sam," I asked, acting like I had read it in the journal. "This photo really does show a lot, huh? Why drag your baby brother into it?"
"Shut up," he grumbled at me.
It was an honest question on my part.
Sam was the only one to put an effort into keeping contact with me after I left. I knew about law school and Jess. I knew that he was on track to living a life he was proud of.
"It's your baby brother," I pushed. "And you've made him a suspect in a kidnap and murder case."
"I told you to shut up," he snapped.
"What about this one," I pointed to myself in the picture. "What happened here? Why aren't there records of four of you?"
"That's my sibling," he explained. "They left when they were 18. Haven't heard from 'em."
"Why'd they leave?"
"They thought my dad treated us like crap," he continued. Thought. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. "My dad did his best."
"Best would not be training your kids to be soldiers," I replied. "I've read parts of this journal; I've seen how you act. You were raised to fight."
"There are bad people in this world."
"Doesn't mean you have to walk around with your gun drawn."
Dean clenched his jaw again.
"Now, I have one more question," I flipped to the back of the journal, pointing at some scribbling of Dean's name and two numbers. "What's this?"
"An old high school locker combination."
"Really," I chuckled. "Those have three numbers, but good try."
He sighed.
"I thought coordinates," I shrugged. "Is this a meeting spot... or a dump spot?"
"Even if they were coordinates, we don't have anything to dump," he replied.
I let out a sigh, "So it's a meeting spot?"
"It's not coordinates."
I clicked my tongue, "I don't think I believe you."
"You're kidding."
"Campbell," I looked up when Hotch peaked through the door. He nodded at me to step out.
"I'll be right back."
I stepped outside and closed the door behind me.
"Garcia ran a check on him," Hotch explained. "Beyond his mom dying in a house fire, he's got no clear trigger or stressor."
"What about the dad," I tried to not act a little relieved that they didn't find a motive.
"Nothing going back far enough," he replied.
"So, the notes on his wall," I asked, "they're just some independent investigation?"
"The most we have on this man and his brother is pretending to be law enforcement."
I nodded. As I did, the officers started standing up and leaving the building.
"Shots fired," one of them told us on the way out. "Whiteford road."
"Are we going," I asked. "May not be a part of our investigation."
"Can we afford that risk?"
I sighed before shaking my head and following Hotch out. I stopped at the door. I knew Dean was going to do something stupid. I looked at the interrogation room to see him already standing by the window.
We locked eyes.
I looked down and clenched my jaw before running out again.
I was angry, but he was my brother. I couldn't turn him in like that. I just couldn't. It was the ultimate intersection between my work and my family. And I chose my family.
I didn't hear from either of my brothers until I was back in my hotel room for the night.
It was about midnight when my phone rang. It was an unknown number.
"Hello," I said. Sam used to call from his burner phone all the time. It was normal.
"(Y/n)," just as I suspected. "It's Sam."
"Hi, Sam," I replied. I sat on the edge of my bed and sighed. "What the hell are you doing hunting again?"
"Dean showed up at my place," he explained. "Said Dad was missing and that he needed my help."
"Missing? Dad disappears for a few days all the time. Especially when he fixates on a hunt. What made this so special?"
"Dean said he can feel that something's off."
I ran a hand over my face, "Are you staying with him?"
"No," he insisted. "I have an interview for law school on Monday. I can't stay with him."
"My boss used to be a prosecutor, y'know," I mentioned. "Want me to ask for some advice?"
I smiled when I heard Sam chuckle, "No, I think I'll be okay."
"Good luck, Sammy."
"Thanks," he muttered. "You too."
I grinned, "Love you."
"Love you too."
Sam hung up a few seconds later.
Something in my stomach didn't feel right. It was just this little pinch that something was going to happen. That something wasn't right. It made me feel just a little bit sick.
I didn't get to dwell on the thought before there was a knock on the door.
I opened the door to find Hotch standing on the other side.
"I need to ask you something," he said. I nodded. "Campbell. It's your mom's maiden name, right?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"The other kid in that photo," he muttered. "That was you."
I should've known he would've picked up on it. He was trained to find any pattern he could. That and he was the only member of the team to have ever seen my full name. I didn't want any connection to the hunting world, but I didn't think to go through the process of legally changing it. Hotch had respected that.
"Yeah," I answered. "That didn't change how I handled it-"
"I know. I don't think your brother's involved either."
"Neither is my dad," I added. "He was a bit of an ass, but he doesn't do stuff like this. He tries to help people."
"I believe you," he replied. There was a long pause. "I won't ask for details. It's none of my business. I just needed to know."
"Okay."
"You did well today," Hotch grinned at me.
I grinned, "Thank you."
After I closed the door on him, that dreadful feeling came back. Something wasn't right. I sat on the edge of my bed again as I tried to shake off those thoughts.
What was the universe planning that I just knew was going to be so awful?
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Midnight Adventures
Pairing: soft!dark!Steve x Reader
Summary: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that.
Words: 2.1k
Warning: Dub-con, past non-con implied, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, smut, language. 18+ ONLY
A/N: Inspired by this ask I got . Finally getting back to writing in more than a month.
