#I didn’t think it would get any weirder than the guy with teeth on his nose talking about overthrowing the government to end systemic racism

[weirdo-from-bonesborough]

That awkward moment when you’re screaming crying self mutilating in a citrus grove and you’re scorned friend appears and hovers over you ominously and when you beg for his help he just stares at you intensely, removes his hat and puts it on your head, and then starts repeatedly screaming “OF COURSE I WILL” to the heavens and then the camera changes to show the walking European stereotype just smoking in the background for some reason

[home-on-the-wastes]

Culture Shock (3/?)

Butch is out of Vault 101 less than twenty-four hours before he finds himself in trouble. A familiar face is there to assist, but it allows Butch to see just how much his old bullying victim has changed since his initial foray into the Capital Wasteland. See Part 1 for additional tags and author’s notes. Part 1 // 2 // 3 // ?

Being left on his own, Butch had more time to think about his current situation. While waiting for Harper, he felt more and more unsettled while sitting at the bar of the saloon. Call it intuition, but something was obviously wrong–not with him, but with Harper.

At first, Butch wondered if it was because Amata didn’t let Harper stay in the vault. Butch couldn’t imagine why Harper would want to go back. From the way Harper handled the uprising in Vault 101, the raiders, and then getting Butch to Megaton, he was probably tearing it up in the Wasteland, raising hell.

Butch hated how surprised he was at this new, irrefutable fact. It made perfect sense. After all, Harper had been living out in the Wasteland since his glorious, almost legendary exit on the coattails of his father’s lab coat. The people in Megaton treated Harper with mild reverence–and at one point, when Butch went outside to look over the town, he spotted not one, but two people run up to hand Harper caps, ammo, or some food they scrounged up.

Harper had changed a lot, but not too much. That same respectful, blank smile as thanks, too polite to turn them away. He caught Butch’s eye and looked away quickly, brushing some hair out of his face as he stomped up one of the walkways and ducked into another precariously perched building.

It was weird, seeing the sky–but it was even weirder just seeing Harper running around like everything was normal.

Finally, near the evening, he dropped a handful of supplies in a rucksack at Butch’s feet in the bar, filled with food, medical supplies, and stimpacks. 

“I ain’t a charity case,” Butch said, but Harper just rolled his eyes.

“I know you’re not, but you’re going to need it, and unless you start drinking like a fish, you’re not going to have enough to get things for a little while. You might want to get outfitted for some armor, too, depending on where you’re going.”

“I heard there’s a bigger town, Rivet City,” Butch said. He had asked a few of the settlers for some suggestions.

“Rivet City’s not bad. More people, better walls, more opportunities. If you head there and folks give you trouble, talk to Harkness. He owes me, so as long as you don’t do something stupid, he can help get you settled or at least direct you to the right people. Hey, Gob, can I have a beer?”

“Comin’ right up.”

Someone else walked into the saloon and slammed the door. Harper flinched so hard that he nearly dropped the caps that he was trying to count out. He shook his head and grit his teeth, trying to wear off the nerves as he started counting again.

But Harper was morose. Any instance of biting wit or attitude was gone. Butch stared off into space, listening to the radio, contemplating this change. Some guy who called himself Three Dog made annoying noises and then went on about a public service announcement, and then the news. He went on about something called the Enclave and flying ships and shock troops–that all sounded like it was out of a comic book.

“—and that crazy kid from Vault 101.”

“Gob?” asked Harper. “Can we turn off the radio?”

Gob set down the beer and frowned at the radio, going to turn the knob, but not before Three Dog finished his broadcast. 

“No sign of the kid’s father, though. Here’s hoping James is okay—”

The saloon went quiet as Gob cut the broadcast off. Gob went to say something, then glanced a Butch, and opted not to. Instead, he passed Harper the beer, and then gently reached out a wrinkled, withered hand. He squeezed Harper’s hand, Harper forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and then Gob left Harper and Butch to their awkward silence.

Butch had many questions, but one suddenly took center stage. Where was Harper’s dad? 

Pretending to look at the label on his drink, Butch was too nervous to bring it up, at first. Still riding the euphoria of the raider fight and retreat to Megaton, the mild reminder that Harper could and might kill him was terrifying. He wondered if he was going to step out of Gob’s Saloon then bam, his brains splattered on the congruent metal because Harper remembered all the times Butch teased him, beat him up, made his life hell because Butch had been bored and angry about his lot in life. Their relationship had always been mildly antagonistic.

But, they had grown up together. They could talk about these things, couldn’t they?

“Pretty cool that you’re on the radio,” said Butch. “So you found your dad and everything?”

Harper gave the slightest nod. Butch waited for Harper to explain what had happened, but he didn’t. Another minute passed, and then another. Butch went to speak again but barely got a word out before Harper started shaking, a near full-body tremble. Then he downed the beer in a few more gulps.

Butch signaled for two more drinks. Gob passed Butch a beer, and Harper a bottle of water. Butch waited for Harper to say something, but he didn’t touch the drink, didn’t even react.

“I mean…they mentioned your dad by name on the radio. He is okay, isn’t he?” asked Butch. 

Harper took a deep breath, reached for the water, and then, without any warning whatsoever, started weeping right in front of everyone. He tried to hide it, wiping his eyes and nose on his sleeve, but he couldn’t stop, and folks were staring. Big, watery tears streamed down his cheeks as he stared at the water bottle, thumbing the label written in blue ink.

“Hey,” Butch said, unsure how to fix the situation. “What…what the fuck happened?”

“Just–shut up, Butch,” Harper snapped. It would have been threatening, if it weren’t for all the tears. “It’s over. Dad’s gone. Not everyone knows yet but…but I’m….I’m all alone. Again.” Another sob built up, and Harper tried to shove it down, giving his voice a wet, gurgling sort of quality.

A pit settled in Butch’s stomach. He didn’t know what to say. Butch was terrified when his mom was attacked by the radroaches the day Harper left the vault. Sure, he didn’t see eye to eye with his mom–especially after the whole problem with the Overseer–but she was still his mom. He loved her; it would’ve hurt so bad if she had died then, and he was a bit relieved that she stayed in the vault, where she’d be safer than out in the Wasteland.

But that was the thing. Harper had left everything behind to find his dad, the one parent who was still alive. That one shred of hope, just gone–and now the vault was closed to him, too.

Butch swallowed a lump in his throat. “Harper, I–”

Harper turned and stalked off, hands balled into fists so tight that his nails cut into his calloused palms. Little half-circles of blood pooled where the nails dug in. “I don’t want to hear it, Butch. Just…” He took a deep breath. “Don’t.” Then he shoved the door open and stepped outside.

The rest of the saloon fell into an awkward lull. Gob scooped up the water and wiped down the counter. After a reputable amount of time passed, he shyly asked, “Want anything else?”

“Yeah,” Butch replied, not listening. “How about another beer? Put it on Harper’s tab.”

Harper didn’t see Butch off from Megaton. Butch didn’t expect him to–he left without a word, early the next morning. The residents of the shanty town were giving him somewhat of a cold shoulder, anyway, so after he took stock of his food, and ammo, and got his directions sorted, he took off. Maybe they would cross paths again–maybe they wouldn’t.

Butch pretended it didn’t bother him.

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[bangtaninborderland]

PAIRING: ot7 x reader I| WORD COUNT: 7.9k I| GENRE: smut - rated 18+

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WARNINGS: playful degradation (use of word slut) ,fingering, orgasm denial, blowjob, Dom!hoseok, Dom!jimin, sub/dom dynamic, rope play, bdsm themes, heavy smut, sub drop, ass spanking.

A/N: my very first chapter as a writer of the gentlemen….. did you like it? —— honestly writing this was such a thrilling experience. I cannot wait to keep sharing this story with you all.

DAY THIRTY FOUR

You want to curse everything the moment you wake up and see it’s still dark outside.

After the incident with Jimin and Hoseok you chose to spend the rest of your day with Namjoon and Yoongi, only coming out of your room to eat dinner. You was thankful when Namjoon offered to stay the night, his arms being the only place you wanted to be.

Not wanting to acknowledge the thoughts swirling in your mind you decide to get up opting to get something refreshing to drink after all any distraction was welcome, even if it meant leaving the warm covers. You squirm underneath the man’s heavy arm as you gently lift it from where it was resting across your stomach and place it on the bed. You’re thankful when he just pulls the blanket closer, not missing your presence in his sleep.

You tip toe out of the room down the stairs, you hear hushed voices as you reach the end of the staircase making your movements falter. You recognise them instantly, at this point it was hard not to. You contemplated turning around and hiding away behind the walls of your room but wether you ran or stayed the nausea pooling in your throat wasn’t going to go away so instead you took a deep breath, calming yourself as you enter the room.

You don’t miss the way their faces fall as they set their eyes on you but you pay them no attention, you notice the already made coffee sitting on the counter. “You can have it if you want.” You hear Hoseoks comment and you can’t help but look up. “We made extra.” He offers you a smile to which you reply with a nod.

You let your hands wrap around the warm cup, providing you with some comfort. Even though Hoseok is glued to your movement’s as if he had never seen them before, Jimin isn’t. His gaze is fixed on the rings he is swirling around his finger, the usual look on his face replaced with one filled with sadness.

“Can we talk?” Hoseok asks, pulling out the chair next to him. You don’t say anything but you walk towards the open seat, setting yourself down comfortably. “Thank you.”

“I want to-“ both of the men speak at the same time, almost as if it was comically planed, “You go first.” Hoseok nudges Jimin.

You watch as he shifts in his seat, his teeth graze over his plush lips, it reminded you of the time he and Namjoon had spoken French to one another, this being the only time you’d seen the look of guilt cross over his face. his calm exterior barely holding together. It felt weird to see him so open with Hoseok around even so you didn’t give it much thought, it was much weirder that they wasn’t having some dominant energy match.

His eyes flickered over to yours, despite the situation your body had developed the ability to react to all 7 men wether you wanted to or not you hated the way your cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry.” He pauses, you could see he was being careful with his words. “What I said yesterday was wrong, I would never want to shame any of the guys or you for who you are and what you like I never meant to be insensitive to your wants and needs either, of course you’re so much more than a woman who needs a dominant man. You’re absolutely right in everything you said and if you want to vote me out I can understand but I promise you I will use this situation to learn. I hope we can move past this, I know I may not deserve forgiveness but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” He finishes leaning back in his seat, his eyes sorrowful.

You nod at him, maintaining your silence. It was easier to not think until they had both finished. You turned to Hoseok, you can’t help but press your palms tighter around the cup as his eyes catch yours, his face is soft, much like the one who shows you when he finishes a scene and begins his usual aftercare with you. You was angry and hurt but that face could fix everything wrong in the world and he knew it just as well as you. You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to focus on the situation at hand.

“I’m ashamed of myself for what I took part in yesterday.” He begins truthfully, his eyebrows furrowing. “In all my years as a dominant I’ve seen all types of scenes, individuals and relationships. I’m not just apologising to you Y/n but also to every other member in the house which I will do once everyone gathers for breakfast. Right now I want to make sure you know the way I was yesterday will never happen again.” You watch as his eyes drift to Jimin whose face holds a small smirk. “We… well… in a way we worked out our differences yesterday. From here on out the pissing match is over. Submission isn’t a sign of anything other than strength. I cannot understand how hard it is for you to vote us off one by one especially now that feels are involved but that is your decision and yours alone, I shouldn’t have tried to take that from you. We wasn’t thinking about you or anyone else when we make that stupid plan. I too don’t deserve your forgiveness but I hope to show you I can be a better person and friend to everyone in the house.” He finishes up, his words seeping deeper into both your mind and heart with every second.

You contemplate how to begin talking or even what to say, at times like these you wished Jin was awake to guide you but unfortunately the older man much like every other member of the house was having sweet dreams so you was stuck to face this on your own.

Even as you try to hide yourself from their gaze you can feel their eyes on you, you could swear they were both holding their breath too. “I was mad at you yesterday, I am mad now.” You start off slowly, wanting to make sure every word resonates with them. “The way you both acted is and always will be completely unacceptable, I thought you were both more open minded, caring and considerate but yesterday showed me the opposite. You’re right that you don’t deserve forgiveness but I also know you never intentionally wanted to hurt anyone. As dominants you should both know better but you’re also human and our situation isn’t exactly the same as it would be should this have happened in the outside world.” You huff out a breath of air, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You’re right.” Jimin agrees, his voice sounding smaller than usual.

“I know I am but it would be nice if you could let me finish.” You add your eyes burning into his, you make note the way his face flushes red with embarrassment.

“Continue.” Hosoek nudges you and you take another breath. “I was shocked and upset that you would both decide to leave and take that choice away, I don’t want any of you out of the competition and yes it is hard for me, it’s harder for the people voted off. It’s hard that I can’t touch them or show them that I love them the way I can with everyone else still playing. I don’t want to lose any of you or what we have built here no matter what kind of bond that is.” You specifically look at Hoseok, letting him know those last words were for him.

The room falls silent, you wait for either of them to speak but they don’t so you continue. “I care about both of you but I also care about everyone else in this house and not for a second did you think about how your “super Dom” competition would harm them. You both need to apologise to every other person here, if they forgive you then I will too but I want no more of this from either of you. Everything we have isn’t just built on sex, it’s built on trust and respect. We have nothing if we lose that.” You shrug, the threat of crying pricking at your eyes.

“We should have thought like that instead of being selfish.” Hosoek pokes Jimin, making the younger man snap his eyes up, his head nodding in acceptance of what hobi said.

The room falls silent and as none of you continue the conversation, you allow yourself to find solace in your thoughts. Of course they would never be against anyone or see anyone as inferior based on their desires, you knew that, everyone in the house probably knew that but that didn’t change the fact it hurt when they said the things they did or that the second you thought Jimin was going to leave your heart sunk to your stomach.

The sun had begun to rise, birds chirping and for the first time today you felt a little bit more hopeful for whatever would happen. Wether or not you was angry at the men sitting beside you, you always wanted things to be positive, if not for you then for everyone.

“I’ll go and get ready for the day, please be here at breakfast so we can all talk.” Without any further ado you push your chair back, excusing yourself up the stairs into your room.

You finally felt relaxed as the warm drops of water hit your skin, washing away all the negativity and stress from the past 24 hours. Despite the heated floors you still shudder as you step out from underneath the shower, the air in the house somewhat colder than usual.

Choosing not to make the others wait, you leave your room closing the door behind you, as the familiar sounds of Jungkook and Namjoons voices flood the hall a smile tugs at your lips. You had grown overly fond of the presence of them all, every day you had gotten to wake up with them you had allowed yourself to become more attached to them and the life you had all created with one another.

It wasn’t something you could explain to anyone but that was the beauty of it- a feeling that the 8 of you could understand.

You skip down the steps in a much brighter mood than earlier but before you can fully enter the room a body collides itself into yours, soon enough the scent of Yoongis body wash fills your nose and you submit to his grip, allowing your body to go limp in his arms.

“Good morning.” He mumbles placing a kiss onto your head. “‘Morning to you too.”

His voice was husky as he pressed closer to your ear. “I missed you.”

You suck in a breath, wordlessly pushing your body into his further unable to help the sensation that is already building between your legs. “You see me yesterday.” You mumble, your teeth grazing over your lip.

“Am I not allowed to miss you?” He tightens one arm around your waist as the other trails down your stomach, you stifle a moan as he runs his thumb over your clothed clit. “You’re sensitive today aren’t you?”

You hum out a positive response, the ability to form words dissipating instantly.

You squeeze his wrist and his fingers trail up and down your pussy, despite the fabric that was in between him and your body every touch fuelled your arousal, making your folds slick.

“More please” you whine, desperate for his touch.

His hands freeze for a second before he slides your shorts aside, allow him access to your pussy. “As you wish sweetheart.”

Your breath hitches as he slides a finger inside of you, adding another one soon after. You spread your legs as much as you can to allow him better access making him tighten his arm around you, always making sure you’re secure.

“So needy to be fucked huh?” He chuckles, your face flushing red at his vulgar words.

You roll your hips against his fingers. “Wan’ you yoongi.”

“Such a good girl.” The pace of his fingers quickens, unable to control your moans any more you close your eyes throwing your head back against his chest as the familiar pressure begins to build in your stomach.

“‘m gon’ - fuck- gon’ cum over yo…your fingers” your eyes tear up at the way his pace is relentless on your sensitive cunt.

“Poor you, everyone just abandoned your needs huh? Making you waist desperately for some attention? I bet you’ve been rubbing your thighs together to try and get some friction right? Such a little slut for me.” He coos at you, you can’t help but love the way he whispers into your ear knowing that your moans grown louder as every word falls from his tongue.

You nod furiously, your orgasm holding on by a tether. “please I need to…ple- ah…please.”

Your eyes shoot open as he rips his fingers away from you, your rushing orgasm falling away with every passing moment. You search for his eyes and don’t miss the smug look on his face.

“Wha-“ you stutter, the feeling of betrayal flooding through you, you make your thoughts clear to him as you narrow your eyes.

He smirks shamelessly at your confusion. He pulls you closer, placing kisses down your neck. “We are going to play a little game, colour?”

You look at him blank before your brain understands the question. “Green.” He smiles. “That’s my girl.”

“You can edge as many times as you want to but the only orgasm you can have is with another member, should they give you permission to do so. I’ve told them all you have to earn it so it won’t be as easy as you’re thinking in that pretty little head of yours.” He growls into your ear as his hand swipes over your boob.

“Is this for your prompt?” You ask, your voice croaky.

“No this is for me.” He scoffs placing another kiss against your head. “Now how are your legs? Do you need me to carry you or can you walk princess”

You scowl at him, shoving his body into the wall as you stumble into the kitchen only to be met with 5 pairs of eyes on you.

“Good morning.” You smile sheepishly as you take a seat at the table. Your eyes fixed on your hands, embarrassment flushing through you.

“It was definitely a good morning for you wasnt it?” Your head whips around to see Taehyung sitting on the couch behind you, his body sprawled across Jimin. Your eyes meet with him momentarily but you stop yourself from staring.

You had only been upset at them for 24 hours and already you missed both him and Hoseok.

You shake your head focusing back on the others at the table. Jin had chosen to sit at the head of the table, Hoseok remained in his earlier place as if he had never moved. Jungkook and namjoon had taken the seats at the side of the table, both of them focusing on the maknaes phone.

“Coffee Y/N?” Yoongi calls out, holding a cup out to you, his earlier smirk still faint across his mouth.

“I’ll get it for you.” Hoseok mumbles, his chair scraping against the floor as he approaches his Hyung.

“It’s hot.” Yoongi mutters, sliding the cup over to Hoseok.

“Oh really? Well there’s goes my plan to stick my dick in it.” Yoongi raises his eyebrow, his face cold before his usual gummy smile lights up his features.

Their laughter draws your attention, you watch the way Hoseok walks through the room, his hands gentle as he places your cup on the table. “Here you go.” He huffs out, sliding onto seat next to you. “Be careful it’s hot.” He mimics Yoongis earlier words and you fight to stifle a laugh as the older man throws a dish cloth at hoseoks back earning himself a hard glare.

“It’s nice to hear your laugh.” Jungkook admits, his voice cheerful as his bunny smile turns his cheeks brighter.

You bite your tongue, your mind pondering on what to say. “I’m sorry if I was a little down yesterday it was jus-“

“My fault.” Jimin answers, your eyes lifting automatically to find him. Taehyung, who had been laying on Jimin was now leaning against the couch, his legs pulled to his chest.

You hated how stressful these talks could be for everyone.

Hoseok lets out a sigh “It was mine too.”

You watch as the other members focus their attention on the two men who have stood up, the phone Jungkook and namjoon had been engrossed in was long forgotten. Jin was no longer on his laptop, Yoongi had rested against the doorframe his attention fully focused.

Jin speaks up, though his voice is unamused. “Can we not eat breakfast before you two have another sparring match?”

“It’s nothing like that Hyung.” Jimin frowns, his voice unable to hide the disappointment he feels.

“I - we want to apologise for what we said yesterday, both Hoseok and I have experienced in the industry meaning we especially should never have suggested anything that makes it seem like submission or switching is weak or in any way inferior for that matter.” Jimin stares blankly at Hoseok who clears his throat before finishing the clearly rehearsed speech. “We talked about it and realised we had been so wrong to make an agreement that allowed us to make submission seem like something someone weak does. I admire anyone who has the ability to submit because it takes a special level of trust and strength, one that I don’t possess. I care for you all we both do and we never wanted to hurt anyone’s feelings. I promise that I won’t act in that way anymore and no matter what me and Hoseok feel for one another we won’t let it affect the house or anyone else.”

You couldn’t help but feel proud at the growth they both showed, you watch as Namjoon opens his mouth, his face confused for a moment before he closed it again, almost as if the words he was planning to say had simply slipped away from his mind. It doesn’t surprise you that Jin is the first to speak, captivating everyone’s attention.

“I think you handled that well. Is there anything anyone else wants to say before we have breakfast?” Jins eyes scattering around the room, pausing at the youngest members.

Knowing they are most likely going to hurt most from the comments Hoseok and Jimin made your hear began to ache, wishing you hadn’t made it such a public affair. You notice how jungkooks smile had faded and Taehyung had retreated into himself. Even though the majority of the time they were the most outgoing members of the little family you had created, in this moment they were the most introverted.

It’s Taehyungs voice that pulls your attention. “I felt like I was less than you.” His face was cast down, a frown that couldn’t be hidden sprawled across it. “I’ve always been proud to be who I am, not sticking myself into one box, being free with my sexuality and interests but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt when you made it seem like I wasn’t as good of a person because I’m not dominant in the way you are.” You notice the way his eyes are focused on Jimin, the words aimed at nobody but him.

You couldn’t ignore the pang in your chest when you see the way Jimin looks, the hurt displayed for everyone to see, any colour now drained from his cheeks. It was no secret to you or anyone else that Jimin cared about Tae in an all together unique way.

“I’m so fucking sorry baby” Jimins face soften as he rushes towards Taehyung, his arms embracing the younger one.

