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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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If We Were Fast Enough

Flash!Reader x Flashfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 5.3K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: I had this idea after watching a few clips of Flashpoint Paradox! Enjoy! -Thorne

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Her hand was tightly clasped in his, eyes narrowed in sadness, but there was a pride in them; she felt the speed transfer between them, flowing through her veins and he said, “You’ve got my speed, honey. It’s up to you now.”

The tears that had welled in her vision tipped over and she whispered, “I can’t leave you here, dad. I—I can’t just run away.”

He shook his head. “You’re not running away. You’re surviving.” A groan escaped him, and the pool of blood seemed to double in size. “We’re running out of time. You’ve gotta go before the timeline collapses.”

“Where do I go?” she asked, wiping her eyes. “This universe is home.”

“Honey, Speedsters are Speedsters whichever universe we’re in.” he smiled weakly at her. “You’ll have a family wherever you end up.”

She gazed at him, breathing deeply as fresh tears grew in her gaze. “I’m scared.”

“I know. But you can do this.” he replied, pausing to look her over. “You look just like your mother, honey.” He smiled tearfully. “She’d be so proud of you if she were here now.”

Pulling the cowl over her head, she gave a watery laugh. “Mom always said I looked like you.”

“Nah. You take your speed and nature after me, but you are a spitting image of your mother.” A blast sounded in the distance and they both looked over, eyes widening as the white flash of light grew larger and larger. “You have to go. Now.”

Swallowing thickly, she leaned down and hugged him around his neck as tight as she could, inhaling the scent of ozone and spearmint for the last time. “I love you, dad. I love you so much.” Her fingers dug into his ruined suit as she cried. “I love you.”

He caressed the back of her cowled head. “I love you more, honey.” Pulling away, he leveled her with a firm look. “Now run, Lightning Flash. Run.”

The bluish-white lightning flowed across her body, and she turned, letting her feet carry her across the war-torn field, escaping the atomic blast. The world melted around her, a blur of memories surrounding her: her birthdays, her parents’ faces, her first stroke as a Flash, the start of the war, the deaths of her friends and family, everything up until now.

She was helpless to stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks, the feeling of her heart pounding in her chest, and the booming in her ears as she ripped through the waves of time and the boundaries of space.

A shriek sounded behind her, and she turned her head, eyes widening. “Ah shit!”

The time wraith screamed at her again, reaching out to grab her and she just barely dodged it, turning back to face the flowing warp. She was close. All she had to do was get to the next time boundary and she could lose the wraith.

“Almost there!” she told herself as another bellowed sounded in her ears again, and with one final leap, she burst through the barrier, the waves collapsing around her. The shock of the blast sent her skidding along the ground, and she cried out as she rolled.

Shouts sounded in her ears, humans, but she was more concerned about the screaming time wraith. “I just lost everything! Can’t you just leave me the hell alone!” It shrieked at her again, advancing and anger welled through her as she pushed herself to her feet and she growled, “You wanna dance, you sonovabitch? Then let’s dance.”

Her eyes lit up in a white force and she darted past the wraith, hitting a point above it, then she darted past again, and again and again in a star formation, over and over until all that could be seen was a blur of blue and white. The clouds rumbled above, swirling faster and faster and she hit the top of the star, coming down at the wraith. A burst of lightning cracked from the sky, striking the time being just as she collided with it, and in a hail of blue and white strikes, the wraith exploded into smoking fragments.

As the smoke cleared, the human voices grew louder, but she was sprawled out on the ground, breathing heavily, her body crying under the strain. Someone placed their hand on her shoulder, worrying, “Are you alright?”

She nodded weakly. “Yeah…just gimme a minute. The five-star lightning strike always takes a lot outta me.” Shutting her eyes, she focused on breathing deeply.

“I’ve never seen anyone destroy a time wraith before.”

“It takes practice.” Craning her neck, she opened her eyes, and bit back a sob as the man’s face cleared before hers. “You’re this world’s Flash, aren’t you?” she whispered, “Barry Allen.” His blue eyes widened, and he nodded mutely. “I figured.”

“Who are you?” he asked. “What world did you come from?”

She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. It’s gone now.” Meeting his gaze once more, she added, “But you can call me the Lightning Flash.”

“What’s your real name?” Barry quizzed.

(Y/N) Allen. And I’d tell you that but all it’d do is bring hurt to both of us.

“(Y/N) Sloan.” She laid her head down, closing her eyes. “I’m gonna take a nap for a while…I’m really…tired…”

His voice called out to her, but all she heard was a warbling noise as she drifted into darkness.

***

When she came to, her head felt like someone had thrown an overripe melon off a balcony ledge and watched it splatter across the ground. She groaned and forced her eyes to open, pushing herself up on her palms.

“Woah, woah, woah!” someone worried. “Take it easy there, Flashy.”

(Y/N) looked over, seeing a familiar green symbol, and an ever more familiar unmasked face. “I’m fine, Hal.”

He blinked. “You know who I am?”

“Please, I’d know that big head of yours from a mile away.” Smirking, she added, “I know everyone in the Justice League.” She grunted, pulling her left arm over her chest, feeling the taut muscles in her back ripple as she stretched them out. “Where am I?”

“The Watchtower.” Hal gazed at her curiously. “Man, when Barry said you knew who he was, I didn’t think he meant you knew all of us.”

“You sound upset that you didn’t get to introduce yourself,” she shot back with a pained grin, stretching her other arm. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll forget I know you, and you can reintroduce yourself.”

He chuckled and pressed a button on the side of the med bay bed. “Nah, no point now.” He looked down at the small light flashing. “Hey, she’s awake.”

In an instant, a sharp wind blew across the room and there stood the scarlet speedster without his cowl; moments later, the doors opened and in walked the top League members, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman.

(Y/N) threw her legs over the side of the bed as they walked over, waving off Barry and Hal who both reached for her, and stood on shaky legs. “Shit, I feel like a newly born giraffe.”

“You shouldn’t be up.” Barry frowned. “You practically tore yourself apart at the molecular level.”

“It was that or be taken by a time wraith,” she shot back, cracking her neck. “How long have I been out?”

“Eighty-six hours,” Batman said, taking her chin in his hand, tipping her head side to side as he shown a light in her eyes. “Your body’s been recovering slower than it should for a Flash.”

(Y/N) blinked. “The particular move does like Barry said it did. It tears the body at the molecular level to contain the speed force into one location.”

“It was dangerous,” Barry scowled, and she couldn’t help but laugh at this younger version of her father who was still just as serious.

“Being a Flash is dangerous.” She felt Batman pull away and she flexed her fingers. “I don’t use the move unless it’s a life-or-death situation.” Glancing at Barry, she questioned, “What earth is this?”

Before he could speak, Batman denounced, “You time jumped, and you don’t know what earth you came into?”

“I didn’t exactly have time to think out a plan while a nuclear blast was going off, Bruce,” she growled, glaring at him from behind the neon blue mask. “And to top it off, I had a time wraith coming after me. I wasn’t in a position to choose which earth I wanted.”

He went silent, gazing at her intently. “Whose names do you know of the Justice League here?”

(Y/N) looked around at the superheroes before her. “You’re all the same Justice League as my earth, but in mine, you’re retired, and your children run the show.”

“I’m sorry, children?” Hal interrupted. “We have—we have children?”

“Some,” she laughed. “Conner Kent is our Superman, Donna Troy is our Wonder Woman, Jason Todd is our Batman, Kyle Rayner is our Green Lantern, and Roy Harper is our Green Arrow.”

“And you?” Superman questioned.

“I’m my Justice League’s Flash. The Lightning Flash.” (Y/N) smiled wearily. “The fastest woman alive.” She toyed with the blue and white gauntlet. “At least now I am.”

“You said you were our kids?” Hal said. “Are you Barry’s daughter?”

The two Speedsters looked at each other and she answered calmly, “No. My transformation into the Flash was a freak accident, much like Wally West’s. That being said, I’m not related to the Flashfamily by blood.”

“Hmm.” Batman grunted, then turned, wandering off. “You need to rest up more then we’ll run tests.”

“Only if she consents.” Barry called out.

Bruce stopped, not even bothering to look over his shoulder as he retorted, “She’s a Speedster from another universe. We need more information before we can let her loose in anyone’s city.”

As he wandered off, she placed her hands on her hips and griped, “God, I miss Jason being Batman. He’s less of a jerk-off about new things.”

Superman chuckled, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t take it the wrong way…(Y/N), was it?”

She nodded. “Yeah, (Y/N) Sloan.” Sticking her hand out, she added, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he murmured, shaking her hand strongly, then he pulled away. “He is right though. You should get some more rest before you wander around the Watchtower.”

She waved it off. “I’ll be alright. If you’ve got a treadmill designed for Speedsters though, I’d like to run a bit.”

“I’ll show you where it is,” Barry answered, leading her from the group. As they walked down the hallway, she paused, leaning against the wall as a wave of nausea came over her; he caught it instantly. “Are you okay?” he frowned. “We should go back to the med bay.”

“No.” she grunted. “I’m fine. Just…just gimme a moment.” Shaking it off, she squared her shoulders. “I absorbed speed from the remaining Speedsters on my world before I left. It’s just taking a toll on me.”

“Why absorb their speed?” he asked, and she could tell from his voice that there was a level of suspicion in it.

“Because it was the only way to keep it from being stolen by our enemies as we were being slaughtered.” (Y/N) looked down the hall. “We can go now. It’s passed.” She bypassed him, wandering down the hallway, though she kept a hand on the railing the entire time.

***

It wasn’t a surprise that they sent her back to Central City with Barry after the few tests she’d let them run. Only tests on the outside, no blood or DNA samples for them to investigate. Barry’s apartment was cramped and there wasn’t room for them both to be in the kitchen, but she’d lived there before, so ducking under his arms and turning around him was second nature.

And Barry, bless the kindhearted soul he was, tried at every opportunity to make her comfortable in the home. (Y/N) respected it, knowing that even worlds apart, Barry Allen was still Barry Allen. She watched him sometimes. When he was sitting on the sofa or at the bar, flipping through paperwork or reading a book on physics. He always lost track of time, forgot what was happening around him, but his face showed ease. Peace. Like the world wasn’t on his shoulders.

It made her miss her father. It made her miss her family and friends. Her world. (Y/N) cried at night on the couch, silent tears dripping down her cheeks as she remembered every last moment of her family and friends’ lives. She’d been lucky in the end to come out unscathed. But her father, his friends, her friends, all dead. All killed in a pointless war that ended with the entire world blown to hell—and she was the only one left.

She sat beside the window, gazing down at the quiet street below her; she felt like crying, but by now, she’d cried out every tear, and all that remained was the hole drilled in her chest, empty and aching.

“(Y/N)?” Glancing over, she saw Barry coming out from his bedroom, brows furrowing at her. “Are you okay?”

Shrugging, she looked back out the window. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay again, Barry.” It was hard to not call him ‘dad’ all the time, and weird to call him ‘Barry’.

She felt him sit opposite of her on the little bench. “Can I help you anyway?”

It took a while for her to speak, but when she did, her voice was barely above a whisper. “It’s all gone. My life. All of it. I’m the only one left from my world.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m…alone.” His hand rested on hers and she felt tears well in her gaze. “I miss my family…and I miss my friends.”

She shook her head, looking at him. “Why my world? Why us?” tears slipped down her cheeks. “Everything was fine one moment and the next thing any of us knew, the world was going to war, and we couldn’t stop it.” A loathing laugh escaped her. “We were the Justice League. The proteges of the greatest heroes and yet we couldn’t stop war.”

(Y/N) wiped her tears. “We failed. I failed.”

“What happened wasn’t your fault, (Y/N).” Barry murmured. “You know that.”

“It feels like it.” She countered. “What do I have to show for all my saving? A sole survivor stuck in a world that has no need for her.”

His eyes were narrowed in concern, the way her father’s used to do when she’d tell him of her troubles and doubts. “There’s always a need for us. Everyone one of us.”

“Speedsters?” she asked, and he squeezed her hand.

“If the universe wanted you dead, you’d be dead, (Y/N). But you’re here and you’re alive.” He smiled sadly. “You can’t outrun the past. But you can change the direction you’re running in.”

She gazed at him and for once in the past few weeks she’d been there, she felt her heart lighten. “Thank you, Barry.”

He smiled warmly at her and patted her hand. “Since we’re both awake…wanna go for a run?”

(Y/N) chuckled and nodded her head. “Yeah. It’d certainly help burn off the emotions.” She held out her hand and Barry looked at the ring on her finger.

“Wow, your ring is cool.” He took her hand, gazing intently at it. “I noticed your suit isn’t red like most of us Speedsters are. Yours is mainly blue and white.”

She nodded. “It was too complicated to call myself Flash since there were more than one, so I took the name Lightning Flash and designed my suit the colors associate with lighting.” (Y/N) vibrated and reappeared in her suit. “Blue and white.”

“With silver trimming,” he added, poking the mask she wore, and she batted his hand away.

“Hey, gold’s overrated.”

Barry’s face pinched as he vibrated into his suit. “Is not!”

“Is too! It’s the colors for the Seminoles.”

He placed a hand to his chest. “I can’t believe you just told me my colors were FSU’s colors. I’ve been fatally wounded.”

“You’re a drama queen,” (Y/N) laughed then started towards the door. “Race you to Coast City!”

Barry sped after her. “Why Coast City!”

“Because it’s California, man!” she watched as he matched her speed. “And Hal’s apartment always has Doritos!”

“I think you might have a crush on our resident Green Lantern,” Barry teased and (Y/N) gagged.

“Dude, gross.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you aren’t friends with your Green Lantern!”

“The best, but Kyle and I were only friends! My dalliance fell with another team member!”

“Batman?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Batman.”

“Oh. Lovely.” Barry sighed. “You and Jason Todd seem like a wonderful pair.”

(Y/N) snorted. “Contrary to popular belief, Jason was actually a fantastic Batman. He loved it, oddly enough.”

“That is odd,” the Speedster countered. “Because as far as I know, none of the Batkids want to be Batman.”

She merely laughed in return, passing the Coast City sign.

***

“You know these aren’t…my world folks, right?”

He smiled, watching the group of young adults across the room laugh and joke around. “I know, but the lot of us thought it would be good if you got together with the age group of you own.” Barry looked over. “Besides, I think you’re going to fit right in with this world’s group.”

(Y/N) tipped her head side to side, huffing a laugh as Jason thumped Kyle in the side. “We’ll see.” She let Barry lead her over and the small group perked up at their arrival.

“Hey guys, thanks for coming on such short notice. I know you were busy.”

Jason crossed his arms over his chest. “So, why did the League invite us all?”

Barry gestured to (Y/N). “I’d like everyone to meet (Y/N) Sloan. She’s a Speedster who recently arrived on this earth.”

“Recently?” Roy asked and he nodded.

“There was a…problem on her earth.” He glanced at her and nodded, prompting her to speak.

“My world isn’t in the general stream of timelines anymore.” She smiled awkwardly. “I came here to…survive more or less.” Holding out her hand for one of them to shake, she said, “But it’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

“You know who we are?” Kyle asked as he shook her hand.

“Yeah. This world is surprisingly similar to mine, Kyle.” (Y/N) smiled with a little less awkwardness. “I know all of you.” Her eyes fell on Jason who was watching her closely, teal eyes narrowed in calculation. “Penny for your thoughts?”

He hummed. “Who are we over there?”

At that, all the awkwardness fell away. “You don’t wanna know,” she giggled, and his face dropped.

“No.” she nodded, and he whispered, “Me?”

“You.”

“I’m confused,” Roy interrupted, and Donna snickered.

“I think Jason’s the Batman of (Y/N)’s world.”

“HA!” everyone dissolved into hysterics as Jason proceeded to all but cry.

“I don’t wanna be Batman!” he whined. “Why am I Batman! Why not anyone else!”

(Y/N) laughed. “What are you talking about? You volunteered to be Batman.”

“Jesus, I must’ve lost my mind then,” Jason retorted, then looked at her. “Do I carry guns?”

“Non-lethal rounds.”

“Damnit.” He sulked. “Can’t freakin’ believe I’m the Batman on your world and I willingly put the suit on.”

“You were a good Batman,” she stated. “There wasn’t anyone I trusted more to watch my back on the team.”

He met her gaze, seemingly shocked, though it only lasted a minute as he quizzed, “So if I’m Batman, does that make all of us…?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yep. Wonder Woman, Superman, Green Arrow, and Green Lantern.”

“And you?” Kyle asked.

“Lightning Flash,” she answered coolly. “The fastest woman alive.” Meeting their gazes, she tipped her head down. “I know you’re not them…but I do hope we can be friends.” She smiled. “You can never have too many of those, no matter what world you’re on.”

Kyle looked over at Barry who was almost crying. “We get to keep her, right? Because if we don’t, I’m going to be very upset.”

(Y/N) snorted and wrapped a loose arm around his waist. “Don’t worry, Kyle. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” A growling sounded and her cheeks warmed as she pressed a hand to her stomach. “Sorry about that.”

Jason laughed, getting to his feet. “I guess Speedster stomachs are the same no matter what world you’re on.”

“Isn’t that the truth,” Barry retorted, and the vigilante looked at her.

“Wanna annoy Batman and hang around Gotham City?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Wait for me!” Roy shouted, yanking his legs from the table, and soon the others were following.

Barry watched them as they walked to the Zeta-Tubes, laughing and ribbing one another like they’d been friends since childhood; someone nudged him in the side, murmuring, “She’s gonna be okay.”

He nodded as Hal settled beside him. “Yeah…I know she will.” He smiled as (Y/N) leaned into Jason’s side and brought a hand to her eyes, wiping the tears away. “She’s already fitting in better than I thought.”

“(Y/N)’s a strong woman,” Hal acknowledged. “She acts a lot like you in that aspect.”

“How so?” Barry inquired and the Lantern shrugged.

“Well, you can’t get her to stop attending League meetings no matter what Batman says, and she’s always ready to put herself on the line for us.” Hal huffed a laugh. “And she treats me like I’m an old man. I’m thirty-eight and she acts like I’m fifty-six.” He looked at Barry. “But she flows in the world like you, Barry. Her mannerisms, her styles, her speech, it’s all you.”

The Speedster frowned, quietly stating, “You think she’s my future daughter, don’t you?”

Hal shrugged. “She doesn’t look like you, but she’s comfortable around you. Like she knows she’s safe if you’re there with her.”

“Why lie about it though?” Hal could tell Barry was hurt. “Wouldn’t she want to tell me?”

“If you lost everything and showed up in another world where there was a parent still alive, would you act like nothing changed or would you keep it at arms-length?”

Barry sighed. “You’re…right.” He shook his head. “I didn’t even think of that.” His frown deepened. “She must hate looking at me though. I’m not her dad but I’m another version of him.”