He was going to tie you to the bed and never let you free. Anger flowed through his veins as he sneaked into the museum, looking around for you. Sam and Bucky snickered behind him, and he resisted the urge to flip them off.
“Cap, can you see any heat signature?” He asked Sam. Sam looked around, turning this way and that until he pointed at the hall on the right.
“That’s your girl right there Steve.” Sam answered, his shield reflecting the dim lights of the museum back. Steve nodded, asking them to stay back and hold off any cops who came in while he went in and got his girl out. Bucky had disabled the alarms you had triggered, but he was sure the place was about to be swarmed with authorities any second now. He had to get you out before that happened.
His feet barely making a sound, he entered the room Sam had pointed and glanced around. The only light streaming in was from the windows, and Steve could see your silhouette moving against one. You were muttering to yourself, stumbling over your own feet as you moved about. He let his gaze wander around the room before fixing it on you again.
You hadn’t realized he was there yet, too lost in your own world. Stepping closer, Steve stood directly behind you and turned his flashlight over you, clearing his throat. You screamed, turning around to look at Steve with a frantic and guilty look in your eyes. Steve opened his mouth to set you straight when he finally caught sight of what you were doing, and he stood there dumbfounded.
It seemed like you were stealing soil. One of the display cases was smashed open and you were transferring the grey soil in there into a glass container in your hand. You stilled, stopping midway in taking more soil as Steve stared at you in utter confusion.
“What on earth are you doing?” He asked, flabbergasted. You gulped, tentatively sealing your jar and putting it back inside the small bag on your back. You stood before him, guilty as small child caught sneaking cookies from the jar. Steve turned his head a little as distant sounds of feet reached his ears. The cops were here.
Without waiting for your answer, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, his eyes narrowed at you. His arms went around your waist, tugging you right into his body as he silently maneuvered you both towards the exit door at the end, peeking out. Two armed cops were coming this way, the faint sounds of grunts telling him that Sam and Bucky had a few others engaged out in the hall.
“Hold on, and don’t scream.” He whispered in your ear and you nodded, holding him around his neck. He walked over to the window and looked down at the deserted street. Pressing your head into his chest, Steve took a deep breath and jumped out. The wind rushed through your hair and you muffled your scream into his shirt, nails digging in his flesh as he landed swift as a cat on the road.
Without wasting a second, he took you and jogged away, the dark not deterring his steps. You tried to keep up with his large strides, dread and thrill of the chase coursing through your veins. A minute later, a familiar black car pulled up before you, Sam grinning at you from behind the wheel.
“Oh honey, you are in trouble.” He smirked, letting you and Steve in the backseat. The police sirens faded away as you all drove back towards the Avengers compound, Steve’s hand still wrapped around your arm. You chanced a glance at him, shuddering at the sheer anger on his face. Shit. You were a goner.
Steve dragged you back towards his room, ignoring his giggling friends behind. You ducked your head and followed him in silence. It was never a good idea to argue with him. Once inside, he locked the door and turned to you, a frown deepening the lines on his forehead.
“What the hell have I told you about trying to escape?” He growled, body tight with tension. It had been a while since he’d been this pissed at you, and you shivered.
“I wasn’t escaping.” You said, nervously shifting on your feet. Steve came closer to you before tilting your chin you, making you look him in the eyes. His eyes were dark and hard, a promise of punishment rolling in them like waves in an ocean.
“Then what the hell were you doing in that museum? You ran away!”
You shook your head desperately, clutching his shirt in your hands. It had been months since you last tried to escape. You knew how futile it was to keep trying. You could never overpower Steve, not with Bucky and Sam always by his side. You’d made peace with your situation a while ago. Steve had snatched you, had kept you by force. And you accepted it as your life. You’d almost come to…enjoy it even.
“I promise you Steve, I didn’t run away.” You implored, looking deep into his eyes so he could see the truth in yours. Unless you did something really drastic, Steve rarely ever got angry with you these days. It was scary to have him so pissed again.
“What were you doing in that fucking museum?” He asked again. You bit your lip before pulling out the jar of soil from your bag, offering it to Steve. He looked at it and then your face, which curiously held embarrassment along with guilt there.
“I was stealing Lunar Soil.” You admitted, shaking the jar slightly so the fire particles in there shifted. Steve blinked at you before taking the jar and examining it, confused.
“Why?” He asked, putting it aside. You didn’t answer and he scowled, stepping closer and closer until he backed you into the wall and stared you down. Running a finger down the side of your face, he brought his lips to yours in a dangerously soft kiss, his other hand balanced beside your head. “You know I have ways to extract information from you. Would you rather I resort to them?”
You gulped, half in fear and half in anticipation. Steve’s punishments were as much a torture as they were pleasure. He was your captor, but he was also the man who would scale every corner of the earth to give you what you want. His body had a way of making you crave his touch, an intimate solace for whenever your mind turned to how helpless your situation really was.
“I – I wanted to –” You stuttered, suddenly shy and mortified. Steve hummed and urged you to go on, his hand gliding down your side to cup your ass. You slowly peered into his face, scrunching yours nose. “I wanted to use it to make moonscreen.”
Whatever he expected you to say, Steve did not expect it to be that. He raised a brow at you, silently asking you to elaborate and you flushed, pressing your face into his chest to hide from his screening gaze.