Yoongi is the one who takes lead in the conversation this time. “Is there anything anyone else would like to contribute to this or should we leave it at that?”

You watched silently as heads turned, everyone looking to see for any responses. Jimin and Taehyung had fallen intro a private conversation, one that you all knew you wasn’t invited to join. After a few moments of silence Jin slid his chair back grabbing your attention. “I’ll make breakfast then.”

You nod at him wordlessly, unsure of what response to give. Had the situation really been solved? You cling to the thought that all would be right in the house as Yoongi slid beside Jin, assisting him in their usual roles of cooking, whilst the rest of the members talked amongst themselves.

“Can we go upstairs?” Jungkook pulls your attention, his voice glum.

You nod instantly, his hand slipping into yours as you lead yourself away, no one seems to notice as you exit the room. Everyone too focused in their own minds.

Once the door is closed behind you, he slumps onto your bed, his body relaxing as you join him. “What’s wrong?” You question, your hand instinctively reaching to brush his hair away from his eyes to which he chuckles.

“I don’t know how to feel about the situation.” He tenses his jaw a little, a whine to his voice.

You knit your brows at the dilemma you both shared. “Me too.”

Your heart warms the second his eyes connect with yours, his innocent voice and baby face making you wish you could just wrap him in your arms and make him forget any and all of his worries. “We shouldn’t be angry they apologised.” He pauses “Right?”

In this moment you wish you possessed Jins ability to remain neutral whilst giving usually great advice but unfortunately you didn’t so you relied on the only thing you could, honesty. “It hurt me Jungkook, hearing them talk about submission like it was a label of being less but just because they made one mistake we shouldn’t write them off completely. I care for Hoseok and I care for Jimin, they care for me and you too. One bad choice doesn’t change the fact they have both cared and been there not just for us but for everyone, I think we have to deal with this the same way we did when Yoongis dad was in the hospital or when you and Jimin had a fight, remember? We came back together as a family and talked.”

You watch as his mind processes everything you said as does yours, you hadn’t been honest with yourself about the entire thing since it happened. It was easier to avoid than to admit that two people you had trusted with a precious part of you had willingly chosen to hurt you with it. Even if it wasn’t intentional.

Jungkook hums, his body pressing against yours, as if you was the only safe place in the world. “I’m too nervous to talk to them, Tae told me he was upset too, we cried yesterday, I feel like I’ll be a little too nervous to be myself with them. I know they didn’t mean to upset anyone but it hurts knowing that I’m not as good because I’m not as dominant.” His voice grew hushed as if he was disappointed in himself.

Your hands cupped his face, bringing his attention to you. “You never have to be ashamed or disappointed in who you are, you are an amazing person inside and out. You are certainly just as good as everyone else in this house. They made a bad judgement on how they should have handles a situation they faced with one another and in the process they hurt those around them and I know they both feel bad for it. I think you should talk to them and if you feel as if you want to change the way you are with them to make yourself feel more comfortable then that is entirely okay. You never have to push your limits to make things easier for someone else.”

You watch as his eyes go glassy, tears fighting to fall down his face. His sniffles filling up the quiet room. “Could you come with me to talk to them?”

“Of course bunny, let’s go together okay?” You stand up holding your hand out to him, pushing a smile onto your face. You watch as he chirps up a little. “Thank you for all the things you said, I wanted to talk to Tae Tae about it but I know how he feels about Jimin so I didn’t want to force my feelings onto him and I know Jin Hyung and Yoongi Hyung would have gotten mad at them too if I cried to them.”

Just before you reach the bottom of the stairs you turn to him, reassuringly squeezing his hand. “I will be here okay?”

You watch as he fiddles with the sleeve of your shirt before nodding. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” You giggle lightly, pulling him in for another hug before you both walk back into the room.

You notice how Jins focus stills on you both, the bacon he began frying forgotten for a moment as he watched you both.

“I have something I want to say.” Jungkook pouts, his gaze focused on his feet.

Yoongi steps forward, his protective boyfriend mode coming into play. “Is everything okay kookie?”

Jungkook nods at him quickly, his courage slipping with every passing moment. “It’s about Hoseok Hyung and Jimin Hyung.”

You watch as they both turn to the younger man, his hand squeezing yours as they do to which you squeeze back. “You can do this.” You encourage him, your voice nothing more than a whisper.

“I feel like I’m less than the rest of you because I’m a switch, just because I’m not dominant all the time or I don’t always come off as the strongest person it doesn’t mean I’m weak but you both made me feel like I am. I’ve been submissive with both of you and I’ve loved having people to share all of me with but it felt like you choosing to make that deal meant that I can’t do that anymore because if I did you’d both just be looking down on me the entire time.” He finishes bluntly, the tears he had tried to hide had began falling down his face, just as yours had at the site of him.

You watch as Jin grabs Yoongis arm, stopping him intervening in Jungkooks confession.

“I’m so sorry Jungkook.” Hoseok is the first to respond to him, instinctively wrapping him in an embrace forcing your hands to be separated as Jungkook hugged him back.

“I’m beyonf sorry I never meant to make you feel less or feel unsafe with me. Not just because of my job but because I care about you. You can be whenever you want to with me and I promise you I’ll never do anything that makes you feel as if I am judging you again. No matter whether you are submissive, dominant or in between all sides of you are valid. All sides of you are special.” Hoseok focused on Jungkook intently, as if he was the only person in the room.

“I said the same thing to yn last night but I’ll say it to you now - I know I don’t deserve forgiveness however if you could find it within yourself to give me another chance I would feel so grateful.” Hobi all but pleads, his voice thick with sincerity.

Jungkook looks towards you for a moment. Although you was unsure wether it was for comfort or acceptance you sent him a gentle smile accompanied by a slight nod.

You look to Jin who just smiles back at you, a look of pride on his face. As he mouths the words “it’s okay.”

Your heart melts at the way Jungkook pulls hobi into a hug, his flailed expression morphing into one of happiness, his eyes glistening although not with the tears of sadness, with the relief that things are once again okay, even just for a moment.

Jimin steps forward hastily, his presence lurking in the shadow of you making you turn to him, a faint smile on your face as you step out of the way, allowing him to approach Jungkook.

“Can we talk too?” Jimin asks, shuffling from one foot to another.

Jungkook bites his lip for a moment before nodding eagerly. “I think we should.” Hoseok steps back, reclaiming his seat in the table.

“Yn?” The sound of your name comes out quietly from Tae behind you, without thinking you all but run to him, evading your arms around him like a protective barrier.

You allow yourself to focus on everyone else in the house, Yoongi and Jin had began playing food, Hosoek was watching the conversation between Jimin and Jungkook unfold, Namjoon however was watching you, concern clear on his face.

“Is everything okay?” You question, you hand fluttering through the pups curls.

“Just want you.” He breaths, his head burrowing itself deeper into your chest.

You giggle lightly, squeezing your arms around his frame. “Im right here silly.”

“Yn?” His voice wavers.

“Yes baby?”

He sniffles quietly, clearing his throat as his grip on you tightens. “Don’t be mad at Jimin forever, he hates himself for messing up. I forgave him and so did Jungkook. Will you?”

Your eyes waver on Jimin, before glancing towards everyone else. Jungkooks laughter although quiet had returned, the eldest members on the house could be seen carrying plates of food to the table where both Namjoon and Hobi were having their own conversation.

“I can.” You insist.

The persistent but absentminded fiddling of his fingers paused, his grip loosening as he pulls back to look at you. The sparkle in his golden brown eyes retuned as if he was finally content. “Can we all hug now?”

You grin and nod. “Only if they agree pup.”

Taehyung stands up proudly, coughing dramatically to draw everyone’s attention to which they gave it. “Something wrong?”

“I’m glad you asked Yoongi Hyung.” You watch as he claps his hand in your direction, almost as if he was introducing you.

“Yn wants us all to hug.” You freeze, your mouth struggling to work. “I did not!” You deflect, throwing a pillow at him.

Taehyung recovers fast, his hands locking into yours as he pulls you off the couch. “Come on everyone, are you really going to deny yn?”

You hear the snickers and groans of the other members as they all flocked towards you. “This is so gay.” Namjoon laughs.

“Blame tae.” You state bluntly.

“Are we okay?” The doms breath is hot on your neck causing you to draw your breath in hastily. “I want to see you and Jimin in my room after breakfast.”

“Noted baby girl.” Hobi chuckles, sending a shiver down your spine.

Both the impromptu group hug and the family breakfast go smoothly, the energy in the house calming back to its natural state. You excuse yourself first after your offer to help clean up was declined by the youngest members who had made a bet on who could clean the most dishes in 30 seconds. Although, you was unsure what the prize was and it was clear they had no idea either.

You barely processed the footsteps behind you as a pair of arms lift you up an unexpected squeal erupting from your mouth as you’re tossed onto the bed. “Missed me?”

Your heart beats melodies as your eyes wander around Jimins face. “I did indeed.”

He looks a mess; eyes puffy, face still pale but even so his beauty was outstanding. “Are we okay now? Do you think you can forgive me?”

Your eyes flutter shut as his plump lips take to your sensitive neck.”mhm now kiss me.”

You fall so deeply into the kiss, your body going limp as his fingers trace your body. Your skin burning as if he is setting a fire across you. You moan wantonly into his mouth as the tip of his finger brushes against the thin waistband of your shorts.

“Am I interrupting?” Your eyes widen, head moving in search of the voice until you finally set your sights on him - your master.

“Started without me huh princess? You couldn’t wait just a little.” He grins wolfishly. “I’m not surprised, I know how desperate you can get.” He shrugs, sending a quick wink to Jimin who releases you from under him, taking a step back from the bed as Hoseok fills his place.

You shiver, the ache between your legs growing tenfold. “Sorry Master.”

“You’re lucky today is all about you my little slut.” His voice is low, rhythmic. His thumb pads over your lips, causally slipping between them into your mouth.

He hums his appraisal. “Such a good girl for me.”

You whine back, hips thrusting against him. You attempt to beg for his touch but the words come out muffled around his thumb. “What was that?” He goads you, his voice laced with fake sympathy.

Don’t play with her too much.” Jimin teases, Hosoeks eyes darken, “okay peaches whatever you say.” Your heart pauses for a moment, worried there would be some kind of argument but you’re met with the sweet laughter of Jimin.

Instantly, the energy in the room shifts as you’re flipped over, your stomach pressed against the sheets as your clothes are being pulled off you; giving you no time to adjust to the situation.

Your hand reaches out, needy for any kind of connection when a hand wraps around your wrist, guiding you to the figure now standing in-front of you. “So pretty. Open that mouth of yours and show me how much of a good girl you can be, show me how much you deserve an orgasm.” The addictive tone of his voice soothes you, whilst simultaneously making your pussy throb.

You widen your jaw instinctively, your tongue dropping to rest against your bottom lip as Jimin pushes his pants down, his hard cock springing free.

You hear Hoseok shuffle behind you, instinctively you look back towards him, the excitement becoming overwhelming however you soon realise your mistake as you’re met with His predatory grin, the dark glint in his eyes forces you still. “Did I tell you to look at me?”

You shake your head, eyes casting downwards, your nervousness weighing you down.

He tuts. “Naughty slut today are we?”

Your ass is met with three hits, each one heavier than the last. “Watch your mouth before I turn this little setting into a punishment.” He chastises, uncaring to soothe the redness you can feel spreading.

“Y-yes m-master.” You stutter, a moan trapped in your throat at the sudden impact. Your attention is turned back to Jimin as his hand entangled within your hair as he harshly pulls you back to face him. “Focus here.” He demands and you don’t question him even as you hear hobi snicker behind you.

His voice still commanding you. “I’m going to tie your hands up, i will leave it loose enough that you can click your fingers, if you need to stop- to use your safe work click your fingers twice.” You feel him wrap the thin rope around your wrists, not tight enough that you can’t move but not loose enough that you could escape without help. “There are scissors beside the bed in case we need to remove the ropes instantly. Can you tell me your colour?” Hoseok stills, his movement depending on your answer.

“Green.” You affirm.

You stay still and Silent as he finishes up, it’s hard to stay focused as jimins cock dangles in front of you, his eyes lidded with desire. “Can you click baby?” Jimin asks, his tone softer than before.

You click twice, showcasing your ability to do so.

“Now let’s fuck you the way you need it right baby?” Jimin grins, a condescending mirth across his face, your power feeling non existent against him.

You groan as you feel Hoseoks tip align with your entrance, just as Jimins cock does with your mouth. They fuck into you at the same time both men merciless with your holes. Behind you the breathless moans of Hoseok fill the room, cusses spewing from his mouth as he fucks himself into you deeper, Jimins words of praise flooding your mind the way his pre cum floods across your tongue.

You focus on breathing through your nose and keeping your jaw lax allowing him an easier entrance to your mouth. “Such a cock hungry slut aren’t you? I bet your cunt is dripping at the way you’re gagging on me.” Jimin chuckles lowly and you can’t help but tighten yourself around Hoseok in response.

You feel your masters hands squeezing your ass, separating your cheeks. “Maybe Jimin should come and fuck your ass, show him how much of a desperate girl you really are.”

“ungh..uh…” any agreement you try to show comes out muffled at the intrusion in your throat. Your vision blurs as you eyes water at the way Jimin relentlessly fucks your mouth, his cock repeatedly slamming into you. “You look so pretty with your drool all over you. You’re enjoying this aren’t you baby?” Jimin breaths through a rough groan.

You roll your eyes back, your head drooping at the arousal submerging you. The blanket between your legs provides your clit with friction every time Hosoek bottoms into you, the stimulation electrifying every nerve on your body.

“Wanna cum down your throat doll.” Jimins grunts, his thrusts becoming full of desperation as he chases his orgasm.

You whine against him, too full to speak.

Your head is held still, your nose practically touching Jimins stomach as he snaps his hips one last time, you feel the familiar salty but warm liquid trickle down your throat in streaks. He groans as he pulls out of you, his chest heaving. His grip in your hair loosens although he doesn’t move his hand away completely. Your body goes slump without him holding you up. “Such a good doll for me. What do good dolls say?”

Your heart skips a beat at his praise. “Thank you Sir.” you pant, your body drained.

Before you can recover or even catch your breath Hoseoks thrusts become rough, your attention refocusing on him despite the way Jimin plays with your hair. “Master please” you beg, trying to push yourself back onto his cock.

Your orgasm continues to rise within you, the familiar pressure growing within your stomach. “You want to cum already princess?” He asks , pulling you closer to him by your hips.

You nod lazily, your tied hands reaching back to find him onto to be met with empty air. “pl-fuck-please master.”

“Maybe I should just let you cum.” His voice wraps you in a security blanket, your hope for release growing as the usual sharp tone of his dominant voice dropped for a second before he steals it away. “But then again where’s the fun in that?”

You sob as his thrusts hit full force, his hands maintaining a deathly grip on your hips. A delirious cloud fogging your brain as your orgasm begins to overpower you, the tightening in your stomach alarming you that it’s only seconds away. “I can’t stop I’m going to cum I can’t- I can’t fuck please- no oh fuck no.” Meaningless babbles spew from your lips as your masters cock attacks your g-spot. You knew exactly what he was doing and so did you.

“You’re going to hold it and I’m going to cum in this pretty little pussy of yours okay? You know Yoongi already told you that you couldn’t cum unless you had permission. Did you really think I wouldn’t know? Now be an obedient pet and take it.”

Your voice is muffled as you hide within the sheets looking for some protection from the way you’re being fucked, tears streaming down your face as you whine against him, unable to hold back your own orgasm at the filthy words he aims at you. You attempt to respond but you can’t even manage to breathe right as your unexpected and forbidden orgasm rips through you, your moans turn to screams as his cock pounds into you a few more times before he pulls your hair back, forcing your head up to see a figure in front of you. Jimins lips graze agains your mouth, his teeth biting into your lip. Your body thrashes around as the excessive stimulation becomes unbearable. You’re cum coating Hoseoks cock in a thick layer.

He lets out chuckle followed by husky curses and moans. “You are so fucked but first I’m going to fill you up with my cum.” The tone to his voice has you freezing. Even in this state you knew what that voice held however your fear subsided momentarily as he fucks his cum into you, tears steam down your face, your body and mind feeling euphoric.

“wan’ your cum master.” You pathetically whine, rutting against him with all the energy you could muster.

After a few more quick thrusts he slides out of you, both his and your cum dripping down your thighs. “You did so good baby girl.” A voice coos although you’re unsure who.

The ropes around your wrists disappear and you welcome the freedom.

“Can you stand up?” You recognise Jimin as he places kisses against your sweaty forehead.

You groan. “Okay let me get a cloth.” Hoseok comes into your eye line, crouching beneath you, his clothes back on as if nothing had happened the only indication you had fucked being the throbbing between your legs.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it.” You mumble shamefully. The feeling of failing much more emotionally draining than you remember.

“We can deal with that later.” He shushes you, sliding your head onto his lap as you wrap your arms around his thigh, your fingers gripping the fabric of his sweatpants.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper again, this time with tears falling from your eyelashes. “Are you crying?” Hobi asks, his voice soft, concerned.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asks, rushing to you. The warm cloth making you wince as it presses against your sensitivity.

“I think it’s sub drop.” Hobi whispers to him, you’re unable to hear his response through your own silent cries. “I tried to hold it I really did.” You plead, unsure who your words are directed at.

You feel your body shift as you’re pulled into a pair of arms, the blanket thrown off the bed before you’re placed back on the cold sheets. “I’ll get a blanket.” Hosoek mumbles to Jimin. “Okay Hyung.”

“Hyung?” You ask, he had never said that before.

“Yes Hyung.” He confirms, his fingers trailing up and down your back.

“Why Hyung?” You ask in between sniffles.

“Because we spoke yesterday, we worked things out between us and I realised that he may not be the worst person. We started in this house on a misunderstanding, one that I think we resolved enough for him to be my Hyung.” He explains, you can feel his eyes focused on you although shame stops you from looking back.

Before you can think too much a blanket is draped over you, Hobi joining your right side.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“mhm.” You respond, although it wasn’t the most truthful.

“Doll we can’t help you if you don’t talk to us, we can’t have scenes anymore if you can’t communicate.” he explains honestly, to which Jimin agrees.

You bury your head into Jimins neck as you explain your inner turmoil. “I feel like I failed you both. I guess I wanted to prove to you that I was strong, that I’m not weak because I have a submissive nature.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Jimin cups your face bringing you up to face him. “We made a mistake when we said those things, one that we both regret. You are one of the strongest women I know.” Your eyes well up at the way he looks at you, his eyes full of adoration.

“Yesterday was one of my most shameful moments.” Hobi leans over, his hand running through your hair. “You don’t have to prove anything, you are strong.”

You can’t hold back the choked cries any longer, the pressure of the previous day makes your emotional jar overflow. Neither of them say anything as you cry, tear tears soaking the shirt Jimin had put on as hobi reassuringly rubs your back.

The next time anyone speaks there’s a soft knock at the door. “I’ll get it.” hobi confirms. You miss his presence immediately, whining for him to return.

“Is she okay?” You recognise Jins voice, peeking up to get a look at him. His face still as his eyes look past the younger man directly onto you.

“Jinnie.” You whisper, before long he reaches your side.

“We will be downstairs okay baby?” Jimin informs you before both he and hoseok leave the room. You didn’t mind too much safe in Jins presence.

“This is so hard.” You huff, your eyes puffy and red.

“I know but it’s nearly over okay?” He soothes you, his warm hands brushing the stray tears from your flushed cheeks.

“I just feel so worn out.” You admit the words honestly. As much as you loves the house the pressure of eliminations grew heavy.

“Why don’t you take a nap? I’ll be here when you wake up and then if you need to we can talk a little?”

You don’t say anything, accepting his proposition silently.

It’s still daylight when you wake up, you wonder the time not that you’re fully able to check a body is slumped over yours.

“You’re awake?” You’re startled by Yoongis voice.

You wipe your eyes with the only free hand you had, you see Jungkook had successfully wrapped his arms around your other, securing you to him. “You’re here?” You ask back with a smile.

“I missed you.” He chuckled, his voice no more than a hushed whisper, mindful of the sleeping boy. “You didn’t miss me.” Jin snickers to the right of you.

“Please leave your lovers squirrel for later, there is a child sleeping.” You laughed.

“I’m not a child and I’m not asleep.” Jungkooks voice was gruff, as if he was on the border between consciousness and the blissful unawareness that sleep brings.

You ruffle his hair. “Sorry baby.”

“Are you okay? Hyung said you was crying.” He asks, his eyes full of wonder.

“I’m okay now you’re here.” You lean forward as much as you can, giving him a short hug before letting your body fall back against Yoongis shoulder.

His lips curl up in a smile, his front teeth becoming exposed as he sits up. “Can we go eat now?”

“Only if you carry me.” You stretch your arms out lazily.

He dramatically sighs making both jin and yoongi laugh. “But I’m a child.”

“Come here you big baby I’ll carry you.” Jin picks you up in one swift motion. An endearing look across his face as you watch yoongi kiss Jungkook before lacing his fingers in between the others.

And once again the reality that you was the most lucky person alive hit you, leaving you with a smile and feeling of content that even the worst of storms couldn’t steal.

[shadamyheadcanons]

Headcanon #264: Valentine’s Day 2

When I read this ask, I immediately thought, “No way. I have SO MANY. I’ll NEVER think of another one in time. I’ll just link the ones I’ve already made, like this one, and this one, or the one I can’t find, or even that story I wrote where Amy’s a cupid...”

And then I thought of this thing two minutes later. Creativity is a limitless resource, kids.

--

Shadow hated Valentine’s Day from the start. It started with the typical reasons: it commercialized and commodified love and excluded a multitude of people by its very nature. Even those in relationships often complained about the “burden” of giving their loved ones gifts, irritating Shadow even further, and the fact that he’d never dated anyone even into adulthood made things worse. His loathing of the holiday was so strong that it prompted others to joke that he simply hated love, but nothing could be farther from the truth.

More than anything, though, he hated what it did to Amy Rose.

