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Zipper

Hi hi, sorry for the short break there. I've been working on this the last three days and it flowed out quite quickly to 9.5K words.

Warnings: Harry doesn't like her (or does he), there's a damsel in distress scene implying SA nothing happens nor described but could be triggering, "enemies" trope, Harry wears a lot of suits and is angry a lot.

Disclaimer: Everything I know about lawyers comes from TV shows.

Harry was a smart guy, but he truly hadn’t a clue as to why he was so mad at the prospect of liking her.

So, he pretended he didn’t. “You and Harry are together an awful lot,” his friend Niall said to her with a smirk once. They were in clear earshot of Harry, and nothing made Harry crankier than knowing his friends saw how mean he was toward her. It was the topic of many conversations over video games and while working out at the gym.

“Enough, Niall,” he muttered. “It’s not by choice.”

“Don’t know why he’s all grumpy about you all the time, princess,” Niall said quietly to her when his back was turned. “He talks about you more than any girl I’ve ever seen him with.”

“He just doesn’t like me much,” she explained.

“Oh, princess. I think it’s quite the opposite.”

Harry hated her. She could never figure out why. She and Gemma were on the same soccer team growing up, so she’s known Harry for forever. Because she and Harry were of the same caliber in school (and the same age), they were always in each other’s classes. Always in group projects together.

It made her wildly popular in school to know the one and only Harry Styles so closely—and she did. She knew he wouldn’t drink tea past four in the afternoon. He liked chocolate candy better than fruity candy. Any time he saw a dog while they were on their way to study together, he would dig a bag of little treats out of his backpack to give away. When his left eye got droopy it meant they had to take a break and she would always recommend some hot chocolate or lemonade (depending on the season) at the coffee shop near the town library.

However, their conversations never delved too deeply. She knew his birthday but not his favorite color—she suspected it was blue or maybe orange because most of his pens were blue and his highlighters were almost always orange. Of course, she knew Gemma and Anne, but she didn’t know what their relationship with Harry was like. Because of school, she knew most of his political opinions—and big shocker, they were roughly the same as hers—but she didn’t know his favorite music or if he liked to sleep with a fan on or not. When he was sick, she didn’t know if he liked sleep or soup. If it was his last day on earth, she doesn’t know how he would spend it. They weren’t things that she necessarily needed to know to define their friendship, but somehow, in her eyes, they were.

Other than school mandated projects, she was convinced Harry wouldn’t give her the time of day. “Can we jus’ get this over with?” Was Harry’s mantra around her during their school days.

She wished they could be friends.

She didn’t want to be that girl, but it was impossible not to be. Harry was beautiful and he was nice—just not very nice to her. She didn’t fault him for it, she wasn’t his cup of tea and that was fine. The way other girls sighed and ahh-ed over him made her jealous. She couldn’t do that. Harry was Gemma’s brother and her peer and that was it.

Needless to say, their lives were clearly going to be attached for the rest of their lives. They were like a coat zipper. They met when they were young and as they slid the zipper to the top more pieces of their life meshed. At first it was soccer with Gemma, then it was school in general, projects and friend groups, and now it was university.

Of course, they were going to get degrees in history and law.

Of course, they would have classes together.

Of course, Harry would be at every party she was invited to.

She knocked on the door to the party her friends were invited to, and she waited as the door opened. “God you’re everywhere,” he muttered taking a swig of the drink in his hand. He opened the door wider to allow her and her friends in and walked away without mingling a moment longer. She sighed and stepped through the threshold while her friends filed in behind her.

“You know Harry?” One of her friends gasped.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Grew up together,” she said heading for the kitchen to get a drink. There was a barrage of questioning. The interrogation of how well she knew him, if he was single—he was, as far as she knew—and so on. “He doesn’t like me much,” she shrugged.

“Shut up,” her friend said. “He likes everyone.”

“I’m not sure what to tell you. I’m not everyone.”

They were kind enough to let the conversation drop. But their eyes darted back forth between the two of them whenever they were remotely in the same realm as one another. Harry was never outrightly mean to her. He never made fun of her and never talked ill of her. They talked about school projects and assignments and classes and that was it.

Harry’s friends all really liked her. Of course, they liked her. There wasn’t anything to dislike about her. She was brilliant, incredibly kind, and naturally nurturing. It made Harry nauseous most of the time. He hated she could be so kind all the time—even when he was a dick to her. It made it all the harder for him to not like her.

It was halfway through the semester when her phone vibrated with a message from Harry. She could feel the confusion wrinkling her face as she brought the phone closer to her face as if it was a trick. Harry never texted her. If there was a school project that needed doing, he was highly professional and would only email her. The only reason she had his number was because Gemma gave it to her when her phone was broken, and she was her ride to their soccer tournaments.

Could you read my essay?

Surely this was a trick. She couldn’t help but ask. Really?

Yeah. The response was immediate. Obviously, nothing special. She could practically feel his annoyance through his text bubble.

Sure.

Thanks. Conclusion needs work, I know.

The conclusion may have needed work, but it was a pretty good essay otherwise. A few grammatical errors and a rewording of a paragraph or two and his essay was finished. She didn’t question why Harry asked her. Surely, he had plenty of friends that would be willing to read it over.

His seeking her out was quite the surprise to her, but to Harry it made the most sense. At some point in time, maybe in year ten, he realized that he was probably stuck with her for a good long while. There was no denying she was smart—in fact, Harry thought she was brilliant. Probably smarter than him on any given day. And again, that agonizing kindness made him sick. He knew she would read his essay because she was so nice. If Harry acted the way he did to anyone else but her, they wouldn’t give him the time of day.

But he also didn’t trust anyone else in the world to read his work and know what it needed like she did.

She took all the essay reading to mean it was okay to ask him for school favors as well.

Do you have notes from the history lecture yesterday? I wasn’t feeling well.

I’ll email them to you.

Thank you.

Harry took good notes. She wouldn’t have asked anyone but Harry because she knew they took notes the same way. Of course, they did. If anything, his notes were neater because he typed just as fast as their professor spoke while she preferred to handwrite so she would remember better.

Do you know what our professor meant by this?

She sent him back a picture of her own notes with a marking around the part that Harry was referring to. This was my interpretation, but I emailed him to double check, I’ll let you know what he says.

Thanks.

Harry looked at her notes on his phone again and admired her handwriting. He doesn’t know how she was able to write so much so quickly during their lectures. He saw her shake her hand out every time their professor paused to answer a question or catch a breath. She had pretty handwriting.

The parties they attended together (not on purpose, just by happenstance) were when Harry was at his meanest. He would roll his eyes at her if she was part of a drinking game. Harry’s eyes shot daggers whenever any guy tried speaking with her, always there to remind her of some project they had to do, and he didn’t want to be stuck doing it himself. None of it clicked to her that he was jealous.

Of course, he was. She was the prettiest and nicest girl he knew, and he was mad.

Harry was a smart guy, but he truly hadn’t a clue as to why he was so mad at the prospect of liking her.

“Enough, Niall,” he muttered. “It’s not by choice.”

That stung, made her face warm in embarrassment, but it was partly true. They were practically stuck together. Zipped together by some life force. “Don’t know why he’s all grumpy about you all the time, princess,” Niall said quietly to her when his back was turned. “He talks about you more than any girl I’ve ever seen him with.”

She shrugged it off. It would make sense, he talked about her so much. Other than her roommate she probably saw Harry more than her own family. “He just doesn’t like me much,” she explained.

“Oh, princess. I think it’s quite the opposite.”

Gem suggested I ask if we could carpool home. Save her a trip.

Yeah, of course.

Thanks.

“Do you like her?” Niall asked Harry. “Like, she’s really nice and pretty. Obviously, she’s very smart so—"

He cleared his throat to hide the gasp that nearly left his lips. “What?” He asked, slipping his phone back into his pocket. They were at the library whispering to each other while studying for finals. He could see her in the back corner, headphones in her ears and answering his message almost as soon as he sent it. He was certain she would ace all her exams, no problem at all.

“Your friend from home,” he tilted his head to the girl in the corner. “Do you like her?” He repeated.

Harry shook his head. “No.”

Niall quirked an eyebrow at him. “S’weird...you’re kind of perfect for each other.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled. He wanted no part of it. Sure, she was nice and sweet, and in the right light Harry couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by how pretty she was. But he didn’t want to be with someone he’d known his whole life. He wanted someone he didn’t know—someone that didn’t know his every thought. He wanted to discover a new relationship where he would find someone that didn’t know everything there was to know about him.

Regardless, if he knew all too well that she would be perfect for him.

*A few years later*

“This will be your office,” the sweet secretary informed her. She wasn’t a young secretary, but she wasn’t old either. Somewhere in the middle—she reminded her of her mom and that eased her worry of her new job fresh out of school. “I heard you know your office neighbor here. He gave you a glowing recommendation saying “the bosses would be fools to not hire you” I believe was how he phrased it. They’re all very excited to have you on board.”

She blinked, setting her box down of trinkets she collected ready to have her first big job. A list of clients sat on her desk. She was ready to get started—eager even. Excited and nervous all at once. The box of trinkets would make her office homier and she started setting out the calendar and picture frames as she shook her head at the woman helping her get the lay of the land. “That can’t be right, my professors did my recommendations...I can’t imagine my professors saying that about me,” she chuckled nervously. “I think they liked me and all but—”

“No, no!” She interrupted with a giggle. “Pardon me, one of your references, Harry; Harry Styles,” she smirked.

Blinking in surprise, she felt her lips part in a breathless gasp. She had asked Harry as a parting gift of sorts if he’d be willing to be a reference for her on her job applications. “I don’t think anyone really knows my work ethic the way you do,” she admitted. “I understand if you don’t want to, I’d be willing to be a reference for you as well either—”

“Sure,” he shrugged. “No problem. That’s probably a good idea. Thank you.”

“Harry works here?” She asked, completely dumbfounded. She shouldn’t have been. She should have known of all the gin joints. Her heart pounded and the air in the room felt thin. When she had sent her applications and resumes out to every firm in the area, she didn’t dream that she would still be side by side with Harry. There were easily fifty or so firms in the city. There was no way the length of their lives on this zipper extended to work post-graduation.

“I thought that was why you applied here. Harry made it seem like you both—”

“Hi,” speak of the devil. She wanted to know the end of that sentence. The idea that Harry made it seem like anything was between them—friendship, collegiate respect, anything—seemed paradoxical.

But here he was in all his brilliant and handsome glory.

Harry looked effortlessly beautiful and nearly seductive standing in her office doorway. He was wearing a suit, but it looked like it was nearly painted on him—hugging each of his defined arms and seemed to stretch perfectly over his long legs. Throughout their schooling and university, she wondered when he had time to hit the gym because he didn’t go while she walked on the treadmill and read her textbooks—the one time the zipper of life skipped over their meeting. But it was obvious he had found time. Again, she wasn’t immune to his good looks and persona. She had seen him be nice and lovely to everyone he knew time and time again.

Just not her.

His hair was styled just so, and she could practically see the sweet secretary swooning at the sight of him. “Welcome,” he said. He looked like a kid to her. As if his mom told him to say hi and wish her a happy birthday or something even though he didn’t want to. He smiled weakly at her. It felt forced.

“Hi,” she answered, still in shock.

He nodded at her and left without another word. “He’s dreamy,” she said with an all too familiar sigh. “I don’t know how anyone gets any work done around here.”

She shook her head. “I can’t believe he works here.”

“I completely assumed he told you about the position...His friend is one of the senior partners,” she shrugged. “Louis?” She said. “I think Louis’ younger sister knows of you both or something.” She tilted her head at the woman. “I know everything,” she shrugged.

“You sure do,” she smirked. “Uh...no, I didn’t know Harry worked here.”

“I think it was Harry’s plan along with Louis or whatever—since they were young. They hang out a lot here.”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “I didn’t know that.”

“I didn’t mean to say Harry’s the reason you got the job—your qualifications are outstanding and—”

“No, no, you’re fine,” she promised. “I know what you meant.”

Poor Harry.

For the most part though, the two rarely interacted. They would run into each other in the break room or near the copier in the storage room. On one occasion Harry asked her to read over his outline for a case to make sure he hit all the major components of what he needed to do. Every so often Harry would bring her tea and not say anything at all to her. She found it odd and thanked him even though he never spoke to her.

She was oddly comforted by the fact he was just one room over.

There was a gentle knock on her door before it opened. “Some of us are getting Chinese food and I noticed you’ve been holed up all day—are you okay?” Harry appeared speaking the longest sentence that wasn’t about schoolwork or a case in their entire life. And he even asked about her well-being.

She wasn’t okay. She had a headache, something fierce. It started at the bridge of her nose, gripped the back of her eyes, and was reaching for the back of her head. “Yeah,” she murmured not looking up from her papers on her desk. Her voice sounded weak and scratchy. How long had it been since she looked up? Her neck felt cramped as she raised her head slowly to look at Harry. She wished she had a glass of water.

“Kitten...y’don’t look so good,” he said quietly.

“M’okay...M’jus not feeling so well,” she shrugged. “But I have to get this done,” she told him. “I think I skipped lunch,” if she could fathom the idea of using any part of her brain for something other than this case, she would have noted how Harry so sweetly called her kitten.

He sighed, almost annoyed and she briefly wondered what she did wrong now. He disappeared for a moment. Within an instant he came back with water, pills, and a protein bar. “I’ll get some Chinese for you too.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled glancing briefly at how pretty he looked in his suit and how kind it was of him to bring her medicine. “I’ll Venmo—”

“Shh,” he said and turned off the overhead light of her office as he left. Leaving her in darkness except for the desk lamp to her left. “Try a nap on the couch,” he said. “I’ll wake you when the food is here.”

“Kitten,” he said softly. He gently shook her, and she tried to remember if Harry had ever touched her in their entire lives. The smell of greasy, salty food woke her up the rest of the way. Harry seemed to know her Chinese food order. She searched her memories if they ever ordered Chinese together and how he remembered.

“How’d you know what to get?” She asked stupidly. She could blame the headache or the lack of sleep if he said something mean about it.

He didn’t. “Your friends ordered at a party junior year,” he shrugged. “Remembered what you liked.”

“Oh.” He waited until she was upright and eating—staring at her like one of their science experiments from school. “Do you want some—”

“No, just making sure you actually eat.”

She felt her face warm, and she shook her head. “Uh. Thanks, that’s not necessary.”

“Well clearly it is if y’forget t’eat lunch and make yourself sick.” Again, her face heated up, but she said nothing because he was right. “What are you working on, anyway?” He asked. “That you’re skipping lunch and everything.”

“Uh...I just want to make a good impression and make sure I’m doing everything I can.”

“I’ve never known you to not give a hundred and twenty percent, love. If anyone has a question about your qualifications, you can send them to me.”

“How come you get to act like a partner?” She asked. “M’not jealous or anything—I’m just wondering why—”

“Louis always said I was brilliant or whatever,” he said casually with a shrug. He wasn’t bragging. He was just stating a fact. It was true too. Harry was brilliant. “I always told him it was because I worked with you, but he didn’t believe me. So, when he saw m’name as a reference on your application, I told him he would understand it was your brilliance that helped me be so successful and if he didn’t hire you, it would be a terrible mistake in his career because you would go be perfect and wonderful somewhere else. He’s seen your work, trust me, kitten. He knows how hard you’re working and you’re making an unbelievable impression. You don’t need to skip lunch t’prove your worth.”

This by far was the kindest thing Harry ever said of her—maybe anyone had ever said of her. She was speechless. Maybe it was the sleep still on her brain. Or the pain in her head that caused Harry to turn off the lights, so it was dark and quiet in her office. Or maybe it was because Harry finally said something sweet about her. But she finally worked up the courage to ask a question that had bothered her for their entire lives. “How come you don’t like me?” Her voice was so quiet it pained Harry.

He shook his head. “I like you,” he said with an eye roll. She wondered if it was no longer hard for him to lie like that. Countless people must have asked him over the years. Certainly, by now he perfected the tone and emotion needed to get people off the subject.

“Not really,” she said with sigh. When they were younger it definitely upset her more that Harry disliked her so much. When people asked she would feel a sting come behind her eyes because it would have made all the sense in the world for Harry to be her best friend. Now, it was just a matter of fact. NaCl was salt, flowers bloomed in spring, and Harry didn’t like her. “It’s fine...” but her voice cracked just a hair like it used to when she was asked about why Harry didn’t like her at all. “I just...I don’t know. We would have been really good friends if you did...that’s all,” she gave a small shrug eating another bite of her food.

“You want to be friends?” He questioned, surprised. Even though he was a dick to her she wanted to be friends. She seemed to be a glutton for punishment.

“Well,” she cleared her throat pushing her orange chicken through her fried rice as a distraction. “I guess we’re kind of old to be asking that,” she said quietly. “We just spent a lot of time together growing up. I think it would have made sense,” she explained. It felt like she was arguing another case, it was far more awkward though and while she would have liked to win, she didn’t know if it was worth it. “It’s fine...you don’t have to be my friend. Thank you for the food.”

“Kitten, I,” he sighed and ran his hand over his face pinching his lower lip between his fingers. She could tell from the tone in his voice he was exasperated by her. She should have just eaten faster and let him leave without the third degree. “We can be friends.”

