Dont Tell.

don’t tell.

pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

about. mattheo can’t help but want his best mates girl and couldn’t be more thrilled when he finds out the attraction goes both ways

warnings. foul language, smut; degradation, creampie, cheating

ricky rocks. 🪺 it kills me that this story has a community label

the one thing mattheo couldn’t have in his life, he never thought it’d be a girl.

girls came easy, but they were never anything that came to mind too much; he had other things to worry about, things to do.

but he’d never thought that that girl, the girl he wanted, would be one of his best friends girl.

none of his friends were ever loyal, none of them except theo. he was a sucker for those long term relationships because the type of girls who were only looking for one night stands and hook ups made him annoyed and had more issues than he could deal with, it was too bad he got stuck with one exactly like that.

you loved theo, more than anyone, but old habits died hard. especially with all of theo’s friends breathing down your neck, begging for a taste.

but you never gave in, not until mattheo.

when you first met him, he didn’t say a word to you. you weren’t even aware of him half the time, his presence was forgettable till your eyes always seemed to find his and his body always seemed to be pressed up against yours in your dreams.

it soon became very obvious who you wanted and he knew it when he was no longer the one initiating the starring—giving him the go ahead to push your buttons.

“i’ll fuck you straight.”

“yeah, you wish riddle,” you starred back at him with a challenging look, “good luck on getting the chance.”

he scoffed, “you act like you’re so loyal.”

you immediately frowned in annoyance, “and you act like you’re all that.”

he smiled, leaning over to your level, “because i am.”

you rolled your eyes, looking him up and down with what looked like disgust, “hop off your throne, riddle. i love my boyfriend.”

“it sure doesn’t seem like it when you’re looking at me,” he tipped his head slightly, a fake expression of thought coming over his face, “you better work on that, y/n, otherwise i’m not going to be the only one who notices.”

he walked away, but some part of you wished he hadn’t and that the looks you two shared, would be caught on to, so you could just get it over with and finally get to fuck him.

that came sooner rather than later—but not how you thought. the opportunity was practically handed to the two of you when half the boys were out for gallivanting down in the forbidden forest and theo had told you to wait for him in the common room.

it was too bad he was running late.

“why don’t you sit down?” mattheo’s stare was narrowing and studying as he motioned you to sit in the big black leather chair across from him. “you’ve got a while longer to wait.”

you scoffed, “alright, but i’m sure theo-“

“who cares about theodore, he’s probably fucking around with a blonde from ravenclaw, anyway.”

the sentence caught you off guard and made you slightly pause as you sat down. you sure he was just messing with you, but with the right motivation and pressure, theo could get convinced into anything—maybe even fucking around with a blonde ravenclaw.

“he wouldn’t do that.”

“right, because you’re the cheater in the relationship.”

you scowled at him, but your cheeks turned hot at the truth of his words. he knew you well for some reason. he knew you weren’t honest—never in any relationship had you ever been in—and he knew you were also easily pressured into things.

“why don’t you show me something,” he nodded toward you, “don’t try to hide your true colors now that we’re alone.”

“piss off.”

“now don’t he so harsh.”

you rolled your eyes, thinking, thinking how wrong this was but still stood up from your seat across from him, and you still slowly glided toward him while your fingers grasped the top buttons of your pure white blouse, “don’t tell.”

“no promises,” he grinned, sipping from the bottle of booze he held as you were now in front of him, slowly leaning before him still teasing the unbuttoning of your shirt.

“mattheo,” you whined, but still continuing with your actions, giving him a peak of your black laced bra. “you’re not being nice.”

he pulled you to his lap roughly, causing you to gasp as you were now straddling him, “why would i?” his fingers reached where yours were, helping you unbutton the material of your shirt, “you’re so damn teasing all the time.”

you rocked your hips forward, pouting at his words, “shame.” mattheo’s breath became uneven for the slightest second, his eyes dragging up to yours at the feeling of your heat pressing onto his cock.

“you’re a fucking, cunt,” he scoffed, shaking his head with a slight smirk on his face. “don’t act like you don’t want this as much as i do.”