This was a consistent observation of his for years, even long before he developed feelings for her. Seeing the very embodiment of love have to hide her pain and tough her way through Valentine’s Day, of all days, felt fundamentally wrong and upsetting to him. The rejection she suffered every year--whether because Sonic was taken or simply because he wasn’t interested and had to gently let her down once more--was easier to see every year, and the more he grew to care for her, the worse it got.

Amy could see just as well as anyone how miserable Shadow always got. She called him one year and offered to “just hang out” on Valentine’s Day, figuring a good day with a friend would be far better than a sad day alone for both of them.

His reaction wasn’t what she was expecting. She’d never heard him sound so happy. It got even weirder when she met him at the restaurant, only to find he’d gotten dressed up. Sure, she was wearing a cute outfit, too, but “Palentine’s Day,” as she’d mentally been calling it, demanded such things. Getting dressed up simply made it more fun, she’d thought. She shrugged and figured he’d had the same idea.

The weirdness didn’t stop there. He’d bought a box of chocolates for her from her favorite bakery. She smiled, confused.

“Shadow, this is so sweet! You really went all out for this, huh?”

He nodded very seriously. “Of course. You’re important to me.”

She held a hand over her heart. “Aww, thank you! You’re important to me, too! But...” His ears perked up, and she smiled sheepishly. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble just because you felt bad for me. I feel bad that I didn't bring anything for you.”

His ears flattened against his head. “Amy, I didn’t do it because I felt bad for you. I did it because I like seeing you happy.”

“It’s okay. I know I’m a wreck this time of year,” she admitted, smiling wryly. She reached out and held his hands over the table. “And you’re a great friend for noticing!”

The elated grin that had started spreading over his cheeks from the contact stopped in its tracks at her words. His face went blank. “What?”

She nodded, grinning brightly. “For sure! And who knows, maybe next year will be different for both of us! Maybe I’ll finally win Sonic’s heart! And you’re a great guy, Shadow. I just know you could get anyone you wanted!” She frowned at his lack of reaction. “Shadow? Are you alright...?”

Shadow wasn’t looking at her. He was shaking and staring down at their hands. His eyes suddenly clenched shut, and he gritted his teeth. “You’re wrong.”

His hands were gripping hers more tightly than before. Her heart flooded with concern. “What do you mean?”

His head snapped back up. His expression was anguished and his eyes were watering, though he wouldn’t let any tears fall. “You’re wrong. I can’t have anyone I want,” he snapped. “I can’t even have the one person I do want!”

Her jaw dropped. Before she could respond, he tore his hands away and placed a bouquet of her favorite flowers on the table. “Chaos control!”

“Shadow wait--!”

He was gone in a flash. Shocked, Amy looked back down at the daffodils and read the tag.

Here’s to a happy Valentine’s Day and hopefully many more to come. Yours, Shadow

Amy covered her mouth and gasped, horrified.

What have I done?

--

Shadow was still a gentleman about the whole ordeal. He’d secretly cornered the waiter before he left to pay the bill, though Amy didn’t feel she deserved that. When she tried to contact him afterward, he didn’t ignore her, just said that he needed a little time.

This, of course, left her with plenty of time to commiserate and berate herself for her mistakes, intentional or not. Friends tried to talk her down about it, but everyone kind of hit a wall in consoling her once “I asked a guy out on Valentine’s Day” came up, particularly when most of her friends thought Shadow’s feelings for her were common knowledge.

Looking back, she should’ve guessed something was up when Cream congratulated her on “finally asking him.”

The incident also forced her to confront a harsh truth about herself: as obsessed as she was about romance, she really didn’t know much about it at all. Before the end of the “not-date,” she’d enjoyed herself in a way she never did with Sonic. There was a grounded, stable feeling she’d always craved deep down, and she couldn’t deny how nice it was to have someone who cared for her, who remembered her favorite bakery, her favorite flowers, and who was nothing but a gentleman even after she’d hurt him.

A few weeks passed. It wasn’t enough for a full about-face, but she knew she was ready to give love--real love--a try.

Shadow eventually showed up on her porch. She opened the door, and he visibly took a deep breath.

“I apologize for my rude departure on the fourteenth. Given your crush on Sonic, I should have clarified my feelings from the beginning to avoid any misunderstandings,” he recited. It was clear he’d rehearsed his apology. “I truly value our friendship, and though I do still harbor romantic feelings for you, I will happily set aside--”

“Will you go out with me?”

Shadow blinked at the interruption and stopped in his tracks. “What?”

“I want to go out with you. Like, romantically. As a date.”

They both just stared at each other, wide-eyed and awkward, until Shadow laughed in disbelief and broke the silence. “Yeah. I mean...yes. Of course.”

A rush of air left Amy’s lungs in relief. She laughed breathlessly and stepped forward to pull Shadow into a hug. “I’m so sorry. I was an idiot, I--”

He held her close and stroked his fingers soothingly through her quills. “It’s fine.”

Amy was right about one thing. The next Valentine’s Day was far better for both of them.

--

((I realize this bears a significant resemblance to a story of mine, Shadow Sensations, but rather than worry about the overlap, I’ll just recommend it if you liked this headcanon. There’s a lot more humor in that one.))

[stormxpadme]

​Whumptober 2022 No. 18 - “Just get it over with.”

2020

"You're beautiful like this, you know."

Usually, when Raven was attacked from out of nowhere outside her city and woke up in some far-off deserted woods, pinned to the frozen bark of some broad tree with razor-sharp blades through both her shoulders? She would have expected the person responsible to turn out either a certain Westchester resident or one of the millions of humans she'd managed to piss off in her lifetime. Opening her eyes with a pained groan, only to lay eyes at no other than her own flesh and blood – that was a new low even for this already shitty decade. Her first instincts to pull what looked like actual, swear-to-God rapiers from her body, morph the worst of bleedings close and bash the asshole's face in was all stopped short the moment she felt the broad metal band around her neck, saw a lazy red blink on it from the corner of her eye, along with this disgusting white color of her slave shape, the blonde, short curls of which were blowing around her face in that same cutting winter storm that had her tremble against the painful restraints in spite of her thick coat. Inhibitor. Where the fuck had this guy who'd hardly been able to keep himself alive on his own when they'd last met and fled from all drama of mutant world first chance he'd got, a fucking inhibitor? This … got weirder by the second. "What …?"

  "Of course, you're beautiful when you're blue, too." Kurt didn't even let her speak, not in the mood to listen to any of her – in this condition admittedly pretty weak attempts at – manipulations this time. He wrapped his tail a little tighter around himself at where he was watching her, perched on the branch of some pine tree opposite her, a mirthless grin revealing his pointed teeth. "You ever think how unfair it is that He gave you so much perfection both as a human and as a mutant? And yet you chose to be such a soulless bitch inside."

  “Just get it over with.” Raven had no idea what had happened to that guy or why he thought he had to come to piss her off after all these decades, but she found herself increasingly disinterested. Let him come close enough for her to wrap her legs around his thin neck and break it clean, sure. Afterward, she could look for the key for that damn collar in his clothes or just wait for one of her people to track her down out here. Judging by her, safe for her wounds, still comparably stable condition, she didn't think more than a few hours had passed, the sun just beginning to set behind these woods so far from any civilization. They'd come to find her if she wasn't in by nightfall. She wasn't about to spend that time with moral lectures on top of a week's worth of an annoying healing. "Come on, Wagner, save us both some time. I'm sure you have another one of these ridiculous little butter knives somewhere under that coat. Little late in the year for the Halloween pirate look, by the way."

  "I didn’t come to kill you."

  "Could have fooled me." Raven nodded down on those holes in her shoulders and winced a little because that movement definitely wasn't a good idea right now. Oh, she would rip that bastard open the moment he got close enough.

  He probably knew that, because he didn't make a single move to approach her, just crossed his legs on that branch in a little balance act reminding her of those tricks she'd seen him do back then when she'd come to watch him from afar in his circus a couple of times. "You should work on your charm. Then people wouldn't have to choose such drastic measures to get you to listen."

  "Three lovers and two girlfriends say, I'm charming enough," she retorted, just to see him wince but had to suppress one of her own then because in spite of her body being half numb with coldness, those spots that kept on spreading rusty red all over her expensive clothes were really starting to burn and throb now. Keeping her focus became harder by the second, with the blood loss starting to attack her strength reserves. Maybe she needed at least to try and be nice long enough to Jack Sparrow-guy to be sure she could indeed get out of here in time. "So do people who drop by my home and ask. You know, nicely."

  "We're done with nice," Kurt said as if the whole running her through with swords and kidnapping her hadn't been enough of a hint. "Were, ever since you tossed me in a river as a baby to safe your skin, if you need to know."

  Huh. Well, someone had run into a couple of people who apparently were dying for Raven to cut their damn tongues out. "What, you want an apology? Have you met me?"

  "You lied to me." His eyes were flashing a bright yellow of deep hurt and anger, a snarl escaping his lips as if that was seriously the worst thing he could have come to blame her for here. Thinking about it, about him and how she'd got to know the kid, it probably was.

  She let out a harsh laugh, breathing through the pain raging through her arms once more when her chest was heaving. "I lie to everyone. Why should you be so special?"

  "Because I'm your fucking son?!" When Raven only raised a bored, biding brow at him, Kurt rolled his eyes and finally jumped from his high ground. "Or how about that: Without me, you would have no idea about what's coming until your city is razed to the ground."

  Now they were talking. The startled rush of adrenaline even chased away that disgusting weakness of agony from her mind instantly. Raven didn't think Kurt was trying to bullshit her, mostly because doubted the kid was actually physically able to. And that meant she had to get back home even faster now and raise up all defenses, no matter if it was someone in Westchester throwing a hissy fit over the Brotherhood's existence once more, the government changing their mind about their immunity or possibly Frost having escaped her cryo prism. None of those any option that would make her day any better. Thinking about it, having another highly skilled helper by her side in such an unpleasant situation might actually be welcome for once, no matter how much they hated each other's guts. "If you care about that place so much, you could have come by earlier."

  "And lead my pursuer right to your city, after all that you went through to hide it from the public? Don’t think so. Not that I could give a shit about you and your bunch of murdering perverts there getting your asses kicked but there are children and thousands of innocents there."

  Well, or maybe not. Cooperation with someone who was apparently still hung up over one little misstep against one of Kurt's old friends with the X-Men, an ugly crime of someone who'd not even been part of Raven's team anymore at that point? Not worth the headache. "We can defend ourselves. No matter against whom."

  "Even against Azazel?" Kurt nodded grimly when Mystique's eyes went wide and she gasped, her first instinct to try and free herself from these blades before another, far more capable attack from behind could possibly happen, immediately resurfacing.

  She forced herself to keep still just to not give Kurt the satisfaction, trying to get her racing thoughts under control. Damnit, and here she'd been certain she'd heard the last of that issue. "So you know. He found you?"

  Kurt grimaced with even more disgust than he was harboring for her which was an achievement all by itself, she guessed, and leaned back against the tree he'd been sitting on, wisely still keeping away. "Something like that. Wasn’t particularly looking for me but every one that his rotten seed produced in the last few decades. He wants to use all his spawns to conquer the world."

  Well, about time. The last apocalypse had gone down almost two years ago. Maybe not a bad moment to look into these mutant space stations that a couple of people Raven hated with all her heart but could suck up to if she really needed to, were building right now. "How’s that my problem?"

  Kurt took an exaggerated look north. "Anyone else in your city who fucked a demon lately?"

  "Again, you're in the wrong place if you're looking for an apology, kid." Now that she knew what she had to prepare for, Mystique's patience with the conversation was growing even thinner.

  "How about atonement for once then? I could point you to the right office." Kurt demonstratively played with the small silver cross he was wearing around his neck. "Works even when you're not asking, by the way. If you get your shit together for once and use your powers for something useful. Like preventing father from killing off every one among our kind not worthy in his eyes. Everyone who can blend in, everyone without marks and features. Those, he'll weed out first before he'll enslave humanity and kill everyone in his way."

  "Still not my problem, as long as I got no people around me insisting on robbing me of my powers." Raven squinted at this hated human shape of hers again.

  "About 80 % of your city's population won't be so lucky," Kurt reminded her just a tad too quietly, his demonstrative harshness and indifference to her own starting to wane. Try as he might, he couldn't hide that somewhere in that damn bleeding heart of his, he was still trying to see her as something she was not, no matter how often he got disappointed. It was almost charming. "You're gonna rule Morlocks next for a lack of option?"

  "I won't have to. He's not strong enough. The number of his people is far too small, always was." Raven put it on her less than ideal condition that the too fast, too shrill tone in her voice sounded a lot like she was trying to convince herself mostly, something that had never worked out since she'd left this period of her life behind if she was being honest with herself for once.

  "Stop bluffing." That unbelievably sad smile on Kurt's lips did nothing to soothe that slightly unsettling clench of her guts at every attempt of consideration as to how to fend off this new catastrophe and far too many of those calculations ending with quite an unsatisfying number indeed. Yeah, definitely not a bad time to invest in plans for a space shuttle. "Or have you never met his army in person? Were you too busy getting his clothes off him back then to actually care what and who he …?" He paused his new series of insults, his eyes widening when he saw something in hers he hadn't expected. Something she'd rather have liked to keep buried in the suppressed depths of her subconsciousness herself, firmly convinced that she'd never have to deal with it again as long as she kept her distance from the underworld. "No, that's not it at all, is it? You've been there. He brought you and you couldn't deal with it. That's why you never went back to him though he could have given you so much more power than Magneto was ever capable of. You're afraid because his power set and all of his followers' are perfectly crafted to beat yours."

  "Unlike Erik, I always had a pretty realistic estimation of things that are bigger than me," Raven admitted reluctantly because if Azazel got his hands on him, Kurt would have learned certain details anyway. "Why do you think I gave up New York? What I'm doing up here?"

  "Hiding." It wasn't anywhere near to a reproach and certainly not the mocking that others would have spat that depressing word out with. Being in alliance with certain arch-enemies of hers, Raven doubted it had bothered Kurt a lot when the Brotherhood had significantly scaled down their former global aims regarding their rule. He'd always had that unnerving habit of trying to keep her safe, even now when he'd come to annoy her a bit by cutting through easily mended muscle tissue and warn her about the probably deadliest threat in her life since that damn firebird had last decided to stop by at Milky Way. "You knew he'd come once we were rid of Phoenix for good. She was the one obstacle he couldn't get by. You're not one. Not alone. So you walled yourself in and closed your eyes."

  "Bold of someone to say who went under for 20 years." She couldn't help but actually smile for a moment. Probably the tiredness and increasing heaviness in her body and mind. Fuck, she needed to get out of here.

  A slight velvet tint to Kurt's surprisingly smooth skin revealed Raven had actually landed a hit for once, all without reaching for a gun or a blade on her own. "I needed to be alone after the Inferno. Little spiritual crisis, I guess."

  "Never could have guessed," she remarked with another look at that stupid 18th-century coat and the outlines of more daggers she could make out under it. "That’s why you ditched the tattoos, too? You look surprisingly fresh for a 50-year-old, by the way."

  "Not doing so badly for pushing hundred yourself." He managed a friendlier grin this time and finally brought himself to approach, albeit still too far from her to get her legs on him … And maybe the need for that had vanished anyway. "I got half his blood, and you regenerate. I don't think either of us will be granted the release of long sleep soon. And as for those …" He absently ran his fingertips over his cheek where those ridiculous marks had used to be. "Turns out, having spiritual crises includes a lot of sin. Ran out of skin, and the first ones faded, so I didn't really see a point in renewing. Besides …" He pulled down the collar of his trenchcoat and shirt for a moment, revealing a lot more hair on his chest than was normal. "Yeah, that's a thing that started to happen since I spent time in his dimension to find out what he's up to. It's spreading. My body is not done yet with combining your guys' powers into weird things."

  "You're the beautiful one," Raven said honestly because apparently she was already running a fever from infections and she tended to get chatty when she was compromised but also, it was simply true.

  She'd fucked up more often in her life than she allowed herself to admit, but deciding to leave this seed of her own to develop in its own way hadn't been one of her mistakes. Now that he was no longer hiding behind some made-up morals …

  Maybe there was hope for this worst-case scenario regarding Azazel that she'd feared for so long after all. And if not, she could still buy that ticket to the next best inhabitable spot outside this galaxy. "And stronger than he is because you have purpose and a compass instead of just hunger. I appreciate the warning, kid, but somehow, I'm not worried we'll be in trouble once you're through with whatever crusade you're planning. If you still want to call it that after ditching that whole priest cosplay, of course."

  "I don't need a white collar to have faith or do the right thing." Kurt unexpectedly teleported himself right in front of her and ripped both his weapons out of her body, too fast to even think about reacting or trying to defend herself when she didn't need to, because he caught her before she could even fall, her senses failing her for a moment. When she came about to fully again, he'd got her halfway out of her coat and was busy, wrapping firm bandages he'd cut from his shirt around her shoulders because of course he would.

  "You realize that's brave of you, trusting me not to kill you after you just made holes in me, right?" she murmured over her shoulder, without even half the energy she'd have needed to actually try and stab someone through the chest with one of her one weapons who could vanish in the blink of an eye anyway. In fact, before she could even move an arm that was hurting far too much to even think about that right now. No need for that as long as she wasn't threatened again. Not to mention, fileting a potential new ally would have been exceptionally stupid. Or maybe all these explanations were really just boiling down to the one big excuse that she didn't want the boy dead.

  "You can't," Kurt stated with the same faith he had in his God for some reason, and annoyingly enough, she thought he might be right. "Same the other way round. I came to warn you and I did. The rest is up to you. If you really think you'll be safe from him in your little ice fortress forever after you tried to kill his first heir right after birth, no one can help you."

  "Is that what you want? Help? For us to work together?" Maybe recruiting a new partner wouldn't be half as difficult as expected.

  "It's what I always wanted. But I'm not selling my soul for it and I'm not forcing anyone." The last knot into place he got up quicker than she could, not entirely happy obviously to trust her all the way yet, which was healthier for him, too. "Keep north. One of your peoples' sleds is nearby already."

  "Where are you going?" That goodbye suddenly came a lot faster than expected.

  Kurt snorted and wrapped himself in his own trench coat again. "Since when do you care?"

  "I don’t." It was a lie so blatantly transparent, it was almost shameful. "But if you’re right and he comes to find me before you can take him out, he becomes our problem. I need a way to let you know."

  "I’ll get a mobile and mail you my number." He silently grinned to himself, and she somehow had a funny feeling he knew exactly, she wasn't just aiming for a reluctant one-time mission here. But after she'd ignored and made him wait for all his life, it was probably just fair for him to turn the tables on her now.

  Didn't mean she'd make that easy for him. "Settle down," she interrupted him once again when he already raised his hand in a brief gesture of goodbye.

  "Where?" His expression suddenly seemed very tired, very hopeless. "Do you not know he leeches on to his heirs? I can only 'port with at least one blade out in the open lest he could always be there in his Dimension to hop onto my back when I pass by. I can't risk taking him to anyone I create bonds with."

  "Then go somewhere where he gets his ass kicked when he does. Where they can protect you." Yes. Definitely the fever talking. Raven leaned her head back against the tree she'd just been pinned to with a groan about her own sentimentalities. If she'd had the choice, she'd taken the boy somewhere else entirely but there were some things that even her city with all the powers residing within couldn't protect itself and others from.

  "That's not what I do. I'm a shepherd." He crossed his arms stubbornly again but couldn't hide that faint longing in his voice completely. 20 years of running were too long.

  "A shepherd. Right." Raven had to try hard not to use her knife on the guy, after all, just to cut that stupid cross off him. "You're haunted by literal demons and still think, Catholics got the right version of the story?"

  "I don't." For a moment he was that lost, stumbling boy again that Xavier had taken in back then to turn him into one of his idealistic bootlickers, staring at a sky where at most, death in the shape of hostile foreigners and crazy alien bitches were waiting but surely no protection, his mind, focus, and defenses wide open. He might have got a shiny new look and learned how to fence and curse, but that guy definitely still needed a lot of training. "But their version is based on the right principles. And it's comforting."

  Mystique would have given a lot for a couple of painkiller injections right now so she could at least move again without feeling like blacking out, for something as simple as approaching that suddenly very young-looking figure, do as much as put a hand on his shoulder. With the blood loss not anywhere near repaired yet, the cell reconstruction arduous and slow, a hot bath with healing herbs and a couple of good duels in the arena to watch was exactly what she could use to clear her mind of all weakness tonight. But first, she needed to make sure, Kurt would start actually getting ready for what would probably soon befall both of them. "If you want to serve some God, become what you think he's made you into once you learned the world isn't half as kind as you. A warrior for your cause."

  He refused fiercely but it looked more and more stubborn and less convinced. "I can't risk that as long as I have a tail that's not half as awesome as mine."

  "There's a place where that doesn't matter. They got what I can't provide you with. Telepaths. They can shield your mind so it's safe from his tracking spells. Might even make sure you can 'port again without watching your back, with time. And then you're more than welcome with us."

  Kurt's grin was growing again with every of Raven's most reluctant words, every of her shudders just at the thought that she might be ending up having to call Summers' condescending ass regularly from now on to make sure no one was fucking with her kid. "Are you seriously sending me to your sworn enemies?"

  "I'm doing what I should have when you were born," she gave back through gritted teeth. "Making sure you got a home. And a place where I can send an Uber to when I got a demon knocking on my door."

  "I think I’ll stick to 'porting." He straightened himself again and nodded towards her with something that looked at least like a basic amount of respect, getting ready to leave once more.

  "Next time you 'port here, do it without a pair of rapiers in my shoulder or you might up with a knife somewhere where it really hurts yourself." A last warning she just still had to give him because one thing Azazel and her shared was their temper. Next time she would know what to look out for in an attack from mid-air.

  "No promises." Kurt showed her all of his teeth, gleefully. "The inhibitor key is frozen in that knothole behind you, by the way. I'm sure you can find a way to melt it."

  "I think I liked priest-you better," Mystique grumbled.

