#this started because i hated robin’s hair and pants so much in the show that i had to redesign him
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a while back i started making my own teen titans reboot after watching the show because i just wanted to for fun. and was planning to redesign them all and made some of their character arcs a little better and made gave them slightly different dynamics with each other n everything but i only got dick and raven done. ive drawn starfire’s but it’s uncolored
#i should finish rhe rest them i had a lot of neat ideas for beast boy#this is like strictly the 2003 cartoon universe that i wanted to mess around with#this started because i hated robin’s hair and pants so much in the show that i had to redesign him#raven and robin have that i understand you and trust you and would be happy to sit in comfortable silence with you type of dynamic#i didnt make any HUGE changes just a few little things#raven#rachel roth#dick grayson#teen titans#teen titans 2003#dc#my art lol
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Just imagine Jonathan and Eddie becoming high-buddies (Eddie supplied him) during high school. And Steve, although at first it was curiosity, but after some time he gets jelly watching them being buddy-buddy.
IDK, sounds like a crack fic idea to me.
AHHH. yes. Consider this.
Steve watches as Eddie gets close with everyone.
At first, it’s Dustin, and then all the other kids who start to see Eddie as the cool older brother type instead of the babysitter.
Then, Nancy and Robin start visiting him in the hospital after s4, and even when he’s released, they still hang out.
But every time Steve tries to interact with him, Eddie gets really awkward and tongue tied. So, Steve naturally concludes that Eddie hates him, and is trying so hard to not let it show that that’s the reason he gets weird. Obviously.
So Steve limits himself to talking to Eddie only when he has to in large group settings. But he starts to notice that he has less of an opportunity to talk to him because Jonathan is speaking to him more and more. They even start sneaking off during group hangouts.
So Steve is curious about wtf is going on. And he kind of stalks them. He sees them get into Eddie’s van and come out a while later, and a somewhat familiar skunk smell wafts out. And it’s whatever. They’re high buddies and that’s that.
And as time goes on, Steve starts to notice that Eddie starts acting more touchy feely with Jonathan like he does with everyone else, and starts joking with him openly.
And for some reason, Eddie’s comfortability with Jonathan of all people makes Steve finally break.
He storms out of his own house, and sits in one of the pool chairs in the back with his head in his hands. A few seconds later, he hears someone follow him out back, and then feels a dip in the chair he’s sitting in.
He looks up, and even with the smell of cigarette smoke and leather, Steve doesn’t expect it to be Eddie sitting next to him.
“So,” Eddie starts awkwardly, “What did I do?”
Steve scoffs. And Eddie continues, “You’ve been glaring at me all night, so just lay it on me, man.”
Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair, not knowing what to say. He rambles out, “You’re just so close with everyone.”
Eddie’s eyebrows furrow and his tongue runs over his top lip for a moment. He replies, “You know everyone admires you, right? Like constantly talk about you when you’re not around. No need to be jealous of the new guy. They’ll get over it eventually.”
And Steve shakes his head because that’s not it. That’s not why he’s so angry. He bursts, “I’m not jealous that they like you. I’m just jealous that you like everyone else except me, man.” Steve runs a hand through his hair, wishing he was standing so he could put his hands on his hips.
“Oh,” Eddie replies after a few moments.
Steve just nods, getting the confirmation that Eddie does hate him. He asks, “What did I do that made you hate me so much. I know I was a dick in high school, but I’m trying-“
“I know you’re trying,” Eddie interrupts, “And you’ve changed Steve Harrington.” He takes a deep breath and stares at a stray thread on his pants. He fidgets with it for a few seconds then finally says, “And I don’t hate you. It’s actually… the exact opposite of that.”
Steve stares at Eddie because what does that mean? Opposite of hate would mean love but that doesn’t make sense.
Eddie’s eyebrows raise giving Steve a look of you really don’t get what I’m saying?
Steve shakes his head in response.
Eddie sighs and says, “I like you Steve. Like actually like you. And please don’t throw me into the pool. But I thought that would explain why I act… different around you.”
Steve’s heart starts pounding violently in his chest as he stares at Eddie who refuses to make eye contact with him. And it finally all comes together.
Eddie’s weirdness and awkwardness. And Steve’s own feelings of jealousy towards everyone else who got to be close to him.
He likes Eddie.
And Eddie likes him. Holy shit.
“You’re staring real hard, man. I was serious about the pool thing though. Leather soaked in water plus this hair…” Eddie rambles and then trails off like he usually does.
Steve continues staring at him, but is glad to find Eddie is finally staring back.
Steve swallows and says, “I think… I think I might be jealous of everyone else.”
“Why?”
“Because they got to be close to you this whole time, and that’s what I wanted,” Steve adds on, “And more,” trying to breathe and not pass out.
Eddie looks as if he’s feeling the same way, once the words finally settle in. “More?” He asks.
Steve stares at Eddie’s lips and confirms, “More.”
They both are leaning in and closing the distance before Steve can even finish the word. They kiss each other tentatively then sweetly.
Eddie pulls away and jokes, “If I kiss everyone like this, then what will ‘more’ mean then?”
Steve rolls his eyes and shoves at Eddie’s shoulder. When he thinks of a comeback he says, “I guess you’ll have to find out.”
Eddie leaps up and says, “Off to kiss Jonathan!” And darts away.
Steve chases after him yelling, “Don’t you dare!”
#I meant to reply in like two paragraphs#then my thoughts said#no#write a ficlet#do it#anyways#steddie#steddie ficlet#eddie munson#steve harrington
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Star Child 16
And it’s done. Holy freaking shit, guys. I can’t believe it. It’s done. Thank you so much to everyone who commented, reblogged and liked this story. I’m so happy for the response it’s gotten and I will personally miss this little story.
Steve gets his happily ever after
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15
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Steve and Luke were in the studio within days of their meeting and it took everything in Steve’s power not to giggle uncontrollably every time they agreed on something.
Soon they managed to hash out a really great song that Steve would feature on but it would be The Struts playing. Hell, even though it would be a non-album single Steve was still over the moon.
Suddenly Steve was in a room with all of the members of the band and he had to squeal into a pillow after they left. Because holy shit, this was his life now.
He was also grateful the distraction it supplied. He missed Eddie. Like a gaping wound, but this allowed him to concentrate on something other then the overwhelming loneliness he felt.
It took them three weeks to get the song recorded and they talked about when it should be released. Steve of course wanted to release it now, but cooler heads prevailed and it would be released in a couple of months toward the end of summer.
It would give the buzz around Steve’s coming out time to die down and give Steve more time to record his own songs and release one of the solo songs first. So that fans got a taste of Steve’s style without someone else.
It made sense. But Steve was still a little bummed that it wouldn’t come out for a while.
The final night of recording Steve went out with The Struts and had a good time. With invitations for Steve to hang out with them in London if he was ever in town.
*
Steve was practically vibrating out of his skin.
“Can you please breathe?” Robin asked as she applied eyeliner to her eyes. “What I’m doing over here is dangerous and I swear you’re going to start bouncing around the room.”
Steve ran his fingers through his hair again and sat down hard on the bed. He flopped backwards, arms out spread. “I get to see Eddie for the first time in five weeks and time is deliberately standing still.”
She tsked at him and finished her makeup. She went over to the bed and kicked his foot.
He sat up and looked her up and down. She was wearing a blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows with a plaid vest and matching tie. She wore baggy slacks over sexy heels and her hair and makeup were artfully messy.
Steve raised an eyebrow. “Looking good, Robs. Chrissy is going to faint.”
Robin giggled. “I hope not, I don’t think I would be able to catch her in these heels.”
Steve cocked his head and then nodded. “Fair enough.”
She reached over and played with a strand of his hair. “I still can’t believe Eddie gave you the go ahead to chop off it all off.”
He laughed. “I didn’t chop it all off. I just shaved the sides. It’s just as long as it’s always been on top. Add some fun blond highlights, and I think it looks great.”
Robin smiled. “And it does, honest. I just would have thought that Eddie would have put up more of a fight over it, considering how long his hair is.”
“Now that is a no go,” Steve said firmly. “He’s not allowed to have it shorter than his shoulders. He pulled his hair back once so that he could write with it wet and he looked like a completely different person, Robs. It was freaky.”
Robin laughed. “Whereas you look hot regardless of length?”
“Exactly!” he said with a big grin. “Now help me decide what to wear. I don’t want to go full metal, my fans might murder me.”
Robin winced. As referenced by the social media meltdown when he showed up in videos from the Salt Lake City concert. There was so much hate about him selling out (which, you know weird flex considering it’s usually selling out was in the opposite direction), and how he was clearly trying to get into Eddie’s pants. It was brutal.
In fact the Corroded Coffin fans seemed to be more welcoming and friendly. Telling him how awesome it was that he came out and that he could be himself. But then as Steve was slowly learning, metal fans tended to only looked mean.
So he decided to combine his former look with his boyfriend’s metal style. He wore a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off with chunky bracelets on his wrists. But instead of tight black jeans and combat boots, Steve wore baggy white trousers and black sneakers. Combined with his new hair style and Eddie’s lucky guitar pick hanging from his neck, he felt confident in his look for the first time since he started performing.
Robin eyed him critically, circling him, like a shark scenting blood in the water.
“Good job!” she said with a thumbs up.
Steve laughed. “Did I pass the Robin test?”
“It looks good,” she said. “And if they give you hell, point them my direction.”
Steve nodded. He bounced up and down on his toes. Syking himself up. He waved his arms and wrists, trying to loosen up tense muscles. He began his breathing exercises and then his vocal warm ups.
“You ready for this?” Robin asked.
Steve nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
“Go get him, tiger!”
*
Eddie loved performing in front of massive crowds. He couldn’t get enough it. He loved the energy and high he got from the screaming mases. And there was only one thing he loved more than the fans, more than his own band even.
Steve Harrington.
“It’s our last concert and you know we like to go out big,” Eddie said into the microphone. “When we started this tour, we thought it was going to be like any other. Play to sellout crowds, whether that was bars or stadiums. Have fun with my best friends doing what we love.”
The crowd roared, cheering and stomping their feet.
“But as awesome as the highs were,” Eddie continued. “I feel we have to acknowledge the lows. That club with the horrible management and our getaway to the park so we could still play.”
The crowd booed.
“They sucked!” Gareth growled into his microphone.
The crowd cheered back.
“The rain in Seattle.”
The crowd stomped their feet.
“What’s a little soaking between friends, anyway?” Jeff asked.
The crowd roared.
“The fiasco in Austin and beyond!” Eddie said.
The crowd got angry as chant was taken up, “Fuck Creel!”
“That’s right!” Brian screamed. “Fuck Creel!”
“But we made it through,” Eddie finished, “because we have the best fans in the world!”
If the crowd had roared before, it was nothing to deafening thunder that came reply.
“So as thank you, we’ve got a little treat for you all,” Eddie said over the howl of the crowd. “Steve Harrington!”
Who from what Eddie could see was waiting in the wings, liking like sex itself.
The crowd went absolutely feral. There were screams and whistles as Eddie smiled.
“We’re going to do a little song that brought me the best six weeks of my life,” Eddie explained.
Steve came out and waved. “Hello, LA!”
“Hello, Stevie!” the crowd shouted back.
“Come on,” Steve said with a giggle. “You can do better than that!”
“Hello, Stevie!” they roared back.
“You guys are the best!” Steve said.
The music started and the crowd howled.
Then Steve growled out the first line and it was absolute pandemonium.
But instead of being on the opposite ends of the stage like they were in Indy, they started in the middle and were practically all over each other. And then when it was time for the guitar solo, Eddie handed his guitar over to Steve and he let it rip. Just shredded away.
It got so quiet that the only sound was Steve playing like he was born to rock.
So when the solo ended and Steve handed the guitar back to Eddie, Eddie growled. “Steve Harrington, everyone!”
They finished out the rest of the song and then kissed.
“Hi, beautiful,” Eddie said once they had broken off the kiss.
“Hey-ya, Eds,” Steve murmured back with a smile on his face.
“Tell all the wonderful people about what’s been going on with you,” Eddie prompted.
Steve blushed. “After winning a large settlement from my record label I have set up a charity for young LGBTQ+ artists that if they find themselves in a situation like I was, they have someone to turn to. It will have lawyers, counselors, and resources for getting out of abusive homes with living arrangements and a small stipend to help them pay bills as they get back on their feet.”
The crowd cheered.
“There won’t be an exclusion of genres either,” Steve continued. “There is as much queerphobia in country and rap as there is in pop and rock. We want to be able to reach as many people as we can. And while it is mainly for youths, no one of any age will be turned away.”
Again the crowd cheered.
“I’ve also been in the studio writing and recording my new album,” Steve went on.
More cheering.
“And I’ve got a couple of surprises coming for you all,” he said. “Not the least of which is collaboration with these boys.”
The crowd ate it up, stomping and screaming.
“I said in Indy that my greatest dream was to perform with Corroded Coffin,” he continued. “And while crossing that off my bucket list was no small feat, the thought of making music with them, not just Eddie, who I absolutely am in love with, just blows my mind. But these are some of the best in the business and making friends with them and being able to write and perform as song with them? Beyond my wildest imagination.”
“Flattery absolutely works on us, man,” Jeff said in his microphone.
Steve blushed. “Oh, you guys have no idea. That was me dialing back on my enthusiasm. I’ve been your biggest fan for years.”
“Oh no,” Brian said into Jeff’s mic, “we know. And we’re happy to have gotten to know the real you over the last couple of months.”
“Really digging the new look, Stevie,” Jeff agreed.
The crowd whistled their agreement.
Steve grinned.
It had been one hell of a journey. But he’d made it. He was in love with the first boy he ever kissed. He was making the music he loved for the first time in his life. He was out as bisexual. His label and parents were facing criminal charges. And his best friend was going on a date with the girl of her dreams.
If someone had come up to Steve two months ago and told him he would be here with Eddie in front of an adoring crowd, his life changed for the better? He would have laughed himself sick. Good things didn’t happen to Steve Harrington. Not like that.
But it had. And things were only going to get better. He was so happy, he did the only thing he could think of.
He kissed Eddie senseless.
“So did I leave up to the hype, sunshine?” he asked, away from the mic.
Eddie smiled. “You blew my expectations out of the water, sweetheart.”
***
Here’s the meta I wrote for it when I started writing the story and the extra scene that showed what happened that night at Steve’s ten years before the story started.
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1NC0M1NG CH4T FR0M . . . . . RORONOA ZORO
✩ F0RUM N4M3 . . . . . ANGEL
✩ F0RUM C0NT3NT . . . . . school au, f! reader, flirty! zoro, zoro is very quickly down bad, sickeningly sweet, so adorable, like i cant, the ai had me gigglin’ and kickin my feet, wayyy too tired to proofread
✩ 4UD10 R3CS . . . . . WHO HURT YOU? / daniel caesar
Classes had long since ended, and after having a much needed talk with your History teacher, you decided it was time to start heading home.
Wanting a shortcut, you cut through the courtyard to get to the back entrance of the school, only to find a green-haired boy sitting under a tree, fast asleep.\
Huh?
You walked up to him curiously, not expecting him to open his eyes.
“I’m napping,” he snapped,
He seemed annoyed that you woke him up.
“I just wanted to check on you,” you replied.
He scoffed, “And why would you need to check on me?”
He stood up slowly and brushed off the dirt on his pants, sighing, seeming even more annoyed that you were still there.
You took a deep breath, doing your best not to react to his attitude.
“You looked like you had been asleep for a while. I just wanted to make sure you were all right,” you repeated.
“And what would you have done if I wasn’t? Huh?” He asked, folding his arms, grey eyes locking onto you for an answer.
“I would’ve called someone to help and stayed with you until you got better,” you answered, simply.
“Ha, that’s cute,” he scoffed again, dawning a slight smirk, “You’re a kind person, I’ll give you that. Now go away. I want to go back to sleep.”
He sat back down, tucking his hands behind his head.
“Too bad,” you shrugged, sitting down next to him, “I’m staying right here.”
If looks could kill, you would have been dead.
He sighed in annoyance, “Go. Away.”
His stern voice was demanding.
In the short time you had known him, it was probably the most emotion you had heard out of him yet.
You smiled, innocently, “Nope.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, “You’re annoying.” he said plainly, as if giving a fact you couldn’t argue.
“Y’know it’s rude to interrupt someone’s sleep?”
“It’s even ruder to leave someone to sleep by themselves outside where they could possibly freeze to death,” you stated plainly as well.
“You really can’t take a hint, can you?” He asked, frustrated.
He was now getting quite agitated with you, it showing with the tenseness he now had.
Yet, he still had control of his emotions as he could tell he was starting to lose it.
He took a deep breath in and out, turning his head away from you.
“Just... let me sleep, okay? I promise if I die from the cold, you can tell everyone what a bad person I am,” he sighed.
You raised a brow, turning your head in confusion, “Why would I do that? You’re not a bad person. Not to my knowledge.”
He stayed silent and closed his eyes, clearly trying to be patient with you.
You could tell he wanted nothing more than for you to leave, he was only giving you more chances to out of his own good will.
Because as much as he’d hate to admit it, he was a genuinely nice person.
Still, he had an unreadable expression on. One that was hard to decipher but you could tell it had some displeasure in it.
“I’ll be quiet and stay with you until you’re ready to go,” you caved, pulling out a book from your backpack.
He opened an eye to see you holding the book, sighing again.
“What book are you reading?” He asked plainly in a curious tone.
Maybe you had a chance to turn this around.
You smiled, “It’s about pirates.”
He suddenly had a look of interest come to his face and gave you a smirk.
“Is it now? What’s the book called? I might have to check it out.”
Your smile grew, “It’s called the Adventures of the Grandline. It’s a colection of stories about a whole bunch of pirates searching for this treasure hidden at the end of the sea. My friend Robin gifted it to me.”
His eyes widened slightly, and you could practically feel the excitement radiating from him.
You had definitely caught his interest.
“Wow, your friend Robin must be a very good gift giver to give you a book about pirates,” he chuckled in amusement.
“Well, she knows how much I’m fascinated with them. Especially their sword fights,” you dreamily sighed.
His interest was now piqued even further.
“Is it only pirate sword fights you enjoy? Or are there other things you like about the topic?” He asked.
You were proud. You were able to bring this grumpy and angsty boy out of his mood.
He was enjoying the conversation, and didn’t seem like he wanted it to end just yet.
“Not only that, but their honor and loyalty to their crew. It’s something to be admired,” you answered.
He geeked,” Well said. And what about their courage to stand up to others? Doesn’t that make you respect ‘em?”
You nodded quickly, “Definitely. the freedom that they have is something I’m really envious of.”
You dreamily smiled.
“To have no responsibility to anyone else except yourself, and maybe some choice people.”
“That sounds like the dream life, huh?” He chuckled and nodded in agreement with you. “To be able to just go where you want, when you want, do whatever you want? It is really something worth envy.
He looked out into the horizon.
“I guess you could say it’s something I dream about often as well.”
“Really?” You asked, turning to him with sparking eyes.
He smirked, “You think I’m kidding? If I could just drop everything right now, take a sailboat and live a life of adventure and freedom, I would do it in a heartbeat.”
He turned to you with a sincere smile.
“I think anyone who doesn’t think that way is just scared to be a little bit selfish and put themselves first.”
You smiled back, “What’s your name, Mosshead?”
“The name’s Zoro,” he nodded, not expecting you to guess his nickname right of the bat.
“What’s yours? I don’t think I’ve asked yet.”
“(y/n)!” You blushed, embarrassed, “But some of my friends nicknamed me Angel for....whatever reason.”
“(y/n)....that’s a beautiful name,” he smiled, testing out the word on his tongue. “Your friends must think you’re petty angelic. Maybe the ame fits you more than you think.”
Zoro added the last bit with a chuckle, trying to tease you.
You blushed, “Speaking of which, I will say there’s a good amount of romance in this book, too.”
His ear perked at this.
“Romance? You mean between pirates?” He suddenly had a hint of dreaminess in his expression, “That sounds interesting. How do they play it out? I imagine it must be complicated.”
You nodded, “It is. Most of them struggle between their loyalty as a member of their crew, and their loyalty as a lover.”
“I see. So basically it’s like every pirate’s dilemma,” he agreed. “Choosing their loyalty to the crew, or their own personal feelings. It must make for some interesting stories.”
He was beginning to see the appeal of these romance novels
“Which do you personally think is more important? The loyalty to your crew or to your lover?”
“I think it depends on the person’s personal values, and the promises they’ve made to others. One thing you can’t do is break your word. The book says a person’s word is the only thing completely owned in this world,” you answered.
“Pretty wise. You seem to have your values set straight,” Zoro smiled. “You already seem honest and loyal by the sound of it.”
“I’m sure your friends are lucky to have you.”
You blushed, “I’ve been told so. But what do you think? When it comes down to it, what do you think a pirate should choose? His loyalties or his personal relationships?”
He let out a little chuckle while thinking it over.
“I see myself as a loyal person, so to me there would be no question. I would always pick my crew. That may seem cruel and selfish, but you would just end up with a bunch of pirates who only cared about themselves if we always put our hearts first. The crew should always be top priority,” he explained.
You nodded, approving his valid answer.
“What about you? What would you choose in that situation?”
You paused for a moment, allowing yourself to think.
“i would have to choose the same thing. Though that wouldn’t mean I wouldn’t care about the person any less,” you answered, allowing your gaze to travel over to the green-haired boy.
Though....you didn’t exactly know why.
He gave out a short laugh at your last comment.
”Is that so? I’m flattered that I would be the person to come into your mind during a hypothetical question,” he said in a teasing tone as he smiled at you.
You blushed horribly, giving him a playful sock in the arm, “Who said I was talking about you?”
He cocked a brow, smirking.
“Well then, did you have a specific person in mind then, or were you just being a little ease and didn’t have anyone in mind?” he asked with an amused look.
You smirked, “Maybe a bit of both.”
Looking up at the sky, you realized just how late it had gotten.
“Damn, I lost track of time. I gotta get home. It’s already getting pretty dark.”
He chuckled again, “You are a little tease, aren’t you....”
He looked up at the sunset with you, letting out a sigh.
“I should probably start heading home, too. Want me to walk you?” He asked as he stood up, stretching.
You stood up as well and flashed him a thankful smile, making him blush, “Yes, please. Thank you.”
“Well then,” he smirked, holding out his elbow for you to take, “I suppose I should be a gentleman and walk you home proper.”