“sure, mattheo,” you tauntingly smiled, rocking back and forth again before pressing your lips against his. he immediately kissed back, his hands slowly pulling the blouse from your arms.

he smelled good and he felt good—you felt you could barely get enough despite how close he was with his arms wrapped around you now, pulling you closer and closer till his chest was pressed against yours.

he was making you desperate, real desperate with his taunting that you could barely keep up the returning taunting facade.

“let me cum in your mouth, yeah?” he pulled away and was already unbuckling his belt from beneath you, cuing you to get off the chair and to your hands and knees as he stood, “be a good girl, suck me off, y/n.”

you nodded slowly, deciding whether if this was really okay… but you suddenly didn’t care, especially when your mouth started watering the moment his cock sprung from his boxers, thick and waiting for you.

“ready, love,” he didn’t wait for your words and he barely waited for you; his hips meeting your mouth, eager, “fuck,” you eased your mouth down his length, eyes already watering even before the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat.

“such a fucking good girl,” he grunted, his hand twirling a make shift pony tail of your hair while his head tipped back, his mind filling of bliss with each suck you took. “you love my cock, don’t you?”

he thrusted into your mouth, face fucking you, helping you induce pleasure as you tried to keep up by running and swirling your tongue along his length.

you couldn’t even think to answer, or hum, or anything. you were enjoying it too much and couldn’t help let your mind travel already to fast to the thought of him fucking you.

you could tell he wanted to just by how much enjoyment he was getting from this.

and he pulled out abruptly, leaving spit and precum running down your chin with teary eyes, “let me cum inside you, show theo who really owns your body.”

you let him lay you down against the cold floor, his body hovering over yours as he undone his dress shirt before pulling it off fast with eager fingers, that watched you with dark eyes.

you watched anxiously, your eyes eating every inch of his body and the scars that decorated his tan skin. your chest heaved up and down, your heart pounding, underestimating what he might do with the stare he had.

he gripped his cock, stroking it roughly before laying on your body fully, hiking up your skirt and pushing your parties to the side. he kissed you softly before pushing into you, prompting a sharp whine to resonate from your lips, “take it.”

your hands gripped his shoulders as he slowly inched into you before harshly shoving his full length into your cunt, immediately catching into your sweet spot. a high moan released into the air as your stomach rumbled with pleasure and pain to your walls from just barely getting used to the thickness of his cock.

“fucking whore,” he continued to fuck into you as his mouth began to speak nasty words that made your stomach twist in pleasure, whimpering as he spoke. “you love your boyfriend’s best mate using you like a doll?”

you gasped as his hand caught your face, gripping it harshly, “of course you do,” he smiled devilishly before, slapping the side of your hip, “get on your knees.”

you whimpered as you did so, his hands immediately gripping your hips and continuing to fuck you stupid the moment he pushed into you again. his finger tips pained you as he pressed hard enough to leave bruises.

“i want him to know who fucked you this good,” his hand grasped your throat, pulling you closer to his body as his mouth hovered over your ear before sucking and biting on your neck. “i want him to see what a dirty little whore you are, taking me without denial.”

“mattheo, please,” you whined, grabbing his hand that lied on your hip, “please don’t.”

“don’t what, huh?”

“please don’t leave marks.”

you could feel his cock twitch to the whine of your voice, a grunt resonating from his mouth. he didn’t say a word to reply but began to savor the few minutes left of his high, roughly pumping in and out of you as you moaned—soon coming upon your own.

“who fucks you better, huh?” he leaned back near your face, “me or him, tell me?“

“you mattheo,” you stuttered, feeling your vision go blurry and your limbs grow numb the moment his high came undone and pushed cum deep into your cunt, leaving you marked.

“that’s what i thought.”

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who’s the swim pro now?

