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ellewritesathing · 4 years

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Faking It - III

Summary: You’d done plenty of dumb things in your life, but the dumbest had to be picking Greendale’s latest bad-boy to pretend to be your boyfriend.

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A/N: hello friends i forgot what day of the week it was. sorry for posting late but i hope you like it regardless!!

“You punched Colin Anderson in the mouth?”

Sighing, you closed your locker and turned to face your friend. “Hi, Harvey, I’m doing great, thanks for asking,” you said, adjusting the bag on your back as you did. “How are you today?”

“Come on, Y/N, I’m being serious,” Harvey said. “You go on one date with the guy and now you’re getting into bar fights?”

“First of all, it wasn’t a bar fight,” you said. “Second of all, if Colin Anderson didn’t want to be punched in the mouth, he shouldn’t have tried to grab my ass.”

“Well, that’s not the story he’s telling people,” Harvey said, shifting around uncomfortably under the weight of new information.

“What’s he telling people?” you asked, turning and beginning to walk to your next class. “And who is he? I’d never seen him before that night.”

“That’s because you don’t go to any of the football games,” Harvey said, voice bouncing around as he followed you to keep the conversation going. “He’s like the rockstar of Green Valley, alright? And he’s telling people that Caliban lost a bet to him and you punched him to get out of paying up.”

“That’s bullshit!”

“Yeah, I know that now,” Harvey said. “But this is the kind of crap he does, Y/N. It’s only gonna get worse the longer that you’re around him.”

“Harvey, for clarification, I never plan on being around Colin Anderson again unless I’m punching him in the mouth.”

“You know that’s not who I was talking about,” Harvey said with a sigh. He rubbed his face and you actually felt bad for him right then. He could be a pain at times but he was still one of your closest friends, and the strain of being your friend was starting to show. “Just … be careful. Caliban’s not a good guy. I mean, look at just look at your hand.”

You looked down for a second and saw what he was talking about: the gnarly looking purple-yellow bruise on your outer three knuckles and the small split that refused to heal between your pinky and ring finger. You took a sharp breath and pulled your hand behind your back.

“I think you’re wrong about him,” you said. You put your non-bruised hand out when Harvey started arguing. “Yeah, he’s done some shady stuff but don’t you think, underneath all that, there’s something good about him?”

“No.”

“Ouch,” Caliban said. You’d been too focused on Harvey that you didn’t even notice his arrival until you were jumping at the sound of his voice. Harvey seemed less rattled and more annoyed. “Please, cousin, don’t hold back on my account.”

“Whatever.” Harvey was never a pro at witty comebacks. He shifted again and then gave up on whatever speech he was mentally preparing. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Duly noted,” Caliban said with a smile, stepping closer and placing a hand on the small of your back. “Thank you.”

Harvey shook his head and got ready to say something that would, without a doubt, end up in an argument when the warning bell rang overhead. “I’ll see you guys around.”

“No, Harvey, wait-” You reached out for his hand but he shook you off. You turned to face Caliban’s angelically smiling face with a fury. “What the hell was that?”

“What was what?” Caliban asked, either not noticing your frustration or ignoring it in favor of pretending to be playfully ignorant.

“Why can’t you have a single conversation with him where it doesn’t end in an argument?”

“I’m afraid my cousin is rather sensitive at heart,” Caliban said, dropping his gaze to the floor for a moment. “He doesn’t appreciate my witticisms the same way you do.”

“I’m not so sure I appreciate them either,” you said. The second bell rang out and you took another step back. “I’m going to be late for class. We can talk about it later.”

Caliban called out your name but you disappeared into the sea of students before he could change your mind.

---

In an attempt to distance yourself from all the boy trouble you’d gotten yourself into, you buried yourself in schoolwork. You opted for the safety and quiet of the library instead of eating lunch with your friends, but your carefully crafted isolation was broken by Roz dumping her stuff on one of the chairs across from you and taking a seat right in front of you.

“So what’s the deal with you and Harvey’s cousin?” she asked. The people around you shushed her and she mumbled out an apology before leaning in and whispering, “So what’s the deal with-”

“It’s really complicated, Roz,” you said with a sigh. “And I’ve got this trig assignment due in like twenty minutes so I can’t talk right now.”

“You can copy mine if you tell me what’s going on,” Roz said. She got a sinister smile on her face when she knew she’d won - a smile you had come to love and hate. You relented and she dug the assignment out of her bag. “Spill.”

“It started a while ago-” Not a total lie. It would be easier once you were copying answers and not looking at the face of your best friend. “He was looking for Harvey and somehow found me instead. The long-distance thing was going really well, you know? And then Harvey found out and completely freaked out-”

“I mean, it makes sense,” Roz said. “You and him are like best friends and it sounds like Caliban ends up with everything Harvey cares about so- hey, don’t look at me like that. I never said it was intentional.”

“What did he end up with that Harvey cared about so much?” you asked, putting the trigonometry aside for a moment to argue.

“His little league spot, Lucy, a loving mom instead of an angry dad,” Roz went on to list a few more, slightly less heartbreaking, things before sighing and shrugging lightly. “And now you.”

“I’m not some old action figure, Roz. It’s not like me dating Caliban has to change anything between me and Harvey,” you said. You looked down at your trig assignment again and thought that maybe you were taking this fake relationship a little too seriously.

“But it does change things. He thinks you’re choosing his cousin over him.”

“But that’s not what I’m-” you broke off your argument when people started shushing you again. “Fine, okay, whatever. Just tell me how to fix it.”

Roz got her sinisterly smart smile again and she rested her chin on her hands. “I’m so glad you asked,” she said. “I was thinking we could all go out - like go bowling or something - and the rest of us could meet Caliban while you spend some quality time with Harvey.”

You bit your lip as you thought about it. It wasn’t a bad plan, but you didn’t like the idea of Caliban talking to your friends when you couldn’t step in to fix whatever lie he messed up. And the idea of Harvey and Caliban getting in close contact again …

“We could go bowling,” you said eventually. Roz got excited and you got shushed again. “But you have to promise me you’ll be nice to him, okay? And Theo too.”

“Deal!” Roz scooped up all her stuff, forgetting her trig with you. “I’ll go talk to the others and give you the details later.”

“Thank you,” you said with a small smile as she ran off.

Maybe this would work out.

Maybe a group fake date was just what you needed.

---

“You want to go bowling?” Caliban asked as the two of you walked off the baseball field together.

After a day of avoiding him, you’d finally decided to track him down after practice, not accounting for how attractive he would look with messed up hair and some color in his face.

“I don’t want to - my friends want to,” you said. “They want to meet the guy that has me punching Colin Anderson in the mouth.” You shrugged when Caliban looked over at you with a very confused face.

“Who the fuck is Colin Anderson?” he asked. Deciding there were better things to argue about, he let out a breath and shook his head. “Alright, bowling sounds fun.”

You punched his arm playfully and said, “Liar.”

He gave you a lighthearted, self-assured smile and rolled his eyes. “Am I picking you up beforehand so we can go over whatever little details you’ve come up with for me to tell your friends?”

“Duh.” You sighed and stopped walking when the two of you reached the parking lot. “And, look, we have to talk about earlier. You can’t be like that with Harvey anymore, okay?”

“What was I like?” Caliban asked, looking amused by how seriously you were taking this charade.

“You know exactly what you’re like,” you said. “I know there’s that whole family thing that happened, but if you weren’t so antagonistic maybe things wouldn’t be so bad between you two. Why can’t you just be with him like you are with me?”

“Because Harvey’s not nearly as pretty as you,” Caliban said, lifting a hand to your cheek before you knocked it out of the way. He sighed and put his hand in his pocket. “Unfortunately, Harvey has made up his mind about not liking me. Nothing I do is going to change that.”

“Then let’s bet on it,” you said. “If being nice doesn’t work then I’ll … I don’t know, sit through one of your boring baseball games?”

Caliban laughed and rocked back on his heels. “If it doesn’t work, you have to come to one of my baseball games and cheer me on. Face paint, hand-drawn sign, the works. Deal?”

“No way.”

Caliban shrugged. “I wonder how Harvey would feel about me letting the air out of one of his tires ...”

“No!” You smacked his arm. “Fine. I’ll go to one of your boring games and pay attention, alright? Deal.”

Caliban smiled and took his hand out of his pocket to hold it out to you, waiting for you to shake it. “Deal.”

Rolling your eyes, you shook his hand. He cleverly maneuvered his hand around to interlace with yours and started walking across the parking and back to the school. His hand was warm and felt like it fit in yours, but it also left you feeling like you’d made a deal with the devil.

---

Despite your reservations, the group date was actually going well.

You only tried on two outfits beforehand and your parents weren’t there to ask questions when Caliban picked you up. The two of you went over all the details in the car about your relationship - Where was your first date? Did he know your favorite color? Did you know his favorite book? What was your song? - and he didn’t catch you staring at him this time. Plus, Caliban didn’t roll his eyes when you reminded him to be nice to Harvey tonight.

Harvey, on the other hand, made no such promises, and one of the first things he did when he saw Caliban was glare at him. The rest of your friends were a lot friendlier; introducing themselves with uncertain hugs and making jokes about finally meeting the guy that left Billy speechless for once.

And Caliban was quite the charmer, even with his whole bad boy thing going on. He flustered Theo and made Roz giggle - that’s right, giggle - and didn’t even argue when Sabrina suggested you bowl as teams. She was the only person who wasn’t affected by Caliban, but Sabrina wasn’t affected by much.

Theo banned playing as couples because he and Roz weren’t a couple anyway, so Roz quickly suggested possible teams. You and Harvey would be together (she cast a very un-subtle look at you when she said that part), Theo and Caliban could be on a team, and then she and Sabrina would tie it all together. When no one offered up a better roster, the lot of you went to get shoes and pick a lane.

Theo and Caliban made a surprisingly good team, with Theo excitedly bumping into Caliban every time one of them made a good throw and then full-on hugging him whenever one of them got a strike. It was cute, and you couldn’t fight those damn butterflies that flew around every time Caliban got along with one of your friends.

Sabrina and Roz were, unsurprisingly, more interested in talking to one another than trying very hard to win. It was nice to see they’d outgrown their competitiveness, but maybe that was just because they weren’t competing against each other.

And then there was you and Harvey. Like always, you were crushing it, but unlike always Harvey was so focused that you could basically see the steam coming out of his ears. He was determined to beat Caliban, even if it meant he had a rotten time while doing it.

“Alright,” you said, turning to Harvey after your turn and crossing your arms over your chest. “Are you gonna be frowning like that the whole time?”

“I’m not frowning,” Harvey said, mimicking your movements and crossing his arms defensively. “I’m just, you know, focused.”

“Focused,” you repeated and he nodded. “Okay, but just know that you’re the only one ‘focusing’ so hard.”

You walked back to the chairs and sat next to Caliban while Theo got his ball from the retrieval area. Pulling his arm around your shoulders, you leaned your head up to talk to him. To anyone else, this was a sweet moment - and maybe it still was - but it was also a very sneaky way to check on him without your friends suspecting anything.

“You’re doing great,” you said quietly. “I think Theo would be your real boyfriend if you asked nicely enough.”

Caliban laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I get the feeling that’s not all you came to say.”

“It’s not,” you said, shifting as Theo started yelling for Caliban to come bowl for his turn. “Just- miss this one, okay? Not totally because that would be suspicious but-”

“You want me to throw the game?” Caliban asked.

“Yeah, kinda,” you said awkwardly. “Do you mind?”