  "Actual demon child, you know." He showed her a perfect little bow, ironic through and through. "That's on you. Could have used contraception."

  Raven flipped him off before he finally vanished, leaving nothing but a faint yellow dust of brimstone, but she did it with a smile.

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@whumptober | @whumptober-archive​

[ptergwen]

Peter Parker x Avenger Reader/ the reader gets stabbed on a mission and hides it from everyone. But Peter is suspicious and try’s to check. Can it end with angst please?/ if you don’t feel like it then never mind, don’t worry!!! ❤️❤️❤️

you want it to END with angst? well shit this one is gonna hurt.. literally

warnings: mentions of blood and death

“nice job, gang,” tony announces after you all pile on to the jet. “no one’s injured, no one’s dying. most importantly, i have no paperwork to sign.” he pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead. he’s sitting next to steve, who’s in the pilot’s seat. you tense up in your own. “what did i say about teamwork?” steve flashes tony one of his oh so charming smiles. “it’s all we’ve got,” sam answers, biting back a smirk.

“i don’t know about the no injuries thing, mr. stark,” peter murmurs, making your heart beat faster than it already was. has he figured it out already? “what’s that, kid?” tony wonders. he looks at him over his shoulder. “think i got a few cuts back there,” peter replies with a sheepish smile. natasha lets out a sigh. “you’re so brave.” “thanks for sharing your story,” sam adds on.

forcing out a laugh, you scoot the tiniest bit away from peter. he’s still joking around with the team. you’re trying to get out of his embrace, which is a first. his arm is wrapped tightly around your shoulders. too tightly because he’s pressing into your stab wound. it is keeping you from bleeding out, though.

you were the only one to actually get injured during the mission, but you didn’t say anything. you’d be ruining the otherwise successful night, which the team doesn’t get many of. the last person you want to find out is peter. it’s a hard secret not to share when your blood is literally on his hands.

“y/n, you’ve been awfully quiet. cat got your tongue?” tony observes with an eyebrow quirked. “thank god. let it stay that way.” bucky shoots you a wink. sam elbows his side. now that peter thinks about it, you haven’t said a word since the jet took off. “yeah, that’s a little... odd. you okay, baby?” he quietly asks, pulling you back into his side. “i... i’m just...” you wince when he squeezes you.

“i don’t have anything to say, i guess.” you’re giving peter a pained smile. “what’d i say about excuses?” steve chimes in, a knowing tone to his voice. “don’t make them,” natasha finishes for him. “what’s really bothering you, y/n?” “we’re here to listen, whatever it is.” steve glances over at you before putting his eyes back on the sky. “no, really! it’s nothing,” you insist, peter rubbing up and down your arm.

you can feel the blood starting to soak through your suit. he’ll be feeling it any second, too.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom. tell me what i miss,” you say to everyone. you’re quick getting to your feet. “i’ll go with you,” peter instantly decides. “you can’t!” you put a hand on his chest, effectively holding him back. “it’s... period stuff. that’s what’s bothering me, guys.” “there it is,” sam chuckles. “i can see that,” bucky agrees. natasha rolls her eyes at both of them.

“you know i don’t care about any of that,” peter scoffs and laces your fingers together. “can’t scare me off so easy.” if you weren’t lying and bleeding in other places, that would have been sweet. “it’s fine, pete. just stay here, okay?” you bite your lip as a wave of pain shoots through you. tony takes note of that. “ok. call me if you need anything?” peter raises both eyebrows for emphasis. “i will. alright, um... bye.”

with that, you scurry off to the bathroom. you stumble on the way there and grab on to your shoulder. that doesn’t go unnoticed by the team.

“i don’t think she’s fine,” bucky concludes after a minute. natasha laughs in disbelief. “of course she’s not! her uterus is-“ “not that!” he squeezes his eyes shut at the image she almost painted. “he’s right, kid was acting pretty weird. weirder than usual.” sam shares a look with tony. “go check on her, parker,” tony gently requests, steve frowning. peter exhales a breath he’s been holding. “yeah, i’m on it.”

you free your right arm from your suit as soon as you get to the bathroom. it’s where the wound is, and it’s really bad. blood is dripping down from your shoulder to your arm, sticking to the rest of the suit. it gets in fly away pieces of hair when you look for the source. your eyes flood with tears, lip once again between your teeth. your heart is beating so fast that if you don’t die from this, it’ll be from cardiac arrest.

you’re attempting to clean up your wound with water and toilet paper, muffled whimpers escaping you. you have no idea what you’re supposed to do, but it’s definitely not this. it stings so bad every time you touch it. silent tears fall down your face while you continue taking care of yourself the best you can.

a sudden knock at the door makes you jump. “y/n?” peter speaks sternly, like he knows what’s going on in there. he doesn’t. he’s just worried about you. “y/n, it’s me. can i come in?” “what? no!” you yell, still holding the crumbling toilet paper to your wound. “i need... i- i really need some privacy. please.” your voice becomes a sob at the end. peter only grows more concerned.

“baby, what’s wrong? it’s gotta be more than your-“ a loud thud coming from the bathroom cuts him off. “what was that?” he’s already reaching for the doorknob. “nothing. i...” you don’t even try to lie this time. you can’t. “i’m coming in.” peter warns you, throwing the door open without another protest. his whole world collapses at what he sees.

curled up in a ball on the floor is you, with your suit half off and blood everywhere. you’re shivering, crying, desperately clutching at your shoulder. you were just sitting right next to him, in his arms. how could he not have realized?

“oh my god,” peter breathes, getting on to his knees in front of you. “when- when did you... what happened? how long have you been-“ he can barely form one sentence. he’s in so much shock, and so fucking scared. “during the mission,” you respond in a sniffle. “someone had a- a knife or something. they stabbed me.”

peter presses both his hands to your open wound, frantically searching for your eyes. “fuck...” his voice cracks. “why didn’t you tell me, y/n?” he’s whispering, moving closer to you, face inches from yours. “because you...” before you can finish, your eyes start rolling back. “no, no, no!” peter takes one hand off your shoulder and brings it to your chin.

“stay with me, y/n. you can’t... you can’t go yet. don’t do this,” he cries out, his own face now coated in tears. his fingers grabbing at your chin force you to look at him. “it hurts so bad, peter,” you whimper. your eyes are void of color when they finally meet his. “i know, baby. i know.” peter blinks hard, his hand moving to cup your cheek.

“i didn’t want you to worry,” you start, peter caressing your skin softly. he has to bite down on his tongue to keep from screaming. “or add to the list of people you lost. seems like i’m doing it right now, though.” a sad smile crosses your features. “no... don’t say that.” he furiously shakes his head, thumb smoothing over your cheek.

“you’re gonna be fine, y/n. i’ll get mr. stark, and- and he’ll know what to do,” peter tries to convince you both. you’re not buying it. “what if it’s too late?” you croak. “it’s not. we’re gonna be okay, okay?” he leans down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds. “i’ll get him now. be right back, y/n/n.”

peter’s hands leave you slowly. he replaces his one on your shoulder with your own. “you’re not going anywhere,” he assures you once more, you giving him a stiff nod. he’s rushing back to inform the team of your condition just like that. your eyes fight to stay open again. you let them close, the pain too much to handle.

“i’ll always be with you.”

[amydancepants-peralta]

do you have any post-screw light and breezy sex hc? Asking for myself

(you say hc, my brain apparently says fic, so ... here you go 😌)

definitely

It should feel weirder than this, Jake thinks to himself as Amy passes a few dollars to the pizza delivery guy, the college sweatshirt that she’d snagged from his floor looking better on her than it had any right to.  

Amy Santiago: his partner, and crush since forever, was as of yesterday (this morning? this evening? he should probably check), his girlfriend.  His girlfriend that he’d had sex with less than an hour ago, who was now holding a pizza box high with that adorable smile she gets whenever she’s really hungry and is finally about to eat.  She stoops to grab some napkins from his stash on the way, crawling her way up the mattress until she’s back by his side, and Jake grins at the ease of it all.  It probably should feel weirder than this.

But it really doesn’t. 

“Alright, Peralta.  Get ready, because I'm about to prove to you why veggies on pizza is always an excellent idea.”

He shakes his head, unable to stop the smile on his face despite the obvious misinformation.  “Oh, Amy.  It’s sweet how wrong you are, really.  Veggies on pizza has been, and always will be, an abomination.”

She rolls her eyes as she lifts the lid, the escaping steam not nearly as hot as the sight of her naked thigh next to his, and sighs as the scent of freshly baked pizza wafts over them.  “I should probably count getting this pizza hot and not ‘display temperature’ enough of a victory,” Amy mumbles, reaching for the first slice and tugging gently.  “But, I’m ready to go double or nothing.”  The edges of the slice fold against her fingers as she takes a bite, letting out a soft moan that Jake has only recently discovered (but is fast making its way to the top of his list of favourites), and holds it out for him to try.  

Jake’s teeth sink in easily, severing the strings of cheese that chase as he pulls away, and chews while Amy studies his reaction carefully.  Two days ago, something like this would have seemed outside even his wildest imagination.  But there was something about the way Amy fit so perfectly into this moment - legs tucked under her tiny frame and a post-sex messy hairstyle that somehow looks so good on her - that makes Jake feel as though she’d been there all along.  

It’s not that big of a leap, now that he thinks about it.  She’d slotted herself into his world the very first time her fists banged against his apartment door; waiting until Jake was staring in total confusion before launching into a diatribe over him mislabeling evidence that definitely would have ruined their case if she hadn’t picked it up.  It was a bold move - they’d been partners for less than ten days, and Jake hadn’t even thought of looking up her address yet - but she was right, and looking back Jake’s not completely certain he didn’t start to fall for her a little bit right there and then.  

Her right knee bumps into his thigh now as she shifts impatiently, and Jake furrows his brow as he chews just that little while longer, searching for enough of a reason to label the pizza Genuinely Terrible.  He wants the victory - had been so certain that he’d claim it, that his winner’s speech was already half-written in his head - but damnit if this slice didn't taste kind of amazing.  

“You like it!” Amy cries out, gently poking Jake’s chest until he concedes; breaking out into a miniature victory dance that both shakes the bed and jostles the pizza box away from its position between them.  He shuffles closer without thinking, the feeling of a joyful and relaxed Amy next to him so adorably domestic and completely perfect that the notion of any distance between them needed to be crushed right away.  They were still only a few hours post-confession of Feelings - the enormity of Amy showing up in sweats, with not a practiced speech in sight, was not lost on him - but already things felt so comfortable; so entirely them, that Jake couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, if he was REALLY lucky, they’d have a hundred more moments just like this.  

Amy grabs another slice mid-jig, a splotch of sauce landing on her cheek as the cheese stretches to new lengths, and before he can second-guess himself Jake leans in to kiss it away.  She stills for a moment and Jake blushes, an apology already bubbling out before he can think.  “Sorry, I just - ”

She shakes her head, reaching out to grip his forearm, and it’s a testament to the power of her touch just how quickly Jake feels his body relax.  “No, it’s fine, it’s ... I think I only just realised that we can do that now.”  Leaning in, Amy demonstrates her point by pressing a definitely-longer-than-a-peck kiss onto Jake’s lips, grinning from ear to ear when she pulls away.  “See?”

His heart in his throat, Jake nods, sliding both hands around Amy’s waist as she settles herself onto his thighs, pulling him back in for another kiss.  It was intoxicating, the way being with her made him feel, and when perfectly manicured fingers slide into his hair he quietly prays that he never does anything stupid and screw this up.  

“Stay the night?” he whispers in between kisses, toying with the edge of the sweater, already thinking of the incredible body he knows is hiding underneath; and Amy gives him a shy nod.

“If that’s okay?”

Tightening his grip around her waist, Jake pulls Amy closer, getting lost in their next kiss as he feels her hesitation fade.  It might be quick, to go from nothing to two nights back-to-back; but she wasn’t wrong when she said screw light and breezy. He starts a line of kisses along her jawline when they part for breath, and whispers in her ear as one hand slides along her impossibly soft skin.  

“Definitely.”

[monodipita]

PLATINUM (Yandere!Jotaro x Reader)

Hello! I just wanted to mention that this is a part of a series on AO3. All of the works are old and were written back when I had a funky writing style, so I don't believe they're worthy of being put on my Tumblr right now. Check out the series though if you enjoyed this one! <3

Word count: 1,740

Warnings: Yandere content warning, blood, gore, mean yandere Jotaro

Of course you couldn't expect a response from Jotaro over something as big as this... but this man never really said anything at all or did anything at all for that matter. The relationship felt one-sided as is - and on top of that, Jotaro didn't seem to be interested at all in having a relationship. You felt unwanted. And now, it was finally time to put your foot down. This guy was still not saying anything.

"Look at you!" You exclaimed at him with a swell of upset and fury, "you aren't even saying anything! It's like you didn't want to be in a relationship with me to begin with!"

Nothing. Not even a change of facial expression - he just stared at you with his usual expression, half of it covered by his ridiculous hat. One, two. . . no. You merely scoffed and flipped his hat off of his head, glaring at his newly-exposed face before turning on your heel and walking away from him. "No more, Jotaro! No more, we are through!"

But that wasn't the end of Jotaro it seemed. He began to tail you, there wasn't even a pause to go pick up his hat. He just started following you without any motive. It was so creepy. You knew it was him without even having to turn around because you could hear the jingling of his chains colliding with one another, it meant that he was matching your brisk pace, trying to reach out to you, but you wouldn't hear it nor would you fall for it.

You needed to run.

Soon after the thought, your body began to pick up the pace to match what you currently felt at the moment. You ran as quickly as you could muster in your school uniform to the nearest bathroom, your heart beating like drums in your ear, fear quickly rising in the beating organ as you hit the door of the bathroom, pushing yourself inside and kicking your way to the bathroom stall. No one was there but you—and that wasn't good at all. Maybe he would leave you alone then? You didn't even know if he followed you to begin with when you started running, but your safe assumption was that he did. At least you were offered this brief moment of respite in this bathroom stall. The silence was both unnerving and calming at the same time. You felt as if you couldn't sit still.

"[Y/N]. I know you're in there." Jotaro's voice sounded eerily calm from this distance. "I'll go in there if I have to. Don't make me do it."

Now you felt the need to panic. You were worried about what he was going to do to you once you stepped out of this very stall. Beat you? Or worse, even kill you? While you weren't afraid of him going far or even doing something like that, for some reason you just felt. . . scared. You didn't want to and felt like you couldn't face him without something bad happening. You stayed still in your spot and didn't make a single word from the stall that you sat in. You hoped that he just... wouldn't come in here, even if he was threatening you with it.

"[Y/N]."

...

"[Y/N]."

No, no matter how irate his voice became, you never wanted to leave this spot. You squeezed your eyes shut and curled up on the toilet seat over the fear that he would be coming into this very bathroom, over to this very stall. You held your breath and waited for him to leave.

"It's because of him, isn't it [Y/N]? That guy that you've been talking to recently behind my back- it's him, isn't it? He's the reason why you're considering leaving me?" You chose not to answer. The more it just seemed like you weren't there, the easier it became to relax.

Complete silence.

Your body was rigid with anxiety, and you were stricken with fear. But, you needed to get up, and you needed to get out of here. Maybe he was either waiting, or he actually left to continue on with his business—you assumed both because he definitely seemed more than pissed off right now, but at the same time, he was never the one to pursue you if you got into an argument. However, that didn't really express how he was feeling right now. He was... angry at your words. Angry that you wanted to stop the relationship and move on. It was a much weirder, almost darker side of him that you didn't want to see.

After some waiting, you wordlessly stepped from your position in the bathroom stall and completely moved out of it, into the open of the bathroom. You could see yourself in a mirror when you looked to your left. A small puddle of water wasn't too far away from the very first stall closest to the bathroom. You barely had time to even breathe before you could hear the rustling of the doorknob of the bathroom, you darted helplessly into one of them instead of utilizing your surroundings and simply retreating back into the one you were just in. You muffled your whimpers with your hand going over your mouth (though it truly didn't do any good) as you heard Jotaro walking into the bathroom, or who you assumed to be. . . until you noticed that there were two pairs of footsteps. The horror on your face when you realized that they were speaking with each other.

"L-look, man, I don't want any trouble! Please, could you let me down—" that voice... it was so recognizable. Was that. . . [bestfriend name]? What was Jotaro doing!?

The scuffed sounds of feet squeaking against the floor were a sure sign that your friend was being dragged across the ground. Jotaro said nothing to your friend, presumably carrying the same wordless demeanor he had from before he left when he was now dealing with your friend. You could only bow your head in fear and hope that he wouldn't do anything to him.

"Hey—what are you—AAAAH!"

The disturbing and traumatizing noise of bone and flesh colliding with the sink of the bathroom was perhaps the worst sound you'd ever heard in your life. In the thick silence that followed for just a split moment, you tried not to make a single peep as the tears slid down your cheeks. He couldn't find out that you were here, or maybe, just maybe you would be next.

"What did you do to [Y/N]? Why does [Y/N] want to leave me? You poisoned [Y/N]." Jotaro's gruff voice asked to the sack of flesh and bone underneath him. Your wide eyes could see the two of them in the puddle left undisturbed on the ground. . . almost like he knew you were looking, but you could already see the damage done to the poor guy he was dealing with. [bestfriend name]'s teeth were gone, knocked out. Blood smeared his lips and cheeks. It was a horrid sight.

"W-what are you talking about?? I didn't do anything to [Y/N]! I only said to be yourself and let him know how you f—"

Another sickening smash filled your ears. "Not a good enough answer," Jotaro answered loudly over the sounds of [bestfriend name]'s screaming. "I DON'T KNOW!" He cried out to Jotaro, "PLEASE! PLEASE ST- AAAAH!"

You let out a sob as a final smash against the sink was heard—the sink underneath the boy falling to the ground underneath, emitting a piercing, loud noise around the entire bathroom. The boy fell to the ground as well, but Jotaro was quick to pull him up to act as both a shield from the water and letting the guy know that he wasn't fully done with him yet. "You're going to help me find [Y/N], or I'm going to kill you."

"I-I don't know where [Y/N] i—" he was silenced, but you don't know how he became so. Your worry became so paramount that you dashed out of the bathroom, ready to piss yourself running right now, but you were determined to at least get your friend some help.

"Stop!" You cried to Jotaro, "he doesn't need to be involved in this! I made this decision on my own!"

Jotaro glanced over at [bestfriend's name]. "Do you hear that? My babe said you get to walk away free. Consider yourself lucky." He dropped the guy from the tall height he held him at.

[bestfriend name] stumbled forward, his eyes staring at you, bug-eyed and nearly bloodshot. He made it two steps before you. Two, single, steps before you, before Jotaro took the boy's skull into his massive hand and smashed the boy's skull against the wall next to the two of you. Your eyes were glued open as they watched his body slide down the wall, to the floor, where blood pooled underneath his body. You flinched and screamed at the noise of your friend being so brutally murdered to only see the grisly sight of the aftermath, bloodied and disfigured by the hefty slam into the wall, and more importantly, lifeless.

By then, your fight-or-flight response kicked in. You turned on your heel almost immediately and sprinted to the door, but Jotaro was right on your ass. He pinned you to the door and laughed at you as you helplessly screamed and pounded against the door, saying, "you're so silly [Y/N], no wonder I found you to be so attractive. But, I think this is getting a little annoying now, don't you think?" He reached around and grabbed you by your frozen shoulder, turning you around to face him. His hand was quick to clamp onto your lips, ultimately forcing you to silence and even calm down.

You were left to stare into those deep blue eyes of his in horror, though the tears overpowered your sight and eventually left Jotaro to be nothing more but a blur.

"Why are you crying, [Y/N]? I think you should be happy. Look," he pulled his hand away from your lips to pull you into his body, crushing you even and holding you tightly as he made you turn and face your best friend. "He's dead now, so there's no one in the way of our relationship anymore. We are free to be together for as long as I can say 'you're mine'.“

[mythiccheroacademia]

The whole time traveling children has me feelin some type of way tbh. Imagine Mirio, Kaminari, and Tamaki walking into their respective rooms and there are just small children vibing. Mirio with his daughter, Kaminari with a daughter and Tamaki with a son. 😭

as i said, parent!bnha is SUPERIOR

A/N: So, instead of making these separate asks, I’m just going to make it one giant post. I thought it would be easier that way. Probably the only post that’ll have more than three characters lol

Warnings: none

Kaminari Denki:

when kaminari walked into his room, he didn't expect to see two children on his bed fighting like wild animals

the younger girl was totally beating the boy’s ass tho

kinda embarrassing bc she’s gotta be like, seven, at most

as if it’s not the weirdest thing he’s seen (bc it’s not) he rushes in to break them apart

he manages to separate them with his arms 

the boy with yellow hair snaps his jaws at his sister’s fingers

“hey! bad! no biting!” he scolds

the little girl blows a raspberry and taunts “yeah! papa says no biting!”

the older sibling just rolls his eyes “rat”

meanwhile, denki is literally malfunctioning

papa?

