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#i will continue with this stuff because in my head jason and y/n are happily together and adopted a bunch of random kids off the streets
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Y/N, signing to their and Jason's deaf adopted child: *Signing that Jason's shirt is ugly.*
Their child: *Grins and nods their head, signing back in agreement.*
Jason, to Y/N: *Signs while talking* you do know I learned sign language too, right?
Y/N: *Chuckles embarrassed* oops?
Y/N, and their child: *Looks at each other for a moment, nods and runs away.*
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Chapter 2 | Tears of Tomorrow
TW: ED (anorexia), depression, self-harm mentioned, blood mentioned (kinda gory), mentions cutting, mention of family member dying (mother), abus!ve father (mentioned)
Reader's POV:
"Hello my lovelies!" I turned my head from my stack of papers as I heard the shining voice of the one and only, Penelope Garcia. I smiled softly and giggled as I saw her walk into the room, glowing.
No, seriously, glowing. She had put some sparkles on her collar bones and arms. I laughed in my head to myself at that.
She continued, "I was wondering if you, my crime fighters, would like to go get some drinks and food at the bar this evening.."  she glanced at me with an almost sympathetic look. I felt a lump of anxiety grow in my throat at the mention of food, and going out, but I was already isolating myself as it was.
For months now, my depression has been kicking my ass.. A lot more than it would usually.
       I was already struggling with recovery from my ED as it was, but once the depression kicked in, so did my lack of appetite.
I compare eating disorders to an alcoholic. An alcoholic is always an alcoholic, even if they have not had a drink in years. One small sip of alcohol, and they are back where they started. It is similar to having an eating disorder in that, when you stop eating and think to yourself, 'I will just skip dinner tonight, that is all', it never is just dinner. It then becomes breakfast, then lunch and snack- and soon, you stop eating all together.
That's why when I stopped eating because of my depression at first, the old thoughts that popped into my brain when I first struggled with my ED resurfaced.
And I stopped eating entirely.
Even when I got hungry, I ignored the ques.
     I knew everyone noticed. I knew they saw a negative difference in me. I saw a difference in myself as well. But I just couldn't bring myself to eat again. Or let alone take care of myself in any way, shape or form. Hell, I worked with profilers, they could definitely tell something was up.
I secretly wished that someone could come and pull me out of the darkness..
Being in a dark place is hard. It's the most terrible thing. It is lonely, and hopeless. It is awful. But, in the most odd and absurd way it is strangely comforting. In the dark pit that you lie alone in, it is cold, quiet, and amongst all things- although strange, it is comfortable.
It is uncomfortably comfortable.
No one wants to push themselves out of their comfort zone, especially when they are in a dark place when all you do is crave peace and comfort.
When people say that they want to get better, it usually means that they want to appear in the light again. They want to transport to the light. They don't want to have to go through the process that entails with being better. They just want to automatically be better. That is why it is hard to for me, and others, to actually get better.
Because the process of getting better is exhausting.
    It is like you have fallen into a deep and dark well, and you use all of your left over strength to climb out. To get to the light. The well is so deep that you can barely see the light.
But you climb, and of course, you fall.
You climb again, and you fall again, and then some.
Each time you climb and fall you get more and more upset, frustrated, and tired. And then you want to quit.  I started to use that small and shiny blade to pierce my skin, to control something.
It's not like I like the way it seeps into my skin and I start to bleed.  
No.
It helps me release my emotions. I wear long-sleeves and hoodies all the time so people don't see exactly how much of a mess I am.
I stopped cutting a few months ago, but I found myself holding the blade a few nights ago after a particularly hard case that reminded me of cutting.  
When I was younger, I was afraid to cut myself.
Shortly after my mother passed and my father began hitting me more, I began to use my nails to scratch myself. 6 years ago I began cutting. The cuts healed and turned into scars, which automatically made me hate my body more than I already did.
I rarely felt comfortable with people, or going out, but I felt like I found my family when I joined the BAU. Especially, Dr. Spencer Reid. He and I bonded over a game of chess on the jet over to a new case in Ohio. I beat Spencer at the game, apparently the only person who ever beat him besides his old mentor, Jason Gideon. Morgan made some remark about how Spence and I were soulmates and I blushed deeply. I was in love with Spencer. I have been ever since I met him.
     He is no doubt attractive, but the way he rambles when he tells some random facts make me fall for him harder. His intelligence blows me away, and his personality is the best. He is sweet, kind, funny, and overall the most genuine human being I have ever met. I knew when I first locked eyes with him that I loved him and will love him until my death.
Which to others, may sound odd, but I just knew we were soulmates. Which is why when Spencer replied to Derek's remark (even though Derek had turned back to look at his phone) with a blush and stuttered, "Y-yeah, I guess so," my smile deepened and my heart did 50 million somersaults.
Everything about him was perfect.
But, after his girlfriend, Maeve Donovan was shot and killed in front of him, I thought he would never go for someone like me. Maeve was smart. Incredibly smart like Spencer, and I was just above average. So I pushed my feelings down, which is inevitably the worse thing to do.
  Resuming back to the current situation, I calmed my breathing before I responded to Penelope's question with a, "S-sure Garcia, that sounds fun."
Truth is, I didn't actually want to go. I just wanted to seem normal.
In front of my desk I heard the angel, Spencer Reid, say, "Yeah, sure uhm I'll come."
Garcia nodded and walked, no, skipped away happily.
I turned to Spencer, and as though he could hear me and thought to myself, 'I love you', hoping that he could read minds.
Of course, he was a genius not a superhero that was telepathic.
He smiled, the most beautiful smile at me, and I mirrored his actions and started to blush, to which I looked down quickly.
       After about an hour or so, Spencer finished his work before me.. Not going to lie, I was a little busy watching his hand skim through the pages as if he had already read them a million times. Spencer walked to Hotch's office, passing my desk.
I could smell his cologne. It was comforting. Coffee, old books, some amazing cologne, cinnamon, and from what I could gather.. Chocolate.
I remember him biting into a Hershey Kisses earlier that Garcia had plopped into his hand after he walked out of her office to ask her questions about some Dr. Who thing, apparently quizzing her on facts about the series. After a few moments, Spencer came out of Hotch's office and gathered his things from his desk.
"Goodbye, Y/N. See you later!" He said to me as he smiled his bright smile.
I said goodbye back and watched him exit the building. I finished my work about ten minutes later and then went to turn it into Hotch.
"Y/N," he said to me before I exited his office. I turned around to face him and said, "Yes?"
   To which he replied with, "I was wondering if you were going to be going out tonight, everyone is going, including me." He said as he cracked a smile.
I always thought Hotch was attractive, hell, everyone on this team was attractive, but I always thought of him as a friend and fatherly figure.  
I responded softly with, "Yes I am." He seemed happy with my response so I said goodbye to him and walked out of his office to get to my desk.
 I gathered my things as I said goodbye to everyone.
"See you later, pretty girl." Derek said to me, before I walked to the elevators. I took the elevator, then walked out of the building.
Boy, this was going to be a long night.
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AHHHH!! second chapter! i am trying to write alot because I am SOO excited for this story! Next, y/n and spencer are going to the bar! soon, some juicy stuff will occur i am just getting the basics down rn!
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De Humani Corporis Fabrica
Chapter II: Experience
Word count: 6.9K
Summary: Pjo dancer AU! Drama, drama and more drama. Old relationships and new ones continue to bear the weight of the upcoming auditions all while a special person makes a guest appearance.
A/N: I didn’t mention it before but they are aged up in this series! I picture them to be in their pretty early 20s but I like to think that they’ve known each other for a long time and other characters joined during their teen years. Make sure you enjoy, comment, like, share, reblog- yall know the drill. <3 from moi!
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Le Studio Royal Jupiter was becoming competitive again. The members were still getting used to hearing that. To Nico, it was like a miracle; he had trained since the petit age of 2, waiting for this moment and now he was finally getting it. He wished his sister was here to celebrate such a moment but he knew that if she was here, the studio would have never stopped competing in the first place. The tragic incident had occured at the studio years ago and it had forced them to temporarily stop competing.
Everything seemed better- the sky (which was always a depressing sight) seemed brighter, the studio mirrors were cleaner and Dionysus was less lazy and more salsa-y. Studio 2 was empty on a Monday afternoon- as always because Dionysus would never schedule his lessons on a Monday as he saw it to be ’too drab’. Hazel and Leo however, who were dedicated to the studio, were almost always in on a Monday.
Hazel- in her De Luca heels- was practising a spin that she hadn’t been able to get down for ages while Leo was practising his ballet technique. While he was normally a salsa dancer, every dancer in LSRJ, including himself, was relatively well versed in ballet; Leo knew that working with Calypso would mean a lot of technical work. He was trying to get at least 3 turns in a row without feeling like he was going to fall- one more thing, Leo hated pointe shoes.
“Leo, what on earth are you doing?” Hazel's voice cut through Leo’s thoughts.
“I’m working with Satan, take a wild guess.”
“Yikes,” Hazel cringed. “How’s that going for you?”
“She walks out at the beginning of rehearsal, refuses to talk or work cooperatively and insults me as well as Salsa itself at every chance she gets- so Hazel, you tell me. How do you think it’s going?”
“Leo I’m sor-”
“-And it’s not even the fact that she insults me, it’s the way she treats me and salsa. Like all of a sudden, I’m inferior because salsa has no ‘proper technique’. Like wow, ballet is so sophisticated and you’re so cool. Congratulations, you and your pretty arms and pretty legs and fancy, snazzy vocabulary!” Leo ranted. Hazel, who was more used to the more creative and funnier side of her partner, frowned; she was slightly worried about him.
“Maybe consider dropping out on her?” Hazel offered.
“What will I do though? We both know that I can’t get on the team with a solo. Salsa works best with a partner. Besides, sure Calypso is the devil spawn, but that does not mean I don’t appreciate good technique.”
Hazel raised her eyebrow. “Didn’t you say that Luke, Annabeth and Nico all had better technique than she did?”
Leo, who was smiling smugly and had both his eyes closed, cracked one open and let his smile grow across his face.
“A small lie never hurt her nor anybody else.”
Hazel, who seemed quite unconvinced, nodded as Leo continued.
“What about you?” Leo asked. “How’s things coming up with the B-boy?”
Immediately, Hazel lit up. “It’s pretty good actually. I think Frank and I actually have a good chance of making the team!”
Leo noticed how Hazel had seemed so keen to talk about Frank and took this as an opportunity to tease her.
“So does that mean you won’t need me to fake being your boyfriend again?”
“What?” Hazel took a glance at Leo’s smirk. “No! No, we’re just friends. Friends, yes, yes. Just friends. He’s just a friend.”
“Sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself more than me.”
“I’m. Not. Crushing. On. Frank,” She gritted out with her fists clenched.
“Okay,” Leo said in a sing-song sort of tune.
“I’m not!” She shouted before lowering her voice to a small whisper. “ Not after Sammy.”
Leo’s features immediately softened at the mention of his older brother. Hazel talking about Sammy had opened up old wounds that Leo thought had healed- he thought he was over this!
“After all this time Hazel? Still Sammy?”
Leo half expected her to say ‘always’ as if they were re-enacting Harry Potter. Secretly, he hoped that she didn’t. What had happened with Sammy was long ago and Leo never wanted to see Hazel in such pain again. They weren’t just dancer partners like himself and Calypso, they were friends. Hazel, to Leo’s avail did not respond; they remained silent the entire rehearsal.
In Studio A... Nico had never wanted to punch someone in the face as much as he wanted to punch Jason in this very moment. Afterall, it was Jason’s fault that Nico was partnering with Will. It wasn’t that Nico didn’t like Will, it was just that working with someone who was annoyingly attractive (Nico’s exact words were a hot piece of ass) often resulted in not working as well as one should.
It also meant Nico had to wear his tap shoes.
“Will, do I have to wear these?” Nico complained.
“We’re testing out ideas. We start with tap and then we’ll do ballet.”
“So that means I will see you in pointe shoes then?” Nico inquired, his voice suspiciously innocent and his eyes battering too fast. Will, in response, grimaced and nodded reluctantly.
“Perfect!” Nico hummed happily. The pain of tap shoes was nothing compared to pointe shoes. As Will laughed slightly at Nico’s taunting, they began going over the basics. Nico watched as naturally the corners of Will’s lips twitched upwards as he danced and taught. His smile was perfect, his moves in sync with the music blaring in the background- practically flawless.
Nico however, struggled a bit with certain parts that Will taught- not that he was surprised; he expected tap to be overly energetic. While they both took their break, Nico began spinning round and round on his tap shoes. He couldn’t really help it- they were so easy to spin on- it was like they were just begging him to turn.
“Nico, stop spinning like that, you’ll fall and get hurt,” Will warned as he sat in a corner, sipping at his water bottle. Nico ignored him and continued mucking about- only stopping to stick his tongue out at Will who on countless occasions, continued to attempt to warn Nico. Will could feel his own heart fluttering at the thought of an injury.
“Fuck!”
Will’s head snapped in towards Nico who lay on his butt, clutching his ankle. The ballet dancer was hunched over his foot, cradling his ankle with both hands.
“Shit! Nico I warned you! Where does it hurt?” Will asked with a thick layer of concern in his voice as he ran over. Slowly, Nico began shuddering, his body almost shivering as he made whimper-like noises. He refused to meet Will’s eyes as he continued shaking.
‘Shit, he probably injured himself really badly if he’s crying’ was the first thought to cross Will’s mind.
“Oh my God,” Nico said shakily. Will gently rested his hand on Nico’s shoulder comfortingly.
“Nico, it’s going to be okay. It’s probably a minor fracture at the most. You will be fine.”
Unexpectedly and out of nowhere, Nico threw his head back and began laughing.
“Holy moly, I can’t believe you actually fell for it!” Nico wheezed as he clutched his stomach. “And your face!”
Will in utter disbelief, took about 30 seconds to fully understand the situation and yet these were the first 5 words.
“You were lying to me?”
“It was a joke! I was just trying to prove that Ballet dancer’s aren’t as uptight as everyone thinks we are!” Nico laughed. Will could not believe this. He should have never partnered with Nico especially considering he was friends with Percy and Jason of all people. He started packing up, aggressively shoving his stuff into his sports bag. Nico’s laughter died down as he turned to Will, confusion growing on his face.
“Hey, where are you going?”
Viciously, Will turned on him. “I’m going to go dance. I’m not going to hang about with an immature and undedicated dancer.”
“Surely a small prank doesn’t change anything. I mean, there’s a reason you chose me-”
“- I chose you because I wanted a hardworking and professional partner, not some bumbling idiot who walks around like they own the place and does what they want!” With that, Will left and Nico sat on the floor.
Welp, Nico was never socialising with Will again.
In Rehearsal room 4... “Turn, turn, push back and drop!” Piper yelled over the loud music. Jason and Piper had been working hard- taking turns in choreographing different parts of the routine. They held their freeze for 5 seconds before relaxing and agreeing to take a break.
“So what was that earlier with Nico, huh?” Piper started.
“What d’ya mean?” Jason innocently responded. “ He needed a partner.”
“So I was imagining the look you guys had?”
“What look?” Jason sounded shocked.
“You guys had a look.”
“Like you and Annabeth?”
Piper could feel the immediate blush rising to her cheeks. She couldn’t help the way she felt- was it her fault that he best friend had gorgeous curly blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes? She turned her head slightly away so Jason couldn’t see her face.
“Nico and I go way back- we trust each other,” Jason chose his wording very carefully.
“Well… So do Annabeth and I…”
“Good… wanna go over the Hip hip section again?” Jason offered, desperate to change the awkward tension that had suddenly appeared in the air. Piper eagerly nodded.
In the Cafe... “What do you mean she’s with Leo? Frank, they’re just dance partners, nothing more,” Annabeth re-assured. She sat in the elegant armchair opposite Frank with Percy on her left. They were in the cafe that was underneath the studio- it was custom for the dancers to meet up here during lunch.
“But… are you sure?” Frank asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time.
“I give you my word Frank- they’re just good friends.”
At these words, Frank relaxed. That was until Leo and Hazel both walked in silently; their bodies close to each other but their faces catatonic. As they came to sit down, they both moved towards the same seat and exchanged a series of bumps, ‘ouches’ and ‘errms’ until they managed to sit down. Annabeth and Percy exchanged a wary look as the awkward silence between the two stretched out.
Nico stormed in, his face scrunched up as he ordered a coffee and plopped himself on the armrest of the chair that his ballet partner, Annabeth, was sitting in. He had a dark, raging and violent aura around him and carried on sulking until Annabeth spoke up.
“Nico, is that coffee?” Her voice had a hint of worry.
“Maybe.” He shrugged. “What’s up with you two? Lovers quarrel?” Nico pointed to Leo and Hazel who both immediately froze up. Leo, who was mid- sip, choked and began wheezing for air while Hazel gently patted him on the back. Frank, subconsciously, flinched.
“Dancers quarrel,” Hazel sighed after Leo had stopped choking before turning towards her brother.
