So this is based off my Cousin (Yes we are black) and when she had her first baby. I remembered this while writing. So Enjoy! PROOF READ BY LOVELY PEOPLE
Now Please don't take this to heart its light hearted and stupid. Also working on other stuff but thought it would be cute.
You'd just arrived at your families home, it had been the first time you had allowed anyone to see your newborn son. As he had been a bit of a sick baby and you wanted time to adjust yourself. You'd been thankful for the space and also for Simon's help for the first few weeks of your child's life.
Arriving the whole family was excited to see your first born. Of course however, You wanted your dad to meet him first.
Truthfully your father was quite a.. Comedian of sorts and him and Simon shared a similar taste in terrible humor which is what made them quite close.
You pull back the little tent on the carrier showing your son. Who was in his pale blue train onsie, a matching hat and gloves.
Your Dad sits there in his chair, Looking at your baby and then back at you-
A weird look goes across your face as you don't know why he isn't saying anything. Before you dad speaks.
"...That is the whitest damn baby I've seen? The Fuck (Y/N)?"
Simon pivots to the side real fucking quick as he starts to try and hold in his laughter as hard as possible but his shoulders were shaking.
"Dad!"
"Not even a drop! You couldn't squeeze a bit of color into this boy? After all I gave you to work with"
He coos as he picks up your son who rubs his gloved hands over his face before settling against your father, You standing there slack jawed.
"H-Hes fine!" You defend now red faced as Your father shakes his head in false disappointment.
"Caucasian- Caucasoid. The darkest thing on him is the got damn train on his shirt. I dont know how the fuck you won Simon but you sure beat my ass in the gene pool"
Simon is essentially crying from silent laughter at this point, you quick to smack his arm as you peel the hat off your son showing the short tufts of curly hair.
"See! Look at his hair- He is just light skinned. Don't be an ass please?" You all but beg- however you knew you were asking too much when your Father gave a sarcastic smile.
"Yes he will darken from white to beige"
Simon wheezes at this point leaning against the closest wall. Your father gently patting your sons back and looking at the thin curls on his head.
"So you made me a Justin Timberlake 2.0 as a grandson?"
You hear your poor husband now breaking out in pure laughter doubled over as you stare at both of them angrily.
why have the black women of tumblr come to the conclusion that ghetto black women donāt deserve love or representation?
like whatās wrong with a character liking rap music, or liking to have her nails, lashes and hair done?
itās like yall donāt realize that youāre being anti-black and elitist asf. like yall complain and complain about how writers on here never āwrite characters like youā and honestly if you feel that way then write it yourself?
ghetto black women never get good representation in media because of people LIKE YOU. like god forbid someone writes characters like the people in their everyday life or like them because they ALSO thought āi donāt get good representation eitherā like what the fuck is wrong with yall.
i love every single ghetto, loud, āstereotypicalā (which makes no fucking sense) black woman that loves to have long nails, to wear wigs and braids, loves have their lashes done and ones built like megan thee stallion and speak aave.
i love every single shy, quiet, nerdy black woman that loves wearing her natural hair no rocking her natural face and the ones skinny, thick, fat, short, tall, and whatever tf else.
like there is some actual representation you SHOULD be fighting for like more PLUS SIZE reader rep that isnāt the stereotypical āi hate my bodyā ass shit , more DARK SKIN reader rep that doesnāt have anything to do with the reader hating her skin tone or going through colorism, and some TALL reader rep but bitch youāre pissy because they made the reader like to wear wigs ā¦like bitch are you DUMB???
bashing black woman writers on here because YOU donāt feel represented is fucking stupid. they take times out of THEIR days to write on this app and they DONāT get paid for this! so for the love for all things that are holy, if i hear another one of yall say some this shit imma beat your ass.
remaking this post bc the poll ended + i am still in desperate need of help.
if you chose one of the answers on this poll, i would really appreciate the share. i am an afro-indigenous, severely disabled/medically complex person with no support system near me. i was homeless from december 2023 to september 2024 and it was an extremely hard time for me, especially since my chronic illness makes me very vulnerable.
i cant get more gov assistance rn for a few different reasons but i still need help paying bills every month. my storage bill is currently late, i owe klarna a bunch this week, rent is due at the end of fhe month, and i'm running low on food stamps.