“She doesn’t hate you, Barry.” Hal said, clasping his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “She’s just…trying to keep it all together and not mix this world with hers.”

“I feel connected with her.” He admitted. “The speed force works funny like that. We can feel other speedsters—we know their speeds and auras.” His voice became soft. “Hers feels like…like…”

“Like?” Hal encouraged and Barry sighed.

“Her aura feels like when I went back in time and saved my mom.” He shook his head. “It’s hard to explain but she feels like—”

“Like family.”

Barry gaped at Hal. “Yeah…that’s exactly it.”

Hal nodded. “She’s still your daughter even worlds apart.”

“What do I say to her?”

“Don’t.” he answered. “Let her come to you about it.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Barry agreed.

***

The group had dispersed as quickly as it had come together, not that she was overly upset—she knew they all had prior engagements and teams to be apart of, but she would’ve been lying to say that it hadn’t saddened her a bit. Jason and Kyle, however, seemed to be the only ones that were usually around, Jason more than the latter.

(Y/N) liked being around Jason. He was much more hotheaded than she was used to, but she decided that like the Flashes, Jason Todd was Jason Todd no matter what universe he was in.

He was a little more reckless than she knew, playing fast and loose with the game, but he knew where his feet landed with each jump, and he was there when she needed help, her the same.

It hadn’t taken him long to deduce that the two of them were more than friends in her world, making the joke that she was his Catwoman—she’d cried she’d laughed so hard, but it given them time to talk about everything that had happened to her and her world; most importantly, her father.

She watched as Jason reclined against the cool stone of the ledge, passing one of the wrapped cheeseburgers to her. “Thank you,” she murmured, unwrapping it.

“Mhm,” he hummed, sipping his milkshake, setting his hood beside him; he swallowed and looked over. “What’s on your mind?”

(Y/N) blinked. “What are you talking about?” he merely cocked a brow and she sighed. “I forgot you could read people well.”

“Well maybe if you were a book and not a pamphlet, it’d be harder.”

“Did you just call me simple?”

“Never.” He waved it off. “What are you thinking about?”

She sighed again and set her half-eaten burger aside, pulling her knees to her chest as she whispered, “My mom’s maiden name was Sloan.”

Jason arched a brow. “You go by ‘Sloan’. Was your mom married?”

“My parents were. She died from cancer when I was ten.”

“I’m sorry,” he lamented, and she smiled.

“Thank you.” (Y/N) looked over. “My last name is Allen.”

His eyes widened. “As in Barry Allen, Allen?”

“Yeah…my dad.”

Jason blinked. “Holy shit.”

“Mhm.” She propped her chin on her knees. “The reason I’m just as fast as Wally West in this world is because I absorbed my dad’s speed before I left mine.” (Y/N) gazed at the city. “And then I left him to die in the blast.”

“You know that wasn’t your fault.”

She huffed. “So Barry’s told me.”

Jason stared at her. “Why do you live with him in Central City?”

“Because I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she answered. “And I…I—”

“You miss your dad.” He answered for her, and she nodded, feeling warmth gather in her eyes and she squeezed them shut.

“Yeah…it’s not him but…”

“It’s the only thing you’ve got that’s close enough to him.”

“Yeah.”

Jason nodded. “You’re welcome to come live with me over here.”

(Y/N) looked over at him. “I can’t do that, Jason.”

“Why not?”

She laughed. “We barely know each other.”

He shrugged. “We know each other enough.” Gazing at her, he added, “I’m not your world’s Jason, but we must be similar enough because I’ve seen and felt you fall behind me during fights, being at my six when I didn’t have it covered.” He smiled. “You know me, (Y/N), and I’d like to know you too.”

She merely gaped at him, then huffed a laugh. “I think that’s the most similar thing to my world’s Jason that I’ve heard you say.”

“Oh, come on!” he griped. “He couldn’t be that different from me!”

(Y/N) smiled. “Robins.”

Jason blanched. “I had Robins?”

“You had a son, who was exactly like you right now.”

“I wanna ask about the son, but what do you mean right now?”

“Oh, you know…hotheaded, anti-social, antagonistic.”

“You’re cute,” he scowled, then looked into the distance. “I can’t imagine bringing my kid with me.”

(Y/N) giggled. “Please, it took him like five years of complete begging on his knees before you’d even let him put on the suit, let alone go out with you.” She reached over and pushed hair behind his ear. “You were a good father…a good man.” Her expression turned sad. “I wasn’t fast enough to save either of you.”

Jason leaned into her touch, a frown on his face. “They know you tried, (Y/N).”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “I hope they knew that.” She shook her head as the tears started to spill over. “I lost everyone. You, JJ, my dad and all my friends.” (Y/N) stared at him through the tears. “How do I just start over after all that?”

He pushed the takeout bags out of the way and scooted over, pulling her to his chest; she buried her face in his suit and he propped his chin on the crown of her head. “I wish I had an answer for you.” He rubbed circles in her back. “But I do know that you can either let this keep you down, or you can get back up. Because if you don’t…then every life lost was in vain for you to survive.”

“I take it back,” she blubbered. “Your philosophical bullshit life lessons are the most Jason thing I’ve heard.”

He smiled, squeezing her tight. “That’s what we’re gonna call it now. Philosophical bullshit life lessons.” Jason pressed a kiss to her head. “It’s going to be okay, (Y/N). It’ll get better.”

***

It’d been a full year since she’d come to the new earth. She hadn’t moved in with Jason yet, but the moving boxes on the couch were the start of it—and she hadn’t told Barry she was leaving, or that he was her dad. (Y/N) wasn’t sure how to break that seal just yet.

She wandered around the tiny apartment, smiling at all the memories she’d made in the past year, and into his bedroom, where she paused at his dresser. A gold ring rested on top of it, and she picked it up, flipping it in her hand.

A woosh sounded from the door. “I’m home!” Barry’s voice trailed off in confusion and he called, “(Y/N)?”

“Here.”

He appeared in her peripheral, but she didn’t take her eyes off the ring, still gazing at the center stones. “There are boxes on the couch.”

“I’m moving in with Jason over in Gotham.”

“Oh…” he murmured, then took sight of what she had in her hands. “Is that—”

“Nora’s wedding ring?” she nodded. “Yeah.”

“How’d you know it was my mom’s?” Barry asked, stepping up to her and she finally looked at him, meeting his eyes.

“Because I had the same one in my world.” (Y/N) searched his gaze. “But you don’t seem surprised by that fact.” She sighed. “How long have you known?”

Barry’s face contorted in shame. “A few weeks after you got here.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

He shook his head. “Hal said—” he sighed. “I wanted to wait until you said something to me about it. I was afraid if I did, you’d run.”

(Y/N)’s brows pulled together, lips pulling down sadly. “Barry…”

“I know I’m not your dad,” he whispered. “But I know, (Y/N). I can feel it.”

She felt her lips wobble and before she knew it, she was throwing herself into his arms, wrapping hers around his waist as tight as she could. “Dad.”

Barry’s arms came around her, one holding the back of her head, the other in the middle of her back. “I’m here, (Y/N).”

“I missed you so much,” she cried. “I wasn’t fast enough to save them, and I couldn’t save you either.”

“No,” he said. “You did everything you could. I know you did.”

“But I wasn’t fast enough.” (Y/N) sobbed. “You had to give me your speed so I could run away. Like a coward.”

“Like a survivor,” Barry corrected. “You’ve never run away.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “You’re a survivor, (Y/N). And your dad made sure of that.” He pulled away slightly, tears of his own dripping down his cheeks. “You’re fast enough.” She shut her eyes as more tears rolled down her cheeks and he pressed his lips to her forehead. “And no matter what world you’re on, you’re still my daughter.”

A laugh that sounded much more like a sob escaped her and she hugged him again. “I love you, dad.”

Barry smiled, holding her tight. “I love you more, honey.”

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New Friends In Old Places (GN!Reader x Young Justice)

Word count: 3k-ish (I think)

Summery: As Y/N and the team become more comfortable memories come back and new friends are made in unlikely places. Overall a laid back fun time.

Shadow Of A Bluebird Masterpost

Star City

November 22nd

It took a while but your life returned to normal, Dinah helped you work through the simulation and you enjoyed patrolling with her as well as Ollie and Artemis again. So when Ollie and Dinah got called into the Cave by Batman you were slightly worried. Over the years Ollie and Dinah had become your surrogate parents. Dinah was your legal guardian but she was always close to Ollie and when they started dating he started being around more. It was nice. You never had a proper family and you never thought you’d care. After all you can’t miss what you never had but now that you had it, well you loved it. You spent more time with Artemis outside of patrol and the team as well, it was truly one of the best months you had in a long, long time. One of the only times your life felt normal. You even got Roy to agree to a family photo with Ollie, Dinah him and yourself, all smiling (mostly) and normal looking. But of course that meant something had to go wrong.

Mount Justice

November 22nd

You, Ollie and Dinah zeta’d to the cave at Batman’s request and walked up to him, Martian Manhunter and Red Tornado who were looking at security footage.

“We came as soon as we got your message, what’s the problem?” Ollie and Dinah asked and looked between you and them.

“There’s something you both need to see” He said and even though you read the room and knew you weren’t really wanted you stayed put.

“Just the two of you” Batman clarified and you crossed your arms.

“What? Unless it’s top secret -which I doubt it is- why can’t I stick around?” You asked but Dinah stepped in.

“Y/N, why don’t you go find the others. If this concerns you we’ll let you know” She said and you rolled your eyes but walked away. “Fine” You grumbled and went to find your teammates. You were in civvies, with a pair of shades covering your eyes. Those came in handy for avoiding respect lectures since no one saw your many eye rolls.

After a bit of snooping you found Robin and Wally also in civvies in the common area.

“What are you guys doing?” You asked and they shrugged.

“Chillin, what’re you doing?” Wally asked.

“Ollie and Dinah got called in for something by the big bad bat. But seeing as I can hear muffled laughter I’m gonna take some time digging through security footage later” You replied, filling a glass with orange juice from the fridge and joining your friends around the table.

“You seem better” Robin said and you nodded.

“Family time’s been helping” You mentioned and both Wally and Robin smirked, “What?” You questioned.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call GA and Canary family before” Wally said and Robin agreed.

“Even your cold heart is melting” Robin cooed and you sighed.

“My heart is not cold” You defended but deep down you enjoyed the banter.

“You’re right, it’s stone hard. Seriously, you know how terrified I was of you when we met?” Wally asked and you raised a brow.

“You were scared of a 12 year old?”

“After you kicked my ass in 2.5 seconds ya! You were scary!” The speedster said and you all laughed.

“Says the guy who’s bestie is basically a ninja” You retorted looking at Robin. “Hey, at least I was chatty. It took like three months for you to warm up to us.” The boy wonder said and you smiled fondly at the memory.

Star City

Four years ago

You walked beside Black Canary to the group of assembled heroes in front of you. You recognized all of them from either TV or your training on Infinity Island. Batman, Flash, Aquaman and Green Arrow were all assembled along with their sidekicks.

“Guys, I’d like you to meet Bluebird” Black Canary introduced you and you nodded.

“Hello” You said politely and Canary turned her attention to the boys.

“Bluebird, these are Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad and you already know Speedy as well as their mentors Batman, Flash, Aquaman and Green Arrow respectively” Your mentor said and they all waved hello. You were far from the youngest sidekick there. Robin looked to be around ten years old, Kid Flash seemed your age but you couldn’t be sure.

“It’s nice to meet you all” You said, voice even and stoic. You couldn’t help it, there were a few people you’ve learned to open up to in the last year or so, Mr. Morris was the first. When he took you in he helped you realize that you no longer needed to behave as your mother taught you. Then Dinah began to teach you how to express yourself the way you felt most comfortable and now you were comfortable opening up to her as well as Ollie and Roy who you had gotten close to thanks to Dinah. But even so it was a slow process escaping the behaviors your mother had enforced for ten years and you were slow to trust. You stood awkwardly beside Canary as Roy came up to give you a small side hug to reassure you and beckoned his friends to come closer.

With the signal from his friend Kid Flash sped over to you and held out his hand.

“Hey Bluebird- can I call you blue?- I’m Kid Flash, or KF-” The speedster said and Robin pushed him aside. “Don’t mind him, I’m Robin, funny how we both chose bird names huh?” He said.

The five of you began training together and over time you all opened up to each other, even spending time outside of the costume though Robin and you still kept your identities mostly hidden. You talked about your experiences on the field and what made you want to become heroes. You found out that Kid Flash is the Flash’s nephew and that Aqualad (who’s atlantean) uses atlantean sorcery.

You opened up to them too, if only a little bit. You didn't trust anyone with the truth of where you came from so you and Dinah created a story to tell others about your past, putting together half truths to create a story that isn’t really a lie.

“So, Blue, how'd you and Canary become a team?” Wally AKA Kid Flash asked, you all had finished training and were sitting around the now empty park where you were all sparring.

“I met Dinah when I was ten, I helped her stop a bank robbery” You told them casually.

“You helped stop a bank robbery as a ten year old? Sweet!” Wally said and you all laughed.

“I was living with a family friend at the time, and I was walking back to his house and saw it go down so I just jumped in. She actually got pretty mad at me for that” You explained and smiled sheepishly.

“Well you were a ten year old who flew over out of nowhere and started attacking the thugs she was fighting” Roy said and the group of sidekicks laughed at the seemingly important information you left out.

“Either way she walked me home, talked to Mr. Morris- the family friend I was living with and she offered to take me in and take me under her wing.” You said, finishing the story.

“Where were your folks?” Wally tried to ask but Robin elbowed him in the side.

“Dude!” The boy wonder said and you laughed.

“It’s okay. I never met my dad and my mom’s a jerk” You told them. For a long time that’s all they knew but over time they learned more.

You told them how you lived with your mom until you were about nine but when your powers emerged she kicked you out, wanting nothing to do with you. In a way that was true. You did live with your mother until you were nine and she did want nothing to do with you because of your powers but it wasn’t because you had them. It was because the powers you had weren’t the ones she spent years trying to cultivate.

Mount Justice

November 22nd

“Robin, Kid Flash, Superboy, Bluebird, Miss Martian, report for mission briefing” Batman said over the Cave speaker system and you looked at your fellow teammates.

“Looks like nostalgic reminiscing has to wait for another time” Robin joked and you smiled, taking off your jacket revealing your uniform.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.” You told them and they nodded, going to join the rest of your team for the mission briefing.

You on the other hand ran to the bathroom to suit up and joined them soon after.

“Raman Harjavti is the democratically elected president of Qurac. Harjavti has been praised as a fair, wise leader, a humanitarian.” Batman began, he projected a map Qurac as well as an image of Harjavti with the computer. “But five days ago, Harjavti allied himself with the dictator of the neighboring nation of Bialya- Queen Bee.” He continued and Superboy scoffed.

“Not a fan” he said and Batman agreed.

“Few are. But Harjavti suddenly backs Queen Bee’s baseless claims that Qurac and Bialya were one nation in ancient times, and has announced the countries will reunify in two days at a ceremony in Qurac.” Batman explained.

“And the Quracis are okay with this?” Kid Flash asked, surprise and annoyance in his voice.

“Hardly, their well aware of the brutality of Queen Bee’s regime but Harjavti has censored the press, silenced all legitimate protest and invited the Bialyian military into his country to enforce martial law.” The Bat answered and Robin joined in.

“Queen Bee has to be controlling him, doesn’t she have the power to enthrall most men?” He asked and Batman nodded.

“And some women, but we have confirmation she hasn’t left Bialya. Something else is at work here, find out what. Robin, you’re team leader.” He stated and Wally smiled. “Promotion, sweet!”

“What about Aqualad?” Robin asked, you heard the obvious doubt in his voice which was strange. Once he wanted nothing but to lead the team.

“He’s busy helping Aquaman. You’re the next logical choice” Batman told his protege and Wally being Wally, complained that Robin left his high five hanging.

So, you all got your things and took off in the Bioship to Qurac.

As you all boarded you stopped beside Robin. “You’ll do fine Wonder Bird” You told him and his shoulders seemed to relax if only a bit at the nickname.

Qurac

November 22nd

Miss Martian flew the camouflaged Bioship over the Bialyan Quraci border. A group of Bialyan tanks were running over a fence and entering into Qurac, most likely illegally even though it's not like anyone would try to stop them with Harjavti under Queen Bee's thumb.

The whole team was on high alert, you were officially in enemy territory after all.

“No opposition, I guess Harjavti really is in bed with Bialya'' Superboy commented but Robin explained while looking at a map on his wrist computer. “I wouldn’t expect opposition here. It’s an animal sanctuary.” He said. That’s when Kid Flash noticed something.

“Tanks have caused a stampede… With civilians in harm's way!” He said and almost everyone was in favor of stepping in.

“We’re way off mission here” Robin said but back tracked soon after.

“Deploy. But stealth mode. If the Bialyians know we hit 'em this becomes an international incident.” He instructed and you all nodded.

You pressed the small blue bird emblem on your chest. It was barely visible on your mostly black suit. Really stealth mode on your suit only changed the accent color from a light blue to a dull red but it was stealth mode none the less.

You jumped out of the Bioship with the rest of the team and flew with Kid Flash, disarming and scattering the Bialyian soldiers while Superboy split the stampede and Miss Martian fired cover fire from the Bioship. When all was done you floated above the ground with your team as Robin asked the woman and child that were in danger if they were okay.

“Mom, mom, mom! We were just saved by Robin, Kid Flash and Bluebird!” The boy said excitedly and you gave him a small smile as you lowered yourself back to the ground.

“Well, Superboy and Miss Martian helped too” KF joked.

“We’re just happy you’re okay” You told the kid in a soft voice and Miss M lowered the Oryx the mother and child were huddled by before the stampede.

“We averted the Bialyians around the sanctuary. You should be safe now” Robin told the two in what you had to admit was a very leader voice.

“Which means the coast is clear Miss M, you can de-camo now” Wally whispered to what seemed like no one behind him but you knew M’gann was there even before she removed her hood and became visible again.

The woman you saved sighed, “You may have made things worse, Bialyian border crossings are a way of life here. Usually they wreck a few fences and move on. Engaging them might have made us a target” She said and you had to admit she had a point. Hell you would have agreed with Robin to stay on mission but she and her son were in danger and you couldn’t ignore that.

“Mommmm, uncool” The kid grumbled and you held back a smile.

“I’m sorry, I should thank you,” The woman said. She introduced her son Garfield but before she introduced herself M’gann interrupted her with excitement.

“Marie Logan! I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you in person! Uh- I’v, I’ve admired your stance on animal rights for years” M’gann said and immediately Conner questioned her via mind link because in fact she’d only been on earth for six months.

Eventually or inevitably since both M’gann and Garflied were asking their respective person in charge to allow the other to stay- the team stuck around the Logan Animal Sanctuary for a while longer.