PAPA? HUH???

the only person’s pants (and heart) he’s been trying to get in to for the past three months was y/n’s and he sure as hell would remember if he did

he didn't have kids

especially one that was his age

“sorry! you two are cute, but i’m not your pops”

thus, they begin to tell denki about how they mayhaps followed him and their mother into a dangerous mission and got hit with a time travel quirk

denki just nods his head

tbh, he’s not that weirded out

weirder things have happened

but, he does have one question

“who’s the lucky woman?”

coincidentally, you bust into his dorm room, wet from a recent prank and head steaming with anger

“Kaminari Denki!”

his son juts a thumb over to you

“the woman that’s about to murder you”

“oh say less”

his life literally couldn't get any better

before you get the chance to throttle him, the little girl jumps in your arms and your anger is immediately quelled 

“hey mommy! i just wanna let you know that it was [son’s name]’s fault that we followed you when you told us not to”

“WHAT!?”

you’re to busy trying to get them from killing each other to comprehend anything that’s going on

kaminari is in a love-struck gaze bc hot damn, he won the jackpot, huh?

if he wasn't in love with you before, he’s in love with you now

you and your feral children

it was nice being God’s favorite

Kirishima Eijirou: 

funny thing was

kirishima woke up from his afternoon nap with his mini-me in his arms!

at first, he was really confused as to why there was an 8 yr old boy with spiky teeth and (your hair texture) black hair on his bed

he thought he was dreaming

then the little boy bit his nose and grinned like he had done the funniest thing in the world 

“WAKE UP DADDY! WE GOTTA GET SWOL TODAY”

did he get hit with some duplication quirk?

and what was that he said...daddy?

as in, father?

kirishima is wide awake now, but before he can ask the kid what’s going on, the boy is up and making use of his punching bag

he decides it wouldn't hurt to get a morning work out in, so he decides to humor the kid

after a mini workout, kirishima is in near tears as the boy tries to flex the little muscles he has 

eventually, he gets the kid to tell him what happened and finds out he was hit with a time travel quirk of some sort

instead of being weirded out, kirishima is ESCTATIC 

he has a family in the future 

he’s so excited and proud that he just has to show his son off to his friends!

the first thing he does is go and bother bakusquad in the common room

he’s bragging like shit to them and his ego swells as they all swoon over how cute and handsome the kid is 

you and bakugo come out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion is about and the little boy excitedly runs to you and jumps into your arms 

“momma! you’re here! you’re so pretty! why’d you marry daddy when he looks so unswol?”

it’s silent before bakugo fucking dies of laughter 

“y-you finally let shitty hair hit it? and got knocked up?? LMAO”

everyone’s dying and kirishima wants to die

he can’t believe this was how his long-term crush on you was getting outted

by an 8 yr old boy

so not manly

you look confused before you put the pieces together

the kid did look like you and kirishima

you want to console kirishima about the crush that you lowkey knew he had on you, but your son was one step ahead of you

with a gracious smile, he hits bakugo’s head

hard

“what the fuck kid!?”

“don’t make fun of daddy, uncle bakugo! at least daddy didn’t faint at his wedding″

Bakugo’s contemplating murder and everyone’s rolling on the floor

“WE BEEN KNEW YOU WERE THE BIGGEST SIMP”

even ten years later, bakugo still holds a grudge against your son

Togata Mirio:

i’m about to kill y’all w this one

since year one, mirio has been feigning over you 

but 1) you were too dumb to notice 2) you both were really busy with, y’know, school and 3) he lowkey gave up bc he thought you deserved better

so imagine his surprise when he sees this four year old girl on his bed

and she looks like you with his features

mirio might not be the brightest crayon in the crayon box

but he’s got eyes

and it wasn't like he’s memorized your features to the T

the tiny girl is swinging her legs absent-mindedly before exploding with happiness when he sees him

she runs to mirio and he catches her with open arms 

“daddy! daddy! i got hit with the coolest quirk at school today!”

proceeds to tell him about her best friend discovered her quirk and it was a teleportation quirk 

mirio can’t help but giggle along with her even tho he knew it was a scary situation for the parents

speaking of which...

he innocently asks her who’s the mom

“mommy is the prettiest mommy in the world! she has e/c eyes, hair like me, and the most beautiful s/c skin! her name is togata y/n!”

if he wasn't geeking before, he’s geeking now

not only did he manage to marry you, but you let him be your baby daddy?

him?

big bet

mirio doesn't even care at this point

he’s parading around UA with the fattest smile as he introduces his daughter to damn near everyone 

everyone’s freaking out bc wtf when did mirio get someone pregnant??

maybe he should've explained himself, but he sees you at your locker and makes a b-line for you

“good morning, y/n!”

he doesn't notice that you slam your locker close and hide the confession letter you wrote to him behind your back

you’re a stuttering mess and he’s too busy basking in the fact that he’s holding y’alls child 

y’all look like a mess

but he’s ready to lay it on thick when the little girl kisses your nose and cheers,

“mommy, i missed you”

he explains the situation 

you cant help but smile, “you know this could potentially ruin the timeline?”

and you feel like melting as he gives you the softest smile 

“there’s no way I’m letting that happen. not when i end up with the woman i’m in love with. we’ll just have to twist fate together”

and twist it you did

Tamaki Amajiki:

tamaki wasn't the bravest person ever 

and he knew his crippling anxiety got in the way of a lot

but he had never been more proud of himself for managing to invite you to his room

it was supposed to be a study date

despite how bold you normally were, he took comfort in how nervous you seemed 

now, you two were leaning in, about to kiss

and then a voice from behind interrupts 

“uh, am i interrupting something?”

you two let out the ugliest squeal and jump 50 feet away from each other 

you’re all over the place, trying to explain the situation

tamaki’s heart is barely beating at this point

it takes the kid, who looks about 16, about thirty minutes to calm you down and revive tamaki

explains that he’s from the future and a descendant of tamaki’s family

decides to leave out that you two are his parents so he doesn't risk possibly erasing himself from the space continuum 

that would be bad

despite how surprised you two were, you two take it rather well 

you three spend the day together bc you and tamaki feel this weird sense of responsibility for the guy even though he’s only two years younger

the boy is trying his hardest not to expose himself, but it’s so hard

you two are asking him everything from his favorite food to if he has any siblings

he’s good at pretending that he’s cool, calm, and collected, but he wants nothing more than to jump into his parents’ arms and cry about how scared he is of messing up

but he won’t 

bc he’s a strong boy

but he slips up

“how far are you down the future?” tamaki asks

“uh, about like 100 years or so--”

“you’re lying”

the kid nearly chokes on his food as his father blinks at him

you try and scold tamaki but he continues

“i don’t mean to be mean, but your nose twitches when you lie. y/n does the same thing”

that’s when the jazz record stops and everyone is staring at one another

“....wait”

this time, you nearly pass out

y’all had a kid together???

THE HELL??

the boy, coincidentally, starts fading and he thinks he fucked up

now he’s full out sobbing into the both of your chests, scared that he’s disappearing

despite the news, you and tamaki calm down, look at each other, and hold your son

“don’t you worry, baby” you coo, kissing his fading hair

“i have a feeling we’ll see you quite soon” tamaki comforts, closing his eyes

Bakugo Katsuki:

bakugo finally understood when his mom said

“the meaner you are to your parents, the nastier your kids will be to you”

he regretted being such a demon bc his kid was literally the spawn of satan

katsuki didn’t need an explanation to know that that...thing was his kid

he looked damn near identical to him with features that he couldn't quite place

but anyways, that wasn't the focus rn

rn, he was trying to figure out a way to keep that animal caged

as soon as katsuki took his eyes off him, the six yr old ran out the door as fast as his little legs could carry him

“catch me if you can, you old bastard!”

yup, it was his kid

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER”

his son is blasting his way through the halls, skillfully evading Katsuki’s grabbing hands 

he’s wildly laughing as he flips and turns through the doors, watching with glee as his father falls on his face

multiple times

the small boy latches on to a cupboard and smirks

“no wonder mom always beats your ass! you weak!”

katsuki nearly looks like the devil, eyes white, and face red with fury

his pride suffering by the second

he’s about to cuss the kids to hell when you come out of the kitchen, confused

you were about to ask why katsuki looked like a rat with rabies before you caught sight of a basket of fruit teetering on the edge of the cabinet, above the little boy’s head

“look out--”

the basket falls on the kid’s head and he’s on the floor, reeling from the hit

katsuki would've normally laughed his ass off, but he felt kind of...concerned?

he watches you run towards the child who’s trying his hardest not to cry

the boy holds his head, fat tears in his eyes as you pick him up and coddle over him 

“i’m sorry, baby. I'm sorry i didnt get there in time” 

cue the waterworks 

the boy is full-on sobbing into your chest about how his head hurts

you bounce him and kiss his forehead as katsuki checks over the red bump 

“you’ll be okay, brat” he comforts, voice softer than usual

in that moment, katsuki can’t help but notice how much a family y’all look like rn

then the dots start connecting and he goes 

oh shit 

so, maybe, he’s had a tiny crush on you

and it didn’t help that you two were friends with benefits bc yall were horny teenagers

but who knew he’d get the balls to ask you out on a proper date one day

he was such a simp for you gosh it was ugly

“you have to be more careful from now on,”  you say to the boy 

the brat suddenly looks innocent and katsuki wants to throw him

“sorry, mommy. i’ll be gooder”

the look on your face is priceless 

bakugo uses it as a chance to kiss you 

“huh?”

“i guess now’s a good time to tell you that i want to be your dick on demand but with feelings and shit, dumbass”

[eureka-its-zico]

Damage

Request: You meet JB in a bar and have a one-night stand

A/N: My friend has asked me for JB fics none stop. I haven’t been able to finish one, because I get stuck in my head and think everything is trash. I think this one is okay, at best. I’ve edited as much as my eyes can stand. Either way, she seemed to enjoy it. I hope you all enjoy it in some way too. Much Love, Jenn

p.s. It’s named Damage because I literally had the song of the same name from H.E.R playing on repeat the entire time.

Jaebum X Reader

Genre: SmUt

Words:5534

Warnings: semi-public sex, rough play, some ass-slaping - you get the picture -

There was a time that the idea of sleeping with a complete stranger from a bar would’ve never crossed your mind. It wasn’t that you were a prude. A part of you secretly wanted to know what it felt like to be so overwhelmed by another that they made you less cautious and more adventurous. No one ever seemed able to stir that emotion in you, however. 

Until you’d met JB. 

Now, as his fingers traced across your skin, his lips kissed at the hollow of your neck, you couldn’t imagine an alternate universe where you didn’t say yes. Where you weren’t pressed into the backseat of a stuffy cab not caring that you had an audience while JB’s hand made its way between your thighs. His mouth hungrily lapping up your moan as his fingers slid under the edge of your panties. 

A part of you should’ve felt embarrassed. You were passengers in this cab. The obvious audience of the older man up front would’ve normally made you shove his hand away with your cheeks pink; pretending to care if they watched. 

But JB was a force you weren’t used to. One that threatened to consume you and god, did you want to be consumed. 

EARLIER

————————-

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t be sad forever about that asshole.” 

Your fingers skimmed the paper of your beer smearing an image of a heart in the condensation. Your teeth drawing in your bottom lip as you thought about what your friend was saying. Of course, she was right. It was two weeks, give or take, since you broke up with Mark. You’d had your days of wallowing, eating copious amounts of ice cream, and crying on the couch watching rom-coms and asking why can’t your life be like this? 

There wasn’t any doubt your ex wasn’t off doing the same. Hell, he’d made sure to take pictures of his latest escapades and made sure to share it to his social media. Not that you were looking at any of it or anything. 

“You’re right,” you huffed out in defeat. 

Why was it so hard to let him go? It wasn’t like he’d had such a hard time deciding to end your relationship. 

“I’m sorry. What was that? Can you say it a little louder for me please I’m hard of hearing.”

You shot her a look of disbelief that sent her head falling back with laughter. 

“This one time you might be a little bit right.”

You took a swig of your drink to hide your own smile. 

“Plus, how can you be sad over that loser when the hottest dude is five feet away.”

You followed her eyes to see what had her making such a bold claim. There were plenty of good looking men and women in the bar. How could one person possibly hold the title when your opinion could be different? 

It wasn’t. 

You found him easily. No longer needing the guide of your friend to find who it was that’d caught her attention. And sweet Jesus he was hands down the best looking in the room. 

He was leaning up against the wall. His eyes half crescent moons as he smiled. One hand holding a beer that was close to his lips as he replied back to whatever his friend said. You shamelessly watched how his lips wrapped around the bottle to take a drink. The sharpness of his jaw and the expanse of his neck. 

You wanted to know what he looked like with his mouth on you and tasting the sweetness between your thighs. 

The desire for it caused your legs to squeeze together to give yourself any sort of friction. Your mind still going over the fantasy you were creating with him in the starring role. Suddenly, he was looking back at you. A harsh blush rose to your cheeks at being caught but refused to look away. 

God! What am I doing?! 

You’ve never been the one to make the first move. Of any kind. Eye contact felt like a first move of showing interest, but you were more than interested and a part of you wondered if he could see it. See that even this far between your spaces in the bar how badly you wanted to know how he tasted. 

A gasp brought your attention back to the position of your friend. Her mouth agape in shock but that threatened to spill into a smile at any moment. 

“Hollleeeeey shit! Did you just give that guy ‘fuck me eyes’ from across the bar?”

You scoffed at the idea before shooting a cautionary look back in his direction. Using your elbows that were on the top of the bar you swiveled yourself to face the many rows of liquor. Fighting the urge to look back at him again or acknowledge your friend bouncing in her seat. 

“Yes you fuckin did!”

Your reply was a quick swig of your drink as you tried your best not to grimace at the taste. You’d been babysitting it too long and now it was lukewarm. 

“I've had my heart broken. I’m not dead,” you replied. 

“Let’s go over and talk to them!”

Your head whipped in her direction so fast you swore you’d ended up with whiplash. Yes, you were looking. And yes, this man did provoke unholy fantasies, but that didn’t mean you were ready to be that close. 

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. I think this will be good for you.”

She ignored your burst of panic and waved down the bartender who acknowledged her sooner than you would’ve liked. 

“What can I get you ladies.”

“Two shots of tequila, please.”

“What are you doing?” 

She wiggled her brows at you and rubbed her shoulder up against yours. Her weak attempt to pump you up with excitement for whatever diabolical thing she’d planned. 

“Just a little liquid courage before we head on over.”

“Heading towards the door, you mean.”

Your words came out as a grumble. A pout setting in as the bartender set down the small glasses in front of the two of you. Which she quickly slid hers to click beside yours. 

“You, my lovely friend, are going to have both.”

“Are you trying to give me alcohol poisoning?”

“Nope. Just trying to help you get some guiltless sex with a stranger.”

“Wow. You’re so amazing,” you deadpanned. Your hand snacking out to grab one of the shot glasses downing the first one. You were sure the reaction you were having looked like a cartoon character. God, this stuff was disgusting. “I’m pretty sure that stuff causes forest fires.” 

The bartender offered you a lemon, amusement flashing in his eyes. You were hoping he could see the thank you in yours with your mouth shoved full of lemon. 

You left it sitting in your mouth; teeth clenched tight against the softness and the peel exposed between your lips. You wondered if this was picture worthy and received your answer moments later when your friends’ camera flashed in your face. Your vision erupting in sparks of dark spots that left you unable to see. 

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

With the peel still held between your lips you made a face at her. Her mouth opened to reply, and suddenly it closed. Her eyes wide and darting from you to whoever was now perched beside you. 

You remembered you still had a shot left and decided it was time to meet your fate. Your legs moved to turn you to sit straight on the stool when you realized someone was beside you at the bar. In perfect horror movie fashion, you glanced at your right and saw the man who’d caused your need for liquid courage. 

He was just there. His body casually leaning against the bar with an air of coolness that didn’t seem forced. He was talking with the bartender. The two of them locked in a conversation like they were old friends and catching up. Maybe they were. 

Up close he was even more striking. His hair was perfectly slicked back to make it appear short, but it was anything but. The gel he’d used was beginning to wear off and displayed hair that was beginning to fall into his eyes. 

You wanted to run your hands through it. To grip it as you rode his tongue. 

It felt like he must have had a sensation of what you were thinking. He ended his conversation and turned to look at you. A spark of laughter lit up the dark brown of his eyes and you swore you were swooning in your chair. 

“I see you must really like lemons.”

Your brow furrowed as you wondered what the hell he could be talking about. He must have caught on to your confusion and patted a single digit against the lemon peel still peaking like a smile between your lips. Your eyes shot wide with horror as you not too gracefully spit it out onto the napkin. 

“Oh...my...god,” you whispered at the wood of the bar. Praying that the floor would open up and swallow you whole. 

“Hi!” Your friend shot an arm over you with her hand extended for him to shake. “My name’s Vanessa. This is my lovely friend, Y/N. The lemon sucker.” 

Your head jerked in her direction and you hoped she could see how much you wish you could hit her. 

The man beside you, however, looked nothing but amused and took Vanessa’s hand. You couldn’t keep your eyes from looking at his fingers; the way it practically covered all of hers. 

“Nice to meet you both.”

He released her hand and shocked you by leaving his hand open and waiting for you to take. You glanced up at him and then back down to his hand. You took it without waiting too long, because you didn’t want him to think you were rude, or worse, weirder than he probably already did. The minute your hands folded around the other you swore it was electric. 

“My name’s Jaebum. Everyone calls me JB, for short.” 

Jaebum. JB. You would call him whatever he wanted. His voice was soft as he spoke and forced you to move closer to hear him. You wondered if that’d been his plan. It was the only thing you could think of as his thumb caressed over the knuckles of your hand before he took it away. 

You dropped your hand down to the side of your skirt and fought not to rub it against the fabric. The attraction you felt for JB was something that’d come unexpected and you found yourself inexperienced. It felt overwhelming this need to touch him. To be touched in return. To know how he sounded with your lips wrapped around his cock and those same hands on the back of your head. Bending you over and smacking your ass until it was cherry red. 

You were still staring at each other as these devilish thoughts played out in your head. His eyes roamed your face and you wondered what he saw there. If JB could see the dirty scenarios he held the starring role in. His gaze slid over you from the tips of your toes, over the exposed legs from your skirt, your chest, and back up to your face. 

There was no denying he’d thought of his own scenario with you in mind. His pupils fully blown with lust when he brought his eyes back up to you. Your pulse thudded wildly as you struggled to remember how to properly breathe. 

“Did you girls want to come back over to our table?” The question was meant for both Vanessa and you, but when he asked his gaze never left you. He only looked away to point to his indicated spot. “It’s just me and a couple of my friends. I promise, we aren’t weird or anything.”

A bright smile spread across his lips and if you weren’t swooning earlier, you were definitely doing it now. You were nodding your head yes, unsure if you could trust yourself to talk. Vanessa, unfortunately, didn’t seem to have that issue. 

“That would be amazing and so good for her. Her boyfriend just broke up with her. She’s very vulnerable.”

Oh. My. God. Was she winking like an idiot? 

You looked back at her and couldn’t keep the horror off of her face. Luckily, JB laughed it off. He reached out to grab the drinks he’d ordered and motioned with his head for you girls to follow. You waited for Vanessa to start forward before you fell into step beside her. Your arm shooting out to wrap itself around hers just so you could use it to pull her in tight. 

“What in the hell was that!?”

“I’m trying to help you here. Most men love the idea of a girl on the rebound.”

“Because they think they’re easy, Nessa.”

“Precisely.” 

She flicked her finger up like she’d just made a great discovery. The only thing she was about to discover was that you were, in fact, desperate but for a whole other reason. 

No part of you could remember your ex looking at JB. And while the idea of any sort of relationship with him, physical or otherwise, made you excited there was still that small voice in your head. The not so fun responsible part of you reminded you that you didn’t know him. He could be a weird pervert or a serial killer. Ninety-nine percent of serial killers were usually attractive. 

You let out a sigh not sure how to tell her nicely to butt out. 

“Just, help me less. Ok?”

She regarded you for a moment. Her arm peeling itself out of yours before bringing you in quickly for a one-armed hug. 

“Alright. Girl Scouts honor I won’t say anything else.”

“Thank you!”

And you meant it. Lord knew she only meant well, but in the end it came off embarrassing. Like the two of you were sixteen and in high school again. With you passing notes to all the boys you liked because you were too damn nervous to say anything to their face. You thought it was romantic. In reality, it just seemed well, kinda awkward. 

The two of you stood beside the pool table and you did your best not to fidget with your bag. The weight of six new sets of eyes made you feel like an animal in a zoo. 

“Guys, this is Vanessa and Y/N. I invited them over to hang out with us. If that’s cool.”

The friends all seemed to go from caution to excitement at seeing you in two point five seconds. All of them agreeing it was cool, and waving you all over to find a chair to sit in. 

You were following Vanessa to seats in between two  of his friends, when a soft hand on your arm stopped you. You knew without looking it was JB. Your body reacting instantly to his touch as if it’d been set on fire. 

“You can sit next to me. If you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Your voice was breathy. Like you were telling him a secret the two of you only needed to hear. The chair in question that sat beside his own, was inches from him. So close that when you sat down your knees were next one another. 

He regarded you briefly before he turned his attention back to his group. His arm snaking around your chair to rest on its back. You were aware that it was a show of dominance. Of signaling to his friends and anyone else who cared to look that you were his. The thought of it sent a thrill through your body of being claimed. Only wishing he would claim you another way too. 

JB’s group of friends were fun and easy to get a long with. One of them in particular, Hyun-Bae, was incredibly funny. He told stories that were entertaining and knew when to use his humor to make everyone laugh. It was enough to make you almost forget the man beside you. Almost. 

You weren’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere between everyone talking, JB’s hand that’d rested comfortably on the back of your chair had moved. His fingers brushed along your skin from your shoulder to collarbone. Each stroke deliberate; sexual and not. Like he could read that you found it comforting but also craved his touch. 

You ached with the urge to kiss him. To taste the liquor on his tongue. All those times you turned to imagine yourself leaning in and doing just that, you’d met his gaze. The two of you shared  a look of knowing and wondered if he’d just been waiting for you to close the last inches of space between you. You were looking at each other now; eyes hungrily glancing at the others lips. 

You wanted to be brave. To just close that space and tell him just to take you home. Screw this dance of cat and mouse. You didn’t want to be chased. You wanted to be owned. 

Instead, a soft, “Excuse me,” came from you as you rose up from your chair. You couldn’t get your  feet to walk fast enough to the bathroom. You were moving so fast you practically took someone out on the way inside. Getting inside the bathroom, you quickly shut the door and turned the lock. 

You were instantly greeted by your reflection in the dirty, marker-ridden, mirror. What you could see of yourself was defeated. A huff of frustration left you as you removed your bag from your shoulder and placed it on the hook on the back of the door. Your feet scuffing the ground as you took a somber approach to the sink. 

You told Vanessa you could do this. You didn’t need help to tell a hot guy you wanted him to fuck you until your legs were far past jello and more like liquid. And every time you were given the opportunity to do something at all, you backed out. 

