#made the met gala night so fucking annoying

[beecampbell]

can everyone shut up about pedro pascal im about to bite

#shut up Shut Up SHUT UP #he looks like the most normal run of the mill dude #like he doesnt look bad but REALLY? HIM? #thats your god?????? #made the met gala night so fucking annoying #everyone gushing over his boring ass look lmao #born to fish forced to post

[umadosedepascal]

HIGH MILES CLUB | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | PART I

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner: @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: After partying hard at Met Gala making out with you in the bathroom and later taking you to his hotel room in NY, he finds something inside his red overcoat pocket in the middle of the airport. But it doesn’t stop, more unexpected and hot things happens during his flight back home.

wc: 3.6k

rating/warnings: [Smut] [unprotected PiV] [Semi public sex][Sex on the plane][Pedro out of control][Pedro dom][Masturbation m][Bites][Suck/kiss with cum][Drugs][Do not make noise]

Exactly 7:00 a.m., his phone alarm goes on. Unfortunately the only and most annoying way not to miss his flight.

Pedro takes a few seconds to assimilate that he is no longer sleeping and that loud sound is not part of a nightmare.

With a grunt, he runs his hand over his face and opens his eyes.

_Damn hangover_

He gets up going to the bathroom with heavy head and eyes throbbing.

He just wanted to take a quick shower and catch his flight back home. It was a simple thing, he just wanted to rest until that discomfort went away.

When he came out of the drowsiness, while watching the hot shower water run in front of him, he remembered the events of last night and immediately felt a twinge, a sudden horniness that came along with images of the previous night.

The way you frowned your eyebrow, suffering of pleasure for him.

_Damn, was she feeling that horny? _

Pedro's hand is already holding his cock, which was already hard, pre cum shining on top of light pink head, veins all apparent pulsating as he squeezed while the hot water now hit his neck and went down his back. His muscles were relaxing with the heat while his cock only got harder and harder, he felt the constant throbbing, the way when his hand went up to the tip of the cock, thick drops of pre cum accumulated, Pedro passed his thumb around the head spreading his horniness, sliding his hand until he almost touched his balls.

Biting his lips with his eyes closed, some highlights of you in the bathroom, totally surrendered to what he well wanted to do, obviously in a state that would never tell him "no", makes him feel his cock pulsating desperately. Breathing failing between your teeth, making your toes squirm.

It doesn't take long. Releasing a low moan, he cums on the bathtub floor. He straightens his body, not getting carried away by the feeling of relaxation, and decides that finishing that quick bath would be the best thing to do. Despite the effort, he does not realize that he spent good minutes staring at the mirror, the towel wrapped around his waist, drops of water dripping from his hair, going down his neck until they accumulate in the towel on his hips. Still lost in memories.

“Fuck!” He goes from one side to the other in the room, picking up clothes throwning here and there, sticking everything in the suitcase anyway. He hates being late, so it would have to be like that. So rushes sticking all clothes inside the suitcase including the red overcoat..

Arriving at the airport, he orders a 6 shots coffee and a something to eat, however, he realizes that his suitcase is badly closed, deciding to open and tidy up properly before boarding.. he takes the red coat and sees a black tip in its pocket and pulls out.

Taking off slowly, looking at the delicate black lace on his fingers, coming out of the pocket of his red overcoat, it was inevitable not to remember the night before that he was still so vivid in his memory. He grabs those panties and in a quick thought puts it in the pocket of his jeans while closing the suitcase quickly.

A wave of excitement begins to rise all over his body, he can remember exactly the moment he took it out of your body to feel your pussy swallowing his cock inside that bathroom. Damn, he was in the middle of the airport having a coffee and the only thought that comes to his mind is: did these damn panties have to show up right here? He then finishes his coffee and goes to the boarding gate, his flight is next, but his thoughts are too far away, he is still in the hotel, in that bed, and now, with panties inside his pocket, which seems to burn his skin.

It's strange the feeling of dissociating for a few minutes. That's how Pedro felt, his legs leading him towards boarding, because only what he saw before his eyes were those sheets, the feeling of your hands scratching him, his legs trembling, his mouth half open while looking into your eyes asking for more. Full of desire, but indescribable. What was going on in your head while he touched you? Why was that suddenly in his head?

That's exactly why. Because he thought it would be a predictable situation, but there was you surpassing yourself once again. fucking panties in your pocket? He didn't expect such a surprise.

When he got on the plane, he was still in auto mode, greeting the flight attendants while looking at the number of seats, but barely understood what was written. By a miracle, he found his place. As he sat down, Pedro took a deep breath, with his hands on his face for a few seconds. "Just a couple hours... then I'm home. It's fine.", he thought.

He thought he would relax on this flight back home.

He couldn't be more mistaken.

Pedro stretches his legs and tries to relax as much as he can. After a few minutes, he no longer knew how much time had passed, he saw a person entering the plane's restroom.

"No. Fuck, no" He thought, as he felt his heart beat in his ears, the idea that went through his head. The fingers of his left hand that were resting on his leg flexed, scratching the jeans.

_Too late. _

He thinks too late, but his fingers think something else. He feels his cock harden little by little in his underwear "Fuck...not here, wait until you get home at least, you idiot"

But his body wants it and that's stronger than any thought. Pedro runs his fingers down his knee feeling the texture of the jeans, the feeling of the clothes too tight, everything bothered him, he just needed to get rid of these clothes and bury himself in a wet pussy.

He looks at the restroom door again and sees that is now free.

“Fuck it..”

He gets up, feeling these panties in his left pocket, it still looks wet, it looks crazy but he feels the moisture.

He enters the restroom, locks the door and looks at himself in the mirror

¿Qué hace un viejo como tú?

He leans on the wall in front of the mirror, his left hand squeezing your panties, taking it out of his pocket he raises almost the height of his eyes and thinks how you had the balls to sneak this inside his overcoat.

The right hand quickly opens the belt and buttons, slightly pulls the pants down leaving only his hardon out. He looks at himself in the mirror and sees the complete mess he is, messy hair, sweat accumulates on his forehead, crumpled shirt and low jeans with your panties in his hand.

Pedro touches himself, first squeezes his cock, feeling a shiver climb his spine, lowering his head with your panties in his hand, looking and watching some parts of his dry cum.. and thinks loudly "what a hell am I doing? ... shit...”

He starts to caress his cock while rubbing the black tiny panties in his nose, he begins to imagine that you were there.. squeezing his cock, spitting on it and making sudden up and down movements, he imagines that he is shoving it in your pussy. He's already a few minutes inside that restroom and someone knocks on the door.

He was already so immersed in pleasure that it takes a few seconds to notice the noise, and only then after the third knock he does come back to himself... "oh... fuck! Restroom is busy.." he replies panting, with his eyes closed, biting his lower lip while caressing his cock more slowly, his head thrown back, imagining that his sliding his hands on your lips and pussy, both so hot. Trying to control all the pleasure that consumes him, Pedro feels how dirty is what he is doing at this moment, dozens of people on this plane, but he can only focus on the smell of your panties, the smell mixed with yours, the smell of pleasure you both had the night before, and this only makes his cock throbbing even more on his fingers. He bites his lip hard and start stroking again while remembering how your pussy squeezed his cock every time he pushed hard, his fingers putting more presure as he slides hard down the cock, pre cum accumulating more and more he grabs the edge of the sink, with his head thrown back he lets out a low moan... "shit... how I want to fuck that pussy right now.."

His heart beating so fast, rubbing your panties tightly on his face, his eyes closing again, while in his mind it was inevitable the dilemma that was going on. He wanted to forget everything, he just wanted to focus on your face in his mind, but not when you said something indecent, or almost screamed, but on the low moans you let out sometimes, almost a trembling cry, showing how much you liked it when he went deeper. How hungry and thirsty you were for him, for his body.

He could only think about how much he wanted to be inside you again. Cumming inside you. And then run fingers in that pussy, soaked. He wanted you to see his cum dripping on his fingers, all mixed, with that hungry look. His mind was already going far, the knocks on the door already forgotten, everything getting far away.

The image of you sucking his fingers, feeling his taste, yours, biting slowly and soon after smiling as you stared at him, was enough.

"F-fuc..k... Fuck! Fuc-ki..ng hell...". He already knows that, as much as he wants, he couldn't last any longer, Pedro puts your panties on his cock head and cums hot. He stays there for a few seconds touching himself, feeling his balls, his breathing calming down.

Holding the panties firmly over his cock, in that tiny restroom, he leans his back against the wall. Stands there, staring at his messy reflection in the mirror, feeling the sweat on his back. "That filthy brat..." It's just what you think about at the moment.

He takes you panties with both hands, observes the new stain spots, and that makes him still pulsate. “Take a deep breath and get out of this place..”

He sighs, wraps it and tuck and keeps inside his pocket again. He arranges his pants and belt, his breath is still returning to normal. Pedro throws water on his face, washing his dirty hand with cum, but his mind imagining that you is the one who should clean his hand, licking every remaining drop. Paying for what he just did in public.

Pedro checks his look in the mirror again and hopes that no one notices the red face, the face of that guy who just came hot. He opens the door facing two people waiting in line, he smiles embarrassed and apologizes. He goes back to the hallway and to his seat, but a tou are standing nearby, you are picking up something in the luggage compartment facing back to him, he waits for you to pick up the bag helping lower the compartment door. You look up to thank the person, when you realize widen your eyes and giggles at him saying “no…Pedro? What you doing here? Same flight?”

He freezes for a second thinking that he just came in a pair of panties, that is yours.

Shy, he smiles and asks

“What are you doing here?”

He laughs, he feels his cheeks burn.

You say “Same as you, coming back home”

He is so nervous, thinking about what he just did in the restroom and seeing you in front of him. He scratches the back of his neck and passes by you sitting on his spot. You go to yours and wave to him trying not to disturb people going to their own seat.

He rests his head on the backrest and closing his eyes with his right hand scratching his nose, close to his eyebrow.

Pedro feels his cock pulsating in his boxers

“What the fuck is your problem?”

He's in 6A and you in 4D, just two rows away... the on-board service starts. He looks at the hallway and sees you picking up a glass of sparkling wine and thinks.. "huh.. I'll take the same..”

After the flight attendant passes with the cart through his row.. he gets up holding his glass, goes to you and asks..

“Can I sit by your side? You know.. sometimes I'm afraid of turbulence...”

You opens a huge smile and points to the seat next to you.

He gets anxious somehow and starting saying... "was good last night huh? And you blushing "yep, that piercing on your lips...how can I forget" trying not to talk dirty around people. He soon interrupts you by saying "that piercing? Ohhhhh I hated, btw I can't stop thinking about us last night.. I wish I could be doing sassy thing with you now...” grabbing your thigh discreetly and smiling without taking his eyes off yours.

You laughs as you drink the sparkling wine, feeling his soft and warm hand on your thigh. With just one touch you are automatically taken to that bed at that fancy hotel room. You looks at him, feeling the lust burn on his skin and asks "after yesterday, you must be all booked I believe.." putting your hand on his. He gives a smile from the corner of his mouth, takes a sip of the sparkling wine and approaching your ear saying "I cancel any appointments so I can fuck you again". Give you a soft kiss on your cheek and get back up to his spot. His words was enough to flood your pussy, reminding you of every inch of that room, the smell of him and the wine. You looks at the clock and realizes that there are only a few more minutes left for the plane to land. A few more minutes and you will be able to feel him again inside you, just a few more minutes...

Pilot announces "open time in Los Angeles with 20 degrees.. we are 15 minutes from LAX, please recline your seats and keep your belts fastened."

So Pedro thinks "15 minutes...and probably I won't meet her again soon..." he gets up and goes towards the restroom.. passing by your seat he says low "come, come with me right now, restroom is free.." and you laugh nervously and say “are you crazy?.." without an answer you are just pulled by the arm by him.

He walks behind you slowly down the hallway, without raising suspicions.

Pedro locks the door with one hand, and with the other pulls you by the neck kissing you talking softly between pauses in the kiss "let's do it quick, babe"

The first impact of his lips is a surprise, but you take a deep breath and closes your eyes. That's really happening again and on a plane! The feeling of being attacked, in your mind, was better than any waiting or encounters within the normality. So the heat in your body took over quickly, and in seconds the kiss was already a mess of tongues, bites and panting breaths.

Desperate.

Pedro simply emptied his mind completely. Only desire existed, only extinct took care of his body. If the rational side came into play at any moment, it would be a disaster.

And that's exactly why he acts fast, turning you against the sink. He thinks "I bet you like the vision. Force you to watch yourself come apart like this...", like an animal, but dont you dare to scream out loud, using what is still left of self-control. Quickly Pedro bends down, getting on his knees lowering your skirt, your panties together, taking a bite of your ass. He gets up panting, his breath running down your spine, when he looks you in the eyes, what you sees is another Pedro, it was difficult to hide the horniness he was feeling. He didn't want to think, he didn't want to calculate anything.

You look at yourself in the mirror, your hair messy, gasping, while you hear the noise of his belt opening. That's enough to make you wet. The feeling of anticipation was always incredible, the cold air hitting the thighs, the exposed pussy. You bite your lip and closes your eyes again, just giving yourself to the moment, but soon after you are surprised. You let out a sigh, staring at him in the mirror, while you feel the tip of his cock rub your pussy lips while his left hand now holds your hip firmly.

"Are you ok?" Despite feeling like an animal, he still worried about you.

"Fuck, it's fine" you don’t even let him finish the question and moves his hip back and he can't hold the moan, quickly putting his lips on your shoulder, biting so that no one outside hears, his hand squeezing your hip even more.

With his free hand, he covers your lips, because as soon as he puts his whole cock inside your pussy you moan loudly, biting his middle finger. That just makes him feel more horny. The sight of you having his cock holding the edge of to the tiny sink, his hand covering your mouth, but wishing to squeeze your neck until you beg. But you don't have much time, he punches hard feeling your pussy squeeze his cock, the sounds are inevitable, you are so wet that he slides perfectly. The skin-to-skin feeling is suffocating.

You press your ass against him, feeling his cock go deeper. He moans softly biting and licking your shoulders, caring little about the marks that are appearing.

- “Cum on my cock baby girl, please”

You bite his finger more, sucking, and squeezes his cock with your pussy. He takes his hand off your hip and scratching your waist he reachs down to the middle of your legs, pressing your swollen clit. You moan rolling your eyes.

-“ I want to feel that hot pussy squeezing my cock..”

You enjoy biting and sucking his fingers hard, your hands holding the sink so hard.

Pedro removes his hand from your lips, and puts his hand in the middle of your back, causing you to bend more in the sink.

- “I'ma cum so hard in that pussy babe... Fuck so fucking tight..”

He cums releasing a long growl in your ear, looking at the reflection of the two in the mirror and you both giggles, thinking about the craziness they did.

Pedro licks your back going up and giving you a kiss on your neck, he helps you get dressed, turning you in front of him, but first Pedro slides his finger through your pussy sticking a finger inside you, leaving some of his cum and your cum, he presses on your lips and kiss you, licking it all.

“- You're dangerous Pascal, get me to your bed or we'll have another round here” you say.

Pedro says "you playing dirty calling me like that..."

And you.. “is that an invite?”

And he.. “two knocks on the door and you are mine..”

You get out first so he does right after, and when he passes by your seat, stares at you and gives a wink.

Plane lands, each one following his way as if you were strangers. he comes home exhausted but satisfied, thinking about how crazy this trip was, he sits on the couch and starts laughing alone thinking "what a week.." he stays awake for another couple hours.. but no one knocks at his door.

While putting an empty glass of whiskey in the sink, he smokes some weed while staring through the night out the window. Silence, the house empty, comfortable, the way he always liked it. But this time something bothers. He felt an immense sense of satisfaction after a week like this. Nothing was missing. He could do what he wanted, and so he did on this trip.

What was the problem then?

He crosses the hallways of his house singing softly, weed in hands, wearing only gray sweatpants with bare feet sliding on the floor with laziness.

It was already late, there was no place to wait for more than such an intense day.

"Nobody's gonna show up, your fuckin' moron..."

He throws himself in bed still messy the last time he was at home. Releasing smoke through his nose, he looks at his phone. Many notifications, but none interesting.

He thinks he's too old for such nonsense. After all, what did you expect? More adventures, as if you were 20 years old?

One more drag, looking at the ceiling, he stretches his hand filling the ashtray on the bedside table, puts out the weed. Nestling in the bed between the duvets, that's how Pedro falls asleep. It wasn't always that he slept like this, but after everything that happened, the tension always present in his body decreased considerably. Self-esteem screaming. All this with the feeling of being high. He quickly forgot that he was anxious about a possible visit, plus a one night stand. He was feeling too fucked up.

3:00 AM. While sleeping peacefully, his phone vibrates with a notification.

Pedro didn't catch it.

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[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

drabble idea: Loki coming in when you’re completely booked & busy & stressed, and placing your coffee order on your desk. Only thing is you don’t remember ever telling him your order 🥹🫠

“Coffee, Black” 

Summary: In the midst of the busiest time of the year for work, a little kindness goes a long way, even when coming from unexpected places.

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader Content Warning: none, just some fluff Word Count: 1.5k

“Yes, dammit, I said the GOLD napkins! Stark says silver is tacky! No, I don’t know what tacky means! Do I look like Karamo Brown??”

You could barely understand English anymore. Tony Stark had set you on the warpath when his usual head event planner went into early labor and had to extend her maternity leave, leaving you, the underling, suddenly in charge of the Stark annual fundraiser’s gala. For days upon days now, you were rushing to finalize details for the big event, only thirty-six hours away now. 

You were normally a decent party planner, at least for small events like parties and showers. This was the Stark Gala. Celebrities would be there. Steve Rogers had made himself nearly sick, practicing for weeks what to say when he met Chris Evans. Rumor was that Tom Holland was planning to propose to Zendaya on the balcony and then announce it to the ballroom. The Stark Gala was THE place to be in the US every year, which meant that every year, Tony had to outdo himself somehow. 

And now it’s complete success or failure was contingent on you, whose biggest achievement only your resume was how you’d planned the Greater Scranton Area Dog Show in a week. You couldn’t even get the napkin colors right.

“Well, I’m sure the richest man on the fucking continent could afford a five-hundred-dollar upcharge for the gold ones! I mean, please!” 

The person on the other end of the line was beginning to sound like the teacher from Peanuts. Meanwhile, you were vaguely conscious of the hapless assistant Tony gave you as an aid, although he was hardly ‘aiding’ you, so much as asking you how to do even the simplest things, only adding to the chaos swimming around you. His name was Rolf Schmedike, but you’d quickly shortened his name to ‘Schmeds” to save time, even if he did protest, saying it sounded like an STD. 

“Um, Y/N?”

“Yeah, Schmeds?” 

He rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to do about the coffee bar?”

“No. Damn. Coffee. Bar.” you repeated for the third time that day. “Tony wants full table service throughout the night. He says open bars are classless. No bars. No buffets. No problems, okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” He said dimly before leaving you alone in the office. You growled after him, annoyed.

Back on the phone, the napkin people had put you on hold. You put your phone back on the hook, a loud, metallic, vaguely-annoying big band tune coming over the speakers now, making you cringe. 

Maybe I can find those wine invoices before Schmeds bothers me again about which knife goes where on the table settings…

Too late, you thought as you heard the soft steps re-enter the room. You didn’t bother turning around, this time just yelling over your shoulder, “Chrissake, Schmeds, do I have to speak in tongues to you? NO COFFEE BARS!”

Hearing no replies from him, you sighed in relief as you thumbed through a drawer, finding several bills and invoices, extracting them, and then putting them on the desk to roll around in later, when the inevitable mental breakdown hit in approximately two minutes. You reached over to where your large, black coffee sat by the phone, fresh and piping hot, quickly picking it up and taking a precious sip of the hot liquid, letting its warmth revitalize you before putting it down and turning back to the file cabinet. 

Wait a  damn minute…

You hadn’t gotten coffee this morning. You’d been too busy. 

You paused, gaslighting yourself and trying to pinpoint the moment your mind obviously blocked out: when you’d ordered something, because you’d just absentmindedly taken a sip of your usual, perfectly brewed the specific way you liked it. Oh my god, I’m going insane already…

“I do hope I was correct in recalling that you liked it that way. Flavored salted caramel, nothing else in it, specifically from that little bodega on fifty-ninth street.”

You finally noticed that it wasn’t Schmeds in the doorway, but Loki. Your cheeks immediately went hot as you looked down submissively, a little flustered at the grinning god leaning in your doorway, looking proud of himself. For the most part, the administrators in Stark Tower who’d trained you had insisted that fraternizing with the Avengers was off-limits. They were superheroes! Why would they have any time for “the little people”? 

“It…you were,” was all you managed to say softly. 

Loki smiled, taking that as his signal to come inside. “I apologize for startling you. I assure you, I meant no harm.”

“No harm? This is exactly how I like it,” you said, picking up the cup and taking another sip, being sure to savor the hot, life-sustaining drink this time. “But…I always get my own. How did you--?”

Your new friend grinned wider, mischievously, and you took a reflexive step back. “You read my mind? Without asking?”

Loki pursed his lips playfully, observing how you looked half-apprehensive, half-turned on. “Oh, I get the feeling that if I were to do such a thing, it wouldn’t exactly be visions of hot coffee in your mind right now.”

Woooooord.

You were never able to observe the Avengers close-up, other than Tony, your boss, and occasionally Bruce Banner, who preferred handing you different documents to be filed himself. Loki was the first one of the team who’d given you the pleasure of his direct attention, and it was already becoming a pleasure. You were already drinking in how tight his suit was, how his hair was beautifully tousled about his face, how his teeth were a work of supernatural art. 

And he’d brought you coffee. 

“I…well…uh…”

“Perhaps we could start with a ‘thank you’?” he suggested. “You seem to be slightly at a loss for words, dear.”

You nodded quickly, taking another sip. “Thank you, Mr. Lau--Laufeys--”

He shook his head and put a hand up. “Loki is all I require.” 

You finally mustered a smile and grateful nod. “Thank you, Loki.”

“And for your information, as much as I would love to penetrate your mind and fill it with tempting thoughts of myself, I did not read your mind without your permission,” he explained. “Your underling out there…the little man…he let it slip in conversation.” 