Miss M went with Marie to fix the sanctuary’s ruined fences and you and the rest of the team went with Garfield to their home. By now the sun was coming up and you all had returned your uniforms to normal.

The Logan house was nice, small and quiet, as it seemed it was just Garfield and his mother.

“So, pretty weird about Miss Martian and my mom huh?” Garfield said. With his reaction earlier you were pretty surprised the kid could hold a normal conversation after how excited he was when you saved him.

“What do you mean?” Connor asked and Garfield was more than happy to point out the similarities between M’gann and his mother. Honestly you were surprised the others hadn’t noticed by now. Then Hello Megan was brought up.

“Wait, Hello Megan is a TV show? I just thought it was something she said all the time” Wally and Robin both said and you sat down on the couch in front of the seats they both took.

“You guys haven’t heard of it? One of my friend’s parents were obsessed with it, she practically has the whole show mesmerized” You said. For some reason you’d thought at least Wally would know it. He seemed like someone who’d love sitcoms like Hello Megan.

Garfield was about to put on the pilot episode when Connor stopped you all.

“Wait… Aircraft, headed this way” He said and you all knew what was coming. Robin told Garfield to stay inside and you all ran out to meet the aircraft.

Outside three fighter planes were flying towards you. Miss Martian and Superboy protected Marie from their attacks but she didn’t seem scared for herself.

“Where’s my son?” She asked, the sentiment tugged at your heart but you quickly focused back on the situation. “I ordered him to stay inside” Robin said but Marie was anything but calmed by that.

“He’s eight! He doesn’t do orders!” She yelled and you saw Garfield opening the barn door a decent ways away from where you all were. Your instinct kicked in before anyone else on the team and you flew as fast as you could to the barn but you weren’t quick enough. The fighter planes shot at the barn, collapsing it and causing an explosion. You caught Garfield but only after he had already been hit by debris and thrown into the air. He was unconscious and groaned in pain, his injuries didn’t look bad on the surface but you didn’t know what else might be hiding.

You flew him back to Marie as Miss Martian and Superboy went to take out the planes.

“I told you there’d be consequences!” Marie told Robin as she held her injured son and the boy wonder looked down in guilt.

“Always” He said.

“Let’s get him inside” You told Marie and she nodded, running inside the house and to the clinic in the back.

You helped Marie with as much as you could, hooking Garfield up to an IV and a heart monitor.

“He’s in shock. He needs a blood transfusion, are any of you O negative?” She asked. You and Robin stood in the room with her and KF waited in the doorway.

“No” Robin said and Marie nodded.

“Neither am I” She said. “I used to keep a supply in the clinic-” She began and KF cut her off, offering to run Gar to the nearest clinic only to be told he wouldn’t be fast enough even at his highest speed.

“What about Superboy?” Marie asked and you sighed. “He’s Kryptonian, it wouldn’t help” You told her and Robin continued seeing where you were going.

“And Miss Martian-” He began but Miss M walked in and interrupted him, “Might be able to help. My shape shifting occurs at the cellular level, I think I can morph my blood to match his” She explained and you noticed Superboy had joined Kid Flash in the doorway.

“Please, try” Marie begged and Miss M nodded.

“I’ll need to concentrate. No distractions” she said and Marie, whose voice began to fill with panic, pushed Robin and you out of the room and closed the door. None of you resisted, instead you all went back to the couches in the living room and took a seat.

“And on top of all of this, Harjavti steps down tomorrow, subjecting all of Qurac to this danger” Robin exclaimed. You recognized the slight desperation in his voice and sat down on the chair beside him. “KF, can you find a news station?” Robin asked and Wally fumbled with the multiple TV remotes trying to figure out which one to use. The television turned on and Hello Megan began playing, most likely because that’s what Garfield was trying to put on before the attack.

Connor, Robin and Wally all looked at the screen in shock while you mouthed the words from your seat, annoyingly familiar with the all too catchy toon of the theme song.

🎵School and boys and parents too.

A whole lot to juggle for Miss You-Know-Who.

(Who?) Hello Megan.

(Who?) Hello Megan! 🎵

Soon enough M’gann walked out to join you all and Wally quickly pressed a button on one of the remotes, turning on a broadcast of Harjavti giving some sort of speech.

M’gann recognized some psychic in the background and Robin helped explain.

“That’s Psimon, he must be the one controlling Harjavti” He said and Wally held his head.

“Ugh, I still remember the headache from when he brain blasted us last time we were in Bialya” He groaned and you crossed your arms, “That must’ve sucked for you” You teased, suddenly very happy you were too busy helping Canary to go on that mission.

Marie came out and informed you all that the transfusion seemed to have worked and that Garfield was stable for the moment, so you all left for your true mission. To save Harjavti.

Dhabar

November 23rd

The team had managed to sneak into the democratic palace through the vents and found Harjavti alone in his office. You were about to make your escape when Bialyian soldiers stormed in with what looked like Alien technology.

“Well, well, American heroes here to assassinate the president. Such a shame we arrived too late to stop them.” One of the soldiers said and though the mind link Superboy informed the team that the alien tech were apocolyptin. Miss M took off saying that she found Psimon and Robin had to stop Superboy from following after her. Leaving you, Robin, Kid Flash and Superboy to take down the soldiers.

You all jumped into action, KF and SB relying on their powers while you and Robin took them out the old fashion way.

“No flying today Blue?” KF asked through the mind link and you elbowed one of the soldiers, hitting a pressure point and knocking him out.

“Not enough space” You told him and soon enough all the soldiers were out cold.

You all ran after Miss Martian only to fall to your knees in pain. You had never felt this before, it was like a migraine mixed with deep emotional pain and it was all consuming, you hated it. “I honestly prefer- getting thrown into a wall” You said before you couldn’t hold on any longer and you fell to the ground, unconscious.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been out for but at some point you began to wake up.

“And there’s the headache” Kid Flash said, only just waking up himself.

You gripped your head, “I hate psychics… No offense Miss M” You said, rubbing your temples in an attempt to relieve the lingering pain.

“Psimon?” Robin asked, he was the first to get his bearings together enough to stand.

“He brain blasted you, I stopped him” Miss Martian said and you tried (and failed) to get up. “I see why you hate these so much” You told KF, and together you all helped each other up.

Logan Animal Sanctuary

November 23rd

The team returned to the Logan Sanctuary after the mission was over. You all along with Marie Logan sat and watched President Harjavti meet with Bruce Wayne to discuss their partnership in rebuilding Qurac. All seemed well.

“Gee, Bruce Wayne sure got here fast. Almost like he knew-” Robin elbowed that thought out of Kid Flash’s mouth.

“Don’t you have a souvenir to collect or something?” The boy wonder asked, though it was more of a reminder.

“Hello Megan!” Wally exclaimed, mimicking M’gann. He sped around the room, grabbing the VHS tape with the Hello Megan Pilot and pointed it at Miss M.

“Something you’d like to tell us?” He asked even though there really wasn’t much of a choice. But Wally will be Wally and he can be an ass.

Everyone looked at M’gann expectantly and you sighed, grumbling. “Seriously, you guys care way too much about this”.

Even so, M’gann did share, she related to the character of Megan and when she had to take a human form on earth she chose Megan.

Marie was honored but Robin had to go and ruin the moment.

“That begs the question, what do you look like?” He asked and you glared at him.

“You don’t have to tell or show us M’gann. There’s obviously a reason you took this form and no one is entitled to see or true form if you’re not comfortable” You said while glaring at Robin and Wally, you loved your friends but sometimes they acted like children.

“No, it’s okay Blue.” M’gann said and her shape shifted. Overall it seemed almost identical. Her body stayed the same but her face shape was different, she had no eyebrows or hair but that’s about it.

“Bald M’gann… still hot” Wally commented and you smacked the back of his head. “Hey-”

Connor silently walked up to M’gann and took her hand. “You know you don’t have to put a mask on for me” He told her, taking her hands in his and she immediately shifted back.

“It’s not for you, it’s for me. This is who I really am” She said and you smiled at that. Once the emotional moment ended you hugged M’gann.

“Thanks for trusting us” You said that was the end. You flew back to Happy Harbor having accomplished the mission and making some friends. All was well.

#young justice x gn reader #dc x reader #yj x gender neutral reader #yj x reader #young justice x reader #avengers x reader #shadow of a bluebird #reader insert #metahuman reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #miss martian #m'gann m'orzz #young justice season 1

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day 13 - santa

24 days - 24 oneshots | a collection of oneshots to celebrate royai

rated: g | words: 2483

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this oneshot is based on the characters and plot of this fic, the way it was. reading it beforehand is not required, just know that essentially royai got married young, had a kid, and riza never joined the military back in the day

Riza froze in befuddlement when she opened the front door to their home to see… Santa Claus standing on the top step.

“Ho, ho, ho!” he greeted with a grin beneath his bushy white beard.

Even beneath the thickness of the fake beard Riza could pick out those familiar dark eyes she knew and loved. They twinkled with mischief and delight. Excitement toyed with his grin, broadening it so the corners of his eyes crinkled, showing his crow’s feet. Well, what she could see of them underneath his wig.

It was a look she’d never tire of seeing on her husband.

“Santa?” Riza arched an eyebrow at their unexpected guest. “What are you doing here,” she recovered smoothly and going along with Roy’s plan and his performance. It was for the benefit of the youngest member of their household, after all, and Riza knew they were a few seconds away from having an extremely excitable child.

So did Roy, because his grin turned cheeky as he winked at her, pleased she was going along with him.

Before he could answer, a shocked gasp and a cry of disbelief came from within their home.

“Is that –!”

Careening around the corner and running fast enough that she almost ran into the wall, Mia’s eyes were wide, almost bugging out of her skull, as she stared, frozen in shock, at their guest at the front door.

When Roy mentioned he had a small surprise for Mia when he finished work, this was not what Riza expected. However, she went along with it for Mia’s sake, of course. Their child was almost vibrating with excitement. She didn’t know what to do with herself. The hands she’d placed against the wall to stop herself from colliding with it jumped in front of her stomach. They fidgeted and wrung together as she took a tentative step forward, then another. Mia very quickly picked up the pace and hurried to Riza’s side. A small, exuberant skip broke up her rushing feet every now and then.

“And who might you be, my dear?”

Mia’s mind appeared to be boggled. Riza hid her laugh and crouched down to her height.

“Can you answer Santa, Mia,” Riza prompted as she placed a palm against her small back. She could feel her small body trembling with excitement.

Mia sucked in a breath sharply. It was almost as if she’d forgotten how to breathe. Riza’s concern flared and started to rub her back soothingly, up and down. She’d expected an excited reaction – Mia loved the holiday – but this was apparently a lot for her to take in. Too much excitement for her to handle.

“Mia,” she breathed shyly.

“Hello, Mia,” Roy greeted. He lowered to one knee and rested his elbow upon the one which remained bent in front of him. Behind him Riza could see a large red sack filled with wrapped presents. She feared Mia may keel over if she laid her eyes on it, but she was too enraptured by the sight of “Santa” to be aware of her surroundings.

“Hello, Santa.”

“How are you today?”

“I’m good,” she replied politely. “How are you, Santa?”

Riza smiled down at her daughter and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze. She was proud of her manners and her ability to recover herself and re-join the conversation. Roy wore his own proud smile too.

“I am very well, my dear. Now.” Roy reached behind him and drew his large red sack to his side. As expected, Mia’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “I have some presents for you and your family, Mia Bear.”

She gasped and leaned into Riza’s side.

“He knows my nickname,” she whispered to Riza. Her eyes sparkled and it was so sweet Riza felt her heart melt.

“Santa is very clever,” Riza told her.

“I see everything and know everything,” Roy explained mysteriously, “which is why I know you’ve been an excellent girl this year. You’ve been very good, Mia. Very well behaved and have helped your mother and father a lot.”

She beamed with pride, however there was still a shyness about her when she spoke. “I try,” she nearly mumbled as she toed the ground with the front of her slipper.

“I agree, Santa, she has,” Riza interjected.

Mia looked pleased as punch as she glanced up at her mother.

“Can you help me deliver these presents? They are for you, your mother, and your father. There is something in there for your delightful canine friend as well,” Santa winked.

She nodded and eagerly stepped forward to carefully take the wrapped gifts into her arms. Mia trotted happily through to their living area where the tree was standing and placed them meticulously underneath the branches. The movement and chatter woke Hayate from his nap and he yawned with a big stretch. He hurried after Mia as she sprinted back through to her mother’s side, taking some more gifts from Santa.

“Thank you for doing this for her,” Riza whispered as they watched her go. Concentration was etched deeply on Mia’s face as she walked, determined not to drop the presents or let Santa down. “It was a very sweet surprise.”

“Always for our Mia Bear,” Roy quipped before he beamed at Riza.

She leaned over and pressed a soft, loving kiss to his lips in her gratitude. His fake hair became attached to her, which Riza made a show of plucking off dramatically, making Roy chuckle.

“You need a shave,” she murmured, giving his beard a playful tug when Mia started talking to Hayate, her attention momentarily diverted.

“Perhaps you can help me,” Roy crooned as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Is that a request, or an order, sir?” Her eyes gleamed with her teasing as Riza looked up at her husband.

Roy’s noncommittal hum rumbled deep within his chest as he bent her over his arm to kiss her deeply. Riza sighed into it happily, placing her hand tenderly against his cheek to cup it before Roy had to right them both and pull away to maintain his disguise.

“All done!” Mia beamed up at her father and placed her hands on her hips. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her eyes shone with glee as she gazed up at Santa.

“Then my work here is done!” Roy announced. “Thank you so much, my little elf.” He placed a hand upon Mia’s head and ruffled her hair, making her giggle. “You have been the perfect helper for me today.”

“Mum, Santa said I was perfect!” She clasped her hands together over her heart as she grinned up at Riza.

“I heard,” Riza chuckled. “I find I have to agree with him.”

“You will have to be sure to tell everyone about how helpful you’ve been here today.” Roy hummed to himself. “Make sure your father knows how good you were as well.”

“Oh.” Her face fell and Riza felt her heart clench. Her daughter’s dazzling smile was no more, and worry flared within Riza. “My Daddy isn’t here. He won’t get the chance to see you.” Her shoulders rounded in on themselves at the thought her father would miss out on such a lovely moment for her.

The two parents shared a look.

“Then you will have to tell him all about it, Mia.” Santa smiled kindly down at the girl before him. “I am most certain he would absolutely love to hear your tale about what happened here this evening.”

“Do you think so?”

“Of course he would, Mia,” Riza interjected before Roy could, to reassure her. She placed a hand on the top of Mia’s head and ran her hand across and down, to cup her cheek.

“Remember, I am Santa,” Roy winked. “I see all, and definitely know your father always adores hearing about your day. Will you promise me you will tell him?”

Mia nodded vigorously. “I promise, Santa!”

“Very well. I will leave the task in your very capable hands, my little elf.”

Her face lit up.

“For now, farewell.” Mia’s smile dropped in realisation. “I have many more boys and girls to visit and presents to drop off. There’s a busy night ahead!” Roy proclaimed. “And I won’t have such a wonderful little elf by my side at every household.”

“Okay,” Mia relented. Although there was still an air of disappointment about her about him leaving, she could see sense in his logic. “Thank you so much, Santa! It was so good to meet you!”

Roy chuckled. “It was lovely to meet you and your family as well, my dear. Goodbye, and Merry Christmas!” He opened the door and stepped outside with a wave over his shoulder.

Both Mia and Riza said their goodbyes, Mia’s more enthusiastic than her mother’s. When the door closed she was bouncing on the spot.

“Mum, Mum, Mum! I just met Santa!”

“You did. That was a lovely surprise, wasn’t it,” Riza laughed quietly.

“I helped him! And he said I was very good at it!”

“You were excellent, Mia Bear.” She took her hand and guided Mia away from the door to their living room.

“Do you think I could get a job at Santa’s workshop in the North Pole? I think I’d be good at it. I’d like to make toys for children around the world!”

Riza’s heart warmed considerably at her thoughtfulness and kindness. “I think you would miss us all too much to leave and go and work there. Who would be Hayate’s best friend if you left?”

Mia pouted. “I will always be his best friend. That won’t ever change.”

Riza’s heart melted not for the first time that evening. She cupped her daughter’s cheeks with both hands and ran her thumbs over them. It made Mia giggle as she remained trapped in her mother’s gentle and loving hold.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” Mia relented, putting on her sullen tone. “Oh, wait! I forgot to ask Santa something!” Mia dashed around Riza’s leg and was out in the hall before she could stop her.

Luckily, Roy had just opened the door and was stepping inside, fully changed back into his work clothing – minus his shirt in his obvious haste to change.

“Mia!” he greeted with a grin.

“Daddy!” She threw herself at his legs and hugged them tight. “Did you see Santa when you were coming home?”

“Santa?” The man should have been an actor, for his performance was perfect and fooled Mia completely. He was so confused about her question and had the look down to a T.

“He was here! Santa was here!”

“He was?” Roy gasped and dropped to his knees in front of Mia. “You saw Santa?” He placed both hands on her shoulders to keep her in place as wonder flooded his face.

Mia’s head nodded back and forth so quickly Riza wondered if she’d end up with whiplash. “I did! I helped him! I delivered our presents to under our tree, and he said I was a very good helper!”

“Well, that I wouldn’t have doubted for a second,” Roy commented as he cupped her cheeks with both his hands. Again, she giggled like she did before when Riza did the same action. “But that’s amazing, Mia! You saw and spoke to Santa! You must tell me all about it.”

“Do you want to me to?”

“Remember what Santa said, Mia,” Riza called to her. “Dad would love it if you did.”

“He said that?” Roy dropped his chin to whisper quietly to Mia. He was full of awe, as if he didn’t believe it.

“Yep! I was sad you weren’t around to see and meet him, but I made a promise to him to tell you all about it.”

“I most definitely want to hear about it! Santa was in my home… That’s amazing! Come,” Roy urged and sat down at the front door there and then, tugging a giggling Mia into his lap. “Tell me all about it. Right now.”

And so Mia did, regaling him with the details of their impromptu visit from Old Saint Nick. Roy was perfect, ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ where appropriate and asking her questions. He amped up the excitement even more for her and once again, Riza’s heart softened at the sight of the two of them, two peas in a pod, as they sat on the floor of their hallway and spoke with subdued, amazed tones about what had happened that evening.

“Have you had a bath yet,” Roy asked once she’d finished spinning her story.

Mia shook her head.

Roy lifted her from his lap to place her on her own two feet. He held her steady while Mia found her footing. The slight wobble as she tried to get her legs beneath her made their daughter giggle.

“Up you go. I’ll come and help you in a minute.”

“I get to do it by myself?” She was curious, perhaps a little apprehensive at the thought of being left to do something alone.

“You’re a big girl. You helped Santa a lot and did it very well. I think you can handle some more things by yourself.”

Her entire expression perked up at the temptation of gaining more independence and responsibility.