notes havent really reflected the amount i've raised recently and its mostly only a handful of people who help. the reality is that even a very small contribution can help a ton! so please, PLEASE help me survive. its getting harder all the time but i would like to eventually have more security/stability in my life š
Hi! Was wondering if I could request something angsty w/ Steven? Maybe a plus size!reader scenario where reader has been feeling super insecure lately and has kinda distanced themself from Steven? In their head their kinda like āSteven is way out of my league. He must be with me out of pity or something.ā Reader doesnāt talk to Steven much and poor guy is so confused cause he thinks he did something wrong. Just some angst with a happy ending. Potential smut?š add or change anything you see fit š
How could you love me?
Warning:
fat shaming, angst,fem!reader,fluff,swearing and smut, sub!reader and dom!steven.
She got out of the tube and looked up in the mirror, her body covered in droplets of water. She looked up in the mirror and felt so disgusted. She looked down and grabbed the plush of her stomach, her eyes tearing up. How could he like her when she looked like this? She never really had a problem with her body. She felt comfortable in her skin. I mean, she should, because she was the only one wearing it. She should be the only one casting judgement on it, but the mumbles and whispers of her coworkers made her want to sink to the ground. The words repeated in her head over and over made her remember the smacking of her gum and her sickening red lipstick. āDid you hear Steven has an irlfriend? I didn't think sheād be so.." "fat." Donna finished āDonna!ā The snarky coworker whispered and yelled, āSheās still pretty.ā The coworker finished Donna snorted back, "A pig is still a pig.ā They thought she didnāt hear, but she heard, and she remembered now she was standing in front of her mirror, sobbing. Pig. They see her as a pig. Not only did they call her fat, they thought she was ugly too. How can she look the way she does? And then having Steven claim he loves or even considering her beautiful? It must be out of pity Steven was always too sweet for his own good her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock ādove? Are you okay youāve been in there for an hourā his voice was lace with worry āyeah Iām okayā she said back in a shaky voice she dried off her body and left the bathroom the towel tightly wrapped around her body Stevens eyes trailed down her body she walked into their shared room and changed she wore a oversized sweatshirt and pink shorts she laid down on their bed wrapping her whole body in her blanket ādove whatās wrong?ā Steven asked again āwhy do you love meā she said sitting up āwhat?ā Steven replied back confused āI heard people talking about me Steven and Iām starting to agree with them Iām confused on why you try and act like you love me when you could have any other woman in London,a thinner womanā she replied back with tears bubbling in her eyes stevenās face dropped in realisation āwhy would I want anyone else when I have you? Dove your so beautiful from the moment I first saw you I fell in love with you I donāt care if youāre thin or not either way I think youāre body is gorgeous do you want want me to show you how beautiful you are?ā Stevens words had her speechless so she simply nodded āwords loveā he said sternly āy-yesā she replied nervously āgood girlā he said he could see a slight shiver run down her spine he slightly chuckled in response ācome here sweetheartā Steven said in a gentle voice her feet shuffled towards him he gently grabbed her neck and kissed her softly āso prettyā he muttered āmy pretty girlā he says while gently ceasing her face with his thumb his nose touching hers not backing away his warm breath fanning her mouth he leaned closer to her lips kissing her his tongue finding hers their wet pink muscles slowly began to massage each other in a passionate kiss he rhymethicly moved his face with hers she whimpered in the kiss and Steven groaned back.
He slowly started to pull up her shirt, pausing for a minute to look at her chest. Then, with the small stretch marks painted along them, he completely took it off the piece of fabric, moving it from over her head. Once he had it completely off of her, his hand moved slowly to her soft mounds. Her breath hitched at the feeling of his callused hands and his cold fingers moving along her soft skin. The tips of his fingers found her nipples; they were already pebbled. He began to press and pull on them, making her gasp into his mouth. His mouth left hers as he travelled down her jaw, then down her neck, sucking, hickies sucking, and nipping at her skin, then licking it to soothe the love bite. He moved his mouth all the way down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, eagerly licking and sucking it slowly, looking up at her through his long lashes, watching her whimper and groan, his fingers playing with the other one. She gasped loudly, her head tilted back, and her thighs began to rub together to reveal the ache between her legs. His teeth lightly grazed her nipple. He watched her shiver and her eyes shoot open as her hands went into his hair, tugging slightly. He moaned at the feeling of the vibration of his moan sending more pleasure and a slight buzz in her spine.