You wanted to know why your drink preferences were the topic of discussion around the water cooler without your knowledge, but it was so easy to be distracted again as Loki closed the gap between you, eventually leaving a few mere inches between you. 

“Why would you care about me and my coffee?” you asked. “We’ve never met.”

Loki shrugged. “Sometimes even I can’t explain my madness,” he mused with a wink. “Or perhaps I had a motive in mind that only you could satisfy.”

You felt your cheeks go hot as you looked into his eyes. “Um…uh…and that is…?”

“My brother is going to this gala event with that scientist he is so fond of, Jane,” Loki explained. “The others all have escorts, and Stark doesn’t want me to be the only one unspoken for at the event. He said something about rich bastards liking symmetry.” 

You giggled. “That sounds like him.” 

“Therefore, consider the drink an offering,” he continued. “Out of all of the eligible people in these offices, you’re the only one who is worthy of my arm, so would you give me the privilege of being my companion to the soiree tomorrow?” 

You smiled warmly. “Well, while I still have no idea why you;ve set your sights on me, I suppose I could indulge you for one evening.” 

Loki smiled, this time bringing up a hand, as if to place it on your cheek, but he stopped himself, stepping back instead, leaving you slightly disappointed. “Perhaps I should save the best for later,” he said, turning to go. “I’ll leave you to your work now, but I will be here at 6 tomorrow evening if you can be ready then.” 

You nodded. “Yes, Mr….Loki.”

Loki purred. “Mr. Loki,” he chuckled. “Perhaps I’ll let you call me that in bed one day…” he said before smoothly making his exit. 

Taking another sip of coffee, your mind immediately switched gears. Work? Work?! What was this ‘work’??

The hold music cut off, and the static dregs of a woman’s voice replaced it. “Hello? Hello?” You mindlessly picked up the receiver and hung up, ending the call. 

Who had time for napkins? You had a dress to find!

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[tomhollandisabae]

Loved the ones you wrote about Lewis. Can you do something angsty. Like they have a huge fight cause he's jealous and even break up, but eventually get back together. Thank youuuu

thank u so much for ur request luvv!!❤️

the met - lewis hamilton x reader

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summary; following your night out at the met gala with lewis, you return home and a huge fight breaks out, leading to many regrets

warnings; heavy angst, panic attack, mentions of death, jealousy, mature language, fluff at the end

words; 1.2k

a/n; please send me ur requests!!❣️

You and Lewis had finally decided to attend the Met Gala together this year for the first time as an official couple. However, if only you knew how things would eventually turn out, you’d never to do that.  

You'd hoped for a nice evening, getting to know new people, socializing and in general having the time of your life with your boyfriend. Nonetheless, as a result of you being a well-known actress- and one of the most beautiful out there- you tended to attract too much attention on you.  

So, when one of your co-stars from your new movie started acting a little friendlier with you, Lewis saw red. You noticed how quickly his behaviour changed, from being out going and relaxed – to being moody and restraint. You thought that he was acting childish, so you decide against paying him any mind, but that infuriated him even more, resulting in you being more than annoyed because of him.  

Undoubtedly, it was expected once you walked in your house, that he’d start throwing fits at you. 

“Lewis, seriously relax” you rolled your eyes as you made your way to your bedroom to change. 

“Relax? You just fucking asked me to relax? No y/n, I won’t relax because you know why huh?” he looked at you while pointing his finger towards you “because today you acted like a total brat, knowing already that whatever you were doing was bothering me, you decided against changing your behaviour and continued on flirting with that asshole.”  

At that point you’ve had enough.  

“I acted like a fucking brat? Me? You're unbelievable Lewis. You have no right to tell me how to behave. I was being friendly towards him, we were playing in a goddamn movie together for six whole months, did you ever think that if I really wanted him like that, I wouldn’t already have done something back then, when I was alone with him?” you yelled at him. 

“I don’t know that...” his posture stiffened. 

“Excuse me?” you asked shocked. 

“I don’t know that nothing happened between you two while I wasn’t around. As you said, it was easier back then and considering the way you both were acting tonight, I don't exactly doubt that.” he told you and you felt your heart breaking into millions of pieces. 

“You really think that low of me? You really think that I would do something like that to you? Even after the millions of times I've told you how much I love you?” you said while biting your lower lip as tears started rolling down on your cheeks. 

“y/n...” his face took a sad expression. 

“no” you lifted your hand stopping him “I don’t wanna hear anything. What you said is really serious Lewis, because now I know that you don’t trust me.” you tried to wipe your tears, but new where constantly falling down. 

“Baby I'm sor--” you cut him off. 

“No Lewis, you don’t get to offend me like that and then say you’re sorry. Fuck your sorry! I need some time off” you finally said while sniffling your nose. 

“What?” Lewis exclaimed in a whisper. 

“I need space Lewis, I'll go to y/f/n’s tonight.” you told him and went to your bathroom to change. 

“y/n, please, don’t leave. I’m really sorry. Jealousy took over me and I know that doesn’t justify what I said to you, but it was in the heat of the moment, none of that meant anything. I didn’t mean anything I said baby. Please baby, don’t go.” you heard him silently crying on the other side of the door. 

Your heart was breaking even more at the sound of his sobs, but you couldn’t let him manipulate you. You couldn’t make him feel as if he had the upper hand. As you exited the bathroom, you paid no attention to him and grabbed your things, trying to make your way to the garage, while Lewis was hot on your heels. 

“y/n please” was the last thing you heard him saying as you started your car engine and left. 

One week had gone by and you were missing Lewis more than anything else. He hadn’t stopped calling you or texting you. He even turned up to your friend’s house, so you decided to go and stay at a hotel instead. You knew that he was worried about you, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him, until... 

You eventually needed to go back to your shared home to grab some of your things. So, you picked a time that you knew he would be gone, more likely during his morning ran, to go and pick up your things. 

However, you were wrong. 

Once you entered your house, you so Lewis sleeping on the couch with plenty of heavy- alcohol bottles scattered all over the place. What made your blood run cold in your veins, though, was that you noticed Lewis’ bear chest not moving.  

Immediately, tears started rolling down on your cheeks and you dropped your keys on the floor as you run up to him, kneeling besides him. 

“Lewis” you exclaimed his name between sobs as you grabbed both his cheeks, feeling how cold his face was. 

The worst thoughts made their way into your mind and you started sobbing uncontrollably while on the same hand, you couldn’t stop muttering out his name. 

“Plea...” your voice got caught in your throat as you begun having a panic attack. 

Lewis was not responding to you; his whole body was cold and you couldn’t feel his pulse as your hands were trembling way too much. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and your vision couldn’t stay focused.  

In your despair, however, you didn’t notice the two strong arms that wrapped themselves around your body as you were kneeled on the floor. 

“y/n...” you heard someone say, but your ears were buzzing too much. 

“Baby... breath, please” you heard his angelic voice in your ear as a soft kiss was placed on top of your head. 

“Lew... Lew” you cried out. 

“it’s me baby, shh, I'm here, everything’s going to be okay” he tightened his grip around you. 

“you’re not... dead” you said between sobs. 

“What?” he exclaimed shocked “of course not baby.” he placed one of his palms on your cheek lifting slowly your head. 

“you’re so cold” you said. 

“I slept with the window open baby.” he smiled down at you as he pointed towards the open window. 

“Really?” you asked in a weak voice. 

“Really baby. I'm sorry if I scared you, but I'm alive, I promise” he chuckled lightly. 

“Fuck you Lewis” you exclaimed in a high-pitched voice and jumped on top of him as you started hitting his chest. 

“Hey hey” you heard him laughing resulting in you starting to laugh too. 

“you’re an asshole Lewis” you said as you leaned down, your face inches away from his. 

“I know” he bit on his bottom lip. 

“But I love you so much” you whispered. 

“I love you too baby... please forgive me” he pleaded. 

“of course” you breathed out with a smile and grabbed both his cheeks with your hands, finally connecting your lips with his. 

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #lewis hamilton x you #driver x reader #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton fanfic

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Smut: The Daily Life of a Stark Heir [4/6]

Yay another chapter done. I feel like it was rushed but I'm satisfied. 🥲

Summary: A fun little car ride before the big event.

WC: 2353

(AO3 Link)

Tumblr: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3

Fic notes: Omegaverse, starkercest, alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, intersex omegas, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, knotting, felching, free use, somnophilia, kitchen sex, blowjobs, oral knotting, cockwarming, exhibitionism

Chapter notes: anal sex, car sex, vaginal fingering

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It's a Friday night and usually, he has a nerdy hang out planned with Ned but SI is hosting a gala tonight.

So Peter will make an appearance and he'll take as many pictures with his genius father as the photographers want. The questions, though, he'll field to his dad. They're always asking when he'll be mated off and who the lucky alpha would be.

Peter knows he's a genius like his dad but sometimes he really wonders how no one could see his father's plans for him.

The omega shrugs it off as he trudges his way toward the parking garage where he knows Happy is supposed to pick him up.

There's a limo there instead and the distinct familiar figure leaning against the side has Peter perking up.

"Dad!" He calls out surprised but pleased. It's not like it's uncommon for Tony to swing by but with how fast things have to move for the Gala, he hadn't expected to see his father until they met up at the event.

Tony gives him a cheerful wave and when Peter gets close enough, the alpha envelopes him in his arms. His dad nuzzles against his neck, inhaling the faint scent of books and ink and nestled deeper, his omega son's unique one.

Peter indulges in it, letting his father scent him as much as he pleases. When Tony finally pulls away, Peter smiles at him.

"Thought you would be too busy to come today," Peter says with a bright smile.

"Never too busy for my favorite kid," Tony says seriously.

"I'm your only kid," Peter says cheekily. He takes a step towards the limo door only to gasp in surprise when his father pushes him against the shiny polished surface. "Dad…?"

"As my only kid," Tony says, "gotta make sure you're ready for tonight."

There's some shuffling behind him before Peter realizes that his father is going on his knees. His hands are pressed against the tinted windows, but he sees the way his breath fogs up the glass. His cheek feels warm, too, against the cool surface.

It comes as no surprise then when he feels his daddy pulling his pants and underwear down.

Since they hadn't fucked in the meeting, Peter's body has been in a state of arousal since then. His body is just too used to a fuck, quick or otherwise, when his daddy gets his hands on him but their schedule is so tight today.

His pussy is getting wet, of course it is. How can he pretend to be unaffected? He feels his daddy's breath against his exposed ass, his fingers gently rubbing and spreading the slick around with soft wet sounds.

"Dad…" Peter complains.

"I'm sorry I couldn't fuck you properly earlier," his daddy apologizes, "A quickie probably isn't in the works right now either. Don't wanna tire you out too much before the big event."

"I can take it, dad," Peter protests fiercely. "You've made sure I can take anything you dish out to me so don't…"

His father's insinuation that Peter can't kind of annoys him because he's Peter Stark. Only he knows how to thoroughly please his father. Even when he's thoroughly used and dropping, he can handle anything his daddy wants.

"Mhmm," comes his daddy's hum of approval but Peter isn't sure he's even listening.

His daddy's too focused on playing with him and he does play.

Tony grips his ass and spreads his cheeks apart with just his thumb. Even if he looks over his shoulder, Peter wouldn't be able to see what his dad is up to so he just waits.

He doesn't have to wait for long. His daddy thumbs the tightly furled hole of his asshole and finds it dry. The light touch makes Peter clench up instinctively.

"Daddy wants to use my ass?" Peter asks curiously, shifting on his feet and wiggling his hips a little. With the time crunch they're in, he figured his dad would just do a quick fuck and hold off on knotting.

"It's too tempting not to, kid," his daddy admits. "Just for a little bit, okay?"

"Mmkay, you can use it whenever you want, dad," Peter says, "I'm your omega, after all."

Tony purrs at the words. "That's right, isn't it? My good omega son."

Peter shudders when his daddy moves his hand between his legs, rubbing against his pussy lips and dipping into his wet hole. Peter's already wet so when Tony starts to leisurely pump his fingers in and out, Peter moans in appreciation.

It's not what he needs– he needs his dad's cock– but it's good enough.

Peter leans his forehead against the window, fogging it up even more with his breath.

His heart jumps when the window he's leaning on jerks down just slightly.

"Boss, we need to get going," Happy calls from within. "Is he– Pete, let your dad know cause we gotta get going."

"Mmk–" Peter barely acknowledges it but he calls out to his dad with a soft moan. "Dad, Hap– Hap says we gotta go."

His daddy's fingers persistently jab inside him, fingers circling and rubbing in a spot that has Peter's eyelids fluttering. Another deep press has the omega biting down on his lip because it's right where the knot would sit. The pressure isn't the same, so it's not the same as being knotted, but it still feels good.

"Just need a minute," his daddy says.

Peter repeats it to Happy but he's barely aware of doing so. He only knows that the window rolls back up because his fingers leave streaks where his breath had fogged up the glass.

"Dad… daddy…" Peter whines. His voice echoes and bounces around in the large open space of the parking lot.

His alpha daddy gives one last shove of his fingers, one last jolt of pleasure that has Peter arching his back before he removes them.

"Keep it down, kid," Tony reminds him and then those slick wet fingers return but not to his pussy. They nudge against his back hole, one finger testing the tightness before sliding in.

Peter gasps and holds very still, trembling, as his daddy works his asshole open. It's been a while since their morning fuck so his hole is tight but still soft and ready for use.

His daddy prepares him diligently, slicking up his back hole with the wetness from his pussy. Peter opens easily, knowing to relax and push back so that the prep takes almost no time at all.

His hips push back, chasing after the pull of his father's fingers. It's a different kind of pleasure, getting fucked in the ass. But it's one that Peter's gotten used to.

He expects his daddy to press him against the limo once he deems Peter ready.

Instead, his alpha yanks the limo door open and Peter gets shoved inside. His chest is pushed down against the expensive leather seats and he scrabbles to get up.

Hands grab into his hips, keeping him right where his daddy wants him. His alpha's cock is pushed inside his hole, fucking in halfway before his father pulls out and does it again.

"Mmph!" Peter groans and clings to the seats as his ass gets fucked.

His daddy fucks him from behind and he steadies himself. His jeans help to cushion his knees and his daddy's hands keep him in position.

"Boss!" Happy complains from the front, "Pepper's gonna kill me if we're late. We gotta get Peter ready for the gala too."

"Ah…!" His daddy's cock pushes up right against his prostate.

It doesn't seem as though his father would stop and Peter revels in it even when he feels bad for causing trouble for Ms. Potts.

The alpha reaches around, fondling Peter's hard cocklet as it drips and stains the floor of the limo. He gives another thrust, sinking in deep and making Peter gasp as he sees stars. Then Tony grinds in deep, savoring the closeness of their connection, the tightness of Peter's ass.

He stills and his hands slip back to Peter's hips before sliding down, each warm palm settling on his cheeks. Then similar to earlier, he spreads Peter's ass apart and gives a hum of approval at what he finds.

"God, look at that hole trying so hard to take cock," Tony groans in appreciation. He rubs at the reddened hole, the tip of his thumb threatens to breach the already stuffed rim.

Peter clenches even tighter around his daddy's cock, breathless with how full he feels. When Tony doesn't do anything else but admire the view, Peter gets impatient and bounces a bit. He rocks on his dad's cock in an attempt to get him to continue.

"Ugh, hold on, Pete," Tony grunts. He pulls out a couple of inches and then spits to where his cock is exposed. When he sinks back in, the renewed wetness makes it even slicker and easier to slide in.

To Peter's dismay, his dad doesn't resume fucking him like before. After a few more thrusts, his daddy pulls out completely and leaves the omega feeling unfulfilled. Peter's about to turn around and complain when a swift smack against his backside has him jolting.

"Get in, kid. I'm not done with you yet but we gotta get going, as our dear Happy keeps reminding us." Tony says. His cock is still glistening wet and so hard, twitching between his father's legs.

Peter eagerly obeys, holding onto his pants as he gets in. His daddy slides in after him and tugs at the omega's pants.

"Get these off and get on my lap," he instructs Peter. Then to Happy, he says, "Let's get rolling, Hap! We got a gala to attend."

Peter kicks off his pants, leaving them in a heap on the floor along with his underwear.

Happy starts to drive off as Peter moves into position. He wobbles on his feet as the limo moves but with his daddy's help, he sits on the alpha's lap.

Tony's cock is hot against his bare skin and he shifts up.

"It'd be so much easier if you just used my pussy, dad," Peter complains when he blindly tries to position his dad's cock at his other hole.

"I love all your holes, Pete, but just get my cock inside this sweet ass of yours. Don't want your pussy too sore for tonight so it's this hole fo now," Tony says patiently even with his voice strained.

He's helping Peter balance while Peter finally presses the alpha's cockhead to his rim. Once positioned, Peter sinks down on his father's cock and they both groan when he fully sits on Tony's lap.

Peter presses a hand against his belly and groans when he feels Tony's cock twitch inside him.

"Go on, kid, fuck yourself on daddy's cock," Tony orders him. He helps Peter bounce on his dick, his hands tight on the omega's hips.

Outside, the sky is starting to darken and once they join the road, other cars flank the limo. The windows are tinted but uncovered so even from where Peter's sitting on his daddy's lap, he can see other drivers and passengers and even the buildings as they drive on.

Peter eagerly continues his bouncing, helping along with the movement of the car, though it sometimes gives him trouble. He doesn't want to slip off his daddy's cock, though, so eventually, he keeps his bouncing to a minimum. It's just enough stimulation to pleasure his daddy.

At one point, his daddy helps him turn around so that his knees settle on either side of his daddy's hips. This position is much easier and he tucks his face into Tony's shoulder, drinking in the scent of his alpha.

"Happy, can you turn right here?" Tony interrupts.

By then, Peter has his eyes closed, just focusing on his daddy's hands, his voice, and his cock.

His eyes shoot open when they hit a rough patch of road.

"O-Oh!" He cries out when he falls back against his daddy's chest. "Mmph!"

He quickly realizes this was his daddy's plan all along because the rough patch of road doesn't end. They've turned down a bad stretch of road that's partially under construction and each pothole, each rough bump, has Peter bouncing roughly in place.

His daddy is enjoying it immensely and Peter… Peter is too distracted by the now rough fucking. He's barely catching his breath and has to cling to his father.

His daddy's cock is fucking into his ass roughly, in and out– Every bump has him bouncing higher than intended and when he drops, it's to the shock of his daddy's entire alpha cock shoving in from tip to hilt.

Peter barely has control and only had the help of his daddy to keep him in place. He ends up giving himself over to the mercy of the road and his own luck and just braces himself for the rough fucking.

By the time they get back on smooth clean road, Peter's come twice and has ruined his daddy's clothes. His daddy also came, shooting off a load into his ass but making sure to keep his knot from shoving in. As a result, they've made a mess between their legs, his alpha daddy's come spilling from his used hole.

His daddy has shoved two fingers back into his asshole, swirling the mess of alpha come and slick together.

"We're here," Happy announces cheerfully.

Peter groans even as his daddy finally pulls his fingers out and gently pats his ass. His hole feels a bit sore but it's nothing he can't handle, especially since it's more than likely his daddy only intends to use his pussy for the gala.

"Time to get ready, kiddo. Hope you're ready for tonight."

His legs feel like jelly but Peter huffs against his daddy's neck.

"'m okay, dad. Just… maybe carry me in?"

Tony chuckles but Happy opens the doors, his daddy does exactly that and brings Peter in his arms to where their team is waiting to get them ready.

#starker #starkercest #madstarker: the daily life of a stark heir #madstarker writes #nff #moody mads #sfstarkercest23 #omegaverse

[deceitfuldevil]

Josie's pt.1

Matt Murdock X Reader

Summary: Whoever said living amongst New York’s top 1% sounded like a dream obviously never anticipated living with parents like yours. You always hated the life your family tried to force you to live, and soon enough your family grew resentful of your distaste for them as well. The only place you ever truly felt at home was at your aunt Josie’s, you were originally sent to visit her as a punishment in your childhood but you found you liked her presence much more than your family. When you turn 18, your parents told you they'd fund your education and housing fully, but only if you lost all contact with your aunt. So you made the logical choice, and left them. Running away to live with your aunt, who helped you find your place in the world, and find a pair of friendly lawyers who quickly became your friends.

Warnings: mentions of a bad home life, running away, allusions to one-night stands, mentions of alcohol, use of Y/N and L/N.

Word Count: 1.8K

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You didn’t have many fond memories growing up, mainly because your family was a part of New York’s top 1% and they tried to raise you to act like it. However you didn’t like pretending to be all prissy and polite for high society New York, and you were vocalling defiant of your family's ways from a young age. You couldn’t even understand how your mom came to be the way she is now, seeing pictures of her when she was younger it looked like she used to be fun. But that all changed when your mom had you, and your father’s money changed her. Everyone always wants to be the richest of the rich, and your mom was willing to become anyone your father wanted in order to keep that money. So she raised you to be the same, to fall in line with that life. But her efforts fell short and quick, from a young age you were defiant, refusing to go to your family’s little galas and auctions or play along with their behavioral expectations. Your mom thought maybe you needed a taste of what the bottom of the barrel was really like, and sent you on a day trip to visit her sister when you were 10.

The few positive memories you did have from your childhood came shortly after that, because that day trip allowed you to meet her; your aunt Josie.

You found solace in her, she felt like home. Your aunt Josie didn’t pretend to be someone she wasn’t, she was very different from everyone else you had ever met. Not hiding behind a facade of fake manners and mounds of money, she was real, raunchy, and fun. She told you a lot about your mom you had never heard before and surely wouldn’t get from old pictures. The day trip to see her was supposed to be a punishment, to show you what your family was getting you away from and how good you had it. But when your mom picked you up in the evening and you spent the whole ride home raving about your aunt and asking when you could see her again, your mom knew things had backfired.

You constantly begged to go and visit your aunt Josie from then on out, annoying the hell out of your mother. Your mom only let you see her maybe once or twice a year when you were younger, but as you got older you found more and more comfort in your aunt in ways that your family never gave you, you saw her more often. Once you were sixteen and got your own car, you started seeing as much as you could on your own accord. Leaving home for days and sometimes even weeks at a time. But when you turned 18, your family gave you an ultimatum.

