A Hunt For A Space Craft. Frat!adam Banks X Reader

a hunt for a space craft. frat!adam banks x reader

summary 🛒: in which the ducks go on a hunt for an alien after the news reveals a crash sight of an unidentified object

warning/s 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨: swearing, underage drinking and smoking,

slater’s note 🔪: idk what this is but i wanted to switch it up and i’ve been watching x-files recently so... 😁

prompt came from here

“guys, check this out!” you could hear fulton reed’s voice echo throughout the warm, grungy frat house like an empty tile hall. his voice was rather excited sounding yet stroked like he had his face scrunched, preventing himself from using his full range of sound, “guys!”

you groaned, lifting your head lightly from adam banks’ chest as he continued to yell for everyone’s dispersed attention throughout the house. you tried to move further away from the comforts of the warm bed despite adam’s tight and pulling grip around your waist and arm holding you down to the sheets.

you almost fell victim back to his warmth of affection but the continuous loud and restless callings of fulton made you fall from the sleepy endearment of the pretty blonde boy who was simultaneously between dream and consciousness. his eyes were barely open, flickering, really, as he tried to find your face once you sat up, your back slouched as you looked at him.

your fingers lightly sweep his thick strands of hair out and away from his closed eyelids. you blinked a couple of time before looking away from the admiration you held for him, then.. lightly pressing your lips against his forehead deciding it was best he continued to sleep, biding him sweet dreams.

your feet pattered against the cold hardwood stained floor of adam’s room before softening onto an old rugged and ripped carpet that had to have been installed years before any of you had reached high school. the short way of saying it was; the house was well aged and filled with all kinds of old kinks and qualities, such as the broken staircase that lead up to all of your rooms with groans of old wood and was just barely holding together. and the stained furniture with holes that matched the carpet that also came with the house. the broken mirror in the basement bathroom, the dented garage door, the old rugs filled with dust but probably also costed fortunes.

there were many interesting things to say the least about the old house you lived in that was deemed frat the moment luis shotgunned a beer, spilling half the low tier alcohol on the living room carpet with a slurp, adding to the many messes of the home.

you hurried down the creaking steps, his calls getting more louder and impatient as you got closer to the living room where julie and charlie already stood, waiting for the rest of your group to answer his calls.

“what is it, fulton?”

“you’re never gonna believe it,” he practically exclaimed as more and more of your team filed in behind you, just as curious and slightly annoyed as you. he motioned for all of you to fill in around the entertainment area and in front of the tv, the news channel paused with a reporter in front of a very dark scenery.

“i swear, fulton, i have a final to study for-“

“just come watch.”

you filed and settled around him and the brown recliner he sat in with a bucket of popcorn in his lap before he pressed play on the tv remote causing an ultimate focus to settle in around all over you, something you only ever saw at the pregame warm up of the hockey games you all played.

“today we bring you close to a recent crash site. of what? we don’t know,” a female news reporter dressed in layers of raincoats and thick rain wear held a microphone tightly as she squinted up to the camera, trying her best to shield her eyes from the rain the poured in around her, “we bring you up close and personal to what locals would call a space craft.”

connie craned her head left and away from the television screen as if asking if this was the reason she was being pulled away from her studies, but fulton ignored her, as did the rest as their eyes were trained on the screen, now in full investment of the scene unfolding.

“as you can see the harsh conditions of rain and lightning that unfolds before me have made it difficult for authorities to reach this crash sight as well as identify this strange metallic machine,” she was shivering, the cold rain beginning to dip and soak through her clothes, “now we ask those watching this program, what do you make of this?”

fulton paused the program right before it went to break, his eyes searching each and everyone of his friends, searching for a specific reaction that he was ready to eat up, but he hadn’t seemed to recognize anything that he was looking for.

“how long ago was this?” charlie’s tone seemed slightly exhausted with his arms crossed as he looked at fulton who stayed put in his lazy-boy.

“half an hour.”

“where is it?”

“i don’t know.”

“you don’t know?”

“she didn’t give a specific location but it’s local news, it has to be close.”

“yeah, but it could be anywhere in state, fulton,” julie out stretched her arm, trying to reason opposite, “how can it be local when authorities can’t even reach the crash sight?”

“i have an idea of where it might be,” he extended out his pointer finger before he grabbed back onto the remote, rewinding the program. you scratched the back of your neck, sighing, thinking about how warm you were in adam’s heavy arms, before turning your attention back to the tv.

he lets it play, before pausing seconds later when a flash of lightening goes off in the background, illuminating trees upon trees and... a water tower.

“that’s west rivers water tower,” fulton gets close to the tv screen, running his pointer finger along the just barely lightened water tower, “that’s just about ten to twenty minutes out of town.”

“yeah, but how’re we gonna get there, not even the cops can, so how would we?”

“that’s because the cops don’t have ronda,” fulton stood up from his knees, you could see the rush of excitement beginning to surge throughout his body as he begun to make his way to the kitchen with all of you following from behind, “we do.”

°•

ronda was an old ‘88 red suburban with four wheel drive and a broken cooling system passed down to fulton from his father. the only reason the boy was allowed to keep it was due to the fact that it was the only car the ducks owned that could fit practically the whole team.

it had supposedly got fulton’s father through a lot of shit and therefore deemed a family heirloom despite it having no real value and it would take a lot more money to restore it to its full glory rather than what it’d be worth right off the bat.

and even as the cooling system hadn’t worked in years, the heating system was still chugging along despite there really being no use for it since the body heat of eight mighty ducks practically made up for it.

you squinted down at the map fulton had handed you, deeming you the right hand man as you were the one sitting in the passenger seat with your hair tied up in the low ponytail, stoned slightly, and strands falling in front of your eyes as you continued to study the map even as there was basically no lights illuminating the large paper but the far spread street lamps.