She blinked at her food and then turned to look at him. “We can?”

He tilted his head at her and rolled his eyes. “Would it make you happy?” He asked.

She was lucky her brain wasn’t fully functioning due to the lack of food. That was a weird question for him to ask. Harry never once cared if she was happy or not the entire time that she knew him. “Yes.”

“Then we can be friends.”

Despite their newly found friendship, she tried not to overwhelm Harry. They made small talk when they ran into each other at the office. About once a week Harry would text her asking if she would like to carpool to work and she politely declined because again, she didn’t want to bother him.

“Hey, I’m going to meet a client at Starbucks, do you want any coffee when I get—oh,” she said softly. For the entire time she’d known Harry, she had never seen one hair out of place. Not one shirt collar unpressed. A shoelace never untied.

Right now, Harry’s hair was clearly the result of running his hand through it several times over, his eyes rimmed red, and his papers on his desk distributed haphazardly on the floor. “Go away,” he grumbled looking at the ground.

“Harry, are you alright?” She asked quickly closing the door behind her.

“Fine,” he spit. “Just leave.”

“Uh, no,” she swallowed the nervousness down. She thought about how nice he was when she wasn’t feeling well. She wanted to return the favor if she could. Whatever his outburst was about, she wanted to help. “You don’t look okay. What’s wrong? Can I help—”

“No,” he said firmly.

“Harry, seriously.”

“M’mum was in a car accident, Gem called,” he snapped. He had his head hung low as he pressed his hands to the back of his head. “I have a disposition in an hour and Mum’s in surgery. Okay. Are you happy?”

She blinked. No, she wasn’t happy. But she knew why he snapped. That answered her question about what his relationship with his mom was like. “Harry, I’m so sorry.”

“Whatever,” he sniffed.

“Harry...you...you should go to the hospital.”

God she was infuriating; this friendship thing was a stupid idea. She was too nice and sweet. “Did you not—”

“Harry, it’s your mom,” she reminded him. He looked up at her, again the startling contrast of his usual put together self and this...broken man made her weak. She wanted to pluck every piece of pain from his body and put it somewhere that would never find him again.

“I know!” he nearly shouted. “I can’t leave though,” he said softer than his shout. It was agonizing, she knew it was breaking him.

“I can do your disposition Harry. You have to go to the hospital.”

“You don’t know the case.”

“Give me the highlights.”

He looked up finally, right in her eyes and stared at her. “You would really do this?” He asked. She nodded. “What about your client?”

“I’ll reschedule. This is more important.”

“I can’t lose this one.”

“I’ll do my level best,” she promised. “Trust me.” He did. Implicitly. All the school projects, every presentation, any time Harry forgot something he knew she wouldn’t. She was always there to make everything they did better. “Just go and don’t worry about this.”

Harry sucked his lip into his mouth as she put the phone to her ear and quickly told the other end of the line she had to reschedule because of a family emergency—but she left out that it wasn’t her family. They could do dinner this evening if she’d like on short notice or coffee tomorrow. It was done with ease and grace. The client at the other end didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. “I don’t think I can do this,” Harry admitted; he wasn’t sure he would tell anyone else that except the girl he had known for his whole life. In Harry’s eyes, no one knew him better—even if she didn’t know it. “This client is very particular, and he’s mean and—”

“I can handle mean,” she said firmly. Harry wasn’t in the headspace to realize she could handle mean because of him. “Harry, you’re going to the hospital. You won’t do a good job if your mind is on your mom and you’re worrying the whole time. Then you’ll be worried you’re ruining the disposition so just let me help.”

He nodded solemnly. She was right, of course. She waited for him to make his decision. His knee bouncing the whole time as she picked the papers off his floor, and she organized them into neat little piles on his desk. “Okay.”

“Okay,” she said and pulled her phone from her purse. “Hit me,” she said holding the phone out to him ready to record.

Harry arrived at the hospital. Gemma was in tears but in such shock as she gazed at her arriving brother. “Are you really here?” She asked hugging him tight. He nodded, squeezing her hard.

“How’s Mum?” He asked ignoring her obvious question that he would never willingly leave work—especially if he had an important meeting.

“She’s okay,” she said, eyes red and teary. She nodded firmly. “It was really scary because they wouldn’t say until I got here. Surgery is needed but not life or death,” she explained. “She’ll be ready to see us in a few moments.”

Harry sighed with relief and sat in the waiting room chair. “Christ,” he muttered.

“I thought you had a disposition?” Harry quickly explained the situation and that the sweet girl was taking care of it. “You work with her?” Gemma asked. Harry nodded.

“Yeah, why?”

She shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re...paired again. It’s just fate, y’know?” She mumbled. “S’nice you have her to look after you. To have someone you know and trust nearby,” she told her younger brother. “I love her,” she said with a shrug. “Even if you don’t.”

Harry ignored her. He was focused on his mom. He was relieved she was okay. But he wanted to see her.

His phone vibrated with a text from her. She promised an update as soon as the disposition was finished.

All done. Went well. I left notes on your desk. Let me know if you need anything. Wish your mom and Gem well. Don’t worry about anything else here.

Thank you, kitten.

“Kitten, hmm?”

“Yeah.”

Harry locked his phone. When they went to the room where his mother lay looking banged up but alive, he nearly cried. “Hi Mum,” he sniffed.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” she smirked easily. Nearly unaffected by the wires and tubes. “How’d you get out of work?” Gemma was delighted to tell the tale of the sweet girl. “Oh, I love her,” Anne grinned tiredly. “Why didn’t you ever bring her home, Harry?” She wondered. Harry started to answer but the arrival of a get-well basket on behalf of that sweet girl made its way through the threshold halting all of Harry’s thoughts of an excuse.

Because he really didn’t know why he never brought her home.

At the company party Harry eyed her from across the way. They were definitely friendlier, but Harry was hedging his bets. First and foremost, he was still hesitant to be in love with her. She was perfect and if he thought for two seconds longer, he would realize his stupid idea that he shouldn’t be in love with someone he’s known his whole life wasn’t his issue. Perhaps his issue was that she was perfect, and Harry was not. It seemed cruel for fate to tempt him like that. But maybe there was a reason she was so heavily involved in every aspect of his life.

Harry also wasn’t blind to the implications of dating a coworker.

But most importantly to him, she was so good at everything he couldn’t imagine being a subpar boyfriend when she deserved the very best. Harry didn’t even know how to be a boyfriend. Because of all the schoolwork he focused on he rarely dated anyone longer than a few dates or the occasional hookup.

And he had seen her in action as a girlfriend. Their junior year of university she dated a guy that she obviously adored for nearly a year and a half. She was naturally perfect. Went to every basketball game he was in, brought him soup when he wasn’t feeling well, and looked over his work for him before he turned it in. He was exactly what Harry imagined her boyfriend would be like. Attractive, hardworking, and very sweet to her. They met at the gym while she was studying for her ethics class on the treadmill (he only knew this because he told the story at a party, they both attended and Harry was intently listening).

The only problem Harry had with him—besides the fact he was dating the girl he spent so much time with—was he was not ambitious, and he never planned any of their dates. Harry hated him. She deserved flowers and coffee dates. Ice skating and movies. Once while she was on the phone with her sister when Harry was arriving at one of their study sessions, he knew she wanted a carriage ride around the park at Christmas. It wasn’t hard to figure out, so he was glad when he found out she broke up with him. Even if Harry didn’t like her, he knew she deserved more than that.

“Harry!” It was the client he had to skip out on for his mum the other day. “How’s your mum?” He asked.

“She’s fine, thank you. I’m sorry for the short notice of me not being there,” he said seriously.

“I was mad as hell when she told me you left. I think I screamed at her,” he admitted. Harry didn’t like that at all. The way his blood boiled at the idea of anyone yelling at her made him want to punch his client. Harry never thought himself a violent person, but here he was angry on behalf of a girl he only barely liked. It made him even madder that she didn’t mention anything at all about getting yelled at either. “But she was incredible! You can leave me with her anytime—she was brilliant and poised. I don’t think anyone suspected anything she had to say.”

“Yes, she’s very good,” Harry murmured around a sip of his drink. He was right, too. No one ever suspected the sweet girl to know anything. She was all eyes and beauty. She was softspoken, but her words carried weight. It would be entirely unfair for her to be exceedingly intelligent too. But she was. Harry hated the way people underestimated her, especially when they were paired together. It was like they thought he was only paired with her because she was pretty.

“She’s easy on the eyes too,” he winked at Harry. Harry gripped his drink tighter as he envisioned shattering the glass over top of his head.

“Ha, yeah.”

“Well thank you. I’m glad your mum is okay. I’ll keep you posted about the next meetings,” he said.

Harry nodded. “Have a drink on my tab, please,” he said gratefully.

Harry was suddenly at her side. “You didn’t tell me he yelled at you,” he said interrupting whatever conversation she was in currently.

“Uh, sorry,” she said softly clearing her throat to the gathering that eyed Harry like they’d never seen a man before. It was clear the interruption didn’t bother them solely because Harry was the one interrupting and it gave them an excuse to ogle him up close. She was lucky she spent so much time with him growing up. She could ogle at her own leisure. “Excuse me,” she grabbed Harry by the forearm, and he swore it felt like fire where she touched him. He wracked his brain for a memory if she ever touched him before this moment. “Come again?”

“My client. He told me he yelled at you. You didn’t tell me that.”

“Uh...you were kind of busy Harry. I’m used to getting yelled at, it wasn’t a big deal to—”

“Who yells at you?” He asked quickly. “Why would they yell at you?” Harry felt his blood boiling and he didn’t really know why. He wanted to put her in his office and monitor every interaction she had with anyone else in the world. She should never be yelled at—he would be sure of it going forward.

“Well clients mostly, my sister, you, this woman yelled at me one time at the grocery store—”

“I’ve never yelled at you.”

“Yes, you have,” she shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. We work in a business of yelling, Harry.”

He wanted to throw his glass across the room now. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“Seriously?” She asked.

“Seriously, what?”

“It’s really okay, Harry. I’ve been yelled at before.”

“But you shouldn’t be,” he was exasperated again. It was a quick switch to get to this breaking point of her complete non-understanding of why he was mad. But she didn’t really know why he was mad, and it was unfair of Harry to be so agitated by her when he didn’t even know why he was mad.

“Harry,” she said gently and put a hand on his forearm and gave him a squeeze. She gazed at him with those beautiful, lovely eyes and Harry could feel himself melting at the sweet expression on her face. “It’s okay,” she promised. He tore his arm from her and stalked off angrily sipping his drink before he did something like tell her she loved him.

So much for friends. She thought to herself.

Harry never really avoided her at firm parties. But he seemed like he was at this one. She hadn’t seen him in a while, and it oddly made her uncomfortable to not knowing where he was. She supposed since she had been with him for nearly 20 years of her life, when he wasn’t around, she knew. It didn’t make the party any less fun nor did it deter her from chatting with potential and current clients.

“Hello there,” a man said while she waited for her drink at the bar. She could tell he had too much to drink. It was another member of their team. Someone she saw on a very rare occasion. His client load was substantial and kept him busy and away from the office most days.

“Hi,” she said politely. He was a tall man. And with the alcohol coursing his bloodstream he knew very little of personal space.

“You’re very pretty,” he slurred. Her face felt hot at his assessment, and she wished she wasn’t by herself.

“Thank you,” she said gently and walked toward a group of the women she was chatting with before she headed to the bar to get another drink.

“I’ve seen you around,” he said following her another step. “You’re very smart.”

“Try to be—I have to get back to my friends,” she said gesturing to the women nearby. He frowned but she could feel his gaze on her back as she hurried back over. Fortunately, he was gone when she glanced back.

At the end of the party, she told her friends she was going to use the restroom before she left and not to worry. She would see them on Monday. What she hadn’t accounted for was the stupid drunk man to be in the darkly lit hallway leading to the bathrooms when she exited. “Hello, again.”

Shit.

“Hi,” she said gently. She sounded a lot braver than she was. There was no one in sight at all.

“I wanted to tell you how pretty you were earlier.”

“You did.”

“Well, I wanted to tell you again.”

“Thank you,” she said and stepped forward to brush past him. He grabbed her arm. She felt her fight or flight kick in and she desperately wanted to fly. “Excuse me, I’m leaving. I’m expected home soon—”

“Can’t you come home with me?” He asked with a sick smirk on his face.

She shook her head. “Let go of me,” she said firmly.

“Come on, I can make it worth your while,” he pulled her arm hard making the space between them almost disappear. She didn’t like how small she felt. She hated that about her job. She was constantly made to feel small because she was a woman. His height didn’t help. Neither did the alcohol.

But right now, it was a hundred times worse, and it made her stomach churn. She wanted to throw up and for a moment she thought maybe that would help her escape. “No thank you,” she said pulling harder on her arm that would surely have a bruise when she looked later.

“Well how about right here?” His smile was evil and vile. She really wanted to throw up now. Why didn’t she just go home with her friends?

With as much force as she could muster, she stomped on his inner foot, and he gasped and released her arm in shock. “Fuck!” He shouted. She hurried down the hall, tears filling her vision but somehow, he was right behind her, grabbing her arm again and pushing her against the wall causing her to yelp. “You’re going to regret that,” he snarled in her ear.

Before she had time to cry or vomit (or both) his presence was gone, and she fell to the floor at the lack of pressure against her body. She scrambled to her feet and turned to see Harry towering over the man he had clearly thrown to the ground. The panic flooding her body subsided immensely. Her heart rate was still elevated on behalf of Harry but seeing him made her feel so much safer.

“She said no,” Harry said with so much anger in his voice she was terrified. He dared one glance back at her to see her back on her feet. His eyes were furious. She had seen him argue in mock trials and even been to some of his real court dates. Harry may have disliked her for a long part of their lives, but she had never seen hatred like this.

She would have hated to be the man on the receiving end of his look. “She’s a taunting little bitch. I’ve heard the way you talk about her,” he snapped at Harry. “Leave us alone.”

“I’ve known her my whole life. She knows I don’t talk about her,” Harry said knowingly. His voice was so deep, and the intensity of his words left her woozy; she couldn’t imagine someone protecting her—least of all Harry. And his words were true of course. As much as he disliked her, no one ever had a bad thing to say about her at the hands of Harry. “I will not be leaving her alone.”

She nearly sighed with relief at his statement. He turned quickly, grabbed her hand, and pushed her in front of him as he guided them out of the hallway and out of the restaurant. There were people milling about, but it was late, and it wasn’t crowded by any means. If Harry wasn’t there, she doesn’t want to think about what would have happened. He ushered them a few paces away from the restaurant up the sidewalk.

“Are you alright?” He asked suddenly, he turned her to face him as they stood under the streetlight outside. She was shaking like she was cold, and Harry wanted to reach out and warm her. The last five minutes were catching up to her violently. “Kitten?” He almost snapped, desperate for some indication that she was okay. “Are you okay?”

She nodded then shook her head. “I-I’m fine,” she said and sniffled wiping her sleeve across her nose. “I just want to go home,” she said with an awkward laugh and then the tears started to blur her vision.

“Kitten, I’m not going to leave you alone until I see you lock your door and you’re home safely. So it’s okay to not be okay, just tell me,” again, he sounded exasperated with her.

“Yeah, no I’m okay...” she whimpered biting her lip trying to erase the thoughts from her head of the last few moments. Harry was there and she was okay. “No...no...” she shook her head as the tears steadily fell. She gasped out a strangled cry and Harry pulled her to him immediately. She was overwhelmed by a lot of things but also that he felt so safe and sturdy as he held her. His arms around her protectively, he cupped his hand on the back of her head and one arm around her waist. The sobs left her freely then.

“S’okay,” he said so gently it hurt more than anything that happened to her. Harry being so nice to her nearly wounded her. The safety of his embrace left her breathless. His thumb rubbing over her hair made her weak. “You’re safe, kitten,” he promised. “I got you.”

Harry held her hand the entire cab ride home. She sniffled and each time she did, Harry squeezed her hand reassuringly. The cab stopped outside her apartment building, and she reached for her purse for money. “Stop,” Harry said putting her hand to her side and paying the driver. Harry followed behind her while they made it up the stairs to her second-floor place. Every so often she glanced back to see if Harry was still there. “M’not going anywhere, kitten,” he promised.

She nodded, unlocked her door and pushed inside. “Can I get—”

“Just go sit down, love,” he shook his head at her. “I’ll be right in,” he said making his way for the kitchen. His voice was gentle. Like when she wasn’t feeling well, and he made her nap and eat.

She followed his direction. She felt a little out of place in her own apartment and she twiddled her fingers together as she waited in silence for Harry to come to her living room. He was there shortly, a glass of water for her. She reached out for it, but Harry noticed how her hand was still shaking. “Here,” he said bringing the cup to her lips. He gently cradled the back of her head with his other hand. She felt like a child as Harry helped her drink, but he didn’t pay any mind to the situation at all—he just didn’t want her to spill and make a mess that she would have to worry about right now. “Can I get you anything else?” He wondered. His voice was so deep and gentle in comparison to the hatred he spewed before in every word he spoke.

She shook her head, more tears filling her eyes. “Thank you,” she said gratefully.