They told you how they’d practically bought your acceptance into Princeton and said they’d fully fund your education and first five years of independence out on your own if you gave up this ‘life of scum’ and seeing your Aunt Josie forever. Warning you that if you were ever caught even in the vicinity of Hell’s Kitchen again that they’d pull their payment of your tuition. So you made the logical choice, and told them to fuck off.

You packed up your entire life in the next three days, getting little to no sleep as your family called and texted you begging you to change your mind. But you wouldn’t do it. You showed up at your aunt Josie’s door with several large bags and tears streaming down your face, and she welcomed you in with open arms.

After a few years of doing school part time and jumping from job to job, you always spent your evenings with Josie behind the bar. She’d teach you cool tricks and important bartender etiquette from time to time, and you always enjoyed her teachings. Eventually there came a night when you came home visibly frustrated because you’d lost yet another job now. So Josie ended up training you on how to be a bartender full time and put you on payroll at the bar. You trained with her during the days and finished off the last of your associate's degree at community college during the nights. It was the best job you ever had, and one you would’ve never imagined you’d love as much as you did. Before you knew it, you’d been training under Josie for over a year and graduated with honors. After that, as a graduation gift she finally gave you a copy of the keys to the bar and let you start manning the bar alone.

It was a fun gig, and it paid the bills. Soon enough you were able to move out on your own and pay your own bills, reminding Josie weekly of your gratitude for all she’s helped you become. Then there were other unexpected opportunities working at Josie’s brought you…

One of those opportunities being the pleasure of meeting one shaggy haired law school student who actually helped Josie stop the bar from being shut down, you never got very close to him but we’re always thankful for him. Josie told you that he and his law firm partner and friend were always coming in there, somehow consistently missing the nights you were working so you never really got to interact with them. Mostly because his buddy was out on nights, and Foggy stopped by during the days when you were there.

So after you graduated you were able to start working full time, you got to meet a lot more people and a lot more regulars. So it was only inevitable that you eventually came across the infamous Matthew Murdock.

“Hey y/n!” Foggy said walking in “where’s Josie?” He asked, reaching over the bar and helping himself to a pair of whiskey glasses.

“Taking the night off.” You explained simply, turning around and reaching for his favorite whiskey. “Josie? Taking a night off? Really?” Foggy asked with a shocked tone. “Yes, really. She finally gave me the keys to the bar and is letting me run it full time… when she’s not here of course.” You said with a chuckle, popping the cap off the bottle and pouring equal amounts into both glasses.

“Mazel Tov! Finally running this joint all by yourself, I’m so proud of you kid.” Foggy said with a sincere smile, making you roll your eyes and put the cap back on the bottle. “Foggy, we’re literally the same age.” You shot back, setting the bottle back on the shelf.

“Maybe in years, but not in experience! I can’t believe you used to live amongst the L/N’s! One of the richest families in Hell’s Kitchen! Living amongst the top 1% must’ve been amazing! Still don’t understand why you decided to bartend with Josie instead.” Foggy rambled, not quite getting the gist of your life story correct but regardless.

“Says the lawyer who was supposed to be a butcher. Anyways high society sucked, it wasn’t for me. Josie helped me to feel like I had a home, being here at the bottom of the barrel in Hell’s Kitchen is where I belong.” You exaggerated, pointing out to Foggy how his words could be misconstrued.

“Hey that’s not how I meant it and you know it, and how do you know the butcher story?” Foggy asked.

“You only retell it every single time you’re drunk, and my aunt Josie had heard it enough to be able to repeat it to me word for word.” You explained with a laugh.

“Well then, guess I’m just the butcher who became a lawyer to you then.” He said in a mock prissy tone, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“You know you’re more than that to me, Fogs. But speaking of lawyers, where’s that partner of yours Josie says you’re practically attached to?” You asked, leaning on the bar with curiosity.

“Oh he forgot something back at the office, he should be here shortly. I should warn you, he’s a real charmer.” Foggy warned jokingly.

“So I’ve heard, Josie says she’s seen him flirt with over half our patrons, bringing them home more often than not.” You said with an eye roll, thinking you already knew the kind of guy he was. Probably very tall, overly buff, blond, thinks they’re hot shit, that every bimbo with less than half a brain cell falls for.

“Yeah he brings girls home while I stumble home and fall asleep with my head in the toilet, we’re a great pair.” Foggy said with a smile. You were going to reply until you heard the chime of the bells on the door ring and looked to the door to see a blind man walking in, tapping his cane around. 

“To be fair, I did help you make it to the toilet bowl one night.” The blind man clarified, taking a seat next to Foggy as rested his cane against the bar.

“Oh what a gentleman you must be, taking your friend home one night instead of slumming with some random girl you picked up here.” You said with mock adoration, grabbing a towel to clean some glasses as Matt tilted his head at you.

“You’re not Josie.” He stated, like it was some shocking fact. “Nope.” You said, popping the P as you annunciated. “Then who are you?” He pushed dramatically. “What am I on trial here?” You shot back with a bit of defiance in your tone.

“Well I come here all the time, and I’ve never seen you here before.” He said in a sort of expectant tone, which you were not having. “That might be because you’re blind, sir.” You said cheekily, holding back a laugh yourself. The air went dry as the sightless man in front of you didn’t form a response, rather popped his jaw and sat in contemplation. You couldn’t handle his silence, so you broke. 

“I’m y/n.” You said, putting down the glass you were cleaning. “I’m Josie’s niece.” You added on, still no response. You looked to Foggy but he avoided eye contact and continued to nurse his whiskey. “Josie’s been training me to be a bartender for about a year now, but only recently gave me the keys and let me work full time so… that’s probably why you haven’t seen me until now.” You spilled out, someone feeling obligated to explain your position to this stranger. 

You sat in silence for a few moments longer, it looked like he was listening intently to something but you couldn’t tell for sure. Before you could awkwardly speak up again he smiled and held out his hand across the bar. “I’m Matt, Matt Murdock.” 

You’d never really shaken hands with patrons before but felt rude to push him away, so you placed your hand in his and shook it firmly. “It’s nice to meet you Matt, now what would you like to drink? Seeing as Foggy already drank the whiskey I poured for you.” You said, causing the three of you to bust out in a fit of laughter. You had a feeling you were all going to be close.

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A/N

Only took me some 15 or 16 Matt Murdock one-shots to make a multi part story! I actually wrote this all at the end of March, but I had sooo much already waiting to post and I needed stories to queue while I was away at camp. Now that I'm done with camp, this is a 3-part story that will be posted each week!! I hope it does well <3

Much Love,

—Skyler

#marvel #mcu #fan fic #fan fiction #cute #fluff #love #au #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil x f!reader #daredevil x you #daredevil x y/n #daredevil x female reader #mcu x reader #mcu reader insert #multi part fic #marvels daredevil #marvels defenders

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again. A short ask because I way struggling to figure out what to say.)

Hey Remy, how are you doing? I just wanted to let you know that they honestly aren’t mad at you, they aren’t trying to lull you into a false sense of security, they genuinely care about you and want to help you.

Glow Eyes

"Oh you know girlie...Just doing like greeat" Remy replied, voice dripping with sarcasm "I'm in my prime fucking years"

The pain from the overdose was too overbearing to allow them to move out of bed and they were too weak to walk even if they did manage to get out of bed. Their lip quivered as they closed their eyes tightly. They were so goddamn tired of being stuck in their own body.

Still they listened to you. Even as their limbs fell away into feeling like numb clouds and their mind became a dissociated mess of decades old memories mixing together with the smell of hospital sheets.

"You know them. Are you sure they're not like mad? Really like totally 100% sure?"

Remy turned their head to look at you as they said it. Tears were pressing on making their eyes look glossy like a newly polished pearl. You nodded while glowing a warm orange to reassure them.

"I'm so tired of being scared" A quivering breathe left their lips "I'm so tired. I just wanna like sleep and let someone else sort out my life in the meantime"

There was a sour taste in their mouth as they forced back the tears. Their hand absentmindedly moved up to feel the bruises around their neck. It felt like a necklace, or maybe a medal, showing that their pain wasn't just imagined.

A short knock came on the already half opened door "Good morning princess on the pea" Rowan greeted with a warm tone "I told dukey mayyybe you wanted some alone time. Whenever I get home from some gala and everyone been grabbig me all night all I wanna do is be alone. Guessing its similar after a hospital visit eh?"

Remy nodded.

"Mhm. I got the glass of water dukey made you and uh" She lifted her leg to show that attached to her lower calf was Ms. Carl "A snake?"

She set the glass on the bed side table while letting ms. Carl slide off onto the bed. The snake slithered up and folded herself like a crown around Remy's head. They were sure Janus had told them snakes only cuddled to get warm so they didn’t understand why the snake would want to be with them right now when they were freezing cold even under layers of blankets. They didn’t say no to it though.

"robe?" Rowan held forward a soft red robe with lace on the sleeves "I never leave the house without an emergency robe. I noticed there was some...fluids left on your clothes so if you want to change" She shrugged “You can take mine”

Remy forced their dry lips apart to let out a weak "Thanks"

They pushed themself to sit up and pulled off their torn shirt before pulling the robe around themself. It was soft like a plushie and warm like a hug while smelling of peaches and strawberries.

"Did you want those?" Rowan asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She nodded her head slightly towards their chest.

Remy had been too dissociated to think about her being able to see their chest. The mess of hickeys and bruises with dried blood on some places. They lowered their eyes and pulled the robe closer around themself.

"....I consented to it"

"But did you want them?"

"..I....I wanted to be hurt.."

Rowan nodded before standing back up "If you need anything just yell. I’m an actress so i have met a Lot of coked up people. Don’t worry about annoying me. I’ve seen worse"

She left without another word and Remy sunk back into the pillow. Ms Carl pressed her head against their cheek which made them pat her long body.

They took a spoonful of the cold water. It ran down their throat like snow in a desert. It took immense force not to immediately gulp down the entire glass since they knew they wouldn’t be able to keep it down. Just the small sip made their stomach turn inside out.

Light shone in through the cracked open door and they could hear the slightly muffled sound of Janus reading aloud from a murder mystery book while Remus commented every now and again.

A minute passed, then 15 minutes, then half an hour, then the time spilled out over the bed like flowing water. Remy managed to finish most of the water but their mouth felt just as parched.

Their cane stood leant against the bedside table. Remy pushed themself up with the cane and walked like a scarred deer out into the living room. Ms. Carl followed them closely behind, fastening her pace when they stumbled. 

Remus had his head leant against Janus’ shoulder where they sat on the couch. While Rowan had found one of Jan’s history books and was skimming through it to get to the part about knights and swords.

“Me and Logie are planning on going to see some live spiders at the zoo next week by the way” Remus said “If you wanna come along?”

“Trying to steal my man now” Janus snarked back.

“It’s just for art thingies! His big brain is like super good for some of my installation ideas. Like he’s been texting to me about all of these-”

Remus’ words withered off as he looked up and saw Remy. Without a word he got up and let them lean against his side as he saw how pale and shaky they were.

“Hiya beanie. Wanna join us for some unopoly?”

“I wanna leave” They replied in a short tone.

Rowan sat aside her book and glanced over to Janus “...Darling I’m not going to force you to stay any other time aside from right now. You...You were just in the hospital so you must understand if we can’t let you leave in good conscious. You’re not even wearing shoes” He said in a calm voice.

“Yeah, you should probably wait until you’re feeling a bit better” Rowan agreed.

“Viv also said I should wait till I felt better before I could leave and that kept me isolated in side that fucking apartment for months on end-”

“Wasn’t he like saying that about you getting better from the pain he was causing you? and him making your fibro worse? This is-”

“You’re expecting too much of me” Remy bit out “I’m just gonna leave you disappointed at best and angry at worse”

“I’m not expecting Anything from you darling. I like you as you are now and I will like you even if you change” Janus replied “Right?”

“Yeah!” Remus added on.

“You’re expecting me to gET BETTER! WHICH I WON’T! LIKE EVEN IF I HEAL FROM THE OVERDOSE I’M JUST GONNA GO INTO WITHDRAWAL WHICH WILL BE JUST AS BAD AND I WON’T WANNA BE SOBER WHEN THAT HAPPENS! AND I WON’T GET BETTER! NOT MENTALLY EITHER! I’M JUST LIKE THIS NOW! FOREVER! AND MY FIBRO WILL NEVER GET BETTER EITHER! I WILL NEVER GET BETTER!”

A blank look fell over Remus’ eyes as he froze because of the sudden yelling. Remy’s furious expression mellowed out when they noticed his stare and they lightly patted his hand.

“....but...i....i guess i can like stay for now...i...i’m getting a cig”

They easily shook away their friend’s touch and stumbled away while Remus slumped back down next to his sister. Right as Remy opened the door to the balcony Janus grabbed onto the door right above where they held their hand. He met their eyes.

“Can we talk?” Janus asked “Without you running off this time please. I understand discussing these kinds of things can be troubling but I want us to just listen to each other for once”

“I’d planned on chain smoking anyway” Remy grumbled back.

Janus made sure to close the balcony door behind them to give the two of them some privacy. Remy sat down on the railing of the balcony and lit a cigarette. They looked out at the grey clouds filling the sky while he dragged the only plastic stool on the balcony over so he could sit near them in case they fell.

“I love you darling. You know that right?”

Remy rolled their eyes “Girl I’ve never seen anyone be this like obvious bout their crushes. And I love you too. Obviously. I would have already run off somewhere if I didn’t”

“I just want to ask you if you think it would be a good idea to..” Janus searched for words while leaning their arms against Remy’s knees “To actually start dating?”

“Why wouldn’t we? Unless you think you would” They took a blow from the cigarette “You would get tired of me?”

“That’s not it at all deary. I’m afraid entering a new relationship so soon after leaving such a long painful one maybe wouldn’t be good for you?”

Remy looked at them as if they’d just said the most horrific sentence ever imagined “That’s just an excuse isn’t it? That- That- You just’ve realized you can’t deal with me-”

“Shh darling that’s not it either” Janus said softly as he moved his fingers up and down their knee “No running on assumptions please?”

They took another drag from the cig while nodding.

“Would...Would you like to say the reasons for why you think I would ever get tired of you? Maybe it will help you feel at ease if I debunk some of your lying dummy thoughts?”

“Well first of” They took a shuddering breathe “I’m just gonna be like a total burden to you. I’m not gonna be able to like work and you’re just gonna have to like help me with stupid shit all the time”

“I don’t mind helping you deary, and even if I did I’ve had to help you the entire time I’ve known you and I haven’t gotten tired of you have I”

“I’m not gonna get better. There’s no cure for fibro. I think- I think I might just get worse”

“I’m aware. I have read up on it you know. And I also know that there are better crutches and wheelchairs to help you. If you are so inclined to ‘not be useless’ I’m sure that could help you to maybe be able to start working a bit?”

“Yeah- Yeah well- I’m annoying- I-” They put out the cigarette against the railing and immediately lit another “I’m overemotional and I still get upset about stupid shit that happened years ago. I cry too much and babble on about stupid shit non stop and- and I- I...” 

Their words trailed off as they kept looking for more proof that they were awful.

“I’m bad at sex” Remy said bluntly “Viv always got annoyed ‘cause I like have to stop in the middle ‘cause of pain or I start crying or- or- I’m just bad at it. Like all I can do is be used I can’t do like anything more- and- and even more now when- I- I let people use me- and- I’m-”

“The concept of a high body count being negative is a sham and I do not care. Unless you have done Guinness world records levels of sleeping around for the past few days I doubt you have even been with more people than I have” Janus replied just as bluntly while holding back the urge to snark out something mean about Virgil and instead pressed a kiss to their knee “Excuse my french but, well are you interested in having sex?”

Remy shrugged “I don’t wanna be a burden. I wanna be like a good partner”

“Being a ‘good’ partner doesn’t depend on that. If you do want to I am sure we have enough creativity between the two of us to make it less painful for you and if you don’t that’s not an issue. I still have Logan and even if I didn’t have another boyfriend I’m an adult Remy, I can take care of my own urges. I’m not a man baby”

“Why would you like want a broken partner?”

“This might surprise you but unless it’s a dildo I don’t consider anything ‘broken’ if it can’t or don’t want to perform sexual acts” Janus replied in a sarcastic tone which managed to make Remy chuckle a little.

“You do realize I’m not gonna just like be fixed by some kisses right? Like girl it’s not like- like even know when we’re talking all I wanna do is like run away and get high and get used so I like feel less like a burden and loved and like I’m...like I’m not like..I’m not just gonna be okay”

Janus gave them the warmest smile he could “I know darling. I know. I still love you and I’ll still stay with you”

“Even if I like never get better?”

“While I doubt you could never become better with proper help and time to heal yes I would still stay. I’m sure if you went to rehab they would be experts on making sure your withdrawal wouldn’t be as painful-” He saw Remy’s expression immediately lower and quickly added “And until you’re ready for that you said the watchers can supply you with safe doses didn’t you? And if you ever feel like you need to.....be used...to feel loved you can just come to me and I can reassure you honey darling until you feel better”

Remy’s hands shook a little as they reached out and took Janus’ hands in theirs. Tears were pressing on at the edges of their eyes as they looked at him as if they were about to reveal the most horrendous secret.

“I think I wanna go on hormones” They whispered out. “J-just like- like- just a-a small dose-”

“Neat! I am about to have two big boobied partners! I know you haven’t seen Logan shirtless so I have to make you aware that he is chest blessed” Janus exclaimed.

A tear rolled down Remy’s cheek before they erupted into shrill laughter. They tried to cover their face with their hand to quiet their laughter but Janus just nudged his nose against their cheek which made them laugh harder.

Until their laughter turned into shuddering sobs. Remy moved down from the railing and let Janus move his arms around them as they continued to sob into the crock of his neck. The sobs mixed with half hearted chuckles as their snot fell down onto the collar of his shirt.

“I- I’ve been so- so like so scared” They cried out “I’m so- I’m so fucking scared and like I- I’m just so t-tired of being scared all the time. I’m so- I’m so fucking tired”

Janus stroked his hand up and down their back while mumbling out sweet nothings. He felt how their whole body trembled from exhaustion the entire time they cried. It was an ugly cry. The sort that leaves only after the painful headache has already started. The sort that continues to blotch the face even hours afterwards. The sort that leaves the throat feeling like a raw wound.

But Janus held them all through out it. After all he knew they had a lot of tears to get out. He pressed a kiss into their hair and felt how the affection made them shudder.

After the sobs had started to grow quiet Remy finally rose their head again and looked at Janus. Their eyes were still stark red from crying as they asked “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Do you...Do you have any like I dunno like doubts about the like whole dating thing?” Their voice was hoarse and raspy.

“I’m only worried I will accidentally hurt you...So I would really appreciate it if you would do your best to tell me if I upset you or, or well if I’m simply being a jerk”

“I know you’re not Vivsie. I like I wanna do my best to remember you’re not him that like he- that we weren’t like- that our relationship wasn’t like normal”

“It’s a pair effort” Janus replied with a smile.

“I don’t want you to like become my like therapist or like caretaker y’know. If we’re dating I want you to be like my partner. I’m just worried I’mma like be such a burden-”

“Never a burden” He reminded.

“Be so unstable you’re gonna have to like take care of me but I don’t want that”

“Pair effort?”

Remy chuckled “Pair effort!”

They held up their hand and he high fived them before letting their fingers intertwine and pressing a kiss against the top of their hand. It made them giggle which only made him smile even more.

Janus stroked his thumb against their cheek and met their eyes. Neither of them said anything for a little bit. They simply looked at the other, like it was the first time they’d seen them. Until Remy leaned in and kissed him.

It was just a light kiss, a quick one. But it was followed by another and another and smiles and laughter and Janus nervously testing out saying “My partner” to which he started to blush like a stoplight which only made Remy laugh harder and kiss him more.

“Can we like take a bath now or something” Remy chuckled out while throwing their arms around his shoulders “I still- I got like bruises and like blood and like gross cum from the past days and I wanna like get it off of me”

“Sure darling. Deary. My partner. My lover”

Remy snorted “Shut up you stupid ass boytoy partner”

“I’m going to get you the finest bath this side of Canada and then either a very fancy or very frightening dinner depending on if me or Remus cook and then a wonderful night’s sleep in your one and only boytoy partner’s bed and then when your mind is feeling a bit clearer we can talk more about going to rehab or not. Sounds good?”

“My girlboy, that sounds like toots great!”

#mini fic #glow eyes #thanks for the ask!

[thediaryofaudreysaxton]

September 21st, 2022

When I realized I could see myself with The Scientist, I slept with his best friend the following weekend; an instinctual rebellion and clear escape.  

The Scientist was now a neuroscientist, but before that he was just the boy I’d known for 15 years. We swam in rivers and laughed until we choked making fun of our exes. He took me home, annoyed me, and answered my calls. 

I saw our potential in the morning. The potential life of The Scientist and I. 

Fully clothed, we lay in his bed staring up at the white stucco ceiling in silence. The air felt hot as a I adjusted my corduroy pants, tugging at the hip closest to his own vertical body. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

We had spent the previous evening making out at a bus stop in the rain. It felt weird and inappropriate and totally hot, me and my best guy friend kissing. 

We would live in a high-rise in a major city like New York or Boston, wherever The Scientist’s chief lab and team of researchers were located at the time. We’d move a lot. I was adaptable. I’d grow my own basil on the roof and he’d insist ‘the help’ tend to the garden and not me. Don’t muddy your softs hands, he’d tell me. I’d frown, kiss his cheek, and then twirl in my satin umbrella skirt—a skirt long enough to reach down and touch our heated floors. I’d skip off across the foyer and into my dense study to continue smelling first edition classics. I’d wear chopsticks in my long hair (I’d have extensions), open a home for foster-care children, and collect oddly shaped rugs. We’d attend gala’s where The Scientist would accept prestigious awards. I would charm his inferior yet distinguished colleagues, and he would adore our union because I made us both more likable. Intellectuals from every corner on earth would know me as The Scientists Wife; a magnetic woman who brought new thought to concert halls in Oslo and Stockholm. The Scientist’s wife, what a lust for life, her genius a surprise. Mars has two speeds of sound, the human genome has been decoded, and Audrey Saxton enhances the opportunity in every space she enters.  