“Wait, you’re drinking coffee? Again?” Hazel raised her eyebrows at Nico. The last time she recalled him drinking coffee… Well family tensions had been higher than ever, Nico was a literal caffeine addict and Hazel had been helping the ‘love of her life’. Nico had gotten over the caffeine addiction, well at least, she hadn’t seen him touch the substance in years so the sudden appearance of it alarmed her- What had happened to him that drove him back to coffee? Nico on the other hand, simply batted his hand signalling ‘later’.
“Does anybody want to break the awkward silence?” Percy murmured out of the corner of his mouth, looking down at his fidgeting hands.
“I heard an awkward silence needs breaking?” Jason appeared before them. “ Guess what?”
Almost immediately, the entire crowd perked up and asked ‘what?’
“Nu uh, I actually want you guys to guess.”
“Did your new pointe shoes break in?” Annabeth suggested.
“Please get to the pointe,” Leo tutted. Jason shot his roommate, a playful scowl, as he was used to the terrible jokes. Everyone else (except Percy) groaned, throwing their heads back and Hazel face palmed at the terrible jokes- sometimes she asked herself why they were friends.
“You guys are pathetic,” Jason hummed, his arms folded smugly.
“Bro, just tell us!” Percy pleaded, sick of the timely wait.
Jason took a deep breath, holding the tension out for as long as possible. “Well… Chiron’s returning!”
“Like returning returning or just visiting returning?” Annabeth immediately cut in, stopping all the whoops that had erupted from the happy news. Well mainly happy. After the incident, Chiron was left without half a leg which stopped his dance career. It had been hard for him and the dancers around him- tensions had never been worse within the studio and so for the sake of the dancers, Chiron had left to teach dance theory. He had visited every once in a while but if he was ever going to come back- since he was the owner of the studio- no one really knew.
“He didn’t really specify…”
“On the plus side, he’s probably gotten like what 14 new stories about the wheelchair?” Annabeth exclaimed. Percy, who knew about the wheelchair, threw his head back laughing as he remembered the previous stories of it. As they fell into a conversation recalling all the previous stories about the wheelchair, Leo had to clutch his stomach while laughing.
“I love that dude- he’s the only one who doesn’t take Calypso’s bullshit.”
A piercing voice came out from behind them. “Well, Calypso had been looking for you this past week. Where have you been?”
Outraged, Leo retorted, “Where have I been, where have you been?”
As the two started shouting their heads off at each other, the group of people fell silent and everyone agreed to leave them to it. Before Hazel left, she noticed the darker undertones of Calypso’s normally flawless skin as well as her red rimmed eyes.
“So, where have you been?” Leo repeated, almost drawling. Calypso ignored the question and instead told Leo to meet her in Studio A (Leo rolled his eyes at the choice of studio) in a half hour. Leo had to clench his hands to stop himself from making some sort of witty smart- alec response; he wanted to try his best to get along with Calypso because the sooner they finished the routine, the quicker he’d be able to get on the team and avoid her.
Back in Rehearsal room 4... Jason was very lucky to have Piper as a partner- mainly due to her great ability to adapt to new styles. Having a famous father who could easily (and would happily) pay for anything she asked, Piper was gifted. From her good looks, her various talents and her sparkling personality, one could say that Piper Mclean had it all.
Oh, how wrong one could be.
They had agreed to perform a musical theatre routine focusing on hip hop and tap- the styles which moulded together best. They were doing well with their choreography and had finished their routine and were now going over it- making sure everything was clean and worked.
“Hey, let's take a break here,” Piper panted lightly with her hands resting on her thighs. Jason nodded with a brief smile on his face- could you blame him? He had managed to improve his tap by miles compared to the small amount of improvement he would have made with any other person. He jogged towards their bags and pulled out both of their water bottles;he threw Piper’s bottle at her. Perfectly, she caught it .
“Our routine is great, we totally have a chance at making the team,” Piper told Jason as she took a sip of water and plopped herself on the bean bag in the corner of the room by their bags.
“Percy and Annabeth’s chemistry may blow everyone out of the water,” Jason said mindlessly as he sipped water. Piper visibly flinched at the statement- it was small but noticeable for Jason.
“What? What’s wrong? If it’s those two, trust me- they’ll be too busy fooling around to perfect their routine.”
Again, Piper seemed a tad uncomfortable. She had tried to not cringe at the mention of Annabeth but it was quite hard when Jason kept on mentioning it like it was simply nothing. Her face had momentarily scrunched up before she quickly attempted to smooth it out. Jason frowned with an expression that simply read ‘What’s wrong?’
“Well… uh, Annie,” Piper hesitantly started, trying to find an easier way to explain. “I have really short nails.”
“Okay…?” Jason, utterly confused by the random fact, frowned again. Piper sighed at his innocent persona and tried to emphasize what she was implying.
“There’s a reason I have short nails…”
“Because you don’t like long nails?”
Piper, impatient, facepalmed and decided to find a better explanation. She turned to his sister as an easier topic.
“Why does your sister have short nails?”
Jason’s face scrunched up for a few seconds, looking up towards the ceiling before his eyes bugged a bit and his lips pursed into an ‘o’ shape.
“Oh! Oh… so like lesbian or-”
“Bi.”
Jason took a deep breath. “ Well, I'm happy you felt comfortable enough to tell me and I’m proud of you...and I hope you’re happy Pipes.”
She nodded, more confident and happy that Jason hadn’t made too much a deal of it- he was a dear friend whose opinion she cared about dearly. She felt she could truly trust him.
“Soo… Annabeth huh?” Jason wiggled his eyebrows. Piper smacked his arm before retorting back.
“I’ve seen how you look at Percy- looks like a budding bromance to me.”
Jason choked on his water, sputtering everywhere and was left absolutely speechless.
In Rehearsal room 1... “5, 6, 7, 8!” Calypso calles as they started the sectioned choreography again. Leo internally groaned as they started again with practically no enthusiasm behind his moves. While the dance wasn’t bad, Leo wasn’t afraid to call out the dance so far was bland. It was all classical ballet and no spice. It was too boring for him and if he were an audience member he would take away points for lack of creativity. After what seemed like 4 days but was actually 40 seconds, they finished.
“Make sure your turns are in time with mine,” Calypso pointed out as she paused the music. Leo had to physically hold in the urge to make a remark. He glanced at his watch and his eyes almost bugged out of his skull. It was 4pm? Already? He knew he had to leave now or else he was going to be late. He grabbed his bag and started changing his shoes ino more suitable footwear. He snacthed his jacket, slipped it on in a rush and almost walked into the door due to the rush he was in.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Calypso’s voice coming from behind made Leo freeze. Shit. What was he going to say? Where were his excuses?
Breathe Leo, make a simple lie- can’t be too hard.
“Uh.. just grabbing something from the cafe. I think I left something there.” He jutted his thumb towards the door before slipping out to avoid Calypso’s questions. He had one more stop to make before he left.
In Studio B... Frank was learning a lot from working with Hazel. Other than the obvious (like her beauty being even greater up close), he also learnt more about salsa than he ever had in his entire life. Their routine was finally complete but they were trying to find the perfect place to insert a lift. The timing for it had to be perfect. Too slow and Frank gets injured. Too fast and Hazel falls.
As they rehearsed the routine and approached the final move, Hazel slipped- effectively pushing Frank on his back and Hazel falling right on top with her body pressed against him; practically straddling him. Frank’s head made a loud ‘thud’ sound on making contact with the solid floor- clearly it had won this battle between head and floor.
“Oh my goodness! Are you okay?” Hazel rushed out, still unaware of the compromising position. Frank nodded meekly, not wanting to further aggravate the pain in his head and reached his hand to rub the back of his head. It was only then did their eyes meet, Hazel’s eyes widening at the realisation of the position. Just as she was going to scramble off, Leo busted through the door. Frantically, Leo sputtered,
“Oh, sorry… er am I interrupting something?” Hazel almost flew off Frank and quickly made her way to Leo who now bore a small smile on his face,
“Just friends huh?” Leo mumbled. Hazel ignored the comment and instead asked what Leo was doing here.
“I gotta leave for work and Calypso is on my ass. Do me a favour- if she asks where I went say I had an appointment or something,” he whispered, his mood changing rapidly. Hazel nodded, loyal to her friend and ran to her sports bag. She whipped out her purse before waddling back to Leo, her fingers mindlessly rifling through the notes in her purse as if it was worth nothing more than paper.
“How much do you need for the bus fare?”
Leo’s hand immediately pushed back at Hazel’s purse, who again, ignored it. He was not about to take her money- not again at least, not until he paid her back for the previous times. It was hard though, because Hazel always insisted everything be on her and refused to allow him to pay her back in any way.
“Hazel, I’ve told you. I don’t want to take your money,” Leo pleaded, his face seemingly uncomfortable. Sure, he didn’t want Hazel’s money but he did want money.
“Ridiculous.” Hazel shook her head as if the mere idea of her caring whether he paid her back or not was utter ludicrous. She pulled out a thick wad of cash. “I don’t care. Here. Should be enough for the bus fares, lunch and other stuff.”
Leo hesitated. He needed this money. Bus fares, food expenses, new dance clothes and his share of the rent along with other things. But the idea of taking Hazel’s money always left a bitter taste afterwards- he hated feeling guilty over her money. Hazel on the other hand, was not going to let Leo refuse and shoved the cash into Leo’s pocket before pulling him in a tight and surprising hug. Her arms were wrapped around Leo’s back and in return, he closed his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. She smelt like flowers- no doubt from the expensive products she could easily afford along with the fact that her step-mother, Persophone, owned a fragrance line among other things.
“Gracias,” he muttered, squeezing her shoulder in an affectionate manner.
With the short knowledge of spanish she knew from her best friend, Hazel replied, “De nada.”
Confused, Frank watched the entire interaction.
Back in Studio A... Annabeth and Percy were not practising. While every dancer, perhaps excluding Nico, were nervously practicing every beat of a move they performed, Annabeth and Percy were not really stressing. In fact, they hadn’t worked much on their routine in general. Annabeth was lying on her stomach with her face in her hands and her legs dangling back and forth. Percy sat next to her, with his arms around his legs. They were both listening to their ex-mentor who was in a wheelchair. Chiron was simply talking about something that had recently happened with his two favourite students.
“He did what!” Percy and Annabeth shouted in sync.
“I told him that if he performed, he would have been scouted, but alas- Luke refused. He came with me but it was a true shame I didn’t get to see him perform. He’s been with the studio for so long now, I do find it odd that he has yet to move to a professional career,” Chiron sighed- slumping slightly in his wheelchair.
“How’s the leg doing?” Annabeth asked, hoping the subject was no longer sore.
“Which one?” Chiron smiled mischievously as he pulled the blanket off his legs- showing both legs seemed present. Normally, the bottom half of the left leg would seem empty unlike what they were seeing now. Percy looked a bit confused for a few seconds.
“But… but Chiron, you only have one leg.”
Annabeth slapped her head before breaking into fits of laughter. Both her and Chiron were laughing their heads off until Annabeth kindly explained.
“Prosthetics Percy! Prosthetics!”
Chiron flexed his left foot, showing off his new leg. The dancers were awe-struck. As far as they had known- Chiron had refused prosthetics since the accident. They felt an insurmountable amount of pride swell inside of them- This was good right? Chiron was moving on! He wasn’t being stuck in the past anymore. It wasn’t that fact that he got a prosthetic, it was the reason he used to refuse it. Annabeth and Percy knew that he didn’t want a prosthetic at first because if he couldn’t dance using it, he’d consider himself a failure and after the accident, he did not want to face any more failure than he had to- he wanted to protect himself.
And for a while, that was okay! The studio was supportive- they truly wanted him to heal. But Chiron was stubborn. He was -what one may dare even say- traumatised. But no one could truly blame him- Nico, someone who was barely conscious during the accident, suffered. No one could blame Chiron for what had happened but there looks. People who weren’t even relatively involved whatsoever casted glances. Gave their fair share of judgemental looks- despite not even knowing the truth. However, Chiron learnt better than to acknowledge said glances.
“Woah, Chiron, when did you get it fitted?” Percy asked in awe.
“A while ago. I wanted to manage a few steps in it before showing you all.”
Annabeth and Percy looked at eachother, the same thoughts, concerns and hopes crossing their minds.
“Can you take a few steps in it?” Annabeth said tentatively. Much to the students' hopes, Chiron nodded and both dancers ran to his side to help him stand. He held both of them as he heaved himself up and momentarily wobbled. He then pushed away their arms as he slowly made a few steps across the dance floor. He made his way towards the ballet bar, his hand stretching towards it. At this moment, Nico walked in, his jaw dropping before immediately resuming to a neutral facade.
“Nice leg,” Nico commented before making his way to the bar. Percy and Annabeth, once again, made eye contact thinking ‘what's up with him?’.
“ You ask him,” Annabeth hissed.
“No you ask him,”Percy mouthed as he nodded his head towards Nico.
“No, you!”
“I’m not asking him. Besides, he’s your dance partner,” Percy whispered. At this, Annabeth knew that Percy made a valid point. If there was anybody Nico trusted, besides Hazel for some apparent reason, it was Annabeth. The two danced together their entire lives, Nico couldn’t hide anything from her- not even his crush on Percy which many other people had seen as a crush on Annabeth herself. Annabeth on the other hand, could clearly tell the difference between jealousy and having a crush. Other than Annabeth and Jason, Nico refused for anyone else to know.
Annabeth sighed, shooting daggers at Percy as she got up and walked towards Nico. For the next 5 minutes, Nico and Annabeth stretched side by side in silence while Chiron and Percy chatted on the other side of the room.
“Soo.. how are things going with your routine?” Annabeth started as she leaned over her leg at the bar. Nico grunted something incomprehensible as he tried to avoid her by doing a plié. Annabeth joined him, asking him to speak up.
“Will walked out.”
“Why?”
“I played a dumb prank on him about getting injured.” Annabeth had to pinch herself to prevent herself from gasping. Nico? Her lifelong dance partner made… a joke? Pranked someone? Was this actually Nico?
“Well, why did you do it?”
“I was tryin to prove that Ballet dancers aren’t so uptight.”
“What exactly did you do?” Annabeth’s tone dipped and sounded slightly suspicious but either way, Nico did not notice.
“...Pretended to get injured… but that isn’t even the problem. My problem is that my chicken of a partner called me a bumbling, incompetent, priveleged idiot and then, then… they just bailed on me!”
Later, when Annabeth, Percy and Jason were in the cafe, Annabeth retold Percy and Jason about her earlier conversation with Nico- not sparing a single detail about the clear distress the situation was causing him.
“Happy now Jason? Paired Nico up with a damned jerk,” Percy said aggressively.
“I didn’t think he was such a big a bitch as you did!” Jason argued. Annabeth could sense the tension between the two men and decided to push them apart. She stood between them with her hands resting on her hips.
“I told you two so we could help fix what happened; not just argue over it and point fingers.”
“I never liked the damned sunflower anway,” Percy huffed. Annabeth resisted a giggle from Percy’s terrible insult.
“Anyway, someone needs to talk to him- see his point of view, try and get them over the petty argument.”
“Petty? Will insulted him over nothing!” Jason almost shouted, his aggressive and protective side shining through.
“Which we can all agree was wrong. But.” She glared at the men. “We also know that Nico can and will hold grudges over anything as long as time lasts.”
In agreement, they decided to all visit Will because there was no way in hell that Annabeth was letting Percy and Jason talk to Will alone.
Somewhere in the Dance studio... Calypso was pissed. It seemed that most days, she was thinking more about Leo than she’d prefer to. Sure, he was gorgeous- naturally gifted in the looks (and don’t tell him this but also the personality department) with his lucious brown curls that framed his face perfectly and the beautiful glint he’d have in his eye when he danced and they way his teeth would glimmer when he smiled like the true definition of pearly whites. But, she was also wondering about his whereabouts, more and more frequently.
She had checked the cafe, Studio 2 and Dionysus’s office (she did not know what to think of him) with no sign of Leo whatsoever. She knew that there would be only one person who would know where Leo was- Hazel. However, it seemed that Leo and Hazel both had something in common- the inability to be found anywhere.
Finally, she found her about to head out for the day entirely.
“Hey, Hazel.” Calypso tapped her on the shoulder, pulling her away from her conversation with Frank. “Have you seen Leo anywhere?”
With no tact whatsoever, Hazel stuttered out a ‘no’ that had Calypso raising her eyebrow in suspicion at her- clearly not believing the lie. Internally, Hazel forced herself to calm down and think. What had Leo mentioned, what could she use, what could she lie about?
Think Hazel, think!
Leo had mentioned saying something about an appointment- yes! Hazel mentally prepared herself and the words came magically stumbling out of her mouth- rolling off her tongue as if she lied on a daily basis.
“Well… you can’t tell anyone okay?” Hazel whispered convincingly, drawing Calypso's attention in. “ You can’t let Leo know that I told you this but he’s at an appointment, for his knee. He injured some time ago when we attempted a lift badly and well, you know…”
Calypso immediately felt regretful. It was like she was truly the villain half of the dancers here thought her to be. No wonder he was barely putting any effort into the dance! Not only was he injured but he was injured and doing ballet- a style he wasn’t so regularly familiar with. And she had been treating him like shit about it as well! She could feel the guilt slowly creeping into her.