“Moonscreen, it’s like, you know, sunscreen but for werewolves.” You said at last. Steve’s hands stilled from kneading your ass, a sort of stunned silence between you both. And then he growled low in his chest. He pushed you away to face you, incredulously staring at you.
“Did you run away from my bed in the middle of the night to steal something for a mythical creature?”
You pouted, playing with the button on his shirt to avoid looking in his angry eyes. It was all Peter’s idea anyway, but he was too much of a wimp to steal the Lunar soil himself. It wasn’t fair how you were bearing the brunt of Steve’s anger alone.
“They are not.” You counted softly. “Werewolves exist.”
Steve gave a strangled groan before crashing his mouth on yours, digging his fingers in your soft flesh as he carried you to the bed and dropped you on it. You moaned, kissing him back as he tore through your clothes like a man possessed. His hands were everywhere, mouth leaving a trail of sinful fire as it moved from your shoulder to your chest.
Your hand went behind his head when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, back arching as you urged him to go faster. Wiggling, you untangled your pants from around your knees, wrapping your legs around Steve. He sat up and stripped quickly, covering your naked body with his again. There was a frenzy in his actions, an urgency to have you closer.
Quickly checking if you were wet enough, he entered you in one practiced thrust, tearing a cry from you. You whined, yours arms pulling him closer as he went in and out of you, roughly breathing with each stroke.
“You idiot girl!” He snapped, entwining your hands with his and pinning them beside your head. Sweat glittered on his hairline, his body rocking hard into you, sweet pleasure running down your spine and settling as heat in your womb. “You fucking dumb bitch!”
It seemed like he had a lot to say but just couldn’t. So, he showed you. He kissed you like he was sucking your very soul from your body, he fucked you as if branding you from within, he held you as if he could merge you into himself. Panting, softly cursing, Steve took you hard and fast, eliciting mewls and cries from you that fell like music on his ears.
“Mine. You are mine!” He said, but more as a statement than anything else. “You don’t leave me ever again. Never.”
The coil in your gut tightened, Steve letting one of your hand go to bring his to your bud and flick it with expertise. His eyes were fixed on yours, holding your very being hostage with his power. In a moan that echoed off the walls, you succumbed to his will, shattering below him and falling limp, floating in a haze of glittering pleasure. He buried his head in your neck, thrusting a few more times before finishing inside you, his cum flooding you within and warming your core.
You panted, sweaty and sated, wearing his marks and covered in him. He rolled over, taking you with him so you rested above, your ear over his chest that thumped with his strong heartbeat. Crazily, you found peace. In the hailstorm of your fucked up life, Steve was the one you held you together. He was the one who pushed you down, and he was the one who caught you as you fell. Your sanity, your insanity.
“If I ever wake up to you gone again, I’ll shackle you to me. You get it?” He murmured, running a hand over your back. You nodded, shifting closer into the warmth of his body. He grunted in approval, pulling a sheet over you before he got up to bring a cloth to clean you.
Kneeling before your legs, wiping gently and softly tracing your folds, Steve murmured soft words of love and praise and apology. He kissed your abused hole, the inside of your bruised thighs, the mass of your belly and the softness of your breast. He kissed your eyes and your nose, reaching your mouth the last.
“What is my truth?” He asked, dressing you into soft pajamas and cradling you into his lap. You relaxed into his touch, head on his chest.
“That you love me, and you’ll never apologize for that.” You answered. In the most bizarre way, you did believe he loved you. And though his love wasn’t perfect or without pain, it was what got you through his darkness that confined you here by force.
“And what is your truth?” He asked, lips on the crown of your head. You closed your eyes, listening to the beating of his heart that matched yours.
“That I am yours.” You said, sleep creeping over you in a beautiful embrace. Shifting you in his arms, Steve laid you down and spooned around you, hands covering your own. You wiggled, pressing your bum into Steve’s groin, and smiling at the catch in his breath.
You floated towards oblivion, a dream already encroaching over your consciousness when you sleepily called out to Steve. He hummed, squeezing your hands gently.
“Werewolves are real.” You muttered and before he could so much a snort out a laugh, you were snoring.
Steve smiled into the darkness, running his thumb over the back of your hand. The panic of your disappearance earlier was replaced by fondness, his heart full of love for you. No, he would never apologize for how he had taken you. Just like the lunar soil sitting on your nightstand was still a part of the moon, no matter how far apart, you were always going to be a part of him. That was your truth, both of yours.
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"Such a slut." - Lily Evans
So here's another smut for my fanfiction. @partlystiles wanted me to do it so I did it.
Warnings: Degradation, thigh riding, tit sucking.
Fanfic name: Ligne De L'Amour
Author: _Bibicyle_
(Can be found on wattpad)
"Who the hell invited Diggory?" Sirius scoffed downing his drink from beside Remus.
Remus shrugged.
"The beauxbatons transfer did." Lily shrugged with a small smile.
"She's quite pretty isn't she?" Lily asked Remus and Sirius with a smile.
"Oh? Melora?" Sirius asked with a pursed lips.
"Is that her name? I still haven't talked to her." Lily replied with a shrug.