Stevenās eyes travelled to her lower half. Her pussy was soaked, and her plush thighs had a wet sheen on them. āSee dove? You look beautiful, I bearly even touched you, and your dripping to your thighs,ā he gently pushed her onto the bed so that she was on her back, and he was hovering over her. He placed a gentle peck on his lips, a trail of kisses to her jaw, to her neck, then to her stomach. He stopped his kisses right under her belly button. "I want you to call yourself pretty. Can you do that for me?ā He says in a breathy voice, "Steven, I-ā She was about to speak, but Steven interrupted her. āIf you don't, I canāt continue, baby, so can you do it for me?ā Steven says, forcing her legs open, his head resting on her thigh. "I'm pretty," she said shyly. "Such a good girl, always so obedient," he says, smiling at her proudly. She looks away from him nervously. "Look at me," he commands. She moves her head and looks at him immediately. "Good girl," he coos. He slowly puts her legs over his shoulders. "Steven, stop, too heavy,ā she whined. "I donāt care, come here,ā he says while pulling her in closer, lowering his mouth. He licked from her clit to her entrance. He pulled away a string of slick attached to his mouth. āFuck love, is this from kissing or me praising you?ā He knew the answer was both. He gently licked at her pussy lips, then spread them apart with his fingers. He sucked on her clit. Her body squirmed, and her hands were gripping the sheets as he gently pushed his tongue into her hole. As he did that, he brought his thumb to her clit and started circling it. With her hips bucked into his mouth, he placed his arm over her hips and held her in place while he ate her cunt.
He pulled away, slowly pushing his fingers into her. She soaked them. He moved his mouth to her clit and began to suck on it. She moaned, and she could feel it vibrate throughout her whole body. He licked his thumb and moved it, placing it at her tight, perked-up hole. He started pushing in and out of both holes and licking and sucking on her clitoral area.her back arched and she screamed and her body spasmed as she came her blurry vision going white Steven could feel her cumming her cunt convulsing around his fingers leaking a sticky essence around it he pulled his fingers out licking them clean then turning back to her cunt licking the mess that remained as he slowly pulled away she was still squirming and twitching when he sat up and pulled his shirt off and started unbuckling his pants her eyes were wide as she watched him strip naked and then move back up the bed hovering over her āIām gonna fuck you till you see what I seeā.
Summary: Frankie comes back from his trip to Columbia with a brokenness to him, a little bit of light drained out of his eyes and a haunted look on his face. He refuses to say a word about the trip. You want to piece him back together again, for him, for your son, for your marriage, but it proves to be a tougher job than you expect. This is the story of how you try to find your way back to each other.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no use of y/n)
Rating: E/18+ only (no minors)
Warnings: cis F!reader. characters have a child. established relationship (marriage); sexual content, mention/s of drug use, mention of death, PTSD, plenty of fluff also. (Iāll add more as we go and I will list various warnings in each chapter.)
A/N: These are the first fics I have posted in many years and first in this fandom so if I have missed any tags/warnings etc. please (kindly) let me know! Chapters are unbetaād. This fic was largely inspired by having the song āI Miss You, I Promiseā by Gracie Abrams on endless repeat.
Series Summery: Nick wasnāt looking for love and you werenāt looking for a job. A phone call and one day together seemed to change both of your lives. for better or for worse ? Thatās up to you.Ā
Nick Amaro x Fem!ReaderĀ
Series Warnings:Ā each chapter has in-depth warnings.
Authorās Note: hi myĀ darlings,Ā Iāve beenĀ watching svu and this is stuck in my head so here you go. Iām not sureĀ how long this is gonna run or howĀ Iām gonna beĀ updating it so bare with me :)Ā
warnings: lots of angst, fluff, happy ending, kissing
summary: after months of dating, the reader and aaronās relationship poses a problem for jack at school. reader decides to do right by him, even if it means breaking his dadās heart.
an: this is part two of the best birthday which was written for aaron hotchner appreciation week. this part two was requested by the funniest @choppa-style. i hope it lives up to your expectations! reader and hotch have been dating since november and itās now april. gif is from @hqtchner.