“Oh my, Hazel.... I’m so, so sorry,” she managed to say. Hazel, also overwhelmed with guilt, wanted to take back the lie and just say the truth. Leo was at work to pay for his dance fees- why was he so ashamed of it! Hazel offered to pay for him but he would refuse everytime. She wished that he’d let her pay for him- her father had more money than he cared for and oftentimes, Nico and Hazel found themselves paying for everything they and their friends could truly desire- not that they minded. This was the one thing she could do for Sammy but not Leo and for it, her thoughts taunted her.
At least Sammy accepted her money, her help. Gods, don’t think like that Hazel. Money can’t save everyone, you know that Hazel.
Hazel glanced back up to see Frank waving at her and could only manage a small sullen smile.
On the way to Studio A... Calypso needed to get back to Studio A and perhaps find some edits for their routine- maybe lighten the ballet on Leo. Maybe Leo preferred Salsa because it was easier on his knee? It didn’t make sense to Calypso but despite not wanting to admit it, she had seen how happy it had made him. She’d have to ask Hazel or Dionysus about the technique of it but she had taken a few classes in it before and so she tried a few steps she’d seen Leo do before.
She soon realised that he made it look a lot easier than it actually was- she remembered how she had insulted salsa and it’s supposed ‘lack of technique’. But then, she also remembered how he’d insulted her by saying she wasn’t the ‘best ballet dancer’. What did that even mean? Her- not the best? Impossible. She had worked too hard her entire life for that to be possible.
For the sake of Leo and his knee (and reliving some of her guilt), Calypso persevered and tried to teach herself some basic salsa moves. The basics weren’t too hard, it was simply that trying to com[pletely abandon her ballet technique wasn’t very easy and subsequently, she found herself looking very stiff.
“What are you… doing?” a seemingly alarmed voice, that belonged to none other than her rival, called out. Flawless teeth, truffles of soft hair and glass like eyes- Luke Castellan walked in, his lips pulled into a smug smile that truly tempted Calypso to smack him.
“None of your business, Castellan,” Calypso quickly snapped.
“Castellan?” He turned towards her with an innocent look that quickly turned malicious. “That’s not what you were moaning under me whe-”
“-Shut up. That’s over, we’re over. We were over ages ago. It’s not happening again. Not after you lied to me.”
Luke frowned, his features seemingly cute but Calypso knew better than to trust what he portrayed on his face. When it came to Luke, the quote ‘there is no art to find the mind's construction in face’ should really be taken seriously. He moved himself so that he was working at the bar that was in front of the very mirror that Calypso was using. Calypso ignored him, going over the routine over and over again. However, Luke seemed determined to get in her way so he continued to stretch in front of the mirror until Calypso completely snapped.
“What?” Her hands were on her hips in a threating manner and face looked like she was ready to commit murder.
“Oh nothing.” Luke shrugged before quickly speaking again. “It’s just, I’d never imagine you’d actually partner with such… scum I guess.”
“A, why do you care who I partner with? B, Leo isn’t that bad,” Calypso reluctantly defended him. Leo to her definitely was that bad, but she sure as hell was not letting Luke know that.
“It’s a bit sad how you really downgraded after me… and I doubt that your nachos boy will be able to guarantee you a spot on the team…” Luke trailed.
Calypso had to admit that the name ‘nachos boy’ was hilarious and she definitely intended on calling Leo that some time.
“Are you okay?” Calypso’s concerned voice immediately threw off Luke. “Or have you just not seen a mirror in a while? Because anything could be considered an upgrade after you. Leo? That’s like what? A Triple upgrade in the least- Let it be known, when it comes to how good looking people at this studio are, you are like basically the last person.”
“And yet, you dated me. No, you pursued me even,” Luke teased, his voice with undertones of malice like a poison laced apple- sweet talking with a bitter aftertaste.
“People make mistakes.”Calypso shrugged casually as she grabbed her bag and left the room.
In the musical theatre office... “We just… wanted to make sure you and Nico were doing well with your routine,” Annabeth urged Will who refused to talk to Percy or Jason.
“So Nico sends other dancers to talk for him now?” Will frowned, relatively upset that Nico didn’t come to him. Sure, he had been really harsh and Nico did deserve an apology from him but he was hoping that Nico would come to him, not his three older and more experienced friends who seemed very threatening.
“He um, well Nico didn’t send us..” Jason said, slowly realising their mistake.
“So you decided to come and talk to me about our problem on his behalf without his permission or his acknowledgement? Did he even directly tell any of you what happened?”
“He told Annabeth!” Percy defended.
“And you wonder why we don’t get along,” Will sighed and facepalmed. “ Well, if it makes you feel any better, me and Nico are perfectly fine.”
“You guys… have talked?” Annabeth asked warily.
“We will.” And with that, Will waved them off.
9PM- Rehearsal room A Nico’s turns were consistent and his warm breath was forced out of his chest and he heavily breathed. The lights of the studio were all turned off except for the rehearsal room he was occupying. He could feel his leg muscles burning, telling him to stop but he ignored it, forcing his body into a state of pure divinity- his arms spread like a black swan, ethereal and elegant. His olive skin was shiny, a thin layer of sweat across his body and beads of perspiration forming on his forehead as he carried on moving. His feet pranced, hopped, turned, kicked, swept and jumped. In the lighting he looked like a god with his onyx eyes, framed by his dark eyelashes and messy hair that moved with his every step.
Click clack. Click Clack.
Immediately, Nico stopped, recognising the sound. He turned down the classical music and took a few bows, the sarcasm in his movement clear.
“Thank you, thank you,” Nico drawled, clearly slightly pissed.
“I didn’t even get to clap.” Will pouted. “Did my shoes give a good reminder?”
Nico nodded but refused to continue speaking to him. He refused to speak to Will until he felt like talking to him again- he wanted a decent apology which should include Mcdonalds and wine. Speaking of wine, Nico definitely wanted some after the day he’d had. He knew Hazel always had something delicious but she lived near their parents and that always presented the possibility of his father popping in- not that he really hated his father, it was his wife, Persephone (who had given Nico a perfume that had a flower that he was allergic to).
“Are you not gonna talk to me?” Will asked, his hands in his pocket and with a slightly disappointed tone.
“Okay. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I overreacted to something that was seemingly innocent and I shouldn’t have been such a…”
“Bitch?” Nico filled in.
Will let out a whole hearted laugh. “ Yeah, I guess bitch is the right word. Anyway, I’m really sorry that I called you that…I shouldn’t have judged you based on your friends.”
“Being forgiven will not be so easy.”
“Do you need a Happy meal?” Will teased until Nico’s silence filled the room. “Wait, seriously, just a happy meal? Deal.”
“Well, now that you mention it, some wine would be nice. Maybe a day away from the studio,” Nico mused as he stuffed his stuff into his bag carelessly. He’d hate himslef when he had to organise it at home but it was really late and Nico was hungry as fuck.
“I hear that Chiron is taking out some students to the beach this week. I’m pretty sure Calypso is coming, she’ll let me tag along and I’m sure Annabeth will drag you there anyway. We can have our… reunion then,” Will decided as they walked out of the studio. Nico stopped as he fished out the studio keys and locked up the font doors. Nico wasn’t truly fond of the beach but it was free food and a chance to hang around his friends.
“Sure.” Nico nodded. “It’s a date.”
Will watched as Nico got into his car. For some reason, Will felt himself blush at those very words- It’s a date.
Those words ended up replaying in Will’s head until they met again on Saturday.
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Strictly Business // Jason Todd
Chapter 3 - Brothers Do That
Warnings: Language, sexual themes, bit of a longer chapter
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Jason was still hugging you tightly, even in his deep slumber. You’d been laying there cuddling him for an hour now, not wanting to wake him up despite how bad you had to pee. The feeling came and passed every few minutes, which was kind of a good thing because Jason kept snuggling closer to you every once and a while. Nuzzling his head deeper into your chest, giving you a tight squeeze before relaxing again. Your fingers ran through his hair softly, making him hum quietly in his sleep.
“I wish you’d wake up soon, I have to pee so bad” you whispered to yourself, looking down at his head.
“What if I told you I’ve been awake for twenty minutes” he mumbled back. You groan and started to try and wiggle out of his grasp. He hugged you tightly, fighting to not let go.
“I’d say you’re an ass, do you know how many times I almost peed myself” you asked, a small laugh coming from your mouth as you pushed against his shoulders. “Jason let go please!” You laughed, desperately trying to get the much stronger man to let go.
“If I let go you have to come back” he commented, staring up at you. You nodded in agreement and he finally loosened his grip. You were able to get up and do your business pretty quickly after that. “Took you long enough” he grumbled as you crawled back in next to him.
“I’m sorry your highness, I didn’t pee fast enough for you” you rolled your eyes, scooting closer to him. “My turn for a titty pillow” you stated happily, laying your head on his chest. He laughed lightly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to lay on top of him.
“I was not using you boobs as pillows” he scoffed, shaking his head.
“No, you were trying to suffocate in them though” you retorted making him flush slightly.
“Wouldn’t be the worst way to die” he shrugged after a moment of silence. You rolled your eyes again before closing them and letting out a puff of air. “It’d probably be my preferred way to die, for when I die again”
“Suffocation by boobs?” You asked with a laugh. He nodded, both eyebrows raised.
“I’m being dead serious” he stated, making you laugh even more. You shook your head against his chest, scooting up a little higher.
“I know, that’s why it’s so funny” you smiled.
*********
“Hey Jason, I just realized that I don’t have a dress for the gala so we probably need to get me one at some point” you commented, walking into the manor library. Jason looked up from his book and gave you a nod before returning to his reading. You tried to catch a glimpse at the cover as you walked over but failed to do so before sitting down on the leather couch between his spread legs. He let go of his book to put his arms around you as you laid against his chest. “I’ll be glad to get out of the manor for a little bit too. No matter how big the house I can’t stay inside for forever” you mumbled to yourself, though Jason hummed knowingly.
“We’ll go tomorrow, take the lambo to the mall. Sound good?” He asked, resting his chin against your shoulder as his book rested in your lap.
“Ooh, fancy car. I feel so rich around you people” you laughed lightly. “Even though you’re the ones with all the money, I’m getting to use it”
“Yeah me too, definitely way different from how we grew up” he mumbled, angling his head downward more to continue his book. His lips rested against your shoulder and his nose was almost squished shut there too. He wasn’t kissing you technically, jest resting his face there.
“Penny pinching turned into doing whatever for some cash or food” you sighed softly, shaking your head. “You’re lucky to be out of that now. You have a pretty good life now Jay” you glanced around the large library with a small smile. “I mean look at all these books, you must be in heaven”
“Pretty good, but not perfect. House this big gets lonely and brothers get really annoying really fast” he stated bluntly making you laugh lightly. “It is nice to not have to steal or beg for cash anymore though. I know I’ll always come home to nice warm shower and good food”
“Must be nice” you muttered without a second thought. Jason went quiet for a second, seemingly absorbed in his book but really it was in his thoughts.
“How are things for you now? And don’t give me one of your bullshit answers. You know I know when you lie” he stated, flipping a page smoothly. You sighed and laid your head back in the shoulder his head wasn’t on.
“They’re ok. I mean I have my own apartment but it sucks that I still have to steal to pay for rent and food, keep my water and electricity running so I can shower. I’m so far into debt to people that I’m not gonna be able to get away from living like this for a long time” you explained honestly. “And I feel terrible stealing from people, it really weighs in your conscience you know? But it feels like I have no other option”
Jason didn’t know how to respond. He knew that would’ve been your answer but he didn’t what to say, or what he was supposed to say. He was horrible with words and he felt horrible hearing that his childhood best friend and teenage girlfriend? Lover? He didn’t know what to call those few years where things had changed between the two of you, admit she still pretty much lived the shitty life they grew up in. He was about to open his mouth to say something back but he was cut off by the voice of his younger brother.
“(Y/n)!” Tim called, looking around the library for you. You smiled slightly and sat up a little bit much to Jason’s dismay. He grumbled and pulled your back against his chest again. “Oh there you are” he commented, grabbing a chair from a nearby table and pulling it over to face you. “I need help”
“With?” You asked curiously. Normally it should be you asking him for some help, as he’s the smart one.
“So there’s this girl” he started making you laugh lit ghoul and tilt your head at him. “Don’t look at me like that” he mumbled, shifting in his chair awkwardly for a second.
“You came to the right place, Timmy. I happen to be an expert in that department” Jason stated, shutting his book and wrapping his arms around your waist securely.
“I’m not trying to smash and dash here, which is where your specialty lies. I’m actually having like real relationship problems and she a girl so” he trailed off pointing to you. You let out a laugh as Jason’s cheeks turned a little red and he scoffed.
“What’s going on bub?” You asked, laying back against Jason comfortably and Tim took a deep breath.
“Ok so my girlfriend, I love her to death and she knows all about the me being Red Robin and all that good stuff. But she says that I don’t pay enough attention to her even though I’m really trying but my caseload is just very large and I am stressed and I haven’t slept in four days” he rambled, leaning forward and plopping his forehead on your leg tiredly.
“Oh my god Timmy, you need to go to sleep then, first off don’t do that to yourself. Secondly, you have so many people in this house to help you with cases, don’t take the full workload on yourself. Thirdly, have you talked to her about it?” You tried to hit all of the points that he brought up.
“Yeah kind of, she just said that I need to take better care of myself and make sure to keep time in my schedule for her because she kind of feels neglected. Now I feel terrible and she’s mad at me” he whined. You put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a small squeeze.
“Tim she’s not mad at you she was just saying how she felt. And you do need to take better care of yourself by the way. Right now you’d be considered clinically insane because of your extreme lack of sleep. So go to sleep, give some of your cases to Dick, and call her when you wake up. Even better FaceTime her right when you get up, sleepy boys are adorable” you instructed, sitting him to look you in the face. “Take tomorrow off, invite her over and just have some quality time with her after you have had a good night’s sleep. Don’t worry anything about Bruce either I’ll talk to him, Ok?” You asked, cupping one of his cheeks. He nodded tiredly and stalked out of the room.
“I’m still kind of offended he insinuated I can’t hold a relationship” Jason whispered to himself.
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“Hey (y/n), you ready?” Jason asked, fiddling with his keys as he walked into his bedroom. He looked up from his hands at the perfect moments to see your head turn toward him, though you still had you back to him. You had on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and some black sneakers to match. A cream colored off shoulder, flowy blouse adorned your top half. Though it was a fairly simple outfit, Jason’s breath hitched slightly in his throat.
“Uh, just give me one second please” you replied, slipping a few silver bracelets on and grabbing your phone. “Ok now I’m ready” you smiled, starting to walk toward him. “You look really good Jay” you raised an eyebrow at him, patting his chest as you walked by.
“So do you” he commented, raking his eyes up and down your form. “Shall we” he cleared his throat, turning around to start his way to the garage. You walked by his side all the way there, waving to his family members that you passed on the way out.
You took a deep breath and raised your eyebrows as your feet hit the white cement. There were so many luxury cars in there you thought you might faint. You knew the Waynes were loaded but seeing it in person was a whole different perspective on just how rich. Jason walked over to a line of five Lamborghinis, going straight for a dark red one.
“Do you all have matching lambos?” You asked, walking past a black one and a royal blue one to get to his, most likely Bruce’s and Dick’s namely. On the other side of Jason’s sat a gold one and an emerald green one.
Jason followed your line of sight and sighed. “Yeah, even Damien who can’t drive” you gave Jason a smile as he opened the door for you to get in.
“Thank you sir” you commented, settling into your seat. You took the few moments you had to yourself before Jason got in to stare at the inside of the car. “Holy fuck this things costs more than I probably would” you mumbled, running your hand across the dashboard.
Jason plopped into the driver’s seat and pulled the car out of the garage. He was about to keep driving but Dick sprinted out and stopped in front of the car. Jason had to slam on the brakes, shooting an arm over like moms do when they stop short. You grabbed his forearm tightly and sucked in a breath. He put the car in park and started to get out.
“Dick! What the hell man?” He asked angrily. “Were you trying to get me to run over you?” He asked, walking toward his brother. He left his door open so their conversation was completely audible.
“No, I was just trying to get you to stop. You left your wallet dumbass” Dick replied, pushing Jay’s wallet into his chest.
“You couldn’t have thought of a more conventional way of giving it back? Like maybe calling me and not jumping in front of my car and possibly hurting yourself, or (y/n)?” He asked, shoving his older brother’s shoulder. Dick eyed him with a small smirk.
“You didn’t mention yourself” he stated matter of factly. Jason scoffed adjusting the signature leather jacket that sat on his frame.
“That’s what you’re fucking worried about right now? Are you kidding me?” He practically growled at Dick. “You know what? Nevermind, just get the fuck out of my way and don’t get yourself fucking killed” Jason flipped him off while storming back into the driver’s seat. “Fucking asshole” he whispered to himself, shaking his head and revving the engine at Dick who hadn’t moved fast enough for his liking. As soon as dick was just enough out of the way that Jason wouldn’t hit him, he sped down the long driveway.
“Jay it’s alright. Yeah, it was stupid of him to jump in front of a moving car, but no one ended up hurt right?” You mumbled, placing a hand on top of one of his that had a death grip on the gear shifter. His hand relaxed slightly at the initial contact but quickly tended back up as his jaw clenched.