“A little, but I’ll do it,” Caliban said. He kissed the top of your head and untangled himself from you to get to his feet. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a game to win,” he said with a dramatic wink. “Enough fraternizing with the enemy for one night.”

“The enemy?” You laughed and repositioned yourself in your seat. “Huh, so that’s how it is?”

“Exactly,” Caliban said over his shoulder as he went to get his ball.

He knocked down the pins so it would be impossible to get them all down on the second try. If Theo did well, Caliban would make some slight mess up and vice versa. By the time they were done, you and Harvey had won by three points.

“Yes!” Harvey said under his breath after tallying up the scores. You pretended not to hear, but the two of you had a celebratory hug before getting back to the group. To your surprise, Harvey took a breath and held his hand to Caliban to shake. “Hey, good game, man.”

Caliban took his hand after a moment and smiled. “Thanks, you too.”

“Okay, that was fun and all,” Theo said, holding out his hands and gesturing vaguely to your bowling lane. “But can we get out of here now? I’m starved.”

Sabrina laughed and bumped Harvey’s arm. “What do you say? Winner buys us all something to eat?”

“Oh, no way,” Harvey said. “I’ll drive but you guys are buying us dinner. That’s how it works.”

“I think he may be right,” Caliban said with a dramatic sigh before smiling at the group. “What do you guys say we get out of here and treat them to a burger and some fries?”

“As long as you’re paying, you can treat them to anything you like,” Roz said with a laugh. “We’ll meet you guys there?”

You said you would and then followed them out to the parking lot, making jokes about how Harvey must have been practicing beforehand and Roz’s one amazing strike among the rest of her gutter throws. Your friends went one way and you and Caliban went the other, still holding hands even though no one was around to see it.

Squeezing his hand, you came to a stop on your side of the car and leaned against it to face him. “Hey, thanks for that,” you said. “You were really great with them.”

Caliban shrugged. “What are fake boyfriends for if not to impress your friends?”

You laughed and shook your head. “I’m being serious,” you said as you straightened up. “I know how much you hate losing.”

“I may have thrown the bowling game, but I think I won something else,” Caliban said. He looked at your mouth for a second before looking back up at your eyes.

“Oh really?” you asked.

“Definitely,” Caliban said with a smile. He took a deep breath and looked out at the road not too far in front. “We should probably leave before your friends get worried.”

“Probably,” you said. You took a step closer and lifted your hand to the side of his face before kissing his cheek softly. “Thanks, Abercrombie. It’s been a good night.”

“It has,” Caliban said quietly.

He didn’t push any more than that, letting go of your hand and opening your door for you. When the door closed as you got in the car, you took a deep breath. As happy as you felt when Caliban got in the car with an uncomplicated smile on his face, it also felt like you’d just been hit in the mouth like a pissed off teenager.

“Ready to go?” Caliban asked as he buckled up next to you.

This was still an undeniably bad decision, but it was your undeniably bad decision.

“Ready,” you said with an uncomplicated smile of your own.

Part 4

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imaginedcreaderinsert · 4 years

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Reader and her boyfriend get into an argument at the tower and he hits her? Dick is furious because he’s in love with her but the reader is just embarrassed?

Thanks for the request and I’m so sorry it took so long! But alas, here it is. I really wanted to write this one, as well as some other I have pending, but I just couldn’t find the words. I’m not 100% satisfied with this one (there’s no lemoney or anything unu), but I think I made my point across towards the important thing of this relationship. Don’t stay in one where physical abuse is condoned!

SUMMARY: As stated by ask, thought I think I took some liberties, Reader has been a Vigilante for some time in California, all on her own. The Titans arrive, and both join forces: Dick and Reader click specially well together, but to his demise, she is already in a relationship. A happy one? He cannot really say, specially when the red flags start to arise and a surprising discovery comes up.

WORD COUNT: 4780

TW: Swearing and past mentions of physical abuse in a relationship. It’s not hardcore, as always I try to make it somewhat vague, but I thought I should let my readers know. Oh, and warning, I THINK, Dick in this one is somewhat OOC. I think it might be due to my lack of sleep, but just beware.

Please don’t give it up — Dick Grayson x Reader

They all dealt with their own human affairs in the best fashion that they knew. The secret identities were given; it was something that no one was supposed to share unless absolutely necessary (which hadn’t been the case yet), and thus the exertion of powers was forbidden (unless, again, of absolute necessity). No one got into no one’s business, and as hard as it was becoming, Dick himself made that rule after having Kori meddled into his own private relationships. So now he couldn’t come between (Y/N) and his stupid human boyfriend, as much as he wanted to. It was stupid anyways – as much people liked him in, he was definitively not supposed to be there.

But he should start from the beginning. (Y/N) had joined the group a little after the Titans had settled themselves down on the Tower. She had already been a Vigilante in San Francisco; thus “they” were the ones entering her territory. She worked the city alone, and as such received the help without resentment or suspicions. After all, all she wanted to do was keep safe as much as anyone else. It was her home after all. As a lonely vigilante (Y/N) tended to go on her own, and maybe that’s why she had such a crazy magnetism to Dick. She never spoke too much of anything unless questioned, she was intelligent and clearly knew everything she talked about. In that sense she was a bit like Tim: definitely not the star or talker of the room, but the most intelligent by far. She had started to join forces with the Titans before her official joining months before their first crisis on the city: massive bombings, attacks on civilian areas. It was pure terror, specially in the famous Golden Gate Bridge (who would have said they would be JUST like those superheroes in movies?). That was, if Dick remembers correctly, the first time he saved (Y/N)’s boyfriend. Now he wishes he would have just let his car sunk in the bottom of the ocean.

The crisis had made them both coordinate; she had taken care of a certain area of the city all by herself (she had been backed up after with the help of the Titans, reluctantly he must said), while his group and some more had taken care of the other. They had been a good team, good leaders. (Y/N) accepted her place within them, as one more but always above everyone else. Dick and everyone else thought something would flourish between them that same night, when they got tipsy and drunk celebrating the latest addition: they had been a bit touchy, jabbing each other with witty jokes and comebacks, until… She had just excused herself, saying she had to go back to her own apartment. He perfectly remembers the conversation and the silence following it:

“You know the Tower is just your home as much as-“

“Yeah, no, absolutely. You’re the sweetest. Seriously, I just have to go check on somebody after the crazy day. And I should definitively feed my dog.”

“Oh yeah? I had one too back in Gotham. Well, half. Ace was never really mine.”

“Really? I’m sure he misses you. I would.” And yes, she must have been flirting; the rest of the Titans had given them space, moving towards the windows while they appeared to be exiting. Her small and hot hand had paused on his chest, maybe just trying to keep stable. “Byron is always like crazy when I get home. I really hope Daryl has taken him today to the vet, though. Ugh, who knows, he told me-“

“I’m assuming Byron is your dog and Daryl your br-?”

“Boyfriend, yeah. We’ve been now some time.”

At that point they had been at the elevator, she almost in and him in a “suave” manner leaning into the iron of the doors so that the conversation could go in a little bit more. But he almost stumbled into it as soon as she said that: and everyone else could, seeing as there was a bit of a silence and after some not-so-glamorous half-laughing half-choking sounds from Wally.

And that had been one of their last nights alone. At least for some time, seeing as Dick thought it would be just a momentary infatuation, a bit of a crush. Something temporary based solely on lust, seeing as he knew little to nothing on her. She was secretive still, quiet, as commandeering as she could be at times. She was an enigma that Dick liked to detangle and know more than he would admit to himself. It had taken months for him to finally acknowledge that what he felt was definitively something more meaningful that a simple crush or shallow sexual desire.

That’s when he knew he was fucked.

…

“Oh, no, no, he is currently working at the San Francisco Chronicle. Yeah, he’s a photographer. Would you mind if maybe we… Posed sometime for him? Or gave him something exclusive? I mean, I would do it myself but he knows me too well. He would know it’s me.” Dick, Wally and her had been sparring for a bit. More concretely, she and Wally had been. He was correcting both of them from aside, seeing as it had become increasingly difficult to talk without actually falling for her. Wally honestly felt bad for him.

“What do you mean? Haven’t you-? Does he know?”. Wally was probably the only one with a stable healthy relationship. Linda knew. They were perfect. Everyone knew they would get married, and that’s why Dick had backed off, thinking that was the case for (Y/N) and the nameless perfect boyfriend he had pictures in his own mind.

“No! No, fuck, no. Daryl is… Difficult, to say the least. He thinks I’m working at some crappy editorial. He’s a bit protective. And a bit of an asshole.” It sounds slightly bitter, added in the last second, improvised. Like she didn’t mean to say it. Her eyes cross his, and she quickly averts it, going back to Wally’s. “We’ve been together for years, but it’s not the type of thing I would tell him”

“Yes, I know. It’s the type of thing you tell to a stupid bunch of teenage kids with delirious dreams of sweet greatness and-OUCH. That hurts!”

“Keep your head on the game, West.”

He gains hope. That small breach he has caught you on, after some months half-ignoring you half putting distance between you both, he thinks he may be able to fill. He can be the glue. He will try, as douchey as it can sound.

…

“You are insufferable, Dick Grayson!”. She shouts, as they enter the kitchen. She is using a small towel to take off the sweat from her forehead. Wally had been more of a tutorial in comparison with Dick’s force. He had full on challenged her. “So smug, fuck… And now I have to go back home like this. I hate you.”

“Can’t help it. You like to be riled up”. He is bold. Wally chokes on his water, and quickly excuses himself, probably knowing which way he was trying to take things to. And he definitively was not good at hiding emotions.

“Oh, come on, like you don’t like to be defied and challenged. You have a huge masochistic streak, Grayson”.

YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW, he screams inside his own head, smiling just a bit, in that way that makes her roll her eyes off. Even if she claims some kind of rush when saying she has to go, he can see she doesn’t want to. Her arms rest on the kitchen counter, cool marble that has her face in pure bliss, and her legs, he imagines, are jelly. She should just-

“Why don’t you take a shower at the Tower stay? Or… At the very least I can call you a taxi.”

“I don’t have clothes here, and it’s fine. I’m not spending much time at home anyways; I think it will be good…” There’s a small silence, where he thinks he might have fucked it up. Did it sound too forward? Could he ask how things were with the famous boyfriend? No, that was probably too petty, too jealous-“… But I won’t say no to the taxi. Just today, though.”

“Sure. Let me call it up.”

…

That brings the problems.

“I’m sorry, I will be back in a second. It’s urgent.” They were in the middle of a debriefing. Patrols for the week, which she takes more seriously than anyone – but the mobile had started vibrating like crazy, even she had it on silence. Apparently, that one contact was special and overruled every control and silent tone. Dick could only imagine who it was. “Just continue.”

She takes it up, and her voice changes immediately: sweet, cheerful, giggly. Even as he continues talking, Dick can hear her feet on their way to the lounge, as far as possible. Is it that private? He can’t get distracted as he is giving out missions, but her tone makes all of them stop, stare at the door where (Y/N) is elevating her voice. Dick shushes the Titans up like a bunch of kids with the latest gossip and orders them to stay, as he gets out of the room towards her.

“No! What the fuck is your problem, D.?”. Ouch. She had been using the same name with him in their latest sparring session. That fucking hurts. “No! Of course I’m not, how-! No, oh my God, if I have to repeat myself one more time, Daryl! I’m not cheating on you!”

There’s a deafening silence, a small dance of victory in his own head. He knows he should be taking it more seriously (they might break up and he knows she loves him), but he can’t help but take this small point from Daryl’s ghostly presence whenever they talk and he gets brought up.