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Youāre doing your best to draw a landscape with a rainbow on your white board during the planning period when your phone rings. Fishing it out of your back pocket, a smile spreads across your face as you read Aaronās name.
āHi, baby.ā The term of endearment has Aaronās smile just as wide as yours.
āHi sweetheart, how are you?ā
āIām alright. Wiped. A kindergarten teacher was out today and I got stuck with half her class.ā You go back to drawing, cradling the phone between your cheek and shoulder.
āAdorable but definitely a handful.ā He muses.
ā8 adorable handfuls to be exact.ā
āIām sorry, I wish I was home, we could take a hot shower and just relax.ā
āItās okay, weāll make up for it this weekend. Speaking of, youāll be home for my birthday right?ā
āCome hell or high water.ā
āPerfect. Howās Idaho treating you?ā
āThe townspeople are actually very kind, but there are no recognizable brands here at all. All mom and pop, not even a McDonaldās.ā
āWhat will you do without your indulgent large fry?ā
āYou got me hooked on those, donāt tease.ā
You open your mouth to respond with a witty remark when your door flies open, a panicked James standing in its place.
āIāve gotta go, call me when you make it back to the hotel. And be safe, please.ā
āSure, I hope everythingās okay.ā
āDonāt worry about me, talk later.ā
āWhatās wrong?ā You usher her in, taking a seat on one of the desks.
She picks at her nails as she walks up to you, crossing her arms as she speaks. āWas that Jackās dad?ā
āOh my god, call him Aaron already.ā You laugh, reaching up to rock her shoulder playfully.
āI think itās best if I donāt. Some of the kids are teasing Jack.ā
You frown, standing to your feet and crossing your own arms against your chest. āWhat? Why?ā
āBecause youāre dating his dad.ā Her words knock the wind out of you.
āWhat?ā You say breathlessly.
āYou canāt tell me you didnāt think that this could be a possibility.ā
āI donāt understand why kids would tease him for it, his dad and I are grown ups. And I love Jack. And Iām pretty sure I love Aaron too.ā
āI know you do, but something has to be done. Heās really upset about this.ā
āCan I see him? Is he in your room right now?ā
āHe is, with the aide, trying to calm down. I donāt know if heāll want to see you.ā
You beat down the negative feelings her words bring up in you, though you canāt help but feel a little offended that she would say that. You and Jack are two peas in a pod. You canāt imagine that he wouldnāt want to see you. āOf course he will, I know everything to do to make him feel better.ā
The two of you walk back to her room, and she goes in first. You watch through the small window in the door as she talks to the young boy. He glares at her, crosses his arms and shakes his head angrily. It makes your heart sink. What were you supposed to do? Leave his dad?
James is really sweet about Jack not wanting to see you, giving you a tight hug and some words of encouragement before she slinks back into the classroom to comfort Jack some more.
You schedule a meeting with the principal, unsure of how to navigate this issue. It isnāt until Thursday and today is Monday; you hate the idea of waiting, it makes you more anxious. You decide to wait on telling Aaron, wanting to talk out a solution first. Every phone call with him is brief, you have a host of excuses which arenāt lies; you really do need to start your lesson plans for next week. You also just need some time to wallow and cry. Jack is avoiding you at all costs, but he must not be telling his dad because Aaron never asks about it.
Your meeting with Principal Higgins goes well for the most part. Itās near the end that the two of you stop talking in hypotheticals and are more clear cut.
The scruffy man leans in, his eyes kind. āThe only protocol against fraternizing is between home room teachers and their studentās parents. So I canāt tell you not to see him, but I just want you to think about what this could mean for Jack.ā
āWeāve talked to the students, well I havenāt because that seems like a conflict of interest. But, theyāre being disciplined.ā You say softly, hoping that itāll make you feel better. It doesnāt, and neither does what comes out of his mouth next.
āWe both know that kids only listen so much. When theyāre out on that playground thereās little we can do to control them.ā
You run both of your hands over your face as you lean back in the chair with a resigned sigh. āI know. I know.ā
āYou seem really happy, Iām sorry that this is happening.ā
āThanks, Principal Higgins.ā You stand to leave, shaking his hand.