“That’s not the point (y/n), he could’ve gotten someone really hurt. He jumped in front of a fucking moving car, with you inside it. How fucking stupid can you get?” He grumbled, glaring at the road in front of him. You let out a sigh know he probably wasn’t going to let it go at the moment.
“Ok, I get it. But don’t let it ruin your day Jay. Yes your brother did a dumb thing that pissed you off, he’s your brother, they do that. Just don’t stew on it for hours, it’s just gonna piss you off even more” you said, rubbing your hand up and down his arm softly. He stared at the road in silence for a little while before glancing over at how.
“I don’t know how the hell you do that” he stated, moving his gaze back to the traffic in front of him. You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Do what?” You asked confused. He cocked an eyebrow at you, tilting his head slightly.
“Calm me down so fucking fast” he replied. His hands were visibly relaxed now, as was the rest of him. His death grip on the steering wheel was relaxed to a casual hold and his jaw wasn’t clenched tight anymore.
“I’ve known you since we were kids, you learn a thing or two in that amount of time” you giggled a response, settling back into your chair comfortably. A small smile came into his face as you two fell into a comfortable silence.
***********
“God no” Jason shook his head at the horrible dress in your hands. You had only taken it from the store clerk to be nice but as soon as Jason saw it he was protesting. “You need to learn how to say no to people” he stated, taking it from your hands and hanging it up on a random rack. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from that whole section of the store and into a different one.
“I feel like I’m shopping for the prom I never got to go to” you commented randomly, running your hands across a few of the dresses in front of you, the soft fabric brushing your fingertips comfortably. “Ooh this would be comfy” you stated, pulling one off the rack. “Yeah Nevermind” you stated as soon as you saw the bodice that looked like it would squeeze you until you suffocated.
“How much longer are we gonna be here?” He whined quietly, flipping through some dresses himself. His eyes scanned over a couple of them and he sighed.
“Jason we’ve been here for like fifteen minutes” you laughed, shaking your head at him. “I don’t like anything in here” you sighed. “Can we go somewhere else?” You asked him. He let out a breath of relief and nodded.
“Yes” he answered, making his way toward the door rather quickly. You caught up to him and walked quickly to keep up with his long strides.
“Slow down for the short people please. Not all of us were blessed with being 6’4” you commented, grabbing his shoulder. He gave you a sheepish smile before slowing down to your walking pace.
“Sorry” he said. “There’s another shop” he said, pointing toward a store that looked super nice. Along with looking super nice, it also looked extremely expensive. You stared at the beautiful dresses in the window for a second, but ultimately shook your head.
“Why don’t we go to that store over there?” You asked, pointing to a different store that looked much cheaper though it was still a pretty nice store. He shrugged and started walking toward it. He seemed very determined to spend as little time as possible shopping.
“I already like this place a lot better” he mumbled, going toward a rack of dresses. “This is your size right?” He asked, pulling one off and passing it over to you.
“If I don’t want to breath, maybe” you laughed, hanging it back up. “My size is over there” you said, pointing to a rack labeled with your size number. He nodded and went over to it. “We could start grabbing ones that could work and I’ll try them all on. It might go quicker” you suggested with a shrug.
A few moments later your arms were loaded with dresses and Jason even carried a few himself. He was almost acting as a personal stylist for you. He pushed you into a fitting room lightly and sat down outside. You started actually looking through some of the dresses and immediately getting rid of ones that you didn’t like.
You slipped into a simple, black long sleeve that was pretty cute. But the sleeves were quite itchy and you didn’t know if you’d be able to handle that for a whole night. A sigh left your mouth as you opened the door to find Jason. He looked up from his phone at the sound of the door. When he caught sight of you, he tilted his head to the side in thought.
“I mean you look good, it’s pretty” he shrugged. You raised an eyebrow, feeling like he had a ‘but’ coming. “But-“ there it was. “You don’t look like you like it” he finished. You hummed quietly, giving him a small nod as you turned around to change. You went through about a million more dresses before finally getting to the last one.
It was a lovely red color, loose mermaid style dress. A sweetheart neckline lined with silver jewels adorned the top. It was fairly simple, the only other ‘bling’ being a silver jeweled belt to match the neckline. You slid it up your body, zipping it up the most of the way by yourself. Though you were only able to get it about three quarters of the way done up before giving up with a sigh.
“Ok I have the last one on but I need help” you stated, walking back out to the waiting area. Jason looked up at you once again and he stopped moving. He stared at you for a moment with his lips slightly parted as his cheeks flushed slightly.
“Ok” he cleared his throat and got up to walk toward you. You turned and moved your hair for him. He zipped it the rest of the way and luckily it fit comfortably. “You look-“ he struggled to find the words he wanted to say as you turned around and looked up at him with those eyes he could get lost in for hours. “Wow” he breathed out, dropping his shoulders he hadn’t even noticed had tensed.
“Thank you” you smiled up at him. He was extremely close, your chests were almost touching. You both stood there for a little while and held the eye contact that you had. Your eyes flicked down to his lips quickly, god how you’d missed those. Mentally, you slapped yourself in the face, telling yourself to knock it off. “So this one then?” You broke the silence, stepping back from him and going toward the changing room again.
“Yeah, that ones great” he answered, walking back to his spot in the couch.
*********
After buying your dress, you had gone and got a pair of shoes to go with it which didn’t take very long. You and Jason were on your way to the food court to get lunch before you back to the manor. It was silent between the two of you, which was slightly awkward but mostly comfortable.
You took your stuff to a table and sat down with it while Jason went to grab some food. When he returned, he was talking to someone. Almost instantly you recognized him and smiled brightly.
“Roy Harper in the flesh” you commented happily as he strutted over. He smiled back at you and instantly brought you in for a hug.
“It’s been way too long (y/n), why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be back in town?” He asked, pulling away from you and sitting between you and Jason, who’d taken the chair across from you.
“I didn’t know, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing” you replied honestly. Jason raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as he started eating. You noticed the Wayne boys normally did that, as soon as someone else came in they’d just sit and observe the conversation going on. Must be the detective in them.
“Well I can’t stay for very long, but I’m throwing one of my signature parties tomorrow night, you guys should drop in for a little while” he offered, leaning his arm on the table as he awaited your answer. Jason opened his mouth to decline but you were faster.
“Of course Roy, we wouldn’t miss it” you smiled sending a look in Jason’s direction. He shut his mouth in defeat and went back to eating quietly. “I remember Jason used to be a party animal, wonder if he still is” you commented, making Roy turn toward him as well while letting out a chort laugh.
“Jaybird? Of course he is, didn’t lose that part of himself” he clapped a hand down on Jason’s shoulder, who rolled his eyes in response. Jason sighed and sat up a little bit.
“I do love a good party” he sighed, making you and Roy smile.
“Perfect” Roy left shortly after that, leaving you and Jason alone again. Jason gave you a look that made you shake your head.
“What?” You asked, already knowing his answer.
“No parties doll, you forget I’m babysitting you” he answered, pointing at you with his fork.
“And you can babysit me there. Come on Jay, today is the first time I’ve left the manor in three days. I hate being cooped up in there” you explained. “I won’t wander off too far by myself” you tried to convince him. He sighed and thought for a moment. “I promise that you’ll still be the one who gets to take me home at the end of the night” you smirked, leaning forward on your elbows that rested on the table.
“Fine” he grunted, shaking his head. “But you’ve gotta stay by me the whole time”
“Deal” you smiled happily.
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captaincvans · 4 years
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Chapter Three: Tear Me to Pieces
11/01/19
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Word Count: 2502+
Warnings: Language; Panic Attack; Angst; Angry!Chris; Sad!Chris
Series Masterpost
A/N: I think I’ll stick with posting biweekly (once every two weeks) as it seems to fit my schedule most. It’s been tough trying to fit writing in with my grad school, but I am trying to balance everything! You get an extra long chapter though! I hope you enjoy and pleaseee lemme know what you think! I appreciate every comment, ask about this fic ��
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“I don’t know what to do, mom,” Chris cried on the phone. He was desperate for some answers as the feeling of dread took over his heart. His career and his personal life has what he felt like being destroyed in a matter of weeks, and he was overwhelmed with so many emotions. 
“Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry that you’re going through all of this,” Lisa immediately cooed sympathetically. “Have you been able to see Jenna at all?” With them being so close, it was no surprise that Lisa knew the name of Chris’s therapist back in Boston. Chris had actually gone to a couple of sessions with his father, wanting to mend a few troubles the two had in a safe place. 
There was a beat of silence, and he answered with a small, “No.” 
“Oh, it’s okay, baby. Do you want me to book you an appointment with her?” Lisa was worried that Chris hadn’t been seeing anyone throughout this whole ordeal. She could tell how overwhelmed he was, and she knew he needed someone more than her at this moment. 
“S’okay. I’ll call her tonight.” 
Her heart was breaking at the sound of his defeated voice, the 38 year-old sounding more like a child, and it pulled at her heartstring. “Okay. Text me when you’re going. I’ll come by and drop you off. We can make a whole adventure out of it.”
“Okay,” he said quietly, saying goodbye to his mother before ending the call. He made an appointment with Jenna, who scheduled him in for the next day, hearing the gravity of the situation. A text pinged on his phone not long after, his personal assistant, John Diangelo, asking if he can come by. He texted back with a ‘yes’, needing a friend through this all and wanting to inform John of his manager’s crime. 
Chris sat on his couch, Dodger in the crate sensing the tension in the house. He sat there, numb and broken. It could’ve been hours and he wouldn’t have realized. The only thing that got him out of his reverie was the knock on the door. With drawn out, sluggish movements, he got to the door, opening to reveal his sympathetic PA. 
“How are you holding up, brother?” the Kansas-born man asked with a soft smile. 
“I don’t know, John. I really don’t know,” Chris whispered, sitting down on his couch with his head in his hands. “I don’t know what to do.” 
“Take it one day at a time. It’s all you can do,” he said, running his hand through his ginger hair. “Has the police found anything?”
“It was Daniel. He’s the one stealing money from me.”
“Holy shit,” John cursed, leaning on the wall behind Chris. 
“And while we were talking to him, he said someone else was involved.”
“Who?” John asked urgently, eyes wide in concern and anticipation. 
“Y/N.”
“No fucking way,” John muttered, his voice coming out breathier than usual. 
Chris shook his head. “I can’t believe this. I just can’t believe this. I was going to propose,” he confessed. 
John was at a loss of words, not knowing how to comfort the man. Anything he said would sound ingenuine. “It’ll get better, brother. At least you found out sooner than later.” 
“I guess so,” Chris mumbled. He blinked a few times, his red-rimmed eyes hurting with every blink. “I’m gonna go pack up her stuff.”
“Do you need any help?”
“No, it’s alright. I can pack’em myself.” 
“Okay. I can take her stuff down once you’re finished with them, and let her know they’re ready for her to pick up if you want?”
“That would be great. Thank you, John.” With robotic movements, Chris went to the bedroom he once shared with the love of his life, and started packing. 
Six Months Later
The investigation slowed down a bit as they kept hitting roadblocks with the press. It became a more high profile case, and the attention it received hindered people from doing their job as they were harassed by the press. They were relentless once they caught a whiff of the drama unfolding in Chris’s life. He tried to keep the issue as private as possible, but it was hard to when there were so many moving parts involved- from the fraud investigators, the police officers in charge of his case, and Kevin and his accounting firm that is doing a complete audit of Chris’s finances. There were a lot of people involved, one of the was bound to sell the story to the press. 
Captain America Breaks Up with Girlfriend Over Money?
Chris Evan’s Girlfriend a Gold Digger?
Chris Evan Found to Have Fired Manager Over Fraud
Headline after headline, they wrote it all. Rumours and assumptions being thrown around, and articles that were only half truth. With the leaks of the news, there was another investigation launched to find the person who was leaking Chris’s personal information to the public. Chris couldn’t go anywhere without being followed by the press. He hired bodyguards for himself and his family, hating the fact that they were victims to his problems. 
It marked the 25th week of the investigation, the end was almost in sight. One of the newly hired fraud investigators was caught selling information to the press, and was quickly fired from the company. Everyone else had to sign a tighter non-disclosure form that was created by Chris’s legal team. 
It was a gloomy Friday, the rainy day finally easing up as peak summer hit the town of Massachusetts. Chris just finished his daily morning walk with Dodger, hating the humid rain as much as his little dog did. Scott was staying at his place for a few days, trying to distract him from it all, and trying to pull him back out of his isolation. His usual goofy self was nowhere to be seen as he became paranoid of the next person to take advantage of him. Aside from his family, he’s been ignoring a lot of his friends, and only recently gotten back in touch with them. 
Just as he finally cooled down from the AC in his house, his phone rang. 
“Hey Jason, what’s up?”
“We got some new information. Do you mind coming by the station?”
Chris sighed, rubbing his forehead. It seems like he couldn’t catch a break with all the information that was hitting him. 
“Chris? You okay?”
“Yea, yea. Sorry. Just got distracted for a bit- I can be there in half an hour or so.” 
“Alright. See you soon.” 
“You good?” Scott asked, entering the kitchen as Chris was finishing up his call. Dodger happily jumped towards him, begging to be given attention which he happily gave. 
“Yea. Jason just said they have more information and needed me to come down.”
“Want me to come with you?”
He gave a non-committal shrug. 
“Alright. Lemme just get changed, and we can go.” 
The two brothers met up with Jason and Diana Bass, she was in charge of the whole investigation and was working closely with Jason to finish everything in a timely matter. They walked to a small meeting room, both brothers refusing any refreshments as the tension built in the room. 
“While we were investigation Y/N, we found something else,” Jason said, his eyebrows pulled together anxiously. 
“What is it?” 
“We investigated all of Y/N’s accounts, and we did not find any extra deposits. Instead, we found monthly withdrawals. We followed the money, and it was going to an account created by John Diangelo, your personal assistant.”
“Fuck! Him too?” Scott growled, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder for solidarity. 
Dianna nodded sympathetically. “Unfortunately, he seemed to be the mastermind of the whole operation. We went through his files and exchanges with Ms. L/N to see what the relationship was as we thought she was sending him the money she took from you to put in an offshore account like with Daniel, but there were only brief communication from prior years, most of them regarding your schedules. There were no indications that they talked beyond your schedule. We did, however, find a letter addressed to Ms. L/N in his computer about the terms your relationship with her.”
Chris tilted his head in confusion. “What terms?”
“In this letter, it said that in the case that you broke up with her for reasons that are unequivocally her fault, she will be forced to pay back the material cost of your relationship. Any time you paid for her, whether it was dinner or anniversary gifts, she must pay it back 100%. And as far as she knows, your separation was caused because you were “unhappy with her” as she quoted in our interrogation so she paid the cost.” 
“What the fuck? We never had such agreements! That’s ridiculous- I would never make her do such things.” Chris was pissed, even more so than his staff stealing money, they were blackmailing people too. He thought they were pretty messed up to think of such things. Even in previous relationships where his girlfriend had cheated on him, lied to him, and manipulated him, he would never think to have them pay back. 
“Ms. L/N confirmed that she had signed that agreement somewhere in the two-year make of your relationship. It was given to her by Mr. Diangelo privately in which he requested her utmost discretion, and it also had your signature.” 
“What?! No- No- I never signed anything like that!”
“We sent the letter to your legal team, but we can almost confirm that Mr. Diangelo had forged your signature in that letter as your letter was on the file and there was no evidence of an original physical copy. Regardless, it is not a binding contract as it never went through any of your lawyers.”
“Unfortunately, Y/N doesn’t know that,” Jason continued. “She thought she did have to pay everything back, and we are trying to gather more information as we speak, but I’m guessing there are no merit to the numbers he pulled.” 
“That’s fucking messed up!” Chris growled, one his hand resting on his hip and the other rubbing his chin anxiously. 
“We cannot disclose the amount Ms. L/N paid Mr. Diangelo, but are working to finish up the investigation so the money can be returned to her.” 
“So she wasn’t working with Daniel and John?” Chris confirmed, not knowing whether he preferred knowing the truth or not. 
“We cannot draw any conclusions at this time,” Diana stated. 
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, the guilt starting to bubble in his stomach. “ Okay…” Chris  shook hands with Diana before she parted ways. He then turned to Jason, “Was she involved at all?” 
“Chris,” Jason said in a warning tone. 
“Please- I- I just gotta know.” 
“I just know from the financial side of things, and there was nothing to indicate that she was involved, Chris. She could’ve had the money transferred to another account or something, but so far nothing’s come up except for her payments to John.”
“Ho-How much did she pay?” 
Jason sighed, shaking his head. “Chris, I can’t tell you that.”
“Please- Please just give me an approximate- I just need to know-”
“She paid 3⁄4 of it, including the damage fee. She said she wanted to get rid of the debt as soon as possible so you didn’t have to worry about it.” 
“How much?”
“Chris-”
“How much?!” Chris all but yelled, standing up from his chair and knocking it over in the process. His chest was heaving, and his fist shaking as his eyes glossed with tears. 
“The number he gave her was close to $40 000 that she had to pay in the span of five years, and in the event that she couldn’t pay the monthly installments, she would have to pay an interest of 10%- not to mention the damage fee that he included of $10 000.” 