He couldn’t believe it, but he was truly having an amazing time talking to you.
You smirked back, linking arms with the boy, “Lead the way, Mosshead.”
He smiled softly at the use of his nickname, a light dusting of pink gracing it’s way onto his cheeks.
“As you wish, my lady,” he joked, beginning to walk you back home, leading you through the path to the exit of the school.
“Hey, could I see your schedule?” You asked. “Maybe we have the same classes.”
He blushed again as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his schedule, a cheeky grin on his face.
“Sure, what are you planning to stalk me in class now?” He teased with a smirk.
You blushed in embarrassment, taking the paper from him, “No! I was just curious.”
“Sureee.”
“Hmm. We have English, Math, P.E, and Japanese 101 together, but that’s about it,” you thought out loud, ignoring his comment.
“Guess you’ll be seeing more of me around school,” he smiled, “But hey, maybe I can help you study for those classes in the library? I’m pretty good at Jap 101,” he offered.
You smirked, taking your opportunity to tease.
“That depends. I don’t know why, but something about you tells me that you’re horrible with directions.Will you even be able to find the library?” You cocked a brow.
He chuckled, noting how bold you could be sometimes in the back of his head.
“I’ll admit. I’m not the best with directions, but I do think I could atleast find my way to the library. It might take me a couple tries, but I’ll get there eventually,” he shrugged.
“See? I’m an amazing judge of character,” you smiled proudly.
He rolled his eyes, jokingly, “You always playful like this?”
“Yup,” you nodded, popping the p.
“Well, I guess we can count on having fun together,” he smiled.
Count on?
“I wanna know more about you though. Do you have any other friends? I see you hanging out with those two boys Luffy and Usopp a lot,” you asked.
He chuckled, “Yeah, they’re my friends. I’ve been with ‘em for a long time. I have other friends, too, but most of my closest ones are part of my crew. They’re like family to me. We’ve stuck through thick and thin together.”
“Crew?” You smirked. “You guys a band of pirates or somethin’?”
“That’s exactly what we are. I’m amazed that you’re so perceptive,” he teased.
“Do you think pirates are bad?”
You smiled, “Well in your case, no. Your group actually sounds like a dream. Wish I could join.”
He laughed, “Would you really want to give up your life to run out and sail on the sea with a bunch of pirates? Y’know, it takes a different kind of person to live that lifestyle.”
“I’m more enamored with the freedom aspect. If I get that part, then I’m willing to put up with anything else thrown at me,” you shrugged.
“I see. So really it’s just the idea of living a life of freedom that appeals to you?”
You nodded, “Mhmm. Freedom is amazing. No rules, no responsibilities. You’re free to do whatever you want, eat whater you want, go wherever you want, hangout with whoever you want,” you thoughtlessly glanced over at him once again, “like whoever we want.”
His eyes widened for a second as you gave that glance, befor ehe quickly recovered.
“So you’re saying you have your sights set on me?” He asked with a smirk.
“Well, today just keeps getting better and better. At this rate you’re gonna have me fallin’ for you before the day’s over.”
You were speechless. Unable to do anything but blush and turn away.
He chuckled.
“You’re adorable,” he teased and smiled. “I know I’m a forward guy, but is it too soon for me to ask to go out with you? We did just meet today.”
He spoke in a joking tone, yet you could see from his eyes that he was clearly being serious about the offer.
And while your heart was practically jumping at the chance, your head wanted to take things slow.
And your head seemed to win.
“How ‘bout we get to know each other a little more, then go from there,” you smiled, the two of you walking up the porch steps to your house.
He nodded,
“Fair enough. How about I get your phone number and text you later?” He smirks.
You blushed, “Definitely.”
Quickly whipping out a pen, you scribbled your number onto his hand and gave him a quick peck on the cheek once you were finished.
You gave him a sincere smile.
“See you at school, Mosshead.”
His breath hitched, and his hand rose to feel at the place your lips once were, his cheeks turning a beautiful shade of crimson.
No more big talk now, eh?
Once he composed himself, he smiled at you fondly, a smirk growing on his lips.
“Yeah...see you around... angel,” he replied in a soft tone before turning around and walking away.
Though once he got a safe distance away, he glanced back at your house, allowing his blush to show freely.
He had never had someone affect him in this way.
Two hours ago, he never would’ve dreamed of ever feeling anything for you, the girl who ruined his nap.
But now, you were all he could think about, taking up space in his brain like clutter in an attic.
You were almost unreal, ethereal even.
Your friends were right. You really were an angel.
#roronoa zoro#roronoa zoro x reader#roronoa x reader#roronoa zoro x y/n#roronoa#zoro x reader#zoro x y/n#one piece#one piece fluff#one piece x reader
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I didn't know it would go in this direction but here's a fem!Billy fic that started as an exploration of how it would have been like for her to be born a girl instead of a boy and ends with her being shared by the queerplatonic besties, Steve and Robin.
Imagine little Wilhemina “Willa” Hargrove trying and failing to style her hair like her mom used to do before eventually giving up and just throwing it up into a ponytail or a bun. Imagine little Willa Hargrove getting rid of all of her dresses because her mom used to do up the zipper and her dad would never bother so she stuck to shirts and pants instead.
Imagine little Willa Hargrove being taken to the mall to by clothes by her father, who refused to get anything remotely girly because he hated anything that reminded him of his ex-wife, even calling Willa Billie instead. Imagine Billie being raised essentially as a boy by a largely absentee but still abusive father but with the pressure to learn how to keep up a household because that’s what girls were good for.
Imagine tiny Billie being sent to her grandmother’s house during the weekends to learn how to be a woman while her dad drunk the weekend away but with her dad forbidding her grandmother from teaching her to be girly. She just needed to know the practical shit because she didn’t need to be like her mother who loved makeup, dressing up and perfumes and all of that shit.
Imagine tiny Billie Hargrove burning herself making pancakes but with an adorable smile on her face the first time she tastes them and they’re exactly like how her mom used to make them. Imagine tiny Billie Hargrove being taught how to do the laundry and ironing at such a young age because God knows her dad would never be bothered to, and her grandmother couldn’t always come over to help.
Imagine little Billie being told she wouldn’t amount to anything because she was a girl and proving everyone wrong. She played baseball better than the boys did, swam faster than the boys did and she got better grades than the boys did, all while doing all of the household chores and studying on her own. She was determined to prove them all wrong so anything boys could do, she could do better.
Imagine Billie falling in love with surfing after a few boys from school dared she couldn’t, not realizing that she’d learned how to skateboard just to spite them all and show them up at the rink. Imagine Billie breaking every stereotype about girls so well that all of the boys were intimidated by her so they collectively decided that she must like girls if she doesn’t act like other girls even if that wasn’t necessarily true.
Imagine tiny Billie so used to keeping the house up and running that when she meets Susan and Max, she’s immediately happy to share the house chores with someone else. She’s never even entertained the thought of having a sibling because her father always pretended she didn’t exist or hated her existence because he hated that Billie looked so much like her mom even dressed as she was so when she found out about Max, she had conflicting feelings. She didn’t need to worry though because little Maxine Mayfield worshipped the ground that her older sister walked on.
Not only did she skateboard to school and cook her own meals, Billie was also on the varsity teams of different sports all while getting top marks. Max was Billie’s little shadow and Billie grew to love having someone she could teach all of the stuff she learned, especially about girls being able to do anything boys could. Her dad didn’t believe it but Billie did and that was all that mattered.
Susan had been on the fence about Billie from what she’d heard from Neil but she was lovely, a bright, young girl who had beautiful features that she chose to hide. When she’d brought how proper girls acted to Neil and possibly showing Billie a little bit about it, they’d had their first real argument, showing Neil’s true colors and she realized that the way Billie acted and dressed wasn’t solely her choice. She’d been a lot more understanding of why Billie covered up completely in overalls and sweaters when her own bruises started to be visible and her makeup would run out pretty fast.
Neil praised Max for emulating Billie and for not being like the other girls. Max was the only one safe in their household out of an unspoken pact between Billie and Susan. In their household, Neil despised anything too girly or feminine, much preferring his daughters to be tough and strong like he was. He didn’t care about making them fit what society wanted because his ex-wife had been the one who cared about things like that and he refused to bow down to her whims ever since she left. He’d do anything he felt necessary to toughen them up but Max was too young to take to the shooting range so it was just Billie alone who was forced to tag along.
When Billie had been old enough to drive, Neil initially didn’t want to teach her until Susan made him realize that if he got her a car, he could get her to do the grocery shopping and all of the other errands. Susan didn’t want to learn how to drive but Billie did so after making her promise to drive her mom and her sister wherever and whenever they wanted, Neil conceded to teaching her and letting Susan buy her a car.
However, Neil was also big on keeping Billie and Max away from boys because he didn’t want them to be corrupted. When Neil saw Billie hugging her male best friend on the beach in her swimsuit, he lost it and decided that he’d rather move them back to his old hometown where it was lot more conservative and money lasted a lot longer.
He’d also heard that his ex-wife was in town, looking for her daughter because her new husband had wanted to meet her child and there was no way in hell he was going to allow that to happen because he didn’t waste the past eight years raising Billie only to have her mom take her away.
He uprooted his entire family and brought them to his childhood home to avoid being found by his ex-wife. When they get to Hawkins, he quickly enrolled the two kids into their new schools and he found jobs for him and Susan pretty quickly too since he knew most of the people still there.
Billie had been more than content to keep her head down this time around to avoid fighting but from the second she arrived, whispers and rumors were already being spread. It didn’t matter that she was in honors classes, she must be a delinquent with the way she drove her car. It didn’t matter that they had no idea who she was, she must be a dyke based on the way she dressed. Billie was sick of all of this but thankfully, Nancy, the girl who showed her around to her classes was nice enough to tell off the people spreading rumors and be her first friend there.
Billie’s invited to sit with Nancy and her friends at lunch so she does, finding herself annoyed when Steve Harrington implied that girls couldn’t play basketball or baseball as well as boys did. Jonathan had managed to diffuse the situation but she’d still promised herself that she’d show him who ruled the court once she got the opportunity. Thankfully, her dad was friends with the coach and he’d bragged all about his daughter at Neil’s welcome back to Hawkin’s party so she’d been invited to join their basketball practice later.
It starts up a friendly little rivalry in basketball with Steve while Nancy became her study buddy since they had the same classes and they’d ended up partnering every chance they could get. Jonathan was nice especially when they saw each other at the Quarry with her dealing with the new bruises and him not saying a word but getting his first aid kit out. Somehow, Nancy had managed to convince Neil to let her sleepover for Halloween as long as she was there when Max trick-or-treated with Nancy’s younger brother, Mike. As soon as the Max was home safe, Billie was dragged off by Nancy to a Halloween party where she watched a drunk Nancy essentially break up with Steve.
She may or may not have gotten a crush on Steve at that point which is why she’d tried to comfort him only to be rebuffed in favor of chasing after Nancy who’d been taken home by Jonathan at that point. Steve’s too much of a gentleman to leave Billie at the party alone when he’d driven them over so he brings her to Nancy’s house and checks up on a sleeping Nancy before he left. Billie understood that he really did love Nancy and that she didn’t have a chance.
She just supported Nancy in her dilemma in choosing between Jonathan and Steve, jealous of her friend for having such problems but never to the point of acting on it. While Billie had made a good girl friend, Max was still struggling to find a friend since the boys were weirdos who may or may not be crazy. When Lucas offered to show her something that would prove they weren’t crazy, Max wasn’t stupid enough to go by herself when she had her older sister who was way stronger to defend her in case things went wrong.
Surprisingly, things do go wrong but with Billie there being the badass that she is, when Steve and Dustin arrive, they’re greeted by the sight of Billie swinging her crowbar, looking like an avenging warrior from one of the comic books. Dustin suddenly realizes where Max got her being badass from. Billie definitely helps them with everything and somehow, they make it out alive.
When Joyce realizes that Billie was hurt, she goes into protective mom mode and she realizes that Billie also had bruises that weren’t from the demodogs. She gets Hopper to escort them home and see if her suspicions are true. They were and Hopper happily takes care of Neil and sends him off.
Max finds out about what her sister and her mother have been keeping from her and they have a heart to heart about everything that Neil put them through. Billie even drives them to the nearest mall a few towns over and Billie buys her first makeup and skincare products along with new underwear and clothes. With Neil gone, she’s finally allowed to explore her femininity.
When Max starts being interested in what Billie is doing, Billie willingly drives her and her new friend, El to the mall for their own shopping trip, helping them find clothes that are cute and still practical. Nancy even helps her and they talk a little bit about crushes and relationships because Billie used to be banned from them. Nancy wants to help Billie navigate being a girl so they do masks, makeup, nail polish and all sorts of shit just so that she can try it. When Nancy finds out that Billie’s never even been kissed, she’s sworn to secrecy by Billie.
During the Snow Ball, Nancy convinces Billie to join in her and Jonathan in chaperoning the kids so Billie, Max, and El all get ready together for the Snow Ball. For the first time ever, Steve sees Billie in a new light as she twirls on the dance floor with Dustin after seeing him left out.
With a bit of alcohol and prodding, Nancy gets Billie to confess about her crush on Steve after he graduated. Nancy works her magic and gets her to apply to work at Scoops Ice Cream Parlor with Steve and a girl named Robin. Initially, she’s jealous of the easy camaraderie between Robin and Steve but when Billie catches Robin looking at her differently than she does Steve, she catches on. Billie herself is bisexual so she doesn’t exactly mind either of their attention, but she doesn’t know how to flirt properly in her eyes. She’s a natural flirt.
Steve finds himself conflicted as to who he likes better but Robin takes the option away from him when she confesses she’s a lesbian while they’re trying to figure the whole Russians in the mall thing Dustin uncovered. Instead of Tammy, they talk about Billie who has no idea how pretty she actually is.
Naturally, they’re treated to Billie seducing the Russian to steal a gun and shooting the other guards point blank in their knees before kicking their guns away. Steve learns that Billie’s an ace shot that way and he realizes he has a thing for women who can shoot guns.
The Scoops crew find out about the Mindflayer who had taken a plotting Neil Hargrove who was going back to take what was his as his host. Neil takes control when he realizes that the monster is going to kill his daughters and take them away from him. He loses the battle but manages to tell his daughter that he loved her.
Hopper isn’t taken by the Russians since Billie had already dealt with the worst of them and Joyce doesn’t move because she had to focus on her and Hopper’s family and their recovery from everything.
Billie finds her freedom after weird. Sure, her dad is gone and he’s not hurting her anymore but her dad is gone. She’s effectively been left by both parents and while Susan still loves her and she has Max and Susan, it’s still not the same.
Both Robin and Steve notice what’s happened and they both try to help her as much as they can. They agreed to have a friendly competition to see who wins Billie’s heart and to try not to sabotage their friendship while going after the same girl. Billie also managed to get a job at the same record store with Steve because she gained a bit of popularity after changing the way she dressed, enough that the cheerleaders were trying to befriend her.
She befriends Chrissy and fights Jason on his views on women, even going so far as to threaten him to take a swing at her and see where he ends up. Billie gets Chrissy to confide in her about her ED and Billie confides about her dad’s abuse to Chrissy. With Nancy busy with her job at the Post, Billie and Chrissy become new best friends so when Chrissy starts getting weird headaches and hallucinations, she has Billie to turn to. Billie had been introducing Chrissy to her type of music then and Chrissy realized that listening to music helped keep her headaches at bay.
Chrissy isn’t the first victim anymore so Eddie isn’t branded as a murderer but Jason does still lead a crusade against him since Eddie was putting the moves on Chrissy after they broke up. Eddie actually saves Chrissy that night since Billie was there, telling him to play whatever Queen song he had memorized if he wanted to save her since that was the last album they had been sharing.
Fred was the first death followed by Patrick who ends up being killed in front of the entire basketball team, causing mass panic. Chrissy is targeted again after but Billie saves her only to have her own encounter back to back and they realize that Billie and Chrissy are meant to be the final victims when she complains to Chrissy about the hallucinations she got too.
With Chrissy and Billie helping out the group and no one needing to be saved on a different continent, everything goes somewhat smoother and Eddie doesn’t die even if he is injured. With Billie and Chrissy there to help with research and the fighting, everything goes a whole lot smoother.
Robin and Steve spend a lot of the time squabbling over Billie’s attention while she just lives her best badass self in dealing with the monsters of the Upside Down while Eddie fanboys over Chrissy using her cheerleader skills in fighting the monsters.
Nancy is just happy to have more support and to have her best friend there to help her but she doesn’t dare go after Steve since she and Jonathan weren’t split apart by thousands of miles and Billie had already told her that she liked Steve. Steve was also too busy trying to figure out how he could win Billie away from Robin to flirt with Nancy. Also, since Joyce and Hopper were there, they were able to help the group be better prepared and have a greater fighting chance at everything.
The survival skills her father practically tortured in Billie made her the group’s best bet in surviving the Upside Down and they take her advice to heart when they went to deal with Vecna. When Billy had the opportunity to take her anger out on Vecna who’d appeared as her father, she didn’t hesitate to stab and mutilate him in her mind, allowing El to get the last hit.
Billie had actually taught Max how to shoot a gun after Neil died as part of their recovery, so she had no hesitations in shooting Jason Carver in the knee when he tried to go after Billie for poisoning his girlfriend’s mind.
They manage to deal with Vecna since he wasn’t able to open the other two gates with Eddie protecting Chrissy and Max and Lucas protecting Billie and they manage to bring his corpse to the real world before closing the Upside Down for good with El’s powers.
It becomes a big government hush project and they all sign a shit ton of contracts and NDAs and get huge payouts especially for the Mayfield-Hargrove and Byer-Hopper families but they’re free to be real teenagers again after. It was surreal for Billie, Steve and Robin to return to their job at the video store after literally saving the world but that was their life.
Billie, Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, Chrissy and Eddie graduate that spring with all of the kids, parents and Steve there to cheer them on. By then, the queerplatonic friendship of Steve and Robin had progressed to sharing a girlfriend together even if Robin could never be attracted to Steve and they had a wonderful schedule as to when they could have her to themselves or when they had group dates.
Billie went along with it because she grew to like them both and if her younger sister could have two partners, so could she. Susan didn’t bat an eye after finding out the truth about the Upside Down, all too happy to just have her daughters be alive to criticize them about their relationships.
#billy hargrove#billy hargrove deserved better#billy deserved better#ellewritesandrants#billy hargrove au#steve harrington#billy hargrove redemption#stranger things rewrite#billy and max#harringrove#billy and chrissy#fem billy hargrove#billy x steve#robin buckley#buckgrove#fem!billyxrobin#neil hargrove#tw child abuse#tw eating issues#implied ellumax
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Something I have been talking about a lot on discord recently is how different modern Tarhos doesn't really view himself as a person a lot of the time.
Which makes him act so much different than his base verse who is just "If I don't consider myself a person that means they have broken me and I'd rather slit my own throat than let them win." For hopefully obvious reasons with how much he hates the systems he exists in to the point where he hates all nobility for purely the fact that they are nobility. Modern verse he's spent his life from the day hos mother tried to kill their family and almost succeeded he just happened to be the only one that woke up.
So when he spends all his life living in places he doesn't care for, because the foster care system isn't good at all (especially if you're afab) and as soon as he's out of it and in a group home trying to make something of himself he gets fed all these loes recruiters always tell. How he'll have all these nice things if he just serves for a number of years and that nearly killed him so many times, but one of the main things he picked up from that experience is that if you can't rely on whose next to you to be strong in the face of everything you really don't have anything.
He also picked up the idea that the only thing he's really good for is just being a wall for other people which is how he initially got into security. And both of those ideas are not only not true, but are also so harmful to himself as a person to the point where je doesn't feel like he has the right to talk to anyone about any of his issues. Robin only gets him to talk by getting him to talk about things that don't seem related until he's saying the quiet part out loud that he can pry at. Which is hard enough since he doesn't talk a lot to begin with and I think his reflection of his own self identity issues really show in how he dresses and carries himself.
In that he's not hurting for money and works for a pretty prestigious company that handles a lot of celebrities. He not only works security for Robin, but he's also worked it for Karth many times and I'm sure probably others. But... He wears old dress shirts/suits to woek and t-shirts you can buy in a pack of 5 for like 10$ and sweat pants at home, they don't fit well and they certainly don't make him look as good as he could. He also doesn't really do anything with his hair either, it's just pulled back and out of the way where it can't be pulled easy.
And once he actually starts to humanize himself and see himself as a person again he'll actually put in effort into his appearance. Haru will drag him out shopping, braid his hair, make him take care of his skin and scars and for once he'll actually keep up with it if only just to see the way he looks at him. But it will be a huge milestone eventually where with him looking better and happier and being more comfortable with pda and everything else, he will start acting more how he does in his normal verse just minus the dramatic nature of it and the sexualization of religion.
He'll look so pretty and probably a lot more approachable outside of work.
#ooc#/about the muse#𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 - [ 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘴 ]#verse; modern#thinking about him idk-#I'm half asleep JFJDJDDJ#but obligatory if we're mutuals and you want my discord just dm me and I'll yeet it
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Shut Him Up
Richie Tozier x Reader
Aged up 5 years after fight with IT so they are 18 :)
summary: The Losers Club has a movie night and Richie doesn’t know how to shut up.
warnings: cursing, fluff
word count: 2.1k
Popcorn popped loudly in the vibrating microwave, Y/N maneuvered around the kitchen gathering the various snacks and drinks that the Loser’s requested. She grabbed a large bowl for the popcorn as a knock pounded against the door.
“Hold on!” Y/N dropped the hot bag and rushed over to the door, pulling it open with a huff, delighted to see Beverly Marsh behind the door. “Oh thank god it’s you.” Y/N said wrapping her arms around Bev.
“You sure are happy to see me.”
“Because I know you’ll actually help me get everything set up and not just goof off. If Richie was the first one here one more time I was gonna go crazy.” Y/N explained as she walked to the kitchen, handing Bev a few bags of chips and a tray holding drinks. Y/N poured the popcorn in a bowl and grabbed the packages of candy from beside her and ushered for Bev to follow her through the corridor to her Living Room. They dropped the snacks onto the table. Y/N looked down to see she was still in her “nicer” clothes.
“Hey, I’m gonna go get changed real quick, open the door if any of them come.”
“I need you to know I’m gonna snoop.” Bev yelled out as Y/N began bounding up the stairs.