He shook his head back at her. “Don’t,” he sighed. “I would never let anything happen to you, kitten,” he promised. Her heart fluttered, despite everything. It was by far one of the sweetest things Harry ever said to her. “I’m glad you’re home safe now. I can leave if you want—"

She was quick to protest. Too quick. “No! Please don’t,” the words rushed out of her mouth before she could stop them. She turned to look at the empty dark apartment as a distraction from her cheeks turning into two red tomatoes. She cleared her throat regaining her composure as she looked back at Harry. She was lucky the tears filled her vision again at the frustration and sadness of her evening overwhelming her again.

“I won’t go until you want me to, kitten,” Harry answered pressing his hand to her face. He brushed his thumb gently over her cheek bone and caught the stray tear that spilled over. His voice was so quiet and soft. It was so different than every interaction he ever had with her.

“Really?” She whispered breathlessly.

“No, baby,” he promised. “I won’t.”

She didn’t think and wrapped herself up in his embrace. It worked so naturally of course. His arms wrapped around her, and he tugged her carefully, so he was snuggled into the corner of her sofa with her cuddled into him. She sighed with relief as tears flowed onto his shirt and coat. She sniveled miserably. “I’ll have to get this dry cleaned for you,” she managed to mumble between her tears.

“Would you please just shut up?” The exasperation was thick in his tone. It kind of made her smile.

“Okay,” she whispered sniveling still.

After a few moments her cries subsided, and Harry let his fingers dance up and down her arm as he held her close to him. He tried not to think about how perfectly she fit in the empty spaces of his body. “Harry?” She asked quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you,” she said again.

He sighed, a bit irritated that she was thanking him for being a decent human being and protecting her. But he knew she was uncomfortable and upset. “You’re welcome, kitten,” he said softly. “Go to sleep.”

“I can’t do that, Harry. His client base is too substantial.”

“Let him leave with them, then,” Harry snapped. He was pacing Louis’ office. Adamant something be done.

“Harry, stop,” Louis rubbed his hand over his face. “We can get her a restraining order if she wants, and we can put him on a different floor so he never—”

“You need to fire him,” Harry said. “Or she and I will take all our clients and leave instead,” he promised.

He stared at his friend. “Harry.”

“Louis, you fire him, or you’ll have to represent me when I kill him.”

There was a knock outside Louis’ door before the pretty girl entered, making the anger in Harry’s heart dissipate immensely. “Oh, hi Harry,” she murmured and looked at her feet nervously. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Tomlinson?” She asked softly.

Harry gazed at her so adoringly, he couldn’t stop himself. His blood was on fire the moment he saw her struggling. He never thought about murdering someone seriously in his whole life. Yet there he was—ready to kill someone on behalf of the sweet girl. “Call me Louis, love. Please.”

She nodded. “Louis, then. Am...I in trouble?” She asked curiously.

Harry sighed in exasperation and ran his hand over his face in disbelief. She stared at Harry curiously as he made his assessment. “You’re an idiot,” he said to her.

She looked at her feet, feeling her face warm at his insult. “Harold,” Louis snapped. “No love, you’re not in trouble. I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Oh.”

There was a bit of silence. “Well, are you alright?” He repeated. Harry wanted to shake her a bit. She was beyond infuriatingly annoying sometimes.

“I’m okay,” she said softly. “Uh...Harry protected me.”

“Yes, he’s decent every once in a while.”

She smirked. “He is.”

“Can I do anything for you to ensure you feel safe while you’re working?”

“Oh, um...no—”

“You can fire him,” Harry repeated.

“Harry, that’s not necessary,” she shook her head, her face feeling flushed.

His right eye twitched and he looked out Louis’ window; stuffed his hands in his pockets as he muttered to himself. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re not safe while you’re here,” Louis said knowingly.

Harry wasn’t watching her, but she looked right at him as she answered Louis. “I feel safe,” she said softly.

Louis smirked and shook his head at Harry who still wasn’t paying any attention. Talk about an idiot in this scenario. “I’m very sorry that happened to you. He will be reprimanded beyond belief, you have my word. We’ll be moving his office to a different floor as well,” he promised.

“Louis, you weren’t there,” Harry reminded him. “You didn’t watch her cry while she fell asleep—”

“Harry!” She gasped at the admission and her face felt warm. That was not something she wanted her boss to know. It painted the wrong picture—even if she slept so well in the comfort of Harry’s arms. Louis didn’t pay any attention to their night spent together, though. He was keeping his eyes on Harry.

“I wanted to kill him,” Harry repeated. She gulped at the idea of Harry doing something so violent for her. Something that would get him thrown in jail for a long while.

“I understand that,” Louis said simply. “Love, I’m very sorry,” he returned his attention to the poor girl who looked wildly uncomfortable. “If there is something I can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask. I know you have Harry in the office next to you, but if he’s not around, I’d be happy to assist you with anything,” he said kindly.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” she said courteously.

“Harold,” Louis said narrowing his eyes at him.

“Whatever,” he grumbled and stalked out of the office.

“I’m...sorry about him,” she said nervously.

“Don’t worry love, I’ve known Harry for a long while. He means well. He’s just thick headed sometimes,” he shrugged. “I’m serious though, if you need something or want something, let me know.”

“I will, thank you.”

Shaking her head, she exited his office and headed back to her own. She grabbed a cup of coffee from the breakroom as she passed it and tried to think about the to-do list she had for the day. Mentally, she added a dry-cleaner stop for Harry’s suit she cried all over as well. It wasn’t much, but it was the least she could do as a thank you for all he did. As she paced the last few steps toward her office, she tried to convince herself the last few moments in Louis’ office were real. Harry was angry at Louis (and maybe her, what else was new?) for something beyond his control. She wondered why he was so adamant but found it sweet in Harry’s own way.

She closed her office door behind her and tilted her head at Harry sitting on the couch. As she entered, he stood up and gazed at her without speaking. It looked like he was looking through her. She bit the inside of her lip as she held the coffee with both of her hands to keep her tingling fingers warm at the idea that Harry was waiting for her. “Can I help you?” She asked.

“I’m going to be a shitty boyfriend.”

She blinked in complete confusion. It was by far the last thing she ever expected Harry to say. “I’m sorry?”

“I get all wrapped up in m’own stuff and I forget dates even though they’re in m’calendar and reminders and everything. It’ll infuriate you. I’ll make up for it with grand sweeping gestures that will maybe make it better, but they might just make y’madder that I can’t remember the little things.”

“Harry, what—”

“M’so in love with you and I’ve been ignoring it since we were kids. The six months I worked here without you were the longest months ’ve gone without seeing you and I didn’t even want t’see you, but I don’t want to go that long without seeing you ever again. I barely want t’go an hour without seeing you and even when I do I think about you the whole time,” he started to pace across her office back and forth as if was retracing his steps to remember all the things he was saying. Like they were written on the carpet.

“Can you just—”

“I’ll be better than that tool y’dated in third year,” she wondered where that came from because she didn’t even know he knew she was dating someone. “I’ll give you everything y’want or need whenever you ask. I’ll plan dates, I’ll take y’anywhere you want t’go, I’ll walk on hot coals for you, if you ask. I love you so goddamn much, love. I want to murder someone for you, and I wouldn’t bat an eyelash; ’ve never felt this way ‘bout anyone before. You’re infuriatingly sweet and y’never know when t’shut up or what’s good for you. It’s probably going t’get y’killed one day and I don’t know how someone s’sweet could be a corporate lawyer. You’re unbelievably challenging in so many ways and y’always remind me that I don’t know everything even though I think I do. Mum and Gemma want me t’bring you t'Sunday dinners.”

She shook her head trying to process all of this it didn’t help that he was jumping from topic to topic. Harry had given speeches in college before. She listened to many of his own closing arguments and of course read countless persuasive essays. This wasn’t anything like any of that. This was wild and out of sorts. She wondered what was flowing in his head and why it was spewing out like this, why it was happening now. “Harry, what are you—”

“You asked me t’be friends because you thought we’d be good friends since we spent all that time together. Quite frankly you’re m’best friend. Even though I was miserable towards you all the time. I don’t know why I did that t’you and s’jus’ another reason you should tell me t’take a hike. No one knows me as well as you do. Sleeping with you on your couch made m’neck so sore I can’t turn it to the left, but it was the best sleep of m’life and I want t’do it over and over again if I can hold you.”

That made her face flood with heat so quickly she was sure she looked bright red. “Harry, honestly, I’m—”

“I will never hurt you and I will never let anyone hurt you while m’around.” This time she didn’t interrupt him she could feel her face soften at his words and she felt like she was going to cry if he talked any longer. “I don’t think I know anyone half s’beautiful as you, kitten, inside or out,” he said softly. Everything else he said felt like a sprint. A rush of words he had been dying to get out for who knows how long. “Please, be my girlfriend,” he said finally, slowly at last.

They stared at each other silently for several moments.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Thank you.”

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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Jason Todd x male!reader

So, I didn't think that this would have a part 2, but it seems you guys like it so why not. A continuation of this request. @soupasses also asked for part 2 of this, but I didn't see your ask so I didn't answer it here, but I did get your other ask and I will get on it as soon as possible.

(Y/N) sighed as he heard Jason getting into the apartment by the fire escape.

" Oh. Why are you awake? " Jason asked as he removed his mask and jacket.

" I had an another nightmare. "

" Oh. Well, give me a minute to change and then I will join you. "

(Y/N) nodded as he moved to Jason's bed. It always helped him sleep better if it was with someone, usually after a nightmare. Or when he felt scared for Jason.

It all depends on the night. Right now, it was a mix of both. Jason came back in his pajamas, laying down next to (Y/N).

" Jay? "

" Yes? "

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. He knew that it was nothing to worry about, but he still needed to know.

" Do you think your family will like me? "

Jason laughed at the question.

" Trust me, they will adore you. I told you that when you came to live with me. I just have to make sure that Bruce doesn't adopt you. "

(Y/N) smiled, moving closer to Jason. He laid his head on Jason's chest. Sometimes he just needs to hear Jason's heartbeat. "

" But in all honesty, don't worry. They will like you. Now try to get some sleep. "

" Okay. "

Jason wrapped his arm around (Y/N), making sure that he was warm and comfortable. They can worry about the dinner later.

(Y/N) was going trough his closet, trying to find something. First impressions matter. Nothing... He huffed in frustration.

" What's wrong? " Jason asked, peaking his head in. He was already dressed and ready to go.

" How did you get dressed so quickly? What the hell? "

" I'm not going to meet the president. "

(Y/N) laughed sarcastically. The cheeky bastard.

" Well, I want to make a good impression. "

" Then put on your beige cargo pants and that plain black shirt. Bam. Problem solved. "

(Y/N) sighed. He wishes to have Jason's calm attitude about this. He listened to Jason either way and changed into those clothes. Jason was right, it was a good combination. He put deodorant on and brushed his teeth.

" You are really scared of this dinner? " Jason asked, as he waited for his turn in the bathroom.

" Yes. I'm meeting Bruce Wayne, the most influential man in Gotham. What I am supposed to wear? "

" Something normal. "

(Y/N) chuckled at Jason, making sure to bump Jason in the process. Jason smiled, knowing why he was nervous, but there was really no need. The entire family was excited to meet him. Bruce even offered legal help to Jason, to make the process easier. Jason couldn't thank Bruce enough for that.

" Come on, take your phone and lets go. Shoes, jacket and go. " Jason said, already prepared at the door.

(Y/N) shot him a glare. No need to rush him.

" You look like a puppy, you are not scaring anyone. "

(Y/N) huffed as he took the jacket from Jason. Jason smiled at his little brother. He was so cute when he was pouting.

Jason glanced at his brother once he parked the car in front of the manor. He was nervous as hell. His hands were sweaty and he was biting his lip.

" You there is no need to be nervous. "

" I know Jay. It's just... I don't know. My head is a mess. "

Jason patted his thigh, turning the car off.

" You know, I would never lie to you. They are going to adore you. And you are probably going to be Bruce's favorite. "

(Y/N) snorted at that.

" And if you feel overwhelmed, even if you feel like it's a false alarm. Okay? "

" You got it, Jay. "

Jason nodded, opening the car door. (Y/N) followed, seeing a man waiting for them. He was wearing the suit and (Y/N) had guessed that it was Alfred. He heard a lot about this man.

" Master Jason, always a pleasure to have you back. And this must be master (Y/N). I am Alfred Pennyworth. "

" You don't have to call me master, my name is just enough. "

" I'm afraid that I can't. Come on you two, your brothers are waiting. "

(Y/N) glanced at Jason as Alfred led them inside. What was he getting into? Jason simply smirked in response. (Y/N) decided to ignore the smirk, opting to look at the walls of the manor. To him, it reeked of rich. He knew that Bruce Wayne was filthy rich and it shouldn't surprise him that this is just the reflection of that, but his Crime Alley heart was going nuts. He preferred smaller spaces and not this big.

" The manor is gorgeous. " (Y/N) commented as they were walking towards the dining room.

" You are right about that. " Jason said.

(Y/N) heart started beating faster as he saw the famous Waynes. He was going to go nuts. Jason had to hide a smirk. (Y/N) was so adorable.

" This is master (Y/N), Jason's half brother. "

All of them stood up, ready to introduce themselves to (Y/N). First up was Bruce, who was smiling at the boy, seeing that the boy was slightly nervous. He stepped aside, letting the others get to him.

Damian was the second one, eyeing him up and down. He already saw the shyness and a hint of anxiety? He shook his hand, muttering his name. (Y/N) smiled at him, moving to meet with Tim. Damian glanced at Jason, who simply raised an eyebrow in question. Damian looked away, watching him interact with Tim.

Jason wasn't sure what to think about (Y/N)'s and Tim's interaction. He wasn't sure why... In fact, he was slightly freaked out. It seems that Tim was sleep deprived again too.

And the last one was Dick. The man was far too energetic, even for Jason's standards. He brought (Y/N) into a hug and that's when Jason stepped in. (Y/N) didn't like such contact with people he wasn't familiar with.

" Okay Dick, leave him be. " Jason said, separating the duo.

Jason led (Y/N) to a chair, making (Y/N) sit between him and Tim. Damian and Dick were on the other side of the table and Bruce was on the head.

" So (Y/N), how come you came to live with Jason? " Damian asked. Jason didn't tell them why he brought (Y/N) home. He didn't tell them about Willis.

" (Y/N), you don't have to. "

" It's okay Jay. " (Y/N) said, turning to look at Damian. " Willis tried to kill. I don't want to go into detail, but it wasn't a pretty sight. I called the cops and they took me to Social Services. He came in the middle of the night and the rest is history. "

Damian didn't say anything, simply nodded and Jason could see that Damian was slightly pissed. Oh my. He got protective of him already. Jason hid a smirk behind his hand. In matter of minutes, (Y/N) had won Damian over.

An accomplishment of a lifetime.

" If you don't mind me asking, when is the trial? " Bruce asked. He was going to help them as much as possible.

" In a month. "

" Do you think you will need to testify? " Dick asked, taking a sip of his water.

" I don't know, I hope I don't. "

Dick didn't know what to say. (Y/N) didn't seem like he was touched by the violence and abuse. They continued to chat before Alfred served the food. They ate in silence and afterwards helped Alfred help. It went well. Jason was suspicious. Nothing goes well at any type of meal in this manor. Nothing goes well here at all.

(Y/N) was happy. The food that Alfred cooked was amazing and he was stuffed. And there was still desert to go through. He didn't know how he was going to do this.

" Alfred, you are an amazing cook. " (Y/N) said, huffing.

" Thank you. Would you like to move to the couch? I will bring something more to drink. "

(Y/N) had to take a deep breath as he moved to the couch that was, thankfully, nearby. (Y/N) plopped down onto the couch, leaning on Jason for support.

" And there is still desert to eat. " Jason said to (Y/N).

(Y/N) smacked Jason's arm, clearly not amused by Jason's remark.

The day turned into evening and Jason was happy to see his brother interacting with others. (Y/N) wasn't so shy anymore and he was more open with them. Life was good.

" Okay (Y/N), I think it's time to go. " Jason said, getting up.

" Already? "

" It's been hours. "

" And? " (Y/N) asked, either completely clueless or knowing exactly what he was doing. Jason concluded that it was the latter.

" You can stay the night, " Bruce said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

The other boys voiced their agreement. Jason was outvoted. Democracy at it's finest.

" Okay, we can stay the night. "

(Y/N) and the boys cheered. Jason sat back down, sighing. He was never going to leave. (Y/N) won't allow it. And to think that (Y/N) was afraid that he wouldn't be liked. His brother is a dumbo.

#jason todd x male reader #dc comics #dc x male reader #batfamily #batkids #red hood x male reader

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝑹 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔

𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 1: 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖'𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 :

This is the first ep of my new series, KEEPING UP WITH THE TR BOYS. Did I make it in an impulse again ? Yes.

Basically no episode would be attached to the other, they're like single separated stories, and the reader would probably be dating someone else in the next ep.

Have fun reading this, I wrote this to run away from my studies and have a little fun too !

Some days ago :

-" Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts, the plane is about to take off."

-" No, you don't get it. I need to get in- Oh fuck it "

-" Shit, my nose ! security!"

Most of the passengers frowned, watching the guy with blond and blue locks erupting in the plane, purple eyes traveling from one passenger to another until they found you.