“anyone got any booze?” luis leaned further back in the middle row, his eyes low and hazy for he was about close to sleep with the strangely low soothing jazz music playing putting him close to dreamland.

“yeah, here,” julie handed him a beer from the way back, her fingers gripping the neck of the glass bottle loosely through her gloves. she as well was close to sleep, but goldberg’s nervous talk and dean’s slight complaints kept her from dozing off.

luis burped after five sips, the nasty smell of bud light wavering into connie’s nostrils causing her to wince, nose scrunching up, “can you not?”

“loosen up, connie, it’s friday,” luis ignored her, keeping his relaxed position as he continued to drink from the bottle.

she ignored him.

and then you thought about adam and how he was all snug in bed completely unaware of half his team being on the hunt for a supposed alien at a crash sight with his girlfriend.

as much as you would’ve like for him to come, you knew the boy would have probably denied the foolish play, wanting to soak up some more sleep time before the next day where he’d be spending the day with his father, something he wasn’t exactly sure on how to feel about.

“how far do we got?” charlie leaned forward from the middle row, his hands resting in the back of both your and fulton’s seat, peaking his head to examine the front windshield that was practically blurred with clashing rain.

“couple more minutes,” fulton mumbled, staring carefully at the road, his posture straight with both hands on the wheel, careful not to crash or slide on the slick road that laid beneath all of your asses, “we hit off-road and then we’ll start hiking.”

“hiking?” connie butted into the conversation, squeezing her head next to charlie’s, “fulton, i thought we were driving to the sight, not walking.”

fulton glanced back for a couple quick seconds as if caught off guard before focusing back on the road, “we can’t risk getting old ronda stuck in the mud.”

“i did not wear the right shoes for this,” she mumbled, leaning back into her seat where luis was snickering with his bottle held high, looking at her with amusement. she snatched the bottle from him before taking her own sip of daze, upset but.. content.

you began to get wiggly in your seat, the heat getting to you as it begun to suck at your skin for sweat. you scratched the back of your neck before focusing on the road ahead, praying that the end of the road would come sooner rather than later.

°•

mud clung to your boot faster than you thought it would, practically pulling your foot from the safety of the inside of your warm shoe. you cringed every time your foot hit squishy ground, which was every step from the now leaving west river sign.

“muds about to consume my whole goddamn shoe, fulton,” dean swore, practically shaking his fist in the air of despair as he slowly trailed behind you and the boy who’s idea it was to go on a hunt in the middle of the night. you could tell dean’s patience ran short the moment he got out of the car and the rain storm ate him whole, from then on, all that came from him were curses and grumbles.

“where are we?”

“outside of west river.”

“no shit luis. did the sign tell you that?”

“hey, shut the fuck up before i shove you in the mud.”

you pressed your lips into a thin line tightly as their arguing and thunder was the only thing consuming your hearing, making it hard to hear your own thoughts and internal screams with how progressively annoying they were all getting.

“hey,” you called out to charlie and fulton lightly, making it hard for them to hear you just barely, “do you think other people are out here?”

that’s the only thought that had filled your head—when you could hear yourself—for the past five minutes as your flashlight traced the ground like a crayon. the thought made you almost nervous, especially when speaking it aloud, your body feeling even more cold as thoughts of other people, people older than freshman college students also looking for an... alien or spacecraft.

there was silence for awhile before charlie called back, “no one in their right mind would be out here right now.”

“you’d be surprise,” you could hear dean mumble back, not really helping the bad gut feeling slowly consuming your stomach with uneasiness, “there’s a lot of sickos here in minnesota.”

his statement seamed to have echoed throughout the air, blowing through the windy wet air, full of enough noise, but his words seemed to have only added into more of it.

you suddenly felt even more alone than before. with everyone else dispersed around you, the cold also consuming them and sending waves of chills up their back. visions filling with blue and white and black of headaches and lightening.

you all prayed for a sense of comfort, a grasp of reality and light, but no matter how hard any of you widened your eyes for better sight, it only consumed with bigger and wider blackness. alone. you all felt alone.

“for fucks sake,” connie groaned lowly after the long, yet very loud silence settled in all of your ears. you could hear a slight twinge of worry in the back of her throat as everything was starting to get to her as it was to you. “the only thing we have to worry about is the little green creatures running around in this forrest.”

you almost laughed at connie’s disbelief, her mind never allowing itself to run around freely with its imagination, always cutting any of your gangs adventures short of fun. but you felt your stomach cut in mid gutty laugh when a strike of light flashed through the night sky, and not lightening. the light was wide and seemed to have flown over all of your head before falling further into the rest of the unknown forest. it looked like a strobe of light coming from a flashlight.

you felt your heart stop as well as your movement, your own flashlight staying trained on the mud while your eyes looked into the dark, dark woods, searching for the light once again, shocked.

“what the fuck was that?”

it seemed everyone had seen the exact same thing as you had and chaos had begun to erupt.

“alien!”

“no dumb fuck! people! people!”

yelling and cries of energy were resonating everywhere throughout your friend group, their eyes wild and filled with shock and terror. they couldn’t pull their shit together for the life of them and neither you nor charlie’s silencing shushes could make them calm down.

“we’re gonna die!”

“shut up goldberg!”

everyone was drawing closer and closer to each other as if one another’s presence would help their stress tainted brains fall back down into relaxation, but it didn’t work. the closer each one of you got, the more amped up each of your souls became and the air seemed to tighten.

“sh! i can hear someone!”

no one ‘sh’ed from charlie’s command, his ears filling with the sounds of footsteps and breakage of sticks and crumples of leaves.

“ah crazy minnesotans!”

“not minnesotans,” julie’s voice fell from panic, slapping goldberg before shinning her flashlight on the person before them, “adam banks!”

a shared exhaled seemed to have echoed through your friend group they let the shock overcome them, not exactly understanding why and how banks was standing before them.