“A friend, Daryl. He got me the taxi because I was tired, I had been at the gym, I told you! Fuck, you never listen to me. And after that I even had to take Byron out, even when you promised-“. She gets cut off, again. It’s annoying really, and she sighs, loudly and exasperatedly. “Listen, if you are just going to shout like a fucking caveman be my guest, but I’m not listening to anymore of this bullshit”.

“(Y/N)!”. He shouts so loud from the phone he can even hear it. Then she hangs up and lets herself drop on the sofas. She looks tired; his smug and hopeful detective abilities tell him, shout him, it’s because this is not the first time you’ve had that conversation, at that level of heat or shouts. Has his name been brought up at any point? He feels really like a small kid, wishing for little and petty things like that towards her.

“Eavesdropping is not very nice, Grayson. Care to come in or are you going to make me stand up?”. She asks, sarcastic as ever and inviting him to sit in the place next to her, patting the velvet slowly of the furniture. “Just come in. And don’t say anything. Just hug me.”

He complies.

…

They have been flirting a bit more this time. (Y/N) is not sleeping there anymore, and from what Dick knows, they talk everyday for a couple of minutes, in an almost muttering tone, sometimes with too many silences and too many breaks on both behalves He wishes he could feel bad for her, she is suffering a bit after all, but every time they laugh together and she punches his arm, jokingly, he thinks he makes her forget about it.

Until that happens.

It’s a shooting in one of the top-rated working areas of San Francisco, where a lot of offices are conglomerated together. It is a panic. The fact that they have to deal with human weapons, rather than with some random and new alien race, makes it easier to control, but nonetheless it’s hard to see the blood, get in the midst of the terrorists. Especially when they get into the Chronicle’s tower where (Y/N)’s boyfriend is working at that same morning. None of them had truly made bonds with the city or its inhabitants, but she has been raised there. It’s her home. Without thinking, not too much, she gets midst of the flames, with all the smoke and possibility of collapse when Daryl tells her that he is still inside, trapped with some colleagues. There’s no time to do anything other than follow her; Wally helps, but he is the only one save (Y/N) and Dick to enter the building, save the civilians left inside and… Fuck, her boyfriend who immediately recognizes her. It was not too difficult, to be honest, especially when they know each other so well and with half a mask broken (bullets, fire, desperate attempts to get there as fast as possible).

It’s a week after that and no one knows a thing about them. (Y/N) has completely disappeared from the tower, and save the occasional “I’m okay” texts he sends to Dick, just so that he can sleep, no one knows what’s going on… Until she appears in front of the doors of the Tower with him by her side. It sickens Dick to the pit of his stomach.

…

They are mostly staying there. He goes back for Byron, for work, for meeting some friends, but he waltzes around the Tower like he is one of them, when he isn’t. When he voices his concerns, he is met with protests and mumbles of him being too grumpy, too attached to the rules. He is not! But it is supposed to be top secrecy, and there they have a civilian who is… Too touchy for his own like. For anyone’s, really. Dick is not comfortable at his own home and that (Y/N) starts to notice. They still spar, talk until late, but it weird to have Daryl always gazing directly at him: he is sure, he knows. But he never says a thing, and thus it is… Okay. Until it stops being and the red flags appear. The incredible rage within Dick Grayson wakens.

“You are just so controlling! All the time!”. She shouts. There’s no one else at that hour in the tower. It’s way too early, and his early-birds are already on patrol outside. “You don’t-can’t control me! Okay?! This was MY thing even before you knew about it! Nothing has ever happened to me, fuck, and if it were to happen-“

“You are a woman, (Y/N). Biology-“

“Oh my God. If you are going there Daryl Lane-“

“But it is true! It’s just-!”

“No, shut up or I’m going to punch you, I swear on everything!”

Things are silent after that, but there’s an obvious tension on the room until he decides to leave, in a rush. Dick hides in the shadows, at a corner, hoping he won’t see in time, but he is too blinded by rage. He turns around, hoping maybe she will come to him. But he doesn’t know (Y/N) at all. She won’t come, specially not on a subject like that. And as he expects, he gets alone on the elevator before disappearing from their sight. He is tempted to go by her side, but she needs space. And more than anything, he doesn’t want to get accused of being a stalker.

…

Daryl stops coming. Fall passes, and winter comes in: thus the appropriate parties, alcohol, and inevitable encounters are to happen. Their final one is the night before Christmas Eve. They are celebrating, as usual, some white Christmas with a wave crime that has almost disappeared from California. They can actually take time for themselves, and (Y/N) and him are closer than ever; they talk until very late, then sometimes take it to one of their bedrooms, a midnight improvised snack, or sometimes marathons of stupid black and white movies (which she loves, adores. She is going to love her gift, he knows). Everyone knows they are crushing on each other hard; one would think that her boyfriend would be still an obstacle, but they are not talking anymore. She went to see him once, and that has been it since; after, she has just perfectly fitted into the Titans, like a second family. And of course, she has brought Byron with her… Who is the first that knows someone has entered the Tower.

“B.?” She asks, confused as the dog runs from the table where they are all clinking their glasses. Dick doesn’t notice, hasn’t been paying attention to security these days, and that might have been his fault. It wasn’t supposed to happen. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

The tone makes everyone turn around – and there he is, Daryl in the flesh, slightly drunk and freezing, it appears. He looks embarrassed, but confident at the same time. It’s strange. She gets up, in all her elegance, and grips Dick’s shoulder before going to him. She mutters, almost only to him: “Don’t come”. The rest will understand, but he knows she considers him the closest one. The only one who could actually come and intervene, if he wanted to. They are close friends, after all.

“I’ll be back in a sec. Stay here”. He says, after a couple of seconds, getting up and coming onto them, the closest room where they have entered to talk in private. The door is slightly opened.

What he sees shocks him. From his position, she is giving Dick her back, thus letting him see the tense and anxious lines of her shoulders and neck: almost scared, fearing the encounter. Her legs are in a battling position, even when he is not doing anything, just talking-

“I’m sorry, you have to believe it. I didn’t mean to-I would never-you know I’m not the type. I didn’t mean to shut you. Slap you.”

Out of everything, he did not expect that. If anything, he sounds honest, but his own blood is boiling and there’s nothing that can stop that for the moment. It is her business to deal with… But still, they had grown closer, she could have told him.

“I don’t know what the fuck you are doing here, but you should go. You have no right over me, over anyone, woman or man, to put your hand on them like that. You are a piece of trash, Daryl.”

“I know, I-“

“No, you are scum, I-I don’t really know what you expected. That you would come here, sit with us for dinner and after-what? Go home, have sex and everything okay?”

“(Y/N), I-“

“No, fuck off! I have been hiding so much for your sake, so that you wouldn’t feel like less! I feared your reaction about my other life a lot, Daryl. I felt s bad because I know how much you hated lies, how you felt about it, and I loved you. I loved you so much, but you are just a piece of shit, trying to put me in your small traditional box! I am not going to do your dishes, clothes or work! I am not your sweet little girl for you to care and patronize-“

“What, so you are his?! You are such a hypocrite, (Y/N).And the worst kind, a bitch. You are for his use alone or what? You never let yourself be pampered like that, treat like his own little princess-“

“Who are you talking about?!”

“Your friend Nightwing! Fuck you, you have been having these little chats, secret meetings… Have you fucked him? Have you sucked his cock while I was here, waiting for you on bed and cheering you on?”

“You are piece of scum, Daryl! I have not been rejecting you these last months because of him. Yes, I do like him, but I would not go behind your back like you did! Fuck you!”

“You are such a-“. His arm moves. His hand gets higher. He knows he has to act quick, and thus opens quickly the door, shoving her behind him, directly going against him to push him brutally into the wall against his back. It cracks behind them, pictures hanging on that same wall falling to the floor. The commotion makes everyone move, to their room, worried to what might be happening. “Fuck!”

She gets in the middle, Dick already up and prepared to get into a fight at any moment, while the other is still confused on the ground. He can feel his own raged breaths: fury, instinct taking over rationality. He is destroyed on the floor but he still wants to annihilate him. How dare he, how would he-?

“Dick, Dick. Hey, look at me. Richard!”. He looks at her, smaller in frame, tugging at his chest in the opposite direction of the room. She is trying to separate them. “Just go, please, don’t do anything else. Shut up, please, go and-“

She seems to be close to crying, desperate in her voice and trying to get him out, as she is making him go through the door. Her eyes won’t even reach his, and he is now desperately trying to make contact, even as she shoves him out the door, with a whimper and finally closing the studio off. He is just as confused as the rest of them, but he won’t talk.

…

“Can I come in?”. Dick looks surprised. Did he not hear her? She had been looming around her own room for some hours now, everyone in their respective rooms after the night had been fucked up like that. No one felt like partying or drinking anymore. Still, his door had been opened, explicitly for her. He nods, and she finally comes in, closing the door behind them. “Okay, I’m going to talk, and I really don’t expect you to understand but… Okay.”

>> Daryl and I had a very complicated relationships for some years. His family is fucked up and he had substance abuse problems in the past. I’m not excusing him, Dick, don’t roll your eyes. I just want you to understand where he comes from, why he is the way he is. He is not a bad person. No one is… But he thinks like that. He has to be the very best man, the most masculine out of everyone and always the best. It is his problem, but I tried to make it mine and help him. It did not work and it only put me in a difficult position, you know: always trying to be less so that he could be more. That’s partly why I never shared my secret identity with him. And why Cali’s own Vigilante was born. I needed something like this for myself. I was drowning, otherwise… And then you appeared.

She laughs in pure incredulity; her hands gets buried in her own hair, as she brushes it off and goes to his bed, where he has been laying waiting for her. She sits down, her hand resting on his leg.

“Okay, “you” as in “The Titans” appeared. That saved my ass because… Well, California is enormous. I could definitively NOT cover it all, so you all appearing was a miracle, honestly… But you appeared, Dick. You, as in Nightwing, as in Richard Grayson and the rawest “you” possible.” She looks at the door, almost embarrassingly, laughing a bit to herself. “I had such a big crush a couple of years ago I almost didn’t believe that you were right in front of me. Or that we got on so well, apparently… I kinda wished I didn’t have to go back home a lot of times, and… That’s because I felt something for you. And that was dangerous, because I had a boyfriend but-but things didn’t click with Daryl the way they dd with you, D. Really, truly. It is such a big cliché, but you made me feel seen, heard. You made me feel special, and I got hooked onto the feeling but-but I’m not like that. And I still had a boyfriend. Fuck, hell, I thought I was only lusting for you, but then-then months came by and it was still the same. And then we talked night after night, we cuddled under blankets, we took care of each other and… And things started going bad at home. He knew I was not in love with him anymore, and who could blame him? And while I didn’t want to act on my feelings with you, he did. Physically.”

She sighs, like it’s taking a bit out of her. She frowns, looking at her own thigs as she gets both legs on the bed. Dick has the urge to embrace her.

“The second time you offered me a bed here I wanted to take it in so badly, Dick. I swear to God I didn’t want to back there. No one had ever hit me, and-“. She chokes. She is… Strangely embarrassed, panicked. She won’t look at him, making herself small in the bed, vulnerable. “I didn’t know what to do. I still loved him; not like before, but wanted to stay true to him, be loyal, and he hit me. He said sorry after, he had been too drunk, but I knew he wanted to. And I just didn’t know how I could stay there after that, but still I-he promised things would get better, and I believed him, Dick. And then they didn’t.”

She confesses she trusted things to get better because they normally did. She had been hit before, but she couldn’t tell anyone; she was alone, isolated from her family. And the Titans, they would mock her! Obviously not to her own face, but someone like her being slapped by her very normal and human boyfriend?! The laughing stock. She felt embarrassed by it, not being able to stop him, the red mark on her cheek, shameful and making her weak, less.