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned in. Examining your makeup and how very un-messy it was. 

“Note to self: just fuckin do it.”

Yup. The greatest of pep talks. 

You weren’t ready to leave the sanctity of the bathroom but a knock sounded on the door. Reminding you very quickly that there were actual people who probably needed to use it. You moved to pick up your bag when another knock came. 

“Yea, yea I’m coming. Chill.”

When you opened the door, however, JB was just there. His body pushing into the bathroom causing you to step back to give him room. He closed the door without looking back. His body fully facing you as the door clicked closed behind him. 

“JB? Sorry I was just using the restroom-”

“Is that what that was? I mostly heard talking; no flushing.”

His lips spread in an amused smile no doubt at your expense. Your eyes were probably as white as the moon. How long had he been waiting out here?

“Sorry. I just got a little impatient waiting for you.”

In one fluid motion, his arm snaked around your back, and brought you to his chest. JB was prepared for you and his other hand was already holding your face giving him the perfect leverage to crash his mouth down on yours. The moment your lips met that electricity you’d felt earlier flared back to life. This time, it flared across your skin and sparked in every spot he touched. 

The kiss started out a brush of lips and soon became more. His tongue danced at the edge of your bottom lip and you gladly opened up to him. Your hands plunging to make a mess of his perfectly gelled hair at the same time his tongue slipped inside your mouth. 

You were eager to respond. Eager to caress his tongue with yours. His mouth tasted of the bittersweet liquor he’d sipped on for the last hour. Suddenly, the overwhelming urge to taste yourself on his lips made your body ache to be touched in other places. For your fantasies of his mouth on you to begin here. You didn’t care where. 

JB seemed to understand what you needed. He broke from the kiss fast and turned you around. His body pressed against your back and his hands at the edge of your skirt. You watched in the mirror as he moved your skirt up to your hips exposing your thong to the room. 

He watched you, his lips hovering over your ear before giving it a playful nip, and those same hands were now laced in the strings. JB moved back just enough to squat down so his hands could move them down your legs until he reached your ankles. 

“Step out.”

You followed his command without question. Your head tilting back to watch the little bit of cloth he held in his hand get scrunched up even smaller and placed inside the front pocket of his jeans. His eyes looked up to meet yours, and your body froze with anticipation. Whatever he would ask you to do, you knew you would comply. 

“Spread your legs.”

The demand in his voice was feverish. His own need on display as his hand caressed up your calf until it was between your thighs. A finger teasingly moved across your opening, causing a soft gasp to exit from your lips. You did as you were instructed and waited until you heard an approving, “Hm,” from his lips. 

The room swelled as the anticipation grew. The reflection you’d seen moments ago was washed away and the woman who’d taken her place was eager and ready to offer up her own demands. 

JB moved to stand on his feet with his hands traveling along the curve of your legs and up onto your hips. There his fingers dug into the soft flesh as he leaned into your back, his eyes on yours in the mirror, as he spoke into your ear, “Place your hands on the sink.”

“Spank me first.”

A shiver of shock ran through you. You couldn’t believe you’d said it, but after your request had left you, you’d refused to take it back. Your body craved to be reprimanded by his hands and the smirk on his lips told you plainly he was more than happy to oblige. 

“Beg for it.”

“Please spank me. Please, JB.”

His hand curled up to wrap around your throat as his index finger danced at the edge of your lips. 

“How bad do you want it?”

“I want I-“

The smack reverberated like thunder in the small room. The sting was instant and beautiful. The heat between your legs was aching and your ass jetted against his jeans for any kind of friction. JB stepped back, denying you any form of relief, and landed another smack on your exposed cheek. 

This one made your knees wobble as the pleasure rolled through you. Your hands on the sink was the only thing that saved you from showing him what he’d done. 

“You love that don’t you?”

JB already knew you did, but he wanted to hear you. He needed to hear you say how much you loved feeling his hand leaving its mark, red and angry, on your skin. 

“Yes,” you gasped. “It feels so good.” 

He landed another smack and you couldn’t keep yourself quiet anymore. Your moan loud and aching like your pussy. Luckily, his hand was still on your throat and silenced you by placing his fingers in your mouth. You sucked on them immediately and this time you could feel JB rut against your ass. The hardness of his cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans gave away just how turned on he was at your bathroom escapades. 

He pulled his fingers free from your mouth and, with the same fingers, slick and wet, placed it between your legs. The two digits moving to slide between your folds. First, scissoring around your clit; caressing the delicate bud until you gave him the moan he worked for. 

When the soft sound left you JB slid them deep inside you causing the noise to become louder. A shudder ran through your body as you backed up into him. 

His fingers removed themselves suddenly, and you couldn’t keep the disappointment from escaping you. A whine you were sure sounded like you were close to tears. JB gave your ass another smack and all it did was drive the need inside you closer to madness. 

His hands planted themselves onto your ass and you felt him kneel down. Those two strategically placed hands lifting up the flesh there leaving your pussy exposed and aching in his view. Your hands were gripping the porcelain of the sink so tight you’d thought it’d crack. Your body trembling in anticipation of what he might do and the need to cover yourself up playing tug-of-war in your head. 

The idea of any sort of hiding vanished when his mouth planted itself between your legs. His tongue snaking out to flick across your clit made you back up to greet his mouth. JB quickly took that moment to slide his tongue from clit to ass. The sensation was so foreign and new to you, you weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed, but the pleasure you got quickly washed the thought away. 

JB gave you no time to pull yourself together. His face was back between your legs with an eager tongue to lick up every last drop. His tongue swirled around your clit and sent light flicks when you were least expecting it. Each time your legs threatened to crumble, but JB held you there with steady hands.

His tongue explored you thoroughly and put to his memory what made your knees weak. What caused a soft mulling sound of need to claw up from your throat. And what caused your grip on the sink to become almost violent. 

Between each languid lick his tongue would find itself taking long strides all the way up and back down to your peak. Your body had now grown accustomed to the new sensation, and you welcomed it greedily as you pushed back against his face. 

When JB knew you were so close to your sweet release he focused his tongue more on your swollen bud. Each new caress of his tongue gradually made it harder for your arms to hold you up. For your legs to keep from shaking uncontrollably. 

Your orgasm continued to grow; blossoming between your folds with an ache that your body felt. You were so, so close and with a final thrust of his tongue you felt your world spin and that sweet heat between your legs finally sent shockwaves all over your body. 

You came moaning so loud anyone else would’ve thought you were screaming. Your head thrown back and riding the sensation of his greedy mouth taking everything you had to offer. 

When his lips finally released from you, your body was still coming down from your orgasm. The loud panting that came from you as you leaned against the sink completely spent. You watched in the mirror as he pulled a golden foil packet from his pocket. His eyes sinfully watching you as he ripped it carefully with his teeth. JB’s finger moved quickly to take out the slick rubber from the packet and begin to work it down his shaft. 

You’d been so consumed with recovering from his tongue that you hadn’t realized when he’d taken his cock out of his jeans that were now shameless at his ankles. He put a few fingers inside your wetness that caused you to gasp. Your body was still recovering from what had just taken place. 

He used your cum to lubricate himself and placed himself at your entrance. Already the tip of him stretching you out with the delicious sting that told you he was thick. You couldn’t wait. 

You moved to push back into him to help him inside and he pulled away. His hand smacking down on your ass making you even more eager. 

“Patience is a virtue.”

He tried to be funny, but his voice was deep and throaty with his own lust. You were close to pleading with him again like before, but he let it be known quickly he had no intentions to wait. 

JB slid inside you and you felt your pussy stretch to accommodate him. The feel of him making your breath catch. His girth much thicker than you’d imagined, and your body shook from the pleasure of feeling yourself stretch around him. 

His thrusts started off slow until he knew you’d had enough time. His hands found an anchor on your hips and used them to pull you in to meet his hips. A string of curse words fell from your mouth as your hips rocked back into him. 

Each movement felt like he was going deeper. JB’s hands on the cheeks of your ass kept you spread open to him and left no friction to catch his thrusts. Every single one was felt as he buried himself inside you in a rhythmic timing that left you moaning. 

You caught your reflection in the mirror, and glanced over to watch him as he worked. The way his hips bucked up only to be brought down. His hands stationed on your hips and bruising the flesh there as his grip got tighter. JB looked up and caught a glimpse of you in the mirror. His eyes locked with yours as he continued that unrelenting pace. 

He removed a hand from your ass and used it to wrap back around your neck. When he knew he had a good grip, he used it to pull you close to his chest. The angle of him in this new position somehow made him feel like he was pushing into your gut. 

Your mouth opened to make another sound, a moan or a scream you weren’t sure which, when that hand in your throat tilted your mouth towards him. His own came crashing down on your lips with his tongue that tasted of you slipping inside. You eagerly opened your mouth to him, and your tongue quickly moved to get a taste. 

JB deepened the kiss as his hips began to thrust harder into you. The movement building up your orgasm with each brutal movement until it threatened to spill over. 

“You taste so good with me on your lips.”

Your words fell earnest from your lips. You meant every one of them. You’d never tasted yourself so pretty on anyone else’s lips. JB obliged as he took your lips back. His mouth silenced another moan as his last free hand found its way back to your clit. Your body jumped at the added sensation. Your mouth tore away from his as another moan dripped from your lips. 

You were so close. You could fill yourself ready to cum if only he would let you. JB must have been close too, because his thrusts started becoming more violent and sporadic. Hitting in all the right places.

 At the same time as his fingers made small circles around your clit, a singular hard thrust of his hips sent his cock deep inside you. Your vision erupted in a sea of white. Your orgasm sent your body rutting back against him. 

He rode your orgasm and somehow made it grow in intensity as he continued to move his hips. His own breathing going ragged as you felt him finally release into you. 

When you both were able to breathe again, you’d realized you were laying over the sink. JB’s forehead resting on your back as you both struggled to regain your composure. 

JB was the first to move. The first to begin the arduous process of cleaning up. Like a voyeur, you watched him as he threw away the spent rubber and tuck himself back inside his jeans. A smirk creased your lips when you noticed he now had noticeable wet spots on his tee shirt. 

“You know, I don’t even know anything about you.”

You weren’t sure why you made the comment or why it mattered. You’d just had sex with the man in a damn bar bathroom. But JB didn’t seem to mind. His own smile curling his lips as he salvaged what he could of his hair. 

“What would you like to know?”

“Well,” you began as you started to situate your skirt. “What’s your favorite color?”

It was a silly question. By the look on JB’s face, he knew it was, but he humored you anyways. 

“It used to be blue, but I think red might be a new favorite.” 

“Why is that?”

You were wondering where your panties had gone until you spied a bit of the black cloth hanging from his pocket. JB walked over to you in a few steps and planted a soft kiss down on your lips. One that spoke plainly, this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see each other. 

“Because it currently matches the color of your ass.”

JB was out the door and in the bar’s hallway before you’d even got a chance to respond. 

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This is weird.

You look up from your textbook at the scrawny boy across from you. The circles under his eyes look especially dark as the blue light from his tablet shines on his face.

Yeah, this situation is super weird.

You’re ashamed to admit it, but you’ve been avoiding Dick a little bit lately.

You’re still pleasant to him in class, and you see him at the study group sessions, but you don’t try to make the effort to see him in situations where it’s just the two of you.

You’re just not ready to see him with all these feelings brewing inside you.

So the last thing you wanted was to run into his little brother, especially when you purposefully went to another coffee shop across town just so you wouldn’t run into Dick.

Still, you’re surprised Tim chose to sit with you after ordering 4 shots of espresso over ice.

“The ice makes it cold so you can’t taste how bitter it is” he had told you when you looked at his drink with a skeptical expression.

Well, it’s not a problem, you think taking a sip of your chai tea. Tim seems like a quiet person, he’s only said a handful of words to you so far, he probably won’t even bring up -

“So are you and Dick fighting?” Tim asks without looking up and you choke on your tea.

“So you are fighting” he hums as his gaze trails from his tablet to you. He figured Dick was being paranoid, honestly, even Tim thought following you to the coffee shop and pretending that he just ran into you was overkill.

Man, he figured you were just in the middle of some misunderstanding. He’s usually right about these things. Tim’s not going to lie, it stings to know Dick was on the nose about this one.

“It’s not that we’re fighting,” because you both really aren’t, there’s only going to be a fight if he finds out how you feel and how uncomfortable your new feelings make him considering he already has someone he loves.

“I just don’t want to get between him-“

“And Nightwing?” Tim supplies for you and your eyes widen.

“You know?” Tim nods in response.

You think Tim is saying he knows his brother and Nightwing are dating.

Tim thinks that you found out Dick got reprimanded a few weeks ago because he was spotted chatting with you on your balcony. He was able to play it off as just a normal chat but he would be risking exposing you to every villain in Gotham if they ever found out your were someone important to him.

“Maybe you are-“ Tim hums. You feel like a lightning bolt has struck your spine. So Dick does know about your feelings - or at least suspects something.

“But that’s not exactly a bad thing” Tim finishes, and you raise an eyebrow. You wait for an explanation but Tim’s already turned back to his tablet, typing away.

You look at the city, buildings springing up like trees from the concrete, their jagged edges like the crooks of a mountain. Nothing’s really changed. Not the buildings, or the skyline, not the stars in the inky black void of outer space. Not the city that never seems to sleep, the idle chatter of cars and civilians always whirring in the distance.

The only thing that has seemed to change, is you.

“That smells good, is it green tea?”

Well, one other thing has changed. You find a smile twitching onto your mouth as you hand Nightwing the mug in your hands. He’s perched on the ledge of your balcony, legs swing against the bars.

You get anxious just watching him.

“I had a feeling you’d stop by, it’s cherry blossom green tea, I think you’ll like it.” It’s a naturally sweet tea, so he should find it suits his taste considering he seems to share the same disposition for sweet things as his boyfriend.

You know that encounter with Tim this morning was weird, but the fact that you’ve kind of become late-night tea and chat buddies with your love rival is even weirder.

Looks like you can’t even make friends in a normal way.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he grins taking a sip of the hot beverage with a satisfied smile. The hum he lets out afterward sends shivers down your spine. Geez, no wonders Dick has it so bad for him.

You wonder what kind of noises he makes when they’re together-

Nope. Nope. No. Nope. No.

That was too far, your imagination really needs to get a grip.

“So how are things with you and that guy you love?” You flinch at the mention, choosing to take an unusually long sip of tea right then.

“That good huh?” Nightwing snorts, and you sigh. You’re not going to tell him about the cryptic conversation you had with Tim, especially considering the fact that he doesn’t seem to support their relationship.

Dick feels a little frustrated, as he watches you avoid his eyes. The whole thing seems off like there’s something missing. So you don’t want to be seen with Dick Grayson, but you don’t mind midnight tea talk with Nightwing- and you tell Tim how you don’t want to get in between him and his superhero persona- and then you wave him over when you see he’s a rooftop over-

It just doesn’t make any sense.

And worst of all-you look so pretty standing there, even with that sad look on your face.

“Well you know what they say-“ you let out a dry laugh, “to get over someone, you have to get under someone else”

It’s just a joke - a bad joke, you’re helping it’ll ease the tension. You figure Nightwing will make a dumb joke or pun back, and this whole thing can be behind you when he says-

“Get under me then” you’re so taken aback but what he’s said you’re sure he must have heard wrong. But when you look away from the green tea in your mug to his face, that chiseled face is only a few inches away from your own.

Before you can open your mouth to ask what he’s doing so close to you, his lips are pressed over your own. His gloved fingers ghosting over your cheek, holding it so tenderly that the action sends shivers down your spine.

Dick pulls away, fingers retreating to his domino mask, he doesn’t want to confess to you as Nightwing he wants to do it as Dick-

When you slap him.

This has seriously been the worst day. Dick sighs as he turns the water faucet to his shower off, grabbing his towel from the rack.

First, he forgets his cell phone at home on a Monday afternoon, so he’s got nothing to do to pass the time while he patrols.

Then the girl he likes slaps him before running back into her apartment without another word, probably to go cry-

And finally, to make the perfect end to the perfect day Dick got caught in a spontaneous rainstorm, getting soaked to the bone on his way back home. He figured Gotham could wait for a few hours and decided to come home a little early.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if I catch a cold” he mumbles tying his robe around his waist, his hands moving the towel to dry his hair, stopping mid-motion when he hears several very urgent knocks.

Well, who could it be at this hour? He’s considering ignoring it, probably just one of his brothers wanting to use his shower, when he hears several more knocks.

“Geez Jason, the neighbors are going to complain” he hisses, as he clings open the door, fully expecting to see his younger brother drenched to the bone and creating a puddle in the middle of his apartment building's hallway.

And someone is standing in the middle of his apartment building's communal hallway, drenched to the bone and creating a puddle in the hallway. But it’s not Jason, it’s you.

He only pulls you inside his apartment, the door clicking behind you when you break down into tears.

“I-I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to, I should have known better but- I didn’t think it would happen” The words are jilted by your tears and your chattering teeth. Did you run all the way here? Dick wonders as he starts using his slightly damp towel to dry your hair.

“I really didn’t want it, Dick, I promise I didn’t-“ you clasp his arm now jilting his movements. In the pandemonium, he completely forgot that you were the one that slapped him just a few hours ago, and now you’re the one apologizing for something?

“What are you talking about?” he sees your gulp hard, your eyes averted like a dog that realizes he’s accidentally snapped at his owner. And then, with clenched eyes and your hands balled into fists you shout:

“Nightwing kissed me!” Yeah, he knows, he was there. Kinda weird that you’re referring to him with his superhero persona. You look at him earnestly now- clasping both of his hands in yours.

“I promise I didn’t mean to make a pass at your boyfriend or steal him away from you.”

.

..

...

Huh?

You’re babbling about how ‘You could do so much better than a guy like that Dick’ and ‘if it was me- I would never do something like that’ when the flashbulb finally goes off over his head.

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhh. You think he’s dating Nightwing. This actually explains a lot.

“Here come with me” he grabs onto your numb wrist before you can answer, tugging you towards his bedroom. Your eyes staring into his robe-covered back.

Oh no, you can’t believe you didn’t realize it before.

Nightwing’s here isn’t he? That would answer why he hasn’t answered any of the texts you’ve sent him. Who would when they were busy having a romantic liaison with their lover. And obviously, he spun some different story for Dick, probably that you kissed him. And now you’re going to have to confront them both and pray that Dick believes you-

Only to your surprise, the bedroom is empty, and Dick’s fiddling around with something in his rather large wardrobe. Before you can ask what he’s doing he pulls out a suit-

It almost looks like a wet suit, with accents of blue amongst the sleek black- so he surfs? Is he showing off right now?

But then your eyes land on the bright blue symbol smack dab in the middle of the chest.

So Nightwing was here, and he did spin another story! You’re mentally preparing your best argument when you look into Dick’s baby blue eyes stare into your own, softening as they gaze warmly at you.

“(Y/N), I’m Nightwing”

.

..

...

(Y/N).exe is broken

Dick watches you gulp hard. Then he watches you slide past him, each step pronounced with a squeak, and step into his wardrobe before closing it from the inside.

“(Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)’s dead, so she can’t come to the phone anymore” Dick can practically feel the embarrassment radiate through the wardrobe door, and in spite of the situation, Dick laughs. He laughs so hard you actually swing open the door, crouched at the bottom of his wardrobe.

“It’s not funny Dick! Do you know how worried I was about you! I thought Bruce Wayne was homophobic and that you were leading some double life!” Dick only laughs harder at that. To be fair, he is leading a double life, just not the one you imagined he was.

“Well you’re not totally wrong,” he says between chuckles, sitting on the ground outside your wardrobe next to you. “I like guys and girls, but Bruce had it figured out before I even did,” he says with a shrug, mouth quirked up into a grin. His cheeks hold a rosy tinge, but somehow his red cheek is even brighter-

Ah, that’s the cheek you slapped.

Without thinking you reach out to him, your thumb caressing the swollen flesh. Dick doesn’t flinch away, relaxing into your touch.

“Sorry about that, I thought your boyfriend was cheating on you,” you say with a sheepish smile. Dick grins even wider.

“Would the response have been the same if you knew it was me?” There’s a hopeful glint in his eyes and you feel your heartbeat stutter.

Is he stupid?

If you knew it was Dick if you knew it was the boy you loved sitting on your balcony railing drinking tea with you all those times-

“Of course I wouldn’t have”

And Dick doesn’t wait another moment, leaning forward to catch your lips in his own.

This time you don’t slap him. Instead, you place both hands on his face and pull him in closer.

BONUS:

“So you’re Nightwing-“ you say, sitting cross-legged across from Dick in a marching bathrobe in his bed. He insisted you shower, he didn’t want you getting sick. You thought he was going to combust with how red he turned when you jokingly asked if he wanted to join you.

“And your Dad, Bruce, he’s Batman”

“That’s right” Dick nods.

“And you’re brothers, they’re the Red Hood, Robin, and Red Robin... respectively,”

Dick nods again.

“And Stephanie and Cass, they’re a part of this too, They’re both Batgirl” Dick nods, he tries to get some eye contact, but you’re firmly starting down at your hands.

“And your ex, Barbara Gordon, Commissioner Gordon’s daughter- she’s the original Batgirl.”

This must be pretty overwhelming, he had never realized what a robust mantle their extended family collectively carried. He’s about to offer you some comfort when your head snaps up-

“Do you think if I got all of them to autograph my textbook I could sell it and buy a new one”

Dick starts laughing.

“Seriously, there’s no one like you in the world”

[contemplativepancakes]

yarn rants with dandelion

3.5k of Geralt poorly hiding the fact that he knits from his family and, in general, being an idiot, read here on AO3

Geralt slams his laptop shut as his apartment door swings open, causing Eskel to quirk an eyebrow. “Whatcha doin’?” he asks. 

“Nothing,” Geralt says in a rush. 

“Uh huh.” Eskel raises his hands. “Can’t be any weirder than the porn Lambert watches.”

Geralt grunts, scrubbing a hand down his face. “You’re not supposed to be here yet.”