“You always do!” Y/N yelled back. Once inside her room, she rummaged through her drawers to find an old t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. She put on a pair of socks, grabbed a few blankets from her room and came back down to a room full of teenage boys. She looked around at how the chairs and couches filled up, to see that she was once again stranded on the loveseat with the chatterbox himself Richie Tozier.
“Hey Bev! I think you might have left something in my room last week, can you come with me for a sec?” Y/N yelled, just peering around the corner. All eyes looked at her.
“What did she forget?” Ben asked as Bev passed by him.
“A girl thing, there’s a reason I didn’t say what.”
“Oh so a Brassiere!” Richie said in the annoying British voice before switching back to his own. “You could have just said Y/N/N, we all know you both have tits.”
Y/N simply flipped him off and grabbed Bev’s hand to go upstairs. The two got inside Y/N’s room and Y/N just crossed her arms and looked at her.
“What? Why are you mad?”
“How the hell did I end up next to Richie AGAIN?”
“We practically have assigned seats at this point…” Bev said trying to play it off.
“Bullshit. Last week you sat in the La-Z-Boy with Bill and this week you’re on the big couch with Ben, Mike and Stan. What is up?” Y/N stared at Bev until she finally broke.
“Okay, he has a crush on you and is too scared to tell you so he keeps asking to sit next to you and showing up first.” Y/N’s jaw hung slack for a few moments before she snapped it shut and ran her hands through her hair. She collapsed backwards onto her bed.
“Beeeevvvvvv. This can’t be happening to me.”
“Oh please, like you don’t feel the same way.” Bev said grabbing Y/N’s hands and pulling her to sit up.
“What are you—“ Y/N looks at Bev who just cocks her head as if to ask ‘are you serious?’. “Fine, maybe I do. But he NEVER shuts up during movies. It ruins the experience.”
“Just ask him to stop, he’d do anything you ask, I’m sure of it.” Bev said. “Now, we have to get down there or else they’ll know this was definitely a lie.”
The two giggle as they leave the room and go back down the stairs. Y/N hip bumps Bev as Bev goes to her seat on the couch and Y/N puts in the movie.
“Kay Stanley, what did you bring us on this fine evening?” Y/N said as she glanced down at the CD.
“Forrest Gump. It was released in theaters a few months ago, the woman at Blockbuster said that it is a must see. It has Tom Hanks.”
“Oh that’s the dude on the poster in the Arcade!” Richie piped in.
“Yeah it is Richie! Doesn’t it have umm…the woman who played Princess Buttercup…umm Ro—“
“Robin Wright!” Stanley finished her thought. “Yeah it is, so you’ve heard of it?”
“Yeah my parents saw it, they loved it. I guess we’re in for a treat.” Y/N flashed her smile to the Loser’s as she tiptoed her way to beside Richie. She couldn’t help but notice that there was only one blanket on the seat.
“Hey guys? I thought I brought down a blanket for each of us?” Y/N looked around the room, the sound of previews playing. Her eyes finally landed on Bev, who had a curious smirk across her face.
“Oh…huh…when I was distributing them there was only seven…I guess you didn’t.”
“It’s fine, I’ll just go grab another.” Before she could leave, Richie grabbed a hold of her hand.
“Don’t worry about that, just take this one. I don’t get cold.”
“Yeah, okay, sure. We all know that’s true.” Y/N said sarcastically, dropping onto the seat. The movie had only been playing for about 15 minutes and Y/N swore that Richie was leaning over and whispering something for 14 minutes of it.
“Psst…Y/N/N…” Richie leaned over to whisper once more.
“What?!” Y/N whispered back with force.
“I actually am cold, can we share?” She looked over, he was giving her puppy dog eyes and her hard exterior was being broken with each second she held eye contact.
“Fine.” She untucked the blanked from under her and threw it across Richie’s Lap. She had to scoot closer in order for the blanket to comfortably cover them both.
“Oooh, awfully close there sweetheart. It’s almost like you like me or some shit.” Richie teased. Y/N just rolled her eyes and kept her focus onto the movie. The blanket and close proximity kept Richie quiet for a bit, but not too long.
“Y/N/N.”
“Richie, please, can you just shut the fuck up?” Y/N/N plead to him in a whisper. She looked toward him, unaware of how close they were, as their noses nearly grazed. Richie took in a breath.
“Make me.” He said, softening his frame. Y/N didn’t know what took over her. Maybe it was the fact that she wanted to actually watch the movie. Maybe it was the fact that she’s had a crush on Richie for the past two years. Maybe she’s using it as ammunition against his crush. She didn’t know for certain, but she leaned forward and kissed Richie. At first gently--longingly. But then she pulled his head closer to her for a more passionate kiss for a few seconds and then she pulled back. She sat back firmly against the couch. Richie sat dazed for a second, glancing between Y/N and his own lap before sitting back just as Y/N did.
The credits began to roll when Mike leaned over and flicked on the lamp in the room. Everyone did the usual stretching and readjusting to light. Stan and Eddie started to small talk about the movie but their attention was piqued by Bev.
“Y/N, did you break Richie?” Bev asked, looking towards the boy who was sitting back against the loveseat, with love struck eyes and a confused look across his face. Every so often he would just look over towards Y/N and then immediately just back to his lap. Y/N glanced over for the first time since and giggled to herself a little bit.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N said just for the ruse.
“Look at him! He’s like…glazed over.” Eddie said flailing at the boy sitting there.
“Yeah, and I haven’t heard him in like 45 minutes, that’s not normal.” Stanley agreed. Suddenly, Richie snaps out of his daze and cockily turns to Y/N.
“Come on, Y/N/N. Show them what you did to me.” Richie smirked in the cockiest way he ever has. As much as she hated it, she kinda loved it too.
“Fine, I will.” Y/N declared in the same tone, making glaring eye contact as she pulled Richie in for a kiss. It lasted for a few moments before they pulled apart. They looked at each other for a few moments.
“What just happened?” Mike said blankly bursting the bubble the two were in.
“That was so…” Eddie pauses to gag. “So fucking nasty.”
“Wow thank you Eds for those touching words.” Y/N sarcastically said.
“Are you gonna explain or are we just gonna sit here?” Bev asked.
“He wouldn’t shut the fuck up during the movie so I asked him to, and he said ‘make me’, so I kissed him. It worked.” She said, maintaining eye contact with Bev, who then started to giggle. Richie’s eyes moved between the two girls, piecing things together.
“Fuck you Bev. You fucking told her.” Richie said standing up angrily, gathering his stuff up, clearly about to storm out.
“Richie I—“Bev started to answer.
“I don’t want to hear it. You both embarrassed me, I…I gotta go.” Richie tried to get past Bill and Mike who had now formed a barrier in front of the door.
“R-R-R-Richie, just listen to th-th-them.” Bill said.
“Why should I?” Richie said. Y/N nervously stood from the love seat and turned to face the doorway.
“Because I’m in love with you.”
“You’re fucking in love with me?” Richie asked shocked.
“Let’s go upstairs, shall we?” Y/N laced her hands through Richie’s and pulls him up the stairs. She slinks through her door and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her for Richie. He sits down, and starts wringing his hands. The silence is deafening. “Hey.” She said as she leans to bump into him.
“Y/N/N…” he said dishearteningly. As she looked at him, her gut told her to just say ‘Fuck it’.
“Richie I have had a crush on you since that day two years ago when you found me crying in the clubhouse. You just sat and listened to me, and you made me feel so…safe. It was a side of you I had never seen before. And I liked it. And then suddenly I started liking everything. Except for when you talk through movies, but everything else.” She giggled, and looked at him. She loved the way his curls framed his face and the way his brown eyes still sparkled unlike any other. She loved the way sometimes his mouth looked too big for his face. She loved the way he would overcompensate with his jokes. She loved the way he would tease and treat all of the Losers the same way, and that he cared about spending time with each and every single one of them. He was so loyal, and funny, and handsome, and he was just so utterly Richie.
“You were even pretty when you were crying.” Richie joked back. “I’ve liked you since after the fight with IT, when you asked me if I was okay. No one ever asks me that. I’m surprised you didn’t catch on to this whole fucking crush thing sooner.”
“I’m surprised you were such a pussy and didn’t make the first move.” Y/N responded back.
“Ouch, Y/N, getting me right where it hurts.” Richie pretending to stab himself through the heart and fell back onto the bed. He pulled a dead face, only for a second before he opened one eye and turned to her to see her reaction. Through breathy laughs, she leaned down to hover over the boy. His hand found a base at the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. It started off sweet and soft but as they realized the position they were in, Y/N flipped her leg over his waist in order to straddle him. The kiss began to pick up speed and passion. The two started to really get into it, only to be cut off by the Losers slamming the door open.
“Oh gross! You guys! We were right down stairs!” Eddie shrieked. Y/N climbed off of Richie.
“As if I would fuck him the very first night we’re dating.”
“We’re dAting?” Richie’s voice cracked with excitement. Y/N turned to him, gave him a peck and a smiley nod yes. “Oh Fuck yeah!”
“Does this mean we’re gonna find y’all making out during movie nights now?”
“God no!”-- “Hell yeah!” Richie and Y/N responded in unison, there were definitely a few things they still needed to work out, but they were happier than ever before.
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H-hewwo? 👉👈 Hhhhh I'm not original at all but I'm a slut for those so, may I suggest 'having your first kiss' headcanons? Or just first kiss in general, if inexperienced reader is too specific. For Law, Luffy, Robin, Sabo and Zoro? 🤭 Thanks!
a/n: I’ve loved this suggestion from the moment you dropped it in my box, Basi, thank you! I’ve had to leave it and come back to it a few times, but now it’s finally complete! Please enjoy 💕 (I’m not sure if I captured the ‘inexperienced reader’ detail well enough whoops)
featuring: Law, Luffy, Robin, Sabo, & Zoro + gn!reader
warnings: smooch city! 💋
FIRST KISS WITH INEXPERIENCED READER
➳ LAW doesn’t care to put such importance on “firsts” because he’s worried that you’re setting yourself up for disappointment. He’s kissed plenty before, so he knows what to expect. Granted, he’s aware that kissing you will be a little different because of his genuine feelings for you, but he still thinks it best to not make a fuss over it. So, he goes for it one day, and let’s just say, he was not prepared for the feel of your soft lips against his and the effect they had on him. The two of you quickly lose yourselves in the kiss with Law desperately pulling you closer and you tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands. It’s messy, heavy, and far from what either of you had expected, but it’s one hell of a first kiss. Easily setting the precedent for future kisses to come, Law knows he’s going to have to learn how to not go into cardiac arrest when he kisses you.
➳ LUFFY eases your worries of inexperience when he asks to kiss you with a beaming, innocent grin on his face. He doesn’t care if you’ve never kissed before or if you’ve kissed a 1,000 lips; all he asks is to kiss yours in this very moment. He’s a little eager when he squeezes your face in between his strong hands, but you take note of how they instantly soften when your lips at last collide. He holds your face steady, lips parting ever so slightly to ask for permission to move against yours. He doesn’t want to rush you, but he is already addicted to the taste of you. It’s a more tender side of Luffy that you welcome wholeheartedly and you have to steady your breathing when he pulls away. His excited smile returns as he gleefully asks for another, though he hardly gives you time to respond before his lips are crashing against yours once more.
➳ ROBIN takes her time to make sure you feel comfortable. She’s previously gauged your interests in physical affections, and when she catches you staring at her lips, she politely asks if you want a kiss. When you tell her how inexperienced you are, of course she doesn’t mind, nor does she tease. She is more than happy to teach you the art of kissing. She’s gentle as she leans in, placing a soft, comforting hand against your cheek, and landing delicately against your quivering lips. She’s slow in her movements, encouraging your lips to come alive as she moves against them. You exchange small smiles between connected lips as your heart beats rapidly in your chest, fingers grabbing onto her hands that hold you still, keeping you safe. Only when she pulls away does she tease you, stating that you might need some extra lessons and how she will gladly be your tutor.
➳ SABO is patient and wants to make your first kiss special. He remembers his, and it was a total disaster, so he’s glad he’s getting the opportunity for a do over with you. He’d always intended for it to be planned, but one day, you two find yourselves entangled in overwhelming happiness that you just kind of find yourselves absentmindedly leaning in. Everything about it feels so natural. His lips are intoxicatingly warm against yours, slow and inviting as they encourage motion from you. It starts off with small smooches, then leads to lots of slow, opened mouth kisses and breathy pants as you get lost in kissing each other, unsure of where your lips end and begin, blissfully ignorant of time and the world around you. When he pulls away, Sabo’s energy changes and he becomes a little tease by biting and tugging at your bottom lip, showing you what more you have to look forward to.
➳ ZORO is just as nervous as you. Perhaps even more so, because let’s face it, he doesn’t have any experience either. The only things to ever touch his lips are swords and bottles, what is he supposed to do with another pair of lips? Especially yours! You’re the one that has to initiate, pulling him into you and just going for it. His eye shoots open, and he’s unsure of what to do with himself. What does he do with his hands? Is he supposed to move his lips? How long are you supposed to do this for? When do you breathe?? His mind is racing, heart following suit, so he, unfortunately, becomes stiff against you. When you realize, you quickly pull away, apologizing profusely for catching him off guard and ruining your first kisses. But he doesn’t mutter a single word as he cuts you off by pulling you back in by your chin, because he hates the way his lips feel cold and lonely without yours. He kisses you again with much more energy, eye closed blissfully as he clumsily, but passionately, explores his new favorite part of you.
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What's your opinion of Jason's Red Hood black and white outfit with the cape and red pill-shaped helm-mask-very Freudian shaped thingie on his head? I know he was being a dramatic hoe and a supervillain at the time, but I just see Dick, Tim and Damien doubled over laughing, pointing and wheezing at the sight of that fashion disaster.
Hu-uh- Totally, but Tim and Dick being alive and active during the 90's to early 00's means they can't make fun of anyone’s fashion sense. ( ¬‿¬ ) ✧
As for my opinion, the TLDR is that it’s not a good design for Jason.
There’s nothing easier to draw than a skin-tight outfit, just like drawing a helmet is easier than drawing a face with hair. Now easy don't always equate fun, but that's very subjective and it’s not why I think this outfit is bad.
The reason why I think it's not a good design is because ; context and questionable intents.
That design doesn't fit what was previoulsy established about the character, but perfectly ilustrates how after UTRH, Jason suddenly went from disillusioned to delusional off panels.
You said the magic word, anon : supervillain.
We're post UTRH then, and what did that comic establish about Jason? That Jason's not a cape. Simple as that. Jason thinks Batman or his methods (and thus any other bats), are out of touch with reality. He is very sufficient toward them; this disillusioned cynical who wear pants and not tights, a jacket and not a cape, a helmet and not a mask, etc... One glance at his design in UTRH and anyone can tell Jason’s neither part of Batman’s crew, nor is he part of Gotham’s more colorful rogues.
Jason is literally this too-down-to-earth nerd who bully Batman because he's a comic book character who operates under comic book logic. Ironically Jason’s gray morals makes him a very versatile character, but DC still went with the only direction that was in complete contradiction with his motivations or background. Which is super impressive, in a morbid sort of way.
Last grip with the design: the creatives' intents. Because, again, context.
The way Jason read and is framed as in that arc feels ill-intentioned toward the character. The red pill-helmet is very different from the Batman Ninja’s basket head for this.
In BN, the design is in accord with the character, the setting, and the tone of the story. Here, the helmet and cape is a reference to a Red Hood design that Joker once wear in some versions. That’s it. The intents is to associate Jason with the Joker's imagery (whereas UTRH red hood design avoid this altogether). Here, Jason just pulled a 180° in term of characterization off panels so he can be Bat!Dick's Joker. Something-you become the monster you hunt- something.
Meaning: The outfit isn't designed to fit the character. But the character is changed/twisted to fit the new design/direction.
It either intentionally betrays the material that established the character, or show a complete misunderstanding of the character.
RH!Jason isn't obsessed about the Joker or being the better Batman. That’s a hot take that appeared after, strangely coincide with the starts of Jason’s character assassination. UTRH Jason isn’t a Joker’s rogue. He’s a Batman’s rogue. Jason's obsessed to determine if his partnership/relationship with Batman meant as much as it meant to Jason, or if Jason was a fool all along. Joker is just a tool/plot device Jason use to get back at Batman. It’s a duel between Jason’s logic (an eye for an eye, a death for a death) versus Batman’s. In a way, the way the story is set already admits Jason knows Bruce’s ideology is more important here, and crushes Jason last hope to be proven wrong in the ending.
Red pill Hood has no such nuance and brings nothing fun on the table unless you get off on hating Jason. BatDick, Robin!Tim or Damian would have profited from facing a ennemy or rival like UTRH!Jason.
Or maybe what ultimately culminated into Red pill Hood; the pathetic villain who can’t even escape prison on his own when it’s Gotham’s rogue 101, the rotten apple all-along, the failure robin in the wrong for betraying/criticizing the Bat’s creed, is the bad guy or mirror image theses characters deserve. Idk.
So, anon, if you’re still there lmao, you perfectly summed it: "the other Robins should have laugh, finger pointing at Jason for wearing this”. Like they're all mean kindergarteners.
I think it's very much what this design was supposed to inspire to the readers at the time. I think the outfit was meant to make Jason looks as unhinged and ridiculous as the character had been made to sound then.
Jason had this long character assassination period post-UTRH and this design/relooking is an iconic part of that era.
The minute DC tried to salvage red-head Jason (a change of staff was involved), Jason got a redesign that took inspiration from Red pill Hood. But everything about it, looks and characterization, was less vile. I still dislike that iteration because it's a follow up to this post-UTRH assassination and has red-hair. But if I forget that for a hot minute, we now had a character whose only purpose wasn't just to wanks the bats or some petty fanboys’ ego, but to be an actual antagonist, and DC forbid it, a fun villain/anti-villain.
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in which harry doesn’t like halloween until a certain pair of trick or treaters knock on his door.
a/n: HAPPY HARRYWEEN EVERYONE! personally don’t like halloween myself, but I hope everyone has a spooky and fun day (indoors, ofc)! here’s my first halloween piece that was meant to be a blurb, but turned out a little longer than expected, enjoy!
thank you to ira @stylesloveclub & cait @sweetcreatureinthedark for reading this over! <3
enjoy 5k words of teacher/dad!harry being cute
warnings: brief mention of death, mostly fluff
LETS TALK ABOUT PEBBLES & THE SCARECROW IN MY INBOX! pls let me know your thoughts!
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Harry wasn’t fond of Halloween, if he’s being honest.
The thought of people putting on scary masks, scaring little kids out of their driveway is something that was so unsettling to him. The scary movies that always release around the month of October that promoted their commercials, causing him to startle on the couch because of the jump scare was not something he looked forward to every year. Especially when those said movies would have their ad on the radio, which makes it even scarier because he could only listen. He would usually have his Bluetooth on with his own music playing, but when it’s only a five minute drive, he doesn’t bother with the Bluetooth. Either way, he doesn’t like it.
Halloween is not fun, he would say every year.
However, the upside to the month of October was something he looked forward to because that’s when the weather really changed. September would be sunny and hot still, but then comes around October and the sun would peek behind the clouds as the weather got colder. The leaves would fall from their branches and onto the ground, loving the sound of the crunchy leaves beneath his feet, especially building a pile and jumping into them. Not alone, of course, but with his baby girl who loved to just squeal and laugh at her dad whenever he would jump into the pile of orange leaves that he collected on their front lawn.
Wynn, his daughter, also loved the change of fall weather just as much as he did. Harry would hype it up so much because October was the start of holiday season, and he loved being in a festive mood. So, naturally, Wynn picked up on his behavior and was just like her dad; jumping up and down when he would get excited.
Another thing that he liked about Halloween was that he got to pass out candy to the fellow trick or treaters to all the students in the school during their Halloween bash, and to the kids in his friendly neighborhood. Every year, he would buy plenty of candy for the students—sometimes buying too much because he didn’t want anyone to be left out when they would walk up to him. But if he did have extra, he would save them for later that night for the kids in the neighborhood.
He loved seeing the students’ reactions when he would tell them that they had a cool costume. He especially loved it when the kids would compliment his own costume. Some teachers didn’t really like to dress up on Halloween as they only wore a headband of some sorts or a festive t-shirt, but Harry liked to go all out. He’s been teaching for six years, and every year, he made sure to join in on the fun. One of his favorite costumes was when he dressed up as Peter Pan and Wynn was Tinker Bell. They always coordinated costumes, and Harry hoped that once she gets older, she would never stop wanting to match with him, but he knows that’s inevitable; he’ll just hold onto these moments for now. That was one of his favorites because Wynn just loved her costume so much that she didn’t want to take it off, so seeing her so happy in her princess dress just made his heart burst.
But this year, he thinks he’s topped the previous years.
As he said goodbye to Wynn, dropping her off at her class, he greeted her first grade teacher.
“Oh! Don’t you both look absolutely adorable!” Mrs. Robin, an old lady who had been teaching for years and retiring this school year, said.
“Thank you, Mrs. Robin. Think this year is my favorite,” Harry said, looking down at Wynn as she nodded her small head at him. Harry was dressed as Fred Flinstone and Wynn was Pebbles. He thought she was the absolute cutest, and he even did her hair the same way in the morning, but instead of a bone, he replaced it with a white bow.
“You two always have the loveliest costumes!” Harry looked down at Wynn, raising his eyebrows at her to say thank you, and she looked at her teaching, thanking her.
“Anyways, I gotta go get my class from their line. I’ll see you later at the bash,” he told Mrs. Robin. He bent down, meeting Wynn’s eye level. “Be good, okay?” His daughter nodded. “I’ll see you later. Make sure you say hi to me,” he reminded her. “Love you, bunches.”
“Love you, tons,” the little girl replied, and he gave her forehead a kiss before she wrapped his arms around his shoulders, giving him a hug. They’ve always been inseparable, and Harry had separation anxiety whenever they part even if it’s just a little bit. And as much as he loves how much his daughter loves him, he hoped that she doesn’t suffer from it as well—although, he thinks it’s starting to begin. He couldn’t help it—he was an affectionate person and always loved to give her hugs and kisses, to which she would give them back.
Harry quickly walked to his classroom, putting his belongings and the bags of candy down before walking out to pick up his class. Harry taught the third grade, and they were a smart bunch. He loved how it was in between sweet and cuteness, but also watching them grow. He thinks fourth and fifth grade was when they started to become too sassy and dramatic, so he liked being in between.