He waves you off, snorts a little. āMike. Weāre talking about your love life for godās sake.ā
āThank you, Mike.ā
āAnytime. Let me know if thereās anything I can do to support you regardless of your decision.ā
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Aaron gets in on Friday, two days before the two of you are supposed to go out for your birthday. You figure itās better to do this now then to wait until tomorrow. You shoot him a text asking if you can stop by, and he agrees easily, telling you that Jack is at a sleepover for the night which surprises you given everything. Jack was really handling this all on his own. It makes you sad because you know he doesnāt want to mess anything up for you and Hotch, even at his young age. But you know that heās probably craving for the help of his dad, even if he doesnāt know exactly what he needs.
āHi, baby.ā Aaron leans in to give you a kiss but you place a hand on his chest, keeping him at a distance. His face falls and your heart squeezes. āWhatās wrong?ā
āWe should talk.ā You step into his apartment, staying in the foyer.
He doesnāt say anything for a moment, allowing his eyes to sweep over your body language. He doesnāt like what heās seeing; you wonāt look at him, your shifting from foot to foot and your arms are crossed. āEveryone hates those words.ā
āI hate them too, I hate this. I donāt want to do it.ā Youāre honest with him, hoping that itāll make him understand.
āSweetheart, youāre worrying me.ā He takes a step towards you, attempting to grab your hands but you take a step back.
āYou canāt call me baby and sweetheart anymore, that has to stop. We have to stop.ā
āWhat?ā
āWe canāt see each other anymore Aaron, itās not fair to Jack.ā
He looks at you in confusion. āFair to Jack?ā
āThe kids at school, theyāre teasing him because you and I are seeing each other.ā
āI would say weāre more than just seeing each other. I was going to ask you this weekend at your birthday dinner to make it official.ā
āOf course, you were because youāre perfect. Youāre perfect Aaron and this has nothing to do with you. I just want whatās best for Jack.ā
āCanāt you discipline them?ā
āKids only listen so much.ā
āSo youāre just leaving?ā He asks in disbelief.
You canāt maintain eye contact with him, looking down at your hands that are knotting together. āI think that before this gets serious,ā
āBefore it gets serious?ā He runs his hands through his hair, a humorless chuckle leaving his lips. āAre you kidding me? I love you.ā
āListen,ā You try to stay on track and not be distracted by the declaration heās just made but he cuts you off.
āStop, unless youāre taking everything back you have to stop. This isnāt right. We both know it.ā
āThings with Jack wonāt change at school, Iāll treat him all the same.ā
āYouāre serious?ā
āAaron, why are you making this so hard?ā You look down at his hand which is wrapped around your arm, holding you in place.
āBecause I love you.ā
āThat doesnāt change anything.ā Slowly you take your arm out of his grip and start to walk away.
āWait,ā He calls after you and you turn around to face him without a thought, āDo you at least love me too?ā
You close the gap between you, wanting to feel the warmth of him one last time. You caress his cheek, and he leans into the touch, closing his eyes. He looks so soft, so vulnerable and you canāt help but lean in and place a gentle kiss on his lips. You hope that it can answer his question; it would break you to have to say those words to him before walking away. Though, not saying them may break you just as much.
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Saturday sucked, and you wake up on Sunday morning, your birthday, dreading in a way you never have. Not even a week ago you were expecting to spend this day with the man you love and now the two of you arenāt even together. Itās bittersweet and you spend the majority of the day in bed. Your parents call you, so does James and even Jessica. She doesnāt mention the break up and neither do you. Itās nice to hear her voice, and to hear Aaron and Jackās in the background of the call.
Your day passes slowly. You make yourself your favorite lunch and open the box of cupcakes that James gave you at work on Friday. Trashy reality tv, your fluffy blanket, and wine are your best friends. When it hits 4 p.m. you turn the tv off and decide to take a bath. Itās hard to sit with your thoughts and the pit of dread in your stomach as you realize youāll have to do this every day. Facing life without Aaron seems impossible even though you were just together for 6 months.