Your words got caught in your throat as he shout your name, you glanced slightly at your father who already was rolling his eyes, and stood up.

-" Rin' ? What are you doing here?"

-" Look, I know... Oh shit " he took a deep breath, tired of running everywhere in the airport before passing a hand through his hair. " I know I said I'd be okay if you left for that university, but... I don't think I'm actually okay. "

You frowned and made a step toward him.

-" Rin, the plane is about-"

-" I don't care about the fucking plane ? Nor about the security I've just hit. I'm here cause... "

- " cause ? " You insisted, nearly twenty years of friendship and he still kept the words for himself in the worst moment. He bit his lower lip and said, fuck it.

-" Cause I only care about you. Remember that day I said you could date that highschool guy ? Well it was me who sent him to the hospital after he tried to kiss you-"

-" What the-"

-" Yeah I know that's fucked up that I always need to be at a hairsbreadth of losing you to actually get it. I know, I'm not the smartest of 'em, and I know your father hates me. But y'know ? I passed by that jeweler, and I said I wanted the best fucking ring for the best fucking girl, and he said I was probably in... love... ? And you know the worst ?" A scoff left his mouth, while your jaw nearly dropped seeing his hand reaching for a small box in his pocket.

-" The worst is, I'm scared he's probably right. "

•

Some days after :

-" I don't like this suit. " Rindou grumbled, adjusting the collar of his suit for the nthe time. " Feels like I'm wearing a giant condom. "

-" Well, that would mean you're a giant dick. " Kokonoi standing next to him answered. " Which is true."

-" Have. I correct you. I have a giant-"

-" can we like, be a little civilized? We're in god's house please. "

Both men threw a side eyed look at Kakucho standing in the middle of the aisle.

-" Man. You literally got your wedding officiant license online. "

-" yeah. On the laptop Ran uses to watch porn, chill bro. "

They ignored whatever thing Kakucho started mumbling and glanced in front of them, watching the guests sitting on the benches.

The front row places were mainly occupied by Mikey and Haruchiyo, both throwing death glares at everyone getting a little too near the buffet. Next to them sat Wakasa and Benkei, scowl on their faces.

-" it's a blasphemy for him , to marry people."

They turned toward the voice that just roared from the second row. Taiju was sitting there, arms crossed and gritted teeth.

-" I bet it's his first time entering a church. "

-" Who invited him ?" Manjiro deadpanned while chewing on one of the pastries that was supposed to be served after the ceremony, Haruchiyo shrugged.

-" Guess he just heard the word church, and poof, he was there. "

- " Aw, jus' like Waka' with the word pussy. " Benkei scoffed, earning a smirk from Haruchiyo.

-" Shut the fuck up. "

-" Why's he so bitter?" Haru gestured to Wakasa who just scolded.

-" more than usual, you mean ? Well I believe that's because he's thirty seven, attending the wedding of a boy nearly half his age. "

-" I'm not jealous " Wakasa frowned and turned toward his friend.

Well maybe was it just a little bit humiliating, maybe did he felt like the single old uncle in there, maybe did he even wondered slightly why did he never thought about getting married.

-" You said that, I didn't ".

-" Whatever. " He rolled his eyes. " Tsk, this wedding sucks, the groom sucks, and the bride... " His co-workers watched a smirk getting drawn on his features. " Might wanna know if she sucks- "

-" She's nineteen. "

-" Shit, yeah, this wedding sucks. "

-" Besides " they all turned to Mikey, surprised he even talked. " I don't see a ring on your finger either, Benkei. "

The latter winced slightly, while a smirk crept up on Wakasa's lips.

-" yeah, we might be getting old. "

-" You're getting old" Wakasa, again. " I'm aging like fine wine. "

-" Oh yeah, so you're telling me this hairstyle isn't screaming midlife crisis ?"

-" Funny you're talking about hair when you have none. "

-" Where are the other guests anyway ?" Benkei rolled his eyes eyeing the almost empty church, his friend shrugged.

-" There's none ? Nobody likes him, pathetic."

-" No, you know what actually ?" Sanzu leaned in to whisper toward them, earning their attention. " I heard the bride's father's not really into Haitani, nor into delinquents. Her family might not be attending. "

Their expressions turned from bored to suddenly more interested, yes yes, even Wakasa's.

-" So you're telling me, she's cutting off her family for that boy " Benkei pointed at Rindou, shuffling with his necktie.

-" I swear this youth... Seriously, all of this for Haitani ?" Wakasa pointed, just before Taiju who was sitting right behind them stood up to change his seat.

-" I didn't signed up for a seat behind the desperate housewives. "

-" Who invited him again ?"

Just as Mikey asked again, Shion bursted running in front of them, hair slightly messy and shirt disheveled.

-" What the hell-"

-" Okay guys, so hello " he goofily smiled. " Um, just wanted to ask, like it's totally a random question. But , haven't you seen like, by any chance, a velvet red box randomly laying down somewhere ? Again, it's totally random-"

-" I'm begging to any god up there " Wakasa threw his head back desperately. " Or to any flying train to take my fucking sool "

-" don't tell me, you actually lost the wedding rings ?" Benkei's voice dropped, making the blond wince.

-" Okay, I won't tell you I actually lost the wedding rings... "

One, two, three seconds of looking at each other dead in the eyes were enough for them to understand.

-" Oh shit... "

-" This shit's getting more and more interesting, I like " Haru smirked and Manjiro nodded.

-" Yeah, we need more pastries. Go ".

Almost at the back of the room, stood the groom's brother throwing a disdainful look at Mitsuya who had just arrived.

-" I don't remember inviting you. " He crossed his arms and honestly regretted he didn't thought about bringing his baton.

-" I came to see my work on the lovely bride." Mitsuya replied, completely unimpressed while deciding of which seat to take, he smirked when he caught sight of Taiju and decided to head there before he was interrupted by Ran.

-" the lovely bride who's a Haitani now, careful, fucker. And besides, I thought you didn't want to make the dress ?"

Takashi rolled his eyes and bored them into his forever opponent. -" I didn't do it two weeks ago when you threatened me to kidnap my sisters, I did it for her, because she deserves a dress as pretty as her. At least, with the groom the poor girl got herself. "

Though he whispered the last part, Ran heard it perfectly and balled his fists, ready to fight but soon, the first notes of the music started playing in the background, and he was forced to join his brother quickly.

And with every inches of you his eyes roam, Rindou understood why kings fought wars, what poets spent their lives trying to word out. In that mind-blowing white dress, where each curve and each edge of you was a work of art, then his eyes met yours, halfway holding your brother's arm as he walked you down the aisle, and it was the first time he'd ever felt such a painful heat in his chest.

He found your eyes, and yes he found it. The beat that been missing on the songs he used to mix, the beat that been missing everytime his heart jumps... He found it in the shy smile you gave, the feelings he had for his best friend, that he's been burying for years. And like an angel, you walked to him, crept up inside the deepest corners of his heart like you owned the place.

Yes, Rindou Haitani, the delinquent, the Roppongi ruler, was left speechless.

-" She's a ten, better keep her before she figures out who's the prettiest brother is " Ran whispered in his ear, bringing him out of his trance-like state, Rindou rolled his eyes with a slight smirk on his face, then quickly focused back when your brother let you go to let you stand in front of him.

-" Hi you " his deep voice whispered under the dying music, and you could've got lost in the way his eyes were drinking on you. " Y'look like a damn dream ".

-" And I like this suit on you " you replied back, before Kakucho started his speech.

Being there, in front of Tokyo's biggest delinquents getting married to Haitani Rindou with just your brother and your bridesmaids as guests wasn't the way you exactly imagined your wedding day.

But, you would've never imagined Rindou would actually confess with a wedding ring, begging you to not leave the country for the university your father wanted you to attend.

It was not extravagant, nor a perfect fairytale with white doves and horses.

It was real, true, like the love both of you shared. Rindou loved you in shades of wrong, he loved you in hidden stares and thoughtful nights. Loved you in knuckles getting bloody for you, in songs being secretly written for you that only the fireplace would ever read.

It was young, just as all the guests. Just as the first time you met him.

It was fast, unlike the way Rindou confessed his love after years of being your " best friend ".

But isn't it where you find raw, real love ? At airports, at hospitals, cemeteries, and half empty churches ?

Through the whole speech of Kakucho, Rindou's eyes never left yours. A knot forming in his throat, why did his heart felt suddenly so full realizing you were there, all in white for him ? He acknowledged he didn't deserved this, or you. But in that small church, next to his forever ride or die, Ran, in front of his partners in crime, he was yearning to none but to hold you, like an oath, like a promise.

It was his turn to utter his vows now, he already knew he wouldn't be as good with words as you had been with your vows, making him feel like fucking you there in front of everyone. He took a deep breath and glanced at his brother quickly for some comfort before looking back at you.

-" I know I'm supposed to say I promise to honor you, and to obey you. But we both know I won't, you perfectly know I won't hesitate to fuck the insolence outta you whenever you start acting like a brat. "

- " Honestly I could've made it 'til the end of my life without this info" Wakasa interrupted before being shushed by Kakucho.

-" and I know I always say you got a stupid face, but that's the actual stupid face keepin' a fucker like me up at night, thinking about ways to make you smile again. "

Your heart missed a beat, watching your best friend struggling with his words, tugging at his hair, biting his lips, but his eyes on yours have never been this true...

-" I testify " Ran smirked as he leaned a little against you. " He's so pussy whipped that he's not even throwing parties anymore."

-" Would you stop interrupting?"

-" none of them would've dared if I was the wedding officiant. " Taiju, crossed arms grunt, and Sanzu quickly arched an eyebrow.

-" I'd like to see you stop us, bitch ?"

The Shiba stood up, angry eyes focused on the pink haired man but your quiet voice reached his ears, and with a crooked eyebrow you warned.

-" I swear to God if in the next second you're not sat down and stop ruining my wedding... "

And he was sat...

-" That was hot. " Wakasa whispered to Benkei.

-" She's still nineteen though. "

-" But she's kinda hot though " Mikey repeated, everlasting bored look on his face, before Rindou glared at them and resumed.

-" Anyway. I'm prolly still a teenage dirtbag, making my life outta gangs. And you're... Fucking gorgeous, and so much smarter, and I know I don't deserve you. But... I also know I'm too damn selfish to let go of the only bitch who's got me talking about love in front of the shittiest Tokyo's men".

A bunch of " woo " could be heard from the small crowd, but all your attention, and heartbeats were stolen by the sincere words of your soon to be husband.

-" Baby. lemme shout on every rooftop that you're a Haitani. Give me your hot nights, lazy mornings and busy afternoons to show you how fucking proud I am to call you mine."

Yes, it was messy, and most definitely the less poetic vows ever uttered. But Rindou Haitani loved in shades of wrong, he loved in rock beats not in proses, loved in curses and desperate love confessions.

And you wouldn't change a thing.

Nothing could've stopped you from throwing yourself in his arms, eyes tingling with tears. Not even Taiju who stood up and started shouting.

-" You are not married yet. Don't touch her, it's sin ! God sees everything!"

-" Who invited him again?"

-" I'm back ! Holy fuck " That was Shion, bursting in the room again, even more messed up and nearly tripping on the rug on his way to Ran. "And I got the rings ! Guess what, Benkei bitch ? " He turned slightly toward Arashi. " I didn't lost them. You are the one who lost. Yeah, lost your mind, old man. "

-" Why is the box wet ?" Ran raised an eyebrow, taking it from his hands and Shion rolled his eyes.

-" why's this, why's that, life is not always about knowing , you know that Haitani ?"

Ran stared blankly at him for what seemed like seconds, before he shook his head and dismissed him, handing the small velvet box to his brother.

-" Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace. "

Silence took over the whole room, Kakucho's lips curled in a smile, ready to announce both of you married.

But the door flew open and the loud thud startled all of you to look toward the man bursting in.

-" It's me !"

-" Oh shit... "

-" See ? I told you this wedding's gonna be fun ".

-" Hold the rings a sec, bro. Gonna rip his fucking throat " Rindou began rolling up his sleeves, ready to beat Hanma to death before the latter tilted his head to the side curiously.

-" why's everyone looking at me ? Got something on my face ?"

-" Other than your usual ugliness, you mean ? Oh nothing more than objecting at the fucking wedding !" Mitsuya talked for the first time, rolling his eyes.

Shuji seemed to process the words in his head for some seconds, before he suddenly burst out in an uncontrollable laughter that got everyone even more mad.

-" Don't fucking hold me ! Lemme get him !" Rindou struggled in Kakucho's arms, before Hanma finally stopped, or not, laughing and grinned at him.

-" Man, I don't plan on stealing ya girl " his eyes drifted toward you before his grin fell, and he seemed to think for some seconds. " Or maybe I am ? Yeah, someday... But that's a problem for another day. I just attended the wrong party, dude. "

As confusion rose between the small crowd at how he could have possibly attended the wrong party , he found himself a seat next to his co-workers and Manjiro raised an eyebrow at him seeing what he got in his hands.

-" From where did you got the cake ?"

Hanma grinned before answering.

-" Oh, this ? I actually attended a birthday party, believe it or not the kids there gave me all their cakes. And they, strangely called me... Slenderman? Yeah kids are nice ".

- " the most surprising thing is that you, Hanma Shuji, were actually able to cross the church's threshold. "

-" Dude that's not funny. Besides, yeah I was surprised too? "

-" So ! What I was saying before getting interrupted - for the millionth time- was that..."

Kakucho smirked slightly, uttering your name and making your heart beat faster.

-" ... And Rindou Haitani, I now announce you... Husband and wife, you may-"

-" fucking finally " Rindou grunt, pulling you by the wrist and in a split second, you're caught in the whirlwind of Rindou Haitani's lips moving against yours, cheers and dirty words of his friends getting muffled by his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

-" Okay, enough guys... Keep some for tonight, we don't have to see it all... "

-" Well I wouldn't mind... "

-" So Ran " Mochi's hand teasingly wrapped around Ran's shoulder. " How's it feels knowing your brother will turn to a man tonight ?"

-" I'd be a fool to think my brother is a virgin " he rolled his eyes, his words catching a certain Taiju's attention. " Walls are pretty thin where we live and the bride's kinda vocal".

-" Lord, have mercy on this corrupted youth... "

And as everyone started gathering around the buffet, yes, yes Mikey was in the front raw, Koko who was proudly holding his perfectly wrapped up present frowned, searching in the room for something.

-" Ran, where's Rin? Where's the bride... ?"

Somewhere, in the darkest, holiest corner of a church, between the sacred walls a worshipper was on his knees for his goddess, drawing angelic sounds from her mouth whilst his hands caressed every inch of that body he adored so.

-" Moan my name, love. That's my wife " his tongue rolled against your throbbing clit, making you abruptly shut your mouth with your hand. " Bet you've never been fucked in a church... Aw how could I forgot ? No one's even been inside this lil pretty pussy but me... "

-" What... Fuck " a breathed chuckle left your mouth. " What would that Taiju even think if he saw this ?"

-" shit " he laughed too, deep sound echoing through the small room and making your heart race faster. " What a dirty girl I've got myself... Want me to send him a pic of me fucking my best girl dumb on my cock ? Yeah ? Have him droolin' about what he'll never have ?"

And they lived happily ever after...

Tales of Lina 🖤

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Mama Smiles And Smiles Junior - Swap au/What If part 2 (continued from Demon Mother, Angel Son)

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Alastor finished fighting with his hair, smiling at his reflection. His caramel colored skin complimented his freshly pressed red suit. Now, in heaven, after so long, he'd been getting used to mirrors. The large clock at the top of the tower in the town square, oddly old timey and comforting, stuck the top of the hour.

Time to start the show.

"Alastor! Dere you are, love!" It was his spindly, spider friend Molly. In a group with herself, her mother, another woman, a cat angel, as well as a former exterminator who had been wounded prior to the most recent extermination, and their more saintly escorts; Emily and Sir Pentious.

"Apologies, everyone. I was purchasing some flowers for my Maman." He said, showing them a bouquet of red roses.

"Oh, how gorgeous!" Said Molly's mother, happily.

"Thank you, Mrs. Kathy, ma'am." He said, addressing her as always.

A sniff brought their attention to Sir Pentious, who was wiping his eye. "The love you share for your mother, it's so beautiful."

Alastor smiled at them. "Stop, I'm blushin'!"

Emily cleared her throat. "Come on, guys. We don't want to be late." The young seraphim lead the way into the building.

Down in Hell.

Angel was toying with his tie, wearing a suit - he wanted to look somewhat recognizable to his visitors, but he did wear heels. "Where da fuq are dey!"

"Easy, angel. They'll be here soon." Charlie said to the spider, ever the optimist.

"Yeah kid," Husk said with a smile, "they'll be here, heaven time." He chuckled at his joke.

"Yeah, they'll-" Vaggie was cut off by a knock pattern on the front door. "What the..?"

"That must be them!" Charlie rushed to the door, and when she reached it, she heard a conversation.

"-cut, and shave? Seriously, what da fuq, Alastor?"

"Well, pardo' me fo' makin' sure dat dey hear mah knockin', Miss Molly." It was then followed up with a slapping sound, "an' mah Maman raised me to no hit a lady, even if she don' stuc' firs', so I'ma hav' to ask tha' yo' don't do dat again. Don' want a bruise on mah her' face when Ah meet Maman again. No ma'am. Dat jus' won' do."