“adam?” you all said collectively, your brows narrowing as his face swelled in amusement, his lips turning into a pretty smile.

“what’re you doing here, cake eater?”

“asleep.”

“how’d you find us?”

“you left a note,” he nodded toward charlie, holding his flashlight high and illuminating all of your faces, “and the tv was paused on channel five with the old water tower in the background.”

you all stared at him in utter silence of shock, still processing how fast he had found you all.

“did none of you think this was a bad idea?” adam hummed after awhile, no one speaking, the rain filling the silence and space, him still being a couple feet away.

“oh no, we all did. we just decided to do it anyways,” goldberg chimed in, his head nodding side to side, thinking back to moments before all of you got into ronda, still deciding whether it was a good idea to haul ass through the storm for an alien.

you’d admit, it hadn’t seem like a smart idea until luis offered you a blunt, a smirk on his face saying it was a great idea. it was then everyone fell into line and into the car.

“and nobody thought to wake me?”

your eyes widened slightly, which he caught onto, his smile turning into a smirk, “we didn’t want to.. wake you.”

“sure,” he nodded before taking some steps closer, switching his flashlight to the opposite hand before the rest of you made the rest of the way to him, you walking closer, your arms going to wrap around him for comfort.

he smiled down at you while his opposite hand to holding the flashlight wrapped around your shoulders, holding you tightly. his face fell to a grin and he called, “let’s find this goddamn alien.”

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daddy’s girl, part one. jason todd x reader

summary 🔪: in which jason seems to be the only one who sees something off about bruce’s new adoptive daughter 

warning/s 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨: swearing 

slater’s note 🛁: this is going to go roughly but.. i’ll post part two later 

part one, part two

it had been a long time since the last time jason had made a wayne house visit. the interior almost came unfamiliar to him once he entered through the back door, everything dead silent, not even the usual record that alfred would put on when home alone was playing. dead.

jason scratched the back of his head, looking around the spotless kitchen for something that’d clue him onto the daily activities of bruce wayne and his newly whipped up female robin; shamelessly his reason of visiting, wanting to see how much bruce had fucked you up since the last time he had seen you.

it had been one of the first nights bruce had picked you up too. your hair was soaking wet from rain since you had been supposedly taking a walk through the many acres of wayne manor before dick had unintentionally tracked you down, nearly running you over with his car.

dick practically had you by the collar once the two of you entered the house making jason think the both of you had probably met before because jason had never seen dick treat a kid like that unless he was comfortable enough to do so.

“bruce, another trespassing kid!”

jason had gotten up from his position in the parlor, joining dick in the kitchen where he still had a hold on you. you had looked out of your mind uncomfortable, jaw clenched with tense shoulders and clammy looking body with the way cold rain still dripped down your collarbone. 

he smiled to himself, going to fridge before pulling out a beer, “good to see you’ve found yourself a new hobby, grayson.”

“we all gotta find someways to fill our time,” he mumbled sarcastically, obviously impatient, something jason had rarely ever seen from dick, making him guess he was going through something at that time. jason had never asked, even after all this time.

“why don’t you let the kid go,” jason popped the top off, sipping the soft foamed beer while going to sit down at one of the island chairs, leaning forward on his forearms. he had always known dick to go easy on kids when it came to doing stupid things, such as trespassing. especially when some of them reminded him of jason, knowing they all had stories, all had reasons. but for some reason, not this time.

“fourth time this month i’ve caught a kid on the property, i’m getting tired of letting them go.”

you had stayed silent the whole time, rubbing your lips together while rain dripped down from hair and clothes, creating a puddle on the kitchen floor. jason always wondered why you had never said anything, never clued either of them that you weren’t just another trespassing kid. 

“dick, what the fuck are you doing, man,” tim was taken aback for a minute, obviously oblivious to the scene taking place in the kitchen, but now full on scoping it out, his face screwed up like he had ate a lemon slice, eyes trained on dick’s hand gripping your arm tightly making sure you wouldn't get away, which jason highly doubted you’d make any move to do so, even if he wasn’t holding onto you.

“another trespasser, man,” dick looked at tim confused, almost as if it was strange that tim wasn’t on the same level of frustration dick was. 

“dick, that’s fucking y/n.”

dick turned his head, not catching on to what was going on. jason as well narrowed his brows, sipping his beer.

a realization soon came across tim’s face, his features then going light and turning to you, “i’ll get bruce,” he mumbled, turning halfway before telling dick to let you go. 

on the command the two of you unintentionally looked at each other at the same time, as if asking one another what to do. dick slowly let you go, still skeptical of you despite tim’s obvious reassurance of knowing you. 

“relax grayson, i think you scared her enough for her not to leave your side for awhile now,” jason edged out of his chair, slightly smiling as he glanced at the two of you while he exited the room. 

jason remembered originally finding the whole situation really amusing before tim returned with bruce right behind him dressed in a real nice suit, cluing jason to the fact his old man would not be occupying his home that night. yeah, real amusing before it all went to shit when bruce dropped the words. 

“i adopted her, it's different this time.”

jason peaked his head right back around the corner, almost surprised until he realized who bruce was. of course he did it again, of fucking course. 

“different? what do you mean different?” dick voice was on the borderline of being aggressive, like he didn't know what to feel about the situation and he was holding back everything that was telling him bruce had the nature of a repetitive past, and he was going to fuck you up just like the rest of them.

“it means she won't be a robin but she's going to be the equivalent of what robin is,” tim answered for bruce, his statement unsure and hesitant, wondering if he explained it correctly and wondering if dick would be just as accepting as he was, over time. 

“like a spy.”

“you mean you're dragging her into this bullshit too?” jason leaned against the doorway of the kitchen entrance making bruce turn, an almost tired look on his face, now knowing he was in for it with jason and his temper. 

“i’m not dragging her into anything, jason.”