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. will lovers lake rekindle yours and steve’s past friendship?

warnings. foul language, uh, STRANGER THINGS S4 SPOILERS OMG I FORGOT SORRY

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five people in one canoe—this was not a smart idea. you realized this now as you were practically tipping into the waters of lovers lake, watching dustin, lucas, and max grow smaller and smaller from the shore line as eddie and robin paddle you all further and further into the blue.

how you ended up in this position—you weren’t exactly sure but it all started with chasing down a news story for the hawkins high school paper, something you honestly should have stayed out of.

you sat in the middle of the boat, watching the waves slowly splash against the side, implementing cold weather to consume you. this wasn’t the way you imagined to spend your spring break, but you also never imagined to come in contact with steve harrington ever again.

“woah, woah, slow down guys,” nancy reached out causing both eddie and robin to stop paddling the boat, all of you now looking to her where she held the compass and it’s now derange state; shaking in the palm of her hand.

you watched the needle spin so fast it looked as if it would break off, making you narrow your brows. you watched until you looked to meet nancy’s eyes; she was smiling.

“what’s going on guys, why’d you stop?” your ears perked up to the sound of dustin’s voice through the forgotten walkie that sat in the back.

robin quickly grabbed it, “uh, dustin your compass has gone wonky to wonky with a capitol ‘ahh’.”

you all looked back to it before watching steve begin to unlace his shoes.

“wait, steve, what’re you doing?”

“somebody’s gotta go down there and check this out,” he explained. “unless one of you four can top being a hawkins high swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then… it’s gotta be me. no complaints, all right?”

you watched him, your expression still tight with practically confused thoughts. steve now stood, beginning to take off his shirt.

“co-captain of the swim team, my ass. sit down harrington, and watch a pro go to work.”

he stared down to you hesitantly, eyeing you up and down, taken aback at this sudden proposition. he almost didn’t believe the challenging stare you had, but he shrugged, deciding why not and knowing you wouldn’t take no for an answer, “okay, y/l/n, show us what you got.”

you took his place in stance, now unzipping your jacket to reveal a plain tank top that barely laid over your stomach before running your thumbs around the waistband of your jeans.

“woah, don’t tell me you’re just gonna-”

“relax,” you gave eddie a pointed look before pulling down your pants, revealing the pair of boxers you wore for shorts. “ever heard of layering?”

he seemed to shy away at this after a clear exhale of relief came from the group, glad to know you weren’t about to reveal your bare ass.

“see you on the other side,” you looked between all four of them before tipping your head and turning, diving precisely into the cold waters of lovers lake.

it knocked the breath out of you almost immediately and you began to regret wanting to show up steve with volunteering yourself. it had been quite a long time since you had put your swimming skills to test due to quitting the swim team after freshman year.

but it was now or never to freshen up.

you kicked, praying your lungs wouldn’t collapse once you began to see the bottom of the lake floor and came to realization you’d now have to search with the factor that you couldn’t see a foot in front of you… and without a flash light.

stupid.

you mentally punched yourself but continued surfing the sandy floor, your skin now beginning to become accustomed to the cold water with each kick.

and it wasn’t long until you saw it.

it was almost beautiful if you weren’t scared. the glowing mash of colors of red and yellow and orange erupted into the dark blue, lighting up your vision.

you felt consumed.

**

“can’t believe you let her show you up like that,” eddie pulled a cigarette from his pocket, beginning to light it. “not typical of you steve harrington.”

“gross,” robin pulled it from his grasp before tossing it into the water. “bad habit, better stop now.”

he sighed, not even trying to stop it.

“yeah, well, it’s y/n.”

“you’ve known her?” nancy quirked a brow, the sound of his sentence sounding like your nature was nothing new to him and he was very familiar with it. she found this strange, she thought you and steve had only met that day, but it begun to make sense why the atmosphere always seemed so tense and awkward between you two.

“yeah, for awhile,” steve shrugged, like there was nothing to it, like there wasn’t as much history as there actually was. “used to be neighbors before she moved. she was my best friend for the longest time, always came over.”

the sound of waves slapping against the boat was the only thing that filled the air now.

steve thought about how close the two of you were. you were both inseparable and could never take a moment apart. you were the reason he learned poker and knew how to play it so well.

you taught him a lot of things—something he was slightly shameful about. every time he looked back on those memories, he couldn’t help but feel guilty for never reviving the relationship.

and then he thought about the day you moved out due to your parents divorce and how you both thought nothing of it, that it wouldn’t effect your relationship at all, until it did.

you hadn’t seen steve for a long time after that and when you finally did—not a word was said between the two of you and he barely even waved ‘hi’.

it didn’t get any better after that.