“Hi, everyone! Happy Halloween!” He greeted, and his class cheered, some of his students telling him that he looked so cool, and Harry said thank you to them as he complimented them back. “Everyone follows me in a straight line. Don’t stop walking, don’t stray, don’t turn around, and please be sure to keep all hands and feet inside of the vehicle, got it?” They all nodded. “Alright, enjoy the ride, here we go!” He started walking as he smiled. He came up with that line when he was in his second year of teaching as he wanted his class to have fun while going into the classroom, so he acted like it was a rollercoaster, and the kids seemed to love it.
When they got inside the classroom, the kids took their seats at their desk. Harry told them that they had to do a quick lesson before the Halloween bash, earning a groan throughout the classroom.
“I know, I know. But it’ll be quick! And then we’ll all have fun after. Unless you all would prefer I teach the lesson after the bash and after lunch?” He asked, knowing what the answer would be. Usually on Halloween, they would have a lesson, the bash, lunch, and Harry would put on a movie as he passed out treats to fill in the rest of the day before the school day ended. Their heads shook as Harry chuckled. “I figured,” he said before he started the quick lesson on reading.
The lesson only lasted thirty minutes, just in time to head out to the bash. All the classrooms were filing out to the courts, which was the larger area of the school that could fit all eighteen classrooms. The classrooms form a single line all around the three basketball courts, and each class would walk around in a single file line with their bags in hand as the teachers would pass out candy. Music would play and some of the staff would dress into one of those big floaty costumes to jump around in and entertain the other classes who were patiently waiting. The parents were allowed to join as well if they had the time to see their kids in cute costumes; the more the merrier.
Harry’s class stood in their designated spot, having them line up, and he walked around to check if anyone got left behind, which no one did. The music started and classroom number one was instructed to do their lap, which were the kindergarten classes. Harry was classroom number eleven, so he got his big bowl of candy ready as the first class started to walk around. He saw some really fun costumes; one student was the sun and their friend was the moon, which he thought was so adorable. Once the class before the next was halfways, the next class was instructed to go.
It went by fairly smoothly, although he could tell that some students were bored, which was understandable. Harry waited for Wynn’s class, in which she was in classroom number six, the last one of the first grade class. He spotted her in her bright green polka dot shirt and tortoise pants—she looked so adorable. He got his phone out when her class was close enough, taking a video of her at the same time as passing out candy.
“Hi, Daddy!” She greeted, reaching up to hug him.
“Oh, you’re the cutest. Hi, bubba,” he said as he hugged her back. The embrace was so sweet that he didn’t want to let go, and he didn’t until Wynn said something.
“Uh, daddy, I gotta go now.” He snapped out of it, and saw that her class was onto the next two classes. He let go of her before kissing her cheek, saying see you later.
The rest of the Halloween day went by smoothly. It was quite cold out, so the teachers were allowed to have the students eat inside if they wanted to.
By the end of the day, he picked Wynn up from the front before he made sure his entire class was picked up safely.
“Did you have fun?” Harry asked Wynn once he saw her.
“Yeah! Look at all the candy!” She showed him her bag full of sweets.
“Wow! Alright, let’s get home and sort through the ones you want and don’t want. Gonna have to pick fifteen,” he told her and she pouted. He hated that pout, even though it was adorable, it was a dangerous pout that had Harry almost give in, but he had to be the strong parent. “Sorry, pretty. Thems the rules. Last year I gave you ten, so I bumped it up by five.”
“Alright…” she trailed off, and Harry chuckled.
Before they left, he quickly caught Mrs. Robin before she walked away. “Oh, by the way, Mrs. Robin. Do you mind taking a picture of us? Realized I forgot to take one this morning.”
“Of course, dear! Harry unlocked his phone and opened the camera up before handing it to her. She pointed the camera towards them as she snapped a few pictures of them. They were smiling brightly at the camera before Harry picked Lynn up, so they were the same height. “Here you are. Have a lovely Halloween, you two.” Mrs. Robin bid them goodbye as they both waved. Harry looked at the pictures, seeing that they were blurry and some of them had her finger in the lens. Harry brushed it off, chuckling to himself as he’ll figure out how you two will get a picture later.
They headed to the car and on their way home to continue the fun with by getting and passing out more candy.
The cold 5 p.m evening was relaxing and quiet as there weren’t many trick or treaters out just yet, only the little ones that needed to get their candy early in order to be back before bedtime.
And that’s what you were doing with your three year old. You asked Penelope if she wanted to go and get candy, and just the sound of candy coming out from mommy’s mouth was music to her tiny ears, so she nodded her head.
“Go now?” She asked, and you looked at the time as it was almost five in the evening.
“Yeah! We can’t stay long because it’s gonna be cold and I don’t want you to get sick,” you told her.
“No, I don’t want sick,” Penelope shook her head no.
“Yeah, me either. I’ll bring a jacket just in case, don’t worry,” you reassured her, and she smiled.
The jacket didn’t take long to put on. Once you felt the breeze rush through you, blowing away some of the leaves from the ground as Penelope was stomping on them, you immediately put her burnt orange teddy bear coat on over her scarecrow brown dress. You left the hood off since she was wearing a pointy black hat with a sunflower attached to it, which kept falling off everytime she jumped a little too much, might you add. So, you kept having to pick it up and put it back on her.
You two had visited five houses so far, all houses being so lovely to Penelope as they complimented how adorable she was. Now, you were walking towards the next house when you suggested you go across the street since some of the other houses had signs already prepared saying ‘no candy!’
Penelope usually went with the flow, so she agreed as you two walked across the street and decided to just complete the entire block before walking back home before it got too cold and too late.
“Go on, baby,” you encouraged her to knock on the black door. She ended up slapping the door with her open palm because she said knocking was hurting her hand. You waited at the bottom of the stairs for the owner of the house to open the door, and Penelope waited thirty seconds before she turned around with a pout on her face. “Don’t think they’re home yet. Lets go to the next one!” You said enthusiastically, hoping to lift her frown. She walked down the brick stairs as you reached out for her hand to hold.
As you made it down the walkway and onto the sidewalk, you heard the door open frantically, making you turn around from the sudden noise and from a man calling out for you.
“Wait, wait! I have candy!” The man ran down the walkway in a Fred Flinstone costume with a bucket of candy. You chuckled a bit because never did you imagine Fred himself was chasing after you. He was a very attractive man and he pulled the Flinstone costume quite well. “Sorry, I, uh, was just getting changed into my costume. I’m sorry it took so long. I didn’t realize people would be out trick or treating so early,” he said breathlessly from his rushed actions.
You giggled. “Well, this one has to before she makes it for bedtime,” you referred to the little one who was jumping on the leaves. Harry looked down as his eyes beamed.
“Well, look at you! Aren't you the cutest scarecrow!” Penelope looked up once she heard her costume. She smiled at the unknown man, but all she knew was that he had a bowl of candy that she would like to get her hands on. “I got lots of options here. You could choose one or two if you’d like.” Harry bent down to Penelope’s height, holding out the candy bowl to her. He had full fixed candy bars and candy packs, and you thought that must’ve been expensive.
Penelope picked the candies she knew, which were a Hershey’s Cookies n’ Creme bar and a Twix bar. You raised them up to you, beaming proudly as you lowered her candy basket for her to put it in.
“What do you say, baby?”
She turned to Harry again. “Tank you!”
“You’re welcome!” Harry responded. “Oh, uh, I’m Harry, by the way.” He shook your hand, introducing himself. He smiled, dimples popping out and you felt yourself blush.
“I’m Y/N,” you smiled.
“And who might this be?” He bent down again at Penelope.
“I’m Pennie!” Your daughter introduced herself, and you smiled proudly.
“It’s lovely to meet you both. You look amazing, Pennie! Although, your mummy doesn’t have a costume on,” he teased, looking at you as he smirked, making your heart flutter.
“Well, mommy stayed up all night putting together and sewing her costume together, so I didn’t have time to make one for myself,” you explained. You were quite proud of Pennie’s costume. It was a brown dress with long sleeves that had different fall colored squares, but it was all one piece, so Pennie didn’t have to wear something underneath besides her leggings.
“Wow, you made this? This looks amazing!” Harry complimented, and you humbly said thank your
“So, uh, since your Fred Flinstone, is the rest of your family dressed up too?” You asked curiously.
“Oh, no. Just my daughter,” he chuckled, “which by the way, you need to see her costume, one second.” Harry quickly walked into the house, calling out for his daughter. You and Pennie waited on the sidewalk. After a few seconds, Harry came out with his daughter holding his hand as you thought they were the cutest pair.
“You two are just adorable!” You squealed as you looked at them fondly.
“Hi, I’m Wynette, but I go by Wynn,” the six year old girl smiled as she introduced herself.
“Hi, Wynn. I’m Y/N, and this is…Pennie, please stand up.” You found your daughter laying in the pile of leaves. Harry and Wynn laughed fondly. “Sorry about that.” You got Pennie to stand up, brushing her dress off from the dirt and mud.
“It’s okay! Wynn and I love to jump and lay in the leaves all the time,” Harry said. “Oh! Actually, do you mind doing me a favor? I know we just met, but…”
“Yeah, of course!” You accepted.
“Do you mind getting a picture of us? We tried getting on earlier, but it was all blurry,” Harry chuckled, taking out his phone and opening up the camera.
“Yeah, I got you.” You grabbed his phone as Harry and Wynn both smiled and posed. You lowered down the brightness a tad bit, and took multiple pics of them from different angles, even kicking some of the leaves to their feet to add to the fall effect. After you took plenty, you handed his phone back. “Let me know if you’d like me to take more.”
“Wow, these are perfect!” Harry exclaimed as he looked at them. “Are you a photographer?”
“Oh, no. I just really liked taking pictures when I was younger, so I always knew how to take good pictures on an iPhone,” you chuckled, making Harry laugh. Harry proceeded to joke that you should definitely be a photographer but only using a phone, and you teased back saying that you’ll think about it.
Meanwhile as you two were talking, you two didn’t realize Pennie and Wynn playing in the leaves. Wynn was throwing a handful in the air as the leaves rained down onto the two of them. You smiled fondly at the two, and looked at Harry who was snapping some pictures.
After a few moments, you called Pennie. “Alright, c’mon, baby. Let’s finish all these houses,” you reached out for her hand, but she pouted, shaking her head no. “Pennie…”
“No, no! I don’t wanna leave!” Her eyes started tearing up as she frowned.
“Don’t you want to get more candy?” You asked softly. She didn’t respond, rather turn towards Wynn and look at her with a pout.
“Oh, uh, I think she wants Wynn to go with her,” Harry chimed in. “Think she got attached too easily within those ten minutes.” You let out a chuckle, knowing that he was right.
“I’m sorry. Uh, she probably won’t leave your front lawn, but you totally don’t have to come with us, but-”
“Nonsense! We’d love to go! Right, Wynn?” Wynn nodded her head happily as she continued playing with Pennie. “We usually trick or treat later in the evening, but we’d love to go with you now. I’ll just leave the candy out at the front.”
“But wouldn’t the kids just take them all?”
“Hey, that’s fine by me. As long as it’s going somewhere,” Harry shrugged. “Just give me one second to get the rest of the candy, and then we could go.” Harry walked back inside of the house. Wynn stayed with Pennie as you two watched them. You noticed Pennie wasn’t crying anymore, but she was giggling with tear stained cheeks as the older girl twirled her around.
Two minutes later, Harry walked out of his house and locked the door before putting the candy bowl down onto the steps with a sign that said ‘take one, please!’ but he knew that no one was going to follow the sign’s instruction. After that, he turned towards you, smiling. “Shall we go?” You nodded your head as Harry gave Wynn her candy basket.
The four of you walked on the leaf covered sidewalk; Wynn and Pennie were walking together in the front as you and Harry walked together behind them.
“So, what do you do for a living?” You started the conversation.
“I’m a third grade teacher. Have been for six years. What about you?”
“I run a small business, selling jewelry and clothing. That’s all I do right now, and it’s gotten pretty big, so it’s taken care of a lot,” you smiled humbly.
“Wow, that’s amazing. I could definitely see the talent through Pennie’s costume. I’d have to check it out sometime to support.” You smiled at that, giving him the name of your shop.
The two of you continue walking, waiting for your children as they got candy, and getting to know one another.
“Do you live around here?” He asked. “I mean, not in a creepy way,” he chuckled nervously.
You giggled. “Yeah, I live about a block away. We usually walk on the opposite side, but decided to come on this side.”
“Well, I’m glad you decided to come over here,” he said innocently, but it could be taken as flirtatious.
“Me too,” you smiled softly. He smiled back as he thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen that’s not related to him. You had soft eyes that looked at him with care, and a smile that he thought was the most gorgeous; you even had dimples on corners of mouth when you would smile, and he just thought that was the cutest thing.
Obviously, he didn’t know that you were thinking the same thing as him. You felt somewhat intimidated by the tall, attractive, and kind man beside you. And you think his daughter is the cutest. They don’t really look alike, but she probably got her mom’s looks. Speaking of her mother…
“So, the rest of your family didn’t want to come out with you two?” You asked curiously, still waiting for the answer if he was married or taken or not.
“No, it’s actually just Wynn and I…” you hummed, smiling to yourself. “You’re probably wondering where Wynn’s mum is, huh?” He teased, noticing your flusteredness.
“Oh, uh-” you stumbled.
“It’s okay. I’m wondering if you’re taken too,” he said honestly.
You chuckled nervously. “I’m not. Haven’t been since Penelope was born, actually.”
“Do you mind me asking what happened?”
“Only if you tell me what happened with Wynn’s mom,” you teased. “I mean, only if you want to.” Harry nodded, softly smiling.
“Pennie’s dad and I got married three years before she was born. Spare the details, but we got a divorce after she was born because I found out that he had another family…and he chose them over us,” you explained.
“Oh, wow, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s alright. I’m over it, and it was for the better because I didn’t want Pennie hearing us fight all the time and me yelling and asking where he’s been,” you breathed out a laugh. It seemed like the memory was just yesterday, but it’s been three years.
“That must’ve been hard. Are you happier?”
“Oh, yeah. Definitely. That’s when I launched my business because I couldn’t stay at home and do nothing, so I started to design.”
“That’s amazing!” Harry smiled.
“So, that’s my spooky story for today,” you chuckled, “what’s yours?”
“Wel, uh…”
“Don’t feel obligated to tell me because I told you my story,” you reassured, and he nodded.
“Yeah, I know. But I want to tell you. Have a feeling we’re gonna be around each other a lot more often.” He pointed his eyes at the two girls walking in front of you. You smiled at the two holding hands. “But anyways, Wynn’s mother passed away when she was about two months old.”
You softly gasped. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Harry.”
“As well as her father too.” Your eyes widened as you suddenly stopped walking for a moment. You looked at him skeptically, studying him for a moment. Harry furrowed his brows once you touched his stomach.
“What are you doing?”
“Are you a ghost?” You asked seriously. His words caught you off guard that you actually thought you were imagining Harry the whole time.
“What? No, I’m not,” he laughed. He totally understood why you thought that.
“Okay, good. Thought I was tripping. I mean it is Halloween. Anyways, you were saying?” You gave him your full attention as you two started walking again.
“Wynn’s actual parents passed during an accident. They were on their way back from a little date night. Her father, Alex, was my best friend, and I’m her godfather. So, after they passed, I was her guardian. But when they asked me to be her godfather, they told me the responsibilities and that if anything happened to them, to change Wynn’s last name to my own because they didn’t want her to live on with her life wondering who her real family was. So, I did as they told me. I changed it. And I’ve raised her her whole life, and she’s mine, y’know?” Harry told you, and you listened and nodded.
“Does Wynn know?”
“Yeah, she does. I told her last year because she wondered why she didn’t look like me, and I knew that I couldn’t just lie and hide it from her. She’s a smart girl, so I knew she would understand. She cried for a little bit—had an identity crisis and felt like she couldn’t call me dad anymore, but I told her that if she wanted to or not then I would be okay with it. Thankfully, she still does.” Harry looked at his feet as he walked, kicking the leaves around.
“You’re a great dad, Harry. I’ve known you for about thirty minutes, but I just know you are. Wynn is the sweetest, and you’re doing amazing. But thank you for telling me all that. Know I’m a bit of a stranger,” you slightly laughed.
“Just a tad bit, but I trust you—I feel it.” You smiled at him, nudging him as you walked, to which you earned one back.
You all walked back to Harry’s house, and by the time you got there, Pennie was reaching up towards you, telling you to pick her up. She must’ve been tired from all the walking and jumping with her new mate, so she was getting sleepy.
“I could drive you back, if you’d like?” Harry offered.
“No, it’s okay! Not that far of a walk. Thank you for joining us, though! Pennie and myself really appreciated it and we had fun,” you smiled.
“We did as well. We’ll see you around?” Harry said, and you nodded, waving goodbye.
Harry watched as you two walked away, and he really did have a great time. He felt refreshed and relieved after talking to you, and he doesn’t remember the last time he’s had a decent conversation with someone without turning it into more that same day.
Hopefully he will see you around.
November 1st was your favorite. You started feeling the festive mood as it was getting closer and closer to the holidays.
You and Pennie were out for a walk, and you offered to bring the stroller, but she shook her head, wanting to freely walk in the leaves. Taking the similar route as the night prior, you were hoping to see Harry. You were really infatuated with him, and you thought you two would be great friends, and maybe even more.
Suddenly, Pennie let go of your hand and started running towards the familiar house from last night. She tan quite fast for a toddler, and you would have to ask her if she wanted to join track when she was older.
“Penelope, get back here!” You chased after her, but it was too late when she slapped the door. You caught up to her and carried her. “Baby, please don’t run away from me like that again.” She said a soft ‘I’m sorry’ as you carried her off the walkway.
The door opened, revealing the familiar man. “Y/N? Pennie?”
“I’m sorry! We were going for a walk and she ran away from me and ran here,” you said breathlessly, walking towards the front door again.
Harry chuckled. “You wanna see Wynnie again, Pen?” Pennie’s eyes brightened at the sound of her friend’s name as she nodded. “Come on in!”
“A-Are you sure?” You asked hesitantly.
“Absolutely! We’re just cooking breakfast right now.”
You two walked in slowly as Harry followed behind. You out Pennie down as she stayed close to you. When Harry shut the door, Pennie tugged on his pant leg.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He bent down, giving his attention.
“Can I have another candy?” She asked shyly, and Harry smiled.
“Penelope…” you said.
“What? H-He gives the full size candy bars!” You and Harry laughed loudly.
“We have extra, but only if mummy lets you.” Pennie looked up at you with a pouty face, and of course, you gave in.
“Alright, alright. But you’re only eating it after dinner, and you only get three pieces,” you chuckled. The little girl started jumping up and down happily. Harry looked at the two of you and smiled fondly, loving the dynamic between you two.
Maybe he did like Halloween after all.
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A Friend at Midnight
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Written for Maribat March Day 13 - Reverse Robins
Dick hated Gotham Academy. He hated the pretentious, overqualified teachers. He hated the stuck-up, shallow students. He hated their expensive cars and their designer clothes and their smug faces. He hated the way they sucked up to him to his face but called him a circus freak behind his back. Especially, Dick hated their parties, where they drank and smoked and got high on party drugs.
However, a new drug was emerging in the back alleys of Gotham and Batman needed to know how far it had reached. So, as the only member of the family still in high school, it was Dick's job to infiltrate the party and investigate exactly what type of drugs his classmates were using. Dick wasn't happy about it but he didn't have much of a choice. Robin was Batman's sidekick, which meant that he didn't get to pick and choose his missions.
After an hour at Tony McLaughlin's house party Dick could safely say that the worst drug at the party was some ecstasy that Tony's older brother supplied. All Dick wanted to do was wash his hands and get away from the party, hopefully with enough time that he could still patrol with Tim. Dick rarely got to patrol with his older brother, who was so busy with his classes at Gotham University that he only ever came home during breaks.
Dick's plans for the night were derailed when he walked into the bathroom to see a girl lying in the bathtub, headphones in her eyes. Her eyes were closed, mascara messy from the tears. Dick recognized her as one of Lila's friends. She was a quiet girl, which was odd because most of Lila's friends were just as obnoxiously talkative as Lila.
"Are you alright?" asked Dick.
The girl blinked open her eyes. "I'm fine. I just wanted to get away from Lila."
At that moment, Lila Rossi poked her head through the bathroom door. "Dick, how nice to see you here." Lila said his name like it was honey on her tongue, lips curling into a smile as she spoke. Her eyes, however, betrayed her intentions. Dick was good at reading people. Good enough to know that Lila Rossi was bad news. "I didn't think you came to parties like this, not that I'm complaining. I see you've met the foreign exchange student that my family is hosting, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
It said a lot about Lila, thought Dick, that she said Marinette's relation to her before she said Marinette's name.
Dick shrugged, putting on his best nonchalant expression. "I just came to check it out. I was about to leave, anyway.
"You should stay. I'm sure you want to get to know Marinette. Isn't she just the cutest? We're best friends, Marinette and I." Lila got a little closer to Dick with every sentence until she was nearly pressed against his chest.
"Actually, I'm going home." Marinette pulled herself up out of the bathroom. Dick noted a few more details about her that he had missed in his first evaluation. There was alcohol on her breath as well as a plastic cup half-full of beer beside the bathtub. There was a bruise on the left side of her face, expertly hidden under her thick coat of makeup but easily detected by Dick, who was trained to recognize signs of abuse. There were also bruises on her knees, slightly obscured beneath her opaque tights, and scrapes on the palms of her hands. The evidence was overwhelming that there was something wrong with Marinette.
Lila rolled her eyes. "We're not leaving until the party's over."
"I'll take an uber."
"You didn't bring your wallet. How are you going to pay for that uber?" asked Lila, her tone starting to harden.
"I can drive Marinette home," said Dick. His offer was half a kindness towards Marinette, who looked like hell even though she was one of the most sober people at the party, and half because it gave him an excuse to leave without blowing his cover as just another partygoer.
"I don't think that's appropriate," said Lila. She looked scandalized at the suggestion that Dick and Marinette would go home together, which was an odd choice, considering she had propositioned Dick many times in his years at Gotham Academy.