“really?”

it was now that jason really looked at you.

you had your jaw clenched and were still close to dick despite him no longer showing any passive aggressiveness towards your way. and you weren't looking at anyone, your eyes trained in on the floor almost like you were embarrassed or only just trying to vent out everyone’s voices, like you were in your own little world. 

“i really wonder if that’s true, bruce,” jason was then all fired up, the reality of the situation becoming clear to him now. 

dick was silent, his lips now zipped up like a jacket, almost joining your state of mind when realizing jason could handle the situation. he always had enough anger to cover every single one of you in the room. it wasn't like dick had anything to say to bruce himself, there was nothing he could do then, and his mind was beginning to clock out. 

“jason-”

“nah, bruce,” jason motioned his beer in the air, “you do whatever the fuck you want. just know a few years from now, when she’s wanting to kill herself, know, that’s on you.”

so yeah, the last time jason made a home visit, it hadn’t exactly ended in the best of ways, but then again, none of them ever did. 

“hey, todd.” 

tim had appeared out of nowhere, his voice rather calm, not surprised to see jason in the kitchen, staring at he fridge in deep thought. he scooted past him, opening the large silver door only to pull out three bottles of water. 

“what’re you doing here?”

jason pressed his lips together into a thin line, wondering the same question himself, “monthly house visit?” “sure.”

“where’s everyone?”

“training.” 

jason nodded slowly and awkwardly. 

“wanna come with?” tim quirked a brow, not knowing what jason wanted or rather what he was doing there after months of being absent for god knows what and rather out of no where. 

tim knew he should’ve been used to it, but there was always the strange time periods after jason returned from his long times of absences before everything got back to normal. 

“sure.”

jason could hear you before he could see you. the soft grunts and blows sent to one another could be easily heard as it bounced off the cave walls. he had expected to see bruce and dick going at it for old time sake, seeming the blows he could hear were hard, but seeing you took him aback for a moment. 

“come on, grayson, i know you can go harder,” you smirked up at him before dodging a large hit he sent your way aiming for you cheek. you could tell he was getting tired by the way he could barely keep his own smirk up, the exhaustion beginning to weigh in on him. 

“keep talking shit and i might actually have to hit you this time.”

bruce stood aside from the mat, his arms crossed, watching the two of you continue to eat at each other with no expression. jason and tim joined his side, watching dick try harder and harder to get at you before finally landing a punch high on your cheek bone, you returning the move with a blow to his gut. 

“they still going at it?” tim didn't take his eyes off the scene, practically memorized by it. 

“yep,” bruce said lowly, “haven’t stopped since you've been gone.”

“jesus.”

“well, he is the only one who can keep up with her.” 

jason couldn't process that statement. dick was a big guy. a big guy with a lot of energy and could take down any opponent he wanted without breaking a sweat. so how a small girl like you with only months worth of training who was practically kicking his ass was something that jason couldn’t really understand. 

“she on something..?” “i’d doubt so,” tim mumbled, “with her past...”

jason glanced at tim, crossing his arms. with her past. 

the match finally ended when you swept your leg right from underneath dick, taking him for surprise as he had laid on his back for awhile, finally finished with sparring for what looked like awhile. 

“what happened out there, grayson,” jason offered dick his arm, who took his gratefully, also not surprised by seeing jason out of nowhere. 

“she’s kicking my ass, todd,” dick shook his head, admitting almost shamelessly as he took the water tim handed off to him. it was then jason questioned whether or not dick was only going easy on her for the hell of it by the tone of his voice, like he wasn't too concerned about a nimble fairy looking orphan girl was handing his ass to him so easily. 

jason crossed his arms, now staring at you with speculation. you had gone silent, thanking tim lightly for the water that you begun to drink cautiously, not completely oblivious to his presence. 

“no way.” 

“try her out yourself. guarantee you’ll get knocked to the ground faster than i was,” dick grinned, knowing jason wouldn’t pass up a fight to prove his skepticism right, but he also knew jason probably didn't want anything to do with you. 

he didn’t look away from you, his eyes scoping you up and down, deciding whether or not if it was a good idea to accept dick’s challenge. your eyes met his, just as blank as they could get, but waiting for his decision. 

he finally pursed his lips, looking away for second before mumbling, “alright.” 

jason begun to pull off his sweatshirt causing you to gulp by the way his white tee shirt hiding from underneath dragged up his chest, revealing a fair amount of tanned skin and muscle. you diverted your eyes before he'd notice. 

the one time you had ever encountered jason was short and far from sweet. it was hardly formal and it had left you even more shaken up than from before when dick had practically dragged you through the wayne manor yard looking as if he was about to throw you across the grass. all you could do was shake from the wet cold rain silently as dick had given you a hard glare, sending you to shame for no reason other than the fact that he was just plain scary. 

jason proved to be just as frightening when he made his dramatic speech, taking you a moment to process and get your head on straight even as the rest of the wayne family seemed to have not been surprised nor concerned as much as you were. 

“don’t worry about him,” tim had mumbled, giving your arm a tight squeeze after everything had settled down and dick apologized widely, now more soft with his eyes and sympathetic. “it’s just jason.” 

you stepped back onto the mat, readying yourself as jason followed right behind you, stepping in opposed to you, also preparing himself with the bend of his knees. jason didn’t want to hurt you, he really didn't, no matter how easy it was for you take down a person who weighted 100 more pounds than you and no matter how much he loathed bruce. 