He felt enraged. Not at her, of course not: at Daryl for making her feel powerless like that, stupid and less of the incredible woman she was because she was being hit. No one should feel embarrassed by it, much less be silenced for it. Dick embraces her, piecing the rest together all by himself. Things had started to go well, but the taxi had made him feel insecure, and thus they had exploited at each other not much later, resulting in a second slap in a short period of time which made her put distance between them. Intelligent. But then he had come and-

“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have felt like that all by yourself… But I understand. It was your own struggle to deal with, and you didn’t want anyone else to know, but… There’s people here that love you, (Y/N). I love you, for starters.” He blurts it out naturally, taking both by surprise. He gets red, closing his eyes and trying to keep his cool. “I meant-What I mean is that I feel something strong, or rather strong for you. Since the start. Or something like that, fuck-I’m sorry, I didn’t want to come off so strong, but… But fuck yes, I-I do love you.”

She climbs him. Slowly, almost torturing him in the silence of the room, sheets rustling as he moves his back up to straighten it. He is nervous, maybe as much as she is.

They kiss. Lips trembling, fear still in he system, an intense desire to care for the other in his. It’s a long but caring kiss as he opens slightly his mouth and she enters his cavity, her tongue conquering space and his hands going for her hips, stabilizing them. He has been dreaming with that for at least three months.

“Be my girlfriend.” And she can’t help but nod, as she kisses him up again. And again. And again, until they both are a mess of juvenile panting and squirming under the sheets.

“Get properly into bed, I want to cuddle you.” She says, turning off the lights and getting closer to his face, climbing him up until her face can be buried in his neck. He kisses her forehead, heart beating fast but tranquil, at the same time. They have time, she loves him, and the only thing he wants now is to protect her between his arms.

And she couldn’t feel any more secure, as she gets into bed and closes her eyes near his neck, protected and cuddled up by his strong arms on her waist.

#nightwing #nightwing x reader #reader insert #dcu x reader #dcu #titans x reader #titans #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #request #answered ask

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NXT Takeover: Stand and Deliver Day 1 - Review

It is Wrestlemania Week, and every company wants their shot

but alas, I can only do so much, so we’re gonna be sticking with Mania and Stand & Deliver for now. I do also have some other WWE post-mania stuff planned which I’ll also do for AEW Double or Nothing in May

but in spite of Dynamite still doing a decent ‘not gonna try to top it’ show, the night belongs to NXT so let’s get into it

Spoilers for Stand & Deliver Day 1, you have been warned

Pre Show I had to add this in because Sam Roberts really laid in thick the bravado, NXT is great but chill man. Seeing Io and Raquel enter the building was a good touch though. The Samoa Joe interviews were good too but damn I miss this man in the ring, it kinda threw me how well-spoken WALTER is, he’s kinda giving me the same vibe as Daniel Bruhl’s Zemo currently is in Falcon & The Winter Soldier, also interviewing Io proves that if the company’s hot on you promo game isn’t necessary to be a great champion, also Io has put Rey over more than the main roster has in the last 3 years. The shoehorned Prince Harry comment was not needed that’s not gonna get a pop but mercifully we moved on to other interviews, LA Knight still does a great promo and hearing that Mickie James will be on commentary for the pre-show match was interesting.

Zoey Stark def. Toni Storm (Pinfall via Inside Cradle) Zoey Stark has been making quite some noise since her NXT Debut, similar to Utami Hayashishita’s start in Stardom and Leyla Hirsch in AEW it was mainly revolving around Zoey getting over even in defeat to big names. She started fairly even with Toni Storm with some solid chain wrestling, Toni was able to keep Stark grounded with submissions, which worked well for Zoey to feed off the babyface comeback, landing a big superplex. A flurry of an exploder and running knee hit two but then Toni came back with an electric chair facebuster, Toni tried Storm Zero but failed, so went for the Germans, tried the Storm Zero again but Stark counters it into a cradle for 3. It was a decent pre-show match, Stark gets a rub from winning but I get the feeling the rub should be bigger, Toni Storm is still good but her stock has dropped since her heel turn designed merely to lose to Io, the match finished a bit abruptly too.

Main Card Nita Strauss then guitars the anthem, ‘Merica and stuff on a PPV themed around Pirate and Highwayman motifs, as well as an Adam Ant song. The Skull is awesome though.

Pete Dunne def. KUSHIDA (Pinfall via Bitter End) Technical masterclass would of course be an understatement for this match. A minute in it was quickfire joint manipulation and reversals. Dunne took the early advantage after catching KUSHIDA and landing an X-Plex onto the apron, the injured arm didn’t slow KUSHIDA too much who did the handspring elbow and the Muta pele kick on the ramp. Dunne tried for the Kimura and the Bitter End but KUSHIDA escaped twice over, the latter catching a Back to the Future (small package driver). Dunne resumed control though in handling the arm, it might just be me but the audio was cutting out at this point. Cross Armbreakers traded and escaped as the arm began to slowly come into play, but KUSHIDA started handling Dunne’s arm too, a Top Turnbuckle Hoverboard Lock Spanish Fly also led to an armbreaker escaped by the ropes, another Hoverboard lock almost led to a pin. Dunne manipulates the digits of the other hand, which hurts KUSHIDA’s punch attempt, stomps on both hands twice over and then a Bitter End finishes the night.

That did not feel like 10 minutes, it was a great and well-paced match, wish it went longer. I anticipated that Dunne would win but one has to worry for KUSHIDA, even on his best WWE run he’s not able to win a feud, he didn’t leave NJPW for that.

Bronson Reed wins the Eliminator Gauntlet (Pinfall via Tsunami Splash on Isaiah ‘Swerve’ Scott) At first I thought Leon Ruff had botched his entrance until Swerve showed up, looking far different to the Killshot of Lucha Underground. Before the bell rang Ruff got hit into the barricade a lot and then an ad!? Dude, come on, the bell rings and they’re outside the ring again... Of course, it’s hard to start a pace for a Gauntlet, Ruff hit a lovely twisting Cutter as commentary ignored how his NA Title win was mainly a segue in the Gargano/Priest feud, a super frankensteiner was the big move before the next man came in: Bronson Reed. Ruff’s dive is caught and thrown back in the ring, Swerve planted with a combo suplex/crossbody before Ruff foolishly tried to attack Reed again, getting sat on a few times before Reed german’d Ruff and Swerve at the same time. Grimes came in next, delaying his entrance to distract Reed and land a moonsault, he bribes Swerve for a partnership which works for a decent while, Ruff got a big ouch suplex on the turnbuckle pads after some very slippery escapes. The arrival of Dexter Lumis involved super creepy eyes inside the Skull model but we missed most of Swerve finishing off Ruff. Lumis cleaned house until Reed recovered from the ramp DDT, Lumis even lifting Reed on the second time of asking before another big ouch ring-out with Grimes. LA Knight was last, his diss promos not as good as his earlier promo as Reed cut him off short and cleaned up house himself. Knight does get a good spur including a quickfire superplex but pauses when Lumis shows up, Grimes’ cheap shot misses and the Silence is locked in, but Knight rolls him for 3. Bit deflating that really, Lumis was the only one with story against Gargano and he kinda got chump pinned because he didn’t wanna release his finisher. Knight fell quickly after though, Grimes and Reed teaming up to end him, Lumis then locking the Silence onto him - probably setting up a feud there.

The final three ended all chance of alliances, Reed comically flattening both men when after a delayed fall from a superkick. Grimes and Swerve both try a handful of tights to pin each other, but Swerve’s one pays off. Swerve also powerslams Reed onto the apron and then hits a 450 for 2, two House Calls don’t drop Reed, a third gets 2, but a slap wakes Reed up. Powerbomb, Beach Break (idk the technical name) and Tsunami Splash for 3.

Liked the match, Reed is a worthy winner but I just wish they dealt with Lumis and Grimes better, Gargano came out the ramp to stare down his opponent and we moved on to the next.

NXT UK Championship: WALTER (c) def. Tomasso Ciampa (Pinfall via Knife Edged Chop) Reminder that the UK title is WWE’s best looking active belt because good god it’s glorious.Ciampa stayed on the turnbuckle to stare down WALTER, completely unafraid of the mountain he faces. They lock up but WALTER uses his muscle, looking for those monster chops, one on the turnbuckle preludes a messy drop for Ciampa, Walter’s hand is injured though by the chop of the announce table gimmick breaking, Ciampa works on it but the champion’s big boot earns a reprieve, his submission attempts are futile with the injured hand though so he applies his power and weight to keep on top. A flurry of lariats finally chops WALTER down for an Air Raid Crash, but it’s only for a 2. WALTER northern lights reversal’s a Fairytale Ending for 2 but could not escape the second, still a 2 count though. WALTER’s submission attempts neutralized by the fingers again as Ciampa continues to lay into WALTER’s hands and head, an Avalanche Air Raid Crash then hits for 2 as well, Ciampa at a loss for what he can do, opting to throw his own blistering chops, WALTER gets nasty with a neck twist and two powerbombs but it’s 2 again, Sleeper Exploder and one massive chop gets the 3.

I had heard great things from this match, and it was very well done narratively and physically, but a chop as the finish? Dunno, Ciampa had already taken chops, 2 powerbombs in succession and yet what ends it is a chop from an injured hand? Feel like it could’ve ended more emphatically.

No Thatcher present either, instead we get a Franky Monet (Taya Valkyrie) promo and a Reed/Gargano backstage argument.

NXT Tag Championship: MSK def. Grizzled Young Veterans & Legando del Fantasma (Pinfall by Wes Lee on Zack Gibson via combo Spinebuster/Spinning Blockbuster) Another ad break during LDF’s entrance was disrespectful, the mask was awesome though. Gibson likely not in the best of moods with Liverpool’s 3-1 defeat to Real Madrid in the Champion’s League first leg but he still flies the colors. LDF control the match at the start with tag offence, Gibson going for MSK off the bat until LDF get in the way. Drake and Carter get some time in the ring but Lee remains on the apron awaiting the hot tag, after a dive LDF comes back to do a dual dive themselves, double Coast to Coast on Carter is broken by Gibson who gets dumped out by the duo and another commercial break (wtf come on!). LDF were getting some great combo moves and rotating in quick tags as Carter continues to be the feeder, Drake almost catches Wilde with a roll up though and Lee gets another hot tag, first clear the ring, then out the ring to Gibson, then to LDF, somersault Pele Kick, combo move for 2. Gibson and Drake almost catch Carter with a Doomsday Device on the outside but Lee nails Drake with a knee, GYV neutralize Lee by hurting the hand as well, Carter holding Lee’s hand to prevent a tap as LDF come back in. They clear the ring, hit the combo move but it’s 2! GYV and MSK take out LDF leaving the two left to fight, a double cutter by Carter takes Drake out of the ring, leading to MSK finishing Gibson with a twisted blockbuster/spinebuster combo. Very much earned for the new champions, exciting match, LDF got a lot of shine too I hope they win the titles later down the line.