"Yeah she's a Hufflepuff?" Remus asked with a clenched jaw, jealousy taking over slightly.
"Yeah, she is." Lily smiled.
"Yeah, she's super........uhm....nice." Sirius replied back, thinking back, as if a memory had shown up.
His cheeks tinting slightly.
"You alright Sirius? You look a little lost in the head..." Lily asked, concern melting on her features.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just this partys a bit boring." Sirius shrugged with a grin.
***
Melora shuffled through the crowds of the party, a bright smile on her face as she finally found Marlene.
Gryffindor had won against Ravenclaw and Marlene had invited her to the party.
"Hello Sugartitz." Melora giggled throwing her arm around Marlene's shoulder and taking the blondes cup.
Downing the rest of it with a grin.
Marlene rolled her eyes with a smirk.
"Someone's already tipsy." Marlene laughed looking at Melora.
"Had to do some pregame drinking." Melora shrugged with a small smile.
"Marlene, Can we talk." Melora looked over to where the voice came from, to see Dorcas Meadowes.
Marlene looked at Melora for a second and Melora smirked taking her arm off Marlene's shoulder and walking away.
"I'll see ya later Marls." Melora smirked.
"Anyone wanna join never have I ever!?" Yelled a voice, a crowd going in a circle.
Melora smirked walking over and dropping down beside Remus.
At first she hadn't noticed him but she did as she felt someone whisper in her ear.
"Lovely to see you again, princess." Melora's breath caught as she turned to look at Remus.
A blush spreading across her face as she looked at him.
"Lupin." She replied with a clear of her throat as she turned back to the circle.
"Why so formal princess?" Remus quirked a brow, his mouth still hovering over her ear.
Reminding Melora of the week prior in the broom closet.
"I'm not." She replied with a flustered look on her face, as she looked at him.
"I heard you invited Diggory, why's that?" Remus asked with a clenched jaw, Melora finally noticing the anger in his eyes.
She opened her mouth to speak but James cut her off.
"Alright everyone, pay attention!" James Potter yelled with a smirk.
"Who'd like to start off?" James asked, Amos Diggory raised a hand with a smirk and James nodded for him to start it.
"Never have I ever played a drinking game before." Amos smirked, everyone in the circle taking a sip from their drinks.
As the game progressed more people joined and others left, although it seemed Melora was one of the only ones still only tipsy.
Marlene had raised a brow at Melora on multiple occasions when the girl hadn't taken a sip from her drink.
Melora shrugged, looking down with a faint blush.
"Never have I ever sucked dick in the school." Marlene smirked, not taking a sip from her drink looking directly at Melora challengingly.
Melora narrowed her eyes at Marlene but took a sip anyways.
All four Marauders took sips from their drinks, along with a few other boys.
All the girls besides Marlene taking sips from their cups as well.
Lily's eyes practically bulged out of her head when she looked at James.
"Alright, this is for the ladies. Never have I ever done anything sexual with the same sex." Amos smirked, leaning back in his seat.
Melora watched as a few girls took sips from their drinks.
Melora felt eyes burning into her, so she turned her eyes running over the form of a red haired green eyed girl who stared right back.
A small smirk going on the girl's lips as Melora made eye contact with her.
Melora gave a small smile, her mind wandering as she watched the girl take a slow sip of her drink.
Taking her drink off her lips and wiping away the small line of whisky that dribbled down her chin.
Melora looked away, her eyes widening slightly as a faint blush went on her cheeks.
Melora wondering how long she had been staring.
Wondering if the girl had noticed but when she looked back she knew the girl had noticed seeing as her eyes were still set on Melora.
A bright smirk on the red heads lips as she set her cup down.
The red head nodded her head towards the stairs.
Melora looked behind her confused thinking someone was behind her but no one was and when she looked back she saw the red head already up and away from the group.
A smirk on her lips as she waited by the stairs.
Looking directly at Melora.
Melora stood up walking where the red head had disappeared to.
As Melora walked up the stairs she saw the fiery red hair disappear behind a door, Melora immediately catching up to it and opening it.
As she stepped in she was suddenly pressed against a wall, lips pressed harshly against hers.
Melora froze for a second but then kissed back.
The red head pulled away with wide eyes.
“Sorry! You-You’re so pretty! I couldn-” “My names Melora, what's yours?” Melora cut her off with a smirk as her chest heaved slightly.
The girls flustered expression melted away as she realised Melora was fine with it.
“Lily Evans.” She smiled, putting a hand out.
Melora quirked a brow, grabbing the red heads hand but not shaking it, instead shoving it to the red heads side.
Instead letting her other hand go to the red headed chin. Pulling her into a kiss.
The redhead kissed back right away, both girls fighting for dominance until Melora had started backing them up.
Their lips still finally breaking apart as Lily fell back onto the bed with a gasp.
“Never done this before.” Melora chuckled darkly as she pulled her dress of her head.
Melora had worn neither a bra nor panties, something she always did.
Her best friend Leo had dared her once to do it, and now she did it at every party just for the fun of it.
Lily's mouth hanging open as she stared up at Melora.
“Well it sure seems like you have.” Lily replied, her eyes darkening as they moved up Melora’s form.