I met The Scientist when I was 15. We had AP History together. He was funny, smart, my same height, and kind of ugly. A pale jewish boy with butthole eyes, a thick penis, and a particular mix of sexual bravado and extreme self-hatred. He was arrogant and judgmental, I was excitable and chubby. We were both severely insecure but hopefully I’d always be better looking and he more successful.  

We would live independently, in this life I let us have in the moment between sleeping and waking. He would be gone a lot and I would fane disappointment for the sake of our egos. Adhering to the expectations of my gender, I would miss him as he continually chose his research over me and our family. But in reality this would save me. Save me from growing bored of him, liberate me from complacency, allow me the constant thrill of conflict and delicious resolution. I would remain free and the chains attached to welcoming his bountiful resources would be brittle because of our history and thus loyalty. I would accept his gifts giddy and we would both know I could have been anything I wanted.  

When we woke up after a night of pressing our mouths into one another, dry humping in clothes, touching tongues, we were quiet. 

Next, we were loud. 

We both turned on our sides to face the other and we screamed bloody murder. We laughed and we cringed. Grimaced, grinned, and pretended to throw up. This is so fucked up, we both said. And we pinky swore not to tell anyone and agreed that this meant nothing.

 We were just friends. 

[wandaromanova]

Left Behind

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, death

A/N: hi! this was a request! hope you guys like this one! y’all can blame @midgardianweasley for this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: Natasha x fem! reader. Reader and Natasha were in a building on fire trying to get citizens out and a wooden beam lands on reader. It’s too heavy for Natasha to lift it but won’t give up. Reader is screaming for Natasha to go! Giving her a smile that everything will be okay! A fireman then pulls Natasha out of the building against her will seeing the whole building collapse in reader.

Summary: Natasha and Y/N go on a mission, but don’t make it back together.

Word Count: 1.6K

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You were an Avenger just like your girlfriend; Natasha. You had met the redhead when you first joined the team.

You were one of the highest-ranked S.H.I.E.L.D agents and Fury had decided to recruit you into the team of heroes. You had heard many stories about the Black Widow and to say you were a fan was an understatement.

You had an immense amount of respect for Natasha. Her past wasn’t a great one, but she turned her life around and made it beautiful. She didn’t let her mistakes define who she was and you admired that.

The assassin had taken a liking to you. You guys immediately hit it off. About six months after your arrival, you began dating Natasha.

Natasha’s room became yours too. You’d spend your nights laid on top of the redhead as she stroked your hair gently. You’d close your eyes and ask her to say anything because the sound of her voice was your favorite.

She’d sing Russian lullabies to you. You were the only person she’d ever let hear her sing. She said she was a terrible singer and not letting anyone hear her was a gift, but she was actually amazing at it.

Her husky voice sent chills down your spine whenever she would speak. So when she sang to you in Russian? You were speechless.

You felt blessed to know that Natasha was truly herself in your presence. No one had ever seen her true colors, until you.

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You were the person that Natasha went to for everything.

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Exhausted after a long mission? She’d run into your arms as soon as she’d land. Steve and Tony annoying the fuck out of her? She’d rant to you about how small their brains were.

Devastated after a mission had gone wrong? She’d find comfort in your presence and your words. You’d whisper soft reassurances against her ear as you’d rock your bodies side-to-side.

Receiving good news? You’d be the very first person she’d tell as the excitement took over her. You’d match her energy, feeling just as excited as her, if not more. Natasha would beam as you’d press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, mumbling an ‘i’m so proud of you’ against her scalp.

You were Natasha’s person and she was yours. You genuinely believed you were made for one another. From the way your hands fit like two pieces of a puzzle with one another, to the way your thoughts and ideas seemed to always align. You guys just got each other in a way no one else could.

So, naturally, you were always assigned partners on missions. You two had the best communication on the team which led to tons of successful missions. However, communication couldn’t prevent nor predict the surprises of enemies.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You and Natasha were sent undercover to a gala being held by one of the leaders of Hydra.

The goal was to capture him for questioning and keep him in custody. That should be easy, considering there was booze everywhere and everyone was either tipsy or black-out drunk.

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Well yes, it would’ve been easy; if your cover hadn’t been blown.

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You were currently sat on the target’s lap as he not so subtly stared at your cleavage. You were with him in a private area further into the party, while Natasha remained in the public area.

The drunk man looked up at you and you smiled down at him; trying your best to hide your disgust. However, he didn’t smile back at you.

You were caught off guard when he abruptly shoved you off of his lap, your body colliding with the marble floor.

“You’re an Avenger. You bitch!” You quickly stood up at his words and attacked him. You spoke into your earpiece while fighting off the man.

“Nat, our cover has been blown. I need backup.” You said as the man landed a heavy punch onto your abdomen. You stumbled back and he took the opportunity to rush out of the room.

“взорвать это место, сейчас! (blow the place up, now!)”

Your eyes widened at his words. Before you could rush out of the room yourself, an explosion pushed you back. Your body collided with a wall and you let out a scream of agony as a beam from the ceiling landed on top of you.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

The sounds of screams and the fire alarms accompanied the ringing in your ears. Your only thoughts being; your pain and Natasha.

She had been on her way over here before the bomb went off. Was she okay? Did she get hit by the force of the bomb? Was she gone?

You tried your best to lift the beam off of your body, but to no avail. You realized that a piece of metal that had been sticking out of the beam had lodged itself into your chest.

Your eyes tore away from the beam on top of you and landed on red locks. Natasha stumbled into the room; or at least, what was left of it anyway. She paused in her tracks at your state.

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as her hands shot up to cover her mouth, a muffled gasp escaping her throat. She quickly got it together and rushed over to help you.

Nat got down on her knees, not caring about how harsh the rubble was against her bare skin. She moved to lift the beam, but you stopped her.

“Natty, no. If you lift it, I’ll bleed out.” You sent her a small smile before you began to cough. Natasha’s heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of blood pouring out of your mouth.

“I have to get you out of here, babe. We have a movie night planned, I have to make sure that still happens.” Nat tried to joke in an attempt to console you, but it was more to control her own fear than anything.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of another explosion. The building quaked as flames began to invade the room. She needed to go; now.

You shook your hand that was sticking out from the beam slightly. Nat got the message and held your hand with both of hers tightly.

“You need to leave, honey. This place is going to collapse any minute now.” You croaked out, ignoring the metallic taste in your mouth.

“I’ll be damned if I leave you behind. If you’re going down, I’m going down with you.” You couldn’t help but smile as you took in every inch of Nat’s face.

She was absolutely beautiful. Even with the dust and dirt littering her face and her worried expression; she was still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

The flames began to rage. The smoke was beginning to cloud your vision of the woman in front of you. You rubbed one of her hands with the back of your thumb, not minding the pain that accompanied the action.

“Go. Now. It’s okay. I love you so much and you aren’t leaving me behind; you never would and I- I know that.”

You stuttered towards the end of the sentence as you were overcome by an intense chill. You were losing so much blood and it wasn’t going to be long now before you were gone.

Your eyes drifted towards a figure entering the room. A firefighter. His eyes widened as he noticed both of you. He rushed over to help you, but you stopped him.

“Hey buddy, I’m a goner regardless if you get this off of me or not. Get her out of here. You can’t save me, but you can save her.”

You managed to let out as another fit of coughs shook your body. More crimson liquid spilled out of your mouth and Natasha finally let her tears fall.

The man nodded solemnly before he grabbed Natasha by the waist. She struggled against his hold as she kicked and screamed; her arms reaching out for you.

“No! No! Please let me stay! I can’t leave you! You can’t leave me!” Natasha’s words paired with her tone of agony and desperation tore your heart apart.

All you could do was smile lovingly at her as you slowly felt the life leave your body. She was going to be okay eventually and that’s all you wanted for her.

“I love you, moya lyubov (my love). It’s okay. Take care of yourself.”

You spoke quietly, but it was loud enough for Natasha to hear. She watched as the bright light that once filled your irises turned to a blank stare.

Natasha fought even harder against the man’s firm grip as she sobbed out. He had finally managed to get the both of them out of the room and out of the building. This all happened in the span of a few minutes, but to Natasha, it felt like an eternity.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

The firefighter placed Nat down once they were a good distance away from the building. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she ran towards the building, but before she could make it back in; the entire structure collapsed.

Natasha’s knees roughly hit the floor as she took in the sight. The building that you were in was nothing but broken concrete and rubble. You were buried beneath all of that carnage.

Natasha sobbed without care. She couldn’t give two fucks if people were staring at her with pity or sympathy. She had just lost the love of her life.

Natasha couldn’t help but blame herself. If she had gotten to the room sooner, she could’ve gotten the both of you out of there. You wouldn’t have been crushed by a beam.

She wouldn’t have had to watch as you bled out. She wouldn’t have had to witness firsthand; as the soul she had fallen in love with left the world.

Natasha cried out into the night. The chaos going on around her turned to white noise. Her surroundings were in slow motion as she mourned.

Each tear that fell from her eyes represented each obliterated possibility of a future with the woman she loved.

Each scream that left her mouth served as curses to every higher power there was, for so cruelly taking the love of her life; you.

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Say You’re Sorry

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After a petty argument, Reader and Spencer spend weeks trying to get each other to say they’re sorry first Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, smut (fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, light choking) Word Count: 4.3k

Full Request: “...a smut about Like reader and spencer fight for something stupid, because both of them think are right, And maybe the fbi it has the annual gala of something and reader wears a *SUIT* with just a nice bra under the jacket, and spencer lost his mind.” —Anonymous

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NOTE: This one was so much fun to write! All of these requests have been, of course, but I just loved getting to write Spencer and Reader’s petty tactics and dialogue here 😂❤

***

It was stupid and they both knew it. Everyone in the office knew it, too.

But when two people who were always priding themselves on being right have been dating for years, stupid little arguments like that were bound to happen.

This time, though, Spencer and Y/N seemed to have taken it a little too far. For weeks now they haven't spoken unless it was bickering, and when it wasn't bickering, it was demanding the other person to admit they were sorry.

And now it was just a game.

The first round started when Y/N gave Spencer a cup of coffee as a gesture, a sign of good faith. She hadn't explicitly said sorry, though Spencer was willing to accept it as an apology anyway. The round ended, though, when he took a drink to find it completely bitter, not a grain of sugar to be found. She laughed, the sound somehow even more bitter than the coffee she'd given him, and left him with a prompt, "Gotcha."

Round two was a bit more evil, Spencer retaliating by changing all the settings in her car so that when she got in, everything would be the exact opposite of how she preferred it. She was always particular about how she had the air, the seats, the mirrors, and everything else set up in her car, and the day she got in it after work almost had her in tears of anger. First of all, her seat was set all the way back, which she found strange, but then after adjusting it she turned the car on, and the radio blasted intense techno music, which she always found annoying. She turned it all the way down after almost having a heart attack, suddenly very angry and confused, only to then notice that all the mirrors were adjusted as well.

But the tip of the iceberg was when she looked at the speedometer and noticed she was almost entirely out of gas. It certainly wouldn't be enough to get her home.

"What the actual fuck?" she yelled, only to jump again when Spencer knocked on her window.

"Looks like you're gonna have to take the train home with me."

It really was her only option, and she hated it. And he was so hopeful that it would get to her admit that she was sorry, that when they got to his apartment he would be able to convince her to come to bed with him and sleep it all off.

Turns out, he was sorely mistaken. She didn't talk to him the whole way there, and when they did manage to make it up to his apartment, Y/N locked him out of his bedroom and slept in his bed alone. No matter how many times he tried to convince her to let him in, she yelled back, "Say you're sorry, and we'll see if you deserve to sleep with me!"

But he wasn't going to give up that easily. So he gave up trying to reason with her, and stayed on the couch.

When he woke up, he was drenched in freezing cold water, cursing as Y/N stood over him with a smirk. "Mess with my car again, and it'll be something worse, Reid."

She never used his last name. She was doing it to taunt him, and it only made him angrier.

She left that morning, calling Emily for a ride and hoping she'd taught Spencer a lesson.

Unfortunately, no lessons had been learned. A few days later, he 'accidentally' bumped into her, spilling coffee all over her white blouse, and said 'oops,' in the least apologetic way ever.

Y/N scowled as she dabbed up the liquid, not even paying attention to him as she ranted about how pissed off she was and how childish her boyfriend was being.

"If you'd just man up and say you're sorry already, maybe I won't have to be such a bitch, but you're really getting on my fucking nerves..."

He was suspiciously quiet. So she looked up to catch him staring at her, a look in his eyes that she'd seen many a time. In fact, it had to be one of her favorite looks.

He was staring directly at her chest, where she'd unbuttoned a few buttons to get at more of the coffee that splashed on her shirt.

It was only a few seconds, and Spencer seemed to snap out of it rather quickly, giving her a wink before walking away completely.

She glared at him as he disappeared into another room, but in the back of her mind, a plan was already forming.

***

The Bureau was hosting a mandatory gala for a few agents who were retiring, and with the event coming up, Y/N knew it was the perfect opportunity to get Spencer's attention and maybe, just maybe, get him to finally apologize.

But that was all unbeknownst to him.

He knew she was going to show up on her own, because neither of them had stepped up to the plate to apologize, and truth be told, he wasn't sure how much more he could take. It had been about a week since he'd spilled his coffee all over her, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Not that he never thought about her at all—she was his girlfriend, of course he thought about her—but after going weeks without getting to kiss her, touch her, or even just be around her when they weren't playing stupid, petty games with each other, Spencer was starting to think maybe they should just talk it out.

So that's what he decided. The gala would be a perfect opportunity to make a grand romantic gesture and admit that he missed her, that they were both being childish and he wanted to work it out.

All of that completely went out the window, though, the second she walked through the door.

The drink in his hand almost dropped to the floor. The only thing that even kept him standing upright was Derek's hold on him when he stumbled. And as if he didn't already know he was in trouble, Spencer heard his friend whistle lowly beside him.

"Kid, I think you better apologize, or I have a feeling you're gonna regret it..."

"No kidding," was all he responded with, his eyes still glued to his girlfriend from across the room.

She was wearing a pair of maroon suit pants and a matching jacket that held together at the middle by one button, exposing a lacy black bra underneath. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant updo, exposing more of her neck and chest as small pieces of hair framed the sides of her face. From far away he noticed her wearing some long silver earrings and a matching necklace that landed right above where curve of her breasts met her neck. She walked—no, glided—across the floor with heels that accented her every step with power.

She caught his eye, and though she was the most stunning, captivating woman he'd ever seen, the pure smugness that lit up her pretty features as she walked towards him made Spencer want to win. No romantic gestures, no giving in and talking it out... He wanted to see her beg for forgiveness.

It was a pretty hard task, though, considering the second she got closer and he searched her eyes, he almost crumbled beneath the sheer power they exuded. They gleamed at him as if to say, "You lose."

Everything was made even worse when she smiled at him like nothing was wrong, like they hadn't been playing childish pranks on each other all week. She leaned in and held onto his arms, giving him a sweet kiss on the jawline.

"Hi, babe," she chirped happily, and before she pulled away, she added into his ear with a whisper, "By the end of the night you're gonna be real sorry for last week..." It was low and seductive and pure evil. Spencer would have stumbled again had she not been holding onto his arm.

He wanted to think that Y/N surely wouldn't resort to using her seduction to get him to apologize, but that would be a flat-out lie. She knew exactly what she was doing.

But it wasn't going to work. He wouldn't let it. He couldn't let it.

He cleared his throat and led Y/N to the table they were staying at, trying his hardest to ignore the low burn that settled in his stomach.

But once again, that proved incredibly hard when she was sitting next to him all night, talking confidently with other agents and occasionally slipping her hand along his inner thigh to tease him. When no one was looking, she'd move it higher, lightly drawing circles along the inseam of his pants. And when he gripped her wrist under the table, leaning in to say lowly in her ear, "You better quit," she responded with a turn of the head and a kiss on the cheek, whispering right back, "Not until you say you're sorry."

She pulled back and they smiled at each other sweetly, right before she excused herself to go to the bathroom.

What she wasn't counting on was him following after her, catching her arm and pulling her into an empty storage closet before anyone could see. It all caught her completely by surprise, but even as the light switched on and she saw Spencer standing in front of her, a look of pure frustrated grief flashing across his features, she settled into another smug smile.

"Aw, what's wrong, babe?"

His eyes raked her up and down, and it was obvious how hungry he was for her. His hands reached out tentatively to touch her, and she let him. They settled on slipping under her suit jacket and practically burning handprints into the bare skin of her stomach.

"What's wrong?" he repeated, running his hands farther up her stomach and just below the bra. He could see his fingers peeking up through the jacket, and it made him absolutely feral. "You're a fucking tease, that's what's wrong."

Y/N cooed like she would at a crying baby. "Aw, and who's fault is that, hmm?"

"I'm not gonna say it." His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and still she was unwavering.

"I'm not gonna say it either."

"Well... Maybe I'll just have to fuck it out of you, then."

She would have been lying if she said she hadn't lost a little self control upon hearing those words come from his mouth. Which is why she challenged him yet again, silently hoping that he'd make true on his promise.

"I'd like to see you try..."

They stared at each other then, and for a moment Y/N thought he would actually do it. Her body shivered with excitement, especially when he pushed her into the door and ran his hands up to cup her breasts. He leaned in close and pressed gentle kisses to the side of her neck and down her collarbone, and eventually, he found his way back to her neck.

Right when his hands moved to her back to unclasp her bra, he suddenly removed them altogether, and placed them on either side of her head, trapping her between his body and the door.

And with five simple words hummed lowly into her ear, he'd managed to win this round.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Spencer opened the door and pushed past her, leaving her behind to catch her breath.

***

The night was nearly over, and she still hadn't managed to break him. And after the stunt he pulled in the storage closet, she was getting just as frustrated as he was. Since then, he'd practically dangled himself in front of her all night, making a point to play with his hands (which he knew she went crazy for), doing the same with his mouth (which she also had praised multiple times over), and occasionally resting his hand on her lower back, or on the inside of her thigh under the table.

And now, he had her cornered near the back of the room after she'd excused herself to collect her bearings.

But she wasn't having it.

Before he could say or do anything, she grabbed him by the tie and pulled him to her, sneering in his face. "Back off, baby, or I swear to God..."

She wasn't really sure what she was going to say, because no words could properly accentuate her frustration. All she could do was give vague threats and hope Spencer stepped up to the plate.

Unfortunately for her, he didn't.

"What? What are you gonna do?" he laughed, looking at her hungrily.

At this point they were just needlessly teasing themselves, and they both knew it. But the game had gone on for so long that one of them had to break eventually, right?

She couldn't answer him... There was absolutely nothing in her brain except for images of them, screwing each other to the ends of the earth. So, she looked back at him, silently hoping that he would just forget about the apologies and do something about the tension that had been building up for weeks now.

And truthfully, she thought he would have. He looked like he was ready to say fuck it and kiss her right there. He leaned in, and she gripped his tie even tighter.

But then someone cleared their throat beside them.

"Alright, you two." It was Rossi. "Get out of here, go kiss and make up. That's an order."

"But you're not our boss," Y/N pointed out, apparently still on the high of arguing.

"Tonight I am. Go on, get."

She turned away from them and left without another word.

***

One silent car ride later, the two of them walked up to Y/N's apartment. It wasn't until Spencer had closed the door behind him that either of them said something.

In fact, they both said something at the same time.

"Take your clothes off."

"Leave the suit on."

And then, silence.

For one second. Then two. Then three.

And then the only sound to be heard was Y/N's heels as she glided to Spencer in three large steps and crushed her mouth to his. The second it happened, it was like a rubber band snapped, all this pent up tension finally releasing and shooting across the air until it landed somewhere.

In this case, it landed on the kitchen table. She pushed off his jacket the second her butt landed on the cool wooden surface, and her mouth pulled away from his with a harsh smack. "I thought I told you to take off your clothes."

"So fucking impatient," he breathed, grabbing her face with his hands and kissing her again.

A second later, she pulled back and gripped his tie. "Then don't take so fucking long," she said lowly, and then pulled him forward by the tie, connecting their mouths once more.

He grunted in her mouth, releasing her face and working at the buttons of his shirt while she tried her hardest to get the tie. The second everything was loosened, she slid her hands under his shirt and pulled his body into hers by the waist, digging her nails into his skin.

"Lift your hips, baby," he breathed against her mouth, his hands already at the button. "Let me get these off."

"I thought you wanted me to keep the suit on?" she laughed.

"Well, I can't fuck you with your pants on, Y/N."

She lifted her hips then, using her hands on the table as leverage while he shimmied them off over her heels. "I know, genius, I was just fucking with you."

"Well, stop it," he got out with an exasperated sigh.

And before she could retort, his fingers were pushing her panties aside and slipping through the opening of her pussy, causing her words to get caught in her throat.

She choked on a moan and he laughed. "Yeah, I thought that'd shut you up."

"Fuck you," she gasped.

"I'd rather fuck you instead."

And with that final sentence, he started finger-fucking her, leaning forward and applying kisses and bites to her neck. Her hands reached out to grip his shoulders, pushing the rest of his shirt off and then clinging to him like a cat clinging to a tree.

"Who knew all this fighting would make you so wet for me," he said, punctuating his words with a nip to her neck. As if to prove his point, he worked his fingers in and out of her quicker and deeper, the both of them taking in and relishing the sounds it made. Meanwhile she rocked her hips against his hand and tried her hardest not to make much sound, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much he was affecting her.

Though, it seemed he caught on to her scheme.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue? I know you wanna let it out, so why don't you?"

"Not... until you say you're sorry," she managed to respond clearly, leaning back to look him in the eye.

The look he gave her radiated cockiness as his fingers worked even faster, and she squeezed her eyes shut to hold back any noises.

"Aw, not even one little moan for me, pretty girl? I know you've got one in you..."

"N—no," she pressed, obviously trying not to react at all. But it was getting harder when every second Spencer was curling his fingers inside her now, hitting that sweet spot and bringing her closer to the edge.

"Yes," he reiterated, bringing his other hand to her mouth and pushing her lips apart to press his thumb down onto her tongue, keeping her jaw open and forcing out all the sounds she'd tried so hard to hold in.