“But of course, I will be there to help, just like I always will be. We still have to make sure you’re all right, don’t we?” She ducked out the way of his reaching hand. It had been moving towards the top of her head, likely going for another ruffle of her hair, but the action was expertly dodged. It made Roy smile. “You go and get started.”

“Okay! See you in a few minutes! Did you hear that Hayate,” she whispered loudly to their dog as he ran hot on her heels. “I’m a big girl now,” she boasted as they both scampered up the stairs.

“Phew,” Roy sighed as he grinned, fingers tugging at the collar of his uniform to make it more comfortable against his bare skin. “That was close.”

Riza hummed in agreement as she plucked a strand of white hair from his jet-black tresses and let it fall to the floor. Her finger trailed down his face, his neck, to the open ‘v’ of his military jacket. She swiped her thumb over the heated skin there – thanks to his Santa suit – and grinned when it made him tremble beneath her touch.

“Merry Christmas to me.” Her eyes lifted to meet his, seeing the mischief within them. He was more than pleased about how his plan had panned out, but there was something else hidden within the depths. It told of promises for them both for later, once Mia had gone to bed, and it was just the two of them left awake.

“Merry Christmas, Riza. I love you.”

Her smile softened. “I love you too, Roy.”

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#royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #royai oneshot #royai advent calendar #emma writes #the way it was #i missed them and their dynamic so this is pure self indulgence :)#me writing more of a fic i finished months ago?? its more likely than u think

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sylvies-chen · 3 years

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Upstead prompt 67 and/or 77 💛

67. “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.” + 77. “There is nothing wrong with you.”

It’s her fault things have been awkward between her and Jay, Hailey knows that.

He hasn’t really given her an answer to her suggestion that they get married. But if she’s being honest, she sort of needs it. Things are too chaotic and messy in her head right now. Every time she closes her eyes she’s back in that warehouse with Voight. Jay’s the only thing that makes it fade away into the back of her mind. Marrying him feels right. And so what if it’s just her clinging onto the only stable thing in her life? That doesn’t mean she’s not ready for it. She is-- or she thinks she is, at least.

But he’d told her to think it over, that they should talk about it after they know Kim’s okay, and she takes it as a bad sign.

Kim gets out of the hospital today. They’re finally discharging her and Jay’s dropped by to change into new clothes before going to see her. Adam had arranged for the whole unit, with the exception of Voight, to be there for her when she gets to the apartment. Makayla will like the extra company and Kim being alive is worth celebrating.

When Jay’s done changing, Hailey’s still pacing around her apartment. She knows today will be hard: seeing Kim without thinking of what she and Voight did will be damn near impossible and frankly, she’s already spiraling enough as it is. But Jay notices her distress, furrows his brows and steps in front of her to stop her pacing. “Hey, I’m ready. Are you good?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” she tells him absentmindedly, her mind elsewhere as she runs hands through her loose hair. She realizes she hasn’t stopped fidgeting since Jay came out of her room but honestly, fscing him head on is too hard not to. This uncertainty about whether he wants to marry her, on top of the secret that’s devouring her whole, is enough to make her afraid to look at him. We can go now.”

Jay eyes her up and down worriedly, shaking his head after a beat of silence. “No, not yet. Not until you tell me what’s up with you.”

“What?” Her head jerks up, meeting his steady gaze for the first time that afternoon. He doesn’t look angry or scared, just concerned. He’s soft and warm and she melts under his gaze. It makes her want to scream and cry and let everything out.

She doesn’t.

“You’ve been acting strange ever since Kim’s abduction. I know it was scary and we all got put through the ringer, Kim especially, but this is different. So talk to me, Hailey. What’s going on?”

She swallows hard, choosing the more surface level issue to talk about instead of the real issue. Because the real issue is something dark and ugly that she isn’t ready to face. Not yet, anyway. “I know you said I said we should get married out of shock, but it’s been two weeks. Kim’s better, she’s getting discharged from the hospital. You haven’t said anything about it.”

His shoulders sag slightly as he shakes his head. She can see his mind spinning in his irises. “I told you, Hailey. There was a lot going on that night, I just don’t want to jump into anything if you don’t mean it.”

“I do,” she insists. “I mean it, Jay. I know it’s fast but we love each other.”

“Yes, we do,” Jay agrees. “But there’s more to this than just me not giving you an answer about getting married, Hailey. I’m not giving you an answer because that’s not the top priority. The top priority now is whatever’s going on with you.”

“Nothing’s going on with me,” she protests meekly, almost in a whisper, as she breaks eye contact and bites her lip.

“Like hell it is,” he replies. It’s not loud or roaring, but there’s the slightest edge to his voice that’s only slightly overpowered by his overwhelming worry. “You haven’t been the same since that night. Even then, when you came home before seeing Kim in the hospital, you were freaked out. You think I don’t know you well enough to know when you’re spiraling over something? C’mon, Hailey. I can tell something’s wrong. What the hell happened at that warehouse?”

“Nothing,” she tries lying again but is completely unconvincing— and completely filled with tears that start to pool up in her eyes. Blinking them back only ends up blinking them out and they stream onto her cheek. Fuck. This lie can’t keep going, can it?

Voight had told her not to say a word though. Jay won’t look at her the same after this. He’ll hate her; want nothing to do with her. But the damn is slowly breaking with each aching plea that Jay lets out. She can feel it but can’t fight it.

“Don’t do that,” he warns. “You can’t keep shutting me out. I’m not going anywhere don’t you get that by now? At the very least, just admit something’s wrong. If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

Hailey shakes her head, her hands shaking even more. She’s tempted to start her pacing again, adjacent to Jay, but instead settles on shifting her weight over to her other leg and fidgeting with her thumbs. “I can’t,” she sputters, choking on her words. “I can’t, Jay. You’ll never look at me the same again.”

“How can you know that without telling me what it is?”

“I just do,” Hailey tells him. “There is something very wrong with me, Jay. That night only made it worse and now I can’t go back or undo my mistakes. I thought if we got married that it might make it go away but it won’t. Everything that happened, everything I did, it’ll never go away. Just don’t ask me to drag you into this hell too. You deserve better than this— than me.”

“Hey, hey,” he soothes her, closing the small space between them and lifting his hands to rub her shoulders. “There is nothing wrong with you. And I’d go through hell for you, Hailey, you know that. I love you. Please, just— just tell me what happened. Tell me why you’re so freaked out. Please.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. That little voice in her head, the one scarily similar to Voight’s, is telling her that she needs to keep her mouth shut if she wants to survive. But her heart, in a rare moment of clarity, know that she needs to tell Jay if she wants to live. She may never have a happy ending with him if she tells him, but she definitely won’t have one if she doesn’t. Jay Halstead is the most steady constant in her life. If that steadiness is now conditional on her telling the truth, then, well… she’ll keep it intact. She wants to rip of the bandaid and break free from this prison her mind’s been in for the past two weeks. She wants to finally be saved from this secret that’s been drowning her and reap whatever consequences that come her way. She wants to tell him.

So she does.

She takes another deep and shaky breath, wiping away the tears that only frustrate her more. Her head bows, but then move back up to meet his eye. His steady gaze gives her the last push of strength she needs.

“I killed Roy.”

#fsasddfjwffqefke y'all are going to hate me for this one #abby writes #prompt requests #upstead #hailey upton #jay halstead

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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I Miss You 1/3

Jason Todd X Reader

Batsiblings x Batsis! Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, though nothing explicit

Words:1,179

Reader Love's Jason more than anyone in the world. Though her lover has horrible timing

I threw up my breakfast into the grass outside Wayne Manor garden just beyond the shrubs. As I finally stop, I groan. Shit. My impending morning sickness the norm for the last few months. I step through the shrubs by the pool. I step up the steps. I open the door to the back entrance. I step inside and shut the door behind me. I saw Damian walk down the staircase. The chances of him trying to get on my nerves are well, very likely. Epically sense I smell horrible from throwing up.

I sigh "please don't say anything I know there are a million insults you want to say. I just need a break"

"tt, you smell revolting" he said with a rewarding look on his face

Of course I do "that's what happens when you throw up your entire breakfast" I obviously stated

I walked up the steps to my room. I walk through the hallway and open my bedroom door. I shut the door behind me and sat on my bed. Bruce is going to be infuriated with me. I looked on my laptop for places for Jason, our baby and I. How the hell I going to tell Jay? I remember our last night together. The release, the comfort and the beating of our hearts touching. We used a condom, always do but things happen. His voice ringing in my head 'I'll be back soon I promise' he'll be back. I suddenly began crying missing Jason, I need him. I want him to hold me. I have been trying to call him for so long but nothing. He left to help Roy with a mission. That was a three months ago. I yawn, I feel so exhausted. Sleeping as been so much harder. I shut my laptop and put it beside me. I laid back leaning on my pillows... That morning I opened my eye's feeling nauseated, and my breast sore. I stood stepping to my full length mirror. I lifted my shirt off. I gave to my small bump. There's only so much time I have until it'll be evident that I'm pregnant. I put on one of Jason's t-shirts and my shorts with pockets. I walked down the stairs and went outside for privacy. I call the doctors office to set my appointment. As I finished the call I hang up and put my phone in my pocket. I turned to the entrance seeing, Damian! Shit. By the look on his face I know he heard every word I said.

"Dami.." what do I say?

"tt I'm telling Richard" he said

"Damian do not tell anyone!" I demanded "I don't want anyone to know, at least for right now" I pleaded

He folds his arms glares at, me "tt it's not unlikely you can hide you're gaining wei--" I cut him off

"for once could you not be inconsiderate!" I snapped

His scoffed with a genuine hurt look on his face. I shouldn't have said that. I usually never lost my temper with him.

"Dami--I.. I'm sorry I lost my temper. My hormones are driving me insane" I said softly

He sighs heavily "is this why you have been ill?"

"yeah" I sigh, remembering yesterday "didn't mean to worry you the other day when I threw my breakfast up and probably last night's dinner to"

"I was not concerned" he lied, I could see right through that kid "is there anything else that you will be withstanding?" he asked bluntly

He doesn't know anything about pregnancy. I sit on the side of the lounge chair and pat beside me. Damian scoffed and sits by me.

Damn, how do I say this? "did Bruce, Alfie or Dick ever tell you about?..." I stammer, this is so awkward. I so do not want to give him the talk 'the birds and the bee's' talk.

He shakes his head in disgust "yes! Don't be absurd. I am aware of such. I have a girlfriend and am practically grown!" he defended

"ok! Good" I take a deep breath "so I guess after that thing happens when two people make a baby. Things change in a woman's bod- my body to be exact. My hormones are increased. I feel a nausea, headache sometimes" wanting to spare Damian from being grossed out. With as little as information about pregnancy I could. The minutes went by as I explained appropriately how my body is changing and about the eventual birth.

As I finish he takes a deep breath "will you be in pain when you are to give birth?" he sympathetically asked

"yes" I truthfully answered his face physically drops. I touch his shoulder "but don't you worry I'll be fine I promise" I assured him

He rolls his eye's "tt, I am not.. I still can not comprehend why you are keeping this in such secrecy" I lower my hand from his shoulder

Truthfully I am afraid of rejection from my family, but also "well because it's a big change. It means, no more patrol or missions for me"

"what?!" appalled he stood and extended his arms "that is absurd!"

"what? You gonna miss me" I chuckled

"tt, no I only.." Damian stammered folding his arm's with a huff and looking at the ground. He lied.

I guess I should tell him worst case scenario "Dami, patrol or missions are dangerous enough" don't cry! "if something happens I might could lose my baby" I stutter under my breath fighting tears scared to my core I'd lose Jason's and I baby.

His face drops and eyebrows narrow "I was, perhaps being too inconsiderate.. It is only, other than Richard" he takes a swift breath "you are the only bearable.. friend I have"

My heart melts that the kindest thing he ever said to me. Don't cry! He sits back down by me.

"Aww, Dami" I softly said

"tell anyone and I will...." he stammered and scoffed unable to come up with a insult. I chuckle he rolls his eyes "as I was saying Drake and Brown anger me to my core. I can not promise not to end them"

I roll my eyes and laugh. I look at my worried little brother "how about this? When patrol gets super annoying or hard for whatever reason. You can come hang out with me and have some quality uncle time with my baby"

"truly?" he asked softly

I nodded smiling "of course"

Damian swiftly hugged my neck. I chuckled and hugged my baby brother. He swiftly parted and gazed to me with worry.

"wait does Todd know of this" his face angers "because if he left you--" I cut him off

"Damian, he doesn't know" I sadly said missing, Jason.

With night fallen I sit in my bedroom. I hear my phone a text from, Damian. I open his message.

(Damian)- I fear that your absence from patrol as been noticed by our family-

-thank you for the warning. I should have known that I'd eventually run out of luck-

#batfamily #Jason Todd X Reader #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne X Batsis! Reader #Batsis! Reader #Batsis #Pregnancy #Unplanned pregnancy #Morning sickness #Batfamily #Worried Damian Wayne #Worry

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mochegato · 4 years

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Will you Fake Date Me?

A bit of fun for the Jasonette July Fake Dating prompt. I think this was the first fic I actually completed.

“Explain this to me again,” Marinette said with slight exasperation as she stirred her coffee. She watched her friend, one of her best friends, run a hand through his hair looking slightly desperate and anxious. The fact that messing up his hair like that just made him even more attractive was utterly not fair. Wait, she was supposed to be annoyed not turned on. Stop Marinette, focus!

Jason sighed staring down at the coffee in front of him, “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for the upcoming Wayne gala. Bruce is forcing me go and I need some protection.”

“You need my protection?” she asked eyeing him suspiciously. He nodded, still looking intently at his coffee. “From?”

“Bruce, Alfred, attention seeking harpies looking for a meal ticket,” he listed off gruffly, “Dick.”

“Dick?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Dick,” he nodded. “He is positive I need to find a significant other. But, see, here’s the genius of the plan, if I have one already, he’ll stop trying to set me up with every single, roughly our age, mildly-attractive-in-Dick’s-eyes person he sees.”

“Just to be clear, you think pretending you have a girlfriend that Dick didn’t know about will get Dick to pester you less,” she deadpanned. “I’m still looking for the genius part of this plan.”

Jason opened his mouth then closed it quickly. She wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point. Stupid logic. “Come on, don’t make me go to this thing alone. It’s going to be miserable and boring and annoying and it would be at least tolerable if you were there with me.”

“Wow you are selling it so well. When you put it that way, how could I resist such an amazing offer?” she scoffed and rolled her eyes taking a sip of her coffee. “Also, ‘tolerable’? When did you turn into Damian?”

This wasn’t working. He needed a different tactic, one he knew worked on her every time, “Please?” he begged asked in a very manly way, giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage.

Marinette looked at the puppy dog eyes warily. She could already feel herself giving in. Damn beautiful, gorgeous, big blue eyes she could get lost in. He knew she couldn’t resist his eyes. She needed to think of something quick or she was going to lose her dignity and pretend to date someone she really did want to date and she was not some fucking fanfic trope, even if it was one of her favorites. One of Jason’s favorites, too, if she remembered correctly. Even if it would be fun to “have to” spend even more time together, close together, touching and making out endlessly in order to sell the story.

Wait, she had a point… Right! She was not going to let her real life succumb to her and Jason’s favorite trope…

Jason’s favorite... trope

What. The. Fuck. That scruffy-looking, fic-loving, nerd-rat! He was playing her… but only if he liked her. So… he liked her? What!? When did that start!? Why weren’t they already dating!? He was sitting there playing games instead of kissing her! Bastard. He needed to stop playing games and act. They could be kissing right now!!

Okay, so maybe he hadn’t asked directly because he was afraid of how she would react. He wanted to keep their friendship and his dignity intact no matter what. Aww, that was so adorable. Still a nerd-rat, but an adorable one. It was going to take tact and finesse to help keep the fine balance Jason was walking.

“Jason, if you want to ask me out, ask me, you coward.” Finesse. To be fair to her efforts... screw the balance.

Jason stared at her mouth agape. Shit. This was not how this conversation was supposed to go. She was supposed to agree to go with him to the gala. He was supposed to show up wearing a dashing tux that would make her blush deep red and render her speechless. She was supposed to wear a beautiful dress that took his breath away and made his jaw drop, so any dress really, or anything… or nothing. No wait. That wasn’t a fantasy he had time to indulge in right now. If he started down that road…. What was he thinking about before? Oh right. “What?” He gurgled out. Eloquent. He knew words.

“We’ve both read enough fake dating fics to know how you think this ends.” She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Jason considered his options for response and still keep his self-respect. He was Red Hood. He took down mob bosses, hell he was one for a long time. He could handle this little soft-hearted pixie. Surely.

His knee-jerk response to any situation was his patented emotional detachment. He didn’t care, not about this not about her. But that wouldn’t work with Marinette, especially if he wanted to get a date out of this. She knew he cared. Maybe she didn’t know how much he loved CARED! cared about her, but she knew the detachment was a mask. She’d certainly called him out on it enough.

He could play dumb. He was good at that. Damian always leapt at the chance to believe he was an idiot. Mari knew him better though and always trusted his insights into any situation because she trusted that he knew what he was talking about. She knew he was smarter than he liked people to think. She treated him like he was brilliant. Even if it wasn’t the same way Tim or Barbara were, he still had as much to contribute, as much value. She completely trusted him, even when she shouldn’t, giving him those eyes that melted him into a puddle. So that was out.

He could try to play her, a corollary of the Play Dumb approach, playing off of her weaknesses; her refusal to back down from a challenge, her anxiety, her willingness to believe the best in everyone, her need to help everyone around her, her soft heart, her creativity, her kindness, her intelligence, her wit, her bravery, her beauty, her… wait… what was… WEAKNESSES! Right. He’d already used his puppy dog eyes though. He could pull them out again and it might work, but... Fuck it. The direct approach then. Just be straight forward with her, sincere.

“What are you talking about?” Sincerity is vastly overrated.

She stared at him, mouth set in a thin line. He was still playing games. Fine. He wanted to play games? She could play, too. And just like every game she played with him, she would destroy him.

“I don't know... I’m thinking about becoming a roommate with Roy and…” she gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, eyes and mouth wide open in shock. “…there might only be one bed,”

“The fuck you are,” Jason growled out under his breath before he could stop himself. He noticed the victorious grin and light blush that appeared on Marinette’s face at his outburst before she schooled her face again. He narrowed her eyes back at her. She was playing with him. She wasn’t walking away and she wasn’t saying ‘no’. That meant… she was interested too, right? She was interested and flirting with him. A small smirk spread across his face before he schooled his expression as well. Flirting he could do. “You better be careful or you might make me into an enemy, then when I get hurt I’ll have to come to you for comfort.”

Marinette drew in a breath “enemies to lovers, 10,000 word slow burn” she whispered in mock scandal nodding her head.