“you ready?” you hummed, getting into your fighting stance before jason didn’t hesitate to make the first punch causing you to duck away quite quickly. in return, you swung your leg, jabbing jason in the gut rather hard, taking him by surprise but he retaliated, grabbing onto your thigh and practically pulling you closer. he was hoping to send you to the ground simply from the loss of balance, then no harm done, but you had other plans. 

you hopped before shoving yourself forward, practically launching yourself onto jason, sending the both of you to the ground, you on top. jason inhaled sharply, obviously not expecting how promptly you straddled him, catching him off guard. and it felt wrong, not only in general but with the fact of it being right in front of three other people. 

you looked shameless, staring down at him with the same dead of expression eyes. you got up steadily then, not bothered with the past position causing jason to think of you as naive minded. you offered your arm which he took almost hesitantly. 

and again, you adjusted to your fighting position. 

you had knocked jason to his ass this time just like you had done to dick. it once more stunned him, not understanding how. it didn’t matter how strong one was but rather how quick one could think up ways to beat another, something you could do so easily while jason rather relied on what he could do with overpowering someone with his body.

“again?”

he was hesitant, “yeah, sure.”

“you don’t have to worry.”

jason glanced to bruce and the rest of the boys on the side of the mat, watching contently, “what?”

“you don’t have to hold back,” you slightly laughed breathily, giving him a look that seemed so unfamiliar coming from your face, relaxed and even the slightest bit joyful. “i can take it.”

jason quirked a brow, “you sure, kid?”

you nodded cuing jason to once again throw the first punch, this time harder and quicker, now taking you for your word despite still being unsure with the way you held such vulnerability high in your eyes, something he could recognize from the first time he had saw you. 

you took a few punches to the gut and jaw without a second gasp, not much fazed to how hard he threw blows your way. in return you provided the same amount of muscle and power, thinking of how you'd knock him down to his feet this time. 

it wasn’t until you threw one initial punch that fazed him more than ever. your fist struck high upon his nose with a loud crack causing him to fall back a few steps, checking himself as almost immediately blood begun to seep out. 

“goddamn,” he held his hand high trying to prevent the blood from touching the mat, creating a small puddle of crimson red to form and drip. 

“shit, jason,” you approached him with a small embrace, your hands going to his deliverance while wrapping your fingers around the wrist that was cupping his blood. 

“grab alfred, she might have broke his nose,” bruce called after dick while grabbing a couple of tissues for jason, walking steadily over onto the mat before handing you the tissues to aid the man before you. 

“broke my nose?” jason quirked a brow making tim smirk his way. 

“she broke dick’s last month.”

you could only shrug looking sympathetic as you now held stuffed tissue up his nose. jason couldn’t help but lightly smile in a slightly impressed expression. jason had had his nose broken so many times he could barely feel it anymore, so it wasn’t rather a surprise when informed his nose was a bit out of place, but rather the fact that you were the one who broke it. 

once you all had met alfred halfway through the manor, he already had all the bandages and supplies to pop jasons nose back into place. it wasn’t exactly something he expected from the house visit, but he had to admit, it all could have turned out worse. 

“i’m sorry about your nose,” you looked up at him, wincing slightly as you glanced at the bandages tightly wrapped around his nose, bruising already beginning to form around his eyes just as it had done with dick—hours after you had also broke his nose, only that time, swinging your leg straight at his face. “i didn’t mean-”

“it’s fine,” he cut you off, digging in his front black sweatpants pocket before pulling out a crumpled up pack of cigarettes, beginning to walk away for a long needed smoke break. 

you watched him walk down the wide dimly lit hallway, his lighter being fished from his other pocket, sparking up with two metal rolled clicks. smoke flew up and soaked the air rather fast, his hand dropping to his side where his cigarette burned.

“you really think i’m going to kill myself, after all this?” you called after him loudly, your voice filled with genuine curiosity, light and wondrous. not snarky, like he’d expected, which you'd have a right to. 

he stopped, shocked, not expecting those words to come from your mouth. jason wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to answer that question, cursing himself for stopping. he should've just ignored you. he was hesitant, slowly turning to face you by tipping back and forth on his feet till his eyes met yours. 

he bit the inside of his cheek, rubbing his lips together before really looking at you, eyes traveling away from the carpet but to your now prying eyes. jason inhaled slightly, his chest tightening when he thought more and more about what to say. 

“i wouldn't.. think about that too much,” he murmured, his head adjusting to the side a bit. “but don’t rule it out from your options..”

°•

the next time you saw jason, his nose was relieved from bandages and looked as close to normal as his nose could get. and this time he wasn't up for a round to get his ass kicked against you, but rather just to watch. 

his arms were slacked against the metal railing while he watched from the upper level, trying to analyze your technique better than the last time he had seen you. jason kissed his teeth before pushing himself up from his leaning position, hustling down the small set of stairs to join bruce’s side where he analyzed one of the many large computer screens before him. 

“where’d you find her,” jason crossed his arms, now hovering, wanting answers for questions that bruce knew would be coming, not necessarily from jason, but from one of the boys. 

“picked her up right outside of gotham,” bruce mumbled, typing away at his work. 

“what's wrong with her?”

bruce shook his, “nothings wrong with her, jason.” 

“bullshit, bruce. all of your kids got problems. hell even golden boy has issues.” bruce shook his head, but said nothing as he continued to work away. jason sighed, looking over to dick trying to plow you before you once again earned the upper hand. 

“i’m holding a christmas ball next week,” bruce mumbled, almost cringing with giving the information away, “you wanna know her so bad, you should come. but if you do, it’s cocktail casual, not jason casual.”

°•

cocktail casual was not jason’s type of thing, but he couldn't help but obey when alfred caught him halfway through the house, making his way to the ballroom. the old man had shoved him into one of the many rooms with a suit that would fit him perfectly.

he found you outside on the party balcony. the cold gotham weather hadn’t seemed to bother you as you sat there comfortably on a step, your knees pulled to your chest as you had a cigarette pushed between your fingers. 

you had a pretty green ball gown dress placed tightly around your chest while flowering out around from the waist down. it complimented you skin, making it glow with the full moon glistening down upon you. a silver chain wrapped highly around your neck also caught his sight, his lips rubbing together as he tried to examine it better from afar. 

a bruce gift, he guessed.