There was no getting out of it, but... right now she didn't care. Because she loved when he took control like this, seeing his face scrunch up with determination to get what he wanted, the raw, primal look in his eye that boiled her insides and broke her down every time...

Inevitably, she moaned out. Loudly. And when she was met with a smug, "Atta girl," she closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked on it, humming as her pussy clenched around his fingers. "That's a good fucking girl..."

As he worked her through her orgasm, the high subsiding, she thought, Alright... You win this round...

And then, as he pulled away from her and brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off, Y/N slowly grew a smirk.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow.

She took out her earrings, jumped off the table, and unbuttoned the suit jacket, letting it hang open as she dragged him with her to the bedroom in nothing but her bra, panties, jacket, and heels. "I'm gonna get you for that."

His heart raced as she all but threw him in the direction of the bed. He sat down and leaned back, breathless as she kicked the door shut with her foot and settled her hands on her bare hips. From the low angle he had, she very much radiated dominance and power, and God, if she wasn't the most stunning specimen he'd ever laid his eyes on...

He wanted in that moment so badly to submit to her, to give her everything she wanted, but... If he didn't, what would she do?

She took a few slow steps, and with every one Spencer sunk back, until he was laying down and she was standing at the edge of the bed, using her knee to push his legs apart.

"Sit up," she demanded softly, and he almost obliged. But he wanted to see what she'd do if he refused. So when he remained on his back, she stretched her arm out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up and then gripping his chin in her other hand to make him look up at her.

In the dim light of the bedroom, he studied her, every curve and peak of her face and the way the shadows accented her prettiest features, the faint glimmer of the eyeshadow she was wearing, the way her tongue danced behind her lips as she figured out what to say next...

Likewise, she took him in completely, the way his eyes softened with each passing second as they roamed her face, and how his just settled in her hand, like he was completely submitting to and amazed by her. And truth be told, the feeling was mutual. Just looking into his eyes alone, Y/N could tell how much he loved her, and it made her heart swell.

Consequently, the electric buzz that had been between them all night and growing stronger for weeks was a dull hum, something more warm and... remorseful.

"I love you," Y/N breathed, loosening the grip on Spencer's chin. She let her fingers slide down his neck and over to his shoulder, where she gave him a light, loving squeeze. "And I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," he whispered back, bringing one of his hands up to cup her cheek. "And I love you."

She sat down on one of his legs, bringing them closer together and to eye-level. And with a smile, she said, "Truce?"

"Truce."

"Good. Now, fuck me?"

"Always."

Her body melted into his when he pulled her face to him and kissed her. His lips moved slowly against hers, yet with a burning passion and need that made it hard for her to breathe. It wasn't long before she starting rocking against him, butterflies swarming in her stomach when he noticed and used one of his hands to run up her thigh. Meanwhile their kisses grew stronger, deeper, and the little sighs and moans they produced together provided the cherry on top.

Y/N slid off of him, then reached down to take his pants off, head spinning and heart soaring. And Spencer felt the same, tugging at the hem of her panties.

She laughed, breaking away once his pants were off. "How do you want me, baby?"

"Just like this," he responded, not needing any time to think about it. "Ride me, do whatever you want to me. I just want you."

With another little laugh, she pushed him back lightly and took off her underweat and heels, then climbed over him to straddle his hips. "Careful what you wish for."

When she reached back her arms to remove the jacket, Spencer stopped her, gripping her thighs and saying in a low voice, "Don't you dare take that off."

She sounded satisfied. Triumphant. "I knew you'd like it."

And before he had a chance to elaborate on just how much he liked it, she shifted her hips and ground down on his bare, hard dick. All words escaped him at the feeling, and she seemed to know it, because she smiled down at him victoriously.

She leaned down and braced her hands on his chest as she continued to rock back and forth, slicking him up with her arousal. Soon after, she snuck one of her hands down to help herself onto him, and she sank down slowly, ever so slowly...

Spencer sighed out, long and drawn out, and the sound was like music to Y/N's ears. She started off slowly, but it wasn't long before she sat up and set a steady pace riding him. And once he found his bearings, getting used to the feeling of her around him after almost a whole month of missing it completely, his eyes opened and took her in once more, the sight before him almost shattering him to pieces.

As his hands flew out to grip her waist, Y/N sighed, reaching down and placing her hands on his stomach. "Fuck, I missed this, baby... Missed you..." Then she slid forward and settled her hands at his collarbone, slowing her hips and making sure to speak just as slowly. "Missed the feeling of your cock deep inside me..."

He lost it then. His grip tightened on her waist and he shifted his hips, repeatedly thrusting up into her with a force that elicited a deep moan from Y/N's throat. She gasped out as he continued this pace, the tension inside of her starting to stretch thin.

"Fuck, baby, please! Oh, right there!" she couldn't help but yell out. She sat up just a little so he had a better angle, and her hands gently wrapped around his throat, to which he rolled his eyes back and groaned out a soft, "Fuck, yes."

They were moving together now, meeting each others' hips with an urgency that could only be present through weeks of built up tension and depravation. It was like a thunderstorm, intense and filled to the brim with flashes of lightning that danced behind both of their eyes as they reached the pinnacle.

Their bodies slowed down naturally, and Y/N's hands were now combing through his hair as she slumped down over him and felt his release as it started to drip down her thigh, and Spencer basked in the feeling of her envelopment, her body weight over the top of him like a warm blanket. They both felt little aftershocks of pleasure as they slowed their breathing and just laid there, hands gently rubbing each others' skin and mouths exhaling soft whispers of 'I love you,' and 'I missed you.'

And then they fully came to their senses, the storm having rolled through completely and leaving them in a calm breeze. It was peaceful. Rehabilitating.

Y/N kissed Spencer's neck and lifted her head to look him in the eyes. "Babe, you know I love you, but I'm not sleeping in this thing tonight."

He laughed, tucking some of the hair behind her ear that had fallen from the updo and then running his thumb along her bottom lip. "That's fair. You should... wear suits more often, though. They're a good look for you."

She smiled and kissed him softly. "Duly noted."

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♡ prompt: you’re going to a chistmas party with your ex in attendance and you try to find a replacement as quick as possible. 

♡ song suggestion: HIP - MAMAMOO

♡ pairing: jon kent (superboy) x fem! reader

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“i can’t just go to this party and not show up with a date, do you know how humiliating that is?” you exclaimed to Damian, chugging back the last bit of wine you had in your glass, “it’s easy for you to show up like that because you’re fucking Bruce Wayne’s son and you aren’t the one who actually lied here...I DID!” 

Damian saw the panic arising in your eyes as you tried to come up with just anything to get out of the Wayne Christmas party but nothing was coming up in order to actually get you out of it. it was too late to actually back out and you swore to Damian you’d attend the party so it wouldn’t be so miserable for him. 

“who exactly did you lie to that you’re that deep into a lie?” Damian asked, kicking his legs up on his desk. “Michael from human resources! he’s been up my ass about taking me out that i finally broke one day and said I was already in a relationship and while he did back off, he’s expecting me to bring a date,” you confessed. 

Damian started laughing again, not knowing whether to fire Michael to finally put you out of your misery or actually take the opportunity to make you meet his oh so single best friend...Jon Kent. he sat on the idea for a few minutes as you ran your fingers through your hair nervously. 

“good lord, if I bring a friend of mine as your date, will you be quiet?” you looked at him in confusion. “you have friends?” you laughed, instantly dodging his wad of paper. 

“for your information, I actually do,” you sighed, not really knowing if you wanted to take him up on the offer, “he’s a friend of mine from Metropolis. he’ll say yes, it’s up to you,” you cautiously agreed, threatening him that if his so called ‘friend’ ended up being some creep, you were within your rights to hurt him. 

as you and Damian exited the building, you saw the copious amounts of reporters standing to the side, trying to capture photos of Damian or getting information on the party for tomorrow. 

you sighed, giving the reporters the middle finger, not really in the mood to deal with their bs. there were a few times those nosey reporters had made stories about you and Damian. claiming that you were sleeping with him so you could get closer to the Wayne family heir. it didn’t exactly help that you were in the assistant and secretary role as well. 

“wow, feisty aren’t you?” you heard Damian’s eldest brother, Dick, say out of no where. you quickly greeted him, seeing that the street to get out of Wayne Enterprises was getting clogged up with traffic, “see all of you tomorrow! Damian, don’t let me down!” 

Dick looked over to his brother, wondering what you meant by that. “I’m bringing Jon as her date for tomorrow,” he explained. his eyes widened, “really? him?” he asked, surprised that he would even set up a date for someone. “yeah, he has way too much time on his hands and it’d be better for me to set those two up to finally get them out of my hair.” Dick laughed knowing exactly where that could go wrong. 

+ 

the morning finally came, much to your unamused pleasure. you had told Damian that you’d meet him at his place so if anything funny happened with his date, it wouldn’t happen to your embarrassment at your work place. you were not sure who your mystery date was and Damian refused to give you a name. all he had told you was that he worked in Metropolis and had been his friend for years. 

you dragged yourself into the shower and unwillingly got dressed. your makeup was the hardest part of the entire outfit as you were going to try and perfect it as much as possible. you had never really gone all out with the makeup in what felt like years so you figured today would be the day. 

“almost ready?” Damian asked over the phone. you rolled your eyes, “yeah, i’m just pulling my shoes on before heading over to your place,” you responded as you munched on a granola bar, “why do you care?” you asked. 

you heard two voices laugh, “because your date is here so hurry up!” Damian exclaimed before hanging up the phone. you didn’t bother to play into his antics before finishing up. the dress you had bought was something you had from a previous event and up until now, you hadn’t worn it again. 

the dress you had picked was one from a previous event that no one hardly saw. it hugged the curves you wanted to show and you knew it would surprise those who hardly saw you gala or formal party attire. 

you got into your car and chugged back a red bull before heading into Damian’s home. you saw a few cars parked in his garage along with a limo to which you assumed you and a few others were going to take. you annoyingly pushed the doorbell to strike a nerve in Damian. 

“woah,” you heard Dick say as he opened the door, “I know, I look good,” you said smiling. he nodded in agreement as the two of you walked in farther into the house. you could tell Dick kept looking at you every so often and even dropping a few compliments and pick up lines. 

as the two of you were walking, you hadn’t realized you had completely passed Damian and his friend. you were so enamored with your conversation with Dick that it wasn’t until Damian half-annoyed screamed your name out to catch your attention. you turned around and stopped mid way through when you saw Damian and his friend. 

“oh hey,” you whispered, not wanting to look at Damian’s friend in the eye. he was a lot more attractive than you had anticipated. “didn’t know you could actually clean up nicely,” Damian murmured, not even hiding the fact that he was checking you out. 

you gave him the middle finger in response, “this is Jon Kent, Jon, this is ( your name ), I guess she’s my friend,” he rolled his eyes at the last thing he had said. you slowly stuck your hand out to shake but much to your surprise, Jon had shook your hand rather excitedly. 

“nice to meet ya!” he exclaimed, his slight southern drawl coming out. you laughed at his excited tone, “heard a lot about ya!” he continued. you looked at Damian, “aww, you do like me!” you said, a mischievous smile appearing on your face. 

Damian kicked you in the back of the leg before murmuring that all of you needed to head out before any of you got into trouble for being late. you met up with Dick and Tim who were arguing about something as the three of you waited for Alfred to pull up with the car. 

the entire ride to the venue, it was just you and Jon talking here and there. you could tell that Jon was the very exact opposite of Damian and it was a wonder how him and Damian even got along with their personalities being the exact opposite from each other. once the car came to halt, all of you piled out, the cameras immediately snapping as they realized the Wayne’s have arrived. 

“don’t kill them this time,” Damian threatened you as you put up your hands in defense. you looked over to Jon and gave him a small nervous smile, “ready?” he asked as you nodded. 

he put his arm around your waist, tightening it as the two of you walked up to the red carpet. you smiled fakely to the cameras. Jon looked down at you, not expecting this reaction to the paparazzi. “not a fan, eh?” he asked. you shook your head no, “god knows how many times those idiots have thought that Damian and I were together.” 

Jon gave you a look, “but the two of you are like siblings?” you shook your head, “I know but they think we’re hiding behind all of that.” the two of you reached inside of the building to see the long extended tables as you and Jon were seated on a two chaired table. 

Jon pulled your chair out, making sure you were comfortable before sitting down across from you. the menu was pre filled as it was your job to make sure everything on it was correct and put everything they were going to serve for the course of the night. 

“so, what do you for a living in Metropolis?” you asked as they put small appetizers in front of you. Jon smiled, “I work for the newspaper,” he replied, “I bet it’s tough to be Damian’s assistant, huh?” he asked as you nodded yes, dramatically. 

through the course of the night, you and Jon talked, Jon making sure the conversation never died down. you had to give Damian credit. you weren’t exactly trustful in Damian that he would pull through on his blind date for you but Jon up till this point had not made you seem uncomfortable or even slightly creeped out. he was like the perfect gentleman. 

“wanna dance?” Jon asked, getting up from his chair and grabbing your hand softly. you held his hand, giving it a squeeze as a response. 

the two of you walked to the small dance floor as you saw a few of your coworkers, those who were either married or in long term relationships dancing. you gave them a wave as they waved back before going back to their conversations with their partners. 

“I’m glad you came,” you told Jon as you took a sip of your champagne shyly. he looked down to you and grinned, “I’m glad I did too. I wasn’t going too originally but once Damian told me a bit about you, I just knew I had to meet you,” he replied as you hid your face in his shoulder, slightly embarrassed. 

the song playing in the background happened to be a piano rendition of ‘Someday My Prince Will Come’. you had watched Snow White a million times as a child and the fact that this song was playing as you were dancing with someone who you hoped would give you a second date made your heart swell. 

“I have to admit, I’m glad I told Damian as well. the date was so last minute and honestly, Damian is the last person I would ever trust to put me in a blind date situation but I’m happy that he actually pulled through for once.” 

Jon laughed as he bent down a bit and kissed your cheek in response. you noticed that the more nervous Jon got, the more his slight southern accent would come out. you reciprocated the kiss but this time, you kissed him on the lips. he was taken by surprise but nevertheless, he returned it. this time deepening it a bit. 

after the two of you danced a few more songs, you took a break as Jon excused himself to the bathroom and you made a beeline to the bar to refill your glass along with Jon’s. 

“hey there gorgeous,” you heard the voice from the last person you wanted to see. you turned to Michael and gave him a tight lipped smile, “good evening Michael,” you responded, trying to get back to getting your drinks. “I saw you with your little boyfriend earlier but I knew I had to come over here and tell you how fine you looked.” 

you felt yourself wanting to gag by what he was saying as you felt him grab your wrist, “since your boyfriend isn’t around, how about you give me a little dance,” he asked. just as you were about to response, you felt Jon’s presence behind you, “who’s this, baby?” he asked, staring down at Michael. 

to Jon’s credit, he was towering over Michael. “no one,” you replied, shaking yourself off of him, “hiya! I’m Jon, ( your names ) boyfriend. you are?” he asked. Michael scoffed, half scared at how Jon was looming over him, “I’m her coworker,” he replied before leaving. 

you look to Jon in relief, “thank you so much,” you said. he smiled, putting his arm around your waist, “no problem, isn’t that what I’m here for?” he asked with a smile on his face. without actually realizing what you were doing, you happened to snuggle closer to Jon as you saw Damian approaching the two of you. 

throughout the rest of the night, you kept yourself to Jon’s side as you remained with Damian and a few others. every time you left, Jon made sure that once you returned, he always had his arm around your waist or shoulder. Jon’s grasp was firm and even slightly possessive but you did not mind it one bit. 

if you were being honest, you were hoping that at some point in the future, the two of you would get farther than that but for the moment, you enjoyed being in his grasp. 

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[curmudggeon]

An Unexpected Encounter (Arthur Morgan x Female Reader)

After receiving an invitation to the mayor's Gala party, you encounter the one person you despise the most, Arthur. Just when you thought your rivalry would get any more infuriating, he comes along and one thing leads into another or maybe even into something more...

“Fuck it.”

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Minor spoilers of 'The Gilded Cage' Mission, Vulgarities, Alcohol, Guns, Violence, and Sexual intentions

A/N: Honestly, I didn't know where I was going with this. It's been quite a while since I've written. While playing through this mission, I was thinking of an enemies-to-lovers type of banter with the whole glitz and glamour of the situation. I hope you enjoy it or maybe not...

The grand music by the string quartet swelled into the elegant ambiance of the evening. With Saint Denis’ high society gathered together into one establishment, being invited into these types of conventions was a rare opportunity. You managed to get in the mayor’s party through close connections within the city. It was a chance to get your hands on valued pickpockets from pompous rich people; away from the hassle of collecting useless bounties.

The mansion was rather extravagant as you entered; unique architecture and expensive pieces of artwork looking out into the outskirts of the city. The scent of liquor, cigars, and the deep aquatic plants of the Bayou was intoxicating.

Defying all the odds of 1899 fashion, you wore a dress that had a slit on the slide of your right thigh that was high enough to hide the spare gun that you managed to sneak in despite having to surrender the rest of your weaponry at the entrance.

The mayor’s servants eyed you closely when you laid out your revolvers in front of them, since it was apparently absurd to witness a woman carrying such hefty guns. Winking at them as you moved away, you scowled under your breath at their suspicion and avoid being further searched. It was your only option of protection in case a fiasco had broken out in the middle of your pickpocket adventure.

Conversations started to tune out the music in the background, the heads of married men turned towards your direction as you made your way through the party, striding with utter grace and elegance to catch the eyes of your potential suitors to steal from.

Grimaced expressions were coated on the faces of the women while examining your revealing choice of clothing. You stood beside the refreshments, holding a free glass of champagne, as you glanced at the group of women engrossed in conversation regarding the lady that came into the establishment. You.

Raising your eyebrow as you sipped on the champagne, you gave them a firm nod headed their way, causing the litter of southern belles to widen their eyes at your acknowledgment and quickly disperse from their conversation. Real smooth.

It was the kind of attention you had gotten used to. After all, being the only woman bounty hunter in the city wasn’t normal in the present day’s context. Opting for a more reckless and freer lifestyle gave you a sense of adrenaline; to escape every expectation of conservative American society. You felt entitled to be who you are and wanted to be. A free woman. You started making a name for yourself in this city, bounty after bounty until one particular man decided to show up and defeated all your means of survival on the jobs you took on...

Arthur

The sound of his name left a sour taste in your mouth. He was the reason why it started to get progressively difficult collecting bounties. When you showed up for a $100 bounty for the leader of the Lemoyne Raiders, Lindsey Wofford at the abandoned fort, that is how you met Arthur. You were outnumbered. Deciding to team up with him, was the last thing you should’ve done. He was charming at first, but then came the point when he handed over Lindsey’s body to the police, betraying your efforts to help attain the bounty as he kept the prize to himself. So much for being handsome.

The moment bounty posters were displayed, it became a competition to get to them first. He would capture or kill them before you did. The feeling of immense frustration struck you as he flashed that lazy, crooked smirk of his. Arthur tipped his hat to you while collecting his reward for the day.

“Asshole.” You muttered under your breath, unable to contain the urge to lunge at him for beating you to it. The glimmer in his eye resembled the commencing of his mockery towards you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Princess.” His eyes shined with amusement along with that stupid grin of his slowly widening at your reaction. Oh, he is so not going to see the light of day any time soon.

Your anger was at its peak, ready to set off and wipe that smug expression off his face. You couldn’t let him have this, not this time. Within a blink of an eye, you reached for your pistol and aimed it at Arthur’s head with ease.

“You take that back.” His face slowly turned south as his grin disappears upon my demand. I thought so, too.

“Woah, Woah, young lady. Put the gun down,” The policeman warned as he stood with his hand out to coax you into dropping my line of fire and from blowing Arthur’s brains out in front of him.

Ignoring the warning, you focused on Arthur, waiting for his apology. After a long pause of silence, his face slowly distorts, as if he can’t control the outburst of emotions flowing within him.

He’s

He’s laughing?

Your eyebrows furrowed even further as he slowly bends his arms onto his knees as blurts of laughter simultaneously start to escape his mouth. The policeman was surprised at the sudden change of atmosphere, as he stares at Arthur like a madman. He walks away, shaking his head as he retorts lowly, “I don’t get paid enough for this job”.

Rolling your eyes, you were annoyed at the fact Arthur doesn’t take you seriously. Even as your rival, it was unbelievably childish of him to do so. He continued to wheeze as if I’m the biggest joke in the whole wide world. “Ha ha. Very funny, Arthur”

A small smile crept up your mouth as you lowered your aim of fire and place it back into the holster at the round of your hip. You had to admit, he had one of the most contagious laughs you have ever heard, but that doesn’t mean you should lose your guard against the one person you despise the most. In defeat, you left the police station before he had anything else to say to mask yourself in humiliation.

“This changes nothing, I’m still going to beat you.”

-

A few glasses of champagne and pickpockets later, you managed to get your hands on some gold rings, silver-plated watches, and money off drunkards that made their way to you. They were easily wrapped around your finger to steal behind their back. The men surrounded the area as they unwind into the evening with very little knowledge, of what’s coming to them. You secretly stashed the contents of your pickpockets into your purse while walking away from endless conversations about politics and the weather.

Getting bored by the events occurring before you, in the corner of your eye you spot the mayor; Henri Lemieux by the fountain.

Hoping to make a name for yourself in this city —and probably pickpocket him, you make your way to his location. With elongated and purposeful sashays, you stopped in your tracks when you heard footsteps following behind you.

“Hey, little troublemaker.” His voice resonated through you.

Within a split second, you knew that warm, gruff voice anywhere. Frozen in your tracks, you closed your eyes and mentally cursed to yourself as you just got caught red-handed.

In front of you was your shadow cascading on the brick flooring of the garden as Arthur’s tall and burly figure enveloped yours under the dim moonlight. He was directly behind your back, just barely touching the exposed skin of your shoulders. You could feel the warm heat radiating off of him, making you shudder.

Slowly turning around to acknowledge his presence, composing yourself with utmost annoyance to resist the intoxicating proximity in between.