"Guys, come in, stop." Emily cut in, as the door opened.

The group was met with Charlie staring back at them, and Charlie was met with Emily looking at her with a nervous smile as off to her left, Sir Pentious had his hands on Alastor's shoulders while one spider woman who looked like angel was being held back by another, older spider woman. A cat and an exorcist looking angel were watching them and placing bets.

Charlie gasped loudly, catching everyone's attention.

"You all look so perfect!"

"Charlie!" Pentious abandoned the one sided scuffle to slither over and hug Charlie, who hugged him back.

"How are you? Oh, Emily! Hi!" The two hugged.

"Thank you for having us! I know this wasn't easy for you, all things considered." Emily said.

"Yesss. The hotel lookssss bigger than lassst I ssssaw it." Pentious said, nodding to Emily.

"Where are my manners, come in! Come in!" Charlie invited them in.

There was a moment where Alastor stopped Pentious and the other cat, one could just barely hear him say, "now fellas, we let dem dere ladies go firs', ya he'r, amis?"

Someone, the cat apparently, curtly asked, "can we fix his staff? Some people might have a hard time hearing him-"

"Oh, non ami. Ah lef' mah staff a' h'me. It wouldn'a worke' down her' non' anaway. Wha' wit' all dese fancy citah ligh's an' dose tel'o-visions." Alastor said, before letting the men go first before him. Entering last, he further explain. "Asides, Ah miss'd speakin' in mah Louisiana drawl. Is wha' mah Maman don' rais'd me wit' afta all."

The first sight they saw was Molly and Kathy hugging another spider male. their cat friend Tex moved to speak with another cat whose fur was primarily black and white instead of pale brown and white. Sir Pentious started sobbing as he saw a little egg creature, who was sobbing his heart out while running to the snake, who held the little egg close and saying soft words to it in comfort.

Their former exterminator was talking to Vaggie, both seemed to be engaged in a conversation with a lot of pauses. The other woman they brought with them, Yoko, was hugging a small cyclops - hmm, this must have been her "niffy daughter Naomi". Charlie and a short blonde man were speaking with Emily at the base of the stairs, as to what it was, Alastor knew not.

Hm.. that just left-

"Bonjour, mon petite bebe."

Aastor spun around so quickly that he lost traction and fell (thankfully the flowers were unharmed, not even losing a petal) on to his side on the carpet. Hmm, that's an interesting feeling..

"Oh! Mon cher, you alrigh'?" Lenora immediately went from a smile to concern as she helped her son sit up.

"Oui, Maman." Alastor said, quickly standing up to hug his mother without care. And the water works started.

"Oh, oh mom bebe! I've miss'd you! Oh so much!" Lenora held her son close, feeling her makeup running but she didn't care. Her baby was here! Oh, oh bless those who made this happen.

"Ne pleure pas, maman. Tout va bien maintenant. Nous allons bien." Alastor said those words often in life, and so he spoke them again when reuniting in death.

"Je sais, ma chérie. Tout va bien. Tout va bien." Words she had always said, again in life, were repeated in death.

After the two finished crying together for the first time in decades, they pulled apart. Lenora taking Alastor's face in her hands.

"Still such'a handsom' man." Lenora said, looking his face over.

"Maman.." Alastor rolled his eyes, smiling. He seemed to get his wits about him, and moved the roses up so she could take them, her having already seem them. "Ah bough' dese fo' you, Maman. Ah don' 'membered how much you don' liked ma'am Anita's ros' b'sh ou' pas' da bayo' afore da roa' ta town."

"Oh, th'nk you, mon cherie bebe." Lenora took the roses, and disappeared in shadow for a moment - something no one told her son she could do.

"Wha' 'as dat dere tric' she don' us'd?" Alastor looked to the others, gesturing to where his mother vanished.

"Oh, you poor, sweet river baby." Lucifer said, comparing Alastor's naivety to that of Jesus as his half brother had been coming up.

"Oh! I forgot! Um, Alastor, this is my dad. Dad, this is Alastor, the radio angel." Charlie ushered her dad forwards to meet her friend.

"Hello." Lucifer greeted, offering a hand. "Lucifer, King of all you see before you."

"Hmm.." Alastor, who's mother raised him to be polite and shake hands properly with the rich white folk as he did now, also had been raised in the same vain to be very blunt "Yo' don' lookin' differen', fro' da gl'mpse Ah'd don' se' in mah Pap's eyes when he don' be beatin' on me an' Maman."

Everyone got quiet. Did this dumb fuck of an angel know who he'd just spoken to like that?

"I.. I'm sorry about.. I mean.." Lucifer was unsure of what to say, pulling his hand away as though Alastor had burned him.

"Don' be mindin' 'im, sir. Mah boy 'as alw'ys be'na sens'tive so'l." Lenora said, appearing beside Alastor. "Is no wonda 'e wen' on up dose st'irs."

Alastor frowned at Lucifer, before being pulled aside by Sir Pentious to change the subject and introduce his cute, wee egg that he hated himself for leaving behind.

"So, you must be Alastor," began Angel as he walked over to the pair. "My name's Angel, though if yous know Molls an' Ma dhen you'd prolly heard my real name Anthony."

"Ah, so yo' don' be da fella dat dese her' ladi's be talkin' 'bout." He extended a hand to Angel with a wide smile like that of his mother. "Da ple'sure do be all'a min', sir. It do be min'."

Angel shook his hand, surprised at the thin man's strong handshake. "Uh, no need ta stand on formalities here, Smiles Junior."

"If'n ya'll be sayin' so." Alastor said, looking to see Tex teasing the other cat about something with Molly. "Ah hop' yo' do be pardonin' me, Angel sir. Ah wan'a see what dat dere h'llabaloo-in' be about dere."

Angel let him go, chuckling to himself, "what a freak."

Well, skipping ahead to the usual evening shenanigans:

Alastor and Lenora took over the kitchen before anyone could stop them.

The sounds of laughter, talking and jazz, as well as dishes being moved and the occasional sounds of water being ran were heard.

"What da fuq are they cooking? That smells so fuckin' good!" Angel said, turned around in his seat to look at the kitchen doors.

"Anthony Ricardo Alvarez! That ain't no way to sit in a chair!" His mother scolded him.

"Knowing thossse two, it'sss probably sssssomething overfilling with love." Sir Pentious said, ever the sap.

"Well, as long as Lenora keeps her cannibalism in check-" Charlie said, only to be cut off.

"Maman, je t'aime. Mais, bien sûr, comme je suis en enfer pour le moment, nous n'ajouterons pas ces pécheurs à ce plat ! Non madame!"

"I ain't sure what dhose two said, but I don't dink dat went over well.." Angel said, only to hear another bit of the conversation.

"Mais chérie, c'est une bonne source de protéines! Et de toute façon, vous avez besoin de plus de viande sur les os!"

"Ne m'oblige pas à t'interdire l'accès à cette cuisine! Je le ferai. Vous savez que je le ferai!"

"Oof! I've heard him say that before." Molly said, smiling.

"What'd he say?" Angel asked his sister.

"Told his mother he'd ban her from the kitchen. Told me that, as well as Mr. British Cornsnake over there." Molly pointed to Sir Pentious, who had been speaking with Cherri.

Angel snorted. "Of course he's British. Makes sense as to why a Louisianan would ban him."

"Pardon?"Sir Pentious asked, now looking over.

"Look, yous culture ain't exactly known ta be the most flavorful around da time us," he gestured to himself and Molly, "and probably Smiles Junior was comin' up. And, from how Mama Smiles cooks, I see it really."

As the snake mulled that over for a few minutes, in walked Alastor and Lenora - Alastor carrying a large pot and Lenora having another pot with a tray of fresh biscuits atop it.

"Oh ho! We get the good shit!" Angel said excitedly, seeing the pot - jambalaya with extra shrimp, rice off in another pot and handmade biscuits.. Angel could die happy tonight.

The night was full of jokes and playful jabs over a lovely dinner. Tomorrow, everyone would say their goodbyes. But, for the night, happiness and laughter filled everyone's hearts for the first time in a while.

#part 2 of au #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel #demon mother angel son au #alastor altruist #alastor au #angel alastor au

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honkshoo-zzz · 10 months

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How I see the Mercs within the LBGTQ+ Community

cause i keep seeing people posting things and EVERYONE KEEPS GETTING IT WRONG!! /j who cares i jus wanna make a funky list too

Scout: Def Bisexual, Trans ftm (can take or leave)

Probably has a preference for women

Probably doesn’t realize he likes men until he works with them 24/7 and all of his coworkers are hunky n sweaty and maybe a lil flirty

If trans, used Sex Bom tattoo to cover top surgery scars. Even though it’s definitely just worse than just having ts scars lmao

Soldier: Bisexual and Poly

I just love him dating Zhanna and Demo honestly

Fuck it, other mercs too, if they wanted

Tbh I also fuck with aro/ace vibes for him, he’s just kinda around for a good time with the homies in my mind. Both is good

I do see his preference being fairly equal though. Too busy thinking about his love for the US to think too much about tiddies/ass/etc.

Pyro: Def Ace, and either Aro or Lesbian in my mind. Also Nonbinary.

Either gender-fluid or just straight-up no gender enby. no in-between in my eyes.

I’m mostly all for Aro/Ace Pyro but I saw some Pyro x Ms. Pauling art and. love that. ugh, decisions…

Feel like they use whatever pronouns. Don’t gaf, will never gaf

Also no sex cause the suit just doesn’t come off. Also too busy setting shit on fire to care. More important shit to do.

Demoman: Pansexual and Poly

Again, dating Soldier who is also dating Zhanna

He’s also in a longterm relationship with Eyelander. Don’t ask too many questions about how that works though. But they are.

Also doesn’t have a gender-preference (obviously, he’s married to a sword). Semi-opportunistic in that sense, I guess (again he’s married to a sword. how many times do i gotta—)

Heavy: Bisexual, preference for Men

Idk man but Heavy and Medic have been married for a long time in my eyes

Also I feel like he participated in his sisters’ longing to “see another man” while living in Russia, had a similar reaction to meeting Medic upon taking the Merc job as Zhanna meeting Scout/Soldier

(For those who have yet to read the comics, that reaction basically just being: “you are man. I am horny. let’s bang.” and Medic would just be like o///o “aight” I think)

Biggest trans supporter tho, idk why but it just makes sense he would be the first to punch the teeth out a transphobe. Defends other mercs when confronted about gender shit 100%

Engineer: Bisexual, preferring Women; ftm Trans

The more top surgery art I see of him, the more I fall in love with trans Engie. It’s basically canon to me now. You can take this from my cold, dead hands.

Idk not much else to say. He’s a switch, though, if that adds much of anything HXSKFJEJX

No bottom surgery in my mind, either. Just makes his own straps n shit, cause he can (one of his 11 PhDs was in sex, actually, did you know?)

Medic: Gay, ftm Trans (again, can take or leave)

The most bottom-gay I’ve ever seen, personally (idk how else to phrase it, forgive me)

Again, I feel like he’s been married to Heavy for a long time

If trans, did his own top and bottom surgery, probably at the same time, cause he knew he could and he’s fucking insane (scars are a little wild as a result but he wears them with pride)

Sniper: Gay. das it HFSKFJEK

Gay, but the type of guy where you’d never know til his fuckin boyfriend walks out and kisses him or sum

Also he’s exclusively a top in my mind. Idk why but I feel like he’s got control issues HHEEKLEDP

Again, not super out-spoken about his sexuality, but *will* go out of his way to stab a homophobe. Not kill them from a distance, specifically stab. Shit’s more personal that way (is that too morbid? sorry)

Spy: Bisexual, Genderfluid

Another bottom, but will top if needed (like with most women, if he somehow gets with *another* bottom, etc.)

He’s also a whore. A slut, even. Good for him.

OH AND GENDERFLUID omg. Saw some stuff about that recently so it’s new to my pea brain but I like it.

Again, like Sniper, I feel like he wouldn’t really talk about his gender stuff a lot, but would discover this of himself when disguising himself as women and just feeling. Just as comfortable, if not more comfortable as them at times.

Kinda sensitive about it, though, probably. Will stab anyone who mentions it while he’s figuring it out. But gets better upon meeting the mercs and their gay-asses, lmao

“holy shit it’s not that crazy to like to have boobs sometimes” type-beat.

ok i’m done. again feel free to add stuff, fight me (like, as a bro), or whatever. Love talking about it cause I love these lil weirdos. Probably too much. oh well hdkafjejfk

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megaloldon · 4 months

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It's been about two weeks since Envy dumped Scott. It's almost as tragic as the awful haircut he ended up getting right before the party.

He'd taken it pretty hard; sleeping in late, being much quieter than usual, barely being his usual annoying self.

Wallace was a patient man. He barely complained when Scott came home that night and immediately broke the news, and he sat on the floor and listened to him blubber and snivel about how he'd never ever love again. He picked up his dirty laundry, bought him his favorite takeout, let him lounge around on their futon all day…

Today, his patience was wearing a bit thin.

It's already dark and nasty out by the time Wallace gets home. He comes inside and flicks on the light, relaxing considerably as soon as he's inside and out of the biting cold. He takes his coat off and hangs it up on the rack.

“Honeyyyy, I'm home,” he calls, usual tone of dry and sarcastic cheeriness dialed up a bit more. No response. He glances around the cramped little room.

Unsurprisingly, Scott is slumped on their dinky little mattress, curled on his side and facing the wall. Wallace takes a glance at the clock on the wall. 6:20pm.

“Hey, buddy.” He plops down on the mattress, setting down the bag of greasy fast food on the floor beside it and trying (struggling) to unlace his boots, fingers still cold and stiff.

Scott doesn't reply with anything outstanding - he just grunts and curls in a bit tighter on himself.

“Got you something for…” Lunch? Dinner? Probably dinner. He made one of those nasty microwave burritos for Scott before he left. “Uh, I got you some food.”

“Thanks.”

“D'you want it?”

“Not right now.” His tone is quiet and small.

“You sure? It's almost 6:30.”

“Jus’ leave me here,” Scott mumbles into his pillow. “Go out, go find some - hot guy and leave me here. To wallow.”

So dramatic, Wallace thinks.

“Okay, well, maybe I don't wanna go out tonight.”

“You do so.”

“...Okay, I do, but I can't. I have work tomorrow.”

“It's Friday.”

“Scott,” Wallace rubs his forehead. “It's Tuesday.”

Scott doesn't reply, instead curling in on himself more and huffing.

“C'mon, you're gonna shrivel up and die if you just lie there forever.”

“Maybe I wanna shrivel up,” comes the mopey response.

“Well, okay, I like you being, uh, unshriveled.” Wallace counters. “C'mon. Up.”

Scott doesn't reply, so Wallace tries to remove the blanket from him. Scott whines and tries to cling to it, but he doesn't have the willpower to bother playing tug of war over it, so he lets Wallace toss it to the side. Instead of sitting up, he just rolls onto his stomach and hugs his pillow, grumbling into it.

Wallace sighs. It was hard enough dealing with stubborn people all day on the phone, now he had to deal with it at home, too? He'd already prattled off his usual pep talk to Scott 3 times this week, airing his catty thoughts about how Envy was a nuclear-level bitch, about how Scott would find someone who appreciated him (Maybe right in front of him, but he didn't speak that part), how his stupid haircut was actually starting to suit him (it was not).

“Alright, come on.” Wallace stands up, sitting on his knees and trying to lift Scott out of his nest of misery by his armpits. What he didn't expect was for Scott to yelp and suddenly thrash away, rolling onto his back with a jarred expression.

“Did I hurt you?” Wallace asks, his tone instantly shifting from frustration to concern. Scott averts his gaze, slouching against the wall for a moment before plopping back down on his back.

“No,” Scott replies, much too quickly, tucking his hands defensively under his arms. “‘S nothing. Don't worry.”

“...” Wallace narrows his eyes.

“Why - why are you giving me that look?” Scott manages to choke out, suddenly feeling antsy at the strange look in his roommate's eye.

“No reason.” Wallace replies, barely masking the sly smirk crossing his face. That did not reassure Scott. Not in the slightest.

“Um - okay, I'm up now, so you ca - AH!” Scott shrieks at the sudden feeling of cold fingers prodding at his midsection, jerking away and wrapping his arms around his torso.

The two look at each other for a moment. Scott gets the bright idea to scoot back, pressing himself against the wall and bringing his knees to his chest.

“So, nothing, huh?”

“Shut - up.” Scott grumbles, hiding his face behind his knees.

Right, Wallace thinks. He can work with this.

So, he shuts up, as he was asked, before leaning in and pulling Scott into a tight embrace, pulling them both down onto the mattress. Scott lets out a little shocked noise as he tumbles onto his side.

He barely has time to react before his roommate is back at it again, sneaking his stupid freezing hands under the shirt he's worn for 3 days over and scribbling his stupid nails on Scott's lower tummy.

“Wa - hahaha - Wallaaaaceee,” he whines, grabbing onto the taller man's wrists to try and stop him. It does not work, and he instead opts to just weakly squirm around like a half-squished bug as his stupid asshole roommate tickles him.

“Yes, Scott?”