“What's wrong Petal? Jealous I can figure it out?” Melora retorted leaning down so both hands were on either side of Lily.
Lily smirked suddenly pulling Melora down and flipping her over, so Lily was now sat on Melora’s lap.
Melora letting out a shaky laugh as Lily did so.
Her hands on Melora’s stomach as her dress lifted up to just above her hips.
“No. I’m not jealous.” Lily whispered, her hand running up Melora’s side as Melora’s breath quickened.
“In fact, I think I’m the opposite, seeing as I have you right where I want you.” Lily pressed her lips to Melora’s again.
Softer this time.
Melora’s mouth opened as she felt Lily’s hand squeezing her tit, giving Lily enough time to stick her tongue in Melora’s mouth.
Melora letting out a muffled moan as Lily’s fingers pinched her nipple, the other hand resting on the side of the girls head.
Melora’s hands rubbed Lily’s thighs, squeezing every few seconds.
Lily seemed to like that seeing as her hips rolled forward everytime Melora had done it.
Melora’s left hand let go of Lily’s thigh, instead moving up her back slightly until she got until a clump of Lily’s hair.
Pulling her hair back so the girl let out a moan, her bruised and puffy lips leaving Melora’s.
Melora moved so she was now sitting up and Lily’s legs were on either side of the naked girls hips.
“What are we going to do now?” Melora whispered with a smirk as her hand tightened around Lily’s hair, while the other traced over Lily’s bottom lip.
“So pretty like this, aren't you? Such a slut too.” Melora smirked, moving hand to hit Lily’s cheek.
Not hard enough to leave a mark but hard enough to leave a sting for a few seconds.
Lily let out a breathy moan as she bucked her hips forward onto Melora’s hips.
Melroa letting out a dark chuckle as both hands went to Lily’s hips, holding her down roughly.
“You sure you wanna do this Petal?” Melora asked as one hand moved toward the end of her dress.
Lily nodded rapidly.
“I need you to say it.” Melora replied.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” Melora quirked a brow with a grin.
“Yes I want to do this.” Lily breathed out, Melora not wasting anytime.
Her hands pulling Lily’s red dress over her head and connecting her lips to the expanse of Lily’s freckled throat.
Lily tilted her head back as her hands went to wrap around Melora’s neck and hair.
Melora pulled away with a breathless laugh.
“Want you to ride my thigh.” Melora smiled looking at Lily who shivered under Melora’s gaze.
“Bu-but I wanted to show you…..how it feels for a girl to eat you.” Lily breathed out shakily.
“I don’t need that right now. I really need this though.” Melora smiled softly as her hands massaged the sides of Lily’s hips, squeezing ever so slightly.
Lily nodded, moving her body so it all rested on one of Melora’s thighs.
Lily's clothed cunt pressed against Melora’s thigh.
Lily started rolling her hips, slow at first.
Melora’s hands helping the girl's movements.
But soon Melora got bored of how slow Lily was being, instead unclipping Lily’s bra and immediately attaching her lips to Lily’s hard nipple, her other hand squeezing Lily’s other tit.
Lily's breath caught in her throat as Melora bit hard enough for a sting to be left.
Lily’s left hand going to Melora’s clit while her other hand went to Melora’s shoulders.
Melora let out a surprised gasp as Lily’s fingers rubbed circles around the bundle.
Melora’s mouth let go of Lily’s tit, instead going to bite Lily’s shoulder, her eyes closing with a breathy moan.
Lily rubbed faster as her body rolled more against Melora’s.
Her wetness rubbing all over Melora’s thigh.
Melora moaned louder as Lily whimpered in Melora’s lips.
“Gonna cum melora.” Lily whimpered out as she moved faster against Melora’s thigh.
Melora’s head lifted from Lily’s shoulder to look at the girl.
Lips bruised, red hair tousled around her shoulders, a red hue covering her cheeks along with a thin layer of sweat all over the girl.
“Let it out then.” Melora replied with a smirk as she dragged a single digit over Lily’s clit.
Pulling it out as Lily moaned louder, shoving her own finger in her mouth she sucked it clean, keeping eye contact as Lily rode out her orgasm.
Her orgasm wasn’t far behind.
Her breath was getting tighter as Lily’s hand hadn’t moved off her.
No, it had gotten rougher more than anything.
Somehow the redhead that was mumbling incoherently above her was still able to give Melora pleasure.
Melora’s breath caught as her eyes rolled back, along with her head.
Lily’s right hand squeezed at Melora’s tit as Melora’s orgasm took over.
The waves of pleasure increasing as Lily pressed harder.
Melora grinded against Lily’s finger until she finally fell back onto the bed with a breathy giggle, Lily doing the same.
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my sergeant
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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.
Bucky breaks into your house to make you keep remember one thing.
word count: 1.352 words.
warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! clothes on, unprotected sex, hair pulling, language, cursing, sergeant!kink, praise!kink, mention of bodily fluids, a little possessive!bucky, and i don't know what else.
author notes: i'm not sorry for this scene turning me on af every time i watch it. reposted because it didn't show in the tags. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.