"I don't care" Marinette walked out of the bathroom without another word, leaving Dick to trail after her as she made her way to the door, only detouring to grab a coat off of the back of one of the couches in the living room. She walked through the house like she owned the place, shooting glares at anyone who dared to get in her way. Dick didn't know how he had never noticed Marinette before - or, more accurately, he didn't know how he never saw through the mask of an empty-headed party girl that she put on when she was around Lila.
As soon as they left the house, Marinette started shivery, the cold December wind whipping her hair around her head. Dick showed her to his car and she climbed into the passenger seat, warming her hands against the heating vent as soon as he turned the car on.
"Where do you live?" asked Dick once they pulled out of the driveway.
"Lila's house is over on Washington Street," spoke Marinette, shifting in her seat so that she was hugging her knees.
Dick drove in silence, pretending out of politeness that he couldn't see the tears that started to slip down Marinette's face. However, when Marinette broke down in sobs it was much more difficult to not notice. "Could you pull over?" asked Marinette, sniffling as she spoke.
"Sure." Dick pulled his car into a gas station parking lot. After a few minutes, Marinette calmed down, her tears drying up.
"I'm sorry. I've just been having a hard time. Gotham is a big change from Paris," apologized Marinette.
"Lila said you were a foreign exchange student," noted Dick.
Marinette stared out the window and watched the cars driving by. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."
"And now?"
Marinette turned to look at him, an unnerving sadness in her blue eyes. "Have you ever noticed how terrible Gotham is? There's so much pain out there and I can't escape it. It sucks you in and makes you feel like you deserve it."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"I guess I should explain how I got here. When I decided that I wanted to participate in the foreign exchange program, I was given a choice between a couple of different host families. Lila called me up on the phone every night for a week before I made my choice assuring me that we would be best friends. All I wanted was a best friend, so I chose her, only to find out that every word she said to me was a lie. At first, Lila just wanted someone to torment, to make herself look and feel better. But when she couldn't wear me down fast enough, she changed tactics. She started taking me to parties and forcing me to get drunk and parading me around in front of her rich friends."
"Can you change host families?"
Marinette shook her head. "All of the other host families for Gotham Academy were given students of their own. Unless another family enrolls half-way through the semester, I'm stuck with Lila. I only left her at the party to get a moment away from her constant attention. I just needed a break."
With this new information, Dick could begin to see how Lila had worn away at Marinette. The girl looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes that were only half-hidden by her makeup.
"If you want to get away from Lila for the night, I could take you to my house. We have plenty of spare bedrooms."
The relief in Marinette's eyes was enough to break Dick's heart. It was obvious that Lila's abuse had taken its toll on the girl. "Thank you."
Dick turned the car around and started driving back to the Manor.
"Can I ask you a question?" Marinette piped up.
"Sure."
"Why did Lila call you a dick? She's usually much better behaved around attractive boys."
Dick let out a laugh. "My name is Dick."
Marinette tilted her head in confusion. "I thought that your name was Grayson?"
"Richard Grayson, but I go by Dick. But I think the more important thing to pay attention to is the fact that you called me attractive."
Marinette blushed. "I'm not going to flatter you by debating an objective fact."
"So you think my attractiveness is an objective fact?" teased Dick.
Marinette groaned. "I just can't win with you, can I?"
"Not if I can help it." Dick pulled the car up the driveway and into the garage. "Let's get you inside. You look cold."
Marinette glanced down at her outfit, the dress that was four inches shorter than the Gotham Academy regulation skirts and the white tights that were so thin they couldn't hide the bruises that marred her knees. "I wanted to wear pants, but Lila threatened to throw out all of my jeans if I didn't put a dress on."
Dick frowned, already making plans to have Bruce open up one of the spare bedrooms for Marinette permanently. There was no way he was sending Marinette back into the lion's den that was the Rossi household. "We've got company!" yelled Dick as he and Marinette came in through the side door. It was best to warn his family when there was company over so that they could at least pretend to be a normal family that didn't spend their nights fighting crime.
Dick led Marinette through the kitchen and into the foyer, just as Tim was coming down the stairs two at a time. "Who's our company?" he asked, giving Marinette an interested look.
"I offered Marinette her one of the spare rooms to spend the night," explained Dick.
"I'm Marinette." Marinette gave Tim a wave. Dick was struck by how different this Marinette looked from the girl who stormed through the McLaughlin's living room like everyone there was beneath her. In the empty foyer of Wayne Manor, with a hesitant smile on her face, Marinette looked vulnerable. Dick could tell that this was the real Marinette, not the mask she wore in front of Lila.
"It's nice to meet you, Marinette. I'm Tim." Tim turned his attention back to Dick, narrowing his eyes. "I"m going to tell Bruce about our guest while you show Marinette to her rooms."
Dick nodded. "Sure, I'll meet you at Bruce's office."
"I hope I'm not causing any trouble," said Marinette once they were alone and making their way to the guest wing.
Dick shook his house. "My brothers have friends over all the time. You're much better behaved than anyone Jason has brought home."
"I'll be on my best behavior," promised Marinette, giving Dick a tentative smile as she brushed one hand against Dick's forearm and the other against the doorknob of the door that would be hers for the night. "Thanks for taking me home."
"No problem," said Dick. As soon as he heard the latch of Marinette's door click he was walking to Bruce's office. Dick was certain that Bruce would have no qualms opening up his house to Marinette once Dick explained her situation. Bruce had a soft spot for kids with dark hair and blue eyes who came from troubled home situations.
All three of his brothers were in Bruce's office by the time Dick entered the room.
"Welcome back, Grayson," Damian spoke first. The neutral look on his brother's face was Dick's first indication that something might have gotten lost in translation when Tim saw him bringing Marinette into the Manor. Looking back, he probably should have warned them ahead of time. Sneaking (though sneaking wasn't necessarily the right word for it since he announced their presence as soon as they got through the door) a drunk girl through the side door might not have been the best idea.
"I heard you brought a friend home with you," said Bruce, his tone aggressively non-judgmental.
Jason wasn't so considerate - his voice was hot with disapproval. "I thought your mission was reconnaissance only. I don't think that bringing home some sleazy drunk girl was a part of that mission."
Dick glowered at Jason, who had been in a bad mood since Bruce discovered and disposed of his stash of cigarettes earlier that week. “Don’t talk about Marinette like that. She didn't have anywhere safe to go, so I brought her here until she finds a place to stay."
"Why don't you take a seat and explain what happened tonight, before we jump to any conclusion." Bruce directed the last part of his statement towards Jason, who pointedly refused to look guilty.
"Marinette is an exchange student from Paris. Her host family has been allowing their daughter to take advantage of her. Lila Rossi has been taking Marinette to parties and plying her with alcohol as some sort of party trick for her friends, knowing that Marinette can't escape the situation without losing her spot in the exchange program. I couldn't, in good conscience, allow Marinette to return home to them, so when she expressed a desire to stay the night somewhere else, I offered up one of the guest bedrooms."
Jason had the decency to look guilty. "I guess I should apologize for jumping to conclusions. Sorry, Dickie Bird. I should've known you wouldn't try anything."
"Is there any way for her to switch host families?" asked Tim, the problem-solver of his brothers.
Dick nodded. "The only issue with her switching host families is that there are none available right now for her to stay with. I'm sure that won't be an issue much longer."
Bruce had his laptop out and was composing an email before Dick finished his sentence. "I'll arrange for our family to be registered as a host family for the Gotham Academy Foreign Exchange Program. Hopefully, we can get this all sorted out soon so that Marinette can move in over the weekend."
Dick grinned. His family might drive him crazy sometimes, but they always pulled through for him in the end. Marinette wouldn't have to worry anymore. His family would keep her safe.
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The maid
Part 2
Warning: attempted mugging, guns, briefly blood.
You might have worked in one of the nicest homes in all of Gotham, but your own place was much more modest. It was on the edge of the bad areas of Gotham but not quite labeled as unsafe. But then again, it’s Gotham. Is there a safe place here?
A second story walk up that had a fairly nice view of the park. If you stood in the left corner and stared just right. Okay, it was just fine but you were proud of your first roommate-free place. The Waynes paid well.
You had just gone to the grocery store and was queen of only-one-trip. So your arms were currently full. They might have been a little too full as you tried to pull out your key to the front door. You leaned a bag with your hip against the brownstone and tried to yank your key ring from your pocket. You had a distinct feeling that you weren’t alone. This made your hands shake a little and you tried harder to get at your key.
You weren’t alone.
There was approximately 2 people watching you. A mugger on the corner. His last 40 ounce drink of malt liquor was starting to wear off and he had a pounding headache from cursing out the mother of his children. How dare she try to force the brats on him on a Saturday night? He needed a few bucks because he was out of beer and he needed a cigarette. You looked like a perfect target.
The second was someone who could be even more dangerous. In black tactical pants, a black shirt with a red bat symbol, brown leather jacket, and a shiny red helmet, the Red Hood could easily be described as intimidating. And he was watching you. He’d been watching you for over a week.
Famous on the news, he had taken over part of Gotham’s underground and shook up other parts. He was known for shooting anyone who attacked children, women, or in any sexual way. If they were lucky, it was just in the kneecap. Currently Batman’s number one who-the-fuck-is-that-guy and a high priority. Was he a vigilante or a villain? All Batman knew was that the Red Hood was shaking everything up and targeting his Robin.
If it wasn’t for the bulletproof fabric that Alfred had just added to Robin’s costume, Tim Drake would be 6 feet under. As it was, he was out of commission for 2 weeks healing bruised ribs.
Red Hood watched you passively. Were you going to be fast enough to get inside before the mugger? He’d hate to have to save you. He would. You were a valuable commodity to him. You were the new maid for the Wayne Manor. If there was any way in, it was through you. The most likely weak link in security.
You dropped your keys and cursed quietly. It wasn’t quiet enough as it seemed to call the mugger to you. He started walking towards you. A box cutter in his pocket was pulled out and he yelled at you to stop. You made a sound that was somewhere between a yelp and a whimper and bent quickly to scoop up your keys. Items from your bag fell out in your haste.
Red Hood pulled out one of his backup guns. It was loaded with rubber bullets, one of the few non-lethal weapons he had. The man was almost on top of you before Jason pulled the trigger. The thug fell before he even touched you. You shrieked and looked around. You saw a flash of red on a roof top before it left. You hurried to open your door. Once in your apartment, you locked the door and put a chair in front of the door.
Over the next week, you had a really difficult time staying on task as you were barely sleeping. But seeing a certain member of the household had you hiding a smile as you worked.
You really did try to avoid Mr Timothy Drake-Wayne but he seemed to always walk down the hall that you were working in. You had long since laundered and returned his shirt. He would flash you the tiniest of smiles before continuing on his way. He was 3 years younger than you but somehow seemed worlds older.
One day you were helping Alfred cut up fruit in the kitchen. It was a calming task in the quiet room. A big plate of apples and oranges was quickly dispatched into slices.
“Hi,” Tim said suddenly beside you causing you to look up mid slice and jump.
“Shit,” you said holding your finger. You grabbed a paper towel and wrapped it up.
“I’m sorry! Is it bad?” Tim said. You held your finger over the sink to look at the cut. Blood welled quickly but it didn’t look super deep or long.
“It’s okay. It’s not too bad,” you told him. Tim dug in a drawer and pulled out a bandaid.
“Here, let me see your hand,” he said. He held your finger as he wrapped the bandage around it. You looked at his long dark eyelashes and small pieces of shiny black hair that fell in his eyes. He was certainly pretty.
“All better,” Tim said dropping your hand. You flushed at his closeness.
“Thanks,” you said looking at him. “Your shoulder, What happened?”
Tim had a large rectangular bandage over his left shoulder and you noticed a bruise under his right eye. He smiled awkwardly before gulping.
“I’ve been taking Brazilian Jui Jitsu classes and had a bit of the accident. I’m fine. Just a nasty bruise,” he said, glossing it over. “Probably should have stuck to CrossFit.”
“Maybe. Looks painful,” you said. You moved over to continue cutting fruit.
“You’re being careful when you go home, right?” He said suddenly. You looked at him confused.
“Yeah, why?”
“Just that there’s a new guy out there. Someone called the Red Hood. He’s been seen all over the city. Nobody really knows anything about him. I just- we just want to make sure you’re safe. We can provide a you with a ride home,” Tim suggested.
Yes you had heard about him. Killed drug dealers and rapists. He delivered a bag of heads to a crime family, rumors said. He had even attacked Batman and Robin a few times. Red Hood sounded terrifying. But you should be fine since you had nothing to do with any of Gotham’s underworld.
“I should be fine. But thank you, Mr Wayne,” you answered.
“Call me Tim. It wouldn’t be a hassle at all-“
“I’m fine. Thank you,” you said with finality. He nodded.
“Understood. I must get back to work. Sorry about your hand.”
“It’s okay.”
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On one of your days off you decided to hit a used bookstore that was just down the road from your apartment. It was a cute little hidden gem. Books haphazardly piled on shelves to the ceiling. Tiny little rooms connected in a maze for each genre.
The bookstore was usually pretty empty and was the kinda place where you could sit and read on one of the hidden plush chairs they hide in various corners of the store. You could buy a cup of coffee from the front and spend an hour looking and reading. It was a pretty cozy place.
The prices were pretty cheap and after checking out your favorite section, you had a little stacks in one arm. In the other hand, you had a fresh iced coffee. You walked toward your favorite hidden chair in the back classics section. As you turned the corner, your coffee almost smashed into a body that quickly caught your hand and preventing the spill.
“Sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going,” he said. You got a look of him. Tall and extremely fit. Wavy black hair and blue eyes with a little apologetic smile on his lips. He was hot as hell.
“It’s fine. I should have looked too,” you said and you both moved to the same side of the walkway. “Sorry,” you said with a smile.
“Nah, don’t be,” he said standing against the wall to let you slip by. “By the way,” he said as you squeezed past him. You stopped and looked at him.
“Can I ask your name?”
“Oh, sure,” you said before saying your name. He had a kind smile. Despite his large figure, his soft mannerisms and cozy sweater made him seem... safe.
“I’m Jason. That book in your hand is based on one of Shakespeare’s play. 12th Night. I saw a copy over here if you want to look at it,” he offered.
“Yeah, that’s interesting. You’re into classics?” You said. You watched as he reached up to grab the book from the top shelf. His sweater rose to show a strip of very tone skin.
“I’m kind of a sucker for them. The only problem is that they don’t really put out many new books,” Jason said with a shy smirk.
“That does sound like a problem,” you smiled back at him.
“I hope I’m not too forward, but can I have your number,” he asked playing with the spine of his book. You smiled and flushed. Did he really not know how hot he was? Because he acted like a nerd but looked like a snack.
“Yeah,” you said putting you number in his phone. “Then I can hit you up for more book recommendations.”
“I’d like that. I hate to go but I’ve got to get ready for work. That’s why I was in a hurry,” he admitted.
“I hope you aren’t late because of me.”
“Worth it. But I’ll be fine. See you around,” he said leaving.
“Yeah,” you called after him. Did you just give your number to an absolute 10? You had a little smile on your face for the rest of the afternoon.
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Whitney stop taking over my brain challenge (more headcanons)
(Implied non/dubcon (the Whitney tw, tbh), alcohol, drugs, implied forced drug use, teasing, edging, public sex, possible forced cross dressing, daddy/mommy kink mention)
Likes when you pull on their hair while they fuck you
Will send long texts exclusively in emojis just to be a dick. Will act like you're an idiot for not understanding their text
Fav holiday is Halloween because they can terrorize people on the streets with little to no repercussions
Weirdly protective of you. You're a slut but you're their slut. Doesn’t like other people touching you unless they give permission. Doesn't even like you touching yourself unless they say so
Has a ridiculous amount of disposal lighters
Terrible cook
Doesn't drink often. When they do drink, they drink a lot
On average can go 3 to 4 rounds during sex before being completely satisfied. Male Whitney has a fairly short recovery period. Would take drugs to go for longer. Would make you take drugs to go longer as well
Might make you take something to get you really needy and then either edge you or make you touch yourself for them. Wouldn't let you cum for a long time tho
Horny drunk
While they love to fuck you in public they also like to tease you in public. Will slip their hand down your pants when you’re not expecting it and tell you “Better be quiet slut. Unless you wanna get fucked right here, right now?” Half the time they don’t even get you off, just riles you up and then stops
Would love if you were a stripper. Would want to fuck you on stage
Has a photo album on their phone dedicated to pictures and videos of you getting fucked. Some are you with Whitney but there’s also ones of you with other people
Has exactly one normal picture of you and its you sleeping during math class
Good pick pocket. Deft hands. Makes jokes about it
Whitney would be open to a poly relationship but only if the other person is submissive to them. Robin might work? Maybe? As long as Whitney is still considered top dog. Two sluts are better than one, after all
Might be open to sharing you with Avery but more ‘fucking you with them’ than actually ‘being in a relationship’ with them
Actually, Whitney might try to rob Avery so maybe not...
Eden is too much of a dom to be in a relationship with Whitney and too possessive to agree to share with Whitney. Whitney also degrades you in ways Eden wouldn’t be down with
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I like the idea of Kylar and Whitney coming to an agreement to share you. It would probably be a shit ton of work though because Kylar is possessive and Whitney is an impatient asshole who likes to harass Kylar. Benefits for Kylar would be having someone else protecting you (and maybe even some protection from other bullies for Kylar) and not having to worry about Whitney taking you away. Benefits for Whitney would be not having to worry about you choosing Kylar over them and, hey, two sluts!
I’ve already said that I think Whitney would hate kids but be good at taking care of them. Adding onto that, Whitney is winging it all. Kinda clueless about what they're doing but it works. Kids love Whitney for some reason and Whitney just takes it in stride. Still, they hate kids
If you managed to jump scare Whitney they would be extremely pissed
If you disappeared for an extended period of time they would start to worry but wouldn't show it. Would corner you when you come back and demand answers. Probably fucks you before you can even answer properly. Actually holds you after sex, for once. Will get pissed if you mention it tho. Super possessive for at least a week
Likes if occasionally you put up a fight at first and then give into them
Feel like Whitney would hang out at the lake or the beach parties from time to time. Not always, they've got other stuff to do. Just every once and a while
Doesn’t actually skip school all that often. They def abuse their status at school. They will skip classes but will still be hanging around on school grounds
100% would be one of those people to post screamers/jump scares on their social media
Has a baseball bat that they've absolutely used to beat someone up. They keep it mounted above their bed like a trophy
Fairly civil when interacting with service workers. Not polite or anything. Just, not as terrible as they could be
Male Whitney has large, rough hands. Thick fingers. A few scars but not many. Flatter knuckles from beating people up. Cuts his nails short. Occasionally wears rings to act as brass knuckles. Might actually own brass knuckles
Female Whitney also has warm hands but they're not as large. Thinner fingers. Same amount of scars. Gets her nails done into points. Might keep the nails on her pointer and middle cut finger short, might make a point of not getting them cut short. The duality of Whitney, tbh. Has a few rings she wears but they're more decorative than pseudo brass knuckles. Might own brass knuckles
Will show the pictures they have of you on their phone to just about anyone. Kylar? Yup, gotta show the freak who you belong to. Robin? Absolutely, can’t have that loser thinking of you as better than you are. Their friends? Will text pictures of you to their friends while fucking you. The teachers? Whitney 100% flashed a lewd photo of you to a teacher when asked "what are you doing on your phone?" Has a picture of you going down on them as their background. Won’t show photos to Leighton. Despises Leighton
Has a nice singing voice. Don't tell them though, they don't need the ego boost
If you don't have a cell phone, Whitney is going to get you one. Don't ask how. They're just going to shove a phone into your hands one day with their number already programed into it and demand you send them lewd photos throughout the day
Would never verbally say they love you. The closest would be when they're drunk and even then they're not flat out saying "I love you." “I want you” or “I need you” is probably as close as Whitney will get to saying they love you
Knows a few smoke tricks
Steals stuff for the fun of it. All their lighters are stolen. Majority of their rings are stolen
Hangs out at the pub from time to time. Sometimes to drink, sometimes to pick pocket. Usually will talk to Landry while there
Would occasionally try to find you while working. Would expect you to slip them in free food and drinks if you were a waiter or bartender. Tries to sneak into the VIP area at the Strip Club and grope you between sets. Doesn't like the Brothel. 100% believe they ran into Leighton one time and then swore the place off. Would like to rile up crowds to harass you but also hates the idea of Leighton watching you. Might get you a fake ID so you can work at the Strip Club specifically to keep you away from Leighton. Tries to get you to steal stuff off the docks. If you worked on Alex's farm they're less likely to find you. If Whitney does find you on Alex's farm they would try to fuck you in front of Alex specifically so Alex knows (and to remind you) that you're their slut. Might actually be open to sharing you with Alex. Don't let Whitney meet Remy, please. Whitney would probably be open to renting you out to Remy. Regardless of where you work, they will try to fuck you in front of your coworkers
Probably into you calling them Mommy/Daddy. Mostly makes you say it to embarrass you. Makes them feel powerful. Not really cg/l, mostly just a power thing
Would like you to call them Sir/Ma’am, Master/Mistress, anything along those lines. Total power rush
Most affectionate when sleep deprived. Also when they are most submissive. Can’t really stay awake over 24 hours without becoming delirious
Light sleeper. Can take naps anywhere. Will nap in math class with their eyes open. When they sleep they knock the fuck out real quick
Angry when they wake up. Do not wake Whitney up before their alarm goes off unless its something really important. If you must wake them, wake them by giving them oral
ORAL FIXATION! Loves pushing you to your knees to fuck your face! Loves grabbing your hair and yanking you around! Loves pushing you onto your back and straddling your head! Loves when you start to struggle to breath while you give them head! Loves the way you react when you realize Whitney is going to give you head! Loves to pin you down by your hips! Loves to make you squirm and beg to get off!
Would occasionally want you to wear a short skirt regardless of what you normally wear. Just so they could flip it up when you’re not expecting it
#degrees of lewdity#degrees of lewdity whitney#degrees of lewdity whitney headcanons#tw noncon#tw dubcon#tw drugs#tw alcohol#Whitney get out of my head challenge#most of these were written at work because i CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT WHITNEY HELP#ignore my spelling mistakes#my writing
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Her full profile is finally here! Seven pages of information! I may have gone down the rabbit hole just a tiny bit!
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St. Cecilia Jameson
Gender: Cis female
Status: Alive
Occupation: Singer for British rock band Stiletto ("Like the knife or like the shoe?" "Yes.")