“You - ehehe - you suck!” Scott manages to squeak out. Its hardly menacing, coming out as more of a high whimper in between fits of giggles.

“Are you in any state to be insulting me?” Wallace tilts his head a little. He doesn't give Scott time to reply before shoving his hands under his arms. Scott reacts instantly, going stiff and slamming his arms down. He cackles like a crazed hyena, writhing and trying his best to escape.

“You're suhuch a dick!” He shrieks, trying to push Wallace off of him.

“And you're such a loser,” comes the sarcastic reply. It's not laced with any real venom.

Still, he feels like he's kind of taking it too far and stops, letting Scott catch his breath.

“...Wallace?”

“Mhm?”

“Uhm,” Scott swallows nervously. “I know I told you to go out, but can you - maybe stay home tonight?”

Wallace almost makes a joke about it, about how he wasn't ever planning on going out tonight, but he decides against it based on how small and nervous Scott sounds. Instead, he just ruffles his too-short hair and pulls him into a side hug.

“Nothing I'd rather be doing,” He replies, and Scott curls against him. He reaches across the taller man's lap and digs in the bag of food, taking a handful of fries and shoving them in his mouth.

“Wallace…?”

“Yeah, what is it, guy?”

“My fries are cold…” He turns his wet-kitten-in-a-box gaze up to Wallace, pleading. “Can you… go get me new ones?”

Wallace lets out an exaggerated sigh. Yep, nowhere he'd rather be tonight.

#sfw tickling #feeding_frenzy #tickle fic #SIGHS. TAKE IT IDK IF ITS GOOD.#if this is ooc no its not

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strangerthingsn · 4 months

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bruised

Part 2

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

warnings part 2: 18+ (all parts), sex mentioned, alcohol, reader is a female (did I miss something?)

Eddie walks into the trailer, you’re in the kitchen cooking dinner so his uncle doesn’t have to do that. Eddie is home from a day at his work, he told you about his job as a tattoo artist. “What the-“ you cleaned the whole trailer up today

“what?” You chuckle.

“I’ve never seen this place so clean” he looks around.

“you like it?” You walk out of the kitchen to the living room where Eddie was.

“mhm, Come hire” You look up at Eddie looking a little confused.

“Bought this for you I don’t know if you like it tho” Eddie puts a bag down on the table and gets out a red dress. You walk over to him with a smile. “Its specially for pregnant women, but I think it’s gorgeous with the red” he shows it.

“It’s lovely besides it’s a Christmas color, thank you so much!” you take it and give him a kiss on his cheek. “Dinner is ready, can you get your uncle?”

“yeah sure, we have like two hours to get us ready after” Eddie puts the dress back in the bag and while he walks to his uncles room he puts the bag in his own. In meanwhile you put the dinner on three plates and put it on the small table. You hear Eddie talk with his uncle while you put the drinks on the table.

“he’s coming” Edie sits down and looks at his plate. “I thought you only ate bread and didn’t cook”

“well… sometimes I cook for one of the guys that I worked for” you sit down besides him.

“it smells good” Eddie grabs a beer and opens it.

“thanks” you smile grabbing a coke.

“did you do this kid?” Wayne walks over to the table looking at you.

“oh yeah, I’m really thankful for the help you guys are giving me I wanted to do something back for it” you starts eating.

“No problem” Eddie smiles.

“pretty handy having a women in home” Wayne jokes and starts eating also.

“sure it is” you giggle.

“mmmh this is good”Eddie says after taking his first bite.

“Thank you” it was silent for a couple minutes, everyone enjoying their meal.

“so you guys have a party I heard?” Wayne starts.

“yeah” Eddie nods.

“you’re not drinking, drugs or whatever.” Wayne points at you.

“Wayne.. you’re not her dad” Eddie says before you could say anything.

“it’s okay Eddie” you chuckle “he’s not wrong, and no i absolutely won’t”

“Are you gonna look for another job?” Wayne looks at you.

“uh.. I don’t really know who wants a 19 year old pregnant dumb woman” you shrug your shoulders.

“You’re not dumb, I’m sure anyone wants you” Eddie smiles. “maybe something like a coffee shop?”

“A coffee shop doesn’t sound too bad” you nod almost finishing your meal.

“Anyways, have fun at the party, I gonna do a little nap before night shift” Wayne finished.

“thank you mr Munson”

“Keep her safe Edward” Wayne gets up placing his plate in the sink.

“yeah, I will.” Eddie grabs your plate when he sees you’re finished and puts it in the sink together with his own. “Should we get a outfit?”

“Mhm” you get up and walk behind him to his room.

“Did I already say I have black heels for you?” He gets them out of the bag.

“ill pay back as soon as I can and then also buy my own clothes” you smile and hug him.

“You don’t have to, actually you can wear my clothes forever also” Eddie hugs back looking at you in his clothes.

“you have a good style, badass” you pull away from the hug.

“It suits you even better” Eddie winks while you take off your shirt (Eddie’s shirt) Eddie smiles and turns around giving you some privacy. “I’m gonna shower”

“okay can I choose ur outfit?” You take off your jeans (also Eddies).

“sure” He grabs boxers out of his closet and walks out of the bedroom. You watch him and then you grab your dress, you put it on but you couldn’t close the back. Well you’ll just ask Eddie to help you with that. You grab the pretty heels and put them on, you walk pretty much on heels especially with your work as sex worker because that was sexy. You stand up and look in his mirror. Your belly looked pretty in the dress, you turn around but you notice the prize tag sitting. “217 dollar” you whisper reading the price tag.

You can’t just take that. Eddie doesn’t even know you that well, you only been talking these four days and maybe earlier just a little bit but this is too expensive for just a present. You sigh while walking to his closet. You look through the stuff he has, actually only band shirts or some kind of hellfireshirt for his dnd club he told you about. You look though the pants first finding leather pants. You seen rockstars wearing it in music videos or in their concerts but it’s honestly pretty sexy so you choose that. As shirt you choose a Mötley crüe shirt it was short so when he makes some movements you could maybe see his happy trail or his v line.

“You got a outfit?” Eddie walks in with a towel around his waist. You nod smiling giving the outfit you choose. Eddie looks at it “you want me in this?”

“its sexy” you grin.

“You think I’m sexy?” Eddie chuckles taking the towel off. But he had already his boxers on, sadly.

“maybe” you smirk “but I can wear something else, I don’t want the dress” Eddie looks up at you in a confused way after he had put on his pants.

“but look at you…” he pushes you towards the mirror gently and he stand close behind you and places a hand on your belly. “It perfect.” He whispers.

“You think so?” You smile looking at your reflection and then at Eddies.

“you’re perfect. I’m sure everything fits you” he puts some hair behind your ear. Your heart had never beaten so fast, ofcourse you had sex yesterday but this moment was special and lovely.

“Yeah?” You stay looking at his reflection in meanwhile he puts the zipper up and looks at your reflection also.

“absolutely” Eddie nods “oh I left this on it” he takes the price tag off and you nod. “Oh…. You don’t think you’re not worth the money.?” Eddie looks at you after realizing.

“I mean.. it’s a lot..” you agree.

“But you’re like… a sister now… we live in the same house and you deserve normal clothes and absolutely to look stunning at a party” did he just say you’re a sister to him… you try to hide your disappointment. Suddenly you hear the bell ring and Eddie walks to his bed putting on his shirt.

“the boys are hire, I got your bag at my dads since he’s in jail now, you’re makeup is still in it” Eddie opens the door of his room “take your time”

“Thank you” you walks away from the mirror towards your bag. Eddie nods and walks out of his room closing the door behind him. You grab the makeup bag in your bag and walk to the mirror again. You sit infrond of it and you look around for inspiration, you find posters with half naked girls on covers of metal songs or posters. You see a pretty girl with eyeliner and Smokey eyes, you can imagine that being Eddies type and that’s exactly what you wanted to be.

besides its not the first time you do this makeup look, you think its pretty. You start with concealer putting it under your eyes and some injuries, you blend it out and then you grab your bronzer you make your cheekbones look more pretty, then you apply a eyeliner and you put some black eyeshadow on to make it a smokey eye. To finish the look you put on mascara and a red tinted lipgloss. It probably had taken you about 15 minutes but now you’re ready and your makeup fits your outfit perfectly.

You put some parfume on and you’re done, you grab the door handle waiting a moment before opening it. What if his fired won’t like you and maybe they will tease you? How do they even look like? They probably have the similar style Eddie has because they were also his bandmates. You sigh and open it, you see them waiting on the couch and some are standing and leaning against the wall all taking to eacother.

“uh hi.. I’m y/n” you smile nervously.

“hey, I’m Gareth, Drummer” a guy with dark blonde hair, blue eyes and freckles smiles.

“im Grand” A big guy with brown curls smiles, they all look nice to you. You have the two a nice smile.

“Jeff” Another guy gives you a hand, you notice his shirt because he had the same band on it as Eddie. “Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too” you see Eddie staring at you and you look back at him.

“what’s wrong? Is there something on my dress.?” You look down to find something he is staring at.

“N-no no. You just look very beautiful” Eddie gets up from the couch. You blush a little with a smile.

“sorry for him he isn’t around girls so often” Gareth messes Eddies hair up.

“not my hair. God damn it Gareth.” Eddie says annoyed and pushes him.

“ey sweetheart get me another beer please” Jeff hands you a empty beer bottle.

“oki” you take it and walk into the kitchen to get another one for him.

“seriously Jeff?” Eddie snaps but you can’t hear them.

“She’s so nice, how old is she?” Jeff looks at Eddie.

“no no no. It’s Eddie’s turn if he fails it’s mine” Gareth sticks his tongue out.

“No don’t treat her like that she had enough trouble with man” Eddie looks at Gareth.

“Mate if you want her you have a free baby with it. I could never” Grant chuckles.

“Is your dad really the dad of the baby tho??” Gareth looks disgusted.

“yeah but don’t tell her i told you please” Eddie watches you coming back.

“for u” you give the beer to Jeff.

“thanks, you’re the sweetest” Jeff takes it from you immediately taking a sip, you sit down on the ground with some struggles because of your babybumb what’s extremely in the way.

“I heard they are gonna do 7 minutes in heaven, I hope that hot chick comes” Gareth grins.

“I don’t know if I’m gonna join, I mean- I’m always so unlucky with those bottles” Jeff chuckled, you have absolutely no idea what they are talking about. You missed all the things normal teens do because you never had high school or partys like this one.

“and you? Are you gonna do it?” Gareth looks at you, you look up at him a little confused.

“w-what?” You chuckle.

“7 minutes in heaven” Jeff interrupt.

“what is that?” You ask looking at them both.

“Like you spin a bottle and what person it lands on you go 7 minutes in a dark closed with.. uh in there you can do whatever you want” Eddie explains while getting up.

“you can fuck in there real good” Gareth smirks.

“I rather not, I don’t wanna fuck every guy on that party, I don’t wanna make my baby sick or whatever” you explain.

“Fair enough” Grand agrees.

“chop chop. To the van” Eddie walks over to the door. Everyone puts on their jackets and shoes. You try to get up but that was not so easy as sitting down..

“come hire princess” Eddie probably saw you struggling so he helps you getting up.

“thank you” you breath out.

“Don’t have to thank me, hire” Eddie put his leather jacket on you because you didn’t have a jacket. You smile and Eddie looks at your heels. “Those are pretty, looks good on your pretty legs” That made you blush.

“thank you” you smile gently.

“come on love birds” Gareth pulls Eddies hair and walks out.

“I’m not a love bird.” Eddie and you said on the exact same time. You look at each other and you start laughing.

“come” Eddie walks out with you and closes the door behind you, while the rest is already in the back of his van you walk over to the passengers seat.

“we had a question y/n” Grand starts.

“Then ask it” you sit down and close the door looking behind you at the boys in the backsteat.

“do you like Eddie?” Jeff smirks.

“no!” You hope it was not obvious that you were totally lying. “I mean… as a friend yeah”

“Oh you definitely do” Gareth grins.

“sssst he’s coming” Grand says when Eddie opens the door.

“our secret” Jeff chuckles.

“What?” Eddie looks behind him also.

“Nothing” you turn back “let’s drive to the party”

“alright” Eddie turns back and starts the car. The radio turns on with a sweet 80s song.

“put some metal on y/n” Jeff whines.

“What if I like this song?” You look at him raising a eyebrow.

“then your music taste is total trash” Gareth interrupts.

“fine” you turn back to the radio and you put on another song on what turns out to be crazy train by Ozzy Osborne. “better?”

“a lot” Gareth smiles.

“i like Ozzy Osborne” you smile. “I like crüe too” you point at Jeff his shirt.

“What else do you know?” Jeff raised his eye brows.

“I love Korn, but mostly uhh… Metallica orrr Guns N’ Roses ” you smile “they are hot”

“do we have a groupie hire?” Grant chuckles.

“Only a groupie for Eddie, huh?” Gareth teases.

“Gareth stop bothering her, dick” Eddie looks at him for a second.

“It’s fine Eddie” You turn back to look at the road. The guys already had a conversation with each other but you and Eddie sat in silence, until Eddie looks at you.

“do you dance?” He looks back at the road again.

“I used to strip so I might dance tonight… well not like I did in stripclubs but normal dancing ofcourse” you chuckle a little.

“oh” Eddie chuckles also “I can’t really dance”

“You have to. I can’t dance alone” you look at him with a grin.

“don’t challenge me doll” o my god. Did he just call you doll? You feel your cheeks warmen and you look down.

“what if i do?” You look up with a lil smirk.

“I’m not dancing.” Eddie looks back at you.

“Awhh doesn’t that fit in that perfect little sex drugs rock n roll life of yours?” You chuckle.

“you’ve ever seen a metalhead dance?”

“you’ll be the first one” you look at him with puppy eyes. “Pleaseee”

“Fine, but just not immediately let me drink a couple beers”

“only three” you point at him.

“I know” you drive through a street and it looked so cute with the little houses and the Christmas lights.

“Stop the car!” You shout, you see a little kid on the side of the road walking to the woods.

“Why?!” Eddie and the rest are looking at you.

“Just stop.” You said and he did finally, you open your door and walk out, it was pretty cold today and you just don’t wanna leave a kid all alone in the cold. You walk over to her with a smile.

“hey.. where are your mommy and daddy?” You kneel down by her.

“Don’ now” she looks a little scared because ofcourse just someone stepped out of a van what looks like it already took 5 kids.

“I’m y/n, I was going to a party with my friends but ofcourse I had to help you first” you smile again.

“I’m Layla” she smiles gently.

“That’s a very nice name, should we go look for your parents?” You stand up and Layla nods and takes your hand. In meanwhile Eddie walks over to you.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie looks at the kid and back at you.

“I don’t know..” you feel some more weight on your hand, she was probably tired. “Should I pick you up sweetie?” She nods and holds her arms out. You pick her up and you walk over to the sidewalk.

“House” she points to a house.

“is that your house?” You look at it.

“Yeah my house” she lays her head on your shoulder.

“you’re good with kids y/n” Eddie smiles.

“thank you” you smile at him while walking over to the house.

“baby?” She lays her hand on your belly.

“Yeah” you smile looking at her hand.

“mama too” she smiles.

“you’re getting a sibling?”

“brotha” she nods slowly.

“that’s cool” you smile at her.“let’s see if your parents are home then” you walk over to the frond door and you knock. No one opens so you knock again.

“uh… I’m going back to the van, is that okay?” Eddie lays his hand on your back.

“ofcourse” you smile and Eddie smiles back walking over to the van. Still no one opens the door so you ring the doorbell, 2 minutes later a man opens the door.

“Layla, I’m so sorry… I felt asleep when she was playing outside and my wife is out” he sighs.

“She’s fine just a little tired” you give her to her dad.

“Thank you so much” he smiles.

“No problem I’m happy I could help”

“I’m so thankful” the man looks at his daughter.

“Well, I should get going.. I’m going to a party, the people in the car are waiting” you smile gently.

“alright, have fun at the party”

“bye!” You walks off waving and the man waves back before closing the door. You make your way to the car while hearing some interesting things.

“no but seriously her moans where better then the ones in rocket queen, i swear” You hear Eddie say, you know that song, it’s from Guns N’ Roses. You stand against the van but on a place they couldn’t see you but you could still hear them.

“I can belive that” Jeff chuckles.

“Well if I where you I’ll take her, she’s perfect for you” Gareth says.

“what about the baby?”Eddie asks, now you’re 100% sure it’s about you.

“I’m sure you’ll be a great dad, slash stepdad, slash brother” Grand grins.

“maybe…” Eddie awnsers and now you finally walk over to the door and you open it. The car went silent and they look at you.

“what?” You look around while sitting down.

“Nothing” Eddie starts driving again after you closed to door.

“Alright then” you smile. You hear the song rainbow in the dark by Dio on the radio and you smile turning the volume up “fuck I love this song”

“that’s so sexy” Gareth grins.

“Shut up” you roll your eyes playfully.

“okay y/n, Kirk Hammett or Izzy Stradlin?” Grant asks.

“Uh… Kirk” you grin.

“Then Slash or Vince Neil” Jeff chuckles.

“slash ofcourse.” You laugh.

“I thought all the girls loved Vince” Jeff looks at you.