It was at that moment, Chris knew she was never involved. He felt like a huge fog has lifted from his brain, as if he finally cleared his brain after a bad hangover. The past few months felt like a nightmare, but it was then that he realized, this was his reality. His manager and personal assistant tricked him, manipulated him, stole from him, and he believed them when they said that his girlfriend was a part of it all. Even if she was, the way he treated her that night. Chris felt like a monster, a stranger living in his own skin. Looking back, he can’t even recognize himself, the words he said, the things he called her. They were unforgivable.  “Jesus Christ, Jason. I-I-I  fucked up. She wasn’t even at fault, and I blamed her.”
“We don’t know that, Chris. For all we know she could still have some part in this.”
Chris ignored him, shaking his head. He knew, and deep down he’s always known that she was never a part of this all. “Is she still here? Can I see her?” He looked around, desperate to see a glimpse of the woman he thought he would be his fiancee by now. 
“She left already, said she needed to get to work.” 
Scott peered at his brother from the corner of his eyes, looking more worried as Chris’s breathing got uneven. “Hey, hey, hey. C’mon-” He sat him down again, gently easing him into another chair. “C’mon, Chris. You gotta breathe.” 
“She didn’t do anything wrong,” Chris cried repeatedly, face turning red at his inability to breathe. “She didn’t do anything wrong.” 
“I’ll get him some water,” Jason said, giving his friend some space. 
“She wasn’t- She wasn’t- She didn’t do anything wrong, Scotty.”
“Shh, shh. It’s okay. We don’t know that.”
“I said so many awful things to her.” Chris cried, his hand covering his mouth as bile crawled up his throat. “Oh God, I think I’m going to be sick.” 
Scott saw how pale Chris had gotten, turning around to grab the small garbage can and put it below the leaning man just as Chris coughed up bile. 
“The- The baby!” Chris exclaimed, inadvertently knocking the paper cup from Jason’s hand as his hand grabbed his friend’s sleeve. “Was she- How’s the baby? Did you see her bump? Does she look healthy?” 
Jason didn’t know how to answer that question. Before this whole ordeal, he has only seen Y/N through pictures from the press, and never met her in person. Either way, there was no way she was pregnant when he met her. “She- She didn’t look that pregnant?” Jason said uneasily, not knowing how to break the news. 
“Wh-What?” Chris said to himself, shaking his head. “No… Please, God no… No, no, no... ” He shrunk back on the couch, whimpering how stupid he was, and rubbing his chest as if it could appease the weight on his heart as he realized his mistake.
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dobrikburrito · 5 years
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loved ones, d.d. & v.s.
words: 2.2k
requested by anonymous
Hi!! I love your writing sm you're amazing!!! Can I get a David fic where she's so nice and and always does stuff for all of them like the dishes when she doesn't have to or buys them presents so they all work together to do something nice for her
disclaimer: wholesome fluff.
⠀ 
One year ago
“Alright, Zane, I think that’s enough alcohol for tonight, baby.” You supported Zane having his arm around your shoulders. “Here, have this.”
Zane made a disgusted face. “What is that?”
“It’s just water, come on, take a sip.” You told him, but immediately rejected it.
Rolling your eyes, you took the cup away and then brought him the same cup again. “Ok fine, have it your way, here’s some vodka.”
And he happily drank all the liquid, which made you laugh and facepalm. “How is it?”
“That’s some tasty drink right there,” He nodded, approving the “vodka”.
“Aw, I’m glad you liked it.” You smiled, taking a paper towel and drying his sweaty forehead. His eyes were barely open and his body was trying to dance to the music, but ended up just moving oddly. “Hey, I have a fun idea. How about we eat some of these chips? I’m feeling reeeeeeally hungry.”
You brought a small packet of regular chips and gave him some to eat, which he obeyed like the good toddler he was.
After taking care of Zane for a couple of hours, he was sobering up and wasn’t going to pass out or have a ridiculous major hangover the next day.
“Thank you for helping me with him, (Y/N).” Heath softly smiled in appreciation.
“No problem, babe. Let me know how he wakes up tomorrow. I already gave him one Advil,” You informed your friend. Heath nodded and walked Zane to the car.
10 months ago
“Psst, hey. Dave, wake up.” You poked David while he was napping rolled into his comforter on the living room couch. He whined, you rolled your eyes. “Come on, you need to take your medicine.”
David mumbled something incomprehensible, but stood up a bit and took the pill and the bottle of water from you, barely opening his eyes. After swallowing it, he nodded in appreciation. “Thank you (Y/N),” Only to fall down on the couch again, sleeping.
Just recovering from a bad case of the flu, you spent part of your days at David’s making sure he was properly taking care of himself, which he usually wasn’t, hence the sickness. You cooked him some soup while he napped and cleaned the dishes for him. Jason came along an hour later to check up on him as well.
“Hey (Y/N), how’s David doing?” Jason approached you on the glass table by the kitchen and hugged you. “Uh, that smells good.”
“He’s been sleeping a lot, but I made sure he took his medicine and is properly eating actual food and not just Chipotle.” You hugged Jason back, stopping your own video editing for a while. “And I just made some soup, you’re more than welcome to join us.”
“David’s really lucky to have a friend like you around. Sometimes he’s just so reckless I want to punch him.” Jason looked at the blob that was David on the couch. “Actually, we’re all very lucky to have you around, you’re always taking care of us.”
“You’re cute, but I’m just being a friend, that’s all. We work so much that we forget that health is actually a real thing.” I laughed, shrugging.
“I’ll go wake him up to eat your soup then.” Jason kissed your head and you got up to pick up some plates.
8 months ago
Todd had his head resting on your lap, eyes closed, feeling your fingers running through his black strands of hair. Somehow he showed up at your door at 2:45 am, completely wasted, after drinking his feelings away because of another fight with Corinna. You were caught in the middle of this tornado since the moment they started to date, always listening to both sides, trying to reason with them and advising in what they should do.
You looked to the orange and pink sky through your living room window, it was probably around 6 am now. You’ve spent all these hours listening to a drunk Todd cry about how sad he was but couldn’t ever properly express his feelings to Corinna.
This time you chose to just listen and wear off the alcohol in his system, giving him water and all the protocol for him not to wake up a bigger mess. Your eyes shut for one second, giving that you were exhausted yourself.
Todd woke up after a couple of minutes and saw you there, taking care of him for the hundredth time again, only to sigh and get up to cook you breakfast.
6 months ago
You had scheduled to meet Kristen for a Saturday brunch, missing your time together. When you arrived, she was already there, Scotty sitting by her side. Instead of being mad, you just smiled watching them together from a far and seeing how much love they had. You reached them, hugged them tight and sat down, spending the next couple of hours talking about everything in your lives.
“Oh, shit, I almost forgot,” You shook your head, quickly slapping yourself in the forehead. “Here, I bought you this!” You smiled.
It was this lovely and big Buddha crystal figure with a lotus flower on the inside. It was written Kristen all over it. The look on her face was priceless and you clapped, excited.
“(Y/N), oh my God. This is amazing! I can’t take this, this looks super expensive.” Stunned by the figure, she didn’t even look at you, just kept admiring it.
“Oh please, yes you’re taking it. I saw this while I was looking for a new clock for my apartment and it was you all over it. I couldn’t not take it!” You smiled, sweetly. “And my channel is doing good, don’t worry about it!”
“What’s the occasion?” Scotty asked with a smile on his face, also appreciating how happy Kristen was.
“Can’t a girl give her best friend a random gift out of the blue just to see her cry?” You shrugged, being a little over dramatic for the joke.
“Oh my Gaaaaaaaah.” Kristen did a fake-cry and whine just to make you laugh.
4 months ago
“Jesus fucking Christ, what is the matter with you people?” You said, breathless. “Why do people do this to themselves willingly.”
Todd and Jeff stopped to laugh at you, a few feet down the hike from them. “Come on now, it’s not that bad.” Jeff joked, waving for you to reach them.
It was the beginning of the year and as much as Todd and Jeff were friends, they were still getting to know each other. You knew both of them, knowing that Todd and Jeff had just been through terrible break ups and could use each other’s help. So you managed to sneakily schedule the first hike they ever did together, using your bad habits as an excuse.
“Don’t look at me like that (Y/N), I’m not gonna carry you again.” Todd shook his head when I gave him my puppy eyes.
“God dammit,” You rolled your eyes and did a little power run to reach them. “Just go easy on me, why don’t ya?”
We kept walking together and a couple of miles in, Todd asked Jeff “So… How have you been since you broke up with Cierra?”
“Basically shit, man.” Jeff answered and they continued to talk about every aspect of their lives.
You smiled to yourself, mentally giving you a high five for your bromance cupid skills.
2 months ago
“Ooh, who’s that guy?” You scrolled through Corinna’s Instagram DMs while she was putting on make up before you both went out. I show her the profile picture for Tfue.
“Oh, it’s this streamer guy that I told you about, he’s nice.” Corinna took one look at it and went back to her make up.
Clearly, I clicked to go to his profile and started going through his pictures and videos. “Oh, he’s cute too. He’s very much your type.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” She chuckled while putting mascara on.
“You know exactly what I mean, don’t play dumb.” I laughed. “And he’s asking you out for next weekend! Why don’t you go out with him?”
“I don’t know (Y/N). I told you I needed to take some time after the whole Todd situation,” Corinna made some excuse.
“You did tell me that and you did take time, Cor. It’s been a few months now,” You knew how lonely she felt and you wanted for her to get back out there. “You’re not instantly going to get married to this guy or whatever other guy you go out with. But I think it’d be fun for you to see some new people, change weathers. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your anxiety rising lately. I know how you tic and you need to be social and have fun to destress.”
Corinna sighed and looked at me. “I hate how you know me so well,”
You shrugged. “I’m very proud of it, to be quite honest.” I made a proud face that made her smile. “C’mon, you have nothing to lose here.”
She gave you a quick smile which was enough for you to accept as a yes. “I’d love to hang out! When are you free? And send.”
“(Y/N)! Did you just message him?” Corinna was half shocked half amused.
“What? No.” You looked like a toddler who was just caught doing something bad.
“Oh my God, give me this.” Taking the phone out of your hand, she looked for his DM. “You’re the worst!”
“I think the words you’re looking for is absolutely unbelievably amazing.” You smiled. “Besides, I have a feeling you’ll be thanking me in the future, so… I do accept thank yous as louboutin shoes by the way.”
You walked out of her bathroom, leaving her chuckling.
Today
“Alright guys, here’s the deal. I just texted (Y/N) and she’s coming to my house.” David was sitting down by the living room with a bunch of the VS behind him. “She’s always taking care of everybody, so we decided to surprise her tonight.”
“Today is her half birthday. We decided to do this today so she wouldn’t suspect anything.” Corinna explained to the camera.
“When she arrived, I’m gonna blindfold her and walk her in,” David informed the viewers. “Then she’s gonna see all of this.”
Taking the camera, David got up from the ground and showed around his house, which was filled with all of the people who loved you and cared for you. The house was completely decorated with Cabaret, with performers and playful activities, which you absolutely adored.
“She’s gonna flip the fuck out,” Jason said to David’s camera. David laughed.
“50 bucks she starts crying,” David wagered.
“I’m on it!” Jeff shook David’s hands.
Once they saw your car parking in front of David’s house, he made his way out of the door, while Jason filmed everything from a hiding spot.
“Hey, thanks for coming!” David smiled at you and hugged you.
“Yeah, no problem. What’s up?” You didn’t even realize anything. Your hair was in a messy bun and you were wearing a clickbait hoodie and sweatpants. Every time one of your friends asked for you to come because they needed help, you never hesitated. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” David laughed, then showing you a black piece of cloth. “I’m really sorry but I have to blindfold you.”
“What?! David, no!” You whined and looked around, looking for the camera. “You don’t even have a camera, what? No! No wild animals! I still have nightmares because of the roaches and the scorpions.”
David laughed. “It’s none of that I promise, don’t you trust me?”
“No.” You blatantly said and the both of you laughed. “Fine, but if it’s something gross I’m going to kick you in the balls.”
“That’s oddly specific. Okay. Come on.” David said as you turned around and he blindfolded you.
Carefully, he helped you get inside the house, positioning you in the middle of the room. All cameras and phones were on you. “Okay, on 3 you can take the blindfold off. 1… 2… 3… go!”
The second that you took it off, everybody yelled “Happy Birthday!!” and popped a bunch of confetti sticks, shooting you with silly string, sour cream and bottled cheese.
“What the fuck?!?! It’s not even my birthday, David!!” You screamed, your eyes closed because there was so much silly string on your face. Everybody just laughed out loud and Corinna came to your rescue with baby wipes to help you regain your sight.
You looked around, seeing everybody and looking at the decoration. “You guys did this all for me? It really isn’t my birthday though, so I feel bad.” You were getting emotional.
“But it is your half birthday!” Natalie popped another confetti.
You did an “O” face. “Of course, I should’ve seen this coming.” You threw one hand up in the air, defeated. “I hate all of you,” You cleaned the tears from your eyes.
“God dammit,” Jeff paid David 50 bucks.
The party went on, you cleaned yourself and said hi to all of your friends, hugging everybody, taking pictures, having drinks and enjoying the night as the center of attention.
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randomdcfangirl · 5 years
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Short Shorts
Request by @redhoodieone: Hiii! Okay, so like my request is a smut! (Shocking...I know) and could it please be when Jason is sick and tired of the reader always wearing short shorts, so he decides to wear a pair and then she jumps him and fucks him?! I want it funny and sexy 😂🤣
Warnings: NSFW, Silly stupid smut, cursing
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Walking around the house in short shorts and a tank top was your favorite in the summer time. Sadly Jason wasn't to found of it like a week later. As much as he loved the way you looked and how sexy you were to him in those clothes, he had stuff to do in his busy schedule other than you.
So Jason was sitting on the couch looking at his laptop on the coffee table. When he heard you come out of the bedroom he silently hoped you weren't wearing those shorts, but you were.
"Baby, can you please put on real pants for like 5 minutes so I can finish this?" Jason whined and asked without looking at you.
"Oh what happened my big, strong teddy bear can't focus?" You teased as you walked to the kitchen giggling.
"Okay, I see how it is. Just wait till tomorrow." Jason mumbled to himself.
So the next day while you out he squeezed his big ass into a pair of your shorts. They looked pretty okay but they were really uncomfortable. He positioned himself on the couch and watched TV until you walked through the door.
"Babe, I'm home." You call through the apartment.
"I'm in the living room." He called back.
You made your way across the apartment to the living room only to stop at what you see.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" You asked not being able to hide your laughter.
"Oh these? I was wondering what all the fuss of them was about. They're really uncomfortable in the crotch area." Jason said adjusting them.
"Well maybe because they're not made for someone with a dick." You told him dropping your purse to the floor by the wall. You couldn't help but admire his huge thighs, damn he was kinda hot in those shorts. "You look kinda hot in them though, Jay."
"Oh do I now?" Jason teased. Rolling your eyes at him you made your way over to straddle his lap facing him.
"Shut up." You told him as his hands found their way to your waist.
You moved your head closer to his, lips a few centimeters away from each other. They could feel each other's breath on their faces. After a few moments Jason closed the distance between their lips, it started out soft and sweet. Little kisses soon turned into longer one's, until he finally licked your bottom lip silently asking for entrance. In a teasing mood you declined by not opening up.
Taking matters into his on hands he took one of them and squeezed one of your ass cheeks. You gasped in between kisses and he took advantage and stock his tongue in your mouth. You happily excepted it, as things got more heated you started to grind you hips onto his.
He groaned into your mouth as he started to get harder than he already had been. You felt it too, your jeans making the friction rougher than expected. Letting out a breathy moan as Jason kissed down your jaw and neck.
Kissing, sucking and biting at all the spots he knew you liked to heard all the pleasurable noises you make. You dragged your hands down his shirt cover chest and abs, tugging it at the bottom. Knowing what you want Jason took his arms out and pulled away from you, but only for a second before kissing your lips again.
This kiss was only a quick peck before you pushed him back against the couch to kiss down his jaw and neck. As you did that you haven't stopped your grinding, even though you definitely fumbled a bit when he first started kissing your neck. He started getting more touchy and you definitely enjoyed it, rubbing the small of your back and 'accidentally' slipping his hands into your pants teasingly.
Then your hips and again dipping into your pants teasingly. Then he finally tugs at your shirt to take it off. Pulling away from his neck to take it off but Jason basically did it for you. All you did was put your arms up. Almost immediately Jason was kissing and sucking at the newly exposed skin, you barely had time to register before your bra was unclipped and Jason was taking it off your shoulders.
As he kissed down your breast he made sure to bite and suck at the places he knew you liked. Then finally enclosed his lips around one of your nipples. Taking a hand he brought in to unbutton and unzip your jeans, he was ready to take them off then and there but he knew you wanted to be in control right now. Although he definitely was still in some control because of what he was doing to you right now.
"Okay, I give up," You tried to say but got cut off by your own gasp when Jason bit your nipple. "It's to hard to be in control of you."
"I was waiting for you to." Jason chuckled after he pulled away from you.
He got your jeans off and underwear, you then took those damn shorts off himself.
"You didn't wear boxers underneath?" You asked laughing.
"I thought it'll look stupider then it already did." Jay laughed back, after your little laugh moment you get back in the mood.