He chuckled at her and looked back into her eyes, “you didn’t say no, you know”.

“No” she said leaning back.

He stared at her for a second, his heart stumbling. Had he read this wrong?

“I will not fake date you. If you want a date, you can ask for one.”

She started to get up but Jason grabbed her hand gently “Will you go on a date with me, secret princess Marinette?” He said looking at her with soft eyes, smiling at her as a shy smile spread across her face.

“Yes, of course I will. I could never deny my soulmate.” She smiled wider. “But…” She paused hesitantly.

“But?” He asked nerves suddenly surfacing.

“But, where will we go? We’re already in a coffee shop…” she threw him a devastatingly wicked smile.

He groaned. This was his life now. He was never going to live this down.

Bonus:

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He held her hand as they walked out of the coffee shop, reveling in finally being able to touch her for more than a few seconds at a time. He could feel her warm skin whenever he wanted.

“One thing though,” she started as they left the coffee shop.

He groaned again and threw his head back in mock exasperation, “Oh God, what? You worried about your found family?”

“Oooo, that’s a good one, but no. I was thinking,” she said suddenly a bit bashful, “that we don’t want anyone to suspect that we are just pretending to be dating, right?”

He eyed her suspiciously, “Right… because we’re not.”

“Right, but we don’t want Dick to keep pushing, so we want to make sure we look completely comfortable with each other, right?”

A happy grin spread across his face as he caught onto where she was going with this, “right, so we should maybe practice. Things like being close to each other, holding hands, hugging, touching, kissing…”

“Exactly,” she nodded, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Just to make sure we completely convince Dick we are completely in love… so there’s no question.”

His hands cupped her cheeks as he stared into her eyes, “and I am” he whispered, lowering his head down to gently touch his lips to hers.

Slightly dirtier bonus:

“Oh God,” he said with sudden realization breaking the kiss.

“What?” Marinette asked concern edging into her expression.

“Am I the Alpha or the Omega in this relationship?”

She let out a loud laugh, wound her arms around his neck, and pulled him down for another more searing kiss. “Who said you had to choose? We can always switch.”

Thanks to @gajer-1226 for helping me figure out who share the one bed with.

And thanks to siderealSandman for teaching me what “switch” means.

Tag:

@fsketchart @jasonette-july-2k20

#maribat #jasonette #jasonette july 2k20

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professortennant · 3 years

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shall we dance? (a ted/rebecca ficlet)

The phone lights up, vibrating on the kitchen table, startling him. It’s the Diamond Dogs group chat sending thumbs up and encouragement. When he and Rebecca had started seeing each other, he had pretty firm boundaries about discussing the particulars of his relationship with his friends. Rebecca wasn’t a one-night stand (his only one-night stand, for that matter), she was their boss. But more than that, she was special.

And, honestly, up until now he hadn’t needed them. The transition from employer and employee to friends to more had been smoother than anticipated. They shouldn’t work on paper maybe, but there was something electric and addictive about being with her. Perhaps it had something to do with seeing each other at their lowest--sabotage and panic attacks and cracks in the veneer.

But dang it, some things just called for a little support and back up.

(”I told her I loved her and suddenly she’s acting like I didn’t get my cootie shot and I tell you, fellas, circle circle dot dot, I’ve been vaccinated since second grade when Penny Johnson wouldn’t play kickball with me until I--You know what, I got off track there, because I’m nervous and a little worked up and--”

“Ted,” Beard interrupted, looking even more sympathetic than normal. “Rebecca isn’t Michelle. She’s got her own set of baggage and maybe she doesn’t need you to give her all this space. Maybe she needs someone to stop her running away.”

Murmurs of agreement from Nathan and Higgins and a single grunt from Roy sealed the deal. The Diamond Dogs had struck again.)

Ted took a healthy sip of the red wine he had poured for them both, the takeaway he picked up from their favorite Italian restaurant around the corner warming in the oven, he debated on lighting a candle but figured that would have been overkill. He just needed to play it cool, not let her dance around the pink, heart-shaped elephant in the room.

Beard was right. Rebecca wasn’t Michelle. He couldn’t judge his and Rebecca’s problems on past relationships. And he hoped Rebecca certainly wasn’t lumping him in with ole Rupe-a-dupes.

“Ted?”

He startled, seeing Rebecca in the doorway looking surprised. “Did we have plans tonight? I thought I told you I couldn’t see you tonight, I--”

“Rebecca, listen, I know you said that but things have been feeling off between us and it’s driving me crazy and I couldn’t sleep--seriously, Ms. Shipley is going to evict me and--”

“Ted, everything is fine.” She leaned forward, pressing a soft, barely-there kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Really.”

But it rang hollow, the anxiety in Ted’s chest spiked. It felt like she was slipping away from him, but he couldn’t bring himself to take the words back: he loved her.

He searched for something, anything, to make her turn around and face him, to see him and talk to him, to stop avoiding him. And then, like a chain of lightning, it hit him.

Taking her hand in his, he tugged gently, leading her to living room, calling out to her home device to play music. Soft, trilling piano filled the silence.

“Ted, what--”

“Hey, hey--” He held out a hand to her, bowing slightly with a flourish. “Shall we dance?”

She frowned at him, eyes darting from his hand to his face and back. “I don’t understand.”

He shuffled closer, pulling her tentatively against him, one arm sliding around her waist and the other pulling their joined hands to his chest, slowly swaying them in a circle. His face nuzzled against hers, encouraging her to tuck herself against him. Maybe it would be easier to speak into shoulders and necks instead of open, vulnerable faces.

“I was thinking,” he said softly, voice low and rumbling in her ear. “Oklahoma worked pretty good, so maybe we could have something just for us? And I remember you recommending this particular phrase so, maybe when we have something we need to talk about, like, oh I don’t know, me telling you I love you--” She stiffens in his arms, moves to pull away, but he keeps a steady hold on her, pressing a reassuring kiss to her temple--”and you run off faster than a deer seeing headlights on a backroad in Missouri, well, I think we should talk about it and dance.”

For a moment, there is only the sounds of piano music and the sounds of the city. And then she sags against him, slides her arm up his shoulder and threads her fingers into his hair at the base of his neck.

“Okay,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against his neck. He closes his eyes, heart leaping.

“You don’t have to say it back, you know, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he tells her, still slowly waltzing them around their living room. stroking the small of her back and occasionally pressing small kisses to the side of her head. “It won’t make me stop lovin’ you just because you’re not there yet. Unless,” he swallows hard, holds her a little tighter. “Unless you don’t think you’ll ever feel that way and--”

“No,” she says it so loudly, jerking back to look at him, eyes wide and pleading. “No that’s not it at all, Ted. I--” She closes her eyes and shakes her head as if trying to dislodge a wayward thought.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asks her, twang dripping off the pet name as it always does. “Because I gotta tell you, I don’t know what to do. I want to give you space, but the last time I gave the woman I loved space, we ended up with so much space between us there was no comin’ back and I don’t want that for us.”

“I don’t want that either,” she confesses into the crook of his neck, her breath hot and sticky on his skin. He feels her press a kiss to the hollow of his throat before pulling back. Her skin is flushed, eyes glassy. “You scare me, Ted,” she says in a rush.

He stops swaying them side-to-side, but doesn’t let go of her. “What did I--”

She presses two fingers to his mouth, stops him from interrupting. (She had been delighted to learn that shutting Ted up was a lot more effective when she could simply lean over her desk and kiss him or occupy his mouth with other matters.)

“The last man that told me that he loved me, the last man who I thought I loved in return, took that love and twisted it into something that hurt me.”

“Rebecca, I would never--”

“I know,” she says with a small hiccup, tears at the corners of her eyes. “I know that,” she assures him, soothing her fingers over his concerned brow. “But old wounds linger.”

Ted trails his fingers down her jawline, cups her face in his palm and strokes his thumb over the sharp curve of her cheekbone. “I told you I loved you because that’s how I feel about you. No strings attached to that, not ever, not with me. Okay? And if you need your heart and your head to get on the same page, fine by me. I’m not going anywhere.”

When she kisses him, it is fierce and desperate, a week of dancing around each other has left them feeling disconnected. But she barely has to raise herself up onto her toes to press against him more firmly, slide her tongue against his, and scratch her nails against his scalp to light a fire in him. He grips her fiercely, kisses her back with everything he has, hands wandering over her backside and squeezing, pulling her against him.

He’s a firm believer of getting control over one’s emotions, but he’s pretty sure no one’s been faced with a handful of Rebecca and it bubbles out of him like a groan as he breaks the kiss to suck and nip at her neck, “Love you.”

She pushes him away and he winces, can’t believe he let himself get caught up in the moment, he’s better than this. An apology is on the tip of his tongue when she takes his face in both hands. “I love you, too, Ted.”

She grins at him shyly, eyes wide and shining with love and, in some ways something even more precious: trust.

Still, he has to make sure she knows he meant it about strings and expectations. “You don’t have to--”

But, as always, she’s three steps ahead of him. “I know, but I want to. I wanted to when you said it last week, but,--” She shrugs, trailing off. “Old wounds are still tender.”

He leans forward and kisses her softly on the forehead, lingering there for a moment, before pressing feather-light kisses to her nose and cheek and, finally, her mouth. She’s warm against him, pliant and loose, melting into him, pressing her hips against his, tugging at his hair.

(The food is forgotten in the oven, both of them settled and certain in their relationship. She isn’t running and he isn’t panicking. The bedroom walls hear nothing but the soft grunts and moans, the curses and panting, and the gentle trading of I love you over and over again.)

#ted x rebecca #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #it's just that i like the idea of them both losing their minds a little bc of old wounds and old relationships #but fighting through those insecurities together #(and also the lack of height difference is SO GOOD but i love that she's just a SMIDGE shorter than him sans heels and so she can do #my fave thing: tuck your head beneath your partner's chin or against their neck and just lean against them)#also i keep working up the nerve to write ted/rebecca smut bc i am DYING for it but i dont' think i've got the dynamics down yet #(i want rebecca to struggle to let go and ted 'i'm a caregiver' lasso to rEALLY take care of her and make her lose control #but i aLSO see rebecca blowing ted's goddamned mind and idk which i wanna write first #bc it's not like he'd say he's a vanilla sex kinda guy but rebecca....rebecca is so in control and knows what she wants and how she wants #to do it that he's just happy ot be along for the ride)#anyway #i love them #this was just writing practice

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fearfulkittenwrites · 3 years

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Healing (Because Gotham’s Winter Hurt You)

Based off of this fic, by @catxsnow

Word Count: 1231

Notes: Hello! If you haven't seen the post linked, please do before you read this work, or it might not make too much sense. It's 1000% worth the read. Also, be kind if you choose to comment, please. This is very personal and feels very raw. I wrote all of it down in one go and decided not to add anything to it after it was done, so it's all rather emotional to me. All that said, I hope you enjoy it!

“But... that’s just wrong.” Roy says, staring at Dick with concern.

Dick shrugs.

“He didn’t notice.”

“Well, he fucking should have.” Roy frowns, exasperated. He never wanted to break Batman’s face as much as he did now.

“I was the one that insisted on the uniform Roy.” Dick says “I should’ve just thought about that.”

“You were nine.” Roy shoots back “And you hadn’t even spent an entire year in Gotham to know what it’s winters are like.”

“I was smart enough to know that winters are cold.” Dick stares back at his friend “Besides, if I didn’t say anything it’s because I could take it.”

The redhead almost feels tears welling up in his eyes from how angry, frustrated, and scared he was for his friend. But he pushed those away; this wasn’t about him. He’d have time to cry and yell when he was alone in his room. He could put all of his frustrations into arrows and shoot them off into dummies during training. Right now, this was about Dick.

Roy reached across the table to hold his friends hand.

“He’s just such a little soldier, this one.” Jason’s voice popped up in his memories “He never sees how wrong Bruce is, all of the time. Would probably die for the man.”

Dick didn’t hold his hand, but he wasn’t pushing it away.

The acrobat’s eyes dropped to the ground.

“He didn’t mean it, he just never noticed it Roy.” He mumbles “He didn’t... It’s not his fault. He’s not a bad man. He’s not. He’s Batman, he can’t be a bad man.”

Even from the distance, Roy could see the wetness in Dick’s eyes.

“Dickie,” He calls “Dickie, look at me.” Dick shakes his head, like a stubborn child “Please.” Roy says in a softer voice.

He couldn’t just allow his friend to suffer like that.

He couldn’t let his friend keep on believing the ugly lies he had told himself.

Slowly, Dick peels his gaze from the floor and his sapphire eyes meet Roy’s. He was wrecked, just as much as he usually was; little cuts and bruises still healing from the fights, cheeks beginning to hollow from how little he had been eating and dark eye bags from the lack of sleep – and maybe lack of iron in his diet. But now, now there was another, brand new layer of mess. Now there were tears, threatening to spill out.

“It wasn’t his fault.” He still mumbles, and Roy couldn’t help but notice the ugly strands of saliva that clung to his friends lips as he spoke. The redhead wondered when was the last time he had eaten today.

“Dick-”

“It wasn’t... It can’t be his fault Roy.” Dick sobs, but he’s holding Roy’s hand now. Roy’s thumb slid gently across his friend's skin, feeling a scar from a small cut that had healed weird “It can’t...”

Roy could understand what he was trying to say.

It wasn’t his fault, because if it was his fault, every single certainty I had in this life will crumble right in front of my eyes.

That’s what Dick was feeling.

And it broke Roy’s heart that he’d be the one to kick down the first block of a painful domino trail.

But there was no one else there to do it.

Roy walks around the table they were sitting, not letting go of Dick’s hand for a second until he was close enough to pull him into a hug, shielding him from the world, hoping that this would make things easier for his friend.

“Dick. He should’ve noticed.” He says, pulling back to look at Dick, really look at him for the first time in some time. Dick looks down and shakes his head so Roy nods to contradicts his movements “Yes, yes he should have.”

“No, I-I should’ve said something, he wasn’t a mind reader, it’s not-”

“Dick, you were nine and he was your father.” Roy grabs his shoulder gently, trying to get Dick to look at him again.

“He just... you can’t blame him for... he just didn’t see it, it’s not like he was beating me...”

“Yes, but that’s still bad.” Roy insists “You understand how it’s still bad, right?” Dick still shakes his head “I need you to understand that, Dick. I need you to try to understand that this was bad.”

“I was just cold, it’s not that big of a deal-”

“Dick, you had hypothermia. Several times.” Roy says “It was a big deal.”

“No, no, it’s fine, I survived, and I’m stronger now, I’m-”

“Dick,” Roy grabs him harder now, almost desperate “It’s still bad. It shouldn’t have happened.”

“It’s not like he was actively abusing me, Roy.” Dick mumbles.

“Neglect is still abuse, Dick.” Roy says softly.

The silence in the room is palpable.

If one was to bring a butter knife to the room, one would’ve been able to slice through it and spread on toast.

“Dick. Neglect is still abuse.” Roy repeats.

“I-I,” Dick sobs, loudly “I know.”

The acrobat’s shoulders shake violently with the tears, rising and falling in a way that seems almost painful. Roy was grateful he was the one that had been there to talk to Dick. None of the other Titans, with the exception of Donna Troy, would have been able to handle this, and surely none of the bats. Dick rarely cried, but when he did, it was ugly and uncontrollable. Years of repressed tears falling out, screams ripping through his throat in an attempt to push out the pain he felt, drool staining faces and clothes, snot down his chin until his body gave out and he became a limp shell of a man, sometimes for a day or two before he could properly recover.

How’s all this repression working out for you, Batsy?

Roy pulled him into a tight hug.

“I know.” Dick mumbles between sobs “I know, I know. I know.”

Roy simply held him tighter, feeling Dick clinging to his clothes, fingers trying to grasp something, anything at all to support himself as he tried desperately to disappear, to melt into Roy’s chest, to become a puddle and be promptly cleaned by his surprisingly neat team. Of course, he couldn’t find enough support for that, and he fell from his chair, bringing Roy down with him. He still clung to the man, mumbling incoherent apologies.

“Shhh... it’s fine...” Roy tries to calm him down, fingers running through his hair and a firm hand on his back “It’s fine. I’m here, just let it out Dick. Let it out.”

And Dick does just that. Not by choice, but because the dam had already burst and it would take him some time before he could build the wall back up.

Roy wishes he could turn that dam into a river so bad.

Dick cries for what feels like an eternity, and it’s still not enough. He screamed into Roy’s chest for way too long, until his throat was hoarse and there was no way someone in the building didn’t know what was going on. Dick didn’t care, he couldn’t care, his mind just didn’t register it. And Roy didn’t care either, because there was no shame in this. Because if this was the first step towards Dick’s healing then whatever discomfort that may linger in the tower was worth it.

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birdy-bat-writes · 4 years

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Friends Day In

Word count: 2.3k

Prompt: You and Jason planned to spend the day together, until Roy called asking him to babysit.

I might rewrite this one in the future with a different character because I like the prompt. Hope you enjoy it!

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It was relatively cold for a summer day in Gotham. There was a breeze blowing and it didn’t smell like smoke. The sky was a rich blue and filled with white clouds. The sun was shining over the city. It was weird. But the good kind of weird. You weren’t used to Gotham looking this pretty, and neither were you used to playing dollies with a five-year-old, so nothing about today was normal. But you liked It!

The night before, you convinced Jason to take day off from everything and spend some time with you, because you hadn’t had a best friend’s day out in a very long time. He had been busy on missions away from you and you really missed him. Not as much as he missed you though. You hadn’t heard someone say yes that quickly in your life! The two of you had decided on meeting up at his place and going out later. The evening would end with dinner although you hadn’t decided if it would be a ‘takeout and movies’ kind of night, or the ‘chili dogs and strolling down the street’ type yet. You supposed you’d let the magic of the moment bring you to a decision, because either way if you were together you had something to enjoy.

That morning you hopped out of bed with a spring in your step. You were definitely more willing to get out of bed than you usually were, but who could blame you? You hadn’t had any quality time Jason in weeks. The idea of seeing your best pal and crush after that long was enticing enough to get you to pick out your clothes, finish a shower and breakfast all in under an hour. Somewhere around 12:00 pm, you headed oto your car, or should we say, skipped to your car and made your way downtown, opening the windows and enjoying the cool air.

Jason was in a similar position. He too, woke up feeling more energized and got through his morning routine much quicker than necessary, but he couldn’t help himself. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, paired with his favorite leather jacket, to give him the boost he knew he’d need today. Jason was looking forward to seeing you today for more than one reason; the first obviously being that he missed you, and the second being that he realized he didn’t want to have to miss you as much as he did and today would be the day he would confess how he felt about you. He had been in love with you for about year, and now he wanted you to know. So, he stared at his TV, not really paying attention to what was playing. He only glanced at his phone to check the time.

The next time he picked up his phone it buzzed it his hand. Roy was calling. “Hey, Roy. What’s up?”