"Oh, it's you." He chuckled at your sarcastic remark as you admired his ravishing appearance. He donned a well-fitted Tux that hugged his biceps perfectly, along with the slicked-back hair from the usage of pomade to style it.

The view of him was a refreshing sight. Seeing him in such a way, despite the usual boyishly rugged blue shirt of his, that shaped his figure well tingled on your skin. He smelled of musk and wildflowers. The scent caused an involuntary sigh out of you before you could realize what you had just done.

"It's nice to see you." Slightly grinning, he stared at you closely. Holding eye contact as he took in the sight of your appearance. Before you stared at each other longer than the both of you had anticipated, fireworks had burst in swirls up in the sky. It caught the attention of guests as they watch the beautiful night sky be painted with streaks of vibrant colors. Comments of amazement filled the air.

Shifting your gaze back to Arthur, you felt like your heart had stopped for a mere second. What?

Arthur had already been staring at you, and your face started to slightly warm at the realization. As if on cue, at the side of the fountain was the mayor and his servant, quietly arguing. You eavesdrop only to hear the contents of the discussion 'Cornwall' and 'horse's ass'. Bingo. You knew anything that had to do with the wealthy man was a big deal to make out of. And definitely would come with something worthy to steal.

As the servant departs away from the mayor, Arthur was already making his way towards him to find out more information. Oh no, you don't.

You follow behind discreetly with the same intention before he finds something more useful than the already invaluable pickpockets in your purse.

Making way back through to the entrance of the Mansion, Arthur makes his way upstairs to the staircase leading towards the mayor's office, as you follow shortly after.

He enters the office quietly as he jams to open the locked drawer with a letter opener on the table. Slowly, you make your way to lean against the door frame, crossing your right leg over the left one to increase the view that revealed your exposed skin with a revolver strapped to your thigh. Preparing to display your disapproval of his actions, you fold your arms as he voices out the contents of the letter. "Mr. Leviticus Cornwall... Top secret… Extremely confidential. Very interesting."

"Very interesting, huh?" His head quickly turns in my direction upon the sound of my voice. His eyes widen. Gotcha cowboy.

Smiling innocently at his reaction, you slowly tilt your head the opposite way of the door frame, awaiting his response.

He pauses for a while as his gaze reaches your face as it makes its way through the revealed skin and revolver coyly making an appearance to him. Breaking off his stupor, It takes him a few seconds to process your actions as you walk towards him.

“What’s that?” He turns his back to prevent you from have a closer scan of the confidential document. Trying to reach it from out of his hands, he turns in another direction, holding the document up in the air far from your reach.

“Nothing useful,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone as he remains amused at your multiple attempts of stealing it from him. He looks away from you, dodging any suspicious allegations you might get just by narrowing your eyes at him.

“If you’re trying to hide it from me, sure as damn means it’s useful.” You hiss at him to hand it over as you continue trying to get up to his height to retrieve the ‘useless’ document out of his hands. Giving up, you stop your actions as an idea had come to mind. A stupid one.

Removing the revolver off your thigh, you pointed the gun at his foot to threaten him into giving you a glimpse of the contents of the paper regarding Leviticus Cornwall.

“I’d love to see you try,” His deep blue eyes sparkled as he challenged you with delight. Arthur knew you wouldn’t dare to pull the trigger and risk another catastrophe to happen at the mayors’ mansion.

Fireworks outside the window started to quieten down and conversations start to resume back to normal.

The sound of a key unlocking a door from another part of the office fills the room.

You look at Arthur with a slightly panicked facial expression. He folds the document neatly and places it inside the inner breast pocket of his tux as you quickly strap back your gun to the side of your thigh.

Arthur moves swiftly past you and grabbing you by the wrist before both of you get caught.

We make our way through the hallway and down a few steps down the staircase to get as far away from the office as possible. The soft tones of speaking at the end of the stairs traveled just at the rounded corner of the wall, nearing the both of you. Heavy stomps became louder and louder at the top of the staircase. You and Arthur were dead in your tracks, standing in the middle of the staircase, as your only two options of escape were far from reach. It was a dead end. This was a day you would go to jail, the both of you.

“Fuck it.”

And he kisses you. Hungrily and ever so desperately.

Pushing you against the wall as his hand cups the back of your neck bringing you close to him while the other was lowering to grab the exposed leg through the slit of your dress and cling it to the side of his hip. Your heart was beating out of your chest, ringing into your ears. And you were pretty sure he was able to hear it too. Not being able to grasp the situation, your stunned eyes fluttered shut, forgetting the entirety of your surroundings with his lips crashing on yours. Arthur’s lips.

There was no denying your attraction towards Arthur, from his physique to that annoying smirk of his that kept you on edge, it was hard to pay attention to the rivalry the both of you shared. Sometimes neither of you noticed the longing but yet despising looks you and Arthur exchanged. You thought you were being delusional, but It always seemed to be so much more. An indescribable magnetic force, pulling and pushing away from each other.

His stubble along the sides of his jaw skimmed the surface of your chin, inviting a light hum to alight from your lips from the contact. It made him smile against your lips, enjoying your compliance with his actions. Unable to resist, you grabbed the ends of his suit into fists, bringing him closer as his hands explored the map of your skin. Just like a predator devouring its prey, you lightly moaned as the warmth of his skin against yours created an inexplicable connection. A grunt escaped his mouth at your reaction to his touch. Kissing you harder, his hand gently slid up the exposed skin of your leg and over your—

"Ahem,"

Breaking off your kiss, a look of disgust was plastered onto the face of the servant, stumbling upon a couple who can't seem to get a room.

Regaining consciousness, you realize the highly scandalous position the both of you were in. You against the wall, arching your back with your hands resting on his heaving chest. You look down, noticing the strap of your dress that had tipped of your shoulder, which revealed your cleavage a bit more than it had already displayed. And his hands, at your waist and up your thigh reaching, Oh. Your face turned bloodshot red.

In a protective stance, Arthur leans forward closer to shield the tantalizing sight of your appearance to the man who had caught both of you at the top of the stairs. Furrowed eyebrows and eyes of infuriation were headed his way.

"Oh, heavens" a group of maids that reached the staircase, quickly shuffled away to busy themselves with other things than going through the second floor of the mansion.

“Pardon me for the intrusion, but this area is strictly out of bounds.”

“Well, I don't see any signs suggesting, so”

The servant raises his eyebrow higher with arms crossed, emphasizing how ridiculous his comment was.

Arthur grumbles, “We’ll be on our way”

The man’s heavy footsteps move past us, giving you privacy to freshen up whatever articles of clothing that was out of place

Hesitant to make eye contact, you observed the bow tie that hung around Arthur’s neck like it was the most interesting thing you had ever seen. You could feel his intense gaze drilling holes into you as his eyes did all the talking. The air was thick, making it hard to breathe as each second passes by. There wasn’t an inch of space left between the both of you, except for the slight distance aching to be met at the lips. His fingers lifted your chin to divert your attention back to him.

You could see the reflection of yourself drowning in the deep seas of his cerulean blue eyes. His gaze lowers down to the swell of your lips. Momentarily, time stops moving, it was the climax of something different. Something exciting, that the hatred you had spent building up for him was collapsing. Something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

There’s a gravitational pull pulling us closer and closer…

The basis of physics was no match for the two of you.

Lips barely grazing onto yours as light music soars in the background,

“Arthur!”

He stops, painfully closing his eyes to the familiar voice that constantly put him to work.

The tension breaks like a gunshot piercing through the air, pulling you out of your daze and back into reality.

What the fuck just happened?

Arthur groans and smothers his face into the crevice of your neck. His arms tightening around your waist, holding for dear life like you were going to slip away from his fingers. Gibberish left his mouth, whining like a child being awoken from his slumber, as the voice that yelled for him gets louder.

You couldn't handle the position you were in, he was so close to you. Your heart could burst any time soon from his touch. It was nothing you had ever imagined with him, nothing you had ever experienced before. This feeling was new.

“I have to go” her murmurs barely under a whisper, only for you to hear. Arthur lightly kisses the skin of your shoulder to signal his departure. The sensation tingles as he separates away from you.

The initial distance that was so close between the both of you was now a little too far away for your liking. Leaving you at the staircase, he looks back at you.

Our eyes meet, and it’s only the two of us, and from this point onwards, everything changes, and you find yourself longing after his lips.

Maybe for once, things could change.

Maybe we can change.

Us.

part 2-?

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[imagines-r-s]

silver - n. patrick

ok, so this is my first time writing anything to do with the NHL, so feedback is greatly appreciated

Nolan Patrick x reader

summary: the one where everyone around you is annoyed of how oblivious the two of you are

my requests are open-- taglist: @sortagaysortahigh

wc: 7.9k

a/n: this is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written omg. also huge shoutout to @barbienoturbby​ and @sunsetholland​ for reading this and for validation

warnings: angst, mutual pining, a few swear words, you and nol being oblivious, fighting, brief mention of injury

(gif not mine)

When you got the ‘SOS’ text from Nolan, you quickly assumed the worst. Knowing that he had just gotten out of practice you assumed he had gotten hurt during practice or he was dealing with another migraine and since it was your day off from your job as the Flyers trainer, you assumed the worst - one of your coworkers was there, but that didn’t mean that Nolan would go to them. You were caught even more off guard when he sent a second text a few minutes later, ‘i’m picking you up in 15. be ready’

The cryptic messages from your best friend weren’t helping your confusion, so you decided the best option was to call him. He picked up shortly after the second ring, “Hey y/n/n, what’s up?”

“What’s up? That’s all you have to say after those wack text messages?”

“Um, when you put it like that? Then yes,” you didn’t have to see his face to know that he was smirking, “anyways, I just parked, so I’ll be up to your apartment soon, bye.” 

With that, he ended the call, once again adding to your confusion. Deciding the only thing you could honestly do, you got up from your couch and got dressed. You were halfway through getting your hair done when you heard the door to your apartment unlock. 

Walking towards the door you saw Nolan, his hair still somewhat wet since he rushed here after practice. “Okay, do I get some form of explanation, or are you just going to stand there?”

“Look, I kinda fucked up. But just hear me out, okay?” he rushed out as he paced your living room.

“What do you mean you kinda fucked up?”

“Okay, so... at practice, me and the boys were talking about the charity gala that’s this Friday and a few comments might have been made about how I don’t have a date.”

“Let me guess. And your dumbass went, ‘I have a date, blah, blah, blah, who just happens to work for our team and you all know her’ and I got roped into the equation?” you said, jokingly.

“Wait, how’d you know?” he said with no hint of humor in his voice.

“Wait, you’re serious? I just assumed you needed me to find you a date? But you said I was your date?” heat rushed to your face at the thought of being Nolan’s fake date to the gala. You don’t know how you’re supposed to make it a whole night while having to pretend to be his. 

He simply nodded in response, “Please, y/n/n. It would mean so much. You obviously don’t have to and I can just say you can’t make it or whatever, but-”

“Nol, it’s fine,” you said, cutting off his rambling, “I’m pretty sure I need a dress though.” 

Nolan’s smile grew when he heard what you said, “Yeah, that’s why I came here. I kinda figured you’d say yes anyway, so it just kinda worked out.” 

“Oh, don’t try to act all cocky on me now, you were just pacing my living room in fear that I would say no.”

“Besides the point. Anyways, let’s go get you that dress,” Nolan said, grabbing your hand and leading you out the apartment. You did your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as your hand intertwined with his.  

“So, what does your suit look like?” you asked as you glanced around the store for a dress. “Oh, I was just thinking simple black, but I’ll match the tie with whatever color your dress or shoes are. We have to make sure they think we’re actually together.”

“Y-yeah. You’re right,” his words hurt you a little more than they should have. He was right. This wasn’t real and if you didn’t sell it well enough then Nolan would get the backhand of it. “What if I got that black dress over there?” you pointed to a simple off the shoulder black dress with a slit up to your mid-thigh,” and then get colorful shoes that you can get a tie to match?”

You missed the way Nolan gulped when you were busy looking for your size. He already knew the dress would look amazing on you, so when you found your size he knew he was in for it. “I’m going to go try this on real quick, I’ll be back,” you said before making your way to talk to an associate there. 

As soon as you stepped out of the dressing room in the dress, he knew he was screwed. His mind immediately going places that it shouldn’t have.“Nol, what do you think?” you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. He was thinking a lot more than he should have. “Oh, uh, you look beautiful, y/n,” he forced out. 

“I feel like this look would need a statement necklace or something to go with it, to kinda draw it all together, you know,” you said before doing a spin, “I don’t think I’m going to get it though.”

“You’re getting it,” he insisted. He didn’t care about the price, he knew that the dress was meant for you. He didn’t care that he might only see it once, but he could tell you loved the dress. He also loved you in the dress. 

Whenever you got home that night, you were met with your roommate in the kitchen. “So, you going to tell me where you and Nolan were all day? And don’t try to deny it, I heard your conversation this morning about the gala,” Mae teased. 

Mae had known you long enough to know how you felt about Nolan, she also knew Nolan well enough to know how he felt about you. Being the photographer for the Flyers, gave her an insight into the many interactions that you and Nolan had - both of you always looking for the other when there’s practice or a game, stolen glances when he’s on the bench, and him going out of his way to see you in your office (even when he isn’t hurt). She knew that if the two of you just said how you felt, that the two you would be happy with each other.  

“If you heard our conversation, I don’t know why you’re asking what we did. We went shopping, that’s all.”

“Have y’all confessed your love for each other yet? Or is it still ‘unknown’ information?”

“It’s all very one-sided and you know that.”

“Not according to Kevin,” you scoffed.

“Okay, so one person says otherwise.”

“Or TK, or Hartsy, or-”

“Okay, okay. I get it.”

“Pretty much anyone on the Flyers roster would agree with me,” Mae said, making sure her point was clear. Even with everything she said, you still didn’t believe her. “You should honestly just talk to him. And maybe actually be honest about how you feel for once.”

“Anyways, I have to go shower now. I still have to get some stuff ready for the gala tomorrow,” you left before she could say anything more.

…..

Nolan had decided to take it upon himself to make sure you had the best possible day that you could. Since he didn’t have practice, he decided to go to your favorite bakery and get you breakfast and your favorite coffee. Knowing that you most likely wouldn’t be up for a while, he swung by a jewelry shop to get you a necklace to go with your dress to ‘bring the look together’. 

“Hello sir, how can I help you today?” the salesperson said when Nolan walked in. 

“Oh, so I was wondering if you had any type of hockey charms? Or initial charms?”

“Yes, we do actually. Silver or gold?”

“Definitely silver,” he said, thinking back to your shoes and his tie.

“Alright, if you’ll follow me,” the man led Nolan over to a glass display, directing him to the sports charms that they had. When Nolan saw the hockey charms, he smiled at the thought of you wearing it. “And what initial did you want, sir?”

“An ‘N’ “

After he paid for the necklace he made his way towards your apartment. Using the spare key you had given him when you took into account how many times he came over, he opened your front door. 

“I still forget the fact that you have a key,” Mae said looking up from the couch, “Is that what I think it is?”

“Which thing?” Nolan said, setting his keys down on the counter. He noticed that you weren’t in the living room and assumed you were still asleep.  

“I was just talking about the coffee and bag from the cafe, but is there something else?”

Nolan simply nodded, “yeah, I just want y/n to have a good day since she’s going with me to the gala.” 

Mae eyed him suspiciously, “What else did you get her?”

“Huh?” 

“You said ‘which thing’, which hints that there’s more than just coffee.”

“Oh, I got her a necklace for tonight.”

“Did you give her a key to your apartment and an engagement ring, too? Or is that next week?”

Nolan simply rolled his eyes at her statement, “It’s not like that.”

“It’s only that way because both of you are stubborn and oblivious. Did you get me a bagel or just her?” Mae said, glancing at the bag. Nolan nodded before getting everything out of the bag, “thanks, Nolan.”

He made his way towards your room, quietly opening the door to make sure not to wake you. Stopping for a moment at your door when he saw your sleeping form, before making his way to your bed. “y/n/n, I got you your favorite,” he said gently. 

“Too early,” you groaned into your pillow, causing Nolan to laugh. “Babe, it’s 1 pm and Mae said you even went to bed early,” Nolan didn’t realize what he had said, but after hearing him say that nickname you were wide awake. 

“It’s still too early,” you said, finally sitting up, “but what did you get me?”

“Your usual,” he handed you the bad when he noticed you had gotten settled against your headboard. 

“Thanks, Nol. You know you don’t have to do-,” you paused as you noticed the jewelry box that he was still holding, “what’s in the box?”

“Oh, I-uh, I got you something for tonight. Obviously, you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, I just thought it would look nice with the dress,” he wasn’t even sure what prompted him to get it. 

“Show me,” you said, taking a drink of your coffee. 

“What?” 

“Nol, show me what you got me,” you chuckled at his obvious nervousness. He ignored the fear that you would hate it as he struggled to open the box. When he finally got the box open, he immediately passed the box over to you. The anxious feeling in his chest only grew when there was no immediate response from you. 

“I, uh, wow. Nolan, you shouldn’t have. You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“Y-yeah, I know. But you said you needed a necklace to go with it and you honestly deserve so much for agreeing to go with me,” he said, finally meeting your eyes. “You deserve the world, y/n/n,” he whispered, averting his gaze down to your lips. You weren’t sure if you imagined it or not, but when you looked back up at him, he had gotten closer than he was before. 

“Nol,” you whispered, as you noticed that he was getting closer, his lips eventually ghosting over yours. 

“Hey, Nol, these bagels are great are you sure that you got them from the usual cafe,” Mae yelled as she barged into your room, causing the two of you to practically jump away from each other. 

“Um, yeah,” he stated, his voice laced with annoyance,” the same one that’s a block away. Just like the bag says.” 

He immediately shot a glare your way at the sound of both you and Mae laughing, “god, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Don’t you agree, y/n?” 

“Oh, yeah. For sure,” Nolan’s face softening at the sound of you laughing.

…..

Mae stayed in your room while you got ready for the gala - helping you out anytime you needed with either your hair or makeup. As she listened to you ramble about Nolan and the day you had yesterday, she knew she had to interfere. Quickly pulling out her phone, she pulled up the contact of the one person she knew who would help her out, who just happened to be Nolan’s best friend. 

heyyy teeks, i need your help

tk: i feel like you only text me when you need something. but what’s up

y/n and nolan.

tk : oh ok, yeah. he said she was his date for tonight though? i just assumed they finally talked it out?

well, they’re going as the others ‘fake date’. i’m very impatient and they are very dumb, so i need you to think of something

tk : why can’t you think of something?

i won’t be at the gala + i’m out of ideas

After the exchange of many text messages, Mae and Travis finally had a plan to help their two dumbass friends finally talk about how they felt. 

“Who are you texting?” you asked when you saw Mae furiously typing away.

“Oh, just asking Teeks about the practice schedule?” she said, quickly coming up with an excuse.

“You know we work at the same time? Right? Like our schedules are the exact same?”

“Oh, yeah. I just wanted to see when would be a good time to get some statements for the team’s Instagram stories.” 

You nodded hesitantly,” for some odd reason, I don’t believe you. But I also don’t know if I really want to know.”

“Anyways, what time is Nol picking you up?”

“He should be here-,” stopping when you heard the front door unlock, “now.” 

Before you were even able to stand up from your vanity, Mae was already at the door. “Woah, Nolan, who knew you could clean up well.”

“Wow, Mae. You’re always so nice to me,” Nolan grumbled in response, “where’s y/n/n?”

“She should be out soon. She looks hot as hell, by the way. I know you’ll see her, but I just thought I’d let you know beforehand.”

“Well, it is her. She always looks beautiful,” he said without a second thought.

“Ooooh, Nol. You getting soft on us? Over a girl? Gasp. Never saw that one coming.”

“Mae, shut the literal fuck up. I swear if you make one more joke about me and y/n, I’ll-” before he was able to finish his sentence, you had emerged from the hallway wearing the dress. The dress. The same dress that nearly made him pass out in the store. Except now, you also had on the necklace with his initial and the shoes that matched what he was wearing. “Wow.”

You giggled at his reaction, trying to ignore the heat that rushed to your face, “wow to you, too.”

“Was that you were saying, Nolan? I make one more joke about you and-” Mae interrupted, snapping both you and Nolan out of whatever trance you were in. Nolan saw the look of confusion cross your face, “I won’t get you any bagels next time I go out.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t!”

“I would, actually.”

“Okay, did I miss something?” you said, looking between your two best friends.

“No,” the both of them said simultaneously. 

….. As the two of you entered the ballroom that the gala was taking place, you took note of the amount of orange, black, and white decorations filling the room. All the players were scattered throughout the ballroom with their dates, some dancing, some near the bar, others talking. 

Nolan kept his arm wrapped around your waist as he led you near Travis and Joel, who were standing near the bar. He let his arm fall when you mentioned you needed to go talk to Ryanne and made his way over to the boys. 

“Dude, I thought you were joking when you said you were bringing y/n as your date,” Joel said when he knew you were far enough away. 

“She looks hot as hell, I say that respectfully. If Mae found out I said that - in any context - she would murder me,” Travis knew that what he was saying would have an effect on his friend, that’s exactly why he said it. This was the plan that he and Mae had agreed to, the plan they hoped would work. 

Nolan clenched his jaw, his body becoming tense from the words that he had heard from his friends. “Ok, Travis,” he simply nodded, in hopes that the conversation would end there. 

“I mean is she still single?” Joel added.

“Well, I mean, yes, but-”

“I might ask her out soon. I mean you said she was single, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

“Ooh, Farabee’s getting bold,” Travis added. 

Before Nolan could get another word out, you had made your back to the boys. “Hey, Nols. Did you want to go dance with me?” you asked, using all the courage you had in you. 

“No,” he inwardly grimaced at how sharp his answer came out, but he was upset. He knew you deserve someone better than him. All his insecurities were reaching the surface over a simple statement his friend had made. 

“No?”

“Yeah, why don’t you ask Farabee,” your brows furrowed as you saw him get up and walk away, joining Carter and Hayes at a table.

“Um, what’s up with him?” 

“Farabee made a joke about his hair,” Travis made up on the spot. 

“Oh, his hair?” to which both boys nodded, “um, alright.”