“hey uh, it’s been awhile, should we-“

you surfaced through the water fast, practically knocking eddie into the water with you due to him already being leaned over the side. you were gasping for air, your chest heaving up and down as you grabbed onto the side of the boat, looking for some version of stability.

“jesus, since when can you hold your breath that long.”

“you’re not the only life guard here, steve-o,” he chokes out a breathy laugh, almost in relief, his hand grabbing onto your forearm to keep ahold of you.

“what’d you see?”

“are you alright?”

“yeah, i’m fine, pull me up,” you attempted to haul yourself up as they all pulled you onto the boat. “it’s there and it’s a portal right through.”

“did you go through?”

“no,” you shook your head, “but-“

you’re suddenly pulled into the water, your body once again consumed by the cold water and you’re blind. you can’t see and you can barely catch your breath as a strong force pulls you back to the bottom, and finally right through the gate.

and you don’t remember any of it, not one bit, you don’t think you were even conscious; until steve’s hands are clasping your face and lightly shaking you back to consciousness. he’s cold and he’s wet, but in your splitting vision, you can see him slightly smile in relief that you were alive.

“thank god,” he sighed, leaning back a little before leaning back down, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. “y/n, you scared the shit out of me,” he pulls back away, shaking his head, almost as if saying you were unbelievable. “no more trying to prove your pro-swimming skills.”

you laughed, painfully, suddenly becoming aware of the aching sensation that resonated from your throat, “god, harrington,” you begun to sit up, your hand clasping the cut that was etched into your skin. “when are you going to just accept that i’m better a swimmer than you.”

he laughs tentatively, now helping you to your feet, “maybe when this monster-alien bull crap is over,” his hand is wrapped around your waist, steadying you on your feet, while his other one held your hand, “god, i thought i lost you.”

“i’m fine, steve,” you looked at him with sympathy, your head slightly leaning closer to him. “i’m good, i’m alive.”

“yeah, i’d find that a lot more reassuring if your throat didn’t look like it was slit.”

“what even happened?”

“story for another time,” robin clapped the both of your shoulders suddenly, “and if we want to live long enough to tell it, we gotta get going. kiss later.”

the two of you now looked to each other, both burning up in slight embarrassment and now becoming very aware of how close the two of you were.

you awkwardly cough, slightly shifting back and slowly following robin with a backward step, “guess this calls for a rain check, what do you say harrington?”

“i say you’re fucking crazy.”

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time doesn’t stop.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

about. you attempt to make up with bellamy

warnings. foul language, gif not mine, set at s3e9/10

ricky rocks. missing bellamy hours

for a long time, a lot of people thought it’d always be you and bellamy. and for a long time, you believed it’d only always be you and bellamy.

it was only after mount weather did the pressure and realization of how hard a relationship really could be in living hell came to light; especially after a gunshot wound and many promises to keep one another alive.

you were fools to believe that dating was even a possibility beneath the pressures of trying to survive and play hero—that’s what you thought anyway.

you were ready to let go. ready to move on to callings of death that had been in your head the moment you had laid foot on earth. you had done many bad things that had ended you up in a cell block back at arkadia. some things that people believed were considerably valid for a punishment of death, which you were never really ready for up in that cell. but right then, right on earth and out of a cell, you were ready to die.

you had cursed yourself when you woke up days after, patched up, and relieved from the bullet a mount weather guard shot at you. you were alive, and all curtesy of abby griffin, an angel in disguise, as bellamy thought.

but that bullet changed so much, and created a great amount of damage that not even abby could relieve you from.

he moved on fast. or more of what you thought was fast.

you had left, leaving him angry and in desperate need of something with the amount of ties he still held to you. bellamy had never felt so much attachment to one person other than octavia. but with both of you gone, off with your curious minds in search for something that neither of you had found yet, leaving him alone, he had to find something to occupy himself with.

you just weren’t content with the idea of him kissing another girl.

but he didn’t know you anymore.

it wasn’t until you finally went back to arkadia to find several crazed chipped adults, including your own savior, abby, who rather seemed in need to kill you—did you come to realization that your time there and playing hero was not over.