Youāre back in bed wrapped in your favorite matching pjs, checking your phone for the millionth time. You feel a little silly when youāre disappointed that he doesnāt call. You decide youāll go to bed early, itās only 8:30 when you have a snack before doing your night routine. Youāre walking to your kitchen to fill up your water bottle when thereās a knock at your door. When you look through the peephole you gasp before throwing open the door.
āAaron?ā
Heās in a lightweight olive green sweater and jeans, his hands in his pockets. āHi.ā
āYouāre here.ā
āI almost didnāt come.ā He murmurs running a hand over the back of his neck, his expression guarded.
You open the door all the way and let him into your apartment. Itās so eerie, how the two of you stand in the foyer to have this conversation like you did in his just two days ago. āWhy did you?ā
āYou know why.ā
āNothingās changed.ā
āJack and I had a talk. Heās not upset with you and he doesnāt want to lose you. I for one donāt want to lose you either.ā
āJack didnāt even want to see me the other day. Heās been avoiding me since I found out.ā You say matter of factly.
His eyes flick back and forth for a moment as he formulates his next sentence, his head tilting. āThatās because he wasnāt sure how to navigate the issue. He wasnāt going to bring it up to me because he didnāt want to hurt my feelings. We talked after you left the other day.ā
āThe sweet boy was just planning on suffering.ā You facepalm, shaking your head at him.
Aaronās hand comes to remove yours from your face and his eyebrows rise as he responds. āI know that you want to do right by him and I want to as well. But him having you in his life as a sort ofā¦parent is whatās right by him. I havenāt seen him this happy in years. I havenāt seen me this happy in years.ā
āAre you sure?ā There are tears starting to develop in your eyes but you push them away. You really did think of Jack as your own, and the fact that Aaron sees that makes your heart swell.
ā100%. We can talk with James, and his classmates and your principal. Whoever we need to to get this cleared up. Breaking this up is not the answer.ā
āYouāre sure? Heās sure?ā You ask again, wanting to be on the same page.
āYou can ask him yourself.ā His mouth quirks up into a knowing smile.
āWhat?ā
āHeās in the car with Jessica. He wants to see you.ā
āHe does?ā
āOf course he does. He loves you.ā
You reach for him, fisting your fingers in his shirt to pull him closer. āI love him and I love you.ā
āI know, I love you too. Do you want to go down and get him? We made you a cake. We could eat it and watch a movie?ā
āI would love to but kiss me first, please.ā
His hands cup your face, pulling you in slowly with lots of eye contact before his lips are pressed to yours. His kisses could solve any of your problems, any anxieties about handling the situation or any other for that matter melt away as you kiss him earnestly. His arms fall from your face, wrapping around your frame as yours make their way into his hair. You pour all your apology into the kiss, along with all of your love, hoping that he can feel just how much you care about him.
āReady to go get our boy?ā He asks, his lips brushing yours with every word.
ā” note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / finally some duke thomas love! i hated how upset he was in B:WFA so i had to fix that LMAOO but honestly, it's mind boggling how i haven't written for Duke yet considering his one of my favorite batboys.
mending the heart of a Duke Thomas was a harder job than you had thought it was. you had never seen him so upset before. you had known the story of his parents but you weren't there to see him; however, seeing how sad he was over his relationship with Ana hurt you.
you knew Duke was great. he was every thing any girl could have wanted in a boyfriend and it really left you wondering how the hell Ana didn't see that.
the final bell rang as all the kids practically darted to their cars. you walked up to Duke, seeing him sitting on the steps of Gotham Academy. you sighed, still seeing how upset he was about it. you had tried everything in your power to try and get him to cheer up. from buying him food to bringing him coffee first thing in the morning, nothing seemed to work.
"Duke, no way are you sitting here, loathing still," you proclaimed, sitting down next to him. you saw his tie loose and his shirt unbuttoned, "really Thomas, you really need to get out of this mood you're in. you're no fun when you're sad," you said, pushing him jokingly. he laughed, pushing him back.
"you've never been friendzoned, have you?" he asked. you shook your head, "how would you know? but to answer your question, yes I have," you replied, "got friendzoned both freshman and sophomore year....by the same guy."