“not much of a party goer are you?” jason quirked a brow, taking a seat next to you with his hand gripping the neck of a champaign bottle tightly that he had found on a waiter’s tray. 

“only when there isn’t any booze involved,” you mumbled, glancing at the bottle from the corner of your eye before lifting your hand close to your face, allowing the cigarette to touch your lips. 

“bruce not allowing even a little christmas cheer?” jason hummed, swinging the champaign bottle back and forth as if taunting you, as if swinging a piece of meat in front of a dog, smirking before taking a swig. 

“dick,” you mumbled, grabbing the bottle from his loose grip, smiling slightly just as he did, glancing at you as you took a drink of your own. “bruce won’t allow me a drink until i’m out of the house.”

jason chuckled lowly, taking the bottle back into his own hand, “that’s too bad, robin.”

you turn to look at jason at the sound of the nickname, he looked back, his eyes beginning to look as if they were falling into a drunkenness, filled with a gleam and desire. you shook your head as you pulled the bottle from his hand, tipping the bottle high to fall into your mouth, the sour taste going down easy and fast. 

“you sure know how to handle your liquor,” he mumbled, diverting his gaze to the dark sky filled with millions of stars and one big moon. 

“years of practice.” 

“how old are you anyways, kid?”

“seventeen.” 

“hmp,” it was strange to jason as to why bruce recruited you at such an old age. not that it was a bad idea or anything due to you catching on fast, but jason and the rest of his adopted sibling were a lot younger when bruce ever first played eyes on them. “fast learner.”

“something like that.”

jason’s eyes traveled back to your neck where the thick piece of silver still laid on your neck so simply, the appearance of it now becoming clearer to him as he mumbled the words so clearly carved into the silver, daddy’s girl. jason’s hand reached for it, his thumb grazing over the carving making you tense up to the warmth of his palm pressing against your collarbone. 

that was definitely not a bruce gift. 

the older man you had all collectively called father at some point in time usually gifted each one of his adopted kids some kind of piece of jewelry the first event he always held a couple of days after their arrival. 

dick got a solid gold ring just as jason did, just as tim did. each one matching the other, representing a (reoccurring) bond each one of them had at some point in time. jason had guessed bruce would have gotten something similar for you, but never anything like the chain you were sporting on your neck. 

daddy’s girl. 

too weird. bruce would’ve bought you a steak if he wanted to get that personal. 

“nice.. silver.” 

you knew he knew something was up, you glanced at him, sipping from the bottle once again, “thanks.” 

“bruce give that to you?” he wasn’t very good at playing it off. 

“no.”

“no?” “he got me a gold heart shaped locket,” you popped your lips, nodding dizzily. 

“sounds like bruce...” 

“good guy.”

jason scoffed suddenly, shaking his head, seeing the naive part of you now, “yeah sure, whatever you say, kid,” he looked disgusted, now not looking at you as he thought about all the times bruce wayne wasn't a good guy. “i took you as someone smarter.” 

“yeah, okay, redhood,” you rolled your eyes looking to him, “don’t act like you’re someone any better than he is.”

“don’t be a fucking cunt.”

you inhaled sharply, your back straightening at his words. oh how you hated that word.

“i’m not sorry i broke your nose,” you turned your head slowly to look at him with your low gaze filled with something that seemed odd to be coming from you. no remorse. “you’re a fucking dick, i should've knocked you to your ass the moment i met you.” 

“wow, sweetheart,” his eyebrows raised, trying to cover the inner part of him the was taken aback by your sudden change in attitude, “what’s with the sudden change in personality, i thought you were daddy’s sweet princess?”

you scoffed lightly, sipping more from the almost absent fancy alcohol, “no one’s ever actually who they say they are.”

“where’d you get the chain from?” “it was a gift,” you sucked on your long neglected cigarette, looking away from jason as he was beginning to irritate you.

“from who?” “take a guess.” he scoffed, “i don’t plan on staying out here all night.”

“well that’s too bad,” you stood up steadily from the step before throwing your shortened cigarette over the balcony. “guess you’ll never know.”

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a habit not to make. mattheo riddle x gryffindor!reader

summary 🐅: in which you spend the night in mattheo’s bed , sending straight for an interesting morning

warning/s 🔪: swearing, nsfw themes

slater’s note ☕️: this brings back my marcus lopez obsession. i also don’t know much about mattheo.. so if i portray him wrong lmk

you were cursed by the revolting hell of a teenage boy, the spawn and prodigy of tom riddle himself. someone you would have never expected to even associate yourself with until it seemed to be utterly impossible with his taunting.

you were ashamed and frightened, but you wouldn’t lie, you some how still enjoyed every time his tan finger tips ran along your skin teasingly in public, enjoying the tint of red that filled your cheeks as you tried your best to avoid his sneer and knowing eyes.

he loved it. he ate you up like a piece of meat with the unfamiliarity you held to male affection... or just general affection at all.

nights like the one before you always seemed to end, as well as begin, the same way every time. late and shamelessly with his greedy hands upon you like predator on prey, desperate and heart filled with so many bad intentions.

clothes were scattered, bare bodies were pressed against one another, breathless and stressed sounds with fingers slipped and pressed against tongue.

moans, groans, and pleasured filled noises that made the both of you openly melt into one another. he loved it, adored you even when you were under him, obeying, practically on your knees for him, with the same red cheeks.

same nights, always ended and begun with the same mornings.

only this time, it was different and it was not routine like mattheo so solemnly lived by with heart.

he lied on his back, sweat beading on his forehead and gliding down his chest, watching you slide on your black lacy thong before catching your arm, pulling you close back to his bed. you stared at him blankly before your face softening, lifting an eyebrow while his hand now pulled at your hip bone, wanting you closer.