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Your eyes snapped open, sitting up on your bed barely breathing. You were agitated after having another nightmare you couldn't remember once you were awake. At least this time, you weren't covered in sweat, but your whole body was on fire. Tossing the sheets away, you got up bare feet to head to the kitchen and drink a very much needed glass of freshwater. You drank it in one gulp, gasping while leaving it inside the sink. With both hands on the edge of the counter, you inclined your head back, putting your eyes on the ceiling. Those bad dreams would be the death for you one day, you knew it.
As you felt more calmed and recomforted, you turned around with the intention of going to your bed again. But that was left in the background at the moment you glimpsed Bucky sitting at the dinner table. He didn't scare you, not at all. You were starting to get used to find him there, waiting for you, in the middle of the gloom. He looked exhausted too. Deadly tired. He was reclined against the chair, legs slightly spread and his arm made of vibranium over the table. The soldier didn't utter a word, following your steps walking closer to him with his shiny blue eyes. He didn't even move a muscle when you sat on his lap and placed both hands on the sides of his neck.
Leaning ahead, you pecked his rough and dry lips slowly, taking your time with no rush. Bucky just closed his eyes, slipping his hands down to your hips, nailing his fingers there. He couldn't help but growl quietly the second your mouth trailed a path of short, ephemeral kisses to his jawline till reaching his throat, forcing him to toss his head back. Unconsciously, he urged you to swing your body on top of his. You dragged your incisors on his Adam's apple, causing him to swallow a soft gasp, feeling his digits grabbing your hips strongly —probably, that gesture would leave some marks on your skin.
“I've missed you”. You purred coming back your attention to his lips, as the bulge under the rigid fabric of his pants became bigger and harder because of your dance. You were aware that he looked for you whenever he wanted to put his feet on the ground, feel loved, desired. “My Sergeant…”
Bucky didn't open his eyes, sliding his cold palm to your lower waist and landing the warm one on the back of your head to tangle it in your hair. You groaned against his lips before they were hungrily devoured. The heat in your core grew by leaps and bounds when he repositioned you on his legs and his solid erection was placed under your weakest spot. You couldn't hold back a delicate, sweet moan. One of these that used to drive him insane. With his left hand, Bucky continued encouraging you to rock your hips against his crotch, rubbing it concretely among your folds covered by the soaked fabric of your panties.
You hated sometimes the control he had over you, over your body, over your mind. He could put you to beg with just one look. And he knew it. You were his, that was the absolute truth. And he wanted something else from you, as soon as you increased the pace. Bucky didn't care about your t-shirt, using both of his hands to rip it off from your body. Ruining it like he was going to ruin you. His hand of vibranium went straight to your breasts, giving you goosebumps because of the contrast of his cold fingers pinching them as he caught one of your nipples between his warm lips. You whined his name, securing your hands on his shoulders, out of the world while the sensitivity of your wet and needed cunt became more sensible to the firm rubbing against your panties.
“You want to cum, don't you, babydoll?” He hummed squeezing the nipple covered in his saliva using his thumb and his forefinger, bringing his lips closer to yours.
“Yes… Yes, Sergeant”. You pouted at him, nodding with your chin and looking at him through your eyelids.
“I knew you needed me… I knew my sweet girl needed her Sergeant to make her feel good, am I wrong?” Bucky's hoarse tone was pushing you to the seventh heaven, feeling the tickles borning within your lower belly, swinging your body faster over his rock-hard dick.
“No… No, you're… you're not”. You babbled this time, seeing him curling up the corner of his lips in that charming and breathtaking smirk of him. “I ne— need you inside me… I need you to… fuck me like you me— mean it, my Sergeant, please, I beg you”.
“I will, babydoll, I will… 'Cause you're a good, good girl”. Bucky affirmed unhurriedly, peppering your swollen lips, remembering how good they looked around his cock —sucking his soul out of his body— the last time he appeared in your house. “Open your mouth”.
You obeyed instantly, swallowing a loud whining, letting him tuck his cold thumb between your lips. You licked it using your tongue, giving him a whole show and noticing how a storm of darkness covered his pale blue orbs. When he decided it was well covered in your saliva, Bucky directed it to your panties, not pulling them aside. And he drew circles on your throbbing clit, pressing his fingertip enough to stroke it.
“Oh, f— fuck, Sergeant”. You sobbed arching your back, very close to being thrown above the edge of your limits.
“C'mon, babydoll… cum for me… Show me what only I can make you feel”. He whispered into your ear. A raspy voice that gave you shivers down your backbone. “You're so damn soaked I can feel it under my clothes… Good lord… what a dirty girl you are…”
“Only fo— for you”.
Your response came an instant before the fireworks exploded inside your belly, not being able to stop when the orgasm hit your soul crying his name, dancing your cunt onto his hard cock needed of him. Your thighs strained, your legs were shaking, hanging above the floor and you were panting nonsense words about your Sergeant.
Bucky stormed his tongue into your mouth, invading it with no mercy to dominate yours. Placing his hands back to your hips, he forced you to keep moving, stealing the less air inside your lungs. He was about to cum too, but it'd be a waste if he did it in his boxers; stopping you at the precise moment to push you back enough to undo his belt and zip. Bucky didn't let you time to react. As his cock covered in his own arousal broke free and he removed your ruined panties to the side, he lifted you sufficiently to impale your pussy down.