“Jay, there’s an emergency.”

“What’s wrong?” Jason’s casual tone shifted to something a little more serious.

“There’s something going on in Star City. Oliver needs me.”

“Oka-,”

“Of course, I’ll watch her, don’t worry about it. And Roy, in our line off work, there isn’t exactly time off. Will you drop her over?” Jason could hear the panic in Roy’s voice and kept his own soft. This must be really bad. The last thing he wanted was to give Roy another reason to worry and taking are of Lian was the least he could do for his best pal.

The unfortunate downside to this would be that he would miss out on his time with you. He knew you would understand but the pang of guilt in his chest still stayed. He was just about to call you when he heard his doorbell ring. He opened the door to you, wearing that slightly apologetic look and you knew something was up.

“Hi, what’s wrong?”

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. Somethings come up.”

“That’s okay, but… What’s going on?”

“Roy needs to leave town for an emergency, and he needs me to take care of Lian. There was no one else he could find in time.”

“That’s alright, Jay. We could meet up another day.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He had an idea. “But you know you’re welcome to stay. We can have a friend’s day in!”

“That sounds great, but what about Lian?”

“We can hang out while she’s here. She’s an absolute angel. When did you meet her last?”

“Well it’s been a while, I haven’t seen her in like a year.”

“You should stay. We can babysit together. She’ll love you.” He flashed you his signature smile, dimples and all. You were a little hesitant, you didn’t want to take up too much of his time if he was busy. You knew what Roy and Jason did wasn’t easy and things often came up, so you were more than understanding. Jason then added a, “Please?”

“Okay.”, you said, putting your purse down the table.

Only minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jason opened the door and saw Roy with duffle bag thrown over his shoulder and his daughter in his arms. She had a little Dora the Explorer backpack with her and she was smiling, flaunting gaps in her baby teeth.

“Uncle Jay!”

“Hey kiddo!” Roy put her down and she hugged Jason’s legs. He smiled down at her adorable behavior and crouched down to her level, “Why don’t go inside and turn on the TV? We can watch Power Rangers.” He watched her speed away into his apartment and then stood back up. “Roy, be careful Ok?”

“When am I not?” He smirked. “Don’t worry its nothing too crazy, so I’ll only be gone for a few hours. Thanks for doing this.”

“No problem.”

While Jason was and Roy shared their well-wishes, Lian and ran into the living room at speeds that could rival the Flash, and then stopped. She was looking at you, visibly confused.

“Hi! I’m Y/N. You must be Lian. I’m friends with your dad and Jason.” She nodded plopped herself on the couch, one cushion away from you.

“Do you like power Rangers?”

“I do. Which one’s your favorite?”

“Blue one.”

“Blue’s my favorite color.”

“Me too!” She’s so cute. She rummaged through her little backpack and pulled out a small blue whale and two barbie dolls. “Your name is Y/N?”

“Yeah.” You wanted to think it was just something kids did, but something seemed odd about the way she started staring at you. Right on time Jason waked into the living room. He took in the sight of you intently watching power Rangers and holding a doll in your hand next to a small child plying with a whale plushy.

“Anyone hungry?”, he called out.

“Me!” Lian responded.

“PB&J like usual?” She nodded cheerily in response. “Anything for you, Y/N?”

“Can I get a PB&J too?” You asked.

“Anything for my favorite girls.” He said with a breathy laugh and disappeared off into the kitchen. He could kiss his plans of confessing today goodbye, but on the bright side now he had a little more time to plan it. He made four sandwiches and cut the crust off of one. He decided to go the extra mile and cut the sandwich into a heart just to see Lian get excited over it.

He walked back to the living room and put the plates down on the coffee table. He looked up for you and Lian, but you weren’t in the room. He walked around a bit and heard a giggle from the second bedroom. His heart melted at the sight. Lian was sitting on your lap while you were braiding her hair, tying it with a bow hair tie. “Pretty as a princess!”, you called her. Jason had no idea you were that good with kids. It was endearing.

Smiling lightly, he said, “Lunch is ready.” Lian jumped off of you and walked to the living room, picking up her heart-shaped sandwiched. She gasped,

“Thank you!” and began eating her sandwich. You stood next to jason and looked at the little girl in awe.

The day consisted of Pokémon marathons, hide and seek, and a game of tag that ended up with Jason picking you up and running around the apartment. You did the same with Lian the next round. The cheerful energy of little children was very contagious, but at some point, the energy burned out. The three of you sat down to take break before putting Lian down for a nap. Today you saw a side of Jason you didn’t even know existed. He was always calmer and goofier when you were around, but when he was with Lian, it was something else. You fell for him even more, if that was possible. Seeing him with her made your lips involuntarily perk up at the corners. And then it happened.

“Hey uncle jay?”

“Hm?”

“Is this the girl you’re always talking to Daddy about? The soulmate?” you saw Jason stiffen. You were very intrigued though. Jason talked about you to Roy? “Her name is Y/N too. Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, she’s not my girlfriend.” He was genuinely mortified.

“I think she wants to be your girlfriend.” Now it was your turn to stiffen. How did she-? “She hugs you a lot.”

“Lian aren’t you tired? Let’s get you to bed.”

“Okay. Uncle Jay, you should kiss her.” Jason picked her up and hurried into the guest bedroom, leaving you a blushing mess where you sat.

He returned around ten minutes later, looking pretty tired himself. “I. Am. Exhausted”

“Same here,” you replied. “You’re really good with kids.”

“So are you.”

“Lian is such a sweetheart! Roy is going to have to deal with me a lot more now.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I want visit Lian all the time.”

“Oh.”

“Hey, can I ask you something?” He nods.

“What was Lian talking about when she said you spoke to Roy about me?”

“Well,” I guess confessing is back on the table. “I talked to Roy about you because I wanted his advice.” You gave him the ‘please elaborate’ look. “I like you.” He finally blurted out.

You looked up at him feeling butterflies. “I like you too, Jay.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you could feel your heart racing. Jason met your eyes, grinning ear to ear and asked,

“So, does this mean I can ask you on a date?”

“I believe it does.”

“Y/N, would you like to go out with me sometime?”

“Yeah I would.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I am a little concerned though.”

“About?”

“You were trained by the world’s greatest detective, and yet, a five-year-old figured that I liked you before you did.” Jason’s expression turned into one of both shock and disappointment and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Todd, you’re losing your edge. You were beaten by a toddler.”

“Huh, so were you!” The two of you joked around quietly as not to wake the toddler in the other room. “You know it’s only 6:30. Feel like staying for dinner?”

“I’d like that.” You were looking up him due to the height difference.

The phone rang. Roy was calling to let Jason know he would be by to pick Lian up soon. The two of you sat comfortably and put on a movie.

“You sure you don’t want to watch power Rangers? I know how much you love the blue one.” He teased, which earned him a light punch to the shoulder.

Soon after, Lian woke up from her nap and crawled in between you. There was comfortable silence in the room. Jason had his arm around you, and you nuzzled into him holding Lian. The way Lian held his hand made your heart swell. He was going to be the best father one day.

Just then the doorbell rang. “That’s your dad.” She climbed down and walked with Jason to the door.

“Daddy!”

“Hey princess!” He lifted her into his arms. “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! I played with Jay and Auntie Y/N.”

“Oh, wow.” Roy looked at Jason with an eyebrow raised. “Auntie Y/N?” as if on cue, you showed up at the door.

“Hey, Lian you forgot your backpack.” You said handing it to her. “Roy! Oh, my goodness I haven’t seen you in a month! You have got to come over more.” You said, hugging him.

“I definitely will.” He said, hugging back with one arm.

“Good. Bye guys! I’ll see you soon!” And with that you, turned back and made your way to the kitchen.

“Roy how’d everything go? Is the city Ok?”, Jason asked.

“Yeah, yeah. City’s fine, Ollie’s fine. What’s up with you two? Did you finally tell her?”, Roy asked expectantly. With a smirk and a dramatic sigh, Jason replied,

“All I will say is that your daughter is a much better wing woman than you.” He punctuated his sentence by high fiving the little girl in Roy’s arms.

“ARE YOU GUYS DAT-?!”

“Bye, Roy! Bye, Lian! See you guys later…!” And he closed the door, fully expecting his phone to be flooded with messages in an hour, but in the meantime, he planned on taking advantage of some much-needed alone time with his new girlfriend.

“So, princess, where would you like to go for dinner?” Snaking your arms around his torso, you said,

“I don’t know, what do you feel like having?”

“You in my arms.” Your face heated up.

“I meant for dinner! And I’m already in your arms.” He chuckled lightly.

“Chinese takeout?”

“Chinese takeout.”

“And movies?”

“Of course.”

“…. Cuddles?”

“Like we don’t do that anyway.” All in all, that day did not go as planned but you weren’t about to complain.

#batfam #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd fluff #lian harper #roy harper #red hood #arsenal #batfam fluff #fluff #writers #writing #babysitting #red arrow #batboys x reader

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irwinkitten · 4 years

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boxed up lives | c.h

notes: we are on day two of the birthday fic week! these prompts were picked out by @gorgeouslygrace! prompts: “After everything that we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” | “You make me happy.” warnings: none word count: 1.2k

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It felt like all you ever seemed to do was pack up your life to move into the next temporary place you would call home as you tried to maneuver living in the city.

“How many times is this in eight months now?” Calum’s exasperated whine from the living room made you snort in amusement as you folded the cardboard box closed.

“Third time in eight months. The first one couldn’t exactly be helped with the gas leak and all that.” You fired back as you lifted the box, placing it on the stack of boxes that were sat by your front door.

“And the rodent infestation in this place. You really know how to pick them.” And you rolled your eyes.

“Well I’m waiting on a phone call before we can start loading the boxes and then we’ll get going. How’s that sound Mr ‘Do-I-Have-To-Lift-This’?”

You heard laughter from the open front door and turned to see Ashton making his way to yours.

“Cal playing you up again?”

“When doesn’t he.” The whine from the living room made the two of you laugh before you made your way further in.

Calum had stacked all the boxes neatly and was lounging on the couch, his body leaning back, hands resting behind his head. You rolled your eyes as you glanced at your silent phone, wondering when you’d get the call before sinking next to him on the couch. Ashton perched himself against the stack of boxes.

“So this new place, you been to see it?” You nodded at Ashton’s question, sinking closer to Calum without even realising. His arm had shifted to rest across the back of your shoulders, almost a silent invite that you wanted to accept.

But you didn’t give in so easily.

“Yeah, it’s not a bad place. I know a few people were bidding on the property to get a holding deposit down, but I’d gotten there first.” Your ringtone broke the sentence and you were quick to pick it up.

“I’m calling about the property you’re due to move in to.” There was no preamble, no small talk and you could feel your stomach sink as you let your elbow rest on your knees, your chin resting on your free hand.

“Is everything okay?” This caught their attention.

“Not really. We’ve just been given notice on the site. The owner of the land has decided and received permission to tear down the property.” Your heart sank into your stomach whilst your stomach descended further into the floor.

“When was this decided?”

“The decision came through this morning. We were only notified a couple of hours ago. I’ll have the holding fee refunded back to your account. I really am sorry about this and I wish you all the luck in finding another place.” The call went silent and you could feel the panic and fear send you spiraling

You wanted to scream.

The world seemed to be going into a tunnel vision, your vision spinning. Both Calum and Ashton shouted your name, but it was only when Calum entered your vision, you allowed yourself to snap back and you finally noticed that you were struggling for breath.

“Slow breaths, c’mon.” Calum instructed and you followed him until your head cleared and the dizziness stopped.

“What happened?” Ashton’s voice was quiet, but you could see the concern in his features as you finally wiped the tears from your face away.

“The owner of the land, they got planning permission to tear down the property.” You saw them both exchange concerned looks before Ashton nodded and Calum refocused on his attention to you.

“”We’ll store the boxes at Ashton’s place for now and you’re staying with me. Roy moved out a couple of weeks ago so I was going to be looking for a housemate anyway.” Calum’s reassurance didn’t stop the pit of fear bubbling under the surface, but it placated the panic in your chest.

“Are you sure?” The question was barely a whisper but Ashton smiled.

“What are friends for? And anyway, you’ll be doing Cal a favour by staying with him. Your stuff is fine to sit at mine till you figure out where to go next. And maybe this time we can help you pick a place that doesn’t have a gas leak, isn’t infested with rodents and won’t get demolished.”

This drew a watery giggle from your lips as you took in slow deep breaths before you finally stood up, Calum steadying your balance.

“Lets get everything packed up to go then. I need to be out by six.”

Both of them made it easier by joking around, pretending the lightest boxes were the heaviest. The laughter eased the fear even more and by the time that the boxes had been unloaded at Ashton’s, despite the ache in your bones, you were reassured that you had people who had your back.

Eventually you got to Calum’s and you were practically falling asleep on him, making him laugh as he tried to nudge you to the spare room.

But you stubbornly clung to him, whining when he successfully got you into the spare room.

It was easy for you to pass out and let the stress of the day go.

When you next woke up, midday had come and gone and you felt more exhausted than ever. But you made yourself get up, dragging yourself downstairs to where Calum was sitting in the lounge.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty.” The tease was natural as you stuck your tongue out at him in return. He chuckled as you slumped down into the available spot next to him.

“Thank you for this Cal. This is all feeling hellish.” You murmured and he pulled you closer, his lips pressing to your temple.

“Can’t help but seem to need to rescue a pretty thing in distress.” You snorted at that.

“Shut up. Sometimes I feel like you’ve only ever helped me out of feeling bad and nothing else.” You admitted softly, causing him to pull away, an incredulous look crossing his features.

“Really?” Your confused gaze met his stunned one and you nodded. “You do realise that I’m entirely in love with you, right?”

Your confusion turned into shock as you stared at him.

“Calum?”

“Are you really fucking serious? After everything that we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?” And suddenly you could feel the shame of just trying to pass off each gesture he’d done, every touch, every kiss to your head. You felt lost for words.

“I’m sorry, I thought-I didn’t realise that you-fuck. I tried to fool myself into thinking you weren't interested in me like that because I was scared that we’d lose us.”

Your admittance softened his stunned look of frustration, to one of exasperated amusement.

“You make me happy. Why should I deny myself that with you?” And you felt like smacking your head off the coffee table.

“Cal, I’m so sorry. I’m a whole fucking dumbass.” You muttered and he could only smile as his hand lifted up, curling his fingers around your cheek, his grip firm yet gentle and you felt every wall you’d ever built crumble down in those few seconds.

“Kiss and make up?” He whispered and you could only nod, feeling your eyes fall shut as his lips met yours and you practically melted against him.

“We’ll work this out together, I promise.” He murmured when he’d pulled his lips away, his forehead resting against yours.

You could only kiss him in response.

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 40 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters here on AQ or here if you’d rather read on AO3. xoxo!

Thank you so so much to @saiphl and @sillylittlecandycane for beta-reading!!

Chapter Summary: Courtney does her best to support Adore’s new relationship, even as Tati comes to a disappointing realization.

Chapter 40: Don’t Cry Out Loud

“Omigod, your dorm room is so cute!” Courtney squealed, and Roy hid a smile, settling down on the bed. Of course Courtney would find the stark white, institutional shared room which was barely bigger than a prison cell just adorable.

He lounged on the bed, wordlessly stretching his arms out, grin deepening when she immediately climbed up to settle into his embrace, sighing softly. He kissed her hair, breathing in the familiar scent of her, wondering why it felt like a million years had passed since they last saw each other. He wanted to go back home for their anniversary a few weeks ago, but midterms had been kicking his ass and he just couldn’t take the time away. Courtney seemed fine about it, even telling him not to worry when he’d promised to make it up to her, but he was aware that she might be harboring some resentment.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured. “I’m so, so sorry I had to cancel the last-”

She silenced him with a kiss, passionate and deep, her fingers digging into his shoulders telling him that all was forgiven, that she still loved him, that they were good.

“I missed you, too…” Her arms tightened around him. “Anyway, Happy Belated Anniversary…”

“Two years,” he said, kissing her lightly. “It’s been pretty good, huh?”

“The best.”

It was a few minutes before he felt any need to speak again, content to hold her close, occasionally seeking out her lips for soft, messy kisses. He tried to keep himself from getting too excited, since he was aware that his roommate could easily burst in at any moment. (Joe had promised to sleep elsewhere, but it was only 5 pm, so he didn’t think that deal had begun just yet.)

Soon though, Courtney had rolled over on top of him, body warm and pliant, kisses growing more and more heated. When her hands drifted down to his fly, tugging at the button, he regretfully stopped her, breathing hard.

“We should, uh...wait a little bit. Just until I know we can have some real privacy.”

“Okay,” she agreed, sitting up, running a hand through her hair. She tossed him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he assured her, kissing her hand. “I’m just trying to avoid a potentially embarrassing situation.”

“Mmhmm…”

As he sat up, leaning against the wall, she moved towards him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“So...I’ve told you all about my classes and stuff. What’s new back home? Anything interesting?”

“Uhh...I dunno. Murial’s still a pain in the ass, my mom has a new boyfriend, same old shit.”

Roy laughed. “Is he as weird as the last one?”

“Thankfully no. But...well, he’s almost suspiciously normal.”

“Keep your door locked at night,” Roy joked.

“Yuck.” Courtney hit him on the arm, shaking her head.

“How are the neighborhood kids? I haven’t talked to Bob in weeks, is he good?”

“Yeah, I think so. I haven’t seen him that much outside of class. I’ve been hanging out with Adore’s friends most of the time.”

“Oh yeah? Is Violet behaving?” He raised a curious eyebrow at her.

“Shockingly, yes. And Adore has a new girlfriend,” she added, almost as an afterthought.

“Oh...” Roy paused, unsure how he was supposed to react to this news. Somehow, he didn’t think that jubilation was called for. “Anyone I know?”

“No, she’s a new girl. Tatianna. She’s cool, and like...so pretty.”

“Well...good for Adore.”

“Yeah, it’s really good!” Courtney said. “They have so much in common. Tati plays bass, and they’re into the same music, and like...they fit really well together, you know?”

“Uh huh.” An unsettled feeling began to creep into Roy’s chest. That old, nagging feeling that he could never get rid of when it came to Courtney and her best friend.

“I’m like, so, so happy for her,” Courtney continued. “It’s been awhile since she’s dated anyone, and like...it’s really great to see her happy. I really think that this one will last. At least, I hope. It’s only been a few weeks, I guess. Less than a month. Right now they’re all giddy, in that like, honeymoon stage. You know? It’s really cute.”

“So...I mean, are you two still hanging out, or is she kinda occupied?” Roy asked slowly. He knew how much Courtney had suffered last year, how miserable she’d been without Adore, and he had no desire for her to relive that.