Family: Elizabeth Robinson, née Wallis (Mother), Bryony Robinson (Older half-sister), Esme Robinson, née Davies (Grandmother, deceased), Herakles Zafeiriou (Biological father, though she's never met him), Evander Zafeiriou (Older half-brother, who she's also never met, though they've exchanged family photos and stories via email)
Voiced by: Florence Pugh (Speaking), Lzzy Hale (Singing)
Age: A few months younger than Pickles
Date of birth: December 15 (Sagittarius)
Place of birth: Oxford, England
Birth name: Felicity Robinson (Initially, only Sammy knows this, though the rest of SnB learns it at Esme's funeral)
Nicknames: Ceelie (By Pickles and Sammy, mostly, though the Dethklok boys pick it up eventually), Star (By Magnus), princess (By Skwisgaar)
Ethnicity: Half English, half Greek (Though she's unaware of the latter for most of her life)
Height: Five-foot-one
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship status: It's complicated. It's always complicated. She's unlucky in love.
Current location: London, England
Appearance: St. Cecilia is a petite woman (She's half a head shorter than Pickles!) with golden skin and long white-blonde hair, which she wears in a high ponytail. She has thick, dark brows and bright brown eyes (Skwisgaar says she has "wolf eyes"). She has three white marigolds tattooed on each shoulder, a labret piercing, and a vertical collarbone piercing at the hollow of her throat. Her ears are pierced three times each, in which she wears two silver hoops and a silver stud on each side, and she has a small black star beneath each eye. She has a Christina piercing, nipple piercings, and a belly button piercing. She has a No Time For Antivenom tattoo on her sternum, and a European robin tattoo at the back of her neck. Along her spine, she has a tattoo reading "to thine own self be true." She has a shitty stick-and-poke crown tattooed behind her right ear. She has a pear body type, with wide hips, a small chest, and an even smaller waist (Nathan can encircle her waist with his hands). She typically wears a black muscle shirt, ripped dark jeans, heavy boots, black driving gloves, and a studded black leather collar with a D-ring at the front. She also wears a Gibson pearl guitar pick on a necklace, which was given to her by Pickles when they first started dating in the 80s. She wears a silver cuff on each ear, and her tongue is pierced with a simple silver stud.
During flashbacks to the Snakes N' Barrels era, she's shown with darker blonde hair cut in a mullet style, and only her labret and ear piercings, plus one on the right side of her nose. She wears a cropped white tank, with high-waisted jeans and black Converse sneakers. She wears mismatched armbands, one black, one striped, and the same collar she wears in the present.
Her more casual look consists of a black button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed up, which she wears tucked into a pair of leather pants. She wears pumps instead of boots, and her hair is twisted up in a clip. She keeps her collar, but doesn't wear the pick necklace or her ear cuff, and she switches her hoop earrings for studs. She doesn't apply her stars.
For fancier occasions, she wears a black dress with spaghetti straps and a very short, flared skirt, black opera gloves and black strap pumps. She, as always, wears her collar with it, and she pulls her hair into a high bun.
Personality: St. Cecilia is cocky, witty, and teasing, but ultimately good-natured. She's a bit selfish and stubborn, but she does everything with 110% effort, hoping to impress people, even if she winds up getting hurt in the process. She'll do literally anything for validation. To say she's vain would be an understatement. She's something of a coquette who flirts with both men and women, and is she has a tendency to "think with her dick," as Tony once put it. She's slow to anger, but quick to jealousy, and she holds grudges for far too long. She's the playful type, but it's largely in a chill way. She's an obvious extrovert, and the role as frontman for Stiletto came very naturally.
Skills & Hobbies: St. Cecilia writes good poetry, great song lyrics, and terrible erotica. She likes plants and is quite the chess player (Though she hasn't managed to beat Charles even once), which she learned during her school days. She also learned to fence, ride horses, and speak fluent Latin there.
Musical Talents: She's a classically trained singer (When she was little, she was part of her church's choir), and she writes most of the song lyrics and some of the music for her band, Stiletto. In Snakes N' Barrels, she played lead guitar on a white Jackson Pro Series Rhoads RR3, but during their reunion concert, she plays a more modern Gibson Explorer '76 Reissue 2010 Cherry. She took piano lessons for several years as a child, and she's still pretty good. Nothing outstanding, but if Stiletto needs to incorporate a piano into a song, she's perfectly capable of playing it herself.
Relationships:
-Pickles the Drummer: Their relationship is a complicated one. They've known each other for ages, and they've been together through the highest highs and the lowest lows, all the way down to rock bottom. She partially blames him for her late teens and early twenties being the fiasco they were, and she cut off contact with him for a long time after the SnB breakup. During the run of the show itself, the two reconcile somewhat and even become more or less friends before Abigail shows up and things start to crumble again. They have a hard time admitting it, but there's love between them, and there has been for a long time. They're both afraid to try getting together again, though, as there's a mutual fear of the relationship ending as it did the first time, with them hating each other again. They're back together at the end of Doomstar, but there's no way of telling if the love between them is enough to keep them together or if they'll just fall apart all over again.
-Magnus Hammersmith: They were more off-and-on than anything, but they were together for years, even though quite a bit of it was long-distance. It wasn't supposed to be a serious thing. It was just supposed to be a quick fuck. Then it was supposed to be a performance to annoy Pickles, but Magnus quickly realized that St. Cecilia's feelings for Pickles were too strong for her to be any use to him in his revenge plot. The basis of their bond formed because they understood each other on a level they've never known with anyone else: Former Snakes N' Barrels guitarist St. Cecilia Jameson and former Dethklok guitarist Magus Hammersmith both understand on a fundamental level what it's like to be left behind and forgotten. Magnus caught a bit of feelings, and when Roy Cornickelson's funeral came around, Magnus warned St. Cecilia not to attend. It was their last interaction, and it forever cast him in a positive light for her, even after she learned what he was doing with the Metal Masked Assassin.
-Nathan Explosion: They get along pretty well. Their first meeting was at a singers-only Crystal Mountain party, and they ended the evening with a quickie in the coatroom. He wrote a song about the encounter, but Pickles never figured out that it was about St. Cecilia, which Nathan thinks is just the funniest thing. He mostly sees St. Cecilia as one of the guys once she meets with Dethklok again for the SnB reunion. It's a "been there, done that" kind of deal. She's not brutal, but she's funny and she's fun, and goddamn, is she pretty, and they would absolutely hang out if they could get their schedules to line up.
-Skwisgaar Skwigelf: St. Cecilia is nothing short of enchanted by Skwisgaar. It's not a crush, exactly, but she has a huge amount of admiration for him. They've practiced together a time or two, but she's a little rusty and winds up with her fingers bleeding because her calluses have gone soft. He tends to tease her over her soft hands. A guitar god, he tells her, can't have hands like a princess. His calling her “princess” becomes a bit of a thing for them. The two of them often have brunch together, talking shit and drinking. She's good for him; He's never had a female friend before.
-Toki Wartooth: Within the series itself, St. Cecilia hasn't given Toki much thought. He's cute, but he's just sorta there. His incident during the SOBERTOWN USA concert really scared her, and she more or less avoids him after that. Post-DSR, though, their relationship changes. He, like her, was hurt by Magnus, and even with him dead, Toki misses him terribly. St. Cecilia misses him, too. As sad as it is, this becomes their common ground. Their other connection, odd as it sounds, is pole dancing. St. Cecilia does it for exercise, and Toki did it for money, and they often compete to see who's better on the pole.
-William Murderface: St. Cecilia actually has a begrudging fondness for Murderface. He's awful, but he's also pretty funny, and she likes to hear him talk about knives and medieval weaponry, as her family home is full of such things. They clash over things, of course, but she likes being around him more often than not.
-Charles Offdensen: St. Cecilia really likes Charles, actually. He's basically the only person on the show who's really "on her level" class-wise. He attended Harvard, and she attended Oxford, so they have a great deal to talk about. They play a lot of chess and fence on occasion, and if it weren't for her feelings for Pickles and his obligation to the Church, they just might have gotten together.
-Dick Knubbler: They're friends, in a way. She thinks he's kind of a weirdo, but he knows how to have a good time, so as long as he isn't hitting on her, she likes being around him.
-Abigail Remeltincdrinc: They became friends mostly due to the fact that they were both women in the music industry (And both working for Crystal Mountain) and supporting each other seemed the right thing to do. Abigail getting involved with Dethklok and catching Pickles's attention quickly became a sore spot, and they drifted apart after that. After DSR, things got even worse. Abigail, naturally, is glad that Magnus is gone, while St. Cecilia is devastated by the loss. They had something of a falling-out over it, and they haven't really spoken since.
-Edgar Jomfru: Despite being very different people, St. Cecilia really enjoys Edgar's company. He merely tolerates her at first, but she grows on him, to the point where they're legitimately friends come Doomstar. The two of them often have lunch together on the roof of Mordhaus so they can get some fresh air.
-Family: St. Cecilia's family consists of her mother, Elizabeth, her older sister, Bryony, and her now-deceased grandmother, Esme. St. Cecilia has a very formal, cold relationship with her mother, and she has no desire to change that. As far as she's concerned, her mother doesn't deserve to have a good relationship with her. St. Cecilia adores Bryony, though. Though Elizabeth brags about her, Bryony remains modest and is very close with her sister because of it. Though there's seven years between them, they may as well be twins. Esme, who passed away in 1993, was more of a mother to St. Cecilia than Elizabeth ever was, and St. Cecilia still misses her terribly. She was a big part of getting SnB off the ground, and the boys even came to her funeral.
-Snakes N' Barrels: St. Cecilia adores all the boys, of course, but Sammy is the only one she really kept in touch with after the breakup. He was her favorite long before Pickles joined. There was a pregnancy scare not long after the band took off that somehow, against all odds, brought the two of them even closer. Sammy was St. Cecilia's first love. Her relationships with Tony and Snazz were much more professional, though none of them were anywhere near professional. The crown tattoo behind her right ear was done by Tony on a drunken night in, and it was too good a night for her to even consider covering it or getting it removed.
-Stiletto: She gets along with them all quite well! She's known Niamh McLoughlin, their bassist, the longest, and their friendship dates back to their school days. Lex Clarke and Priyanka Dayal, the drummer and the guitarist respectively, came as a package deal, as they've been more or less married for years. St. Cecilia adores them and the sweetness of their relationship. She's a little envious of them, actually, though she would never say so.
History:
-Childhood: St. Cecilia was born in Oxford, England to Elizabeth Robinson. She was raised more or less at her family's girls-only boarding school, away from her mother. When she was fourteen, she fell off a horse during an equestrian class and badly injured her shoulder. She was one of the popular girls during her school days, up until she hit fifteen and decided that she was no longer a child and had a right to demand respect from her emotionally distant mother. She quit the piano lessons she had been taking for several years and took up the guitar, though it aggravated her injured shoulder and even as a teen, she developed a dependence on painkillers. This rebellious period stretched until she was sixteen and ran away with the help of her grandmother. St. Cecilia was given her name just before she left, so it would be easier for her to hide, as well as a hefty sum to tide her over until she could get herself settled. She was only in LA for a few weeks before she met Sammy at a bar where the SnB prototype band was playing. Naturally, Snazz and Tony weren't thrilled with the idea of Sammy's kinda-sorta-girlfriend trying to become their lead guitarist, and when Snazz disparagingly referred to St. Cecilia as Yoko, she broke his nose (How could he have not expected violence when a Beatles-loving British girl was called such a horrible thing?). This earned their respect and is an event that they laugh about to this day.
-Snakes n' Barrels era: St. Cecilia stuck with the band for several months before they found Pickles, and she was smitten with him the moment she heard him sing. Esme was an important source of financial support during their formative years. The band made it big after not too long, and they all grew quite close. St. Cecilia ended up in an ill-fated off-and-on relationship with Pickles as time went on, and to this day she doesn't remember the first time she told him she loved him. It wasn't long after his first OD and his following stint in rehab that she told him, and they were both drunk in celebration of his release. His tolerance, even post-rehab, was far higher than hers, though, and he remembers, though he sometimes hates that he does. Though there was genuine love between them, the stress of the band and both of their substance abuse problems drove a wedge between not only the couple, but also the entire band. Coupled with Pickles fucking groupies behind St. Cecilia's back and St. Cecilia's becoming a rather serious Vicodin addict to combat the pain in her injured shoulder, the band was doomed. Pickles came to see St. Cecilia off on her flight back to England, saying he would meet her there when his next residuals check came in, but he never made it, and they didn't speak to each other for years afterward. It hurt, but St. Cecilia supposed it was for the best. A clean break, and all that.
-Preklok: After SnB broke up, St. Cecilia returned to Oxford, staying with Bryony in their mother's guest house as she tried to figure out her next move. Despite her gift for writing lyrics, she had no talent for writing books, and that idea quickly went down the drain. She still received a large amount of money in residuals, but she was reduced to a mere socialite, though it mostly agreed with her. At her mother's insistence, she attended a few classes at Oxford University. She absolutely loved it. In 1992, Esme passed away. St. Cecilia only told Sammy about it, but he took the initiative and brought Pickles, Tony and Snazz with him to the funeral. St. Cecilia was initially pissed, but she really appreciated the support. That was the only time she saw Pickles between SnB's breakup and their reunion concert. He was devastated when her parting words to him were "I love you with everything I am, but I never wanna see you again." In the mid-90s, she posed for an issue of Playboy, and Pickles has a copy of the issue tucked away somewhere. It wasn't until 1998, when she moved to a little flat in London, that St. Cecilia reunited with her school friend Niamh and the idea of Stiletto came about. They found Priyanka and Lex at an open mic night at one of the local clubs, and they hit it off, both as friends and as bandmates. They played at many clubs and pubs, and they were soon found by a scout at another open mic night. They signed with the UK branch of Crystal Mountain Records and were assigned the surly but efficient Melinda Glasscock as their manager, and within three years, Stiletto was huge, due in part to St. Cecilia's residual fame from Snakes N' Barrels. Their first tour was through Europe, but the second came to America, where St. Cecilia met Magnus in a bar post-show. They got on really well, and she invited him to her hotel room for the night. They exchanged numbers and got quite close over time, with her even flying him out to London from time to time so they could hang out. Magnus knew who she was from the start, and while he planned to use her feelings for Pickles to get her on his side, that soon faded and he came to genuinely like her. She wouldn't learn who he was until later on. A few years before canon, she had a quickie with Nathan in a coat room at a singers-only part at Crystal Mountain records, and he used the fact that she couldn't fit her mouth around his dick as inspiration for Dethklok's infamous song "Glasgow Smile."
-Season 1:
-St. Cecilia's first mention within the confines of canon is during Performance Klok, when Pickles mentions he hasn't been in a serious relationship since the '80s despite the fact that he would certainly thrive under such attention.
-She first appears in Snakes N' Barrels, during the documentary the Dethklok is watching. The guys are a little critical when they (Save Nathan, who's known for a long time) learn that part of SnB's downfall was due to Pickles's failed relationship with St. Cecilia. There's some comedic nonsense talk about fucking one's guitarist before Pickles goes to speak with Charles. Though St. Cecilia is working on an album with Stiletto when she's asked to go the reunion, she manages to push through and finish in time, though she arrives nearly late. She finds Pickles backstage, and when he sweeps in to kiss her, she pulls away a bit, saying they can't do this, as she's spoken for. She lets him hold her close, though. The rest of Dethklok finds them like that, and St. Cecilia excuses herself to go find Sammy, Tony and Snazz. There's some talk about Pickles not leaving Dethklok, which he says he won't, but they're rather worried after catching him with St. Cecilia in his arms. Meanwhile, she manages to find the boys, and they meet with Pickles backstage. While the boys partake of the Totally Awesome Sweet Alabama Liquid Snake, St. Cecilia doesn't, as she once humiliated herself by passing out on stage and doesn't wish to repeat the incident. She presses a kiss to Pickles's palm before they go on stage, an old ritual that they were never able to shake. What happens is far worse than someone just passing out, and she and Pickles leave the stage amidst the chaos while the medical Klokateers take care of the boys and see them off to the hospital. It's a disaster. She's embarrassed and angry, and she turns down Pickles's offer of a ride home and calls someone instead, as she didn't get her money converted and can't pay for a cab. This someone turns out to be the man who's claimed her, Magnus, and Pickles is none too happy about it. He tries to stop her from going with him, but it doesn't work.
-She isn't seen in Dethkids, but she is mentioned. When Pickles starts drinking harder than usual, he finally gives in to the urge to call her, to talk about how Sammy and Snazz and Tony are doing, and to tell her that she should steer clear of Magnus. He's so drunk, though, that she barely has even an idea of what he's talking about.
-Offscreen, but somewhere between the two SnB episodes, Magnus and St. Cecilia abruptly break up. She has a feeling something was going on with him, but his sudden disappearance really hurt her. They had been together off and on for years, after all. A few weeks before he left, he bought her a little pink knife and showed her how to use it, just in case he wasn't around to protect her. When he left, he left his guitar behind, and she still has it as of Doomstar.
-Season 2:
-She's mentioned by Seth in Dethwedding, though only as "that British chick" he thought Pickles would eventually have married. Pickles nearly decks him for even mentioning her.
-St. Cecilia's next appearance is in Snakes N' Barrels II. In part one, during the advertisement for the SOBERTOWN USA concert, she's missing from the band lineup, and Pickles is both relieved and a little concerned by her absence.
-In SnB II part two, Nathan, Skwisgaar and Toki find her among the crowd at the SOBERTOWN USA concert. Nathan asks if she wasn't invited to play, but she says that she was: She just didn't think it was right to play without Pickles. Realizing that Pickles is sneaking around backstage, she leaves to go find him and try to keep him from doing something he'll regret. She only finds him just as Tony, Snazz and Sammy start freaking out, and she only just manages to keep Pickles from killing Rikki Kixx, though she honestly doesn't mind the thought of him dead. She pulls Pickles away from the stage, where he calls the Klokateers to take care of Sammy, Snazz and Tony, and she sets to icing down his bruised knuckles. She tells him that she and Magnus broke up, and he's thoroughly pleased about it: She's too good for him, anyway. That irritates her a bit, but she tells him to call her sometime, though she insists he do it when he's not drunk off his ass.
-Season 3:
-Ironically, when Pickles calls her in Dethhealth to inform her that he's dying, he's in fact drunk again. She wants to go to Mordhaus to see him, but he tells her to stay where she is, as he doesn't want her seeing him like that, though she's seen him at rock bottom as it is. At the end of the episode, he's drunker and higher than ever, but he calls her again to let her know he's all right. She can't understand him, though, so he puts Nathan on to explain. She’s thoroughly relieved, but she’s still considering going to Mordhaus to see him. She implores of Nathan, "Take care of him, all right?"
-Offscreen, in the time between Dethhealth and Dethmas, Pickles goes to London for a while to appease St. Cecilia, and to their mutual surprise, it's not really all that different from how it was when they were actually together. There's lots of cuddling and kissing and great sex and just... Hanging out. It's easy for them to be together. They have their share of problems, but the old spark between them is still there. Pickles is honestly a little scared of that: What if he falls for her all over again just for her to break his heart like she did last time? The fact that she has Magnus's guitar makes him doubly suspicious. He starts drinking harder than ever to drown out the thoughts of her.
-In Rehabklok, when Pickles's drinking is brought to the attention of the band and he's sent to rehab, he tries for a while to blame it on St. Cecilia. She broke his heart, and he drinks to cope. It makes perfect sense, until he starts to really think about it and realizes that he's equally at fault for how their relationship (And also SnB) fell apart. He realizes, after many years, that he hurt her as badly as she hurt him. And that makes him feel even worse. He talks the doctor into letting him call her to apologize, but it doesn't go well: She's a little offended that he would even consider blaming her for his drinking, given he was a drunk long before they met. "Is that what I am to you now? An excuse to get drunk and act a fool?" Not long after that, Pickles realizes the real cause for his drinking.
-Just before Charles goes to speak to the UN in Doublebookedklok, he calls St. Cecilia and cryptically asks her if she speaks Latin. She owes him a favor for getting her out of some legal trouble, so she can't really refuse. Several months before, she punched a scummy paparazzo who called Magnus washed-up, and Charles used his reeducation program to keep those involved from pressing charges or damaging St. Cecilia's reputation.
-Season 4:
-In Fanklok, before Charles meets with the band to discuss Klokikon, he welcomes St. Cecilia to Mordhaus and presents her with an ancient-looking journal that belonged to Aurelius Isambard, one of the original prophets of the Church of the Black Klok. She's taken down to the basement, where she's introduced to Edgar Jomfru, and gets to work.
-In Diversityklok, after he's spoken to Edgar, Charles speaks to St. Cecilia. He finds her engrossed, but thoroughly worried. She asks if this is real, and she's even more worried when he tells her it is.
-Offscreen, St. Cecilia has been hard at work translating the journal, and she's come to a passage that seems to describe the growing tension between the band. It also mentions an approaching star, and she takes to sitting on the roof at night to observe the sky.
-In Prankklok, when Pickles tells Nathan that he's not allowed to drink any tequila during their friender-bender, Nathan tells him he can't visit St. Cecilia when they stop in London. Pickles reluctantly agrees. Not long after, we see Pickles on his phone, though, debating on calling her just before he notices the storm warning.
-Offscreen, St. Cecilia approaches Charles about a phrase repeated over and over in the journal: Fata sidus oritur, the star of fate is born.
-After Charles breaks the news about Ice Festival to Skwisgaar in Bookklok, he goes to speak with St. Cecilia and Edgar in the basement. She's tacked two star maps to the wall: One from the previous week and one from the previous night. There's a spot near the center of the first map that seems bigger on the second one. She looks like the world is ending when she tells him it's the Doomstar. It's real. It's coming? When? Soon, she says. Far too soon.
-When Charles tells the boys he's going out of town in Dethcamp, it's to take St. Cecilia to an observatory, where they meet with Ishnifus and spend a few days tracking the Doomstar's movement as it comes closer and closer to Earth.
-In Going Downklok, when Pickles shows up all decked out for his meeting with Abigail, Nathan is quick to ask, "Don't you have a girlfriend?" Pickles insists he doesn't; He and St. Cecilia was hurt and angry the last time they spoke. On top of that, he believes she's all the way in London, and Abigail is right there.