NXT Women’s Championship: Raquel Gonzalez def. Io Shirai (c) (pinfall via One-Arm Powerbomb TITLE CHANGE) If Raquel Gonzalez doesn’t win rookie of the year for 2021 it’ll be a travesty, her current run has been built amazingly. Before we started though we see Steph in the crowd with Sarray (Sendai Girls and SEADLINNG’s Sareee). The tunnel cam of the two competitors and the names on the LEDs sold the huge Main Event feel of this match. Side note though, while NXT does tout the most stacked Women’s Division out of the major wrestling companies they shouldn’t peacock themselves, most of their talent are ready made acquisitions with a few like Ripley, Belair and Gonzalez who gritted to the top, just because your division is stacked doesn’t mean that there aren’t cracks, and let’s not forget that ROH barely has a women’s division and NJPW doesn’t have a division at all, if we’re comparing the actual competition Stardom still gives WWE a run for their money having made their stars in Natsupoi, Guilia, Utami, Konami, AZM, Tam Nakano and others.

The match kicks off with a flurry, picking up where they left off last NXT of Gonzalez just boomeranging Io with her size and strength and Io flying back with vigor and athleticism. The champion takes control with a dive out the ring but Dakota rakes her eyes, leading to Dakota being kicked out of ringside immediately. Io hits the apron moonsault but Gonzalez lawn darts her into the ring post, a lovely Dominator-esque move with extra flip brings the advantage fully in the hands of the challenger. Io uses her flexibility to frustrate Raquel and hits a picture perfect hurricanrana, misses the 619 but arm drags into another 619, Yoshi Tonic for 2, tries for the Moonsault but Raquel sets up the One Arm Powerbomb, Io wriggles it into a crossface which is ended by a rope break, Moonsault on the ramp and then a running meteora leads to Io doing the ‘jump off the NXT arena prop), after slowly rolling Raquel into the ring it’s the Moonsault, but it only gets 2! Raquel flattens Io with the One Arm Powerbomb outside of the ring, rolls Io in with some trash talk, Shotei is responded with a Lariat, One Arm Powerbomb and that’s 3!

That was a solid main event, recurring problem though: it was too short! That match went under 15 minutes and while it was jam packed with high spots and power moves we could’ve had more time with Raquel’s crowning moment. I feel like Io could’ve resisted more offence seeing as her Skull crossbody and Moonsault should even out Raquel’s two One Arm Powerbombs. Also they overdid the smoke on her celebration we could barely see her. That being said, this was definitely a worthy usurper to Shirai, Gonzalez at the top of the division will be an interesting new landscape after a year of Shirai as champion. She’s had a good run, I do wish it didn’t involve the Charlotte skulfuckery at the start but she has done well to keep on top of the division during the COVID era and she’s done a good job in making sure the next champion is over.

Conclusion Good wrestling is all you need, and NXT Stand and Deliver stood and delivered strongly on Night 1, there is of course room to top it but that may be the intention. Do wish that some matches went longer but I’m not mad at all with who won, so once more a job well done as NXT end their Wednesday Night Campaign on a high.

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Request: Tumblr eat the request… But I remember that is was about that you are Hongbin’s little sister and then Hyuk likes you but he doesn’t know how to react to you because of that. Genre: Fluff, Humor Writer: Sabsab Authors note: I hope you like it! Also really sorry for the wait!! But I got some good news Robo Ro and I want to pick up writing for Fanvixxion again!!

“Hyukkie~! Can you finally put your phone away. We need to practice for our comeback!” Hakyeon said annoyed.

“Just one moment. I need to say goodbye.” Sanghyuk said. He said goodbye to the person he was texting with and then put his phone away

He took his place and soon the music blasted through the dancehall. They all practiced really hard, going thirty times through the dance before they would have a lunch break.

The six members sat down in a circle on the ground, the food placed in the middle once their lunch break was finally there.

“Finally food!” Jaehwan said happily and took one of the boxes with food

The guys all began to eat, talking about their progress and how excited they are to meet Starlight through performances.

“Guys, I was wondering if I could invite (Y/N)? I haven’t seen her for a long time and she said she really wants to visit. So is it okay I invite her for dinner and our movie night at the dorm?” Hongbin asked “Of course she can come! It will be fun!” Hakyeon said and smiled. “Thanks, it means a lot.”

After lunch they continued with their practice and soon it was time to go back to the dorm. They arrived at the apartment building and rushed to the elevator. When they arrived at the right floor, you were there already waiting.

“(Y/N), you’re here!“ you heard a familiar voice call you out. “Oppa!” You said and ran to your older brother, jumping in his arms. “I missed you so much.” “I missed you too.” he said and hugged you. “Did you wait long?” “Not at all I just got here two minutes ago.” “(Y/N), it’s good to see you. How are you?” Hakyeon said as he and the others walked over to you and your brother “It’s good to see you too. I’m fine! How are you? Are you taking enough rest?” you asked when Hongbin put you back on you feet on the ground “We are all taking enough rest.” Hakyeon answered. “We should get in.”

You all walk into the dorm, putting your shoes off and walked into the livingroom. You took a seat on the couch next to Hongbin as the two of you began to talk. Sanghyuk took his seat in front of you on the ground, and began to poke your leg, trying to get your attention. You let out a small laugh as he didn’t stoped and playfully kicked his hand away.

“Can you stop. I’m trying to talk to Hongbin-oppa.” You told him with a friendly smile on your face. “Sorry.” Sanghyuk said softly and looked away when he noticed Hongbin looked at him with a frown

Time past and dinner was ready. You all sat down at the small table in the middle of the living room. You sat between Hongbin and Jaehwan. Taekwoon and Hakyeon sat in front of you at the other side of the table, Wonsik sat at the right of the table and Sanghyuk sat at the left side of the table. On the small table was a big pan with noodles, which was made by Taekwoon.

You wanted to start eating when you just realised that you were wearing your brand new white Diesel cardigan. You unzipped it and took it off, relieving your see-through shirt and a short top under it that covered up your chest. You picked up your chopsticks and began to eat in peace until Hakyeon cleared his throat. You looked up at him with a questioned look before you went back to eat. When you continued to eat, you hadn’t realised that Hakyeon was giving signs at Hongbin towards you. Hongbin looked next to him and saw the way you were dressed. He looked at his fellow members, catching Sanghyuk who was staring at your upper part of your body . Hongbin poked Sanghyuk in his side with his chopsticks before he stood up and walked to his room. Some minutes passed before he walked back into the living room, holding a tick grey oversized sweater. He let it fall on your lap.

“What’s this?” you asked and looked at him confused “That is a sweater.” he answered “I know that, but what am I supposed to do with that.” “You have to put it on.” “Why?” “You’re shirt is see-through.” “So?” “You can’t just wear that!” “Well I think it looks great on her.” Sanghyuk interrupted your argument with your brother.

You looked at him with a shy expression and a small blush while Hongbin gave him a judging look.

“You’re sitting at a table with six men, some of them might stare at your chest.” “But oppa, I’m too small to wear that!” you whined “I don’t care, just put it on.” “Okay fine.” you said and pulled the sweater and pouted at hongbin

The sweater was too large and the sleeves were so long that it got dirty while eating. After dinner you pulled off the sweater and just walked around in your see-through shirt. It was just too hot in the dorm to keep wearing that sweater. You know Hongbin was right about his fellow members staring at you, you had caught a few of them doing so, Sanghyuk couldn’t keep his eyes of you and Hakyeon was clearing his throat every time you walked past him. It did made you feel embarrassed and shy, so in the end all this attention made you put on your cardigan.

Some more minutes passed by and you couldn’t take the heat anymore. You stood up from the couch and walked to the balcony for some fresh air. You opened the door and stepped outside. You already felt better now the fresh and cool air was cooling you down. You leaned over the railing, enjoying the view of Seoul.

“Hi.” Sanghyuk greeted you “Oh… hey.” You said when you turned around to face Sanghyuk “Are you okay?” “Yeah… I’m fine… I guess. It’s just so warm inside the dorm.” “Ah… I see…” Sanghyuk said and paused for a bit. “You’re not here because of your brother and N-hyung are nagging about your shirt, is it?” “I guess a little.” “I don’t know if it will make you feel better, but I like your shirt. You got a nice figure and have quite some confidence to wear something showy like that. You actually look pretty hot wearing a see-through shirt.” he said with a sheepish smile on his face. “Thank you… I guess…” You said as you turned back to face the view of Seoul, hoping he didn’t notice your small blush that appeared on your face.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable by saying things like that…” Sanghyuk said as he walked closer to the railing and leaned on it with his arms. “For some reason I don’t really have a filter when it comes to talking to you. I don’t even know how I should behave around you. I’m sorry if I ever bothered you by my actions.” “You don’t really make me feel that uncomfortable…” You paused for a few seconds. “Just some times you do… but that’s okay, I’m not bothered by it…” “You mean it?” Sanghyuk asked

You hummed in reply. You never minded his company and texting. Actually you even wanted to talk to him all the time and developed a crush on him. However you never really knew if he likes you back or not since the vibe around Sanghyuk towards you always seemed just friendly.

“You know I love my brother a lot, but sometimes it’s just too much. He threat me like a little girl who needs to be protected all the time while I’m just a few years younger than him… it drives me nuts and it’s like I can’t do anything on my own… it’s like I even have to ask him permission to date you.” you quickly put your hands in front of your mouth when you realised you just confessed you want to date him.

Sanghyuk blankly stared at you for a few seconds before a smirk appeared on his face. You felt your face heat up even more.

“Did I hear you correctly? To date me?” he asked. “I…” you didn’t knew an excuse to cover it up so you just decided to tell the truth. “You heard it correctly…” “I would like to date you too. I just never knew how to tell you my feelings… since Hongbin-hyung is your brother and seemed pretty protective making me feel he wouldn’t even accept it that I want you to be mine…” he said with a serious face. However a few seconds later his smirk appeared once again as he said. “But now you have confessed to me on the most romantic wa-ouch.” you interrupted him as you hit him playfully on his arm. “Shut up.” “Make me.”

With that said you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips on his. You had to stand on your tip toes so you could reach his mouth better, which only made you even cuter in Sanghyuk’s eyes. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he kissed back. You both were so into the kiss that you didn’t notice that the balcony door opened and Wonsik walked in.

“Sanghyuk, (Y/N) are you coming? The movie will start…” Wonsik said and paused as he saw you two making out. “soon…”

He then turned around to get back in when you didn’t noticed Wonsik present.

“I will just let you be…” he said before closing the door.

#vixx #vixx scenarios #vixx scenario #vixx fanfiction #hyuk scenarios #Hyuk scenario #hyuk fanfic #vixx fanfic #Hyuk fanfiction #Kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfiction

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Title: Infighting

By: @imakeideasnotart

For: @yusakidesu

Warnings: sad soulmate Au

Prompt: fluffy post hope arc, soulmate AU

Note: I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, I tried my very best, and I hope you enjoy! I ran into a huge technical difficulty, and had to type this on my phone. I pray that i caught all the errors ! This was a great prompt, have a super duper day!

Hinata leans back in his chair, glaring wearily around at his classmates over what should be the cheery clatter of tableware. Only it isn’t. He hopes they forgive his staring, but he can’t seem to take his gaze off of Mahiru and the way she studies her tie with Peko or Fuyuhiko around. Or the way Teruteru squeaks around Imposter like some pig caught red-handedly in some forbidden act. Or the way Mikan gets jittery around Ibuki and Saionji, playing with her hair and staring at the floor until she can find a way out. The way Gundam won’t stop sizing up Nekomaru. It’s just fascinating in some twisted, terrible-

“Ouch!” Hinata yelps as a foot rushes into contact with his knee-cap. “What was that for?”

His attacker is Souda, who he had been somewhat engaging in conversation with, somewhat ignoring over a quick breakfast.

“It wouldn’t kill you to listen to me, you know. Also, stop glaring at people. It’ll only stir up more drama. You know we don’t need any more of that around here. Get a grip, man.”