“Fuck!” You both hissed at the same time, closing strongly your eyelids.
Bucky made you bounce onto his rigid erection, once and once, keen to fill you up with his heated seed. You were a bundle of moans, sobs, and pleas, feeling his most sensible skin stretching your soaked walls and twitching between them. He didn't give you prior notice. Bucky just cum inside your cunt, pushing you down harder till his dick was balls-deep beyond your limits. He growled against your throat, pulling back your hair and your head, to nail his teeth in your sweaty skin.
“Oh, god, my Sergeant…” You gasped with a wrecked tone of voice, finding balance by gripping his jacket in two fists.
“You look like Heaven, babydoll… But you feel like Hell”. Bucky rumbled, making your whole anatomy shake again. “What a shame 'm gonna destroy you tonight…”
And by destroying you he meant you wouldn't be able to walk the next morning, not even to talk because what he has planned for you was to fuck every sweet, warm hole of you —your mouth, your ass, your pussy. Or rather, his mouth, his ass, his pussy. Bucky would make you keep remembering who you belonged to.
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unlike any other
pairing: mob boss!bucky barnes x maid!f!reader
genre: angst, fluff, smut (AH THE HOLY TRINITY)
warnings: mention of blood, mention of wounds,,,,,,,,, sex (but only a lil bit)
requested: nope
word count: 1.8k
summary: bucky barnes, among many things, owns a strip club. y/n works there as a maid, but she has only recently joined so she has no idea who he is. one day, she catches him napping in one of the private rooms after closing time and, not knowing that he owns the place, asks him to leave because it's a "staff only" room. mesmerized by her, he leaves without a word but a few days later, she finds out who he truly is. sparks fly? sparks fly.
author's note: hiya peeps! enjoy!
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James Barnes was tired.
All he wanted to do was go home and get a good night's sleep, but this moron in front of him was proving it to be very difficult. "What aren't you getting about my plan, Johnson?" he growled, a deep glare etched on his face as he disdainfully stared at one of the men who worked for him. "Why are we doing this at all?" Oh, Johnson has quite the mouth on him, can't wait to break all his fucking teeth.
"Are you the boss or am I?" Bucky countered, putting his arms up, exasperated. Johnson was about to reply when Bucky decided he was too tired to deal with him at all. "You know what, how about we talk tomorrow, hm? Leave, now." With an audacious huff, Johnson got up and left the room. As soon as he was gone Bucky groaned loudly.
"That man," he muttered to himself, "Is a fucking idiot. I'm gonna have to talk to Sam tomorrow, why did he even suggest—" Bucky then relaxed back onto the couch he was sitting on, leaning further and further back until he was simply lying down, head resting on the armrest.
James Barnes was tired.
And he needed a fucking nap.
James Buchanan Barnes. He commonly went by the name Bucky, and he ran the biggest, most affluent mob in the city. Currently, he was at a strip club that he owned, which also had private rooms for… basically hooking up, but he never used it for that, using it only to hold meetings with potential allies or his men.
He dozed off on the couch but was able to sleep for only about 30-45 minutes before someone was shaking him awake.
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“Phew, last room! Why does this place have so many rooms?” Y/N grumbled to herself, opening the door to the private room. She was a maid recently hired by the club, and her job was to clean up all the private rooms after the closing time. They paid her well so she didn’t mind doing the job. When she opened the door, though, she noticed a man sleeping on the couch.
All his clothes were still intact and his hair was also done nicely… She scrutinized him for a while longer, taking note of his handsome, chiselled features and how he dripped of power even when he was asleep. Finally, a few minutes later, she decided to wake him up. However powerful he might seem, the rooms after closing were for staff only and he needed to leave.
“Excuse me, sir?” Y/N gently shook his shoulders, startling him awake. He blinked his eyes open and in his hazy state of mind, he thought there was an angel standing above him. “What?” he yawned and Y/N offered him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room,” she told him and he blinked.
She didn’t know him? “I, uh, yeah, I’m sorry,” he complied, sitting up. He took in her appearance as well; she was wearing a cheesy maid’s costume that fit the aesthetic of the strip club perfectly, yet there was a sort of innocence to her, the kind that would make even the most cold-hearted and powerful of them all want to cater to her every whim without question.
“Uh… see ya around,” she raised her eyebrows and Bucky offered her a quick smile, getting out of the room. “Behaving like he owns the place,” Y/N scoffed to herself as she began cleaning up the mess in the room starting with the empty alcohol bottles. She couldn’t stay mad at him for long, though- his handsome face could make anyone’s heart melt. As the thought passed through her head, a small smile bloomed on her face.
Oh stranger, I really hope we meet again soon.
As Bucky drove home, he, too, thought of the maid. Who was she? Why had he never seen her before? And why didn’t she know him? That night, as he went to bed for the second time, all he saw in his dreams was a lovely maid’s costume and a pretty, pearly white smile.