-Offscreen, between Dethdinner and Breakup Klok, St. Cecilia is tagged in the video of Pickles leaving Dethklok by a drunken Toki. She's incredibly hurt. Pickles has nothing, he said. She, apparently, is nothing.
-In Breakup Klok, Pickles tries to call St. Cecilia to invite her to his wine tasting, but she refuses to answer and sends him straight to voicemail. Towards the end of the episode, after the escape from Salacia, Charles requests a check-up on Edgar and St. Cecilia back at Mordhaus, and Pickles is stunned and angry to learn that she's been more or less within arm's reach for months. Had he known, he's certain things would have been different-- He wouldn't have tried to make a move on Abigail and he wouldn't have fucked up his chance to get back with St. Cecilia again.
-Offscreen, St. Cecilia speaks to Charles about staying at a hotel for a few days, just until Roy Cornickelson's funeral, after which she'll return to Mordhaus and her translation work. The day of the funeral, though, she receives a call from Magnus telling her she absolutely cannot attend, as he can't guarantee her safety. It's the last time she has contact with him before his death. We also see her watching the news about Dethklok's breakup and the insinuation that Abigail caused it, and St. Cecilia chucks a bottle at the TV, mirroring Pickles's actions in SnB II.
-In Church of the Black Klok, St. Cecilia is fetched from the hotel by Klokateers and taken to the Dethsub, where she meets with Charles, pointedly ignores Pickles, and goes to work with Edgar instead.
-The Doomstar Requiem:
-In "One of Us Must Die," St. Cecilia can be seen on one of the slides, staring up into the sky with Isambard's journal held to her chest. Towards the end of the song, reading from the book, she sings, "Dethklok, they must be rejoined/Evil, it must be destroyed/No more apathetic stoics/They can learn to be heroic/Write the song that will be our salvation..."
-In "Training," while carrying the journal, she sings the lyrics, "As the prophecy foretold, the Doomstar has been born/And you all will be endowed with a power known to none." Nathan, Skwisgaar and Murderface are looking at the art of the Prophecy, but Pickles is watching her. Ishnifus places a hand upon her shoulder, and they sing together, "The Deth lights are within you all waiting to be woken/And when the five are united, the evil will be broken," in a show of solidarity.
-In "En Antris et Stella Fatum Cruenti," just after Ishnifus is killed and the Doomstar goes red, we see a shot of Charles, Edgar and St. Cecilia at the Church, watching the sky.
-In "Morte Lumina," in a mirror to Nathan and Abigail's kiss, we see Pickles approach St. Cecilia, and she presses a kiss to his palm (Which is a really significant gesture between them) before he pulls her into his arms.
Trivia:
-The stars on her cheeks are actually a makeup trick, as she's afraid to have a needle so close to her eyes.
-She smokes Honeyrose Cherry cigarettes (Which have roughened her voice a bit), but she doesn't drink to excess, save when she's with Pickles. He's a terrible influence on her, but she adores him just the same. Considering him and Magnus, she has rather bad taste in men.
-Her signature scent is Estée Lauder's Cinnabar, which features notes of jasmine, orange blossom, cloves, and patchouli. She uses a cinnamon body oil when she wants to get Pickles's attention. It always works.
-She wants nothing more than to be loved, but she's keenly aware of the fact that most of the people who "love" her only want to coast on her fame. It's resulted in her having a hard time trusting people. The fact that Pickles and the rest of Dethklok don't need to coast off her is part of why she likes them so much.
-She's an iced coffee addict, and she prefers chocolate, caramel, or hazelnut varieties.
-She was raised Catholic, and while she lapsed a long time ago, she has occasional bouts of Catholic Guilt. Her name is related to her religion, as St. Cecilia is the patron saint of music.
-Her preferred alcohol is Bombay Sapphire gin, though she also likes white wine and champagne.
-She's a plant mom. Her flat is full of plants, including a little devil's tongue cactus she bought at a farmer's market in LA when she first came to America. It's traveled the world with her! It lived in the cupholder of Snazz's van for several years, and now it lives in her kitchen, perched on top of the microwave.
-She has a pretty serious oral fixation. She's always got something in her mouth: A cigarette, a pen, a popsicle, someone's fingers, a dick. Depends on her mood. Getting her tongue pierced helped a little, as she can play with the stud, but some habits just can't be broken.
-She and the rest of Stiletto own a condo building in London together, and she naturally has the penthouse to herself. It's very airy and open, with lots of mirrors and plants and exposed brick. One corner of her living room is just a huge window that looks out on the city. It's her favorite feature. Magnus is too nervous to go near it.
#this is a lot but i feel like she feels like a real character almost#Metalocalypse#nathan explosion#pickles the drummer#skwisgaar skwigelf#toki wartooth#william murderface#charles offdensen#magnus hammersmith#mtl#my mtl#st. cecilia jameson
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[18+] Words of pleasure - Law x F!Reader - Part 8
[No spoilers] [Modern AU - College AU]
[She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18]
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Warning : Power play / Dom/sub Dynamics / Control / Stranger / Flirting / Fluff / Awkwardness / Making out / Anxiety / Oral sex / Exhibtionism…
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Halfway through my action, I had to stop. Still on Law’s lap, I looked at him to make sure this was happening. Nodding, he helped me off his lap, tucking his undershirt and shirt back in his pants and putting his belt back on. Part of me was disappointed to only have been able to slide my hands under his shirt and nothing more, but I was a grown woman, and I was not going to be childish about it and pout.
As a grown woman, I was also ready to admit I got a little caught up in the moment, I shouldn’t have rushed it, I was not sure I regretted it fully, but I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach, of slight shame. Turning around, I threw a quick glance to the man who had stepped inside the room in a hurry before looking around. I had seen the huge smile on his face when he looked at Law, then at me, but I was not going to say anything about it. The lesser was said, the lesser I had to be embarrassed about it.
“There’s a meeting, apparently they need the approval of the staff for something, and we have to be there, they said it can’t wait.” Have to, being the key word here. Dusting myself off, I tried to get the wrinkles off my clothes, I hadn’t realized his hands had slid under my shirt at some point but saw how it was slightly risen. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” Law sighed in exasperation, closing his laptop and standing up from his chair, a look of annoyance on his face.
Before the blond man could leave, Law called him, “Cora- get that stupid smile off your face.” He said it in a somewhat threatening way, but I could see the small smile on his lips. Rosinante’s smile only broadened. “Oh no, I’m going to be talking about this for a long time,” He paused in his steps and pointed at the both of us, “This? Amazing, go get some,” he almost tripped on his way out, catching himself before anything regrettable could happen.
When we heard the mute sound of the glass door closing, I moved to grab my bag from the floor but was stopped by a hand holding my forearm. “This wasn’t supposed to happen-“ Law started,
“I know, I know, I just- you looked very attractive like that and I couldn’t help, I’m sorry-“ I was interrupted by the short laugh that escaped his lips while he let go of my arm.
“I mean, the interruption.” He stated, making me open my mouth in understanding as a stupid smile made its way to my lips.
“Oh, right, right… That, yeah, I still got a bit out of hand though…“ I said hesitantly, tightening my grip on the strap of my bag. Law grinned, charmingly if I may say so, and leaned on his desk, arms crossed. “And I did not mind. I was going to stop you at some point, this is my workplace after all,” He seemed to be pondering for a moment, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know when I’ll be done, so you have two options. First one is, you stay here, you behave, and you wait until I’m done,” I widened my eyes at how he worded it, feeling a certain thrill from it. “I could still order some food, if you choose option one, since we don’t have time to go out,”
I was still hung up on the way the word ‘behave’ rolled of his tongue, I hated myself for liking it this much and tried to get myself back on track as he talked about the second choice. “Second one might still involve some waiting, since it’d be you call Nami and see if she can come pick you up,” I was about to tell him I could just walk back to campus and take the next bus, but he told me there’s no way he’d let me walk out of here without being able to make sure I’m safe.
Then he scoffed, “That’s a lie, you’re a grown woman, you could do just that: walk out and get back home. But, maybe I am trying to have you pick option one. I don’t like to leave a work unfinished,” his eyes traveled up and down my body, Law did not even try to hide his leering. Looking down at his desk where his beeper was, he checked it before hanging it at his waist. He pushed himself off the desk and made his way up to me, gently grabbing my chin to make me look up at him.
“What do you say?” As usual, I pushed his hand away from my chin, before doing as he did and grabbing his and have him look at me. “As much as I’d love to stay here, I feel like it’s not legal because there is all your paperwork and shit, and you don’t know what I could do with all that info,” Letting go of him, I shrugged, leaning against the wall, I didn’t say anything more. Perhaps waiting for him to say I was right, I should go, but I think I was more tempted in him telling me that it didn’t matter.
“You’re right,” He hummed before turning around and moving to his desk, I watch him as he cleaned everything up quickly. Putting them in the adequate files before closing his desk drawer and locking it up, making sure his storage cabinets were also locked. “Now, you’re good. As long as you’re behaved, there won’t be any problem. I’m taking a chance here, by letting you stay. Show me I wasn’t wrong leaving you here, if you change your mind and go, send me a text.” He gestured to the seats by the window, with the low table in front of them.
I shuffled to the spot, “Oh no, I had planned on being nosy and rummaging through your stuff, what a shame you locked everything,” I said sarcastically while pulling my laptop out of my bag, along my headset. I heard Law laugh lowly before telling me to have fun, I called out his name quickly once he was by the door, “I’m holding onto that promise of takeout, don’t let me starve doc!” I grinned and gave him a thumbs up, he shook his head in response, a small smile adorning his features.
Once he was out, and I was sure he wasn’t anywhere nearby, I let out a relived sigh and took my phone out to call Nami and tell her everything. While I was acting kind of composed until he had left, I was still feeling warm from being caught making out with him, by his colleague, nonetheless. If it had been Luffy or Nami, I wouldn’t have cared as much, but his colleague? And what was up with me being that desperate? Was I really that into his white coat? Or was it the contrast of his job with how he looked?
Maybe that waiting had me more riled up than I thought. I felt a pull to the man, that I couldn’t explain, perhaps it was his charisma? All he did was flirt with you, bring you food, and be hot, I thought, but then again, what more could I ask for, for a simple one-night stand…. That, sure, was taking too long to happen. While I did say he was whipped, I think I was trying to convince myself. But then again, he did not say he wasn’t, and he cared a lot- before I could overthink any more than I already did, Nami picked up.
“Did he fuck up? Do you need me to pick you up? I’m done, I can come-“ I had to interrupt her, I was expecting her to be ready to throw hands but I couldn’t help but laugh at how ready she was for it. Reassuring her, I told her that nothing bad had happened, it calmed her only slightly. She huffed, then I heard the jingle of keys being dropped on a wooden surface. “You were genuinely about to drive all the way here?” I asked with a huge smile on my face as I plugged in my headset.
“Well yes, I know where he lives, he should be afraid of the power I have with that information by the way,” Laughing, I informed her I wasn’t actually at his place right now but, she asked me if I was still downtown, and I felt a bit shy for a second when I told her I was at the hospital. I did not realize how it sounded when she asked me what had happened. Confused for a moment, I asked her what she meant by that question, then the penny dropped. “Oh god no, no, nothing bad happened! I had finished my classes earlier, so I came by his work to wait. Turns out, I’ll have to wait a bit longer,” I told her.
When she mumbled in understanding, I continued and slowly brought the topic of what had happened earlier. Her reaction was mixt, she seemed thrilled that it was going well, but still was not fond of the man, her excitement won when she asked me if he was a good kisser. “Nams, I think the important info to remember is that we got interrupted-“ she clicked her tongue against her teeth, saying it wasn’t important, “You’re still there, right? You’ll get railed, don’t worry, the interruption only adds some action to all of this!” She said enthusiastically.
Rolling my eyes, I scoffed jokingly, “Well, I don’t want action, I want to fuck and maybe see if I like him, I don’t need drama. Just, casual sex,” Nami told me to shut up that I was just spurring bullshit, “Casual, casual, what you’re doing is everything but casual babe. You’d have to be blind to not see there’s something between the two of you. And it’s weird, right? Because you’ve known each other for…” She started counting under her breath before saying, “Not long,” Chuckling at that, I hummed thoughtfully.
“You’re right, it’s rushed, should I just come back and tell him we should take things slow?” I asked, a bit lost, I don’t know why it was happening so fast. I appreciated him, I knew things about him, yet I felt like there was an invisible wall separating us. I did not mind, after all we started all this just to have sex, maybe that wall was a blessing, and it’ll help me not get caught up in… whatever this was.
“Oh no girl, you’re getting laid, and only once you’ve gotten laid will I be accepting you back in the apartment!” In the back I heard Robin say that it didn’t work like that, that if I came knocking during the night while Nami was asleep, she’d let me in. Nami tried to argue back, it was all in good fun and in the end, I know that my ginger friend did not mind letting me back in if things didn’t go as planned.
We kept talking a bit longer, she hyped me to keep doing what I was doing. One of her arguments being that he had money and he was always going to pay the food, which was only an added bonus to how attractive he was. I deviated the conversation to her and Vivi, which made her softer and cooled her curiosity about my situation.
After a while, we hang up and I focused on my work. I had to use the hospital’s guest wi-fi, which was a bit too slow and limited my use for my research, but I managed to do things anyway. Feeling out of place in this room, I tried my best to not spread my stuff around. I had my bag closed right next to me, with a book opened on the low table and my laptop on my lap. I felt too aware of each of my action, thinking that anyone could come in the room and kick me out, or just give me a weird look when they’d see that Law wasn’t here.
I kept my back as straight as possible; it was hard because every now and then, I’d want to sit in a more comfortable position; There were no pillows to support my back, and the seat was pretty uncomfortable, it took all the restraint in the world for me to not sit tailor-style and finally be comfortable. Time went by without me being aware of it, it’s only when I was startled by a light being turned on above my head that I noticed it was pitch dark outside.
Sliding the headset off my head, having it now resting around my neck, I turned my head towards the door and let out a short breath in surprise. With a small smile, I thanked Law as he stepped inside his office, “You shouldn’t work in the dark, you’ll fuck your eyes up like that.” He said with a smile as he shrugged off his coat and hung it on the hook by the door before rolling his sleeves up. I had to force myself to look away, fixing my gaze back on my screen.
“I hadn’t realized it was this late,” Putting a hand on my stomach, I made a pondering face, “Although it explains why my stomach’s empty, I did eat a few snacks while working but it’s clearly not enough,” I said out loud as I saved my file and turned off my computer, putting it back in my bag, carefully placing it so that nothing would hit it too roughly. Scoffing, I saw Law grab something from his desk before going to the bathroom and coming out of it with his earrings dangling from his lobes.
Pursing my lips, I tried not to laugh but he saw it and asked me what was wrong with me. “Nothing it’s just,” understanding he was getting ready to go, I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder, “It’s cute how, even though we’re going back to your place, you’re putting on your earrings. It’s just- the trip there isn’t that long, no one is going to see it,” Quirking a brow, he didn’t answer right away and first put on his black coat. He shoved his hands in his pockets to check for the keys and wallet, his eyes never leaving mine.
“It’s not for the people that I’m wearing them, I just like the earrings. They were a gift, it feels off when I’m not wearing them, is that a good answer?” He said with a strained smile, I felt my cheeks warm up. I felt stupid for assuming anything and felt slightly bad for having had him tell me the story behind it, sure it wasn’t much, but I could have kept my mouth shut and he wouldn’t have given me that… awkward smile. “I didn’t mean to pry, but it suits you, that’s for sure.” I said with a nudge, lifting up the mood. I wasn’t sure it had even gone sour, but I made sure we were on the same page.
Opening the door of his office, Law grabbed the cap from the coat-hanger, he was only going to put it on once he was outside. “Well, you are biased, but I’ll take the compliment,” He grinned, gesturing me with his head to go to the elevator. Following him, I scoffed, “How am I biased? Visually, it looks good, you know? With some perspective and all that,” Pulling me towards him when I was about to bump into someone, he kept me close by when we were in the elevator.
We were stacked inside such a tight space it felt stuffed. I shoved my free hand in my pocket and put on a fake smile when my eyes could meet those of the other people in the elevator. I tensed when I felt Law’s breath behind my ear, he was standing right behind me and was keeping me close, a hand on my hip. “Biased because you find me attractive,” I shook my head, and looked at him over my shoulder, whispering back, “I do, you are handsome, that doesn’t mean the earrings don’t suit you. It only makes you look even more cute,” I felt bolder from not facing him straight on, but I could still see the slight blush on his cheeks.
He leaned back, his back hitting the wall of the elevator, his hand on my hip only tightened I didn’t say anything, but found it entertaining to know he reacted as such when given genuine compliments. “Doctor Law! I didn’t know you had a girlfriend- oh and what a cute couple you two are, you know, I was talking about it with my husband earlier that we never saw you with anyone by your side, he’ll be glad to know you’re not as hopeless as he thought you were! He was dead set on setting you up with his friend’s grand-daughter-“ The old man that had started a one-sided conversation with Law got interrupted by the nurse next to him who gave us a short smile.
She told him that he shouldn’t bother Law since clearly he had finished his shift and was on his way to leave; Law laughed politely, “You can tell Eliott that I’m fine, he shouldn’t worry about me. I can only hope to be as lucky as you are to be with him,” He said, that same polite smile adorning his features.
The old man gave me a look, almost asking me to speak, so I threaded carefully. When I saw the door open, I slid my hand inside Law’s and grinned at the old man in the wheelchair, “Well, we have to get going, any time I spend with this guy is gold- yup, and I’m, a gold digger?” I kept the weird face I wanted to make, to myself and instead followed Law’s footsteps out of the elevator, bidding goodbye to the confused old man.
When we were out, we made our way in silence to the car, Law let go of me and looked at me confused, “What did that even mean?” His voice wasn’t angry, nor was it happy, I didn’t know what he was thinking. He had the faintest frown on his face, which gave me the impression that he was mad but did not let it get to me.
“I don’t know, I panicked! I’m bad at improvising, I wanted to be all poetic you know? Like, you have little free time, so it’s rare, like gold and- it came out so, so bad, I am truly sorry about that.” I confessed while struggling to put on my seatbelt. My hands were shaking from the feeling of being put on the spot when the old man had talked to us. It felt like stage fright, but there was no show, and I was no actress. Perhaps I could try my best to be one, and act like I did not care of what the man had said but there was pride swelling inside me as I recalled he had said we made a great couple.
The black-haired man stared at me for a moment before bursting out laughing, he helped me with my seatbelt, leaning in close, “Well, you’ve embarrassed yourself by saying you’re a gold digger. At least I know what Mr. Coldwater will be talking about with his husband for the next few days.” When my seatbelt was fastened, Law did not lean back on his seat. Instead, he looked at me a little longer, his eyes darting to my lips before smirking.
I thought he was going to pull away like he did when he had coffee together and was surprised when he placed a hand on my cheek and brought my lips to his. I don’t think either of us cared that this was getting hot so fast, it was slow and deep kisses, his hand that previously was holding the wheel tightly, moved to cradle my face closer. At this moment I realized how touch starved we both were, craving that intimacy we hadn’t had in too long. I pulled him closer by his tie only to be tutted in a reprimanding way as he broke the kiss.
“You really want to take my clothes off, I’m getting worried you only want me for the sex,” he said jokingly, removing my hand from his tie and straightening it back in place as he fastened his seatbelt, giving me a side glance. “No, you’re right, I am also using you for the free food, I should have made that clearer,” I matched his attitude, giving him my best smirk, which only made him roll his eyes as he started the car.
“You are truly living that gold digger life, or is it more the sugar baby life? I can hardly tell the difference,” A strained laugh escaped my lips when I heard his words, looking at him, astonished, there was still the beginning of a smile on my face.
“Hey, come on, you’re the one offering and I never refuse great offers. I’m quite the opportunist, doc,” Humming, I felt my body flush with warmth and opened the window to get some fresh air. I looked outside, watching the flash colors of the city passing by as we drove on the highway. I was about to get lost in my thoughts when Law spoke loudly, so that I could hear above the sound of the wind.
I faced him when he started talking, “Then I shall find an offer you can’t refuse, how about,” he trailed off, making me think he was pondering what to say next but from the smug smile on his face, he knew already what he wanted to say. “I get to enjoy some too, you’ve been enjoying free food for a while now, it’s only fair I get a taste,” His eyes left the road for half a second, looking at me up and down. My brows furrowed as I tried to understand what he meant; I was coming to a conclusion but the silence from my side must have been too long when he explained himself.
“You’re the food, and I want to eat you out.”
An audible “Ah,” left my mouth, I stared at him for a moment, the radio playing at a very low volume was all we could hear along the loud wind in the background. Sliding the window shut, I nodded to myself, Law couldn’t see it for he was focused on the road. “Well, as I said… I can’t refuse a great offer, it sounds great to me, yep…” I smacked my lips, not expecting that at all and yet I was unable to ignore the excitement that started to build inside me.
“Perfect, until then, how about we order Chinese?” He then proceeded to tell me about the restaurant that wasn’t far from his place, and we then spent time trying to find what we wanted on the app. I had to read out loud most of the plates there was on the menu since Law couldn’t look at them himself. When we had chosen what we wanted, I called the place and told them our order. They said it would take about an hour since it was rush hour and they had a lot of customers right now.
The rest of the drive we chatted as if he had not just plainly told me he wanted to eat me out. I appreciated it, a deal was a deal, no need to mention it again until the right moment. While we did not mention it again, it was still very present in the back of my mind and I couldn’t wait until we were at his place to get things going. I felt like this was the longest I had to wait to get laid, but from what he keeps telling me, he’s good, and it’ll be worth it.
I brought up the topic of his clumsy blond friend, and it made him smile a little albeit the rolling of his eyes. “He’s… a family friend, helped raise me, he’s great but don’t tell him I said that. He needs to get the love toned down,” He said softly, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. We were driving straight ahead, so it was pretty quiet. Even more so at this time of the day.
“Not to be that person, but are we there yet?” I asked him a bit shyly, I did feel like a child who had been promised a nice treat. But I was no child, and the treat was entirely different than what a child would expect. “We are, can you hold on five more minutes? Or do you really want to jump me that bad?” I laughed loudly in response, resting my elbow against the car door and leaning my head on my fist. “Oh babe, I can wait, I was curious because, thanks to you, I haven’t eaten and I’m getting car sick alright?” I huffed, focusing on the horizon with a frown.