“We’re hanging out a lot! Yeah, it’s funny, it’s kind of been a lot of the three of us. Which is cool because I’m getting to know Tati too. I think you’d like her, she’s really sweet and funny and had this kind of sarcasm that catches you totally off guard. She’s great.”

“Um...yeah, great.”

Roy cleared his throat, swinging his legs off the side of the bed, suddenly itching for a change of topic, a change of scenery. He reached out a hand to Courtney.

“Do you wanna go for a walk? I can show you the campus and then we can come back and change for dinner. I think you’re gonna really like the restaurant I found.”

“Sounds perfect,” Courtney beamed at him with that smile, the one that never failed to melt his heart, twist up his insides, make him believe, if only for a second, that life was truly good. He grinned back, dimples deep in his cheeks, pulling her in for a tight embrace.

He was able to convince himself, that night, that everything was fine. The distance he felt was just a normal part of living apart. That this awkward year was just a necessary thing for them to get through before they could be together for real, like adults.

Roy wasn’t naive, he knew that people grew apart and that nothing was guaranteed--but there wasn’t a single version of his future that he could fathom without her in it. So the next day as they said goodbye, once again, the promise of being reunited soon over Thanksgiving kept it from being too bittersweet. Courtney certainly seemed unconcerned, hugging him tightly and whispering “I love you” into his neck.

He breathed her in once more, the feel of her post-shower hair damp against his cheek. He wished that she could stay longer, but she had what was sure to be a long drive ahead of her, and he had a paper to write.

“Call me when you get home…”

“I will.” She smiled up at him, began to unwind her arms from his waist, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t look so sad. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

Before she got too far away, though, Roy pulled her back one last time, holding her against his chest again, unwilling to let go just yet. “Five more seconds…”

Courtney giggled, hugging him back, whispering, “Take as many as you need…”

Adore was cute. She was really cute. And fun, and chill, and everything Tati felt like she needed after the trauma of a cross-country move.

There was just one problem. Well, maybe not a problem. A concern. Something that, at first she’d brushed off as paranoia, but the more she got to know Adore and her friends, the more it bugged her. It didn’t seem to matter that they’d been best friends for years, or that Courtney had a boyfriend (albeit one whom Tati had never seen in the flesh). Something about it was just...uncomfortable.

Tonight though, she decided to put it out of her mind. At Adore’s suggestion, they were having a chill movie night. They’d just received a bountiful order from the delivery guy--two stuffed-crust pizzas, wings, garlic knots, and whatever else they felt compelled to order after smoking in the tree house.

Tati set all the food out on the coffee table while Adore shuffled through her DVD collection.

“I promise, you’re gonna love it,” Adore said, punctuating her statement with a wink in Tati’s direction.

“I trust your taste,” Tati said, settling onto the sofa with a sigh.

Adore found the DVD she wanted and began to load it in when a familiar voice sounded from the doorway.

“Hi guys! What’s up?”

Courtney.

Tati felt bad, for thinking of her as a problem. She was a perfectly nice girl, friendly and fun and charming--but she was also always there. It seemed like she and Adore barely ever spent time together without Courtney being involved in some way. And it wouldn’t bother Tati so much, except that there was this weird energy between them, something all their other friends had just decided to ignore, apparently.

Or maybe Tati was just paranoid, overly judgmental? She bit her lip, guilt once again washing over her, that she covered with a friendly wave and a bright, “Hey Court!”

Adore looked up, slightly puzzled.

“Hi babe...I thought you were doing your whole...anniversary extravaganza thing with Roy.”

“Oh yeah, I was! It was so amazing, he’d planned this perfect romantic night, totally overboard just like always, and then brunch today.” Courtney giggled, and Tati didn’t miss the wistful expression that flickered across Adore’s face. “Anyway, I just got back, traffic was a nightmare, it took me 4 hours, blah blah blah. What are you guys up to?”

“Movie night.”

“Awesome, what are you watching?”

“Tati’s never seen The Craft. So..”

“Omigod, really?” Courtney flopped down onto the sofa. “You’re gonna love it, it’s so good. What kind of pizza is this?”

“Uhh, we have one pepperoni, and one mushroom…” Adore caught Tati’s eye, responding to the incredulous look on her face with an apologetic little shrug, pressing play on the DVD player and standing up to join them on the sofa. So, it seemed pretty clear that she wasn’t going to tell Courtney that this was a date night.

“Ughh, I love you! Thanks for getting one without meat.”

“Thank Tati, I hate mushrooms,” Adore laughed, sitting down between them.

“Tati, I love you. You’re beautiful.” Courtney leaned over Adore to blow a kiss at Tati, who caught it half-heartedly.

Tati couldn’t concentrate on the movie. Her whole attention was focused on Courtney and Adore, and their every giggly, weirdly flirtatious interaction.

She was definitely, definitely not being paranoid. As she inched herself further and further away, scrunching against the arm of the sofa, Courtney seemed to be doing the opposite. It began with her feet in Adore’s lap, then shifted to a head on her shoulder, then finally she settled into her most comfortable position: curled up with her head resting on the pillow in Adore’s lap.

Adore didn’t seem to mind one bit, either, or notice that anything was amiss. She and Courtney spent the whole movie giggling and reciting their favorite lines along with the characters, and eventually, her fingers began to drift absentmindedly through Courtney’s blonde hair.

After what felt like seven excruciating hours, the credits finally began to roll.

Courtney sat up, bright-eyed, stretching.

“God that movie is so good!” she said, then added in a deep voice, “You girls watch out for those weirdos.”

Adore laughed uproariously, replying with, “We are the weirdos, mister!”

“So uh...I guess you guys probably like...want some alone time now, huh?” Courtney asked.

It took all of Tati’s self control not to roll her eyes. But the truth was, she couldn’t even be annoyed at Courtney. Adore was the one who should have told her to leave.

“Do you mind?” Adore asked, and Courtney stood up, giving her a suggestive wink.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she said, kissing Adore on the top of the head and then moving to Tati, giving her a hug.

“I don’t think that works here, babe,” Adore said, laughing.

“Okay well then…” A cheeky grin pulled at Courtney’s lips and she said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do after like 4 shots.” She punctuated that statement by licking her lips suggestively.

Adore giggled again, shaking her head and saying, “Get out of here, idiot!”

“Nighty-night, kids!” Courtney called, heading for the back door.

Tati swallowed. She knew that Adore would probably want to mess around now, but she didn’t have the energy to fake it. Nina was right. Jumping into this way too fast was a mistake. She needed friends, or the year would just be a total misery, and she was super grateful to have found their group. But if she got in any deeper with Adore, there was a chance she’d jeopardize that. So she stood up, picking her bag off the ground, and said, “I should probably take off, too.”

“What? Why?” Adore looked confused.

“Uh...you know, it’s getting late, so…” Tati began to put on her jacket, and Adore jumped up to grab the sleeve.

“I thought you were staying over. My mom’s at work…”

“Well…” Tati hesitated, knowing that she had to handle this delicately, or risk losing all of her new friends.

“What’s wrong?” Adore asked, biting her lip.

“I just...I had a different idea of how tonight would go,” Tati finally explained.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry about that, she’s not always great at reading the room,” Adore said, unable to keep the affectionate chuckle out of her voice.

“It’s not her.”

“It’s not?” Adore’s brow furrowed deeper.

“I mean...it’s just the way you are with her, the way you look at her. And why didn’t you just tell her to leave?”

The red began to creep into Adore’s cheeks. “I guess I didn’t think I...should.”

“Right.” Tati finished putting on her jacket and slung her bag over her shoulder.

“Wait, Tati. You don’t understand.” Adore’s hazel eyes were glassy, her voice desperate as she clung to Tati’s sleeve. “It’s really complicated, with her.”

Of course Tati understood. Inappropriate, uncomfortable crushes were practically a right of passage for teenage lesbians. Hers was a friend from camp, a girl who still made her heart ache every time she thought about her.

“Yeah, no, I do get it. Actually.” Tati took Adore’s hand and squeezed it. “I guess I just didn’t realize how complicated until tonight.”

“Please don’t go,” Adore begged, still gripping her sleeve.

Tati leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek.

“You’re beautiful, you know that? But, it just seems like you guys have a whole--”

Tears began to slip down Adore’s cheeks and Tati stopped abruptly.

“Fuck,” Adore whispered hoarsely.

“I won’t say it out loud, if you don’t want me too.”

Adore bit her trembling lip, nodding, then swiped at her eyes with the back of her hands, finally releasing Tati’s arm.

“Yeah, please...please don’t.”

“Okay.” Tati took a deep breath. It didn’t seem right to just leave her here crying. But on the other hand, she was fairly certain that the tears had nothing to do with her and everything to do with her bestie next door. “We’re still friends, right?”

“Yeah, of course,” Adore sniffled, nodding.

Tati pulled her in for one last tight, quick hug and headed for the door, sighing. So much for a fun and inconsequential little fling.

“Here you go, Grandma.” Courtney carried the cup and saucer to her grandmother at the kitchen table, setting her tea down carefully. “Do you want some of that cranberry biscotti you like, too?”

“Yes, thank you, dear,” Muriel said, and Courtney skipped over to the cupboard, feeling like an absolute model granddaughter. She’d gotten home to find Muriel in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes after dinner, and immediately offered her assistance, scrubbing out a pot, loading the dishwasher, and then making her grandmother a cup of tea as she’d sat down heavily at the kitchen table. Surely she deserved an award of some kind for being this considerate and helpful.

She arranged several biscotti artfully on a plate when a knock at the kitchen door caught her attention. She set the cookies down and then opened the door, surprised to find Adore there, eyes a bit red and watery. (Of course, these days, Adore’s eyes were usually red, as she seemed to have upped the weed smoking quite a bit.)

“Hey...are you alright?”

Adore nodded.

“Where’s Tatianna?” Courtney asked.

“Uh, we sort of...broke up.”

“Oh no!” Courtney slipped outside, shutting the door behind her, feeling like this was a conversation that Muriel didn’t need to hear. “I’m so sorry!”

Courtney pulled Adore in for a hug, trying to hide her relief. She really did feel bad, even if part of her was jealous about all the attention Adore was lavishing on the new girl; mostly, she just hated to see Adore upset. She put her hands on Adore’s shoulders, pulling back a bit to look into her eyes. Up close, it was clear now that she’d been crying.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s cool, I’ll be cool, I just…” Adore sighed. “Bonnie’s at work, and I just really didn’t want to be alone.”

Courtney nodded, gently tucking a lock of hair behind Adore’s ear. She hated seeing her best friend sad, of course, but it felt good to be the one she came to for comfort.

“Do you wanna stay over tonight?” Courtney asked.

“Is that okay?” Adore bit her lip, eyes flicking to Courtney’s grandmother, visible through the kitchen window.

“Of course! Anytime.” Courtney hugged her again. “Come on in. Have some of Gary’s artisan gelato.”

“Sounds perfect,” Adore said, finally flashing that winning smile, just like when they were kids and Courtney could solve any problem with ice cream. She grinned back, pressing a kiss to Adore’s temple before pulling her inside.

Adore lay awake, staring at the faint glow-in-the-dark star stickers all over Courtney’s ceiling. She couldn’t shake that nagging, uncomfortable feeling she’d had ever since Tati had said, or rather not said, what she had earlier.

Was Adore that obvious? Did everyone know?

And more importantly...did Courtney know?

She shifted her weight to her side, facing Courtney now, who was sleeping peacefully, one blonde curl falling across her face. She studied the way the moonlight illuminated her features. She’d spent so many hours of her life looking at that face, and almost as many dreaming about it. And still, sometimes, it was like she was a stranger. It was odd to think about how someone she’d known so long, shared some of her deepest secrets with, could be in the dark about something so monumentally big.

For a moment, Adore wondered if Tati was right. Should she just tell Courtney how she felt? Lay all her cards on the table? Deal with whatever heartbreak, whatever pain might result?

“Court?” she whispered, inching closer, brushing her hair away from her face.

“Mmm?” Courtney’s eyes fluttered, her arms instinctively wrapping around Adore’s waist, pulling her closer.

“I need to tell you something.”

Courtney opened her eyes, blinking awake, and immediately her brow creased with concern. It wasn’t until then that Adore realized that she’d been crying.

“What is it, Dory? Are you okay?” Courtney asked.

“Yeah, I just...um…” Adore took a deep, shaky breath, the oxygen filling her lungs like a splash of cold water to the face.

“What?” Courtney’s thumbs gently dried her tears. “Is it about Tatianna?”

“I...I…” She gazed into Courtney’s eyes in the dim, moonlit room, breath hitching, unable to get the words out.

“What? Are you okay?” Her voice was so soft and warm and caring, hands still cradling Adore’s cheeks, and Adore knew that it was now or never.

She could be honest, in this moment. On the lumpy mattress they’d shared countless times over the years, underneath the dimly-glowing star stickers on Courtney’s ceiling. She could confess, unburden her aching heart, and maybe it would all be fine. But...what if it wasn’t?

“Um...yeah. I guess I’m just sad.” Adore gulped, her nerve suddenly gone, every ounce of courage dissolved in an instant. Her heart pounded as if she’d narrowly escaped death, as if a truck had just swerved into her bike lane, missing her by inches.

“I’m so sorry,” Courtney said, pulling her close, wrapping her into a warm embrace, lips pressed to her temple.

“Thanks. Thanks for...being here,” Adore sniffled.

“I’ll always be here. I love you, Dory.”

“Me too,” Adore said, eyes falling closed as fresh, hot tears trickled down her cheeks. She wished that Courtney knew exactly how much, but even more than that, she was relieved that she hadn’t taken that terrifying leap into the unknown.

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loudsuitlover · 4 years

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Doctor Harry XIII. El Pájaro Azul

A/N: This is smut, filfthy and meaningful because that’s a thing; and some angst but some fluff too.

Thanks for all the support and the time you put not only on my story but also on talking to me, you guys are awesome!

INDIE’S POV

Something stirs me awake. I don’t know when I fell asleep but through sleepy eyes I can see Harry tucking me into bed. He’s left my laptop on my desk too and the only light on is the one coming from his phone screen on the bedside table.

“What are you doing?” I croak.

“Tucking you into bed, Sleeping Beauty. Fell asleep on your Brad Pitt” he jokes “seems like you don’t like him that much to me.”

I smile at his silliness and feel him press a chaste kiss on my cheek.

“Don’t leave.” I let my sleepy mind take over.

“I won’t. I’m just not sleepy yet.”

“Well, cuddle with me.” I pout with my eyes closed and feel him getting into bed next to me.

I rest my head on his chest and let him invade my senses. His scent, the sound of his heartbeat, his warmth…

“Harry”

“Yes.”

“Next time we could watch Ad Astra.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“I like that movie. You know Roy McBride actually reminds me of me.”

“Okay, I guess this is the kind of silly things you say when you’re falling asleep.”

“He says ´so many times in my life I screwed up: I've talked when I should've listened, I've been harsh when I should've been tender´ and I’ve done that a lot.”

I feel his hands holding me. I like being this close to him.

“I am focused on the essentials, to the exclusion of all else. I'm unsure of the future but I'm not concerned. I will rely on those closest to me, and I will share their burdens, as they share mine. I will live and I will love.”

I fall asleep.

I’m cold. I shimmy to warm myself up and notice my quilt covers me up to my forehead. I finally open my eyes and realize I’m alone in my bed. Checking the time on my phone, I realize it’s four am. I remember Harry telling me he wasn’t going to leave before I fell asleep but he might have if he didn’t manage to sleep himself.

I can finally breathe through my nose without a single bother but my mouth is dry, probably because of the salty popcorn. I get up from my bed decided on drinking from the tap on the bathroom but when I make my way back towards my bed, my heart almost stops beating.

Harry’s sitting on one of the chairs on my sitting room holding his head on his hands and his elbows on his knees. He almost looks like a statue, a very sad one too, like he just lost a beloved one and it breaks my heart to see him like that.

“Are you okay?”

Harry jumps on his seat and lifts his head. I’ve scared him.

“Go back to bed.”

But I walk towards him wrapping my arms around my body. When I’m close enough and he looks up at me. I can see his eyes bloodshot and tired. He hasn’t managed to sleep.

“Leave me alone, Indie. Go back to bed.”

He’s getting mad. I can tell by the tone of his voice, harsh despite the low volume, and his tensed shoulders.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

I confront him but still take a seat on the chair in front of him. I hug my knees to my chest to fight the cold and when I rest my temple on my knees, I see his laptop closed on the table.

When I look back at him, he’s staring at me with a hard superior gesture, as if he didn’t need me nor want me here, but I can still see the desperation or even the pain in his eyes and that’s enough for me to stay. I don’t know why he’s seems so anxious or why it’s so hard for him to sleep but I guess I don’t need to.

I think about what he told me before dinner, about him wanting me to open up and tell him things and I open my mouth to tell him about my own nightmares as I bring my hand to his hair so I can remove it from his forehead.

“Can you just leave me the fuck alone?”

I freeze on the spot.

“I’ve said it once but I’ll say it again. No one talks to me like that, much less at my own home so either you stop or you get out.”

He sighs and drops his head on his hands again, tangling his fingers on his hair and contributing to the messy look.

“Sorry, Indie… It’s just…” I can hear how tired he is. “Shit, I’m sorry, baby.”

It must be terrible, to be tired and not to be able to sleep and my heart aches for him.

“You can’t sleep?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” His tone gets harsh again but he regrets it the second his eyes meet mine. He looks like a lost puppy. “I left the fucking pills at home.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Are you a living diazepam?”

I dodge his curt behaviour. I think I deserve it but I also think this might help him understand me. We’re curt when we’re not good.

Standing up from my chair, I slowly walk towards him and feel his surprised eyes study me as I place my hands on his shoulders and push his torso so that he’s opened to me instead of closing off. His lips part and I know he’s as lost as I am. I feel his eyes calmly study me, they roam my body up and down from my neck to my feet and then back up. He takes more time in some parts than in others, but in general, it’s a complete examination of my body still in my winter pyjamas.

I can’t quite read him but it scares me that I have this effect on him. He already seems to be more calmed and the only thing I did was stand before him motionless as if I was just another piece of furniture on my sitting room. He takes a deep breath and when our eyes meet, I know what that gaze means, I know what he wants. It’s the same eyes that melt me.

With a confidence I didn’t know I have and without really knowing why, maybe to satisfy the desire I can read on him, I cup his cheek with one hand and my pulse relaxes when, not only does he not pull away, but leans into my touch. He closes his eyes and sighs and when they open again I see something in them I’m scared to describe. Not that I would know how.

Feeling brave after his acceptance, I cup his other cheek and seeping in between his legs, I lean in to kiss him. I do it like I’ve never done it before; with a softness I didn’t know I had for him, letting the shape of his lips tattoo mine. There’s no tongue, no bites, no wetness. Just a kiss, a simple kiss, yet deep but calm and reciprocated. It’s the first time we kiss like this and even though it’s literally the most superficial kiss we’ve shared for it stays on the lips, somehow it flaps around the pit of my stomach and speeds up my heartbeat.