Duke whipped his head around, "really?" he exclaimed. you nodded your head, "yup. not the best feeling, I know but what do you get out of sitting here and just being sad? I understand that you really liked Ana but being sad over all of this is just gonna worsen your mood every day. listen, how about we somewhere? it's Friday, we don't have plans and we're both stupid teenagers."
Duke laughed, taking the hand you put out for him and got up, "fuck it. let's go!" he exclaimed, quickly texting Bruce that Alfred didn't need to get him and that he would be out for the evening.
the two of you hopped into your car, "so where are we going?" you shrugged your shoulders, "honestly, I really don't know. all I know is that food is going to be involved and so is dessert," you replied, buckling yourself in and practically zooming out of the parking lot, leaving Duke wondering how the hell you got a license.
the two of you made an abrupt stop at Burger King and ordered an insane amount of food. onion rings, burgers, fries, chicken fries, you name it and the both of you probably ordered it. you laid the food out on the hood of your car as you and Duke stood on the side of it, just devouring it like you hadn't eaten in days.
"dessert is on me," Duke murmured through his food as you laughed at the way his face rounded out with the amount of food the two of you were consuming. you tossed him a fry as you dipped your onion rings in his ketchup, "see, eating crappy food and forgetting your problems is a lot easier than just sitting there and thinking about it."
Duke agreed, feeding you a piece of his burger, making you go warm in the face. you turned up the music from your car, silently thanking yourself that the two of you parked far enough away from the other cars that you wouldn't have disturbed anyone else with how loud it was. you could see how happy Duke was at the moment and hoped that it could stay that way.
"what did you get on the calc exam? I heard only a few passed it and I can say with confidence that I happened to be one of the few who barely passed," you asked, leaning against your car. Dukes shuffled through his bag, taking out the exam, "I hope he plans on curving the grade because I didn't do as hot as I thought I did."
you looked over the exam, seeing the mistakes relatively quick, "yeah, I don't know if he will. isn't one of your brothers like a genius though? why don't you ask him for help?" you asked. Duke shook his head no, "and let Damian find out? he'd never let me live it down and that's a fact."
you started laughing, remembering the few encounters you had with the eight year old. you had met Damian a few times, passing him a few times in the hall with Duke and from what you could tell, Damian did not really know the word chill. he was always threatening Duke and if wasn't Duke, it was some poor second grader. you wondered if he was just that way at school or just in general.
"oh god, this song is horrendous," you heard Duke mumble, hearing what song was playing. you couldn't help but start laughing as you knew exactly why he hated the song. "aw, don't you miss hearing it every time Gotham started playing it in the morning," you joked, turning it up.
Duke covered his ears, trying to drown out 'Fireball' by Pitbull. you pulled his hand away from his ear and started to dance, not really caring if anyone saw. Duke tried to cover his face but you refused to let him go. he saw the way you were dancing in place and couldn't help but start moving in place, "aw! come on Duke, it's Mr.Worldwide!" you exclaimed.
as the beat of the song dropped, he allowed you to make him dance even more and before you knew it, the two of you were dancing in the middle of the parking lot. you could see Duke laughing hard as he saw how horribly you were dancing.
"baby, I'm a Fireball!"
the two of you screamed before realizing that one of the workers was coming out of the door to check what was going on. you gave Duke one quick swift look before jumping inside of your car and pulling out of the parking lot. thankfully, you and Duke had thrown out the food in the trash so your hood didn't get too messy. the song was still blaring as you and Duke continued to sing.
"so where are we getting dessert?" you asked Duke. he pulled the direction onto your phone as you headed west. the west side of Gotham tended to be more of the expensive of Gotham so your eyebrows fluttered in confusion, "where is this dessert place?" you asked, trying to point it out.
he pointed to a very expensive looking building, "Bruce and I come here all the time with Damian. it's some of the best gelato you can buy in Gotham," your eyes widened, seeing all the fancy and uppity people inside of the ice cream place.
you and Duke walked in, the owner waving at him excitedly as he walked over to the two of you, "hey Duke, who's your friend?" he asked. Duke chuckled, "her name is ( your name ). she's a close friend of mine," he explained, the owner nodded in understanding as he gave Duke a discreet wink.