His humorous attitude turned into concern when he asked me if I was okay, I told him that as long as I get to have a bite of something, anything really, when we got to his place, I’d survive. “I should have gotten us something to snack on before leaving, it was stupid of me,” he sighed. I turned around and looked at him in confusion, putting a hand on his shoulder, “I was kidding when I said it was because of you. I should have prepared something don’t worry, you’re good, I’m good and alive too, I just hope you have bread at your place,” I finished with a smile, sitting back properly on my seat, hoping he’d stop blaming himself.
Something in the back of my head sensed a certain familiarity in the way he was acting; Kind of like the man who made sure I’d eat and drink after… Shaking my head, I looked back at the road, making sure to ignore my thought. We weren’t on the highway anymore; we were driving through a fairly rich neighbor. Not the richest, but the housing did look very good. A lot of white houses and grey/white buildings too, “I do have food, yes, I also have to eat you know? I am human after all,” He said with a smug smile. I rolled my eyes, “Damn I thought you sparkled under the sun, here lies my hopes and dreams.” I sighed in faux-despair, I then met his eyes, “The more you know, right?” I added.
His smug smile disappeared to let an exhausted playful one adorn his face, he did not say anything else. After a while, we arrived, and he parked his car in the underground parking lot of the building before leading us to the elevator. His place was on the eleventh floor, which made the ride there only more painful. “I think we spent too much time on elevators today,” I stated. Law huffed, giving me a weird look, “And I think we’re lucky to be alone in this one, or would you prefer to be pressed against me in a crowded one?” I bit the inside of my cheek and threw him a glance, considering his suggestion.
The unsaid suggestion being: ‘shall we make out in the empty elevator?’, I think. “If you want me so bad, maybe you should come closer, see what happens? I promise I don’t bite.” I told him with a smirk, he was at the opposite of me, his arms crossed on his chest with his cap still covering his head. Grinning, he shook his head. “It’s cute, you’re trying to take control. Trying, being the key word. But you see, if I give you a taste right now, you won’t be able to behave until I fucked you properly.” He said dryly, only giving me a side glance before continuing, “We don’t want that, do we?” He smiled, approaching slowly, his arms falling to his side.
He gently placed a hand on my cheek, I had a hard time keeping my reactions to myself. There was an unspoken battle of who would break first, and I had shown the first cracks by getting on his lap and initiating a making out session. Fortunately, I was brought back to reality when we got interrupted but with how he looked at me right now, I don’t think I could hold back a lot longer. “We wouldn’t want that, no,” I mirrored his smile, my hand sliding to his pants and pulling him closer by the belt. A surprised huff escaped his lips, turning his smirk into a strained expression.
We stared at one another, daring the other to make another move. It was like playing Jenga but without the wooden blocks, without the support of the table, without the joyful laugh and angry screams of stress, but the tension was somewhat the same. Taking from the other to add more and more, trying to make each other tip. Trying our hardest to win by having the other succumb first, their composure crumbling like the wooden tower. If you showed one ounce of weakness, trembling hands, shivers, short breath, you’d be done for. And I knew full well I had lost long ago, yet we still entertained the idea.
Our staring contest was cut short by the ‘ding’ the elevator made when we arrived on the eleventh floor. “Looks like it’s our stop,” I grinned, pushing him away gently as I pushed myself off the wall and gripped my bag tight. “I was going to lead the way, but I don’t know which one is yours so,” I stepped to the side and let him walk in front of me, “Guide me,”
He chuckled and pulled the keys from his pockets, his pace fast in front of me. He stopped in front of a door and unlocked it, I followed and did as he did, removed my shoes at the entrance. When I was about to follow him further inside the place, I was stopped, “Wait here, I need to check something first,” with that he was gone, and I was left standing in the middle of the hall. I put my bag on the cabinet by the door and did not move. I still tried to look around, the place was open. To my left was the kitchen, it looked big enough for… creative activities.
On the right there was the living room, with the dining room close by. No walls separated anything, which made the room very vast. Law had entered a room right ahead from the entrance, he closed it behind and stayed there a few minutes before coming out with a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved black shirt he had rolled the sleeves of. He seemed a lot more comfortable than he had been in his slack pants, tight belt, tie and dress shirt. Looking at me, he grinned and approached me close.
“By ‘wait here’ I meant, not follow me. But you stayed right…” He dragged the word, his eyes trailing on my form, “…there, you did not move an inch. You are obedient after all,” I looked at him with wide eyes, my cheeks warming up by the second. I don’t know what he meant by that, but I took his words as a permission for me to move. I walked past him and made my way to the kitchen, “I’m hungry above anything else,” I heard him say that I should make myself at home, so I did. I started making myself a sandwich while still talking, “And you said I should wait, so I waited, it’s not my place so I wasn’t going to take a look around, no matter how tempting it is.”
I explained before taking a bite and groaning at how great it felt to finally eat after a long day. I did not miss Law when he joined me in the kitchen and handed me a glass a water, saying that if I was going to eat so fast, I might as well not choke. I thanked him, then kept eating in silence until he spoke up, “You said no matter how tempting it is, do tell me what you’re curious about. I’ll give you a tour, not that we weren’t going to do that anyway,” I quirked a brow, asking him if he really meant to give me a tour in the first place.
“Well, not in those circumstances. I’d have had you on all the furniture, moaning, but by the end we’d have done it in all the rooms.” He did not falter once while delivering that line, his back resting against the countertop, his head only half-turned towards me as his eyes were looking at nothing. He was imagining it, a smile on his face. My mouth too dry when I swallowed, I started choking and quickly took a sip of water. Law looked at me with a look that said, ‘I told you so’, so I scoffed. “It’s your fault if I’m choking, don’t give me that look doc.”
He shook his head, “That’s not how I choke, but you can blame me for having you so flustered you lost the use of your mouth,” I sighed loudly at his words, but the smile on my face betrayed the fake-annoyance I put up. If he kept that up, my tower of restrain would collapse, he was too good with words. I tried to taunt him, tease him perhaps, in the elevator but utterly failed. And here he was, simply standing next to me, but having me hot and bothered by the snap of his fingers.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll think you’ve really choked, maybe I should help you out,” He drawled, his hand grabbing my wrist gently as he pulled me towards him. He placed himself behind me, my back against his chest. I let him move me as he pleased, curious of what he’d do, and did not say anything. You know what they said, if you don’t have anything sexy to say, don’t say anything, or something like that.
I felt his other hand slowly travel the length of my body, from the side of my thigh to my hip, to my sides to finally rest on my shoulder. His hand delicately moved to rest under my chin, lifting it from under, barely holding my neck. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” he whispered into my ear before letting go of my hand to rest a hand on my stomach, just under my chest. I breathed out, ‘Keep going,’ but could barely hear it myself. I felt him huff a laugh as his finger gently graze against my throat.
“Something’s keeping you from talking, so I should help, right?” He continued, his hand leaving my neck to join his other one on my stomach. His lips moved to where his hand was on my neck and ghosted my skin as he spoke. “The trick is to put the thumb right here,” He clicked his tongue against his teeth and chuckled, “We can’t really see much like that, can we? Here,” he raised my shirt, and to not have to hold it he told me to keep the hem between my teeth. I tried to lean my head back on his shoulder, but he said I should watch and learn.
“You put your fist right there, the other hand above it and you pull it up,” Instead of pulling up, he moved both of his hands right under my breasts, tracing oh so slowly. His mouth soon joined as he pressed kisses on the back of my neck, I laughed lightly at the tickling sensation of his hair on my skin. “Don’t move or I’ll stop,” he said in a low tone. His hands had started traveling down my body, but I stopped him and pulled away from him, “Stop what? You’ve barely done anything, we could stop everything right now and it wouldn’t change a thing-“ With an annoyed sigh, he pulled me closer once more, this time he did not lose time and took my shirt off.
I raised my arm to help him, if he initiated it like that, I could still claim to not have lost. He had caved in first, and I had barely done anything for it to happen. “You talk too much, and moan so little. I’d like to change that,” he was about to help me on the countertop when I smirked and pushed him away once more. “Not here to fight you, but if you plan of fucking me properly, I’d like for it to happen in a proper bed too.” With another annoyed huff, he led me to his room but did not bother closing the door. Instead, he made me wrap my hands around his shoulders, his were resting on my hips as he guided me to the bed.
I fell my back first on it as he let go of me and looked down at me with a wide grin. “Hopefully you didn’t forget my offer,” he asked rhetorically before leaning over the bed and helping me out of my clothes slowly, the excitement coursing through my body made my hands tremble a little as I tried to help me out, but he told me, “Keep your hands to yourself or I might have to tie you up,” while I knew he said it jokingly, I couldn’t help but found some thrill into it. I did not tell him I’d be into it, just like I did not tell him I dreamt of him in the most sinful ways.
Instead, I scoffed, I don’t know where I found the attitude. I felt completely exposed while he was still fully dressed, I could however see the growing bulge in his pants and grinned before meeting his gaze. “My hands could be helping you too, you know,” His lips pulled into a smirk, he grabbed my ankles and put my legs over his shoulders as he knelt on the bed, between my legs. “I think they’ll fit better here,” he let go of my legs and placed both my hands in his hair.
Without any warning, he dipped his head between my legs and starting working, my breath hitched in my throat as I let my head fall back. He started slow, painfully so, his tongue feeling strange at first but slowly growing into a pleasing sensation. It was enjoyable but not yet a bliss, I had yet to be gripping his hair in pleasure and must have noticed and stopped for a moment. His hands slithered from knees to the higher spot on my thighs, “Do you want to make this a bit more fun?” He asked, after having wiped his chin on my thigh.
I nodded, he told me to try again, I furrowed my brows a moment then cleared my dry throat, “Yes, what do you have in mind?” I asked, he then instructed for me to grab the headboard tightly and not let go. If I did, he’d stop. If I wanted to stop, I’d have to hit his back with my heel. I liked that, it was kind of like… discipline… When I agreed, he went back to work, except this time, he used his hands too. While one finger was playing with my clit, his mouth was licking, sucking, his tongue lapping at my lower lips, another one was thrusting inside and out of me.
At some point, he looked up at me and grinned widely, his eyes darted to where my hands were gripping the headboard with all my strength. I was panting, high pitched moans escaping my lips without any shame. He grazed his teeth against my skin and met my gaze as if to ask if he could go one, I told him he could go ahead and then felt a stinging pain of his teeth sinking in my skin enough to feel some pain but not to spill some blood. I tried to keep my mouth shut to muffle the louder moan that was going to escape but was only reprimanded in return. “Where’s the fun in covering up those pretty sounds?” He stopped everything and leaned over me, a hand on my chin to open my mouth.
“See, if it can open like that, why not use it to let me enjoy those moans of yours, hm?” A lazy smile on my lips, I wanted to do what he did to me: grab his chin back and maybe slap his hand away but I felt like I had to keep holding the headboard. “I’ll make a note of that, so keep going if you want to hear more of it, hm?” I mimicked his tone, only to be met with a taunting smile.
“It’s cute, you’re still following the game of not letting go of the bed, but you’re talking back. Guess we’ll have to make you scream louder, hopefully you won’t mind,” I could feel my whole body warming up, upon hearing his words. He then gripped the hem of his shirt with both his hands before removing it, I suddenly felt a shiver ran down my body and looked up at him.
“Oh god you’re-“
[Part 9]
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Jealousy
Request for: @imaginationjunkie
Warnings: jealousy, slight angst?, smut
So this story has a little bit of body shaming. The reader feels insecure. I just want to let all of the wonderful men and ladies out there know that your body is perfect. You are beautiful. You are Individual and different..that makes you gorgeous. Big or small. Learn to love yourself a little more 🥺💜
"I have to give it to you..you kick major ass" spider compliment with a little giggle. Spider and red hood are platonic co-workers. She helps out on missions or joins Jason when she has nothing better to do. They had just kicked a group of armed thugs asses after tourching a massive crate of shipped drugs that were illegally transported to gotham.
"Oh yeah?" He teased with a sly smirk under his helmet
"Yeah..you do..and its very impressive. You're a badass" she grinned causing him to chuckle. He knew he was a badass but hearing someone call him it boosted his ego a little more.
"Yeah well..someone has to be the badass around here" he remarked in a cheeky tone
"Oh so you're saying I'm not a badass?" Spider pouted teasingly
"Maybe?" The childish pout on her face made Jason laugh. She walked towards him swaying her hips. Her suit was a skin tight black kevlar suit with a zip running down to her lower abdomen. She had a utility belt that held explosives and bullets for the guns that were strapped to her legs in holsters. Much like Jason she too used guns that contained rubber bullets. She wore a black eye mask much like the one Robin wears and red lipstick to make her lips stand out. Her dark hair was always kept in a high ponytail that swayed dramatically everytime she ran or jumped from building to building.
"So. I was thinking we go get lunch someday..yknow...to tighten this friendship more" she bit her lip and fluttered her eyes open and closed while looking a Jason. She stood there like a shy girl scared of rejection.
"Errr..well...*sigh* sure. Why not" he answered
"Yay!! Love ya, bestie" she jumped and ran over to jason in excitement wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her head on his chest. Jason didn't say a word but he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a short meaningless hug.
" I *cough* I have to head home. I have a partner to be with" he released the hug and gave her a small smile under his helmet.
"O-oh. Right. Yeah. Sorry" Spider immediately felt a little bit of jealousy bubble inside of her but pushed it deep down. Y/N was a really nice women and her and Jason deserved each other but she couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. She always wanted to date Jason Todd. Who wouldn't? He was hot as fuck. He was a gentleman and he loved women. He was caring and very funny. She released a sigh and started to walk towards the edge of the building they were on
"I'll see ya around, partner" she turned to him giving him a smirk and a wink before jumping across the big gap to get to the other building and continued running.
"Partner. Pffft" Jason whispered to himself shaking his head lightly releasing a sigh. He grabbed his grappling gun and launched it at a tall building that was infront of the one he was on to head home.
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"Y/N! Baby I'm home" Jason called out climbing through the open window of their shared living room. It was Jasons apartment but 4 months in to Y/n and Jason's relationship they decided on living with each other. It was a great decision they both made. They cooked together. Danced together. Cuddled while watching movies. Showered together. Made love in their shared bed.. their relationship was perfect. Yes they argued but neither of them could stay mad at one another. It always ended up with them laughing at each other or their bodies ended against each other in deep need to apologise.
"I'm in here.." Y/n called just about loud enough for Jason to hear. Knowing something with off at the tone of her voice he made his way to their bedroom only to find Y/n laying in bed facing away from the bedroom door. It almost looked like she was asleep if it wasn't for her shoulders shaking a little
"Baby..whats wrong?" Jasons voice was soft despite the voice modulator in his helmet that he discarded only seconds after by pressing a button on the side that opened the helmet allowing him to pull it off his head and lightly placed it on the floor.
"Nothing, jay. Just come to bed. I missed you" you sniffled trying to hide the fact that you had been crying. It didn't work. Jason stood there with a saddened expression on his face, he hated seeing you upset. He began to strip off his armour bit by bit leaving it on the floor by his feet leaving him in white tommy hilfiger boxers.
"Baby please..whats wrong?" Jason moved to the bed slowly trying not to startle you. He pulled back the covers to find a cam pad on the bed. You used a special built tablet like device to watch jason on patrol to make sure he was ok because oh boy..he can be reckless when we wants or when you were missing him. The camera is connected to his lenses that are build in to his red hood helmet. It all clicked together in jasons mind why you were so upset
"Baby if this is about V/P/N..I'll cancel the lunch meeting she planned" he moved the cam pad and placed it on the night stand next to his side of the bed instantly climbing in to bed with you. He moved closer to your side and wrapped his right arm around your waist.
"No no..its not that.." you sniffled again and then released a sigh.
"Then what is it, beautiful?" He noticed a sob that escaped your throat when he called you that pet name and pulled your body closer towards his
"Its just.." you turned yourself around to face him, his hand never leaving your waist.."its just that she's..she's very attractive. You and I both know that, jay"
"No sh-" Jason tried to disagree with that statement but you interrupted
"Yes. You know she is, Jason..and her touching you and always finding ways to show off her figure to you doesn't help the feeling I have that I'm not good enough for you. She has the curves and the thin waist..the face too.." you felt another urge of sadness ripple through you but you tried your hardest not to let it show.
"Baby.." Jasons expression looked hurt but he also looks guilty. He knew he didn't do anything wrong but he couldn't help but feel guilty. "Baby you listen to me. You are the most attractive girl I've met! Those hips..those thick legs..your cute stomach..you are perfect"
His words had made you sob and a fresh load of tears started to stream down your face and he couldn't help but release a small sob too.
"I'm not beautiful, Jason. I'm far from it. L-look at you..you're handsome..only a blind would say different..a-and me? I'm unfit. I-i'm not even average"
"I'm not going to sit here and listen to you talk shit about yourself. Y/n when I tell you that you are beautiful i mean it, ok? No matter how you view yourself I'm always going to be the one to shoot down that negativity and tell you otherwise. Now stop doubting your beauty, baby"
"J-" and with that he pressed his lips against yours surprising you a little but you instantly kiss back. When he pulls back for a little bit of air his eyes stare in to your e/c ones and gives you a reassuring smile and attaches his lips to yours again this time sliding his tongue againts your lips begging for an entrance. You glady accept and your tongues smack against each others causing you to moan.
"Mmmmm" you mumble in to the kiss. Jason squeezes your waist as a sign of arousal and flips himself on to his back taking you along with him gripping your waist and rolls you on top of him. Your covered pussy just inches away from sitting against his covered and slightly hard penis.
The wet noises of your heated makeout and occasional moans are the only thing heard in your bedroom. You Pulled back once more for air with a string of saliva connected to both of your mouths.
"Fuck" Jason moaned huskily. His pants were fully tented and he breaths were heavy. You pushed yourself back and planted yourself on jasons rock solid penis. You were sure that he was leaking through his boxers. The friction of your underwear and his against your soaked pussy make you moan quietly.
"Jay. I need you" you sounded so desperate. He left you breathless and needy in seconds.
"How much do you need me, baby girl?" He placed his large hands on your ass and grinded his hard-on against you causing your breath to hitch and for him to lightly bite his lip.
"Jay I'm soaked" you sounded so beggy but you didn't care. You needed him.
"Oh really?" One of his hands left your hip after your dirty words and made its way in to your shorts "No panties? Did you know this was going to happen?" His ring finger and middle finger slipped against your dripping entrance..teasingly parting your lips and spreading your wetness.
"Mmm you're right. Your cunt is dripping. Who made you like that, baby? Who makes your pussy wet?" His fingers continued to play with your pussy. He dragged them to rub them against your clit causing you to jolt and moan.
"Y-you do. You do, baby boy" you released another moan as he teased your pussy a little more
"Thats right. Me" and with that..he plunged his ring and middle finger deep inside of your pussy. He wasted no time trusting them in and out of you
"Jayyyy" your hands scratched at his shoulders at the pleasure making him groan. His fingers sped up inside of you. His hand slapping against your skin, the squelch of your wet pussy, your moans and jasons heavy groans echo throughout your apartment.
"Jay I'm so close" you moaned, nails gripping in to his flesh a little deeper. "Yes..yeess I'm gonna cum"
"Oh no you're not..not yet, baby" Jasons hand stopped moving and he discarded his fingers out of your pussy
"Jason what the fuck" you snapped but not aggressive. You were disappointed that he didn't let you finish.
"I want you to cum on my cock. Would you like that?" his words made your whimper once more.
"Y-yes. Yes please" you begged. You pressed yourself againts Jason making him groan quietly.
"Good girl. Take off your clothes" He planted a slap on your ass and you immediately rid of your shorts and the tight fitted vest you were wearing throwing them in the direction near the window. Your nipples immediately harden at the cold exposure and your hands went to play with your boobs. You stood on your knees and moved up so your pussy was hovering above Jasons abs so he could take of his boxers which he did and flung them to where his other clothes were.
You were pinching your nipples that caused you to moan. As soon as jason placed his hands on your hips one more you moved back to your previous spot. He then moved his hand to his face and spat on his hand and brought it to his cock..pumping it a few times to lubricate it. Your hand then took over and slowly pumped the base while lining it up to meet your entrance.
You raise your hips and slowly sink down on his cock causing both of you to release dragged out moans. Once you had bottomed out you place your hands on his very defined chest and started to bounce with the help of his hands on your hips guiding you.
"Mmm jasonnn" you moan at the feeling of his large cock filling you so nicely reaching every spot inside of you that pretty much none of your boyfriends before ever explored.
"You feel so good, gorgeous. Shit!" You continue to bounce, your ass slapping against his meaty thighs. Your tits bounce along with the jiggle of your ass and Jason sits up to latch on to one of your nipples as you fuck yourself on to him throwing your head back
"Ohh babyy your cock feels so good! You're so big!" You release a cry as he pleasures your body. "Keep sucking my tits baby" you stop bouncing for a short minute and you plant your feet on to the mattress while you squat in jasons lap. Your new position causes your pussy to clamp down on his cock as it pushes him deeper inside if you and you begin to grind on his cock
"Ohhhhhhh red! Oh jay!!" He releases a nipple to moan out at the overwhelming feeling of your pussy rapidly fucking his cock
"mmmMMMM yeeees. Juuuuuust like that. Keep going" he moans against your chest
"OoooOOOHH YEAAAAH! Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Jay!" You scream as you fuck him at full power. His right travels down to your lower abdomen and starts to powerfully rub your clit in harsh circles
"aaaHHHHH JASON! jason! Fuck! I'm gonna cum baaaaby!!" Your pussy starts to clamp on to him again and in the matter of seconds your body gives out and you begin to cum.
All your body allowed you to do was scream. You couldn't even talk at how good you were feeling you screamed through your orgasm and soon felt jason cum inside of you
"Y/n!!!! Shiiiiiit!" His body shakes as he fills you with his seed. His moans and cries were to die for.
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Moments after you both managed to come down from your highs you collapsed on top of jason and snuggled close to his chest. You were worm out from all of the crying you did before he fucked you and the sex. The sex you two had always left you drained.
"Mmm I love you, jay" you said sleepily giving him a light kiss on the chest.
"I love you too, beautiful. Don't put yourself down like that again, ok?" He tangled his hand in your hair and rubbed your scalp making you drift off to sleep. Jason smiles to himself and closes his eyes, hands still working on your scalp until he too joined you in dreamland...
I'm sorry it took so long 🥺
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