Hinata sighed. Souda was right. For all the bickering and hatred, they needed somebody to lighten everything up. It was just that Ibuki wasn’t the same type of carefree girl that she once was and nobody else was stepping to the plate. And Chiaki…

“I miss Nanami,” Hinata bluntly states, poking a sausage link around the eggs on his plate. He suddenly doesn’t feel very hungry thinking of his lost friend.

‘She could fix this I know she could. She would find a way.’

“So you do miss her,” Says Souda as their eyes catch for the first time in five minutes. Hinata stares at him and his artificial pink eyes as Souda sets down his fork himself. “Why?”

Hinata almost chokes on his own saliva at that question. “What do you mean ‘why’? She was my best friend- How could I not miss her?”

Hinata feels some sort of tension slip in out of nowhere and start to rise. Souda looked serious. To Hinata, he had two default moods and those were utilized only when he was panicking and fanboying. Souda suddenly leans backwards in his chair and looks him up and down, as though he suddenly doesn’t know him. It’s painfully obviously, but more importantly, it isn’t helping to cool the tension. When Souda finally speaks, suddenly it gets put into overdrive, and there’s not a doubt that he’s ever gotten so angry so from a conversation with a friend.

“You don’t exactly seem to be honoring her, dating that asshole.”

Souda spits the words out and then bitterly looks into his own cup of coffee like the Mona Lisa is in the process of being painted there. Hinata sees the way Souda’s fingers clutch at the cup a bit, like he’d love to beat that “asshole” into the ground or smash the plate Hinata has assembled to bring to his cottage later.

The fact that the rest of the dining hall is dead silent, and it draws attention to them in favor of noting that Souda would love to beat Nagito Komaeda into the ground. It’s almost entirely out of spite and a will to prove a point to a lost artificial intelligence.

And now those words are long and measured like somebody was tracking the duration between each one with a timer.

“What did you just call him…?”

And Souda has grown a backbone in the blink of an eye. “I said he’s an asshole. He killed Chiaki, and we needed her.”

He hadn’t killed Chiaki. Hinata’s hands slammed down onto the tabletop forcefully. He felt a twinge of guilty pleasure at the horrified look that jumped onto Souda’s face. “She is dead here, in the real world, Souda. Dead- do you need a fucking dictionary? She is dead. It sounds like you’re trying to throw your problems onto my boyfriend.”

“My problems?! I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking!” Souda snaps at him. Hinata feels even more upset at this because he knows that Souda only puts up this much of a fight if there isn’t a single doubt in his mind.

“You’re just feeling guilty that you couldn’t salvage her AI after her execution, and you’re blaming Nagito when he hasn’t done anything wrong!”

“I couldn’t save her, with the way that execution destroyed her, and he’s the one who got her executed! ‘Hasn’t done anything wrong’? He got Imposter and Teruteru killed, and now Chiaki’s gone- that’s his fault!” Out of the fuzzy peripheral of Hinata’s vision he could make out the two victims of the first trial flinch respectively. “He tried to kill us all!”

“Once!” And Hinata feels his chair skitter out from under him as he stands and bellows his words, only to hear his chair fall behind him with a heavy thud. “He was trying to give a fair shot for somebody to leave! He didn’t know the other rule until the trial began!”

“Yes he did!”

“Did you believe it at first?!”

“No, but I know first-hand that he did!”

“His brain was deteriorating, he- He had terminal cancer!”

“He’s a murder!”

“He’s saved our lives a dozen times over and you know it. He was smart and courageous and kind and you- you treated him like shit!”

“I was just a talent to him!” Souda protested.

“You never took the time to meet him, of course you were! You’re expecting him to have some kind of inherent good will towards you, and you never even made the effort to deserve that much!”

“He was insane!” Souda says in a vague attempt to bolster his argument.

“I don’t see you solving escape games and pointing a gun to your head on behalf of anybody! I don’t see you telling me to keep my movie tickets, or pointing out gummy bags, or handing out elevator tasks about compasses, or finding letters in cottages! Or- Or ending prizes, or portable stoves that nobody else would have noticed- But that all saved our lives.”

There’s a lull as Souda digests this, as everyone collectively digests words as opposed to food. And then, he speaks again, frivolously. “He was dangerous!”

“Well, I don’t see you trying your best, risking your life and saving a group of people over and over after they’ve bullied you, tormented you, shunned you, oh, and remember the time they beat you up, knocked you out cold, and tied up in a room where somebody died the day before without feeding you for days?! I don’t see you making those kinds of sacrifices, you-!”

“Hinata! Stop it!” Mahiru was upon him. “This fighting won’t solve anything. Nagito-”

“Shut up!” He barked. “You weren’t even alive to see it!”

It was as if he’d slapped her with his barbed, immediate response. Hinata felt the air being sucked out of the room. Looking at her hurt expression, he felt as though he were being vacuum-sealed. She actually lacked a sharp comeback for once.The lost, panicked look on Souda’s face was enough to make him want to leave immediately and, really, what was going to stop him? He grabbed the plate beside his own, and carried it towards the door. Before he left, he looked back, returning everybody’s gaze as they stared blankly at him.

“Does anybody else have an opinion about Nagito that I should hear?” He asked venomously. For a moment, the whole restaurant was caught in a brittle silence, tension all around them. Turning on his heel, Hinata left his toppled chair, half-eaten breakfast , and thirteen shell-shocked peers behind him.

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Balancing a plate in his right hand and knocking with it at the same time wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. As it turns out, everything that happened in the program affected his muscle memory respectively and he found himself trying to use his left often. He knew and truly did love Nagito. He sure did make things complicated and it almost made him itch for the confines of the simulation, where romance and soulmates hadn’t been programmed in. Where they could go through a day being fully emotionally capable and not feeling guilty for the scars the other would suffer because of them.

Eventually, Hinata was able to tap the rim of the glass plate against the door loud enough to be heard from the inside.

“Come in!” He heard Nagito crow weakly. Nobody cared with formalities anymore. Nagito knew who was coming. Nagito’s cabin was treated as a lion’s den these days and he was tied up there tighter than ropes could ever restrain.

He did have to set down the plate on the floor to open up the door and had to stoop down low to pick it up again, which made him feel oddly embarrassed and violated, though there was really nobody to blame.

“Hey.” Nagito smiles at him from his bed. He’s still tucked into the covers with the usual bedhead, blinking heavily as Hinata kicks the door closed with his foot behind him and makes his way over to the foot of the bed.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Nagito shifts, pulling his lanky legs closer to his chin. He rubs his eyes. “Don’t worry about it… I was having bad dreams anyway.”

Hinata smiles, seeing Nagito’s bare chest peek out from the sheets, and his smile is only strengthened when he sees the fresh flowers that he had given him yesterday on the bedside table flourishing.

“About what?” Hinata pretends to ask, mindfully setting down Nagito’s plate on the plush surface of the bed so he can self-consciously mess about with his left hand for a moment.

He does take a moment to notice how frail Nagito looks in the bright sun washing over the room.

“The program,” He answers wistfully. “Killing myself, hurting you, hurting them. It’s all the same at this point. Just, the program.”

Empty words aren’t really Hinata’s style, and he knows there’s really nothing he can say to take back anything that’s happened. Sometimes though, it’s the thought that counts.

“Nagito you’ve never once hurt me,” He says as he reaches for the plate on the bed and offers it to his groggy boyfriend. “Maybe I didn’t understand what you were doing at the time, but I do now. I believe in you.”

“I would beg to differ,” Nagito mutters, but his argument dies the moment he has the plate with eggs and bacon arranged in a little happy face handed to him.

“Yeah, hey, can we not talk about depressing stuff for like 2 seconds?” Hinata asks sarcastically, pleased to see the surprised look on Nagito’s face.

Nagito would comply- very rarely did he ever oppose him. “…But may I ask what exactly this is?” He stares down at the soulless, eggy expression that emerged from the plate.

“I mean,” Hinata grumbles stiffly. “I thought it was cute.” He feels a bit self-conscious.

“Oh, I do, too, I just didn’t think it was like you at all. I thought you might be embarrassed to give something so saccharine to someone like me.” Then, Nagito picks up fork that came with it and- Hinata wonders if it was intentional- stabs the face in the right eye.

“So like…” Hinata stutters, because Nagito was right. It really wasn’t like him. He wasn’t some stay-at-home dad or anything. Why was he making little faces in Nagito’s breakfast food? “I mean I guess things have changed. I thought you could use a smile…?”

“Things have changed, how?” Nagito asks with a forkful of egg hovering over his mouth for a moment as he spoke.

“I mean, everything just kind of-” It felt as though his next words would have been practiced, and he simply stops. He knows it would sound as though the words hadn’t come from him. “You know what, forget I said anything.”

“Whatever you say.” Nagito shrugs, but Hinata sees in his eyes that he still wants an answer.

“I guess it’s just so different now,” Hinata says, caving. He can’t resist Nagito. If he ever did try, it would end up in some perfectly calculated and contorted mind game, in which Hinata confessed at the end anyway. “Like outside of the program, nothing is the same anymore. We all seem to be at each other’s throats knowing what we can do, what we’re capable of. And it’s scary. Who can say if it’s just in someone’s nature? Like, can they still kill outside of the game, when the stakes are non-existent? Even in the game, we thought it was real life, and people still killed, but… things are worse now. Even worse than during the literal murder game. I don’t know… everything just seems a little out of proportion to me.”

They took a moment and Hinata flinches as their eyes met, watching Nagito’s foggy right eye staring forward blankly into his red one. Being someone’s soulmate was a curse. And with the two of them having more than enough scars to go around for even one person, it really did change things.

“Hinata you do realize that you could solve all of your problems by killing me? I haven’t heard but I can take a good guess at what the others are saying and feeling about you. Us. You can walk out now, I won’t stop you. In fact, I encourage it. It would do you so much good- I could make it easy.”

Hinata audibly groans. It is too early in the morning for this kind of conversation. But Nagito has been trapped in his cottage for so long that it’s starting to make a lot of sense that he would try to take some sort of action to get out, and extreme ideas were his forte.

“I don’t give a shit what they think,” Hinata lies. He did care, just not enough to sacrifice his happiness for it. “I’m not leaving you because a few of them have a problem with you.”

“Hinata, what they say isn’t the only issue and you know it.”

The problem is that he cannot technically can’t argue against that claim with any facts to back it up. The others do hate them, tie them up like cattle. The others were not ashamed to shut them out entirely or lock them up. Sometimes Hinata wonders if anything would really be worse if Monokuma were to show up now and force them to kill each other all over again. He feels like the others would relish in a chance to kill Nagito and by extension, him.

They, of course, have the opportunity now. But that’s the fragile uncertainty they live in. The price they’ve paid, really, in order to spare the world from themselves.

“Seems they now realize what a heartless foul piece of vermin I was all along.”

“They didn’t just start ridiculing you, you know? I get it, you’re a masochist. But can we not just have a morning to be happy?”

“And you believe happy breakfast faces are going to erase all the pain I’ve given to you and me alike? Hinata, please,” He supplements readily to Hinata’s hesitation.

“You’re changing the subject again. I take it there’s something you want then? I’m not in the mood to jump through hoops for you. If you want something, just say so.” He grumbles.

“How perceptive of you, Hinata! Truly, I can never fool you. That would be much too hard for useless trash like me…”

“Just answer the question.”

But Nagito just raised his eyebrows and drew in his knees under his chin popping the last of a bacon strip into his mouth.

“I suppose walking you in circles will be pointless. I guess I’m trying to really figure out why you think staying here with me is worth it…”

“Nagito.” But the moment his hand met Nagito’s, Nagito pulled away.