Eskel glances at his watch. “I figured you might want help before the game.”

“I’m ordering pizza,” Geralt says. “Actually, do you want to do it? I have cleaning I still need to do before everyone else gets here.”

Eskel’s eyebrows climb higher on his forehead, and Geralt starts to sweat as he sees Eskel's skepticism. Geralt always makes a spread on game day, telling everyone he’s not going to wait two hours for delivery while they’ll be so busy. 

“Um. Okay.” Eskel stares at him for a beat before finally pulling out his phone. “What am I ordering?” 

Geralt shrugs. “Whatever you want.”

He goes to his room, shutting the door behind him and hearing Eskel’s voice as he talks to the pizza place. Geralt looks to his bed, where a half finished baby blanket is laid out, before hastily gathering it and its attached ball of yarn up and stuffing them in a basket, piled high with various colors and weights. He throws some dirty clothes from his floor on top for good measure before reemerging from his bedroom, Eskel looking at him suspiciously from his spot on the couch. 

“Sure you don’t need help with anything?” Eskel asks. 

“No, I’m, uh, I’m good.” Geralt goes to the fridge and pulls out two beers, passing one to Eskel and keeping one for himself. 

Thankfully, Eskel doesn’t say anything about his odd behavior, just watches the pregame show with him without comment until Letho arrives, followed shortly after by Lambert and Aiden. Geralt’s relieved, because then Eskel’s attention goes to their ridiculous dancing around each other instead of scrutinizing Geralt. 

After everyone has left for the night, Geralt pulls his laptop back out, settling it on the coffee table in front of him and goes to get his blanket. He spreads it across his lap as he clicks play, the sound of a cheerful voice filling his living room. 

“Hey, guys! It’s Dandelion, back with my latest yarn haul! I’ve got some awesome ones, and ones you should avoid at all costs, so watch and see which is which!”

Geralt lets himself stare for a second before he jerks himself out of the trance and looks back down while his needles click together as he starts to knit. 

Geralt lets the feeling of the yarn between his fingers soothe him. That’s why he watches these yarn reviews, after all. He hates going to the store for yarn, but he hates wasting his money on yarn that’s scratchy and uncomfortable against his skin even more. 

Needless to say, he’s grateful to Dandelion for doing all the prep work for him, and he may or may not have developed a crush on the man.  Who watches these videos and hasn’t? Geralt reasons.

Dandelion has an infectious enthusiasm, and Geralt can’t help the soft smile from spreading across his face as he listens.

Geralt keeps knitting until his skein is almost out. When he has less of a ball and more of a tangle left, he casts his eyes around for the next one before looking despairingly back at his blanket when he doesn’t find it. 

Fuck. 

He knew he should have ordered extra; he always does this to himself, but somehow he never learns. He groans as he pulls his computer onto his lap and opens up the website he orders his yarn from. He goes into his history and clicks on the link to his blanket yarn. It’s teal, velvety, and Geralt can’t stop running his fingers over it. When the page finally loads,  out of stock  blinks back at him. 

Double fuck. 

He’s never made a blanket before, and he’s drastically underestimated how much it would take. He’s going to need at least three more skeins. Yen’s baby shower is in a month and a half, and there’s no telling when the yarn is going to come back in stock. What if they discontinued it? 

There’s nothing for it; he’s going to have to go into the store. He looks at the clock. First thing tomorrow, he decides, before it gets busy. He’ll go right when they open, before the store gets noisy and filled with women who always try to draw him into conversation for some reason. 

Geralt huffs at the thought. 

- 

Geralt tugs his scarf a little tighter against his neck before he gets out of the car and heads into the store. There’s only four cars in the parking lot, so Geralt hopes he’ll be able to get in and out quickly. 

Once he’s inside, he makes a beeline for the yarn aisle, trying to hold in his noise of dismay when he sees someone already standing there. Geralt avoids eye contact and feigns interest in the brightly colored acrylic yarns at the end of the aisle. The person is right in front of the baby yarn section, and Geralt tries not to tap his foot. 

Just when Geralt is getting ready to pretend to browse other aisles while he waits, there’s movement behind him. “Lovely scarf,” a man’s voice says. “Looks very soft.”

Geralt turns around, only for his eyes to widen as he comes face to face with Dandelion. 

He’s sure something very intelligent sounding comes out of his mouth, but he doesn’t register it. 

Whatever it was makes Dandelion laugh, sounding familiar and alarmingly close when they’re not separated by a screen. Geralt glances down at Dandelion’s basket to see it piled high with yarn. 

“Nice colors you have there,” Geralt finally manages. 

Dandelion beams. “Thank you!” 

Geralt takes a closer look and realizes they’re rainbow colors. He heaves a tiny sigh. He’s a disaster. Does Dandelion think he’s flirting with him? Not that Geralt doesn’t want to be, per se, but—it’s complicated. 

“Did you make your scarf yourself? Or did a boyfriend make it for you?” Dandelion asks. 

“I made it myself,” Geralt mumbles. He’s not sure whether he’s relieved by this line of questioning or not.

“Oh?”

“No boyfriend.”

Dandelion turns another smile on him, and Geralt tries not to melt. “What are you shopping for?” 

“Oh. Um. A blanket.”

Dandelion turns back towards the shelves with a critical eye before he plucks out a chunky bright yellow and holds it out to Geralt for his inspection. Geralt runs his fingers over it absently. “Feels nice.”

“Right? I love this brand. How big of a blanket are you making?”

“It’s for a baby.”

Dandelion’s eyebrow arches in question. 

“My friend is adopting soon; I thought this would be nice,” Geralt says, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

Dandelion shifts his basket from one hand to the other. “Oh, my. That is very nice.”

Geralt grumbles as he piles more yarn than can surely be reasonable into his own basket while Dandelion eyes the shelf thoughtfully. 

Geralt finishes putting the yarn into his basket and goes to leave the aisle, but Dandelion stops him before he takes more than three steps. 

“Better get more than you think. I get what I expect to use, and then add 25 percent more.”

That makes Geralt crack a smile. “That makes an expensive hobby even worse.”

Dandelion shrugs. “The curse of being a creative.”

Geralt picks two more bundles from the shelf. “I suppose you’re right.”

Dandelion clears his throat. “Hey, what’s your name?”

Geralt answers, and Dandelion looks him up and down. “Would you like to join our yarn circle?”

“What?” Geralt asks, throat dry.

Dandelion shakes his head glumly. “Nevermind. It’s just there are so few men…”

“I’ll join,” Geralt says, before he fully thinks out his words. 

Dandelion brightens instantly. “Excellent!”

Dandelion follows him to the register, chattering the whole way, and by the time Geralt leaves the store, Dandelion has his number saved in his phone. Geralt can’t help but notice how the women are leaving him alone today, just shooting him the occasional baleful look. It’s a nice change of pace. Maybe he should run into Dandelion more often. 

“I’ll text you, okay?” Dandelion says after he’s walked with Geralt to his car. 

“Um, yeah, okay,” Geralt replies. 

He slides into his car and watches Dandelion walk to a bright yellow slug bug. He quirks a grin. It fits him. Geralt’s just turned the key in his ignition when he realizes he didn’t even get the yarn that he came for. He sighs and shuts the engine off. 

If he reemerges from the store with the yarn for the rest of his blanket in addition to two skeins of blue that remind him of Dandelion’s eyes, well, that’d be creepy, and it’s nobody’s business but his, anyway. 

-

Geralt looks down at his phone.  yarn circle at that coffee place on Main tomorrow at ten! you in?

He saves the contact in his phone, debating with himself before typing  Dandelion 🌼.

He puffs a breath through his lips. He shouldn’t be this worked up about a text. 

See you then  , he types, and goes back to make the  s  lowercase. 

“Who are you texting?” Eskel asks from his spot on the couch, setting down his own phone.

“Who are  you  texting?” Geralt retorts weakly. 

Eskel looks at him, unimpressed. “My girlfriend, dude. Did you finally get yourself one? You know, it’s kind of weird Yen’s replacing you with a baby…”

Geralt grits his teeth. “She’s not replacing me. We just had conflicting goals for the future.”

“And what, pray tell, are these goals?”

Geralt shrugs. “Not kids. I’d be a terrible dad.”

Eskel rolls his eyes. It’s a conversation they’ve hashed out many times before. “Hmm,” Eskel says pointedly, and Geralt gives him an eye roll right back. 

“Are we watching this movie or not?”

Eskel mumbles something too low for Geralt to hear. 

-

The next morning dawns bright and early. Too early for Geralt to reasonably head out to the coffee shop by the time he’s ready, so he takes the time to work on the blanket. He’s inching closer to being done, and he’s looking forward to starting something with the yellow yarn, but he’s not quite sure what he wants to make yet. 

He wonders if he’s supposed to take his blanket to this yarn circle. Do they knit? Or just talk about it? What if they gossip the whole time? Geralt doesn’t have anything juicy to contribute; he doubts they want to hear about Eskel’s latest problems with his goat yoga business. Giving customers ringworm probably isn’t the best breakfast conversation. He takes in a deep breath, trying to stop the panic spiral. 

It’s fine. It’s going to be fine. 

-

It’s not fine.

When he walks in, Dandelion is already sitting at a table, wearing a floral button down that has entirely too many buttons undone to be decent. Geralt tries not to imagine what Dandelion’s chest hair would feel like under his finger tips, if it would be coarse and wiry or smooth and silky. 

Geralt shakes his head and grunts a greeting when Dandelion waves him over. 

“Hello, hello! Find the place okay?”

“No issues,” Geralt says, pulling out a chair and settling his bag with his knitting awkwardly on the ground. 

Dandelion glances down at his phone, and whatever he sees makes his face tighten. 

“Hmm, looks like the rest of the circle isn’t going to be able to make it. Flat tire.”

Geralt arches an eyebrow at him. “Do they...need help? I could go change it.”

Dandelion mutters something to himself before looking back up at Geralt. “I think they already have that covered.”

Geralt laughs and rubs a hand on his neck. “You know, I’m going to start thinking you were just trying to get me alone.”

Dandelion returns the nervous laugh and warms his hands on his mug. “Are you going to get some coffee?” he asks. 

“Uh, yeah.” Geralt stands up before turning back to Dandelion. “What do you recommend? I don’t come places like this very often.”

“Yeah, I bet. You seem like a coffee, black kind of person.”

“I don’t drink coffee,” Geralt admits. 

Dandelion’s eyes practically bug out of his head. “What do you mean you don’t drink coffee?”

“Makes me jumpy. My hands shake.”

Dandelion lets out a sharp exhale. “Wow.”

Geralt scowls. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not! Well, maybe a little. You just better get hot chocolate, then.”

“Fine. I will.”

Dandelion’s laughter when Geralt returns to the table with a mug piled high with whipped cream is infectious.

He’s not sure what comes over him, but Geralt sticks out his tongue. 

It’s not until he gets home that he realizes he never even pulled out his knitting. 

-

Dandelion starts texting him more and more, and Geralt feels vaguely guilty when he watches Dandelion’s latest video. 

He should probably tell Dandelion he watches them, but he doesn’t want it to turn into a  thing , and he certainly doesn’t read too much into it when Dandelion mentions running into a handsome stranger on his latest yarn expedition. 

He could be talking about anyone. 

Geralt finishes his blanket for Yen, and he starts to think about what his next project should be. The yellow yarn is bright and warm; silky smooth between his fingers. He starts another blanket, because why not? He’s been wanting to practice cabling, anyway. 

He brings it to the next yarn circle Dandelion invites him to, but it doesn’t get worked on, and Dandelion doesn’t say anything about where the rest of the circle is. Geralt doesn’t ask. 

Finally, four yarn circles in where no knitting is accomplished, Dandelion gives up the ghost and asks Geralt out on a date. “That’s not what we’ve been doing?” Geralt asks with a small smile. 

Dandelion shoves him in the chest, a teasing glint in his eye before his hand lingers on Geralt’s pec for a little too long. He jerks his hand back and clears his throat. “Great. I can’t wait," Geralt says.

“I’ll choose to believe that’s not sarcastic.”

Geralt pokes at him. “It’s not.”

“Hmm.”

Geralt rolls his eyes and  hmm s right back. 

-

A few weeks later finds Geralt sifting through Netflix for a movie to watch. “Hey, Dandelion!” Geralt calls from the couch, tugging a blanket up to his chin. 

Dandelion freezes from his spot just outside the living room with a bowl of popcorn in hand. 

“I have some white cheddar for that,” Geralt says.

“What did you just say?”

“I have some white cheddar for that,” Geralt repeats, more slowly this time. 

“No, no, before that.”

Geralt thinks. “Your...name?”

Dandelion blinks at him. “My name is Jaskier.”

Now Geralt is the one who’s confused. “No, it’s not?”

“Geralt, I think I know my own name.” Dandelion’s face pinches. “Wait. You watch my videos?”

Geralt steels himself for the conversation. He had been wondering if he'd just be able to take the fact that he watches them to his grave. “Yes?”

“And you didn’t think to mention this?”

“It seemed...weird," Geralt says haltingly.

Geralt’s still reeling from the revelation. He’s the world’s worst boyfriend; Dandelion has to be playing a cruel prank on him. 

“And it didn’t seem weird to you that you were watching me literally sing your praises last week?”

“I thought it was kind of sweet.”

Dand—Jaskier drags a hand down his face. “I can’t believe this.”

“How was I supposed to know that wasn’t your actual name?”

“Geralt, we have been together for a month. How do you not know my  name ?”

“It’s never come up!” Geralt says defensively. “You’re the one who never even introduced yourself. Talk about bad manners.”

Jaskier splutters, and Geralt can’t help but quirk a grin at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

Jaskier finally rallies. “We’re going to have a talk about online boundaries, but—”

“But what?”

“You’re so god damned stupid,” Jaskier says, before dragging Geralt into a kiss. 

Geralt goes without complaint. 

-

While Geralt ponders the new nature of their relationship, he finally finds a use for the blue yarn he’s been hoarding. The whole time he’s knitting the hat, he thinks of Jaskier. It’s exactly the right shade of his eyes, but Geralt doesn’t let himself contemplate it too hard. 

When he’s finished, he finds an index card and scrawls a message. He wraps up the whole thing and gives it to Jaskier the next time he sees him. 

Jaskier tears the package open and rubs the yarn between his fingers in delight. “You made this for me? No one’s ever knitted something for me before.”

“I’m glad I could remedy that,” Geralt says gruffly, shifting uncomfortably at the adoring look Jaskier is giving him. 

Jaskier notices the card and reads it before bursting into laughter. 

Sorry I didn’t know your name <3

“You’re forgiven.”

On to the next order of business, then. Geralt clears his throat. “Yen’s baby shower is next week.”

Jaskier makes a noise of polite interest, not looking up from where he’s examining the stitches in the hat. Geralt really hopes he doesn’t notice where he dropped one. 

Geralt waits for a few more seconds and sighs. Jaskier is really going to make him ask. “I was wondering if you would want to go with me.”

Jaskier tilts his head up and gives Geralt a bright smile. “Of course I would!” He pauses to think for a moment. “Are you...out to them?”

“Yes,” Geralt grumbles. “It turns out my hiding spot for my play girls when I was 16 wasn’t as clever as I thought.”

Jaskier snorts. “It never is, is it?”

-

In the days leading up to the shower, Jaskier’s anxiety starts to show, but Geralt politely doesn’t comment. They walk up to the party arm in arm, Geralt carrying both of their gift bags. Geralt had told him he didn’t need to get anything, but he had anyway, insisting that he had just happened to stumble across  the cutest onesie, Geralt! What a coincidence!

Geralt can’t help but smile as he looks over at Jaskier. Jaskier’s thumb is compulsively stroking over a spot on Geralt’s hand, and he’s even wearing the hat Geralt knitted him. Geralt’s chest feels tighter than normal. 

“Oh, so this is why you haven’t been such a grump lately?” Triss asks once they walk through the door, taking their gift bags to set on a side table. 

“I’m never grumpy,” Geralt says, and Jaskier has the audacity to laugh, so Geralt elbows him in the side. 

Triss laughs at that, too, before she goes off to find Yennefer and drags her back to them. “Geralt!” she exclaims, rubbing a hand up his arm. “I’m glad you could drag yourself away from your very important activities that you refuse to tell anyone about.”

Geralt rolls his eyes and looks over to see Jaskier staring at him curiously. 

“Ah, and this must be Dandelion!” Yen says, turning to Jaskier. 

“Eskel wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about that!” Geralt hisses, but Yen just gives him a delighted smile. 

Geralt sighs as she moves on to terrorize her next guest. 

“Your friends are pretty brutal, Geralt,” Jaskier says lightly. 

“You have no idea.” 

Geralt leads Jaskier over to where Eskel and Lambert are sitting by the food table and attempts to make small talk. 

Almost immediately, Lambert asks, “What’d you get her?” 

Eskel and Geralt share an exasperated look. “Why so competitive, Lamb? Over compensating?”

Lambert scowls. “I was just curious. You’re not going to be able to top what I got her, anyway. Best uncle ever.”

“You’re not going to be an uncle,” Eskel says. 

Lambert is unconcerned. “Best uncle ever.”

Geralt crosses his arms and leans into Jaskier, trying to block out Eskel and Lambert’s bickering. 

“I hate things like this,” Geralt mutters. 

“Oh, don’t worry, Geralt. You being an unbearable softie is our little secret. I won’t breathe a word.”

Geralt grumbles. “That’s not why.” He pauses, then, “Why do I put up with you?”

“I can think of a few reasons,” Jaskier says, turning his head to press a kiss against Geralt’s temple. 

Geralt flushes at the touch and looks around, but no one is staring at them like anything out of the ordinary happened. Geralt relaxes back against him. 

He’s almost dozing off by the time Yen gets to his gift, and he only realizes it by Jaskier digging a bony elbow into his stomach. He pinches Jaskier in retribution. 

Yen opens the gift carefully, making the appropriate polite noises as she does so. 

“Isn’t it soft?” Jaskier asks as she strokes her fingers over the blanket. “Geralt chose some great yarn.”

Geralt whips his neck around to look at Jaskier so quickly he thinks he heard something pop.

“What?” 

“The yarn! It’s so nice and such a lovely color, don’t you think? Geralt did a wonderful job.”

“Geralt, you made this?” Yennefer asks incredulously, and great, her voice cracks. 

Geralt sighs and tries to accept his fate of all the merciless jokes that are going to be made in his defense. “Yes?”

“And you didn’t think to tell me this?”

“When the fuck did you learn how to do that?” Lambert asks. 

Geralt shrugs defensively. “I’ve been knitting for years.”

Everyone’s eyes are drawn to the blue cap perched on top of Jaskier’s head, and teasing grins spread over their faces. 

Geralt groans. He’s never going to hear the end of this.

As Jaskier takes his hand in his and squeezes, he thinks maybe that’s okay. 

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - The Weird Little Shit

For: @darks-ink

A class discussion held by Wes about Danny’s weirdness was never not going to be an absolute cluster fuck

Wes smacks the board, “alright, fuckers, thank you for coming-”.

“We’re only here because we lost a bet”.

“Shut up, Dash. You shouldn’t have to be strong-armed into learning the truth”. Everyone rolls their eyes at Wes pretty actively. “Anyway, since you all refuse to see or even listen to the truth of what Danny Fenton is. Instead, this. Weird shit about Danny Fenton one oh one”.

Dash snorts, “now this I can get behind, little shit weighs, like, ten pounds or some shit”. Wes points at him aggressively, “exactly”. Scribbling down ‘weighs less than a sack of potatoes' on the board. Star throwing in her two cents, “yeah and I’ve seen Sam just pick him up under her arm and run off”.

Brittney smacks her desk, “half the time he makes food directly in home ec it’s fucking cold, which ew, but also really weird”.

“Oh yeah he does that with his drinks too. He whole ass ‘drank’ a solid chunk of ice, major power move honestly”.

“And remember that snowball fight? I don’t think he ever actually made any snowballs, he just kept acquiring them”.

“Kid made for a great air conditioner when all the windows got stuck shut though; guy runs cold as fuck”.

Wes is just aggressively scribbling more down with a mildly manic grin.

“We should totally invite him to parties so he can keep the fucking beer cold”.

Dash laughs loudly and smacks Dale on the arm, “now there’s an idea!”, deadpanning, “still not inviting freaky Fenton though”. Dale chuckles very awkwardly.

“Well he’s an ice sculptor so that’s not surprising”.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘ice sculptor’? He clearly lifts weights in his spare time”.

“Oh yeah, he lowkey picked up the back end of my car once”.

“James, your car is a tiny little piece of shit. I could lift that damn thing”.

“Hey”.

“Anyway. Like I was saying, people who handle cold shit all the time, you know, like ice sculptors, usually have cold hands”.

“He lifts weights! Not ice sculpts!”.

“Here I though he was a painter”.

“Why the fuck would he be doing that?”.

“Well he’s always randomly splattered in green paint”.

Basically everyone pauses to look at Hanna. Kwan blinking, “the green is ectoplasm, duh”. Emilie shrugging and nodding, “everyone knows that”.

“Well I thought it was paint”.

“Well you’re clearly stupid”.

“Shut up”.

Dash waves everyone off, “so clearly not a painter or weight lifter, because have you seen his goddamn noodle arms?”.

“He lifts weights!”.

“No he doesn’t!”.

“Who cares! Have you seen his dad? Of course he’s a strong little shit! What really gets me is him getting out of locked rooms”.

“Oh he whole ass climbs out windows and shit”.

“All that ecto that gets on his skin makes his hands all sticky, hence why he can climb the side of buildings”.

“When the heck did you see him doing that?”.

“Oh I totally saw him showing off knife swallowing to some elementary kids”.

“I think he hangs out and does drugs or some shit on the roof”.

“So he climbs up the school building to do drugs? Why wouldn’t he just use the hidden steps like a normal person?”,

“I’m pretty sure the kitchen staff actually include him in their budget for missing utensils cause he eats so many of them”.

“Julie, no one’s saying Danny’s close to normal. Also kids got an iron stomach damn”.