Your thoughts were racing. You knew it was something other than a joke about his hair, he would have chirped back if it was something like that. You hesitantly agreed to dance with Joel, knowing that after you danced you need to talk to Nolan. You and Joel made small talk, but your mind was a thousand miles away. “I can tell your mind is on something else, what’s up?” Joel interrupted your thoughts. 

“I know you didn’t say anything about his hair,” you shot him a pointed look. 

Joel only chuckled in response, “oh yeah, me and Teeks were trying to get him to admit something about how he felt about you, but instead he got all snarky. It definitely defeated the purpose of the joke, but we didn’t expect him to not say anything. If you go to him and talk to him, I’m sure it’ll all be okay.” 

Once the song that was playing ended, that’s exactly what you did. 

Or at least that was what you planned on doing. 

You knew that finally telling Nolan how you felt would be risky. That’s what had stopped you so many times. But right now, the stars seemed to have aligned. Every one of your friends was telling you that things were mutual and that nothing would go wrong if you were just honest. Everything was leaning in the right direction.

Until you hit a stop sign. 

That stop sign being Nolan being nowhere in sight. And once you saw him, you wished you hadn’t. You watched from a distance as the person you were about to confess your feelings to had another girl in his arms. An ex-fling of his that he said he was over. Her making advances, him not necessarily ignoring them. 

Quickly turning on your heel, you grabbed your phone out of your clutch and called Mae. “Hey babes. Are you calling to say you won’t be home and that you and Nol- are you crying?”

“Can you just come and get me? If you can’t I can get a ride home, but-” you sniffled.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m on my way.”

Your feet led you towards the front lounge area near the entrance where you waited on Mae. You didn’t want to talk about anything, so you texted TK asking him to come to the front entrance. 

“Love, what happened?”

“Nolan was- he was, uh. Fuck. tried to-to go talk to him and he was with his ex, but yeah. He was already avoiding me before and I was just wanting to tell him,” by the time you had finished explaining, Travis had already enveloped you in his arms.

“Nolan is an idiot, alright? He’ll realize his mistake, but don’t blame yourself, ok?”

Before you could respond, you got the text from Mae saying she was here. “Mae’s here.”

“Make sure you get some rest and let me know if you need me to beat him up for you,” he said, finally getting you to smile. 

When you finally made it to Mae’s car, she passed you a pint of your favorite ice cream and then the two of you made your way home. She didn’t know ho

…..

“Nolan James Patrick, get your ass over here before I drag you off the ice,” Mae yelled throughout the rink. It was only a few people running drills, so she wasn’t interrupting an ‘official’ practice - she wouldn’t care if she had. Mae had to finish editing some new posts for the Flyers’ social media and she also had to kick Nolan Patrick’s ass, so might as well kill two birds with one stone. 

“So you won’t answer my calls, but you’ll drag me out of morning skate?” Nolan said, as he skated towards where she was standing. 

“Yes, exactly. What the fuck happened? y/n won’t leave her room and she told me she’s debating calling off work tomorrow, which is dumb because she’s the only trainer competent enough for game days.” 

“She just assumed the worst, that’s what happened. And if she wants to avoid me that much, so be it,” he stepped off the ice to get closer to Mae. 

“You aren’t slick, Pat. Everyone can see how miserable you are without her. And it’s only been like 10 hours.”

He knew Mae was right. He felt awful for what had happened at the gala, spending all the time after you left sulking and he only came to morning skate to get his mind off things, but he could only imagine how you had felt. “Look, Joel said something about asking her out, I was mad, and I also happened to run into an ex. Nothing happened between me and her, but I think y/n/n saw. Is she going to be ok?”

“Well, all things considered, if you clear up the air with her and actually talk to her like a man, instead of acting like a prepubescent boy. I’m sure she’ll be okay, but the two of you actually have to talk.”

Nolan’s head wasn’t in the right space, from morning skate or to regular practice. His mind was anywhere else, but in the game. It was so bad that he was close to being benched for his next game. His teammates were aware of what was going on, knowing they had to do something to at least get his head in the right spot. 

You weren’t supposed to come in to work until later tonight to prepare for the game, but Mae had asked for your help with a piece she was working on about the Flyers staff and trainers. So, you quickly packed up your work bag and made your way to the rink. Going to your office first, you expected Mae to be the person in the chair, but you were met with the one person you were trying to avoid. “y/n, hey.”

Your heart skipped a beat after hearing his voice for the first time in a while. “Hey, Nolan. Look about the other night, it wasn’t my place to be upset. I was only there as your fake date, so me getting upset about seeing you with another girl shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did.”

“No, y/n/n. What happened on my part wasn’t right, you’re not in the wrong for reacting how you did,” he knew you would take the blame, but he also knew he had to make sure that how you felt was reasonable and there was nothing wrong with you reacting. 

“Look, me and you are fine, I promise. We’re back to being best friends, I have to go talk to Mae. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said before turning around and leaving Nolan. You hadn’t said everything that you wanted to, but right now wasn’t the time.

Nolan started following you out of your office, making an attempt to catch up to you. “y/n/n, nothing happened between me and her, I promise.” He could only watch as you kept walking away. 

…...

“So, are you and Nol going to do your handshake? Or are you going to let the team lose against the Islanders? Like I know you know some of the guys on the team, but that’s very disloyal of you,” Mae asked as she opened the door to the arena, quickly stepping to the side so that way you could jump and hit the top of the door. 

“You do realize that the results of the game don’t depend on if me and Nol do the handshake?” 

“Alright, Ms. ‘I have to hit the top of the doorway or else we’ll lose’. You literally left the arena crying one day because you forgot to do it.” Game days were very ritualistic, for both staff and the players. Many players had their own habits and rituals that they knew helped them win a game, some of the staff had their own rituals - you included. 

You always made sure to get you and Mae your usual coffee order before the two of you made your way to the rink. Every time you entered the arena or left your office, you would jump up to hit the top of the doorway - which everyone on the team thought was hilarious, even though a lot of them started doing it themselves. Then there was the secret handshake you and Nolan do almost every time he goes on the ice. 

“Look, my habits are reasonable, but I don’t know if the handshake will happen today,” you answered honestly. 

“Knowing him, he’s not going to let you avoid it. He needs it just as much as you do.”

“What do you mean?” 

Mae chuckled in response, “you really are oblivious sometimes. Alright, well anytime you two do the handshake, both of you visibly light up. I’ve seen it enough times to know that I’m not wrong. It’s a part of both of your routines and you’ll freak out if it doesn’t happen, so even though stuff is going on between the two of you, it’s not going to change the fact that you’re both a part of the others routine.” You visibly gaped at your best friend, which only made her laugh harder. “Look, you can act shocked all you want, but the two of you are so used to seeing each other at least once a day, that the two of you not talking consistently is driving both of you crazy.”

“I’m not going to agree, but I’m not going to deny it.”

“You literally can’t deny it because I’m right,” she said in a sing-song voice. 

“Anyways, moving on. What posts do you have planned for tonight's game?”

“Well, I’ve kinda been working on a secret project, but I still need a few more shots for it. But other than that, just the usual posts of goals made and action shots.”

“Ooh, secret project? Am I allowed in the secret social media project?”

“No, you’re not at that level of clearance yet, top secret,” she smirked,”also, you know it’s almost time for morning practice and if I remember correctly, you still have to do your job. You still haven’t gotten your bag from your office yet, so you better hurry babes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll meet you down there?” to which she nodded in response. As the two of you made your way down to the ice, you took a detour to get to your office, leaving Mae by herself. 

Mae went to the usual spot that the two of you would stand during morning skate, which also happened to be the same spot that you would stand at during the games, right in between the bench and the tunnel. While you were in your office, Mae was able to set up to get a few action shots - even though it was just morning skate she loved getting pictures of the boys when they weren’t necessarily in their competitive mode. 

While she was taking a few pictures, she noticed Nolan looking around the rink, his eyes always coming back to where she stood after finishing a drill or lap. When she saw Travis skate near the bench, she quietly called him over, “dude, look at Nolan. He looks like a lost puppy.”

Nolan’s head still wasn’t in the right spot, he was able to get it together enough to be able to play, but his head was everywhere else. When he saw Mae, he immediately started looking for you, which only bummed him out more when he realized you might have actually called in saying you wouldn’t be able to make it. 

“Oh, yeah. He’s been like that all day since he hasn’t seen y/n here. Did she actually call in like she said she would?”

“No, she’s just in her office getting her bag. She threatened not to do their handshake, so you know things are serious,” she said, taking a few more pictures.

“Damn, Pat will go insane if she’s actually serious.”

“She’s not serious, she better not be at least.”

“Oh shit, the project. You’re still working on it?” TK asked, to which Mae nodded.

“You mean to tell me Teeks knows about the project and I don’t,” you interjected, causing them both to laugh. 

“Dude, Pat thought you actually called in today and he looked like he was going to cry,” Travis added. 

“Who told him I was thinking about calling in?” you asked, looking between the duo in front of you. 

“I kinda showed up to practice yesterday and threatened him. Nothing serious, just the usual ‘get your shit together or else’,” Mae said, shrugging, “he’s very threatened by those shorter than him.” 

At the sound of your laugh, Nolan’s head immediately snapped over to where he knew you usually stood, seeing you around Mae and Teeks. His face and mood immediately lighting up at the sight of you standing there. 

Teeks left shortly after, leaving you and Mae alone. “Was Nol that worried I wouldn’t come?”

“Bitch, you can’t be serious right now? Of course he was worried, you’re basically his good luck charm at this point.” 

“I’m not-”

“You are. Don’t even try to deny it. You and I both know it. I’ll see you at lunch”

Nolan took notice of how quickly you looked for him whenever Mae left. He wasn’t sure if it was intentional or just routine, but the smile that you sent his way had him forgetting any worries he had. Just as he was about to come over to you, Coach ushered him to do media. Quickly sending you a sad smile, he followed. 

As soon as the boys cleared out from morning skate to head to do media, you started getting the benches ready for the game; getting the water bottles filled, making sure there were enough sticks, and checking that all the pucks were there. You took your time, as you still had quite a bit of time before you had to head to meetings with other staff members. 

Shortly after staff meetings and lunch with Mae were done, you got a text from Zach, your assistant trainer, saying that the Islanders were in the process of getting settled. Since you trusted Zach to take care of that, you took this time to check on any injuries that any players had to make sure that they were in the best shape they could be for the game today. 

mattyb: psst. is the room clear? me and tito can’t be seen talking to the enemy

you’re good to come into the training room, idk what the hallway looks like though

When you heard the door close, you didn’t even have to look up from what you were doing to know who it was. Quickly turning around you saw two of your closest friends, “I didn’t think I’d actually miss you guys and here we are.”

“Did y/n y/l/n just admit to missing us? Did I miss something?” Tito said.

“Ooh, I think Philly has made her go soft. Let’s take a moment of silence for our fallen friend,” Mat added. 

“Do you two ever shut up?”

“There she is,” Mat came over to you to give you a hug, Tito following behind. 

“I’m surprised you willingly hugged me. Matty B, I’m the enemy here,” you said, causing Mat to roll his eyes at the nickname.

“Back at it with that stupid nickname.” 

“Don’t worry, y/n/n, we both know he loves that nickname.” 

The three of you took the time that you had to catch up, eventually ending up walking throughout the arena back towards their locker room. Wishing both of the boys luck, Tito walked into the locker room first, but you noticed Mat seemed hesitant on walking in. “What’s up?”

“What do you mean what’s up?” you asked, unsure of what he was meaning. 

“No, I can clearly tell that something is wrong. Tito probably noticed too, he just doesn’t mention stuff like that.”

“Um, stuff is going on with me and Nolan. I don’t really know what, it’s just this really long story.”

“Did he do something? I’ll beat him up if you need me to?”

“No, no. Nothing happened, well stuff did, but nothing that you need to beat him up for.”

“Did you finally tell him how you feel? Did he reject you or something?”

“No, um, me and him went to a charity gala together, but only as each other's fake date. I didn’t bring it up as wanting anything else, but then some other stuff happened and now we’re in this awkward ‘we’re fine, but won’t talk it out’ stage. And it’s just hard right now,” you simply shrugged. 

“You know, I don’t know much about him, but I’m sure there’s a lot that has been left unsaid for way too long and now it’s just needing to be out in the open. You two will figure it out, I’m sure,” Mat quickly gave you a hug, “now, I have to go get ready to win this game, so if you’ll excuse me.” 

“Oh, be ready Barzy, my boys will kick your ass.”

“We shall see, y/n. We shall see.” 

Once you saw that Mat had gone back to the locker room, you started making your way back to the Flyers locker room for pregame meetings. You still had at least 30 minutes before the meetings started, but you assumed that the boys would either be stretching or messing around. “You know, you talking to the enemy could get you fired, y/n/n,” you heard Joel say as he walked beside you. 

“Hey, Beezer. How are you today?”

“I’m doing great. I’d be better if my favorite trainer wasn’t seen talking to the enemy,” he nudged you with his elbow. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I didn’t spoil any secrets, I promise. No game plans were exposed.” 

“Hmm. Wait til Nols hears about this one,” he paused when you visibly tensed, “you guys haven’t talked have you? That’s why morning skate was kinda wack.”

“Well, we have talked, but I don’t think everything that needed to be said was said.”

“So, why don’t you go say it? Simple.” 

“He’s not saying much either,” you said, defensively to which he could only roll his eyes. 

“Well both of you are acting like a couple of 14 year olds that don’t know how to talk to the person they like, no offense, but it’s annoying,” he said, matter of factly. 

You knew Joel was right, he had simply said what everyone around you was thinking. You knew that what he had said the night of the gala was right. You knew what Mae had said about the two of you being a part of each other’s routine was right. You knew - although you would never say it to his face - that Mat was right, too. 

Reaching down, you instinctively grabbed the necklace that Nolan gave you. You only looked up when you heard chuckling in front of you, “what?”

“Your first instinct was to grab the necklace he got you, it might not seem like a lot, but it says a lot.”

…..

Nolan stepped out of the locker room and quickly followed the boys towards the rink. He unconsciously kept an eye out for you, knowing that if he didn’t do the handshake it would throw him off. When warm ups started and he only saw Zach, he started to become worried. The handshake only had to happen before each period, but it often happened more than three times throughout the game. 

Midway through warm up Travis nudged him, who pointed towards where you and Mae were walking closer. He watched as Mae nudged you and pointed in his direction, to which you quickly jogged over, “ok, sorry I didn’t get here before warm-ups. But here’s what’s going to happen ok: you go out there and kick some ass. Specifically so I can prove a point to Mat and Tito, but anyways, you go out there and you help win this game. Then once the game is over we figure out whatever is going on with us. Okay?”

Nolan’s smile only grew, he simply nodded. “Of course, you think I’d let your stupid New York friends win?” 

“I would hope not,” you gave him a quick hug and watched as he started to walk away, “I know damn well that you’re not walking away without doing this handshake,” Nolan quickly took off his gloves so that you could do your handshake,“ there we go. Now you better beat them or else I’ll never hear the end of it.” 

Once the National Anthem was over, the first period started. You already knew that this game would be a tough one, you knew enough about both teams to know that it would be a very close game. By the end of the first, the score was 2-1, the Islanders ahead. 

After the intermission, both teams came back ready for more. You knew the signs of the Islanders getting cocky and you hoped it was noticeable, you and Nolan did your handshake one more time before he went back on the ice. About halfway through the second period, Nolan and Travis had helped get another goal, tying up the score. 

As the team was celebrating your eyes found Nolan’s to which he simply pointed at you in response. You scanned the rest of the rink, only to see Mat and Tito pointing between you and Nolan, your eyebrows furrowed to which they only smiled in response. Oh no. You looked back to Nolan, who was skating back to the bench for water, only to see Tito approaching him from the other side. 

You couldn’t hear what was said, but you knew that whatever it was caused Nolan to get angry. His eyes met yours once more and you only hoped he would ignore whatever was said. You let out a breath of air as he skated back to the bench. Nolan wasn’t on the ice for the next play, but you could see the way he kept his eyes trained on Tito. 

You watched as Mat had the puck, passing it to Tito as they scored another goal. As they celebrated you visibly gaped as Tito pointed in your direction. You could see the smirk grow on his face from what you assumed was Nolan’s reaction. 

You prepared for the worst when Nolan went back on the ice. TK, who was still on the bench, looked back at you with a questioning look. “This is bad, this is very bad,” you whispered. 

“Pssh, he’ll be fine. He hardly ever-” before Travis could even finish his sentence, you saw Nolan and Tito’s gloves come off. “Ok, forget I said that.” You watched as the two boys fought, eventually both were pulled apart by the refs and were ushered towards the penalty box. 

“Dumbass.” 

The game continued and the two of them eventually got out of the penalty box. By the end of the second period, the score was 3-2, the boys only needed to get at least one point to be able to win the game. You were beyond mad at Tito and Mat for egging Nolan on, but you were also mad at Nolan for letting it get to him. 

When you and Nolan did your handshake, you took notice of how his hands were already slightly bruised from the fight, but you would tend to that later. The game proceeded, eventually with both teams tied with only a few minutes left, so either someone would score or the game would go into overtime. 

Everyone in the arena is on the edge of their seats, unsure of what the outcome of the game will be. Carter was able to block all of the Islanders attempts at a goal, which allowed the guys to be able to score without fear of a comeback from the Isles. With less than 20 seconds left, a goal is made by the Flyers. We won the game. 

The atmosphere of the arena erupted in cheers and celebration, the boys crowding around on the ice. You smiled as you watched the team celebrate the win that they just had, your smile growing more when you saw that Nolan was once again looking your way. “He’s been looking your way the whole game and you want to tell me he doesn’t think of you as his good luck charm? Okay, y/n,” Mae said, interrupting your thought process. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. No need for that,” you said rolling your eyes, “You’ll meet me by the training room once you’re done?”

She simply nodded in response. Staying in the arena for a while as fans and spectators cleared out, you cleared off the benches and started making your way back to the training room. “y/n,” a familiar voice yelled from behind you as you passed the visiting locker rooms. 

Turning around you saw Tito approaching, Mat following behind. “Look, I’m sorry about what I did. I shouldn’t have dragged you into it.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have, but as long as you left it on the ice we’re cool. Just know that I’m not afraid to punch you out either. I appreciate the apology though, T.” 

“Please don’t punch him again, but now that I know we’re cool. Can we just take a second and mention the reaction that we got out of Nolan?” Mat questioned. 

“Exactly, I wouldn’t react that way unless I was literally in love with the girl. He’s whipped, dude,” Tito added. 

“He’s not.”

“He is,” the pair in front of you said in unison. “It’s so obvious and the two of you are just oblivious,” Mat added. Before you could say anything else, you saw Anders emerge from the locker room, “hey, y/n. Your boys did good today.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Always the humble one, y/n,” he sighed,”Anyways, what was up with your boy today?” he added. 

“Well, Tito also chirped him, so I don’t think it was an all one sided ordeal,” you stated. 

“Did you notice how he didn’t mention who he was talking about? He literally just said ‘your boy’ and you immediately knew he meant Pat,” heat rushed to your face at Mat’s statement.

“Anyways, you guys had a great game. Next time we play each other, we have to make plans and catch up more,” you quickly said your goodbyes and made your way back to the training room where a familiar figure was already sitting on one of the benches. “Hey, y/n/n.”

“Hey, Nol,” you set your bag down and quickly headed over to get some ice for his hand, “you’re a dumbass, you know that.” 

“Well, I have you constantly reminding me, so yeah,” he smiled at the fact that the two of you fell back into your normal conversation.

“So, you want to explain why you got into a fight?” you already knew why he did, but something was telling you that you didn’t know something. 

“Not particularly, but I know you won’t accept that answer,” he sighed, “he made a comment about him asking you out and I’ve already dealt with a comment like that about you before, but it really got in my head this time. And then he pointed to you after your goal and I don’t know.” As he ran his hand through his hair, his eyes finally met yours, “I got jealous.”

“Nolan Patrick, jealous? Never saw that one coming,” you walked back over towards him to assess his hand, “well your hand looks fine, you’ll probably just have to ice it for a few days.” Standing back up you noticed Nolan’s eyes on your neck, “what is it?”

“You’re still wearing the necklace I gave you.”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know, I figured you’d throw it away after what happened. I honestly thought you wouldn’t show up today or do our handshake and it scared me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “why did it scare you?”

“I, uh, after us not talking, I realized how much I need you in my life and I realized I love you a lot more than I thought I did before.” Your eyes widened as you realized what he had said, “you love me?”

“Is it hard that hard to believe?”

“I- I don’t know, I just didn’t realize how you felt the same,” looking up you saw Nolan’s face visibly light up. Before you could say anything else, he pulled you closer to him.

Brushing a piece of hair away from your face, he leaned closer, softly whispering another I love you before his lips met yours softly. Once the two of you pulled away, you simply smiled at one another.

“Yes, finally. Teeks, you owe me $20. Pay up,” Mae said to Teeks, both leaning on the doorway. 

“You two couldn’t have waited another day for that,” Travis said, handing over the money. 

“Oh, you might want to check Instagram really quick. Nolan, I assume you’re taking y/n/n home?” 

The blush on Nolan’s face grew as he looked over to you for confirmation to which you nodded before walking over to pull your phone out of your bag. Opening Instagram, you went to the Flyers Instagram, taking note of a few new posts before seeing the most recent one captioned ‘Pre-game handshakes are definitely the most important part of game day’ with a video of you and Nolan doing your handshake before each game over the few years you had done it. 

“Awe, Mae. Was this the secret project?”

“Yeah, now I’ll leave you two,” she said before walking away, only to come back a few seconds later, “oh and use protection, kiddos.”

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[rowanaelinn]

Fire on Fire - Chapter Six

this is finally going somewhere! i had to cut this chapter in two otherwise it would have been six thousand words so… sorry for the cut😬

Warning for sucidal thoughts in this chapter.

chapter five // chapter seven

“She did not!” Aelin laughed loudly, still in her nightclothes. “Why do we always miss that?”

“Miss what?” Sam asked as he entered the room, two bowls of cereals in his hands. He gave one to Lysandra and brought two spoons so Aelin could eat in his bowl. Lysandra and Aelin just woke up, it was four in the afternoon and Aelin didn’t eat anything since last night, so she was starving.