“Don’t tell me that it’s all okay. I sawed off my own arm, and you felt every second of it. You even have a limp arm because my prosthetic isn’t really ‘me’. You go through headaches, cuts on your thighs and wrists… You’re being shunned and hated. There is no two ways about it, Hinata. I am the root of all of your problems, not somebody you should be bringing happy breakfasts to every morning!”

Hinata opened his mouth to release a protest, but he needed another moment or two to sit with the heavy issues that he’d decided to address so early in the morning.

“What, am I going to abandon you and leave you to starve? Not a chance.”

“Killing me would give you your arm back.” he reminded him wistfully. “Sounds like a great deal could be done if I were cut out entirely.”

“Nagito, I’m not going to kill you to get my arm back.”

“It’s my fault.”

“Well, do you want to kill me? I’m not opposed to that. I’ve given you your fair share of hardships in return.”

“Hardly.”

Hinata splutters. “You are now half blind due to my heterochromia! How the hell is that not bad?”

Nagito suddenly looked like they had both lost their arguments.

“You lost your eye! That’s a huge deal.”

“You lost your arm and your status.”

“Yes, but not us. Right?” He says, shifting closer. “Here’s a novel idea: I love you, and I think it’s worth it to be here.”

“How is that at all an even trade-off in any sense of the-” But it’s too late, because HInata’s hand is already brushing up against his cheek lovingly.

“Look, you just woke up… Let’s not overcomplicate things until after lunch, okay?”

“Hinata, I didn’t mean-”

“Ah-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-” He tuts, clicking his tongue in rhythm. “No more. I love you, and we can leave it at that. We don’t need to have some weird conspiratorial, mysterious understanding of it. It’s simple, and it’s not changing. Why bother making it into something it isn’t?”

Nagito can’t even protest before Hinata leans forward, and started to kiss him gently, his lips softly pushing against one another’s, as Nagito precariously balances the breakfast plate on his lap between them.

HInata’s hand rubs his cheek, back and forth, rocking into him, feeling Nagito’s hair tickling the back of his fingers as he goes, lips pulling apart only to meet again.

“Don’t… make… this… difficult…” Hinata begs between kisses. “It doesn’t have to be…”

Nagito moves the plate out of the way before taking the situation into his own mismatched hands. HInata feels Nagito grab at him around his waist, fingers digging into his lower back, before feeling a familiar tongue start to run up and down, licking his lips over and over, soft swishes, the air between them ceasing to exist. Nagito’s fingers suddenly jerk him forward into his expecting lap. His legs spread, Hinata sat proudly above him, holding Nagito in place as everything became a melting kind of needy. Nagito’s fingers especially, digging into the back of his hipbone so hard that it hurt, tongue pushing against the front of his mouth cruelly, yet never in his mouth.

Nagito seems fixated on licking his lips, swiping slowly and roughly the edges of Hinata's’ mouth, tracing them with precision, but pressing hard, just like Hinata’s di-

Down, boy.

It was sad that HInata could no longer grab at Nagito with two arms. Sad that he could only ever feel him with one, but there wasn’t too much he could-

“Fuck,” He thinks, because Nagito’s tongue was sliding into his mouth finally, dribbling saliva coated his lips, over sharp teeth. It only took a moment before Hinata had shifted his one hand to Nagito’s shoulder. It was easier to pull him in that way. Pulling their bodies together, Hinata’s legs wrap around his waist…

He was right. He didn’t need any explanation for this beyond love and hormones. He didn’t need Nagito to try and put some name on what really only had one.

HInata hears Nagito let loose a small, muffled giggle into his mouth. Hinata smiles, and then straightened his mouth because it’s hard to kiss that way. What they have is too strange or complicated to ever really be understood. Maybe that’s why the others reject it outright. If neither of them could understand it, how could the others, when they didn’t even have a hand in it? Maybe that was okay. They didn’t need to understand it beyond “I love you.”

Nagito takes another moment before he slows and eventually goes still, retreating his invasive tongue and lips, and Hinata watches a string of saliva break between their mouths as he leans backwards. Hinata really can’t think of anything else to do beyond open his one good arm, and engulf Nagito in a hug.

If they fight the good fight together, for each other, it should come together eventually. Who knew that it would be Nagito who gave him that kind of optimism? They can learn to look past the eyes and arms and the pointless infighting. Hope looks past it all. Does he really need anything else? They aren’t the only ones who have suffered.

He can say though, that forgiveness is inevitable.

#komahina #komahina secret exchange #fanfiction

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charlottemalfoy-blog1 · 7 years

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Brothers Best Friend 31- Dean Ambrose

Tagged- @becca-bear @skrillexslays13 @blondekel77 @reigns420

“Whose driving? You can drive I hate driving in the dark”

“What! How is that even fair?”

“Uh because you are the sensible one and I don’t trust them driving?”

“Fine, give me the keys”

You jumped into the car and gave Roman the keys, reaching across to put your seatbelt on. Roman started up the car and pulled away from the arena.

“so what went on today?” You asked Dean who was sitting in the back with you.

“Ugh I don’t even know. They just whine and moan and pin it on everyone else because they don’t want to take the wrap” Dean replied.

“So much drama!” You said raising your hands up and giggling. Dean laughed at you.

“You cause drama too!”

“Me?! How!” You asked pretending to be offended.

“You and you’re bloody interviews”

“Hey, not my fault Corbin cut you off. I wasn’t even doing that interview, it was through webcam!” You defended pointing at him. Dean laughed even more and took your hand in his.

“I know babe I’m teasing”

“Catherine Zeta Jonesssssssss” You and Dean yelled causing Roman to laugh.

“You two need to be quiet back there” Seth added shaking his head.

“Ro! Put the radio on!” You said from the back basically jumping out of your seat. Roman chuckled at you and put on the radio.

“Oh my god what is this!” Seth whined shaking his head.

“Nickelback! Come on Seth this is great” You argued.

“No way. This is like old people music” Seth argued back at you jokingly.

“Hey I listen to Nickelback!” Dean replied.

“Exactly, old people music” Seth laughed along with you and Roman.

“You know you two are basically the same age, right?” Roman laughed at the argument.

“He’s a year older than me, he’s an old guy!”

“So am I” Roman added looking at Seth and then the road again with a smile on his face.

“I like you though”

“Ouch man” Dean rolled his eyes sitting back in his seat.

“You guys are like a bunch of kids, you see WWE universe? You see what I have to live with?” You said into the camera trying not to laugh.

You pulled up to the hotel and got out of the car stretching your arms and accidently hitting Dean when you bought your arms down.

“Ow! Babeeee!” Dean whined. You laughed and said sorry before kissing the top of his head.

“You two, are like that cute couple that everyone hates for being so cute” Roman shook his head.

“And you are that annoying big brother that comments on everything!” Roman laughed at your comeback before all four of you walked into the hotel.

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hella disrespectful

REMINDER/ALERT: Tumblr has locked me out of my original account and from now on I will be posting from this address. PLEASE FOLLOW ME HERE. Do me the additional favor of unfollowing the previous account though I have not yet figured out how to get Tumblr to delete these accounts that I am no longer able to access but that will probably simplify things a little, idk.

Previously on Insecure: "I don't want your conversation - get in my line up;" "Woot-Woot's dead;" "This whole open thing sounds super messy;" "I can't believe Issa's still out here seeing this dude;" "Did you really just do that in my fucking face?"

Issa's in the crib getting some moral support from Molly and I just gotta say I got kinda a bone to pick here:

Issa ain't riding no bike! You know damn well Issa ain't riding no bike! If she were she wouldn't be so fucked up after getting her car smashed. My ex lost a bunch of weight randomly biking all the time and I would get so worried about him biking in subzero temperatures. Getting worried about a partner was new to me, btw. I realized I never worried about it possibly happening that someone I was dating would die lol, like while I was dating him. He'd drop me off and I'd ask him to text me when he got home and if he didn't I'd wake up in the morning seriously thinking "omg what if he got in an accident and died last night?"

Molly is on Issa's team regarding the "surprise" facial. She wants Daniel to be fucked up on sight. Where is Molly? This room looks old fashioned and kitschy as fuck, and the headboard is different from the one she has at home. Issa doesn't want to see Daniel again, but that's not a problem for Molly, who wants to BRRRRR-TATTTT on Daniel with a water gun full of raw eggs.

Issa's pain is deeper though - she was trying to show Daniel that he was special to her and he embarrassed her. To be honest I am still having a hard time getting on the same page with Issa and her deeply insulted reaction to Daniel's surprise facial. On the other hand - I had that happen to me once and I literally never spoke to the guy again. Like in Issa's case, I assumed he did it on purpose... buuuuut, me and that guy kind of hated each other so it made sense. I guess I'm having a hard time relating to why Daniel would have done it and as such why Issa's so offended. It's a little contrived, I think, is what I'm saying. I repeat: a good dude wouldn't do this to you. So either Daniel is a good dude, or he's exposed that he's not. Accidental unwanted facials aren't a thing.

Molly is being a good friend, validating Issa's feelings, and ranting about how men watch too much porn and think that shit's ok. Molly possibly had an ulterior motive, because being in a safe space she feels ok to tell Issa she's still seeing Dro. "I thought that was a one and done?" Issa asks. "It's more like a seventeen and not stopping no time soon," Molly says, and SIGH. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS MOLLY? IT'S A TERRIBLE IDEA. Why would she even want this? Aren't some men just generally off limits? Dro seems like the kind of guy, with the kind of history, that should just be not an option (particularly considering he's married). Issa still isn't buying that anyone, especially Molly, benefits from this alleged open relationship, which Molly is offended by. They are telling each other hard truths, softened by years of honest friendship, and although they aren't on the same page, they agree to love each other through the stupidity.

Yaaaas, bitch. Issa' still on the bus. She spots the latino kid again, who removes his backpack and Entemann's donuts to give her the seat. When he pulls out a PSAT prep, Issa sees an opening and tries to chat him up about the teacherly and tutorly pursuits her job offers. Surprisingly to both Issa, and the audience I think, the kid says he tried to go but was told by Mr. Gates that the program was full. Issa finally appears troubled by this now that she is confronted by someone she sort of deliberately left behind.

Lawrence Tech Start up. Lawrence is wearing a Santa Claus/footie pajama red thermal and it looks crazy. Colin the Clueless White Guy sidles up to him (in an equally ridiculous printed button up - buttoned all the way to the top naturally) and burgundy pants and makes small talk while Lawrence pours himself a coffee. Colin is all in Lawrence's business for no reason in a gotcha conversation that just serves to prove Lawrence and Arpant have been kicking on the side and trying to hide it at work. Cliffs notes they suck at it and their coworkers have sniffed them out.

Molly is riding around somewhere with Quintin in his wood grain Lexus. He brought her popcorn from Garrett's and while I appreciate the shoutout I've literally never heard of such a thing as RANCH in Garrett's - like - what? It's cheddar and caramel. Stick to the script. Don't try to be new and exciting. You tell someone in Chicago Garrett's is doing ranch popcorn and they will look at you wondering who lied to you. (Note to self: get some Garrett's for the first time since high school.) Molly tries it and is hooked. Quintin asks about Molly's "white boy" meeting: apparently she is going to shoot her shot and ask for the raise. Quintin says he's going to be in LA soon and asks Molly to show him around. Molly: a beat passes before she goes "mm, ok," because she understands the pass he has made at her.