When we pull apart, I don’t know what to do with myself so I just stare at him not knowing what that was and I don’t know whether I am curious or embarrassed sut I try to read him. Maybe if I find out what he’s feeling I can understand what I’m feeling too.

“I don’t deserve you.”

I frown. Why would he ever say something like that? I told him nasty things last night, and even though I don’t think my opinion is that important, for all I know that must be the reason he’s staying up. I don’t tell him nice things, I don’t think that’s what he needs from me right now and instead I straddle him and press my lips against his again.

The mood has completely change again. This kiss is hungry and desperate and we both are gasping and fighting for air as his hands squeeze the back of my thighs. His tongue pushes inside my mouth but this time I don’t let him have control. I bite his bottom lip hard as a way of letting him know and he moans on my mouth. I don’t know why I want to bite him but I just can’t get enough of him.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me bleed.” He groans against my mouth.

He’s right, if I don’t stop now I just might so I pull away from his mouth and unfold a spate of gentle kisses along his jawline and down his neck. I lick a stripe of his tight, soft skin from the crook of his neck to the spot below his ear as if I could take his concerns away with my mouth and feel him gasping over me. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’ve never wanted someone like this before but it’s like I need to be closer to him, to have him in any way I can and I can never get enough.

His hands caress my body under my sweater with a gentle touch but I know he’s going to let me be in control now. I take this opportunity to get drunk on him and to learn his body like he seems to know mine. My hands caress his bare thighs behind my own as I keep kissing every inch of his skin on his neck and upper chest. I love how hot he is and how I can feel his muscles with my lips.

I kiss every freckle and lick the ink of his tattoos and feel myself getting wetter just by watching the soft hair on his chest. He’s so sexy it’s ridiculous. I want to touch myself so badly, my lips clench out of their own accord as I just drink him in but he’s so perfect and so warm and he’s here in all his glory just for me.

I get off from his lap and his green eyes shoot me a hint of panic but his lips part and his breathing gets worked up when I sit on my knees between his legs. I want to suck him off so much and it surprises me that the idea of having a dick in my mouth can be so enticing. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this but I’ve never been more turned on in my life and it doesn’t really make much sense to me because objectively, what do I get from sucking him off?

He's so quiet and I can’t read the way he’s looking at me. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he’s scared of me but when my eyes look down at his crotch, my breath catches in my throat when I see how hard he is for me. I lick my lips, my mouth is getting dry.

I bring my hand to his harden length and am surprised at my own confidence as I start pampering him through his boxers while my trail of kisses guide my hungry mouth to his arousal. I look up into his eyes as my fingers tangle with the hem of his boxers on either side of his hips, silently asking for his permission to put them down and I love the way he looks with lips parted and eyes wide opened as he lifts his hips for me to undress him.

My eyes still widen at his perfect erection. It’s everything I think about when I think about sex. Healthy and hard and wet and blood red. I wrap my hand around the base of his manhood and kiss his skin before I lick my way to the top. I look up at him and am gratified with a imagine of Harry biting his bottom lip, his chest wildly inflating and deflating every time he takes a breath.

I caress his length with a warm hand a few times before really holding him from the base and licking him like a kitten would lick an ice cream. I keep the eye contact and almost laugh when I remember what Olivia guessed about me. This is turning me on more than it should, I’m sure.

I wrap my mouth around his length and every time I bow my head I get him deeper and deeper, moisturising him with my hot saliva until I fill my throat with his tight, hot, throbbing length. Watching him I understand the thrill he gets every time he does this for me. It’s delightful to see the other person’s reaction.

Harry’s gasps, moans and grunts seduce and claim me as he fills my mouth. My sole purpose is keeping his sex as moisturise as possible as my hand massages the soft pearls crowning the baseline. I relax my jaw and try to keep my teeth to myself as he slips inside my mouth once and again, in and out, forth and back. My bowing is aided with his gentle thrusts but his intrusion only arouses me even more. His hand reaches out for my head and he whispers something I miss. I’m completely consumed by the way he sounds inside me.

He pulls from my hair and I supress my moans until I can’t hold them in anymore and let out a long throaty moan over him. He growls and curses and his fingers, tangled in my hair, slow my bows down.

“Go slower, baby.” He pleads. “I’m gonna cum otherwise.”

Isn’t that what this is all about? With a popping sound, I get him out of my mouth and admire how shinny he is with my own saliva covering his slick skin. It surprises me that it doesn’t look disgusting to me. Moreover, the thought of him, this wet, stretching my tight walls is driving me crazy. I suck his balls into my mouth as I pump him.

“Shit.”

I can tell he’s holding back again. I want to confront him about that because I don’t like when he holds back with me. He’s had me hard before and only picturing him fucking my mouth without any inhibitions, holding my head as he intrudes my throat in and out, brutally, choking me has me dripping down my thighs.

I start devouring him faster, sucking him inside my mouth and letting my tongue lick his precum as he grunts and pulls from my hair. A thought flashes through my mind, I want to see him and so I look up at him from behind my eyelashes and I see his jaw clenching and he frowns.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

I only suck him harder, bobbing my head frantically as I help my mouth with my hand in the part I can’t get inside and within seconds I feel hot, creamy spurts of his cum hitting my throat. I swallow it instantly for it shot deep enough for me not to have a choice and I feel my pulse down my lower lips as I lick my own lips and sit on my bottom, watching his chest go up and down in a frenzy whilst he calms down.

I’m out of breath too and my walls are tighter than ever because I can’t seem to relax them and I feel like I have my own fluids all over my inner thighs. I don’t know in what perverted way I’m looking at him but the way his eyes twinkle tells me he knows.

Very calmly and without saying a word, as if I had not just sucked him off, he offers me his hand and pulls me up from the floor and then he stands up from his chair so that he’s taller than me again.

I look up into the green of his eyes and he just stares at me for the longest time and there’s not a trace of a smile on his face but somehow he doesn’t seem serious either. I don’t know how to explain it. He seems… Intense, I guess that’s the only thing I can tell. His eyes never leave mine as he pulls from the hem of my pyjama pants with one hand and the other sticks to my belly, snaking down underneath my underwear until he touches the place I want him the most. He lets out a nervous giggle when he finds out how wet I am but I am so turned on I don’t even have it in me to feel embarrassed. He chooses not to torture me as he presses three fingers against my clit and starts fondling me with just the right pressure and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I moan out loud for him.

It's like the intense, serious Harry that let me have him in my mouth just minutes ago is suddenly gone and I can’t say I miss him when this cheerful, careless Harry is smiling at me. My hips start lifting from the table he pushed me at and they find his hand on their own accord, amusing him.

I gape and try to hold his gaze fighting my own eyelids and when I’m afraid my legs are going to fail me and I’m going to fall, I cling onto his bare shoulders with my hands and he rests his forehead on mine. Intense Harry is back. Our breaths mix together between our parted lips and as much as I want to see him my eyelids cover my eyes and I don’t fight them, feeling him is enough. When two of his fingers slid inside me while his thumb still massages my clit, it takes him less than a minute to have me arching my back and screaming.

His hand stays pressed against my dripping core as he kisses my opened mouth trying to give back some of the calm he took from me and he holds my low back with his other hand pressing my body to his. He tenderly bites down my plump bottom lip and pulls from it until it slips from his white teeth.

I think something just disappeared. I feel like he saw me naked for the first time and I’m still wearing all my clothes.

I pull away from him. Not in a rush way or even in a bad one, but I’m overwhelmed. I close the bathroom door behind me and rest my open hands on the marble sink and stare at myself in the mirror. It’s happening again. I need to lie down and put an order to my running thoughts but right now all I can do is cry.

It surprises me that he gives me this minute to myself so quietly and when I open the door, after having washed my face and remove my dripping underwear, I find him still sitting down on the chair I found him at first but now he’s got his sweater on. I open a drawer and get fresh undies on before I go look for him.

“Come here.” I tell him.

He sighs and gives me a look as if saying a blowjob is still not diazepam. He opens his mouth to protest but I don’t let him.

“Come on” I insist “let me help you.”

“Are you going to tire me out with sex?” He smiles.

“No, you idiot.”

He shrugs feigning disappointment before he follows me inside my room and watches me as I get under the blankets holding them up for him.

“Lie down on your stomach.”

He stands very still, cautiously watching me as if I was some sort of dangerous animal, but after some hesitation he chooses to trust me and does what he’s told. He’s watching me as I lean over his body and pull the cover up his bottom before I slip my hand under his sweater and start drawing figures with my nails on his back.

I don’t know if this will relax him as much as it relaxes me but this never fails to calm me down and get me sleepy. I think everybody likes these fingertip caresses. He can’t be that different to the rest of us. Plus, he’s wasted, he’ll fall asleep sooner or later.

After a couple of minutes, he suddenly sits up and it saddens me that he put up with my pampering for so little time but I try to supress my smile when I realize he’s just taking off his sweater so I have better access to his skin. I don’t want him to think I’m only doing this for him, I like touching him just as much as he likes to be touched, not just on the place that makes him a man.

He doesn’t take his eyes off him and he’s the most serious he’s been all night. I want to ask him what’s troubling him but I just cried myself a few minutes ago, who am I to judge him? I feel his muscles relax under my fingers and it’s so nice to caress him like this, he’s so soft it’s pleasurable to touch.

I take this moment of silence to try and unravel my own messy thoughts. I feel terrible for doing this to Dylan and I am scared shitless for doing this to myself but the truth is I care about Harry more than I dare to admit. I don’t want him to be sad or worried, not because that makes things bad for myself but because I just don’t want him to suffer.

He's so quiet and still I have to look up at him to check whether he’s asleep but his eyes are opened and still studying me.

“What’s on your mind?” I whisper.

“Nothing nice.”

I frown, but this time it’s not out of anger but out of concern. I guess he could have asked me the same thing and the answer would have been the same.

“Is it because of something I said to you?”

He doesn’t answer but that’s all the answer I need. It surprises me that my opinion can give him such a headache. I didn’t know whatever I could think about him was so important to him. He didn’t strike me like the kind of person who would care about what the rest of people thought of him what with all the times he’s tried to convinced me that I shouldn’t care about what people thought about us, and how naturally he just says whatever is on his mind and all that.

“Listen, Harry, I was mad and I’m such a bitch, you gotta know this. When I’m mad I say these things I don’t even mean just because-”

“It’s not about what you said before dinner.”

That surprises me.

“Then what is it?”

“Do you remember when I told you to stop beating yourself?”

I remember that night perfectly fine. That was the night he had his anxiety thing and I went home with him. That was also the night this whole thing really started.

“And every time I’ve told you to just let go and enjoy life?”

I nod. I also remember when he told me there was not enough Indie on my heart and how many times he’s pointed at the lack of life in me, knowingly or not. I swallow.

“Well that’s something that happens to me too and a lot more often than you think.” He smiles as if he knew perfectly fine what I thought of him and also how wrong I am. “I don’t know if you remember but before you fell asleep you started reciting these Roy McBride’s lines and it just got me thinking about a lot of things.”

I instantly blush. That I recited what? Nobody even knows how I secretly feel about Roy McBride and how identified I felt with some of the things he said during the movie. Oh, God, I hope I didn’t tell him that.

“About what things?”

Our voices are low even if no one can hear us.

“My life.” He starts as if I should have known better. “My thesis really did open so many doors for me but then I kind of just started working like that was all that mattered because somehow it was.” He pauses and his green eyes give me a look I don’t understand. “I got myself crazy busy with work so that I didn’t have to think about how… I had nothing else to… Worry about.”

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before but I don’t like it. It’s like someone punched me on the stomach and I want to cry and tell him he never can say those words again but he’s opening up to me and I bet telling me this is not easy on him so I won’t shush him and make him feel as if his feelings are wrong. Yet this is breaking my heart.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and I love actually knowing who my patients are and hearing them out and giving them the time they deserve but… Sometimes I do worry that’s not enough and when you said all that shit to me about relying on those closest to you and sharing their burdens and letting them share yours and living and loving I just… I don’t know how long it’s been since I don’t do that.”

My fingers stop their movement on his back. I’ve been so unfair to him. I had no idea he had all these cloudy thoughts on his mind and that the reason he couldn’t sleep was because at night he sets them free like a snake. That has me thinking. Does he have a burden too? Is he afraid of sharing that too? Does he feel as lonely as I do?

I don’t know exactly from where I’m getting the strength is taking me to stay out of this and focus on him. I guess I’ve become so good at tiptoeing over my own feelings without getting in that I don’t even have to think about it so as to do it. It just comes natural to me.

“Have you never had like a turning point in your life? Where you had to reconsider what you were doing and if it was what you wanted or not?”

I watch my own fingers dancing over his back and nothing happens I don’t know how long for. Nobody says anything and nobody moves so I wonder if he even heard me but when I look up at his eyes, I feel like my throat is going to close and I’ll choke on my own woe. Crystal tears blurry his eyes and I want nothing more but for them to never spill out. It’s affecting me enormously to see him like this but it’s just too vulnerable, too close, and I can’t do nothing to take that away from him. I have no idea what my words have brought to his mind but he’s just passing it all on me. I hate that my own eyes fill with tears. God, this is not about me.

I don’t know what to do so I just wrap my arms around his shoulders and press him against my chest and he hugs me too. If he had done this to me, if he had made me talk until I ended up bursting my own protection bubble and crying, I would never forgive him so all of a sudden I feel so terribly guilty I want to scratch my own face until I bleed.

“I’m so sorry, Harry” I whisper on his ear as I hug him tight “Forget it, forget what I said and sleep, love.”

He slowly pulls away from me so he can rest his head on his pillow and closes his eyes and thank God the tears don’t roll down his cheeks, but I can see them on the inner corner of his eye next to his nose.

My fingers continue their voyage across his skin and I’d pay to have that frown removed from his beautiful face. I comb his hair out of his forehead praying to God he won’t pull away from me. To my relief, he doesn’t react to my touch and lets me pulls his hair away from his troubled face. We don’t normally do this, this cuddling in a non-sexual way, but I guess we don’t normally cry to each other either.

I let my head fall on my own arm and keep caressing his back until I fall asleep. I hope he falls asleep too.

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Safe House [Chapter 4]

Inspired by @unmaskedagain and this took way to long considering I’ve known what this chapter is for a long time. I hope it isn’t too short; sorry but I’ll try to not delay much further:

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Jason woke up to pitch black fur in his face and the smell of bacon. Quite the morning if you ask him, but to be expected when staying with Mari. Stumbling out of bed he made his way to the kitchen to see a lovely breakfast already waiting for him.

“You’re too good to me,” a coffee mug was passed his way. “And you better not forget it,” a playful smirk played on her lips for all of a few seconds before both broke down laughing. It felt good to laugh.

“So, how long is the job? You never said,” Mari had gotten herself some tea from the fridge before sitting in front of him.

“Maybe two weeks, starts later this week, why?”

“I’m curious,” she paused and looked down at her plate in contemplation, “I have to go to the tower soon, mind holding down the fort?”

“You know I got your back,” after that the rest of the morning was easy banter. Neither wanted to think about the heavier stuff yet, not yet.

Mari was almost out the door when Jason remembered something, “Two things real quick,” her hum gave him the go ahead to continue, “1: Arsonal might end up needing help and ending up here, he’s on this job too and 2: is there anything you need me to pick up while I’m here? I might as well be useful”

“Thanks for the heads up,” she paused in contemplation, “I should probably restock the med kits so maybe that and there is a shopping list on the counter if you want to do that,” the soft click of the door and she was gone, board in hand.

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Mari had no run ins with pedestrians today, thank god there was enough on her mind. She had to call Ivy to see if she was still willing to help out, make sure she got what she needed for the League and now she needed to be ready for whatever craziness Jason might be doing. If anything happened to him... not the time, not the time.

The bell chime got Mari out of her thoughts, a forced smile on her face as she was ready to great whoever had walked in. The forced smile quickly melted into a real one, Harley and Ivy stood in the doorway. Formalities be damned Mari launched herself into the open arms of one Harley Quinn, she smells nice and feels safe. Ivy gave her head a quick pat.

“I was just about to call you, it is tomorrow night,” Mari seemed sheepish. She hates to ask but the pair are some of the only people she’d trust with her shop.

“Of course Marigold,” Ivy gave the girl a comforting look then continued through the store touching each of the plants as she normally does.

Mari got turned around so she was facing the blonde, “It’s that time of year isn’t it,” soft blue bells met sapphire blue. They held the same concern a mother’s would, considering all the help she got from her it made sense.

“Yup, but I’m doing better this year,” Mari ment it this time. Sure it hurt but it was more of a scar than an open wound to think about him. The cat had definitely helped, Harley had given her the stray 2 or so years ago.

“Don’t hesitate to call if you need me,” her voice held so much love and care Mari knew she had made the right choice all those years ago to get the help she needed. “I know, I know you got me Auntie,” the name brought a grin to both faces.

The trio spent the whole day at the store, making sure everything was in order. Sure she was only going to be gone a few days but it was a good excuse to catch up with her favorite “Aunties,” when it was closing time all three had new flower crowns and a lightness in their hearts.

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Once Jason had made sure that Chaton wouldn’t run out the door - like that ever would, he loved his owner to much, and was currently napping on her bed - he made it to his bike list in hand. There where a few stops he had to make.

Something about the wind against his clothes as he rode down the streets would always be something jason loved, it was even better when he could enjoy it without the threat of being shot. Coming to a stop in front of a big pharmacy he went to work getting what was on the list for the med kit and anything else he thought would be necessary.

Mari had been well stocked still but having lots of extra never hurt. Gauze and ACE bandages were the big things you always need more of, along with some more pain killers and migraine stuff. Hand basket full of stuff that worried anyone who looked inside - I mean what normal person needs that many medical supplies - Jason was checking out when he got a text from Roy.

‘You already in town’

‘Yup, you?’

The cashier looked ready to be done with their shift and it wasn’t even lunch yet. Jason handed over his card to pay, ready to continue on his shopping endeavors.

‘Yupp’

‘When we starting’

Jason read the two messages as he left the store, luckily he was using the bike with storage, he bought more than he thought he did. Better safe than sorry right? Mari was leaving tomorrow night and then get back on Thursday so Friday would be the best day for all of them to meet up.

‘Friday, I got to take care of some stuff before hand’

He was off to the next store by the time he felt his phone go off again. Luckily they didn’t need to get much food yet. ‘Maybe I’ll get something to treat Mari, she deserves it after all’ Jason thought as got to getting everything he needed. Dinner that night would be a treat, sure he couldn’t beat her cooking be he was a good second. The plan was forming in his head as he got everything he’d need along with what was on the list.

It took longer than he would have liked but Jason still had plenty of time to get back to Mari’s place before she did so he could get ready. What were best friends for after all?

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