“stay,” his voice was rasped over like dew, his eyes full and pure, something you had never saw of him, almost sending you into shock.

“stay?”

“yes,” his body stayed motionless all except for his left arm rubbing the bare cold skin of your side, almost silently convincing you despite him already knowing you’d agree.

and you did, laying your body against his under his white sheets. mattheo’s hand soothed against your back, manipulating you to sleep as your head was pressed against his chest, thinking of him, analyzing him in your head like you did often.

it wasn’t long before you slept.

°•

it made sense now.

although not right away.

you woke suddenly to the light noise of ruffling clothing. your eyes blinked and blinked till they cleared to see mattheo slip on his slytherin patterned robe, his eyes then meeting yours.

you groaned rubbing your eyes, “what time is it?”

“your first class is soon,” he mumbled, shifting on his feet causing to break eye contact from you, “you missed breakfast.”

you got up fast, now fully processing the bright sun peering through mattheo’s curtains and unmistakable silence of the boy’s dormitory outside of his room, unusual, unless of course it was indeed late and time for your first class.

you begun to pull on your bralette fast, looking around the room fast as if looking for something to cover yourself. mattheo turned, a sly smile on his face as he held out one of his many white collared button downs.

you frowned, settling down before him, your shoulders relaxing once you sighed. and his smirk increased, swinging the shirt around your shoulders so you would place your hands through the sleeves, which you did with a flat, unimpressed expression.

“you’re an asshole.”

“really,” he chuckled a little, beginning to button up the shirt that barely fit your body, “i thought i was being nice letting you sleep in.”

you clenched your jaw, looking up to him and his brown eyes where he was already looking to you while his fingers slipped and looped with the small buttons, his knuckles briefly cladding against your stomach every once and awhile. you swallowed slightly, almost nervous for no entire reason other than feeling entirely vulnerable right then.

“you’ll be cute in green anyways,” he nodded, turning away from your now fully buttoned up shirt, “unless you want to wear the dress on my floor.”

he motioned then to the thin, frail dress that wasn’t even really a dress but rather lingerie that barely went halfway down your thighs. it made your eyes squeeze tight in cringe, adding on more to the embarrassment like a tower.

“shut up,” you took the tie he held out to you, wrapping around your neck before he took over, wrapping and tying it into a perfect knot, mirroring his own. it made grimace at the thought of wearing green, more specifically a slytherin color, it was going against silent rules of gryffindor.

“you’re nasty this morning,” his lips twitched into a smirk once more before handing you a sweater and then a skirt he conveniently had in his closet, making you frown wondering if it was your own or another girls. 

you didn’t answer and after awhile he finally nodded to you, walking out his private bedroom door, leaving you to the quiet. you let it soak you up, allowing the reality of the situation eat you whole. you didn’t even have your books.

°•

you were even more late than planned. eyes on you, making you clench your jaw as your hands laid hopelessly at your side, starring back with devastated eyes. you did not feel like you were living up to your house name.

“miss y/l/n,” snape hadn’t been facing you, his eyes focused on writing upon the chalk board while the rest of his students were busy staring for him, also devastated. “nice of you to join us.”

“always,” you mumbled, your eyes suddenly reaching mattheo’s, a classic, stupid smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes, deciding then it would be best to take a seat.

snape had then turned, his eyes almost immediately landing on you, and he can’t help but smirk himself, the corners of his lips twitching, “very nice attire,” he nodded, causing light giggles to circulate throughout the classroom, “ten points to gryffindor, but let’s not make this a habit, alright?”

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the devil’s command. theodore nott x reader

the story of persephone; the sweet daughter of goddess demeter who was kidnapped by hades and later became the queen of the underworld. heartbreak; (of a person) suffering from overwhelming distress; very upset.

you never trusted draco nor was he ever someone you considered to be there for until you found yourself in the same boat as him.

it was a different kind of hell. the voices in your head and the faltering of your skin, changing from its usual full of life in color to a dead variation, and the nightmares.

four days previous to your dismay, you had made the unbreakable vow to the platinum blonde boy you sat across from right in that moment.

unwillingly, your hand had been joined with his while both your families and the dark lord himself watched.

unwilling was slightly false with the willingness you had shown the moment narcissa had asked you hesitantly to join draco in the vow after the boy had revealed you knew of everything, discovering you listening in on snape and his own discussion of the dark lord.

unwilling, as you had known it was wrong the moment you had gripped draco’s forearm and he gripped yours, snape preforming the spell that slowly began to connect the two of you.

you felt your true self slip away with each ‘yes’ and ‘i do’ you mumbled. your eyes had begun to feed your cheeks silent tears to the thought of what you had gotten yourself into, what you would soon become for the purpose of he who will not be named.

the man, no, the devil who had shook your hand, welcoming you to the worst days of your life.

°•

you only thought of him. you spoke to no one, not even draco. you didn’t eat, you didn’t sleep, and when you did, it was always of the dark lord who woke you back up. you wished for mercy against all things that took toll on your mind and body, but you received none.

it took theo a day to figure something wrong of you. he hadn’t seen nor heard from you the whole day and neither had the rest of your friends. it wasn’t until draco revealed you may had been in the astronomy tower did something very strange dawn upon theo.

draco didn’t care for you. he almost didn’t want anything to do with you and you yourself never really got to the warming up part of the relationship with draco. so the fact that draco knew where you were out of all other people you had a closer relationship with, was concerning.

when theo reached you, his hand gently grabbed the back of your neck as you continued to gaze out to the storm that begun to swell out all around hogwarts, your eyes then squeezing together as theo continued to rub the side of your neck with the pad of his thumb.

“i’ve been looking for you all day.”

you couldn’t bare to face him. you were screwed, knowing damn well he’d always find you no matter where you went or what you did. he was like magnet, connect at heart with you.