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“I’m firing that guy,” Bucky told Sam determinedly. A few days had passed since Bucky’s meeting with Johnson and he was more determined than ever to get rid of the guy. Something about Johnson seemed off. “Wh- You hired that guy like a week ago, what happened? He used to work with Pierce and Rumlow before, he can give us valuable intel-”
“What if he never stopped?” Sam quieted at the retort. “He told us how horribly they treated their own men,” Sam answered a little while later. “What if he’s lying?” Bucky asked impatiently. “Give him a chance-” Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Bucky sighed and Johnson poked his head in. “Got a minute, boss?”
“Oh sure, come in, we were just discussing you! Have a seat!” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky’s sudden cheerfulness as Johnson happily bounded into the room, plopping down on the couch. “What were you discussing?” he questioned. “How I was just about to fire you,” Bucky smirked and Johnson’s face fell.
He didn’t speak for a few minutes, causing Sam and Bucky to glance at each other. “Hello…?” All of a sudden Johnson stood up with a fit of rage. “Damn it, Barnes, you ruin everything!” Bucky shouted triumphantly as Sam gasped. “I knew you were a fucking two-timer, you son of a bitch!” Bucky yelled at him. “And you made it so easy!” Johnson laughed dryly.
“Why you-” Bucky swung a punch at Johnson’s face, breaking his nose. “What have you told Pierce?!” Johnson retaliated right back by kicking his knee into Bucky’s abdomen, making him fall back. A fight soon broke out between all three of them, so loud that the commotion could be heard from outside.
Approximately 20 minutes later Y/N, who was passing by the room at the time, heard the loud noise and stopped in her tracks. It sounded like… two people fighting. It wasn’t her cleaning time yet, but she still rushed to the door, opening it up with such force that the door loudly banged on the other side. At this, the fight instantly halted.
Bucky was holding an unconscious Johnson by the collar, his fist an inch away from Johnson’s jaw. Both of them looked pretty beaten up, with blood all over their faces and clothes. Sam, meanwhile, was half-lying on the couch, clutching the side of his abdomen with a pained look on his face. Y/N’s hands flew to her mouth at the sight of them.
That was when she recognized the man from a few days ago. Oh shit, he does own the place. Bucky immediately got up and dusted his suit, staring down at a passed-out Johnson with a sneer. “Sam, take him to Wanda, she’ll know what to do with him. And please, for the love of God, go to the hospital.” With the help of a few others, Sam and Johnson left.
It was only Bucky and Y/N in the room now. She continued staring at his face in horror and Bucky chuckled, wiping away a trail of blood near his lips. “That bad?” She snapped out of her trance. “You…” Bucky gave her a wry smile. “Bucky Barnes at your service. And you are?” Y/N blinked a few times before answering. “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky looked around.
“Well, Y/N, if you’d be so kind as to fetch me a first aid kit.” She instantly walked out of the room and got the first aid kit for him. When she returned to the room, Bucky was sitting on the couch, his jacket and shirt removed. Even his torso was covered in black and blue bruises. "It looks bad," she blurted out.
"Will you help me clean up?" Y/N couldn't deny him. He was her boss, after all. She sat down next to him and wordlessly started cleaning the blood off his face. He didn't so much as flinch, which Y/N found to be extremely impressive. After all the blood was cleaned, Y/N grimaced when she saw his broken nose. "Your, um, your nose…" Bucky easily grabbed his nose in both hands and clicked it into place.
Y/N flinched badly at the action, making Bucky laugh. "Come on, princess, it's not that difficult," he teased her and she shook her head, a smile blooming on her face. "So, um, I'm sorry about that day," she mumbled as Bucky kept the first aid kit away. "Sorry? For doing your job? Don't do that."
She looked up at him. "No, I- I should've known it was you, and I just… maybe I could've been more polite-"
"Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room," Bucky quoted verbatim, "You couldn't have been more polite." Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she shuffled her feet. "Please don't fire me," she whispered under her breath, yet Bucky managed to hear her. And when an opportunity presents itself…
"On one condition."
She looked up at him, wide-eyed and nodded excitedly. "Anything you want." Bucky smirked and sat back down next to her, placing his hand on her bare thigh. "Go on a date with me," he breathed out, leaning close to her. Y/N's breath and heart rate hitched at his forwardness, but she didn't have the will to deny him.
He was good-looking, he was rich, he was polite, why not give it a try? Y/N offered him a small smile. "Um, okay, I'd like that a lot," she agreed truthfully and Bucky grinned, pressing his lips to hers without wasting a moment. Y/N kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands.
In the heat of the moment, Bucky bent forward until the back of Y/N's head touched the armrest; still, they didn't pull away from each other. Bucky sneakily got his hand under Y/N's blouse, the skin on skin contact making them both groan. "Ugh, you really are very pretty, you know?" Bucky whispered as he unbuttoned her blouse and threw it away.
He stared in awe at her bra-covered breasts, his shaft twitching impatiently. But, just as he was about to unbuckle her bra, the door swung open. Bucky immediately hid Y/N under him and looked up at a horror-struck Sam, who ran out of the room screaming, "At least lock the door next time, asshole!"
Y/N giggled when she saw Bucky's flustered face. "He's right, you know," she whispered cheekily and Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at her, attacking her neck with kisses and love bites.
"Talk to me like that again and you'll be in for a long night, pretty face."
"Oh, I'd like to see you try, boss."
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