“what the fuck was that?” you yelled into jasper’s ear as he drove the rover as fast as he could, away from the detrimental chaos that seemed to have erupted the moment you got there.

“hard to explain.”

“well find a way,” you looked down to raven and then to the back of the rover where camp was getting smaller and smaller till the only thing you could see was forestry. “i’m gone for-”

“yeah, that’s right, y/n, you were gone,” jasper finds his voice and yells back. “a lot happens around here if you hadn’t noticed.”

your disappearance hadn’t just affected bellamy, and you were now just beginning to realize it.

you could understand; jasper was holding a lot on his shoulders and the tension of you and then almost getting shot didn’t help the situation, “jasper, i’m sorry.”

“i’m not the sorry you owe it to.”

you frowned, immediately thinking of bellamy. you kept your mouth shut from there on out and let jasper guide his way toward a cave where the rest of your group was supposedly camped out at.

the moment you got there, you could tell everything was tense, even by the split second of seeing octavia walking away with bellamy on her tail before realizing the rover was there.

he squinted at you, before recognition kicked in and he realized exactly who he was looking at as you got out of the rover and moved quickly to open the back with jasper, helping him the best you could with hauling raven from her deadened position, “need your help! we have to get her inside before she wakes up!”

“were you followed?” bellamy trudged his way toward the two of you before taking raven into his own arms, clearly having a better chance of carrying her than the two of you combined.

“maybe, i don’t know.”

you stepped back, looking at bellamy’s face and the way he transfixed into taking lead so fast. his face was all beat up with fresh cuts and light bruises beginning to kiss his skin. it made you narrow your brows due to the last time seeing him, he wasn’t in this rough of shape.

he glanced to you one last time before walking to the cave, jasper following after him.

your head turned to octavia now, who you immediately reached out for as did she, “i have to leave.” her arms were wrapped around your neck, making it easy for you to hear the solum tone shoved deeply in her throat.

“don’t go now,” you shook your head in the hold you both had on each other. “you shouldn’t be alone, not with all that’s going on. not after lincoln.”

your words made the both of you cringe but they didn’t scare her off like you had half expected. she pulled away, nodding before walking into the cave with you.

“i told you on the radio, raven is not raven anymore. jaha has been chipping everyone,” jasper shifted nervously, keeping eyes on the frail girl while he tried his best to catch everyone up. “jaha is using the chips to control everyone. you swallow it, you forget who you are and you see this thing; alie. it made raven slit her own wrists.”

you watched raven carefully as jasper continued to speak on how he was trying to help her. you were losing your mind and couldn’t understand how your previous biggest problem—pike—just got blown out of the water and turned ten times worse.

“you say a chip, maybe it’s like the one clarke carries,” your eyes met jasper’s, “after lexa died clarke carried a chip that she gave to me for safe keeping,” you were quick to pull it out of your pocket. “this?”

jasper shrugs, “not exactly.”

and suddenly raven was on her feet and running, causing all of you to haul after her like a chain reaction. bellamy rung his arms around hers, attempting to restrain her as she looked around anxiously.

“if raven finds out where we are, so will alie and she’ll come for her,” jasper stabbed a reaper stick into her neck, causing her to drop from consciousness once more.

you all huffed and raven was once again hauled into bellamy’s arms. you frowned, suddenly getting an idea, “we have to leave,” your eyes were trained on raven.

“why, she doesn’t know where we are.”

“but i know how to fix this and where to find clarke.”

**

“you came back.”

you glanced up to bellamy who sat across from you. no one had said a word within the time you had all gotten within the rover to get to nyla’s location. not until now.

“why wouldn’t i?”

“you tell me,” his eyes were soft on you but the tone of his voice was condescending and hurtful—he wanted to hurt you.

and you understood why.