“what’s going on in your mind, dovie,” he dipped his head low to come closer to yours, pressing his lips close to the crest of your ear as you kept quiet, squinting at the dark clouds.

you knew if you opened your mouth it’d all spill out, everything.

“tell me what you’re thinking about, baby,” he then held your chin, tipping it to the side so you could see him better even as he was behind you.

he was playing the patient game well with his arms easing around you. he was always patient, completely understanding and upmost adoring with you, something he often got made fun of for by the rest of your group but he couldn’t care less.

“baby-“

“theo,” you turned abruptly, now facing and looking up at your concerned boyfriend. “i cant do this.”

“do what, darling,” he laid his hand on the side of your face, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as you swallowed harshly, feeling tears beginning to brim your eyes.

you loved theo. you didn’t want to hurt him. he was everything to you but you knew you had to end it with him if you were going to continue to stay alive.

“us, theo,” you almost whined, “we have to breakup.”

°•

“what’d you do to my girlfriend, malfoy?”

theo had marched into the slytherin common room, anger seeping from every pore as he had his eyes set right on draco who sat next to pansy, both lowly holding a conversation.

pansy had never seen theo so angry, his jaw clenched and eyes dark with hurt pouring from the center of his pupils. he was never one who tended to let his anger get the better of him but rather stay silent and wait for outcome. he rarely got angry at all.

but something had changed in you. you no longer had those innocent filled eyes he adored and that full happy content smile you always had on. you always had a glow to you. you were his girl, someone he always wanted to hold and protect, but something happened, something he wasn’t there for and resonated with draco.

he found that a very a valid reason to get angry.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” draco spat quietly with his palms rubbing together. he hadn’t looked up to theo who was now storming over to him, his knuckles turning white before leaning close and over the boy.

“something has happened. my happy little girlfriend is no longer happy, draco, she looks like she wants to kill herself and i have no idea why but i know you have something to do with it,” theo continued to lean over draco, his voice low and so angry that he was seething. “what the fuck did you do to her?”

“i didn’t do anything-“

“bullshit.”

pansy slowly leaned away on the black leathered couch, beginning to fear of what theo would do. he hadn’t been the only one to notice the significant difference between you and draco. she saw less of you and draco, but draco was still physically present, just mentally absent. his usual bickering had ceased and he no longer found the energy to complain or eat.

“you did something,” theo gripped his collar now, yelling and almost yanking him to his feet, “you fucking did something. what did you do? what the fuck did you do to her?”

he felt a pair of arms grip around him, pulling him away as he continued to swear and yell at draco. he repeated the question, never feeling so angry until then, thinking of your weak self, weeping, and hiccuping as you tried to break it off from him.

“theodore, let go of him!” blaise yanked and yanked after approaching the situation, hearing all the yelling from his room, but theo kept his grip, now practically screaming, drawing more attention.

“that’s my fucking girlfriend, my fucking y/n! what’d you do?”

mattheo and enzo rushed, one grabbing draco while the other grabbed theodore, trying to pry them apart from each other. and then in five seconds they had theodore on the ground, blaise pinning him still as he tried to wiggle from his grip.

“calm down, nott, calm down!”

theo continued to struggle against blaise’s grip but had then kept his mouth shut, a great amount of grief overcoming him.

“what’s going on?” lorenzo looked between everyone in the room, “huh?”

“theodore practically jumped draco,” pansy spoke fast, looking between the boys.

“he didn’t jump on me,” draco muttered, “only yanked me.”

“yeah okay, but what happened,” mattheo was already tired of their in between bullshit. he would leave if he didn’t get answers soon. “what is going on?”

“he did something to y/n,” theo whispered, now staring at the high rise dark ceilings. blaise’s gripped loosened and he begun to straighten back up slowly.

draco stayed silent as they all looked to him, his gaze falling short, now not denying theo’s claim.

“well, did you?”

draco stayed silent.

“did you?” mattheo’s voice became stern, his stare on draco harsh as they still stared at him until he finally broke.

“she made the unbreakable vow,” his elbows were on his knees as he mumbled lowly, regret immediately causing him to put his eyes on the carpeted floor.

“what’d she swear to,” theo sat up quickly, eyeing draco but he continued to advert his gaze. “what did she swear to, draco?”

it’s silent till draco inhaled sharply, “only to keep my secret.” 

blaise glanced at mattheo who shared the same look of confusion as silence once again took over them. theo didn’t want to even know as he stood slowly, running a hand across his face. he begun to walk away, to exit the common room until draco called out once more.

“i’m not the only one she made the vow with,” his voice was even lower, hesitant and he sounded as if he was about to be sick. “she joined in hand with he who will not be named, promising her life to him, promising to obey every command of his. he owns her now.”

“draco, how do you know of all this?”

“he’s a death eater now,” mattheo looked to pansy and the rest of them that surround draco, all slightly shocked with their jaws going slack and eyes lightening.

“can’t you die from saying this, draco,” pansy whispered before mattheo quickly spoke, his eyes going distant.

“it wasn’t his vow, it was theirs. he only dies if draco made one with.. he who will not be named.”

“i fucking knew it,” theo gritted his teeth, marching right back over to the boy, “you hated her so much, you just had to ruin her life right with yours.”

“i never wanted to hurt her,” draco finally stood, “she’s the one who took the vow even after i told her not to.”

“was this before or after the two of you were practically bound for life?”

“it’s not my fault.”

“you ruined her life!”

“it was her decision!”

theo felt very overwhelmed. his mind racing fast as it finally dawned upon him that you had practically sacrificed yourself to the dark lord. it pained him to think of what you were possibly going through, with him in your head every second of the day, no longer having a life.

he wanted to hold you, kiss you, make sure you knew you were safe with him. he wanted to promise you things he knew he probably couldn’t keep, what he still wanted to reassure you that you were safe with him.

but no longer could you feel safe no matter what anyone said or did.

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