Kisses were exchanged before he aligned himself to your wet entrance. Sliding yourself down you both let of moans at the feeling. Pausing for a minute to adjust to his size, after a minute you started rocking your hips, finding a pace you both love.
"Fuck, you're so hot, (Y/N)." Jason told you breathless as he started meeting you pace.
You could only moan in response. Jason tucked his head in your neck to kiss and bite at it, moving your head to the side to give him more room. You started bouncing up and down in him, he gripped you hips to help you ride a little faster.
"Fuck, baby you feel you good." You moaned out.
"Shit." Jason grunted, head still in your neck, when you purposely clenched around him knowing he likes it.
Bouncing a few more times before Jason smack one of your cheeks, you yelped and gasped in surprise before moaning. Then Jason pinned you down on the couch somehow not pulling out of you.
Being at a different angle aloud him to get deeper, as always touching places that make you see stars. Once he reached those places you let out a loud moan that the neighbors could definitely hear if they were home. Those noises of pleasure continued and all the was heard in the apartment was, moans, groans, grunts and scream of each other's names.
What really made you come undone faster than you expected was when Jason reached down and started rubbing your clit at a break neck speed. That made you yell out in pleasure as you felt your release arriving soon.
"You're getting close aren't you, babe?" Jason said more of a statement then a question.
"Mmmmm, yes." You moaned out as best you could.
"Let it go, baby. Come on my cock." He whispered in your ear.
A few thrust and rubs later you released all over him and the couch, not stopping a few thrust later he pulled out and came on your stomach. Holding himself up so he didn't crush you as he caught his breath like you were.
"I love you." He told you when he caught his breath.
"I love you, more." You responded smiling.
"We're not arguing about how wrong you are right now." Jason chuckled and so did you. "Come on, let's go clean up."
You put your arms up for him to carry you. Sighing he got up, picked you up and carried you to the shower. Let's just say the fun wasn't completely over.
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I haven't written smut in like a year so it's not great. It could be longer too I need to work on making my fics longer but here you go.
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reggiefogarty · 6 years
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The Other Side - Fangs Fogarty X Reader
Plot: You’re Fangs’ girlfriend, and go to see him as soon as you hear he’s getting out of jail (A/N I think I extended the timeline to make it make sense he would have a girlfriend after Midge?? But idk who cares)
Requested: No, I just thought I may as well while I can be bothered to write lmao
Warnings: Swearing I guess?? Sad Fangs
“Excuse me, Sheriff, I’m here for-”
“The Serpent, yeah. You’ve been here every second visiting’s been allowed for the past 48 hours.” The Sheriff turned to look at you, his face completely expressionless. “Go in. But you might want to warn him about what’s waiting out there.” He immediately switched his attention back to the file in his hand, clearly uninterested in the fact that a mob was waiting outside for a teenage boy.
You roll your eyes and walk past him, letting yourself into the ward of the holding cells, in which you had spent the majority of your time ever since your boyfriend had been arrested 2 days ago. It killed you to see him like this - he had opened up to you about his relationship with Midge the night of her murder almost a month ago now, before the two of you started dating, and you knew he’d never do anything like that, least of all to the girl he was having an affair with.
“Fangs.” You stated, entering the door to see he had already been let out of the cell and was now talking to one of the police officers, immediately rushing across the room and grabbing the boy in the tightest hug either of you had ever experienced.
“Y/N!” He replied happily, gripping you equally as tightly, so much so that you lifted off the ground as he spun you around in a circle, a grin plastered across both of your faces.
“Your personal possessions are in the bag over there.” The police office stated, gesturing towards a sealed plastic bag that had been lazily tossed towards the corner, turning and leaving the room as he wrote something on the clipboard in front of him.
“Please never get arrested again.” You pleaded once Fangs had set you down onto the floor, resting your forehead against his and placing your hands on either side of his face.
“I hardly tried to get taken in this time, but I’ll be extra careful.” He smiled before leaning down and connecting your lips, kissing you slowly and sweetly, as if the two of you had all the time in the world.
“I’ve missed you so much.” You mumbled against his lips, pulling his face further into yours, desperate to make up for lost time.
“You’ve been here the whole time.” He pointed out between kisses, a light chuckle escaping his lips.
“You know what I mean.” You shrugged it off, kissing him once more before pulling away and slipping your hand into his. 
“Should we get my stuff and get out of here?” He suggested, starting towards the bag of his possessions the officer had pointed out.
“Actually, I need to tell you something first.” You stop him and pull him back to face you.
“What is it, baby?” He questioned, sensing you were nervous and placing his hands on your waist, gazing down at you in adoration.
You hesitated, not wanting to worry him or break the smile that was on his face, but knowing you had to. “They’re all waiting for you, Fangs.” Tears threatened to choke up your speech, but you fought them back and cleared your throat, refusing to give in. “The Northsiders that think you did this. They’re out there, and they- they-”
“They want my head.” He finished the sentence for you, his speech slow and quiet, dropping his gaze from your face.
“But hey, babe, we can get through this, okay?” You refused to accept that it would be over this quickly, returning your hands to their position on the sides of his face and gazing up at him hopefully. “They’re not going to win like this. It just means we’ll have to take a different route. Toni and the guys are on their way, we’ll figure it out when they get here.”
“We’ll figure something out.” He nodded half-heartedly, speaking more to reassure you than himself. He hated when you worried about him as he knew it pained you, and he couldn’t bring himself to do that to you right now. Not when you had spent the majority of the last 48 hours in the holding cell with him, holding his hand through the bars, refusing to give up on him.
“We will.” You nodded and briefly kissed his lips once again, before pulling away and nodding towards the corner in which his bag was waiting. “Now get your shit, and let’s get out of here.”
“Hold on.” He mumbled, connecting your lips again and deepening the kiss instantly, making you smile against his lips at his eagerness.
You relaxed into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair, happy that you could finally do this again - it was a lot harder than you had initially thought, being with him when he was locked in the cell, as all you could do was sit and watch him as he was locked away from you and miserable, neither of you able to do anything to cheer the other one up, not even allowed to hug each other due to the strict rules the Sheriff kept.
“We’re here.” You heard Sweet Pea announce behind you, the door bursting open to reveal him, Jughead, Toni and FP entering the room. “You guys can stop making out, there’s time for that later.” He rolled his eyes and approached the two of you as you pulled away from each other, the boy instantly grabbing Fangs in an enthusiastic hug.
“We have to go. Now. The mob’s growing by the minute.” Toni stated, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards the door.
“How are we going to get out?” You question, glancing at her to see her shrug and sigh.
“Honestly, I don’t know. We’ll go check it out, see what we can decide.” She glanced around for some windows that may provide a half-decent view of the building’s surroundings. “Hey. Don’t worry about him. We’ll be okay.” Her voice softened at the realisation that you were terrified for Fangs, pulling the sleeves of your leather jacket down over your hands and nodding.
“We need to look around, case the joint.” FP stated, appearing behind you and Toni, closely followed by Sweet Pea, Jughead and Fangs, who was shrugging his Serpent jacket onto his shoulders from the bag of his belongings he had been returned. “No stupid decisions.”
You nodded, unable to speak for the fact that you were choking back tears, not listening to a word that FP continued to say as he explained what the group should do. After a minute or two, you were wakened from your daze by Fangs gripping your hand while everyone turned and ran towards various windows, attempting to see what was going on outside, as your boyfriend dragged you towards the nearest fire exit. Without saying a word, the two of you slowly and cautiously opened it an inch or two, just enough so you could see what was going on outside of it, more tears threatening to spill over the pools gathering in your eyes at the sight of the mob outside, the noise of their chanting growing by the second.
“Hey.” Fangs stopped you from walking away, grabbing your hand and pulling you to face him. “I want you to go back to the car. Now. Without me.”
“I- What?” You frowned, stepping closer to him. “I’m not leaving without you.”
“Baby, please.” His eyes pleaded with you, the deep brown of his irises glossed over with tears. “You have to go.”
“Why?” You frown, your thumb gently stroking the side of his face.
“Because I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you out there. I-”
“Fangs-”
“No, I know, you can handle yourself, I’ve seen you doing crazy shit with the Serpents for years, but I couldn’t let anything happen to you. Not when it’s because of me that you got into this mess.” He didn’t break eye contact with you while he spoke, begging you to do as he said. “Please, go now. I’ll be with you soon.”
“What the hell are you doing?” FP interrupted, approaching you with a frown on his face. “Fangs, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you need all the help we can get. You can’t send someone home.”
“It’s not like that.” He reluctantly lifted his gaze from your face to look at FP, wells of tears filling in his eyes. “I can’t- I won’t let anything happen to her, not while it’s on my head. I can’t drag her into this, just like you didn’t want to drag Jughead into it when the whole mess with Jason Blossom started.”
FP sighed but reluctantly nodded and turned away, allowing you to continue, knowing that the boy had him beat, and was hardly likely to give up anytime soon.
“Fangs, please-” You begged, a tear rolling down your cheek. “I’ll go if you really want me to. But I can’t just do nothing for you.”
“You’ve done everything you can for the past two days.” He shook his head, his hands gently cradling your waist. “I don’t want you going out into that…that with me. Because I’m not dumb, I know half of them would rather have me dead than freed, and Northsiders always have had shit aim.” He let a soft chuckle pass his lips, although both of you knew there was no humor in it.
“Okay.” You whispered, swallowing and nodding slowly. “But, please, let these guys protect you.”
“I will.” He nodded, leaning down and kissing you passionately, each of you feeling as if it may be the last time. “Now go. I’ll see you on the other side.”
“Yeah.” You nodded, your voice still a weak whisper. “See you on the other side.”
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rawrkittenpurr · 6 years
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Personal Trainer AU - Jack Maynard Imagine
Word count: 4068
Rating: Explicit (really, truly explicit. mostly pwp smut. please don’t read if you are underage and/or unconfortable with that)
Warnings: none
Summary: Jack is substituting for your regular PT. Sex ensues.
„Hi, my name is Y/N and I have a session booked in with Louisa at six”, you said to the girl at the reception, handing over your gym membership card.
„Oh, I’m so sorry, Louisa had to call in sick today. Someone should’ve called you, but they must have forgotten. I’m terribly sorry, it’s been a bit of a rush here today, with two of our trainers feeling poorly… But I’m sure we can find someone to cover your session, or you could go in and train on your own? Of course we will refund you the price of the training!” the girl said apologetically.
“Honestly, don’t worry about it. I’m sure all your trainers are equally good, I don’t mind if someone else takes over, truly. But please do find someone for me, because left to my own devices I know I will just spend 20 minutes on the elliptical watching Brooklyn 99 and call it a day”, you smiled at the girl. It was Friday night, you had a busy week of work behind you and you were not feeling very motivated as of that moment. You came to the gym straight from the office, because you knew from experience that if you’d had to go home to get your stuff, you would’ve just slumped down on the couch and probably not moved until midnight.
“Okay, I’ll see what I can do for you. You can go ahead and get changed, and someone will be waiting for you when you’re done”, the receptionist said, handing you a lock and key for the lockers as well as a towel, “and thank you for being so understanding!”
You quickly changed into your workout gear – black leggings, a black sports bra and a flowy purple workout top with an open back –, pulled your hair into a ponytail so it wouldn’t bother you, grabbed your water bottle and the towel and headed out of the changing room. You were greeted by a blonde guy about your age, with really pretty blue eyes. He was attractive. This was going to be interesting.
“Hey, you must be Y/N. I’m Jack, and I’ll be kicking your arse today.”
“And I bet you’re going to enjoy that, won’t you”, you said to test the waters.
“Oh, I’ll make sure you enjoy it too, don’t you worry”, he replied, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. This was indeed going to be interesting all right.
“So I thought we could start with some warm-up, and in the meantime you can tell me about what you’ve been doing with Louisa, what your goals are, so that I can get a better picture of what you’re looking for, does that sound ok to you?”, Jack asked once you’ve walked over to the training area.
“Sure. I’ve been training with Louisa for about two months now I think. I don’t really have a specific goal in mind, I just kinda want to be the fittest version of myself if that makes sense?” you started to explain while Jack was directing you to do some jumps to get your heartrate up. “I used to always say to myself I’ll do it one day, like I’ll do it for my wedding or something, but then one day something in my brain just clicked and I thought why wait, why not do it now?” “So, no wedding coming up then?” Jack intercepted.
“Oh no, definitely single AF”, you laughed, “but it’s chill. I mean, I have everything I need”, you said, first of all to clarify that you were not desperate and second, because it was true. You were really not looking for a relationship and were perfectly happy with the arrangements you had going on when it came to sex. “Anyway”, you continued, progressively getting more out of breath, “don’t get me wrong, I still hate all of this. But then I see the results and I’m like yeah, it’s worth it.”
“I can see that”, Jack said, and you were pretty sure he was checking you out.
 Jack was not kidding when he said he would kick your ass. He gave you a very intense workout that pushed you to your limits, but you actually enjoyed it. You preferred working hard over half-assing your workouts; it gave you the satisfaction of knowing you did your best. You also had the feeling he had you do more squats than strictly necessary just so he could check your butt out, but you couldn’t say you minded that either.
“So, it’s Friday, you got any plans tonight?” Jack asked you as you were finishing up your stretching.
“I was actually planning on watching Netflix on my couch, but after this workout I feel strangely energised, so I might need to change those plans”, you admitted.
“Me and a few mates are actually going clubbing later, you can join us if you like. It’ll be around midnight though probably, so I don’t know if you’ll still be awake…”
This went easier than you thought. It wasn’t suave or smart, you could tell Jack was the sort of guy to rely on his looks and charm rather than his wit to woo over the ladies. But in all fairness, he was hot and he did ask you out and he was being quite direct about it, which you appreciated.
“I’m not actually a grandma, I’ll have you know. Midnight sounds good, text me where?” you held out your hand for his phone.
 Once you got home, you popped into the shower, washed your hair, moisturised thoroughly with a lotion that made your skin look glowing and smelled deliciously like a tropical cocktail on a beach, poured yourself a big glass of wine, then decided to potter around naked for the next few hours. At around 11, your phone buzzed with a text from Jack.
“Hey Y/N
You still up?”
At this point, you were about 3 glasses of wine in, and still naked, but at least you had successfully finished putting on your makeup.
“Yeah I’m good, just getting ready. Wby?” you texted back.
“Pre-gaming at Joe’s. Gonna get going soon though”
You wrapped yourself in your previously discarded towel, grabbed your wine glass and took a selfie. “Cheers!” you typed, sending the pic to Jack. His reply was a string of emojis, including the fire and the dancing girl one. He also sent you the name of the club and told you to meet them up front in half an hour.
It was time to get dressed. You decided on a set consisting of a high-waisted, tight midi skirt and a crop top. The outfit hugged your curves and showed off a bit of your tummy. Essentially, it put your whole body on display while still making you look relatively dressed up. You debated for a while if Jack was worth wearing heels for, but ultimately decided in favour of them. Then you grabbed your bag and headed down to your Uber.
The club Jack told you to meet them at was of the posh but tacky variety, trying really hard to look like it was in Vegas or something, with secluded ‘VIP areas’ with white leather couches and low, mirrored coffee tables. It was the sort of club mostly frequented by girls in their late teens and men of all ages trying to hit on them. You didn’t much mind the club though, because the music was good, a mixture of hip-hop and R’n’B, easy to dance to and in your opinion much nicer than the monotonous, electronic stuff. There was a little bit of a line forming out front, you hoped that the club would be decently full but not jam-packed. Getting out of the car, you spotted Jack standing a little bit off to the side with a small group of people, and walked over.
“Damn, Y/N”, Jack exclaimed, checking you out from head to toe as you were approaching him, “you looked fine this afternoon, but this is on a whole new level!” He pulled you in and kissed you on the cheek. He smelled really nice, cool and clean and fresh, but with an undercurrent of something spicy.
“You’re not looking so bad yourself, I must say”, you licked your lips. Jack was wearing a dark blue and red, tropical patterned silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a few of the top buttons unbuttoned, tight, ripped black jeans and white sneakers. His hair was tousled and wavy and somehow looked both softer and blonder than in the gym. You had the urge to run your hand through it, although you were quite sure it was probably less soft and way more stiff with product than it looked. Also that he wouldn’t appreciate you messing it up. Also that you would totally still do that later.
He waved you over and quickly introduced you to the bunch of people he was with: Joe, Conor, Mikey, Caspar, as well as a few girls whose name you didn’t bother to remember.
“It really isn’t fair”, you heard Joe complain to no one in particular, “Jack pulling these girls who are out of his league all the time.” Jack replied with a grin, saying how it was one of the perks that came with his job. You were not sure if this whole exchange was intended to be much more subtle or if Jack just didn’t care if his dates knew he was a bit of a player, but it was okay. You weren’t looking for anything serious either.
“Come on, Y/N”, Jack motioned you over and put his arm around your waist, skipping the line and guiding you directly towards the door, “this way.”
“Are you famous or something?” you teased as you realized you were entering directly through the previously described VIP lounge.
“I got connections”, he smiled, wiggling his brows at you.