SILICON VALLEY IS SO MILLENNIAL AND COOL. Lawrence is looking for Arpana to make amends for blowing their spot. Arpana does that thing of being possibly offended at keeping things a secret WHILE playing standoffish at the implication that they are anything to be kept secret. Hmmm. Bold move, Cotton. Let's see if that works out for her. Lawrence confirms drink plans, Arpana teases him, blah blah.

At the office, Issa seeks out Frieda and asks to talk. Frieda isn't all that interested, but then Issa presents some research on how to increase latino enrollment at their school. Issa beams at her in approval because apparently they thought of the same plan. Frieda is relieved that she and Issa are back on friendly wavelengths again, and asks where Issa's change of mind came from. Issa acknowledges that she's been lost in herself and Frieda was right. It's a good apology and Frieda is cool with it.

Meanwhile at Molly's Dro shows up with a bag of groceries and Molly's keys. He asks her if she wants them back and she says no. MOLLY. WHY. I DON'T GET IT. There are literally billions of available partners for you. What the fuck is the draw of being emotionally open to A MARRIED MAN? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? WHY DO YOU THINK THIS IS GOOD OR WILL WORK OUT? If you're going to fuck a married man in an open relationship ok, I guess, do you even though it's a thing on its own. But why are you trying to give the motherfucker your keys to your apartment? Christ, Molly. Molly gives Dro her bag of popcorn - that Quintin gave her - which cheapens the rapport Quintin was trying to build in that she tried to transfer it to Dro. I don't get it, Molly, truly.

They change subjects to Derek's birthday party and Molly sours at the knowledge that Dro's wife will be coming. Goddamn that man is tall. Look at him. He's like a basketball player.

ISsa gets a text from Tiffany who wants to know if it's cool that Lawrence is coming to the party. Issa screenshots and sends to Molly who is also offended at Tiffany springing Lawrence out of nowhere. This prompts Issa to check Lawrence's facebook, where she learns he has blocked her. She is really pissed about Lawrence taking their five year relationship to the brink of actually blocking her on facebook, resulting in another angry mirror rap. But she plays it off to Molly.

Law firm. Molly is sitting in front of a panel of three general pale men, pleading her case. She is cool and confident, all Law of Attractioning that she's going to receive the value she deserves. She parries their comebacks with all the agility of Serena. The partners agree with her, but are a bunch of stingy bastards that want to put her off as long as they are able to - they agree with her pitch and simply offer that it will be taken into consideration at her yearly review. And ain't that some bullshit? The idea of wielding that kind of bias because you understand you are bartering with someone that may not have the collateral to be as competetive as she could be. Stupid generic white boy Travis that is already making significantly more than Molly could walk into this meeting and be a threat if he suggested he'd leave because he isn't being paid fairly. When you're a black woman - what's she gonna do? Quit? She should be grateful she has the clout of such an establishment lended to her. Yadda yadda yadda, BULLSHIT.

At the school, Issa has not only decided what has been happening with their program is wrong, she decides she has to confront Principal Gates with it. She tells him they are discriminating and he asks what the problem is being the program is full - "now you're coming up to me with some 'All Lives Matter'?" Ouch. Frieda tries to step in and Gates looks at her, offended. Issa tells him that the latino students are being turned away and it isn't far. Gates again plays the "your tone is offensive/it's not that big a deal/calm down" argument and literally laughs in her face and walks away.

Lawrence forgot about Derek's party and wants to switch drinks with Arpana from 7 to 10. Yeah, no, Lawrence. He tells her his ex would be there and for some reason Arpana offers to go. That's a little messy. Like, have drinks the next day. Why insert yourself?

Back at Issa's, she's wearing a crazy dress getting ready to go to the party and Daniel calls. He wants to apologize and move on but Issa is still mad. She offers vulnerability and asks why he'd do that to her of all people. Daniel seems contrite enough as he asks for forgiveness - even tacking on a "please," and Issa visibly softens. She tells him she hates him which of course is female for "I love you."

Issa asks why their thing is always messy and Daniel, overestimating the strength of their reconciliation, offers that now they're even; he equates what he did to squaring things after Issa dogged him at the charity event last year. And honestly.... I mean, i won't ever condone an unwanted facial, but Issa did get off the hook pretty scott free for telling Daniel he was just an itch she had to scratch and don't tell her boyfriend because their shit was nothing comparatively. Like, Issa had to have known that was scoring points on him too. So, I'm gonna call this a wash. Issa is mad all over again that Daniel intentionally humiliated her, calls him disrespectful and petty, and tells him not to ever call her again. She stomps to her brother's car pissed off, who is apparently accompanying her to the party tonight.

At Derek's party, Kelli brought that random ass dude she met the other night - and good for her. Relationships can start just as well from the club as anywhere else - and for some reason Molly is wearing a black dress with random red armbands attached. And Tiffany is so fucking extra bougie as usual, like, she is simply not a sympathetic character. I can't with her Lori Greiner blonde wig and gratuitous bragging about how much she loves her man. How is anyone friends with her?

Anyway there is a random aside about how Kelli thought "Sweetie" was just going to be some strange, but she's meeting his parents at the mosque next week. Okey dokey. Dro shows up with his wife. While she's getting a drink he takes a moment to compliment Molly in Spanish. Remember Eric Jerome Dickey on Black People in California and how you could tell a black woman was upwardly mobile if she was fluent in spanish? (I have a friend who works in IR who once commented offhandedly that you only need to know spanish to liaise with poor people, and if you want to mingle with the wealthy you need to know French and/or Chinese. At the time I thought it was horribly offensive but now I know she was right.) Candace is awkward around Molly which does suggest she is aware and knows that her open marriage has led to her husband sleeping with this woman. Also this is apparently Dro's favorite dress which explains that, I suppose. Candace is wear a feathered burgundy cape, affixed to her shoulders with, apparently, double sided tape. I repeat: okey dokey.

Oh damn. That space is nice:

Tiffany signals for an extra toast, clinging the glass with a knife, to announce dinner is served. She makes Molly move from the seat she chose, putting her awkwardly seated at the head of the table. Issa and her brother arrive, and he's such a good buffer. Issa makes note of Candace and checks in with Molly about it. "What's up with y'all?" her brother asks. "Nothing, I'm fine, she grown," Issa says in one breath.

Lawrence's ridiculous ass shows up - in a nice denim button up - trying to ignore everyone aghast at him bringing a random date to this friends only event. He claims he didn't know it would be a sit down event, and everyone awkwardly makes room to accommodate his guest. See? Extra. None of this needed to happen. Lawrence decides to address the elephant in the room and introduces Arpana, who makes a crack about knowing how awkward she's made things. Yeah, that doesn't work when you knew full well in advance the circumstances were going to be awkward. But everyone is adults and they try to laugh it off. Issa orders a whiskey.

Mid-dinner. They are having lovely pretentious cultural conversation. When Molly tries to chime in everyone ignores her. She feels very left out and alone. J from ABG asks Lawrence why he's there, basically, and has to be informed that they all know each other because Lawrence is Issa's ex. By the next cut of passage of time, Issa is drunk.

The dinner continues awkwardly: Tiffany is fucking annoying, Issa's brother is a bitchy gay, and Issa is poor. Nobody's showcasing their best self, I think. When the conversation shifts to Issa's building being sold, there is a moment of Lawrence openly pining about how he and Issa used to live together. When Tiffany makes a toast to "the Barack to her Michelle" - so extra - Issa drunkenly comments about Lawrence's random. Enough being enough, Issa walks out. Lawrence follows. Oh boy.

He lies that he wouldn't have brought Arpana if he knew Issa would be there. She calls him out as being full of shit and tells him she knows he's just parading that girl in front of their friends. Also, she knows that he blocked her. Lawrence admits it, because he couldn't "stand to see pictures of the nigga you fucked" while they were together. The fact that Issa wasn't the one who posted them - parading around someone in Lawrence's face as it were - and that he accuses her of still fucking Daniel, as if that's any of his business, is more than enough to clarify that Lawrence is in the wrong here. It's all about his hurt feelings and what Issa did to him or owes him; that she would still be wronging him to see someone else after they broke up. He's bullshit, basically.

When Issa doesn't refute this, Lawrence lets his insecure flag fly freely and asks who else she fucked while they were together. Issa's voice breaks as she asks whether he's serious, especially since he fucked her while he was dating his bank teller. "And being some fake music producer's jump off is better?" Lawrene spits back. And... jump off? Are we still saying that? Also, he's hitting way below the belt whereas Issa was not. This is something that I suppose is an inherent misogyny in the black community that frankly at this point is no longer normal to me and is almost unforgivably egregious. So at this point I don't blame Issa for hitting back that Daniel has "way more going on than Woot Woot."

They both know that Issa has hit him below the belt now too, so they both go for broke: Issa asks whether all this was worth her supporting him for two years while he was depressed, and Lawrence counters that it is worth about as much as all the time she "spent being a fuckin' ho." And, again. Maybe I'm too far removed. But I can't see having anything else to do with someone who showed up with, I'm sorry it has to be said, an exotical to your black friendship group, calling your ex girlfriend a ho, and stomping off in a petulant rage. You couldn't come back from that for me, but that's just me. If you want to make the argument that Issa cheating on Daniel is equivalent to Lawrence mooching off Issa and doing nothing with his life with two years (WHO WAS PAYING ALL THOSE LIFESTYLE BILLS, MOTHERFUCKER?) and trying to hurt her by flaunting a new relationship in her face, I may be biased, but I don't think there's much room for redemption there.

Back at the party, Molly follows Dro to the bathroom and he already knows where her head is. Molly admits she wasn't expecting not being able to see him with his wife, and how left out she feels knowing that he won't ever be that way with her. Being someone's dirty little secret isn't fun. Dro convinces her that they have something too, and she lets him fuck her on the bathroom sink. I hope I am never this desperate for affection. And I'm not being hard on Molly, really. But I think she's being very foolish with her emotions and it's hard for me to understand why she would put herself in this position, knowingly aware every step of the way that she's setting herself up for failure. Case in point: Dro asks her to wait for a moment and let him leave the bathroom first. Still, inexplicably, Molly is hurt by this. Girl, please. You wanna play that big girl's game, but on your big girl panties then. She steps out to find Issa waiting for the bathroom. Issa wordlessly straightens Molly's bangs and zips up her dress and Molly thanks her, for her nonjudgment.

Lawrence is driving Arpana back and she asks whether he still wants to get drinks. He doesn't answer.

Molly finally calls her mom back, and tells her she just needed some time. She asks why Mom stayed with Dad, and Mom replies that she just loves him. Apparently Molly is in the same headspace and asks how she deals with the hurt. I don't want to be redundant and point out that Molly's hurt is unreasonable, because on some level I do suppose that's insensitive. But, I just don't have any sympathy for this. We all do shitty things. But you can't ask me to feel bad for the consequences of your shitty things when you are fully aware what you are doing is harmful to you. If I'm doing something that hurts, I figure my options are to keep doing it and stop whining, or to stop fucking doing it. When she gets home, Molly responds to Dro's scheduling text that she can't do this anymore but we all know it rings hollow.

Issa comes home to a letter on her door informing her of her rent increase, and it's finally too much.

Her experimenting with ho-ness turned out to be a bigger blow to her self esteem than she could handle, and she's clearly stung behind Lawrence calling her a ho. That's what she was trying to do, right? But in reality it didn't work out so well. Her side pieces were not pliable enough, the one guy she was seeing relatively seriously compared to the others deliberately humiliated her, and her ex that she had partially built a life with devalued the time they spent by diminishing her as the thing she was afraid of being seen as - a tool, a joke, a ho. She kicks a chair then just lashes out entirely, breaking dishes, throwing tables, smashing furniture.

#issa rae #insecure hbo

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