“‘time doesn’t stop,’” you looked to your hands as you mumbled the words before gaining enough courage to meet his hard, but eager eyes. “you remember when you first said that? ‘time doesn’t stop, not for me, not for you, not for anyone’… you’re good with your words.” an airy laugh came past your lips as you reminisced about bellamy when you all first landed and he gave a lot of leader speeches to the 100.

you couldn’t help but feel sadness seep in at all corners of your soul of how long ago that was and how your problems dealt with actual people and not a.i.’s.

“time doesn’t stop and i couldn’t handle that, bellamy. i wanted it to, but it just didn’t and i… gave up.”

“on us,” he clenched his jaw, hating how he felt sympathetic for you, hating how he wanted to hold you.

his mind thinks to the gun shot wound, and the blood that stained his hands as he kept pressure to your stomach, watching life fade from your eyes. he wasn’t scared of anything, but you dying proved that statement wrong.

“god, bellamy, i never wanted to.”

“i have a hard time believing that,” he frowned. you could tell he was trying to hide his emotions the best he could by the way he bit his tongue and was so overall tense. “you never looked back.”

“but i did,” you leaned forward, touching his face lightly to which made him slightly flinch, no longer used to the feeling. you almost pulled away but the touch with your finger tips turned to the palm of your hand, hovering over his fresh cuts. “i always did.”

“then you should have come back, should have said something.”

“i am back, i promise, bellamy. i’m back now.”

you could tell he didn’t trust those words even though he wanted so badly to lean into it—to put trust that you were really there and would stay there till the end of your days.

he leaned back, his eyes watching you gingerly, trying to decide on how to feel and what to say, but he just nodded, mumbling, “okay.”

you accepted that as good as mutual ground between you two could get. bellamy was a stubborn person at nature and it was hard to let people back in when they were traitors to his soul, but him defying his morals the best he could just for you was a sign of something positive.

especially when he reached for your hand, and held it tightly between the two of your bodies.

“now, are you going to tell me about your face?”

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pairings. jason todd x fem!reader

about. in which a day at the country club proves to be more exciting than jason originally thought

warnings. swearing, catcalling/harassment

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“nice shirt.”

jason slapped down his newspaper on the table before bruce, his eyes scoping out the country club around them. it made him shake his head at the ridiculousness of the privilege just seeping out from the sand traps. jason had never seen anything like it aside from bruce’s charity balls, but then, people were actually throwing their money around for a good cause, not just for the benefit of themselves. 

“good to see you made it,” bruce put his own newspaper down, looking up at jason through his dark sunglasses, slightly surprised. it was always a guessing game with jason, a game bruce always seemed to win, but not this time. bruce knew country clubs weren’t really jason’s thing, causing him to doubt the appearance of the boy until there he was, in all his moody glory. 

“yeah, yeah,” jason waved him off, still looking around and out past the balcony that they were seated on. golfers and tennis players filled the green around them, slagging around with their noses held high, “where's the rest of them?”

“well, tim and dick should be teeing off right about now with the company of alfred. as for your lovely sister, she should be around here somewhere,” bruce craned his neck, looking around despite actually not looking around. 

“finally done with her violence strike?”

“ended about a five hours ago after i offered her the keys to the old cadillac in the garage.” 

“thought you were giving that to dick,” jason pulled out the chair across from bruce, finally content with his analyzation. 

“i’ll buy him a keychain.” 

jason nodded, taking a drink of one of the full glasses of water laying out on the table. sometimes bruce was tolerable enough for jason to enjoy, despite him not wanting to admit it, they were similar in a few variety of ways. 

a relationship wasn't exactly something jason loathed for with bruce. maybe towards the beginning of it all but that had slowly all melted away as time continued on and he begun to take the matters of gotham in his own hands. he didn't... hate bruce as much as he thought he did, in fact he found him a bit more enjoyable after he adopted you, softer, and more... understanding. 