Aelin, Lysandra, Nehemia, and Sam might have partied a little too hard last night. So this morning, Aelin and Lysandra decided to stay home. Sam didn’t look happy about Aelin missing class but he didn’t say anything, knowing Aelin’s mind was made. He came back from school an hour ago and woke them up.“Gods, I love these cereals,” she moaned at the taste. Aelin loved food, and it showed on her body. The only good thing about her injury is that now she didn’t have to pay attention to everything she ate to fit in stupid costumes. She might miss dancing but she loved food more.

“I finished the last box, by the way.”

Aelin nodded, making a mental note she’ll have to ask Quinn to go grocery shopping as soon as she could.

“Leave me some, Lys,” Nehemia said as she threw herself on Aelin’s bed. She was glad to have a gigantic bed when the four of them were home, which is almost all the time lately. Nehemia threw her hair behind her shoulder, silently asking her friends to pay attention to them.

“That color suits you, Mia,” Aelin smiled and it was genuine. Nehemia had fresh new braids, they started black but ended in a deep ocean blue. The girl never wanted boring colors in her hair and almost everything suited her. Lysandra and Sam agreed with her, making Nehemia smile arrogantly. But Aelin knew that Nehemia was hiding a real smile behind that.

“Might dye my hair blue to match you,” Aelin said and Nehemia looked thrilled.

“Don’t you dare!” Sam said, turning to Aelin and almost spilling the cereals and milk on her bed. “Your hair is so pretty. Buy a wig but don’t you dare dye it.”

“Excuse me?”

He pouted, “Please?” Even with this ridiculous face, he stayed beautiful. She loved the twinkle of mischief, the hint of exasperation at her, and the kindness that made her feel good, the kindness that made her want to be the best person she could be.

“Okay,” She sighed and he had a victorious smile drawn on his face. “Let’s go for the wig.”

He smiled and kissed her, pout-ring all his love for her in it. She could spend years kissing him. “You two are gross,” Lysandra complained, Sam and Aelin pulled apart and Aelin sent her best friend a vulgar gesture.

“Anyway, Lys, what did we miss?” Sam asked again, this boy was the most curious of the four. He liked to hear gossip about everyone.

“Ansel was high at Nox’s party two days ago.” Aelin was sad they missed a party just to be at a Gala, but her parents were home for once and demanded that she was with them.

“You’re joking?” Nehemia asked and laughed as she took Lysandra’s spoon to eat some cereals. The brunette threw the dark-skinned girl a look that promised violence.

“You’ll never see me taking drugs, that’s for sure,” Aelin sighed and rested her head on Sam’s shoulder. “God, I already regret drinking twice in a week.”

“Good,” Sam said and she rolled her eyes.

The four friends spent hours talking and laughing together. They practically all lived at her home, anyway. Sam and Lysandra’s families were fucked up enough, so they spent their time here. Nehemia’s parents worked too much to notice that she didn’t come home most nights. Aelin’s parents were never here either, so she welcomed the company.

When it started getting dark outside, Aelin’s phone rang. She had no idea who called her but it could be one of her parents, calling her from wherever they were now or even Aedion who had a habit to lose his phone.

“Hello?”

“Aelin?” A deep voice asked and Aelin thought she recognized it in the back of her brain but she couldn’t put a name on who it belonged to.

“I’m not trying to be rude but, who are you?”

The man laughed and the sound gave her chills. “It’s Arobynn Hamel. Your mother was supposed to give you my phone number but I guess she forgot.”

Her body froze. Arobynnn Hamel. Of course, she knew that voice, she had watched enough interviews of him to become familiar with it, she even met him two days ago. She sat straighter in her bed, attracting the worried gaze of her three friends. With a more serious face than they had ever seen, Aelin motioned for them to remain silent.

“Oh gods, I’m sorry, Mister Hamel. She didn’t give me your number, I’m very sorry.” She was so embarrassed, Mala knew how much Aelin would be mad at her mom for it. Her friends looked surprised at who called her.

“Calm down, Aelin. It’s okay.” He comforted her as he laughed softly. “And call me Arobynn.”

“Alright.” She said and waited for him to explain why he was calling her, not that she wasn’t happy about it because she was. She just knew she would embarrass herself if she opened her mouth and started talking.

“Are you doing anything tomorrow night?” He asked and Aelin furrowed her brows. That was weird but exciting at the same time.

“No, I am free. Why?”

“We didn’t have a lot of time to talk Saturday and I think it’s a shame. I am still in Orynth for two days and would like to talk with you. Your mother told me you wanted to be an author or work in the publishing industry, is it true?”

“Yes,” it was the fastest answer of her life. Yes, she had always dreamed of working around books.

“From what I’ve heard, Aelin Galathynius, you are special. I’d like to see that by myself. Allow me to take you out for dinner tomorrow and we can talk about your future.”

If Arobynn Hamel helped her… She could become a successful author. She could picture it, a small house, Sam at her side, a study full of books she wrote, a life away from the spotlight, a happy life. It’s exactly what she wanted. Special, he thought she was special.

“Dress code?”

He laughed again and Aelin couldn’t help but smile. “Something like the dress you had on Saturday should be good. I’ll pick you up at seven, is it good for you?”

“Perfect.”

They hung up and she looked at her friend, still surprised, and smile. She was thoughtfully happy.

“Aelin?” Aedion asked, tearing her from her daydream. “You there?”

“Sorry. What is it?” She was tired and hungover, she didn’t get lots of sleep last night and she was feeling the effects. Dorian had left early this morning, long before anyone woke up. It was better than having to face Aedion’s judgmental looks.

“I asked if your scholarship got renewed for next year, Lysandra got the answer in the mail yesterday so you’re supposed to have yours too, right?” She looked up from her bowl of cereals, confused for a second. When she met Rowan Whitethorn’s face, with the same confused expression as her, she remembered.

Lysandra, Aedion, and everyone else believed she got a scholarship, frankly, she had no idea how they believed her. But they never had a reason to distrust her, that’s probably the reason.

Most of her relation with Arobynn was secret and the money he spent on her was part of the lie.

“Yeah, everything is taken care of.” She smiled, it was the truth in a way. She dared to look at Rowan and she didn’t why, didn’t know how, but she knew he didn’t believe her. She could see it in his frown and eyes.

“Good,” her cousin smiled as he drank his coffee.

She smiled back, he was worried for her, she knew it. It’s exactly why she didn’t tell him anything, he didn’t need the stress. “I’ve got everything under control.”

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“What are you still doing here?” Arobynn asked, startling Aelin. She had been too busy on her computer to hear him coming. “It’s past nine, we finished hours ago.”

They both had worked for hours today and she was tired. “What are you still doing here?” She asked.

“I asked first, darling.” He sat in his chair in front of her. She was still in her seat, the chair almost belonged to her for all the time she spent on it. She wanted to be annoyed at him but today had been different. He had been different. He wasn’t the Arobynn she had known years ago but he was close, closer than he usually was lately. Aelin was pretty sure he hadn’t had a drink all day, which could explain his mood. That was a good thing.

“I’m writing and waiting for my cousin to check his damn phone so he can pick me up.”

“Where’s your car?”

“Broken,” she grilled through her teeth. The damn truck had decided not to work this morning, causing Aelin to have a nervous breakdown. “A friend of mine had a look at it and told me it would cost me more to repair it than to buy a new one, so here I am, depending on my cousin.” She hated it, hated to depend on someone. But it seemed to happen a lot lately, so she might have to get used to it. “What are you doing here?” She repeated.

“My meeting lasted two hours,” he said, his voice hard.

“Ah, sucks when you have to actually do your job, right?” She remarked and didn’t know if it was a reproach for the way he over-worked her or a teasing. Maybe both, she didn’t want to wonder about it too much.

“Someone’s feisty today,” he joked and she fought a small smile. “Ready for Monday?”

“I already told you no, Arobynn.”

“Why not? You finish the school year in four days.”

“I have a job, Arobynn. I can’t just-”

“Everything’s taken care of.” He cut her off with a smile. It was the kind of smile that told her he had done something and was feeling rather proud of it.

“What.”

“Did you know Rofle was my friend? After a drink or two, he agreed to let you come back in September, right after your internship at Hamel Publishing.”

“And you did that after I told you no?” Her tone was rising. “And are you friends with everyone here?”

He rose from his seat to stand right before her. She had to raise her head to look him in the eye. One of his calloused hands rested on her cheek, caressing her cheekbone. "You know how powerful I am." She did, Arobynn wasn’t just a successful author or the CEO of a publishing company, those were just hobbies for him. He had grown up in a rich family, had been raised to be like every rich people. He had learned how fake smiles and words were weapons, how to manipulate people. He had a way to manipulate everyone he called his friends, whether it was a picture, a video, or a letter. He had something on everyone. “I once promised you I would make you shine, Aelin. I won’t let a shitty job ruin that promise.” For years he had told her she was special, he had told her she could reach the stars should she just let him help her. And for years she had believed him, so she decided to do it again. She only nodded and it seemed to be enough for him.“I’m calling a cab for you.”

“No.”

“No?” His voice was surprised. “Is it because of the money?”

“For fuck sake Arobynn I can afford a cab ride,” that was a total lie, but he didn’t need to know that. “I just… can’t.”

Understanding and pity flashed on Arobynn’s face and she had to keep herself from yelling at him for it. “You still can’t?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” She said voice hard that didn’t let room for questions.

“Pack your things, I’ll drive you.” This was what Arobynn from four years ago would have said, what the Arobynn she had come to know would have said. In a flicker of hope, she said yes. Hope that she could erase what happened between them, that she would forget like Arobynn repeatedly asked her to, and just start again because she didn’t know how to survive another person leaving her.

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It was the middle of the night when Rowan heard her cries.

At first, he had ignored them, trying to give her privacy. It was unusual of her to let someone hear her, so Rowan thought it might be very bad. But after five minutes of cries, he couldn’t stay in his bed anymore.

When he walked into her room, his heart broke a little. She was in bed, sleeping, trashing against the sheets, crying, and trying to talk. Even with only the light from the bathroom, he could see the pain written all over her face.

He couldn’t take it, he couldn’t just walk back to his room and ignore her. So, he shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up but it didn’t work. She kept jerking in her bed as if she was fighting with the pillows and her blanket.

“Aelin,” he said, using both his hands to shake her. “Aelin,” he repeated louder. Her eyes jerked open, she turned her head several times, trying to figure out where she was. Her whole body shook and a second later she leaned over the bed and vomited her guts out. Rowan held her hair back, avoiding touching her directly so as not to overwhelm her.

When she lay back down in bed, she was still crying, her limbs shaking as if she were hypothermic even though Rowan could see the sweat glistening on her skin.

Rowan had only seen one person look so wrecked in his entire life, himself. He saw it every time he woke up and looked into the mirror. It was worse ten years ago because he had no idea how to hide it, in a decade he learned how to conceal everything. How to recognize which night was most likely to give him a nightmare, learned how to stay quiet while he felt like dying inside.

“You should take a shower,” Rowan said, voice softer than he has ever used with her. He had been wrong, so wrong.

“I don’t think I have the strength.”

“To shower?” He asked but there was no judgment, he only wanted to make sure.

“To live.” Her small voice broke and his heart did too. When she looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, Rowan didn’t see anything but desperation and loathing. He knew it wasn’t directed at him but at herself.

“Come here,” he said as he slid his arms under her body. “We’re gonna clean you up, okay?” He lifted her up from her bed, avoiding the content of her stomach on the floor as her weak arms curled around his neck and he guided her to the bathroom.

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[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 20/?

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - your name

***IMPORTANT*** The Criminal Psychology majors will be taking a temporary hiatus as I’m getting my second dose of the vaccine today<3 I don’t know when I’ll be coming back because I don’t want to burn myself out on this series just to give content while I’m gone, yknow

Warnings: Swearing, Forgetfulness, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

They danced and sung the night away at the Gala. It ended at around 2:00am and everyone went back to the Wayne Manor. 

Somehow it came out that they should play Uno of all things. Uno is known for being the “Friendship Ruiner” or the “Relationship Ruiner” of the world. So, of course, they played it. Why wouldn't they?

Y/N dealt the cards. She was not quick about it. At all. She really struggled to deal the cards to the entire group, but she still tried. It was the thought that counted. Or at least she thought it did.

But no one seemed to mind she was a little slower with her cards-dealing. Which was different to the up-beat, face-paced life all of them lead. One would have expected that they would want a crazy fast dealer, but no one cared.

They played well into the night, with Jason ending up tapping-out and laying in Y/N’s lap. She played with his hair and leaned down to show him the good cards she got, at least until he fell asleep. She spent the time bonding with his family. 

They had always liked her. From the first time they all met her, they knew she was going to be something real. They were even impressed that Jason and her hadn’t fought yet. They were both hot-headed when they wanted to be, so when it was obvious that they put the relationship ahead of their own prides, it was something else.

They knew of the first time they had one of these moments. Y/N was at a dance competition, but Jason had to dip because of “Family Issues”, she was upset. Of course, she wanted him there and it looked like they were going to get into a huge spat about it. But, when she won that competition, she got up there and she said,

“This one is for my family, my friends, the extension of my family,” she paused, “And my boyfriend, Jason.” She smiled, “He isn’t here right now because of family issues, but he told me to follow my dreams, and here I am,” she said while raising her medal slightly, “This one was for you, baby.”

And that’s when his family knew that pride was stupid to them. Relationships are growing, changing together. And while they both stayed hot-headed, they changed that slight detail in themselves to be better partners. It was admirable.

Y/N ended up winning the last game. Half of the Waynes were sleeping, either at the coffee table where they were playing or in their rooms. She glanced over to the clock, 6:00am. She knew her parents were getting up soon, so she texted her mom,

Hey mum! So do you still want Jay and I to come over for the barbeque? 

And she nudged him a little. Everyone else had left the room, so she was trying to wake him up. So they could go to his room. He groaned.

“Baby, do you want to sleep in your bed?” she whisper-asked him, leaning down to his ear and stroking his hair. He groaned and got up, started walking to his room. She followed suit. He was on his bed and passed out before she even got up there.

She laughed and walked over to him, fumbling with his suit jacket. He mumbled something about taking him on a date first, and she laughed again.

“C’mon, work with me here, you’re going to be uncomfortable if you sleep in your suit, my love.”

He groaned and took off his jacket before unbuttoning his shirt, while she got his belt undone.

“God, take me on a date first,” he mumbled.

“Shh,” she said, placing a finger over his lips, “Just go to bed, Jay.”

He sloppily kissed her neck before she cupped his face and used her position to straddle him to the bed. She kissed his forehead before getting off of him and going through his clothes. She needed something, a shirt, pants, anything she could wear.

She fumbled with getting her own dress and gloves off, ending up throwing the dress over his desk chair, hoping it would minimize wrinkling. She undid her corset and threw it on his desk. Her heels were sitting at his desk chair. The gloves on his desk.

She crawled into bed with him, being the big spoon, burying her face behind his neck. She pulled out her phone to look at her texts. One from Artemis,

Hey, dude. That dress, oh my God?

She laughed into Jason’s shoulder and sent back,  I know. I know. I know. I killed it. You can’t say I didn’t.

You’re literally so right because again, oh my God. You did NOT need to wipe the floor with the rest of the guests. I mean, Selina was there and you were on her level.

That’s impressive. Selina is stunning. But I’d argue I was just below every Wayne lady.

Well, eventually you’ll be a Wayne lady.

C’mon. It’s been 6 months. 

You say that like the thought hasn’t crossed your mind at least once.

Yeah, but I don’t talk to anyone about it. 

You should start talking about it. Most people think about their weddings.

Okay, anyway. Why are you up so early?

I was studying most of the night with Wally.

Ah, “Studying”. Nice.

I wish! No, we were actually studying. Not like you and Jay at your little Gala. Actually had to study.

I have to study too, but exams are like next week.

Wish I could relate. Mine are today. 

And you didn’t sleep? Dude.

Shh, you’re not my mom.

She laughed and fell asleep cuddling Jason. Her phone was opened, so it died. 

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Jason woke up first. Looking at the time, it was 12:00pm. Y/N was sleeping behind him, still loosely holding him. He smiled. He hoped that the night before had fixed some of the issues between them. Well, he hoped there was no issues.

He didn’t want work to be more stressful than it already was. But, they were having issues. He thought it was because of finals, but he feared there was more to it. Maybe it was the fact that he’s famous. Maybe it was the fact that she couldn’t handle the fame. He hoped it wasn’t anything to do with the fame.

But the comment about the people with daggers at her throat obviously wasn't about anyone else. It was the press. He knew she had issues with the press. He always would. She always would.  He wouldn’t blame her if she walked away from him because of the press. Break up or a break, she was allowed to give up because of the press. He hoped she didn’t. He hoped she never would. He didn’t want to jinx them, but he really, really, hoped that this wouldn’t end in flames.

He looked at her. He remembered the first moment he knew he loved her. They were having dinner at this hole-in-the-wall restaurant that he had seen on patrol one night. She was scarfing down the food, and he wiped away the mess on her face with his thumb. He knew then. He knew in that moment that that was it. She was it. 

He was whipped and he knew it. But every time his siblings or dad brought it up, he mentioned current or past relationships they had. The only people who weren’t whipped in the Wayne household were the women.

Or maybe the all were, they were just good at hiding it. He turned around and cuddled her back He stroked her hair. He ran his fingers through her hair. 

She did it to him a lot. Physical affection was something that he was used to at this point. He still didn’t know how to feel about it, but he had ended up letting Dick hug him more often. He didn’t say it was because of her, because she didn’t outright run up to him expecting hugs, she was okay with hand holding and small touches of affection. It wasn’t because of her that he started letting people in.

But he did think she was a turning point for him. For his affection. His love style. She gave a damn about him and made it clear. It wasn’t like love he was used to, but it also opened his mind to people trying to love him.

She shifted around a bit. She ended up turning her back to Jason so he became the big spoon, and he buried his face in her hair. She groaned and tugged at the blanket on his bed, pulling it onto the two of them. He helped her get it on them. She groaned again.

“You up?” he whispered.

“No... I’m in deep sleep,” she said with a slur to her speech.

“My mistake, really.”

“It is.”

He pulled her closer, “Can you wake up?”

“No.”

“That’s sad. I wanted to talk.”

“You can talk.”

“Okay so,” he said, “I realised something. Some people would say you’re changing me, that I’m becoming someone else because of you,” he paused, “I’d have to disagree. You’re not doing anything.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re just inspiring me to do better. You influence me. You don’t intentionally go in and change me, I change because I love you.”

“That’s nice honey.”

“You could pretend you’re interested in what I have to say, my love.”

“I’m tired, Jay.”

“I danced you to Hell, I guess.”

She groaned, “I guess I can’t go back to bed, now,” she flexed her wrist, “You’ve interrupted my sleep.”

He cuddled in closer to her, “I am not sorry.”

“Of course you’re not, why would you be?” she said while she turned to face him, “You just want to see me.”

“Damn, you got me.”

She yawned, “We need to study eventually.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“I just did.”

“School’s annoying. It’s on every last never but also none of them. It’s stressful but I also met you from it. It’s something I excel at but also causes me pain.”

“I know, babe. I know,” she said as she searched for her phone, finding it, dead and under her leg. “Fuck, killed my phone.”

“Where did you even have that all night?”

“Dress has pockets. But I didn’t bring my charger,” she sighed. “I had texted my mum too.”

“Texted your mom about what?”

“She wants us to go to a family barbeque after exams.”

“That’s so suburban of your family.”

“Yet they live in a massive city. I guess you'll see my family? you like them, don't you?” she asked. 

He had met her family in January of that year. He got along with her mom and dad, in spite of the language barrier between him and her dad. There was difficulty understanding each other, but they got along in their love for rock music. It warmed Y/N’s heart.

Her mom liked him just because he made her happy. They didn’t really need to get along, but they did. They both cooked, and her mom had dragged him into helping her when Y/N was watching figure skating with her dad. Apparently they hit it off.

“I have literally no idea,” he said.

“How do you not know?”

“Your sister has something off about her.”

“You know, that’s fair. I don’t blame you for that one.”

“Yeah, have you noticed she’s very... obsessed with vigilantes?”

“And you thought I was obsessed,” she joked, “Yeah, she takes it a little too far. The whole, “I want to marry a vigilante to infiltrate and kill them” thing was obviously a joke, but I feel like there was some truth to it. That scares me.”

“Thank God I’m not the only one.”

“If you don’t like her, don’t worry about it. i don’t care if you like her.  We’ve had  a difficult relationship all or lives. If you can be civil, it’s a win.”

“Did you have an ex openly hate your sister?”

“Yep. And he’s an ex for a reason.”

“That’s fair. I would hate it if someone openly hated one of my siblings.”

“Unless it’s Dami.”

“Unless it’s Dami, that’s very true.”

“Still don’t know what you have against that kid, he’s very sweet.”

“That’s what he wants you to think.”

“Well, then its working.”

“What a master manipulator,” he laughed. “It’s the principle of the matter, Y/N.”

“It’s the principle of the matter, Y/N,” she mocked.

“Okay listen,” he laughed, “It is. He’s a menace.”

“But you love him.”

“It’s unfortunate. He's my brother, but he is also whatever. I don’t know. He’s amazing, he’s a genius, but who knows. Maybe one day we won’t fight all the time.”

“Imaging hoping you don’t fight with your sibling.”

“Family issues, amirite?”

She groaned and got over him, “Where are you going?” he asked.

“Fuck, I don’t know. Just need to get up, to be fair.”

“Coffee?”

“Eh, probably not.”

“That’s new.”

“You betcha. I don’t feel the affects of caffeine withdrawal yet.” She looked at her dress, it was wrinkled. Which was whatever. She knew it was going to happen. She went searching for all her stuff and put it on his desk. It was spread all out over his room, she didn’t know how it happened.

“How did your shit end up everywhere?” he asked.

“Probably the same way that all your shit ended up everywhere? I have no idea.”

“What, did we fuck?”

“No!” she laughed, “Do you not remember?”

“Days are blurring together, so.”

“Well that’s not... normal?”

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