Once inside, you each took a shot of vodka from the chilled bottle of Grey Goose that seemed to have materialised on the table in front of you as soon as the group walked in. A few of the guys took some pics and videos for their Snapchats and Insta stories that some of the girls with you tried really hard to be included in, while others were basically hiding. This was weird, but it was none of your business. A few minutes passed, and you were happily singing along to the songs the DJ was playing, dancing around a little on the spot. You really just wanted to get out on the dancefloor, so you took Jack’s hand and pulled him with you as the tunes of the new Jason Derulo song started blasting from the speakers. You were a decent dancer – definitely not able to come up with imaginative freestyle choreographies on the spot, and you were never quite sure what to do with your hands; but you were pretty good at copying other people’s moves and really good at twerking. What surprised you more was that while most boys tended to just hop from one leg to the other and stay in the background, Jack could actually keep up with you, pulling you closer and giving you space at the right moments while also showing off his moves.
“That was hot”, you exclaimed as the song ended. In return, Jack pulled you in close, grabbed your butt and kissed you hard on the mouth. It was a nice kiss, more lips than tongue, soft and wet and warm, inviting and exploring rather than aggressive and pushy. You had one hand on the small of his back, just above the waistband of his jeans, the other around his neck. You flexed your fingers and scraped your nails slightly against the back of his head, which he seemed to like, as he responded by squeezing you even closer to him, both of his hands on your backside still. Jack licked along your lips and you opened them slightly. Suddenly, he bit down against your lower lip and you pulled in a sharp breath, digging your nails into his skin. Opening your eyes and taking a step back, you broke the kiss and started dancing again. Turning you around, he drew you close to him again so that your back was against him, kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder softly and started to move against you, following the music.
The two of you spent the next hour or so dancing, grinding and making out on the dancefloor, only heading back to your booth twice for a bit of rest, drinks and a few words of shouted conversation over the music. As the night progressed, more of the buttons on Jack’s shirt became undone and you could now see quite a bit of his tanned chest. You have teased each other so long, both of you were completely turned on. You had butterflies in your tummy, a big smile plastered on your face and a pleasant, tingling sensation all over your body, as if your skin was electrified. You were also quite sure you could feel his hardness pushing against your thigh as you pressed into him while dancing. You lowered one hand and traced the outline of his bulge, palming him through his jeans. So far, you had no complaints.
“You wanna get out of here?” you heard Jack shout.
You nodded. “Back to mine? No flatmates, and it’s close to here. I’ll go to the loo and call an Uber, meet me at the booth in 10?”
When you got back to the VIP section, you found only Caspar and two girls at your table. Nevertheless, you said your goodbyes and made your way to the car already waiting for you outside. Thankfully, your flat was indeed close by and in the sparse night-time traffic it only took you about 10 minutes to get there. Which was for the best, because you two had a really hard time keeping your behaviour in the backseat decent. Your skirt, which normally reached to your knees, was pushed up to mid-thigh level, and Jack was stroking along the inside of your leg. Your hands found their way under his shirt, tracing out the hard edges of his body. You were kissing each other differently now, longer, passionately and with more intent, sucking and biting. By the time the car pulled up in front of your house, you were burning with anticipation. Although you usually didn’t tend to, you tipped the driver and made sure to give him 5 stars, he definitely deserved it.
Once you got up to your flat, you kicked off your heels and motioned to the left.
“Bedroom’s that way, bathroom too. Go on, I’ll be there in a minute. And wash your hands, will ya?”
While Jack took off towards your bedroom, you went to the kitchen, washed your hands and filled up two large glasses with cold water, then you followed him into your bedroom. Jack was lying back against the headboard of your bed, still completely dressed but with his shirt now completely open and hanging off his shoulders. He looked incredible, eyeing you expectantly. You handed him one of the waters and drank most of yours, setting the glass down on your dresser, a safe distance away from the bed. You shortly debated your range of movement, then decided to strip out of your skirt, discarding it on the floor.
“Nice”, Jack said in a low voice, sitting up a little straighter and putting down his glass of water. “Louisa’s been doing a good job”, he added, regaining his composure. You poked your tongue out and wiggled your butt at him, then walked over and straddled him, placing your knees on each side of his hips. Taking his shirt off completely, you finally had access to all of his upper body, something you have been looking forward to all night. You brushed your fingers lightly against his tattoos.
“You like them?” Jack asked you. “Yeah”, you admitted, your voice a little breathy, “They’re really nice.”
You kissed him again, then proceeded to kiss down the line of his neck and all along his shoulder, leaving behind little wet spots. All the while, your hands were roaming his body, grabbing and stroking. You couldn’t get enough of him. Moving downwards, you flicked your tongue experimentally against his right nipple.
“Come here”, Jack said, and you sat up a little. He took off your top and bra and started playing with your boobs, licking and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while teasing the other one with his fingers.
“Mhhhhm”, you moaned, rolling your hips down onto his dick almost involuntarily. Pulling back slightly, you unbuckled his belt and worked his fly open, removing his jeans and underwear in one go. Then you took a few seconds to look at his now exposed penis. As you suspected, he was a decent size, slightly thicker towards the head, pretty straight and uncut. All in all, you were impressed. You took a sip of water, gave him a peck on the lips and leaned back to pull your hair up into a ponytail. You could see him perk up, after all, this was basically the universally accepted sign of ‘she’s gonna go down on you’.
Taking him in your hand, you swirled your tongue around the head, getting it nice and wet before taking it into your mouth fully. Keeping him steady with your hand, you bobbed your head up and down a few times, sucking slightly more as you were coming up, but not taking his whole length in fully yet.
“Talk to me, Jack”, you said, pulling off. “Tell me what you want.”
You were not averse to some dirty talk in the first place. Plus you pegged Jack for a talker, which hopefully meant he would be into this too. But most importantly, you had literally known him less than 12 hours, and you didn’t have any time to experiment. If you were both going to get what you wanted from this, you needed to ensure good communication.
Putting his dick back in your mouth, you started moving again, joining your mouth’s movement with your hand too, really getting into it. With each downward stroke you took him in deeper, until you managed to get all of him in. His right hand flew to the back of your head to keep you in place as you were moving just the tiniest bit, without really pulling back at all.
“Fuck, you’re good at this”, Jack proclaimed, and you would’ve chuckled at the compliment, except you didn’t want to choke nor gag. Pulling back, you started moving again, quicker this time, licking against the vein on the underside of his penis and swirling your tongue around the head at every move.
“Fuck. Okay, baby, keep doing that, but with a hint of teeth. Just like that, yeah. And play with my balls”, Jack was finally finding his words and you were on fire. You gave better head turned on, and giving it turned you on even more, so this was a win-win situation. Jack’s words went straight to your core and you could feel yourself getting wetter. You could also taste Jack’s pre-come in your mouth and felt his balls tighten as you were juggling them between your fingers, so by all means, this was working for both of you. With one last satisfied pop, you pulled your mouth off his Jack’s dick. Standing up, you took off your panties and opened the first drawer of your bedside table, taking out a condom and throwing it in Jack’s general direction on the bed. It was time to get things moving along.
“Do we have to?” he asked, with a slightly whiney but mostly just curious tone.
“Yes”, you cut the discussion short. Although you were on hormonal birth control too, so it wouldn’t have been necessary, you were sleeping with several people and you assumed Jack was as well, and STIs were really not fun.
Hopping back on the bed, you lied down next to Jack. Once he was done adjusting the condom, he lied back as well, turning on his side to face you. Cradling the side of your cheek with his left hand, he kissed you, reaching down with his right and swiping a finger along your pussy tentatively. You adjusted your position, opening up your legs to give him better access.
“You’re already so wet for me, babe”, he hummed appreciatively, “I wanna see how fast I can make you come.”
Pushing a finger into you, he pumped in and out a few times before adding a second one. Moving more in an up and down manner rather than in and out, he was brushing against your G-spot and you moaned out. Seemingly on their own accord, your hips moved against his fingers, meeting his strokes.
“Yeah… more… like that”, you brought out.
His left hand had never left the side of your face, now he swiped his thumb against your lips and you sucked his finger into your mouth readily. He continued stroking against you and you could feel yourself getting closer, your hips flailing aimlessly, desperately trying to find some more friction. Jack’s right thumb came up to circle your clit in time with his brushes against your insides, and in a few minutes you were coming, crying out and biting down on his finger in your mouth as your whole body flexed.
“Please, in me, now!” you exhaled desperately, grabbing the base of his cock and lining him up. He slid into you easily, pushing in completely and starting up a steady rhythm. You took a second to appreciate Jack’s figure above you. His carefully styled hair was more dishevelled now, a fine line of sweat forming at his temples along his hairline. You remembered your urge from earlier in the night to run your fingers through his hair. Curving your fingers around the back of his head, you pulled his face down to yours and kissed him. You were beyond words now, the only sounds escaping you being sighs and moans. With both of your hands around his neck, you held on tightly as he pumped into you, meeting his thrusts halfway. Slowly, you started to regain your composure. You could tell Jack was getting more tired, his rhythm growing increasingly erratic and irregular.
“Let me get on top”, you suggested.
Jack lied back gladly, helping you carefully readjust your position and sliding back into you. After a few slow and deep movements, you kept him buried deep in you, rocking your hips back and forth. You leaned back slightly, finding the perfect angle. Moving forwards and up, Jack was hitting your G-spot with every thrust, rubbing against the sensitive area all the way. Cradling your own breast, you started caressing your nipples, getting lost in pleasure. You locked eyes with Jack, who was watching you with pupils blown wide, his mouth slightly open.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Y/N”, he sighed in an exasperated voice.
“Touch me”, you replied and Jack obliged, one hand coming up to your waist as the other touched your butt, grabbing and massaging slightly.
Speeding up your movements, you could feel yourself getting close again, but you were also becoming impatient. You began stroking your clit with one hand, the combination of stimuli soon pushing you over the edge of your second orgasm. The pleasure rocked through your body, your eyes squeezing shut and your head falling back in ecstasy. As soon as you were able to catch your breath a little bit, you leaned forward again, supporting yourself on your elbows on either side of Jack’s body. He thrusted into you deeply a few more times before he came with a choked moan.
You waited a few seconds for both of your breathing to return to normal, then got off him carefully, sitting down at the edge of the bed and drinking a few sips of water. Jack got rid of the condom, then lied down, kissing you sweetly and pulling you down with him.
“That was fun”, he said, smiling at you.
“Yeah”, you agreed, wiggling down lower and pulling up the duvet to cover you; smiling back at him happily, “it really was.”
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Jealous - Caleb Rivers Imagine
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Fandom: Pretty Little Liars
Pairing: Caleb x Reader
~(Y/N)’s pov~
I hear a knock on my door and I get up from the counter in the kitchen to see who it is. I open the door and see my boyfriend standing there with a bag on his back.
“Caleb what are you doing here, it’s late.” I say but he comes in like he didn’t heard me.
“I know but I didn’t know where else to go.” He says looking down and I soften immediately. I close the door and turn around to look at him.
“What happened?” I ask knowing about his situation at home. Before Caleb and I got together we were friends so we knew each other. We told each other almost everything and then he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes, waiting for that moment for quiet some time. 
“Y/N, who is it?” My mom yells from upstairs.
“Just Caleb, we’ll be in the living room.” I shout back and take Caleb’s hand, leading him into the living room. He takes his bag off and sit on the couch, “What happened?”
“I left. I couldn’t stand being in that house for another minute. I’m sorry if I disturbed you but I didn’t know where else to go.” He says and I look into his eyes, seeing sadness.
“I’m glad you came here. You can stay here, I’m just gonna talk to my mom.” I get up but Caleb stops me.
“You don’t have to, I’ll find something else.” He fakes his smile and I kiss him on the lips gently.
“Do you really think that I’m going to let you get out of here?” I ask smiling and he shakes his head copying my smile and I kiss him on the cheek one more time before I leave to talk to my mom. I climb the stairs and enter my mom’s work room. 
“Mom, can Caleb please stay at our place, he has nowhere else to go.” I ask, making sure to show my puppy dog look. She looks at me, being silent for a few moments, probably thinking, “Please mom, he really has nowhere else to be and I’m not going to let him to sleep on the street on a bench.”
“Alright. He can stay in the guest room, as long it takes. But no sleeping in each other’s rooms.” She says and I hug her tightly.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I grin happily and she chuckles. 
“No problem. The house is big enough.” 
“Caleb, come over here!” I shout so he can hear me downstairs. I hear the footsteps and seconds later he is standing in front of the doors.
“Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Caleb says politely and my mom smiles.
“Hello Caleb. I talked to Y/N and you can stay here, it doesn’t matter how long, you are welcomed for a long time.” Mom says and Caleb smiles.
“Thank you, it really means a lot.” He says to us and I smile back.
“Don’t mention it.” She waves her hand and I grab Caleb’s hand.
“Come on, you’ll be staying in the guest room.” I hop happily and he laughs. 
“You are the best, you know that? I love you so much.” He kisses me as we sat on, now his, bed.
“I love you too.” I say and kiss him back.
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“Good morning beautiful.” Caleb greets me on his first morning at my house. He pecks my lips and I smile.
“Good morning handsome. How did you sleep?” I ask him turning back around so I can finish the pancakes I was making before he got up.
“Great, just one thing was missing.” He whispers in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
“What?” I smile and he kisses my cheek.
“You next to me.” He says and I turn around in his arms. 
“Well…” I start saying but my phone rings cutting me off, “Oh wait, it’s Jason, can you please finish these pancakes? Thanks.” I peck his lips quickly before I take my phone and take the call.
“Hey Jason.” I answer the phone happy to talk to my best friend.
~Caleb’s pov~
I look at Y/N talking on the phone and laughing and I feel something in my stomach, something that I don’t like. I finish the pancakes and put them on the table.
“I’m gonna go take a shower.” I say to Y/N and she nods continuing to talk with Jason. I huff and leave upstairs to take a shower.
After some time in the shower I hear a knock on the door.
“Hey Caleb, can I come in to see if my brush is there?” My girlfriend asks.
“Yeah, I’m in the shower.” I answer and she comes in. I hear that she is moving some stuff and then suddenly there’s another knock on the door and Y/N is talking with her mom. Her mom isn’t supposed to be here, she must have came back because she forgot something for work. Y/N talks to her but I don’t actually listen and the next thing I know is that Y/N is jumping into the bathtub behind me. I turn around wanting to ask her what is she doing but she puts her hand on my mouth and gives me a sign to be quiet. Then I hear Mrs. Y/L/N coming in.
“Where’s Caleb Y/N?” Y/N’s mom asks her.
“He went to the store to buy a juice.” Y/N answers and I raise my eyebrows.
“Oh okay. I’m out then, good luck at school.” Her mom says and leaves the bathroom. Y/N removes her hand from my mouth and I smirk.
“Want to share a towel too?” I bite my lip and she rolls her eyes smiling.
“Shut up. I didn’t have a choice, if she saw me in the bathroom with you she would kick you out.” She says trying not to look down and I smirk again.
“Oh so you did it for me?” I ask and she slaps me on the arm as I start to laugh.
“Yes.” She says and gets out, “Finish it and come downstairs for breakfast, I’m waiting for you.” I shake my head smiling, I love that girl.
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“So do you have any plans today?” Y/N asks me.
“Yes. I have a plan to spend the whole day with my girlfriend.” I say leaning on a table to peck her lips.
“Later I’m meeting with Jason but before and after we can hang out.” She smiles but I pull away. I stand up and pick up my bag throwing it on shoulder, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just have to go to school.” I reply.
“Oh okay, let me get my bag then, I’ll go with you.” She runs upstairs for her bag as I wait for her. I don’t know what’s going on with me but whenever she mentions Jason I feel strange, like I don’t like her being with him and spending so much time with him..
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After school I search for Y/N outside and then I spot her with Jason. I finally realize that I am jealous, it’s not like I don’t trust Y/N, I do, I just don’t trust other guys. And Y/N and Jason seem like they are getting closer and closer, and honestly I don’t like it. 
Y/N looks around and catches my eye, I quickly turn around and head home.
“Caleb! Caleb wait!” I hear her yelling but I don’t stop. She catches up with me and grabs my arm, “Wait, what’s wrong?” She asks me and I can her concern in her voice.
“Nothing’s wrong, why don’t you just go to Jason?!” I turn around and start walking again.
“Woah woah wait! There’s no reason for you to be jealous, Jason and I are just friends. Believe me there’s nothing between us, I have eyes only for you silly. I love you and only you.” She puts her hand on my cheek and I relax.
“I know, and I’m sorry for snapping, it’s just that I’m afraid that you’ll leave me for someone else, someone better. I never had anyone in my life, and you are the firs person I truly care about and love. I don’t wanna lose you Y/N.” Everything I said was true, I was just afraid to admit it to myself. 
“You won’t lose me, trust me. There’s no better guy than you, you are all I ever wanted. If anything, I should be afraid that you’ll find someone better.” She says and I kiss her on the lips, puring all the love I have for her in the kiss. 
“I love you so much. You’re the only girl for me in the entire world.” I murmur against her lips and she smiles.
“I love you to Caleb, so much.” She says and kisses me again. Then out of nowhere her stomach growls and we pull away, still looking at each other. We start to laugh at the same time and I take her hand.
“Come on, let’s go home and eat.” I say and she nods with a beautiful smile on her face. Together we make our way to the home, hand in hand.