“He’s blonde man, com on now” you laugh a little. “Besides slash is so damn hot”

“Tommy or Nikki then” Eddie interrupts.

“Both at the same fucking time” you smirk.

“WOAH” Jeff laughs.

“I mean that’s probably what all the groupie wants” Gareth shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m not a groupie”

“but you would sleep with rockstars.” Eddie giggles.

“True” you nod. It was silent for a while and you guys arrive a couple minutes later, you could see it would be busy inside of the amount of cars parked in the street.

“let’s go motherfuckerssss!!” Gareth jumps out and the rest follows.

“if we can’t find each other inside just walk to the kitchen, yeah?” Eddie says before you two get out.

“Okay!” You honestly were so exited to meet some new people. You make your way into the house to the crowd of people and a guy with cool brown hair walks over to you and the rest.

“hey dudes” he smiles at Eddie and his friends then he looks at you.

“uh umh, y/n” you smile and he shakes your hand.

“steve Nice to meet you, Eddies girlfriend?” He looks at both of you.

“Oh-.. uh” You stutter.

“ohh.. no just a friend” Eddie smiles while looking at you and back Steve’s way.

“Okay then, just a couple rules, don’t fuck in my room, smoking outside please and just don’t make trouble” He smiles.

“promise” you nod.

“good” Steve nods also with a smile and with that you walk a little further. Eddie decided to be with the boys what you understand ofcourse because if he’s not working, he’s him with you he has never time alone. You stand in the kitchen looking at all the alcohol. Well there was nothing else then that, you look around looking for anyone you could ask about it. You saw a guy putting some vodka in his cup.

“hey-…uh you know if there is something else to drink?” You walk over to him. The blond guy looks up and he was pretty, blonde curly hair and blue eyes.

“what did you say?” He look annoyed by you.

“sorry to bother, but I’m pregnant you know if there is something else to drink.?” You ask again.

“Can’t tell you. Go asks Steve”

“come Billy” Another dude is talking to him, they didn’t look really nice tho.

“alright.” You sigh and turn around to bumb into a girl.

“I shouldn’t talk to him” she looks at you.

“sorry-..what? With who?” You look confused.

“Billy, he’s a player” the girl leans against the counter.

“Thanks for the warning” you smile.

“I’m Mary, nice to meet you”

“I’m y/n” you lean against the counter too.

“You came hire with those guys?” She points at Eddie and his friends.

“yep” you nod.

“aaah i see, they are nice people, little weird sometimes but so far i know nice” she shrugs her shoulders.

“yeah I know Eddie a little longer, the other I just met a couple hours ago”

“You live hire I’m Hawkins?” “long story short; my parents died when I was 12 after middle school, I didn’t do high school and I became a stripper and also a sex worker and home less” you shrug your shoulders.

“oh jesus, must have been really hard for you..”

“well when I got payed enough I gotta go to a hotel if not, I sleep in my parents car.”

“you drive the car?” She grabs a cup and puts some punch in it.

“no, it is just standing on a parking lot”

“then how you met Munson? You wok for him?”

“Oh I used to work for his dad…” you look down at the baby bumb “he got me pregnant and shot me after”

“o lord” he raises her eyebrows. “I know he’s a criminal, he steals cars and stuff, also there are rumors he killed Eddies mom”

“I know he is but anyways Eddie saved me and we actually became friends, now I live with him and his uncle since yesterday”

“so it happened not long ago?” She takes a sip of her drink.

“uhhhh about 4 days ago” you nod.

“I feel so bad for you, you gonna keep the little kiddo?”

“yes” you nod.

“oh wait.. you want something to drink?” She walks to the fridge and opens it.

“Thank you”

“I totally forgot to put other things then alcohol on the kitchen” she grabs cans of coke and fanta. You smile and take a coke.

“you live hire?” You ask opening the can.

“No Stevie is my cousin” she closes the fridge again.

“cool you must be really rich then” you smile.

“I wouldn’t say rich, maybe my parents have a good job but I live in a smaller house then this”

“I wish I had a life like you”

“it’s not always easy, I have a horse and my mom always wants me to win competitions and stuff”

“You do horse riding?”

“yep, I have a horse named Elvis, I’m a big Elvis fan” she giggles.

“Elvis is a good name, good singer too” you agree with her.

—-3 hours later ——

You and Mary talked a bit longer and after they did 7 minutes in heaven, you didn’t joint for obvious reasons and Eddie didn’t too.

“you already made a friend?” Eddie smiles sitting next to you.

“I guess, her name is Mary she’s Steves niece” you lean back on the couch.

“I wouldn’t think anyone could not like you, you’re just so kind” he smiles giving you a can of Fanta.

“you’re the sweetest” you take the can from him with a smile. “And how is your night? Fixes some girls?”

“it’s pretty fun, and no, not that I know of” Eddie chuckles.

“we are hopeless” you giggle too.

“I saw you talking to Billy in the begin?”

“he was mean” you roll your eyes.

“He has a big ego” Eddie nods.

“Pretty guy tho, not a hundred percent my tipe, I prefer the ones with dark hair”

“I figured in the car” Eddie smiles.

“what about you? What’s ur type?” You look up at him. You’re sure no one is listening to the conversation you have, all too drunk dancing around and Jeff even fixed a girl.

“hmmm, I like blue eyes and I like when girls paint their hair red or blue or anything” Eddie looks at you.

“Yes I know what you mean that’s cool, when I was younger I always wanted red hair but I never had the money for it obviously” you smile.

“is this your real hair color?” Eddie plays with your hair.

“yes my parents had both black hair” you nod.

“Black hair and grey eyes…” Eddie smiles looking at you “you don’t see that much often”

“I don’t know what I think of it”

“I think you’re a gorgeous woman, if the kid is lucky they look like you” Eddie flirts.

“well I think you had more then three beer” you smirk a little.

“I had a little more” he smiles drunkenly.

“you can drive right..?” You yawn.

“yes don’t worry i drive even better then when im sober”

“I don’t know if I belive that but I guess I’ll see” you chuckle.

“come on y/n” Mary takes your hand “let’s dance”

“yes go dance” Eddie smiles.

“I’m tired”

“don’t lie” Mary giggles “comeee”

“okay okay” you smile getting up and walking to the dancing crowd of people. bad medicine by Bon Jovi was on, luckily you like this song and you started dancing with Mary. You look around seeing some girls smile at Mary, she’s pretty popular you can tell.

In meanwhile the song changed into Cheri Cheri lady. You liked this song, it came out a couple years ago but it was a vibe. You knew it was already late, must be around 12 pm. It’s not even that late but it is for you, you were tired probably because of your pregnancy.

“Let me get a drink for you” Mary smiles and rubs into the kitchen. Now you’re dancing awkwardly alone. Not for long tho it didn’t take long before a boy joined you, he was tall, he hand brown hair and green eyes. You smile at him and continue dancing.

“what’s your name sweetheart?”

“y/n, yours?” You talk loud for him to hear you because of the loud music.

“mason” he gives a sweet smile, you smile back while Mary walks back.

“back off I was dancing with her Mason” Mary hand your drink and looks at mason.

“sorry missy” he rolls his eyes and walks away.

“What’s wrong with him?” You look at Mary.

“ex” she chuckles.

“Sorry I didn’t know” you giggle.

“but if you’re into him i can call him back?”

“no no it’s fine, he’s handsome but anyone else can have him” you smile taking a sip of your drink.

“You have a crush?” She raises her eyebrows.

“no!” You said that too fast.

“oh you definitely do” she laugh. “Munson?” You choke in your coke. Yes so now she knows it true, good reaction y/n…

“ofcourse not” you try.

“don’t worry he likes you too”

“How do you know?” You look confused.

“well he’s watching you while talking to his friend what means they are talking about you, plus he hand his hand on his dick when you talked” She smirks.

“I-“ you laugh a little “I don’t think I’m his type Mary”Mary looks behind you again.

“he’s going to the bathroom, you should follow him” She looks back at You again.

“don’t think that’s a good idea, we’ll sleep in the same bed tonight anyways”

“damn, you did that before?”

“Only yesterday..”

“alright then I guess you still have enough chances” she smirks again.

“besides I’m not in the mood tonight”

“Fair enough” she nods “ o my god, I love this song!!” She smiles big when she hears rebel yell coming on.

“Me too!!” You giggle.

“anyways, I’m gonna ask for a song, be right back” she smirks.

“No mary… what’s your plan.?”

“surprise” she runs off. You turn around to see Gareth and Grant watch you nothing Eddie is still using the bathroom. Gareth looks away like you didn’t catch them staring at you already. You giggle and stick your tongue out to grand.

“I’m back” she continues dancing with you again. “that motherfucker better be hire soon” she grins.

“I’m afraid” you look at her.

“don’t be” she smiles friendly.

“can I have ur number tho?”

“uh you should ask Eddie that I don’t know it” you shrug your shoulders.

“then I will”

—10 minutes later—

You were still dancing but you noticed some people going home already but it was still crowded.

“oeeehh is it okay if i dance this one with my boyfriend?” She asks if take my breath away comes on.

“sure don’t worry about me” you smile.

“thanks sweetie” Mary goes over to her boyfriend and dances together slowly in a perfect rhythm. You look around seeing only couples dancing so you’re just standing there fucking awkward. You walk over to a wall by the music and you lean against it.

“Come on Eddie, look at her standing all alone” Gareth tries to convince Eddie to dance with you.

“no I don’t like dancing, you know that.” Eddie says annoyed.

“okay fine, then i will because this is just sad man.” Gareth says walking over to you. You didn’t notice at first but suddenly someone takes your hand.

“come” Gareth smiles. You smile back taking his hand, he walks over to Mary and her boyfriend and places his hands on your back and you wrap your arms around his neck. He was just a little taller then you so it was easy.

“I asked Eddie if he wants to dance but he gets grumpy if he’s too drunk” Gareth chuckles.

“that’s fine” you smile.

“whore” anyone behind you said and you’re really sure that was about you. You look behind you to see a blonde guy with a basketball sweater on.

“huh? What did you say?” You let Gareth go and turn to him. The boy looks at your belly and snorts.

“come on Jason let her go” a blonde girl pulls his sweater.

“who’s the dad? Or you had so many you don’t even know anymore?” He laughs, some other people do too. You open your mouth to say something but you didn’t have words.

“hey man. You better leave her alone.” Eddie stands next to you suddenly.

“or what Munson?” He smirks.

“Nothing. Eddie has nothing to do with it but I just want to say it’s very sad that you talk to a woman like that.” You snap. Eddie looks at you and raises his eyebrows while you push past Jason making your way to the backyard of the house.

You sit down in the cold wet grass all alone in the dark. You shiver because you only had a dress on and it’s winter. You thought of the things Jason said to you, you realized they were true. You were a whore and you had slept with much men but one thing was a lie; you knew who the dad was..

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eaterofman · 4 months

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Ever since I consumed your work I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT JAKE KWBSUWNAOSH HE'S BLONDE AND HE LOOKS GOOD AJJWJAJSNEJ MORE HEADCANNONS ABOUT HIM PLS? I love a silly blonde guy with his silly ties with his silly suits I jus wanna kiss him

Sorry it took me so long to respond, but here's a bit of an expansion on Jake's character, and some other little odds and ends about him <3

Jake is definitely the most... inconspicuous of the coworkers, at least at first. You probably won't even realize anything is wrong for awhile, if you ever do. He's great at coming off as a very discrete yandere. Even if he's completely obsessed with you, you may never even realize the true extent of his obsession.

You'll probably see Jake the most out of all your coworkers outside of work. He just so happens to frequent all your usual spots, and tends to run his errands around the same time as you! What a funny coincidence.

Even if you somehow managed to get out of your contract, you're not escaping Jake. He'll build himself up to be a presence in your personal life to ensure that he'll always have a reason to be in your life. He doesn't care if it's as a friend, coworker, or something more, he just wants you in whatever way you'll give him.

While he doesn't have superiority over you like the other coworkers, he absolutely utilizes the unease and isolation they cause you. He's very opportunistic, and he'll adapt to your wants and needs, so long as it gets him closer to you. Feel like you don't have any friends in the office? Don't worry about it! Jake is there to comfort you, always.

Jake really just wants to dote on you, 24/7. Whether that be through cooking for you, baking, or just making you laugh, he puts his all into making his darling happy. After all, the happier he makes you, the less you need other people to make you happy, right?

Speaking of baking and cooking, Jake is an amazing chef. Once he knows you like something, or even overhears you imply that you like something, he's putting 101% of his free time into perfecting his own recipe for said food, but he'll pass it off as if he simply had leftovers. Strangely, no one else in the office is ever given these "leftovers", but you're not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Jake has a huge array of "definitely pushing company policy" suits and ties. He sticks out like a sore thumb, but he's great at his job and the higher ups love him, so he gets away with a lot of shit.

More recently, he may or may not be offering even more incentive for the CEO and HR to look the other way in the form of information about you. He keeps the particularly juicy stuff to himself of course, but he definitely utilizes the others' obsessions with you for leverage to get away with more shit, even if he sees them as competition. Even if he throws them a few crumbs, he's confident he'll still win you over in the end.

Definitely wears themed ties around the holidays. It's particularly bad around Christmas... those ones sing.

He's very into stupid, gen z-esque humor. Tons of lame dad jokes and puns. Definitely scrolls through tiktok on company time.

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Gold Scarf ✨🧣✨

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There's more angst in this one (in addition to the toe curling smut lol), which maybe foreshadows some things to come...👀 (I've done so much fluff recently, I just couldn't help it!) Mind the warnings below the pic.

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His large hand is now squishing yours, numbing your fingers, and you can feel the nervousness pulsate through him as you try to keep up with his fast-moving long legs hustling down the dim corridor. Now that you’re here, you know his buzzing is also excitement, as if the electricity from the crowd is shooting through the building and straight into his veins. He’s a bundle of nerves, tension, and anticipation, magnified by whatever he may or may not have taken to get him here.

The security guards stop the entourage for a moment, and you see Joe up ahead discussing something heatedly with one of them. Looking over at Elvis, you take in all his glory in profile. He looks incredible—the white jumpsuit cut perfectly to flatter every inch of him. A golden scarf lies around his neck, matching the gold belt that accentuates his waistline and the gold gems sewn in swirling pattens all over. The scarf is tucked into the suit, which is zipped down low, exposing his chest. Your mouth waters at the little bush of chest hair you are able see and you cannot stop yourself from staring openly at your husband from head to toe.

He must feel your eyes on him because his head swivels in your direction, your gaping distracting him for a second. Caught, you straighten up, look away coyly, and bite your lips in a smile.

“And jus’ what do you think you’re doin’, lookin’ at me like that, darlin’? This is not the time,” he scolds, but his smirk belies it and you can tell he is enjoying your gaze.

“A woman can’t admire her husband when he looks so sexy?” you whisper into his ear. You pull back and give him another once over.

The charged air is now filling with more than just the electricity of the crowd. Elvis gives you a heated, cautionary look that tells you that you are playing with fire, but you know it is also keeping him from escalating too far into his stage fright and doubt. You smile coquettishly back at him.

He grunts and huffs at you. Surrounded by the Mafia and security, Elvis whispers something to one of the guys near him, who in turn whispers whatever was said on to the others. In a flash, Elvis is yanking you into a dark little alcove in the tunnel, all the men suddenly turning around and showing you their backs. Yelping and trying not to break your ankle in your tall heels, you have no choice but to follow.

“You are a naughty lil’ vixen. I should tan your hide for gettin’ me all riled up right before I gotta go on,” he growls, wagging his finger at you while walking you back against the cold concrete wall. Heat radiates off him in sharp contrast as he moves towards you.

You look down, and two things become evident: One, for whatever reason, he has chosen not to wear his dance briefs tonight, and two, Little Elvis is rapidly standing to attention beneath his white suit.

Oh shit. You hadn’t considered he might get this excited, and your miscalculation is quickly becoming an issue as the seconds tick on.

Your heart starts racing as he presses close into you. His cock pokes into your lower belly, and he puts his hand only somewhat gently around the side of your throat. He leans in close, his warm lips brushing your ear.

“Go on. Ya made him all needy—ya best take care of it,” he says matter-of-factly. His thumb brushes your throat. “Now.”

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I absolutely adore the new Pavitr fic you did! I constantly think of the idea of being a mother slash parental figure to Pav. Now you’ve got me thinking ‘BUT WHAT IF THE ROLES WERE REVERSED?’. Omg okay but would that be okay to request? If it isn’t too much to request and it wouldn’t be redundant? I just LOVE Found Family hurt to comfort angst fluff 🥹🥺

Edit: Originally I planned on combining this with another ask, but like Imma just do it here because I got conflicting ideas because of ADHD

Spider-Pup

(Platonic!Big Brother Figure!Pavitr x Spider Society Rookie)

TW/CW: Injuries, Possible Death, Blood, Pavitr's anxiety getting the better of him

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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You weren't much younger than he was, real fresh-faced and bushy-tailed, as they say.

Even your suit was practically generic, off-the-rack copy of one of the Peter Parkers' suits.

Hopeful, jubilant, and a bit naive if he was being honest.

But that is precisely why Pavitr liked you. You reminded him of himself. And, naturally, he took to offering to go with you on missions. It was nice to work with a like-minded, sunny-headed individual such as yourself.