“hey, daddy,” you had pressed your lips against bruce’s cheek, welcoming him with more affection than bruce had probably received from all his other kids combined. it made jason look away and back at the course, shifting uncomfortably.

you were probably one of the brattiest girls jason had ever saw. you put up the front that you were innocent and simply didn’t know any better about half the shit you did. jason could see right through you and always wondered if bruce could. sure, the man was the king of seeing through psychological manipulation, but he had to of been the most whipped jason had ever seen him. buying you clothes that you didn't need, driving you to school himself, spoiling you unconditionally, and even giving you a car that wasn't yours.

bruce truly loved being a father to a girl who didn’t want anything to do with the vigilante life, that way he could worry less about you and make sure to make more time with you doing things that had nothing to do with batman or robin.  

“hey, jason,” you smirked at him, strutting to sit next to him. 

he resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he pressed his lips into a thin line, eyeing you skeptically like he always did. he was sure you knew he could see right through your facade by the way you teased him every time you saw him, poking at him, smiling at him with that stupid smile that said you knew everything, but you didn’t care. 

jason gulped down his water. 

“how was the green?” “hot,” you mumbled, pinching the front of your thin white blouse before waving it up and down as if allowing more air to touch your chest, “but i think i’ll head out again.”

“you should take jason with you.”

you smirked suddenly, your head gliding to face the side of jason face where he slightly froze, looking to bruce, “that’s a great idea.”

jason shook his head despite the pointed look bruce was giving him. fucking A.

you suddenly stood, grinning widely, “i think we should go now before it gets too crowded,” you looked down to jason who was avoiding your eyes, his jaw clenching at the fact he couldn't get out of this one. 

you begun to walk away after giving bruce’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze, then making sure to sway your hips a bit more, knowing just where jason’s eyes were, watching you. yes, you were bratty. you wore those stupid short and tight golf skirts specifically because of the fact it made your ass pop more than in a usual pair of shorts or skirt. 

and the blouse, the thin material also being slightly translucent, highly sporting your black bralette. it was the first thing jason saw and he wished it wasn't. he wished he could have taken it as an innocent move made by you, but he knew that was false by knowing exactly who you were. 

“go, join her.” 

“i’m not here to babysit, bruce.”

“jason,” bruce gave him a pointed look even though he knew fairly well that he couldn’t make jason do anything he didn’t want to do. “spend some time with your sister.”

“oh for fucks sake,” jason pinched the bridge of his nose before shoving himself up and out of the lounge chair, pointing at the older man. “you owe me a car for this one.”

**

“you ever feel bad?”

“bad for what?”

jason had his arms crossed while watching you practice your swings within the tee box. he watched you carefully while finding this interaction completely useless in the fact that he had no purpose of being there right then.

“for sucking bruce dry of his money.”

you rolled your eyes to yourself, “funny, you act like you never took advantage of the rich kid opportunities.”

“that’s because i didn’t.”

“i don’t believe you,” you swung your club, sending the ball far out in the air.

“it’s the truth.”

you let out a sigh as you walked back to where jason stood, switching out your clubs, “you’re telling me you never had a moment where you thought ‘i deserve this’ and just accepted an expensive item?”

jason frowned, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, “i mean yes, but those moments didn’t turn into shopping sprees.”

“you’re just mad he actually makes time for me,” your club once again smacked against the clean white ball, producing an impressive shot that even jason admired.

“maybe i am-“

“nice shot, sweetheart.”

jason’s voice was overlapped with the sound of an older man who was two boxes over, smiling strangely. you ignored him just as jason did after staring at him for a moment before walking back to your golf bag in search of a tee.

“hey, i said nice shot.”

“i heard you,” but you didn’t look at him.

jason stared down to you, watching you struggle to find a tee as you aggressively dug through one of the side pockets before finally finding one and pulling it out with a sharp jerk, “happen a lot?”

“almost every time,” you mumbled with an irritated tone. “they usually leave me alone when dick’s with me—i think they think he’s my boyfriend and prefer not to get socked in the face.”

“not tim?”

“you think they’re scared of tim?”

“fair enough,” jason shrugged.