~Alex
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Souvenirs
Requested by; SisiLovesU Prompt; Batmom beats up a villain on her own because the villain hurt the batfam.
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"No, Mrs. Wayne!" Alfred shook his head, blocking your way by expanding his arms and copying your every move. You growled face held a pure rage.
You just got home from a charity event, replacing Bruce because he got a job to do, as soon as you got home. Instead of being greeted by a group hug Dick always does, by dragging the others and force them to hug each other, you were greeted by them sprawling on the couch. All bandaged up.
Even Alfred got hurt! He was in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes until some looneys went inside to the manor, breaking all the stuff and attacked Alfred. Making it looked like freaking shipwreck and Alfred got some injuries, but he took care of them right as soon as you got home.
You were all geared up, ready to beat the crap out of whoever did this to your family. Nobody, nobody could lay their dirty hands on them.
"Alfred, let. Me. Go." You demanded through gritted teeth, a hand gripping Jason's gun as the other clenched into a fist. As if they went into different ways, lethal and non-lethal.
You were good either way, you just wanted them to suffer. Dying.
You stepped to the left slightly, Alfred following, you quickly took a large step to the right, successfully getting around him without having to argue any further.
You jumped onto your husband's bike, revving the engine. Not even bothering to put on the helmet.
"Mrs. Wayne! Sto--" Alfred's voice drowned out, you ignored him. You felt bad but just for tonight, tonight.
You'll make them pay.
Your eyes under the lenses scanning the empty street of Gotham, you had received some information from Jim Gordon about who your husband and the kids had fought earlier.
Now you were about to pay Killer Croc a visit, Jim told you he was seen in a bank and is still there. Tim was found unconscious on the security table, he got a broken arm.
The thought made your blood boil more, stopping your bike, you parked it in an alley out of anyone's sight.
As you walked inside casually, you heard a faint cackle.
"Tonight is going to be fun." You muttered with a wide smirk.
Walking further into the bank, your eyes were greeted by the crazy clown a.k.a The Joker and his goons, the big green reptile stood beside him along with Harley on the other.
"Heya! Seems like someone's decided to join our party!" The familiar high-pitched voice chirped, swinging her huge hammer side to side happily.
"Hope I'm not late." Your robotic voice replied.
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"Alfred? Where's (Y/N)?" Bruce asked from up the stairs, searching for you.
He walked down, blue eyes scanning all over the manor, his injuries were not that bad, it was already late you usually were there, snuggling with him but you were nowhere to be found. Alfred showed up from Bruce's study, with you following behind. Hands full of stuff, souvenirs as you loved to said it.
"Hello, darling." You waved to your husband after putting down the hammer you just got, he looked at you with an eyebrow raised. You chuckled when you saw his cute confused expression, "I'll explain later."
All of a sudden the boys came down from their bedrooms as if they were having a nightmare, looking at them curiously you cleared your throat to gain their attention.
They looked at you wide-eyed, gasping when they saw your souvenirs.
"I just read the news," Dick started, "the looneys we fought earlier were in Asylum now."
"I read that too, they were... In a very very bad shape." Tim continued for Dick as the other nodded, confirming that they knew about it too.
"That human reptile lost the skin on his leg," Damian told them, scrolling through his phone before putting it in his pocket.
Bruce looked at you then Alfred who was nodding, then back at you. You just gave him a little innocent smile that always sent a shiver down his spine. But this time it was a different case, he got chills all over his body and decided not to push the topic any further.
"So.." You grinned, pulling out a reptile skin from your bag along with a purple cloth, letting them fall down onto the floor before you swung your new hammer.
"Do someone willing to help me decor my new hammer?"
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parkjiminie-95-blog · 7 years
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I'm Back [Jimin Imagine]
Title; I’m Back Genre; Fluffy, Angst Pairing; Jimin x Reader
- honestly there wasnt any real plot i was just bored and wrote this - You were out playing on the playground with all the other kids, You ran around attempting to tag another kid while laughing, a smile on your face that never seemed to disappear…you had lots of friends and for that little Jimin envyed you, but at the same time he kinda liked you, you were so nice and cool, the most popular-est girl in first grade!!
While him….Jimin was a loser…he was a transfer from korea so kids made fun of his accent the only person who ever hung out with him was this kid in preschool named jungkook….but he wasnt here today…. He sighed as he watched you run after some guy named Jason, He huffed wishing you would chase after him instead……he sighed and continued to watch you boredly…
You chased after Jason, Jack, Trevor, and Travis. Giggling and laughing, it was all fun and games til Travis got hurt and a yard duty took him to the office and made you guys stop running….you pat Jack’s back as he cried because they couldn’t play anymore……after that you guys just played hide n seek every recess And of course Jimin stayed on the bench and watched you with his preschool friend Jungkook..
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Middle school was tough, you had 6 classes and no recess like you did in elementary, it was tough on you but you tried your hardest…
Jason walked over and tripped you purposely with a smirk on his face as he just kept walking, you squeaked and wincedcas a heavy textbook you were carrying landed on your stomach..
Jimin saw this and rushed over “H-Gey are you okay!” He said quickly, you werent close with jimin you guys just talked every so often….
“Y-Yeah..” You muttered as he helped you up and picked up all your stuff “um…here” he said awkwardly handing you your books and stuff, you nodded
“Thanks, See you 4th period Jimin!” You smiled and scurried off, Jimin sighed gently and smiled, feeling giddy inside….his crush just spoke to him!! And he touched her hand!!! He chuckled as he went to his own class, ‘i should try and talk to her more….’ He thought excitedly
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After you finished your awkward preteen stage in middle school, highschool came and everything just seemed to get harder and more drama…
Jimin grinned, as you walked next to him humming gently
“What sing are you humming?” He asked, you giggled “It’s a song by this new kpop group called bigbang! They are totally cool!!” She said happily
Jimin raised an eyebrow “You know korean…?”
You shook your head “no but the songs are cool and their voices are so ugh yes please take me to heaven g-dragon!”
He blinked…so you liked kpop huh……..he’d have to look this group up later, he chuckled “you know i speak korean…”
You giggled “That’s cool i always wanted to learn a different language maybe i’ll learn korean..” You said humming lightly again and he smiled “Yeah…that’d be cool….”
And just like that highschool ended and you and jimin were college kids
You squealed “LOOK JIMIN! LOOK! G-DRAGON IS SO AWESOME!!”
Jimin grinned excitedly “I know right! Hey you never know maybe i’ll become a kpop star!”
You rolled your eyes “mhm sure”
Jimin pouted “What you think i cant?” He said a bit hurt, you shook your head
“I mean i doubt it whats the chances of my best friend being a kpop star?”
Jimin pouted more but then his face lit up “Hey if i do become a kpop star you gotta be my girlfriend!!”
You choked on your own spit and blushed “WHAT! Well thats never gonna happen if you betcon that! How about if you clap twice ill be your girlfriend!” You laughed and blushed
He happily clapped twice but shook his head “Nope to easy, i want it to be a challenge so you know ill do anything for you….”
You smiled and nodded “if you say so…..”
Jimin soon became a trainee, and after that a kpop star, he was surprised to see Jungkook be in the same band as him, he was really happy…
And you watched him from afar with acgrin, you went to any of the concerts if they were in america but you couldnt go to all of them across the world….you sighed and smiled a bit as you watched a bangtan bomb, you hadnt forgotten of the promise he made but you bet he did, he had way morecpretty girls in korea now who would do anything to be with him.
Though jimin hadnt forgotten about the promise but sadly bighit had them on a two year dating ban so he couldnt say anything yet…. 'Wait for me Y/n’ he thought desperately wishing you heard but he knew you could not read thoughts ecspecially all the way from korea…
A few years later rumors started going around that he hated international fans and he started getting death threats, a concert in anaheim, california was canceled because of it and he left bangtan, he felt insecure, depressed, broken…..he was scared you didnt like him anymore and that you believed the rumors…he was scared you forgot about him……he was scared that maybe he was going to die maybe that person was going to shoot him….
The only thing he could do was look for you hoping that you didnt forget
A few days later you opened your door to find a man sleeping on your porch…not just any man but Park Jimin. You panicked, you had heard about how he left and then the entire group disbanded, Min Yoongi became a soloist, as did Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok, Kim Seokjin started a cooking show, Jeon Jungkook partnered up with Kim Taehyung and they joinedca different company…
You dragged Jimin into your house and shut the door,shaking.him awake “Jimin..Jimin…..” You had tears in you eyes when he didnt respond…..you put your mouth onto his, closing your eyes gently, but they snapped open when his lips pressed against yours gently and he pulled you onto him, you pulled away “Jimin! Your alive!!! Omg!” You hugged him tightly and he smiled gently
“I’m back…” He whispered and kissed you again
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jvngkoochim · 7 years
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Cause I'm Yours - Jimin Scenario
First of all: scenario requested by anon based on the song “Secret Love Song” by Little Mix and Jason Derulo. I really enjoyed writing this, so I really hope you like it and, also thank you for letting me know the song, it’s really amazing!💕 Oh yes, I was forgetting, you find the sentences related to the song’s lyrics like this Genre: Angst, Fluff Pairing: Jimin x Reader Summary: You thought your relationship with your best friend was perfect and you knew you were in love with him. He knew he was in love with you too, but that changed when he met a new girl. You and Jimin had always been best friends. Since you could remember, in fact, he was there with you, supporting and caring for you when you needed that. Being the both of you quite shy, neither of you had never had a proper girlfriend or boyfriend. For you it was fine like this, as you were aware about your feelings for Jimin. Little you knew that Jimin liked you back, you could see it by the way he smiled at you, hugged you, spoke to you and by how he cared for you, like he was a real boyfriend. You always had known that maybe, but maybe, you should have spoken about the topic but, the two of you were so comfortable around each other that you hadn’t bothered making the first move. And you weren’t surely expecting him to find someone else beside you, in his life. “Where are you going?” You asked softly, watching him grabbing his coat and his scarf, forcing yourself to get up from the couch. “I’m sorry Y/N, I forgot to tell you about an important meeting I had… I’ll call you” he murmured the last part, visibly guilty, opening the door frame only to disappear behind it one mear second later. You sighed, a bit disappointed. Ah, if only that had been the only time he did it. The second time he said he couldn’t see you due to a football match he wanted to watch with his male best friend, so you didn’t complain. The third time, he had to help his mother doing the cleaning, and little did you know he was lying, because you knew well that his mother had always preferred no to involve Jimin in that kind of stuff, thinking he would have messed up more than it already was. So, even if you were hurt that he didn’t trust you enough to tell you the truth, you let that slide away, thinking that maybe he would have told you after, when he would think it was the right time. The times after, to say you were upset was an understatement. You didn’t demand to him to tell you everything, but you wanted him to be at least sincere. So you decided to write him a message. “Can we meet up? It’s important” “Sure, at your place?” “Yeah” “So Y/N, why did you want to meet up?” He asked, entering and closing the door. He looked pretty calm to be a person who had basically forgot his best friend. Oh well, maybe he doesn’t even care about me anymore you thought, scoffing inside. “How are you doing?” You asked, since it was since two months trough the ones you had barely talked to him. “We- well, umh… you?” He asked back, unsure of himself. “Fine. If we don’t consider my best friend continuously lying to me, forgetting about me and all.” You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to answer. As you finished speaking, you couldn’t exactly tell if he was more guilty or sad. But you had waited two months. You couldn’t wait any longer. “So?” You said, your voice showing impatience, making Jimin flinch a bit. “I… I’m sorry… I’m-” “What? Tell me! Tell me what is that important to make you be such an asshole to me!” You shouted, tears at your eyes, all the pain bursting out. “I’m… seeing someone, Y/N. I know I shouldn’t have ignored you and put you apart, but, I-” Internally, your heart cracked, you felt the tears roll down your cheeks faster. “I knew it would have finished like this. That’s why I didn’t tell you.” He said, the sorrow disappeared from his voice. “How dare you-” you were about to say, but he stopped you. “I knew you would have felt jealous, you’re just a kid.” As he said that, and saw your orbs popping out, he regretted right away his words, while you were now desperately crying. “Look- Y/N, I didn’t mean it in that way- you know I-” “Get out” you said, lowing your head in embarrassment. You didn’t want him to see you cry for him. “Y/N- please- no, I can explain, wait-” “I said get out Jimin. I don’t want to see you anymore. Be happy with your girlfriend.” “See?! You’re being jealous right now!” He shouted at you, you scoffing in response. “You’re unbelievable! How dare you say that to me ?? I’m not being jealous! I’m angry at you because you didn’t trust me and you hid this fact from me, your best friend! You lied to me, Jimin! I thought you cared about me, I thought you cared about our friendship! You could have told me you didn’t have time for me anymore, it would have been enough to shout you out of my life without suffering like a pathetic high school girl with her crush!” At this point, you were crying like a desperate, sobbing hardly, your lungs needed air but, you knew that with him near you, they wouldn’t have recovered. Jimin looked shocked, there, in the door frame, with his mouth open in disbelief and his glassy eyes that showed pain and guilt. “Wh- what? Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?!” He said, nor really having caught your words. “Get out of my house Jimin. Or I’m calling the police.” You said, trying to sound secure and firm, but your voice betrayed you and cracked, a little sob escaping your lips. “Y/N, please” Jimin extended a hand to wipe away your tears and caress your cheek, but you roughly shoved it away. “Don’t.” You said. He finally took that as a sign to leave, but his heart was suffering like yours, full of guilt and sadness. ~ The days after you continued to receive texts from Jimin, all asking for forgiveness; he asked you to talk the topic out, he didn’t wanted to ruin like that your friendship. But even if you really wanted to reply back and tell him that you didn’t want to lose him either, you were stubborn. You weren’t going to give up like this. You had practically made a fool of yourself, confessing to him your crush for him, while he had a girlfriend. And you couldn’t forget the hateful words he said to you like you were nothing. They really hurt you. So you couldn’t let him in your life again, risking to suffer more. Because, even If you really wanted to have him near you again, you knew you wouldn’t have beared seeing him with his girlfriend all days, kissing and cuddling, when all you would have probably wanted to do would have been be the girl. You couldn’t torture yourself like that, you had to move on. 3 Months Later You were not over him. Don’t even try to think you had now a boyfriend who cared about you ecc.ecc- unfortunately no. You still loved him, but thanks to one new friend you had made, you were happier lately. Thanks to no other than Jimin ’s bestfriend, Jeon Jungkook. You spent a lot of time with him. He was fun to be with, thanks to him you could forget about Jimin for a few hours. Obviously, that only when he didn’t come with his girlfriend to Jungkook’s place. Everytime, you saw them cuddling, kissing and being all lovey dovey, and that made you sick from the deeps of your stomach. Jungkook was sure a good friend, making you laugh and have fun but, he was not Jimin, he didn’t have your heart. It was because of this that every time you saw them doing couple stuff, you hugged Jungkook like there was no tomorrow, like he was all you had to distract yourself from that torture. Yet, Jimin seemed not to notice your pain, and you didn’t exactly know if it was that that angered you or it was the fact that he was supposed to since he had always been your best friend. “Why can’t you hold me in the street, why can’t you kiss me on the dance floor?” It continuously was in your head, every single time it brought tears at your eyes. Thinking about you and Jimin going together to cinema, the perfect feeling of softness coming from is smile, that feeling of safety that only his beautiful eyes and sweet face could give you. Now, she could that all these, and that made you jealous. Too jealous. I wish the we could be like that, why can’t we be like that… You whispered softly, watching a boy and a girl happily kissing and cuddling. You were sat on a bench in the park, your gaze lost in those two guys, inevitable tears on your cheeks as the memories rushed in your mind. “We who?” Asked a voice, making you jump, startled. The boy sat near you, posing his small cute hand on your tight. Oh, if you knew that hand. You lifted your head, surprised to see him. “Jimin, what… what are you doing here?” You asked, frowning. “You didn’t answer me.” “You neither.” You awkwardly chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “Just taking a stroll. Kinda bored. Your turn.” He said, caressing your tight. “Nothing important. Don’t worry.” “How can you tell me not to worry for my best friend?” He said, concerned. “Funny to hear that after you completely forgot I existed.” “I know. I’m sorry. But it’s not all my fault, I tried to reach out to you but you ignored me!” “Fine. I was wrong, too. How’s your girlfriend?” You asked, a bit reluctant. “We broke up. Don’t really know.” He sighed, watching you and smiling lightly. “What?” He nodded “I have to ask you one thing. When you’re with him, do you call his name like you when you’re with me? Does it fell that same?” “Wait, who? Who are you talking about Jimin? This is so strange” you raised an eyebrow, confused. . “God, I’m so pathetic. I’m talking about Jungkook. You know, I’ve saw you two. Just wondering if he’s treating you well…” he lowered is head “Why can’t I sat that I’m in love…” “Are you stupid? I’m not with Jungkook!!” You playfully hit him, chuckling. “It’s obvious you’re meant for me, every piece of you it just fits perfectly;every second, every thought, I’m in so deep… ” You sighed, tears in your eyes “…Cause I’m yours” His eyes shot open, and then he leaned in, kissing you. Passionately, lovingly, like you always imagined and even better. “I love you so much, Y/N” I’m so sorry it took so long anon, I hope you like it!
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