The way you'd swing around HQ, crack jokes, pull pranks...

You were a sweet person, but sometimes your sweetness can be a real weakness. (Pavitr would know, seriously.)

Your whole personality was endearing, everyone around you loved you. Even Pavitr, in a way. Being around you had triggered some kinda feeling inside him that just said "protect the bean child" every time he was around you.

Jessica had chuckled at him one day and said "congrats on adopting the newbie" and that his "big brother instincts" woke up whenever you were around.

He vehemently denied it of course. For whatever reason.

But everyone knew it and called him out on his little fib.

Even Miguel would assign him to missions with you by default just to keep him from annoying him when he got back and you weren't there.

"What if they need my help? Where are they? Who are they fighting? Have they called you back yet? Have they called Lyla?"

Miguel just didn't want another headache, and it saved time.

But right now?

Right now was probably the worst day of Pavitr's life, recently.

You were on a mission, fighting some kind of variant of Doc Ock. His new mechanical arms designed to shoot projectiles.

You failed to dodge in time.

You got one spike in the shoulder, and the other right in your gut. Because you were still alive, one of the other Spideys said you were lucky and it missed your liver and spleen, because you didn't bleed to death like, on the spot.

It didn't ease his fears at all. Not when your blood soaked into his gloves, staining the front of his suit as he carried you through the portal, rushing you back into HQ.

Doc Ock had been beaten, but Pavitr was more concerned about you. You so reminded him of the stray pups he fed in the alleys back in Mumbattan.

The Spider-Pup. That's what everyone called you.

His Spider-Pup.

And right now, you were dying. Or possibly dying. The distinction didn't matter, all he saw was the blood and it sent his body into autopilot.

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Pavitr paced outside the operation room in the medical wing, his hands wringing themselves out in worry.

It got to the point the blood dried and Hobie had to drag him somewhere else to get a shower and put on some clean clothes.

"Relax." Hobie had told him, a large hand clapped on his shoulder. "Your kid sib's gonna be fine, Pav. Jus' calm down."

"I know but what if--"

"You'll loose ya marbles if ya only focus on them what-if's, Pav. Let the docs do their thing, yeah? Our li'le Pup'll be just fine."

Pavitr's shoulders slumped.

It had been hours since you were out into surgery. He figured at least he'd hear something at this point. News, a passing medic, hell, even a ping from Lyla as she monitored the situation--

"You're going to wear a hole in the floor, kid." The guy dressed in some kind of military uniform said. Ah. Spider-Medic. That's what everyone called him, and it stuck. He was "the best guy to have 'round when it came to ya guts're hangin' out" as Hobie explained it to you.

"Sorry." Pavitr mumbled, twiddling his thumbs anxiously.

"Well, Pup's doing fine. Gonna need some blood transfusions, and--"

"I'm a match!" Pavitr blurted.

It was true, talking one day you brought up random facts about yourselves. That's when you found out that the two of you were matching blood types. After that you elbowed him and laughed saying you knew where to find an emergency kidney if you needed one.

But right now that banter was about to literally pay off.

"Hmmh. All right. Let me take your vitals and I'll get you rigged." Spider-Medic said, leading Pavitr into an adjacent room.

Hobie crossed his arms, tapping his foot on the floor. He was hoping Pavitr couldn't see how worried he was about you.

They weren't lying when they said everyone loved you.

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You dragged your eyes open, your senses slowly coming back to you.

You could feel something heavy taped to your face, in your nose.

You turned your head with a soft groan, feeling the pain creep through the drugs the medic gave you.

Almost immediately, you recognized the fluffy hair and tanned skin of the man next to you.

"Pavitr?" Your voice slurred out.

Immediately his head whipped towards you and the biggest grin you'd ever seen erupted on his face. It was so bright it could probably turn the sun to shame.

He shouted your name excitedly and hopped to his feet, only to wince and mutter a curse as he plopped back down to his seat, frowning at his arm.

"Whoops! I ah, ha ha... forgot!" Pavitr said, rubbing the back of his head.

Your eyes trailed down and saw the port in his arm, the tube connected to a small object hanging on the stand... and connected to your own arm.

"P-Pavitr?" You say, your eyes now fully focused, pupils blown out from the painkillers flowing through your system.

"Yeah! Yeah, don't freak out!" Pavitr said to you, trying to allay your fears. "The doc said you needed blood and yeah, we were right! I'm a match for you, so..."

Your lip wobbled and you felt tears burn in your eyes, guilt filling you.

"Hey! Hey, what's wrong?" Pavitr asked, touching your hand with his free one, giving a soft squeeze.

"I--I messed up. I thought I could do it right, be like all of you. B-But I'm not as fast, or strong..."

Pavitr, ignoring the pain in his arm, moved and gripped the back of your head, bringing your forehead against his in a comforting gesture.

"Hey, kid. All that matters is that you're alive. Okay? We beat the bad guy, nobody else got hurt." He said softly.

You nodded softly, looking up into his eyes.

"And besides! You need to hurry up and get better so you can drink the chai my Aunty told me to give you! It's her own special bleeeeeend~" He said, waggling his eyebrows, making you laugh.

Seeing your spirits lifted, he pulled back and sat in his seat, hoping to hurry and finish the transfusion.

"See? That's a good Pup! Now go on and get better, you little twerp!" He grinned.

"Jerk." You sniffled, smiling as you wiped away your tears.

You were the best stray he'd ever adopted.

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poppadom0912 · 2 years

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High

Characters: Every other character from Intelligence, Connor Rhodes x Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of Drugs, swearing, violence, very brief murder.

Summary: Long story short, your undercover goes wrong.

Part One, Part Two

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You were in your element. Everything had gone smoothly and was going to continue like so unless anyone was prepared to plan their funeral.

Technically, this was a drug bust but for that to happen, Intelligence needed some inside info which meant someone going undercover. Of course, you were the first to volunteer.

Previously, before transferring to Intelligence, you used to be in Narcotics, and it was always your strong suit. Your parents were both involved in drugs, it got messy very fast and before you were even in high school, your mother overdosed, and your father was killed as payment for his debts. Ever since then, you dedicated your life in preventing that from happening to anyone else.

No one had a reason to object and after several reruns of the plan, assurance of code words and your team wishing you the best of luck despite knowing you wouldn't need it, it still felt necessary. You were pretty damn good at your job and had the best team behind you.

Looking around the very, very dimly lit room, the few LED lights changing from one vibrant colour to the next, irritating you when the colour changed to a dark blue, red or green that made it difficult to see properly.

It was getting later and later into the night. You hadn't slept in over 24 hours or so, you were beginning to lose count and all you wanted to do was go home and cuddle with your cat, maybe call your boyfriend if he wasn't at work.

You made sure to call him before leaving the precinct, briefly telling him what you were doing and saying you'd call him once everything was over.

Little did you know of the events about to unfold.

Your dress was pretty simple, nothing fancy that you were wearing for a second time, the first time being when you wore it to some charity event at the end of last year with Connor. You had nothing else so why put such an expensive dress to waste.

The dress was all black, coming down above your knees. The sleeves were sheer black, a little poofed at your shoulders as it reached down to your thumb, cuffing at your wrist. Exiting the break room all dressed up received several whistles and compliments upon compliments that were nothing but teasing coming from the team.

Yawning, you covered mouth as a reflex but took the few seconds to speak. "I may as well be blind with these lights, you got anything for me?"

In reply, you got several voices replying with no but all saying it in their own way making you groan loud enough that only they would hear, ignoring the few snickers you received.

Tapping your fingers against the bar, one finger after the other as you went from your pinky, to your ring, middle and then index, repeating several times and getting into a rhythm that made the tapping sound soothing. It was something you often did when you were bored, the sound always annoyed Connor but that only made you continue, going faster.

Your eyes dragged around the room again, looking for any abnormalities as the lights changed colour again. You let yourself inspect every other person you laid eyes on, girls were drunk, couples were dancing together, and you were sure that in the dark corner you would find people making out and some maybe even going further than just kissing.

You felt yourself heave at the sight of a couple going at it like bunnies in the further corner of the room. Normally, since it was the darkest part of the entire place, you wouldn't have noticed but there were spotlights.

The owner of the club, who was the guy you were looking for. He had spotlights in the club and as they landed on a person, said person would be taken by his guys and never to be seen again. Hence the club's name, Spotlight.

Before the spotlight found a target, never looking for anyone specific, it would roam around the room, and it just so happened to graze over the couple in the corner. As you were following the spotlights movements, you saw everyone it went over.

"I'm going to buy myself a drink, forget I ever saw that." You said to yourself, flagging down the bartender and ordering a beer. You were still at work and even though you had a decently good tolerance to alcohol, you weren't taking any risks in your order.

Your comment only allowed further laughter from the team. The sound consistent in your earpiece covered by your strategically styled hair.

Taking a sip from the beer the bartender handed to you, you went back to analysing the room before your eyes landed on a man dressed in a black shirt and pants, balding hair, grey stubble and a cigarette between his fingers, that's what caught your eye first.

Everything was allowed in the club, everything as illegal as could be was allowed but not smoking.

Smirking behind the brown bottle, you took a sip before whispering. "Found em."

His eyes settled on every other girl. His targets were never specified ranging from all genders, and none looked the same. Tonight, it seemed his targets were modest girls, the less erratic ones that preferred to have a drink to themselves as they watched their friends get as drunk as possible.

Lucky for you, it meant that there was no need to get up and into character, you were good right where you were sitting alone sipping on a beer.

Trying to catch his attention, you put a leg on top of the other, continuing to sit idly, drink and occasionally fiddle with your dress or a fallen strand of hair.

Gulping, goosebumps ran down your spine, your eyes screwing shut from the sudden bright light you were exposed to.

You were in the spotlight.

"Let's do this." You whispered to yourself, both to hype yourself up and to let everyone over the comms know that it was finally time to get serious.

Sitting up straight, you set the beer down on the bar counter and looked directly up, into the light, basically blinding yourself but you had to assure yourself it was all a part of the act.

Hissing at the bright light, you spun in the chair coming face to face with a set of broad shoulders of a man that wasn't your main target but one of his many, many henchmen.

"Uh, hi?" You nervously waved at the serious man, taking note of the gun securely sat on his belt. The only weapon you had on yourself was the knife strapped to your thigh, your heels, and obviously hand to hand combat which would include using your hands and legs, but you had no problem getting dirty.

Wasting no time, the man’s hand clutched your arm, dragging you with no effort at all, to the back, away from the public eye.

Pretending to struggle in your heels, wincing at the hands pressure, you were brought down a set of metal stairs that you did not remember being in the buildings layout. This wasn't good. You were going into territory you, nor any of the team were familiar with and that put many screws in your plan.

You debated on whether or not to say one of the first warning code words. You could say it and let the team know from the very start when things started to not go right, or you could wait a bit longer to see how things went.

All four walls of the large room were black, concrete floor, you took notice of the stacks of drugs in the room, the amount taking you by surprise. You were not expecting that much, no one was.

A man came walking in from the same directions you came from, his chuckle made you want to smack his face, but you were being held back by both your thoughts and the big man clutching your arm.

"You by yourself miss or you got a friend we can go back and pick up, bring her down to keep ya company?" He asked, taking slow steps towards you as he stomped on his finished cigar.

Shaking your head slowly so your hair wouldn't get ruined, the man sighed in faux disappointment but then perked up, a sinister smile making its debut.

"Perfect. Let's get started then, shall we?"

Being pushed into a cushioned metal chair, the lights flickered and his bodyguards, henchmen, whatever they were, started to leave the room taking black bin bags filled with drugs with them.

What the hell?

Slightly alarmed, you sat up straight and watched your target with careful eyes. You needed to warn your team, you waited too long and didn't want to waste any more time.

"The names Ian." He introduced himself, but you already knew his name, his last name, date of birth and even the last restaurant he ate in along with the meal he ordered.

"My friends call me Paris." You started with, trying your best to get the word out. Seeing his apprehension at your 'name', you briefly explained. "I go to Paris every holiday for this bakery that has the best crepes. I definitely recommend if you’re a crepe over waffle guy."

Internally, you were strangling yourself at your cover up story being so shit but as he hummed and nodded, it obviously worked.

Ian then went into storytelling, letting you know how he got into the drug business and what he was going to do to you. However, unknown to him, you already knew everything and was focused on your surroundings rather than his droning voice.

It alarmed you that you two were the only inhabitants left in the room with all the furniture, no trace of drugs left behind making you worry a little.

You made the mistake of not listening to Ian's description of what he was going to do to you. Your eyes continuing to survey the room and landing on metal tanks similar to the size of a fire extinguisher.

Closing your eyes slowly, you let them stay shut before taking in a deep breath, holding it for however long was needed so you didn't inhale anything you weren't supposed to.

The sound of hissing followed the abrupt stop of Ian's very detailed description that you were regretting not paying attention to. His laugh filled the large room, and a few men came jogging down the metal stairs as if his laugh was their cue.

Standing up abruptly, you tapped the side of your thigh, prepared to whip out your knife.

Ignoring the funny smell, you looked at the muscly men with a bored expression that randomly set them off.

One by one, they came lunging forward and you wasted no time in taking the hilt of your knife, stabbing the first dude in the shoulder, kneeing him down in his parts before shoving him head first on the concrete. The second dude managed a hand on your non-dominant arm - stupid man - allowing you to still use the knife, stabbing him in the abdomen, kicking his legs and not waiting for him to hit the floor before stepping in his hand, heel coming off as it lodged itself deep and wouldn't come out no matter how hard you tried with your foot.

The next two came forward together and it was at this time your team made themselves present in your ear. The familiar female voice putting you at ease despite what was happening. "Y/N, you good?"

Grunting, you held your breath as you stabbed one of the two in their bicep, where the knife stayed, pushing him back so he wasn't in your way and found yourself face to face with the other. "Just peachy Kim, just peach- woah!"

Another man caught you off guard as he trapped you between his arms on the floor. "Oh- Kinky." You said with a smirk as you caught your breath, ignoring your banging head and punched his nose.

The man stood up, but since he was taking his time, you were able to push yourself to sit on his shoulders, thighs suffocating him. As soon as he dropped, face first to the ground, you got off of him and looked at the last man with slumped shoulders.

Your eyes were getting droopy, limbs feeling heavy as you debated on attacking first.

The man picked up a screwdriver, holding it as though he was going to stab you but approaching him, you harshly slapped his face, relishing in the sound it made and stabbed him in his thigh with your remaining heel that kept you at an uneven height.

Struggling to breath, you spun around to survey the room, ignoring the unconscious bodies you found that Ian managed to escape but with your hazy thoughts, you weren't too sure.

Before you could let the team know Ian had escaped, you were met with darkness.

*****

Hands on her hip, Hailey sighed in relief watching as patrol apprehended all the men responsible, including Ian who came out running. All the club-goers were long gone meaning all that was left was the last bit of arrests, putting the drugs away at the district and taking you home.

Turning to her partner, Hailey questioned him as she looked around for any sign of a dressed up woman among all the uniformed officers. "Hey, has Y/N come out yet?" She nudged him with her elbow.

Jay seemed to do the same as her, looking around the street for any sign of their teammate but after finding nothing, he shook his head.

Frowning, Hailey called out for you on the comm that remained in her ear. "Y/N, you there?"

With no reply, she asked again. "Anyone seen Y/N?"

With negatives all across the board, Hailey and Jay turned to face the closed of club in sync.

Picking up the yellow tape, Jay nodded towards the club at their gathering team. Everyone went in pairs, remembering the layout of the club it would be quick and easy to find you.

"How fun." Adam shone his flashlight on the broken door, poorly poking it open and looking down the pitch black corridor, his single light doing him no favours. "Seems our guy had a secret lair."

Giving everyone no more than a second to digest his words, Adam went ahead, trying his best to navigate blindly, trying not to curse when he nearly slipped on a smooth surface. Looking down, he found metal and upon dragging his flashlight, he found a lovely set of totally inconspicuous stairs.

His steps echoed as he got down as fast as possible but as he reached the bottom, he found lights and decided on abandoning his flashlight.

The sight would be hilarious if it weren't for his unconscious friend. Men strewn around the room, all also unconscious but not dead, heels in two of them as they all found themselves lying on top of each other. The only person who wasn't seriously hurt was you.

You were on your side, hands on the floor as if you were going to push yourself up, feet bare and your hair looking as angelic as could be.

"Oh man, Y/N." Adam dropped to his knees, laying you flat on your back and assessing for any serious injuries.

Before being able to radio the team, Adam took notice of the off smell, eyes snapping to the empty tanks in the corner of the room.

Not even thinking twice, he hooked his arm under your knees and rested your neck against his inner elbow. He jogged up the metal staircase, coming face to face with a flashlight as he reached the top.

"Well." Kevin looked at your sleeping figure, stepping back so Adam could get you out.

"She's not hurt from the looks of it, that blood is most likely cause she hit her head but that's it." Adam let everyone know as he entered the main part of the club that the rest of the Intelligence unit occupied. "I'm not too sure what that was downstairs, but she's inhaled some sort of gas."

Hearing that there was a downstairs was the first surprise but hearing the word gas immediately meant notifying CFD.

Just as they were going to ask for an assist from an ambulance, you groaned making all eyes fall on your figure.

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