“you’re awfully rude.”

jason could see you visibly tense just as you were about to line yourself up. he glanced to the man who seemed to have drawn nearer, making it easier for jason to guess that the man had to of been around bruce’s age, maybe older.

“maybe accept the compliment.”

“maybe just lay off her, buddy.”

he scoffed, “who are you, her boyfriend?”

jason felt slightly offended that there wasn’t an instant strike of fear like there apparently was for dick in this man. this caused jason to straighten his posture better to bring light to how big he was.

“and what if i was?”

the man doesn’t say anything more, but rather turns away back to his own business.

“you don’t have to do that, they usually tend to bore themselves after you ignore them for awhile.”

jason quirked a brow, “it shouldn’t be a problem in the first place.”

“well that just means you’re not club material, jason todd.”

smack, another incredible shot.

“you ever think about playing in tournaments?”

“i’d say another great shot, but you’d probably insult me again, wouldn’t you?”

“hey, buddy, piss the fuck off,” jason twists from his stance that was relaxed, now practically barricading your body from sight the man had on you. “get a fucking life or prey on some other underage girl.”

the man scoffs, “yeah okay man, i was just offering the girl a compliment, but it seems neither of you can take it.”

the man unnerved jason as he stared at him like he was some idiot. it took everything in him not to sock the man in the face, but jason kept it cool and didn’t let his feelings effect any nerve in his body.

he stood there until the man finally left before shifting away from your body, “you ever tell bruce about these guys?”

“eh,” you shrugged, once again adjusting your posture, “what’s bruce going to do, stare ‘em off like you and dick?”

“no, he’d probably get the guy kicked from the club.”

“he doesn’t care that much.”

jason rolls his eyes, hard, “that’s the most bullshit sentence i’ve ever heard. you’re bruce’s fucking angel.”

“doesn’t mean anything,” jason could hear a level of uncomfortableness itch through your throat as you tried your best to act inattentive.

it made him sigh before walking over to your golf bag and hauling it over his shoulder, “let’s go for a walk, i can feel that guys eyes drilling holes through your ass.”

you sighed reluctantly before shoving your driver into your bag, joining jason’s side, “it’s not that big of a deal.”

“yeah, okay,” he rolled his eyes, obviously taking zero consideration into your words. gotham was full of freaks who loved women half their age, it had to be a high percentage of people jason beat up. “tell that to the thousands of girls who get sexually assaulted each year.”

“i’m not getting sexually assault, jason.”

“yeah, but you’re being harassed by a man double your age.”

“lay off,” you rolled your eyes, “if you want to be helpful, help me put my clubs back in bruce’s car.”

“you need to take initiative at least once.”

“shut up.”

the first time you had ever met jason, you had felt a strange draw to him. he was full of anger, but kept it buried down into his soul. there were times he could barely control it, but you still felt a tie. seeing him made you feel anxious but glad until an unknown repulsion stemmed from him, and you couldn’t help feeling the same over time.

but today, today was strange. this new side of sympathy coming from him threw you off and you didn’t know how to feel.

“that’s his car,” you stopped suddenly, causing jason to almost run into you.

“how do you know it’s his car?”

“because he tried to pick me up like a hooker once,” jason’s brows narrowed by the way you said it so nonchalantly with a blank stare to the nice blue beamer—douche bag car.

“what’re you doing?”

“taking initiative,” he glanced at you as you pulled out one of your clubs from the bag he still held.

“what’re you doing?” he repeated but knew exactly what you were doing as you marched to the front of the nice car before drawing back and slamming the driver onto the hood creating a clear and ugly dent.

he should have stopped you. he knew it. but there was just some satisfaction watching you repeatedly slamming the club into the car over and over till it didn’t even look remotely distinguishable. he smiled.

“this will be quite the dent in bruce’s bank account.”

“what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” you mumbled, shoving the club back into your bag, “and no one will ever know if we don’t get caught.”

“we?”

“that’s right,” you now walked on, not looking back to see if he was moving with you, “you’re an accomplice now, todd.”

“of course i am,” he shook his head, but couldn’t help but smirk as he now found you a little bit more standable than before.

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