"so what will the two of you take?" he asked. you looked over the options, seeing all the mouth watering flavors, "uh, can I have mango?" you asked. the owner nodded, quickly scooping it into the cup and handing it to you as Duke ordered strawberry.
the two of you went back into your car as Duke said that Bruce had wanted him back home before it got any later and you were both out in the late Gotham night. you had dropped Duke off a few times at his house but the shock of dropping him off at Wayne Manor never ceased to go away.
"how does one just live at Wayne Manor like is it as huge as everyone thinks it is?" you asked Duke as you pulled into the driveway, making sure you didn't get near the gates. he laughed, "kind of. it's hard to know your way around sometimes but it's not as confusing as people think it is," he explained.
you nodded, unlocking the door, "is she still on your mind?" you asked Duke, insinuating Ana. you saw Duke falter for a moment before shaking his head no, "honestly, no. I had fun today," he confessed. you smiled, giving him a high five, "see! with me, it's never a dull day!" you exclaimed.
Duke got off the car as you waved him off, "next Friday? my place? I can show you around the manor and repay you for the food?" Duke asked. your eyes widened, "really? I get see Wayne manor? should I dress up nicely or?" you asked excitedly. Duke chuckled, seeing the slight nervousness in your eyes.
"no way. why get dressed up for movies and food? Bruce has a sick movie collection that I haven't even made a dent on and I figured we could finally kill some of those," he explained. you nodded even more excitedly, "sounds good to me-," before you could say much else, you heard a voice through the voice box next to your car.
"Master Thomas, I suggest you make your way inside or have your friend park her car in the proper place before she ruins my flowers," your eyes widened in fear, hearing Duke's butler through the voice box. Duke groaned in annoyance, "awesome! see ya Monday Duke!" you said frantically as you quickly waved him off and practically Fast and Furious'd your way out of his driveway.
Duke made his way inside, seeing Dick and Damian standing at the front of the door, laughing their ass off as they were half dressed in their suits, "nice going there, Duke! you finally got the Alfred speech," Dick joked as he handed him his suit, "does that mean that you're finally over Ana?" Damian asked.
Duke remained silent for a moment, not knowing what to say, "I don't know if I'm exactly over Ana but what I do know is that I don't want to stop the hang outs ( your name ) and I are having," he explained truthfully. Dick wrapped his arm around his shoulder, "that my friend is called going out on dates. I know because I've been on plenty of them," he joked.
Bruce laughed as Duke groaned again, not wanting to hear Dick's dating life, knowing full well that he'd be here for hours if he did. what Duke did know was that if you and him were going out on dates, he did not want to stop anytime in the future.
Requested: I would love to see a one shot between twilight again (because Iām back on rereading them). I would like to see one between the Cullen clan and the reader where she is actually a blood bag for aro and them and when Edward goes to Italy to sacrifice himself they see her and realize she has the power to change reality despite being human and try to save her.
Warnings: fluff and angst
Pairing: Jasper Hale x black!reader
Word Count: 3.5k
You supposed that it couldāve been worse. Not much worse but considering the other option was dead, it couldāve been worse. Instead, you were a living blood bag. It started when your parents got suckered into some tour for the whole family and were given very cheap, nearly free, tickets to explore Volterra, Italy with a guide. The family was already going to Italy because that was where your grandparents had retired to before they passed away. The tour was meant to cheer everyone up after the tiny funeral. Instead, it resulted in the funerals of everyone else.Ā
You first entered Volterra when you were seven. Many years later and you never left. You hated being the baby of your family but it saved your life that day you went on the palace tour. Marcus had decided that it was wrong to kill you, to kill something so young. Aro placed a hand on your shoulder to guide you further inside the palace when he stopped.
āWhat is it?ā Caius asked.Ā
Aro laughed maniacally. āShe has a gift.ā
āSheās human.āĀ
āShe is but Iām not looking at our palace, Iām in the middle of a farm.āĀ
The Volturi realized that scaring you so young had awakened a power that would have probably only been discovered if you were turned into a vampire. Whenever you were upset, your parents always said to think of your happy place. That was easy. It had always been your grandparentsā farm in Italy. The entire time that the Volturi was feasting on unsuspecting tourists, you were thinking of your happy place until it felt real and you werenāt scared. Now, it was real to Aro until he pulled his hand away.Ā
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