Dash has to jump in there, “I totally made him eat my underwear once”. Earning him a round of judging glances. “What? I didn’t expect him to actually do it. I was planning to mock him for pussying out. But then the little fucker went and did it”.

“Power move”.

“Shut up”.

“You fed your underwear to a guy who builds guns?”.

“Excuse me but what?”.

“Maybe him doing so much dangerous shit is why his heartbeats all slow and stuff”.

“Again, excuse?”.

“Well we totally tested everyone’s heart rates and breathing and shit and he’s super low. He blamed his corn supper”.

“That’s stupid”.

“His corn supper had teeth, Todd”.

“Back to the gun making because what?”.

“FentonWorks is a weapon company what do you expect?”.

“James, he made a shotgun out of a pencil, two toothpicks, an elastic band, and a snapped in half penny. The thing was magically welded together”.

“You can’t weld a fucking pencil. It’s wood, moron”.

“Well it was goddamn wielded”.

Wes grumbles, “yeah he welded my binder zipper together once, stupid pyrokinesis”. Star glares at him, “I thought this wasn’t about your crazy conspiracy crap?”. Wes glares at her like she’s stupid.

“Ignoring Wes being crazy again. You guys do know he has laser beam lipstick right? He could totally weld stuff with that”.

“Didn’t he have a tail that one day?”.

“Huh?”.

“That lipstick of his is the plasma peach one right? Because girl I so need some, it makes amazing blush”.

“Oh no a dog just crawled under his shirt. I think he was trying to hide the treats or some shit?”.

“Fucking where? in his shoulder blades?!?”.

“Oh my god that’s right, he can totally pop all his joints out so probably yeah”.

“Since when could he do that? Better yet, why? Fucking ow”.

“His fingers also glow green when he cracks them”.

“Right Right I remember that! We also got him under a black light, totally wild”.

“I wish I could pop out my joints randomly”.

“He probably just eats glow sticks and they leaked into his joints and shit”.

“THAT MAKES NO SENSE”.

“Who cares, take him to a rave”.

“Oh my god yes he does amazing makeup”.

“Wait Fenton does makeup now too?”.

Wes points at Dash, “he’s got to cover up the dead parlour to his skin somehow”. With half the class shouting, “HE’S NOT DEAD”.

Emilie pursing her lips, “but what if he was, that would be hot”.

“EXCUSE ME!?!”.

“Oh get off your vanilla basic bitch high horse, Karen”.

Wes rubs his forehead, “not this shit again”. Smacking the board, “weird shit about Fenton, people! Not y’alls weird necrophilia fetish!”.

“Hey that’s just Emilie”.

Jesse looks genuinely offended, “bitch what? Have you seen a ghost? That glow? Mmmmmh yeah, daddy”.

Star chokes, “oh my god. I love our town”.

Wes sighs, “I should just start blocking you people from seeing ghosts at all. Cover those eyes until you stop BEING FUCKING BLIND”.

“Eyes never stop seeing, they just get covered”.

“NO! NO! BAD!“.

“That weirdly reminds me that Danny can totally walk with his eyes closed”.

“That’s weird how?”.

“How ‘bout you fucking try it then!”.

Dash shrugs, “well his eyes go glowy green all the time so no surprise he can just see through his eyelids”. More than a few people look to him, “why did you not add that to the weird list?”.

“Because it’s not weird”.

“Dash... do you know anyone with goddamn glowing eyes... besides ghosts”.

“Uhhh the entire Defect Quartet”.

“Excuse?!?”.

“Honestly him biting open pop-cans is weirder”.

“Oh god yeah, that’s horrible to hear”.

“He dead ass cut his lip up once doing that and just... kept doing it. There was blood all over his neck”.

“Why the heck didn’t anyone take an edgy aesthetic photo of that? Goddamn”.

“I feel like this is more an off-the-books class on discovering that Danny might actually be hot”.

“You wanna say Fenton’s hot again? I’ll goddamn choke you, motherfucker”.

“Do it you fake ass bear dom”.

A couple of people shuffle out of their desks and away when Dash actually throws a punch at Jasper.

“On a side note, once saw Danny sleeping in a trash can”.

“How is that weird”.

“How isn’t it? It’s a trashcan”.

“And he’s trash, your point”.

“YOU'RE GONNA HAVETA HIT HARDER IF YOU WANT TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION ON YOUR TWINK BOY! HE’S DURABLE AS FUCK!”.

“FUCK YOU!!!”.

“Huh, he did survive falling from the ceiling multiple times and that drowning once”.

“Fucker wasn’t drowned, he can breathe underwater”.

“Excuse me?”.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?!”.

Dash snapping his head around, “IM TEACHING HIM A LESSON!”. Jasper just smirks, “I DON’T NEED BREATH PLAY TIPS FROM YOU!”. Dash tries punching him again.

“This is ridiculous, I mean really, Danny would be the dom”. That silenced the entire room.

“What?”.

“Come on, he ate Skulker once ‘cause the guy was coping him an attitude”.

“DANNY EATS GHOSTS?!?”.

Wes turns around and slams his head on the board, “God fuck this is such a cluster fuck”.

“You’re hosting this and holding us hostage here”.

“YOU’RE NOT MY HOSTAGES! YALL LOST A BET!”.

“Oh suck my toes”.

“WHAT?!”.

“While Wes loses his mind for the fifth time this week, what we’ve got is he’s icy as shit, likes welding and makeup and ice sculptures and weight lifting, weighs fuck all, just vores goddamn everything, and climbs shit weirdly well?”.

“You’re forgetting all the glow shit”.

“HA! Glowing shit”.

“Fuck Todd, you are a dumbass”.

“IN SHORT LOCAL ELDRITCH TEEN BUT HE’S STILL NOT A GODDAMN GHOST WES!”

“FUCK YOU! IT’S SO GODDAMN OBVIOUS HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE LIKE THIS OHMYGOD!”.

Just then Danny Fenton opens up the door, the class going dead silent while he glances around slowly. Him looking to the whiteboard, then slowly back to his fellow teens, speaking “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no”, while slowly backing out and closing the door.

At first, no one says anything before Star snickers, “pffft”; the entire classroom bursting out into laughter directly afterwards.

Wes turning around and smacking his head on the board once again, “why. Just. Why me”.

END.

Prompt: Wacky reveals (ex: Danny drying up too quickly bc intangibility, Danny's drink stays cool way too long, people's electronic devices are always more charged when they've been near Danny, etc)

[willowbird]

HEY for the prompt game: au 7, trope 3 (i love chaos), and very specific location 2? i'll leave the pairing up to your whimsy i just saw the combination of au and trope and HAD to request it lmao

Foxes as kids, foxes WITH kids, INSIDE ANDREW'S CLOSET.

Guys guys guys there were SO MANY WAYS I wanted to do this that my brain kinda exploded for a moment before I decided to go this route. Hope you enjoy!

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"Oh no oh no oh no oh no!!!!!”

Andrew looked up at the ceiling, where the small, modern chandelier above the kitchen island swung in time with the distressed shouts and several ominous thumps. He looked over to where his husband was flipping pancakes and rose a single brow in question.

Neil shrugged, as if to say 'How should I know?'

A brief staring contest ensued, continued chaos still racketing upstairs. Finally, Andrew lifted one hand and curled it into a fist. Neil lifted his own, and after a brief round of rock-paper-scissors Andrew sighed to his loss and pushed away from the counter.

Neil caught the edge of his shirt as he passed him, tugging him in for a quick kiss. "I'll put extra chocolate chips in the pancakes."

"Bribery is unnecessary when you won fair and square," Andrew grumbled back.

Neil raised his eyebrows. "You turning down more chocolate? I mean okay, if you're-"

Andrew cut him off with a kiss. "Too late to take it back." Then he turned and headed out of the kitchen, only to be nearly mowed down by a wide-eyed eight-year-old.

"Watch yourself there, Kev," Andrew cautioned as he prevented the gangly child from sending them both to the ground.

The kid's big bottle-green eyes were wide with alarm. "Dad! He's going bonkers! I dunno what's wrong with him." He wrinkled his nose. "Well, there is a lot wrong with him. But I mean I don't know what's wrong with him today."

Andrew sighed, more because he was pretty sure he did know what was going rather than because he didn't. It was honestly better if Kevin just thought his brother was being weirder than usual for as long as possible. He had a feeling that if Kevin could get any leverage on his spazzy older brother he'd turn into even more of a terror than he already was.

Andrew ruffled his younger son's hair and gave him a nudge. "I'll check on him. Go help your dad with breakfast."

Kevin perked up. "Pancakes?"

"Pancakes," Andrew confirmed with a solemn nod.

"Do you think dad'll make one in the silhouette of a dead French guy?!”

"If you ask him, maybe."

That's all it took, and the kid was taking off like a shot again. Andrew watched him go, grimacing at the thought that they would probably have to enroll him in sports this year if only to help him burn off all that damned energy. He was just as bad as Neil.

A scampering upstairs followed by the slam of a door drew Andrew's attention back to matter at hand. The slammed door did not come from either of the boys' rooms, but rather the opposite end of the hall, where Neil and Andrew's room was. In all, this wasn't all that surprising - at least not when it came to his fourteen-year-old. He'd been hiding in Andrew and Neil's closet whenever he got particularly upset since he was four and Neil had performed a "magic ritual" to make the closet a "bunker against all evil".

Andrew climbed the steps and made his way down the hall, stopping once he came to the closed closet door. From inside he could hear the muffled mutterings of an anxious teenager. He lifted a hand and knocked with just two knuckles.

When there was no answer, he knocked again and asked, voice mild, "Can I come in?"

Then he waited, giving his son time to process that he was here for him, whatever the issue was. Almost a full minute passed before a tight, watery voice said, "Y-you can come in."

Permission granted, Andrew swung open the door to find Nicky curled up in the corner, cheeks flushed and brown eyes full of tears. Nicky was technically Andrew's much younger cousin on his biological mother's side, but he and Neil had adopted him when, at two, DCFS took him away from his parents due to a severe case of neglect. The first few years had been tense - because Luther and Maria had tried to fight it - but Andrew's adoptive mother was a child psychologist and Neil's foster sister a renowned family lawyer.

Even without the connections they would have fought to the death to keep Nicky, though. From the second they brought him home, he was theirs, and they were the only real parents the boy had ever known.

"H-hey pops," Nicky stammered through a poorly-attempted smile.

Andrew waved away the bravado and took a seat next to his son. "Should I talk to Grandpa Wymack about getting us a bigger closet? We aren't both going to fit in here much longer," he said lightly, a soft opening for Nicky to tell him what had him so upset.

Nicky laughed, a more genuine sound, then sniffed and rubbed at his eyes. "N-no. I'm sorry. I just..."

Andrew shook his head to stop him. "I would rather pay to have the closet expanded than take away a place you feel safe when you are upset."

As he watched, tears filled Nicky's eyes again, then he launched forward and it was honestly probably a good thing that the closet was a tight fit, otherwise Andrew might have gotten knocked over by the force of the hug. As it were, he was able to catch his son, patting his back only slightly awkwardly as Nicky let out a choked sob and began to ramble:

"..and then I told him that I liked his EARS oh my god Pops I am such a MORON why couldn't I tell him that I liked his eyes like a normal human or even that I liked his mouth or something!? That's sexy right? Oh my god this is terrible. And then! AND THEN I went and I liked about ten of his posts IN A ROW LIKE A CREEP and he NOTICED and then he MESSAGED ME and oh my god I can never show my face again.."

There was very little that Andrew could do other than listen, so that was what he did. As he did, though, he felt a warmth pool in his chest. A warmth that his son felt so safe and comfortable in his and Neil's space that he came here to hide when he felt upset. A warmth that he felt so comfortable, so safe with Andrew that he invited him into that space with him. That his son would cling to him and ramble about his boy problems without fear of judgement. That the biggest problems Nicky had right now were typical teenaged woes, not all the horrors that both Andrew and his husband were far too aware of existing in the world.

"I just don't know what to DO. Oh my god my life is OVER," Nicky finished with a flourish, pulling back and looking up at him with wide dark eyes.

After a thoughtful pause, Andrew finally gave a hum and said, "Well, that depends."

"Depends?"

Andrew shrugged. "Does he really have cute ears?"

Nicky made and high, defeated sound, burying his face in his hands. "They are ADORABLE, Pops. A-dor-a-ble."

"Ah." Andrew nodded his understanding and patted his son on the shoulder. "Then I think that definitely calls for extra chocolate chips in the pancakes."

And, because Nicky was a teenaged boy with boy problems - but he was also still a teenaged boy (and moreover, he was Andrew's son), his head went up and his eyes brightened. "Chocolate chips."

"And whipped cream."

"Oh!" Nicky scrambled to his feet and bounded out of the closet with a flourish, only to come up short when Andrew snagged the back of his shirt.

"And Nicky, those crashes from before..?"

Nicky blushed brightly and glanced out the bedroom door toward his own room and quickly back again. "Um.. I'll clean up after breakfast?"

Andrew put on his most impactful Dad Stare, then gave a firm nod before letting go. "You better. Now hurry on before Kevin eats them all."

Nicky yelped in an entirely new kind of distress, all but sprinting out of the room. "KEVIN DON'T YOU DARE YOU LITTLE MONSTER!"

Andrew watched him go and didn't bother to stop the smile that crawled onto his face from a hidden chamber somewhere in the center of his heart. There was once a time he might have resisted it, when he was younger and wounded and angry, his teeth bared against a world that had only ever hurt him. Now, though? Now there was so much fierce, protective warmth inside of him - so much pride, so much adoration, so much love, that he no longer saw the expression of joy as a sign of weakness.

Shouts and scuffling downstairs pulled him out of his thoughts and he sighed to himself, but he was still wearing the smile as he headed down to breakfast.

[melanielocke]

Lost in the Shadows - Chapter 28

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Ultimately, Thomas had to admit there was no way he was getting back to his bedroom without help, and his father drove him even though it was usually close enough to walk. Alastair and Lucie were still there, in conversation with Barbara, but Thomas barely had the strenght to stand up, much less join the conversation, so he only kissed Alastair quickly and went to bed. He would have a conversation with his parents about their protectiveness tomorrow, he told himself.

He slept restlessly that night. He dreamt of the land in between, of the dark ruins and the castle they would become. At some point the dream became increasingly weirder as he ended up running from an army of evil socks. It took a few moments when he woke up to realize that it was a dream, there were no socks attacking him. How did an army of socks even make sense?

He was drenched in sweat and felt disgusting. Part of him wanted to get out of bed to shower and clean up, but that also sounded like a lot of effort and Thomas didn’t feel like he had the strenght to do much more than move from his bed to the couch. Part of him considered just staying in bed, but bed was too wet and gross. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to sweat this much, he never sweat much when he worked out.

He managed to find a towel to dry off with and a clean pajama to change into, and went to the living room carrying two plush owls. After boiling some water and making tea, Thomas collapsed onto the couch. That appeared to be enough exercise for today.

It wasn’t much later when his parents came into the living room, and Thomas braced him for the inevitable worry.

‘How are you feeling, Tommy?’ his mother asked.

He could lie and say he was feeling better, but he also didn’t think he’d be able to get off the couch. They’d see through him anyway.

‘Like a wet towel,’ Thomas said.

Sophie picked up the thermometer and said down next to him.

‘I can take my own temperature,’ Thomas said, a bit more harsh than he’d intended.

His mother looked hurt, although she tried to conceal it. Thomas was adept at looking behind the masks people put on, or perhaps he just was more sensitive to the parts of someone’s body language other people didn’t think about. This would have been a lot easier if he didn’t notice how he made his mother feel.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘It’s just that… I don’t like being taken care of. I don’t like being treated as if I’m helpless.’

‘But you are sick,’ his mother said, a bit unsure. ‘You don’t have to do everything by yourself.’

‘I know,’ Thomas said. ‘But I’ve been sick so often and it just hurts so much. I feel like I’m that sick child again.’

‘I never realized you felt that way,’ his mother said, thermometer in her hand, not sure what to do with it. ‘Of course you can take your own temperature. But you can’t do anything on your own, Tom, especially not now.’

‘I know,’ Thomas said. ‘I hate that, I always have. I know you all had to make changes for me, but I never wanted that. And I know that’s not your fault or mine or anyone’s, but I hated being a burden.’

His mother cupped his cheek with her hand. ‘You could never be a burden, Tommy. But why didn’t you tell us you felt that way? I know we can be protective, and there were certainly times where we had to call back your sisters, but we never realized it bothered you.’

‘I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, or anyone else’s,’ Thomas said.

Perhaps the main reason he and Matthew weren’t as close as they used to be was that Matthew was naturally inclined to take care of other people. And sure, that was sweet, and not a bad characteristic at all, but it did clash with Thomas’ need for independence.

His mother took his hand. ‘You know you can tell us everything, right? I never meant to hurt you, I just want to protect you.’

‘I don’t need to be protected,’ Thomas said. ‘I know I’m sick right now, but it’s always like this. And I understand, I know you’re worried, and I know how exhausting and terrifying it was to take me to all those different doctors when none of them could tell you what was wrong with me. But that passed, and I grew up. I’m not a sick child anymore.’

Thomas put the thermometer in his ear, and took it out when it beeped to read it. ‘39,5,’ he said. ‘That’s worse than yesterday.’

‘Maybe we should take you to see a doctor,’ Sophie suggested.

‘They’ll just tell you I have the flu and need rest,’ Thomas said. ‘Or if this is something supernatural, there won’t be much a doctor can do. If anything, Jem can take a look and see if I need to go to the hospital, right?’

‘Of course,’ his mother said. ‘I’m just scared. I hope you understand that.’

‘I do,’ Thomas said. ‘I know, I’m scared too. But I think I’d prefer if you just left me. I know I can’t do everything myself, I could barely get from my bed to the couch. But if I need anything, I’ll ask.’

‘Alright. You ask what you need for. But don’t be afraid to ask, I know you prefer to solve everything by yourself and sometimes you can’t. Do you want anything for breakfast?’

‘I have no appetite whatsoever,’ Thomas said.

‘I can make you some soup if you want,’ his mother suggested. ‘It is important that you eat and drink as much as you can.’

‘Maybe later,’ Thomas said as he attempted to drink his tea.

He was a bit dehydrated, he guessed, which was no surprise. He was so cold and shivering, maybe tea would help him get a little warm again.

‘Do you have another blanket?’ Thomas asked when he’d found a comfortable position on the couch.

He was still cold, his teeth clattering, and he wasn’t exactly comfortable. He found the box of paracetamol on the table where he’d left it and swallowed two, hoping that would lower the fever a bit, but so far no success.

His mother returned with another blanket and a wet towel. Thomas gratefully put the blanket over his feet. It was one of the disadvantages to being so tall, he always needed longer blankets, a longer bed, everything. It was all very inconvenient. He put the wet towel in his neck, and wiped off his forehead a little.

‘You’re not feeling any better, are you Tom?’ his father asked.

‘Not really,’ Thomas said.

‘Lucie just called. She and Cordelia want to go after Tatiana. Will and Tessa are going with them, at least they need someone to drive them. Would you be alright if I went with them? It is probably silly of me, but Tatiana is still my sister and I think there’s a part of me that hopes she is not lost.’

‘I understand,’ Thomas said. ‘If Babs or Genie did something like this I would try everything to get them back. Although I really can’t picture either of them doing this.’

‘Me neither. But I guess I felt the same about Tatiana. She was always very well behaved as a child, she could be sweet even. Eager to please father. I know Gabriel has completely given up on her, but I can’t. I will only go if that’s alright with you though. If you need me here, I’ll stay.’

‘Mom will still be here, won’t she?’

‘Yes, and Alastair and Jem are staying too. They think it’s best at least one person who knows how to wield a weapon stays here with you, and I don’t think Alastair wanted to leave your side either.’

‘I hope he doesn’t worry too much,’ Thomas said quietly.

‘We all worry,’ Gideon responded. ‘He’s a sweet guy, it’s obvious you two like each other very much. And he and Jem are on their way here. We’ll keep in touch.’

His father hugged him, and Thomas noticed there were tears in his eyes. If they failed, then this might be the last time he saw his father, Thomas realized. If they failed, he would die, probably within days. It still confused him, how Jesse had been sick but had died of getting lost, but Thomas was about to die of this sickness. Or did the thief have any more surprises?

‘I love you, Tom. Please don’t die.’

***

Lucie woke up early in the morning to start working with the locket. Barbara remembered everything now. It had taken some work from both her and Alastair and even now Lucie was still tired from using so much power. She could command someone to live, but only for a couple of hours at most. It wasn’t the same as resurrecting someone, she couldn’t bring someone back from the dead, but she could make them experience what it was to live again. It was not the same as simply making someone visible, it was much more than visibility. It was also exhausting and she could only do it so often.

Lucie herself hadn’t seen the memories, she couldn’t keep Barbara in a state of living and follow Alastair into the memory at the same time. Alastair was the only one who had seen the but he’d shared everything that was important. They had a better grasp of who the thief was now. Her mother was still working on her memory, and Lucie wasn’t sure why Barbara’s entire memory had come back when her mother still only remembered bits and pieces.

Barbara had been a servant of sorts in the palace. He mainly chose women he considered attractive for those positions, it seemed, and she’d overheard some conversations he’d had with more powerful souls while sweeping the floor. Everything combined, they’d concluded some souls could work their way up in his realm, and they’d concluded the thief had been mortal once and therefore could be killed. They’d gotten an idea of his power, and Lucie began to suspect it was much like her own magic, even if he was still far more powerful. It made sense that she was his granddaughter. He had the power of shapeshifting too, something Lucie didn’t think she could do, but something her mother used to do. Before she lost her magic. Lucie wondered if there was any way she could get it back.

If anyone could stop him, it was them. Cordelia’s sword, Lucie’s magic, those were weapons he couldn’t have that much experience with, right? Tessa might have only been able to seal him, but Lucie suspected her power was different from her mother’s even if it was similar. And Tessa had been on her own.

Alastair hadn’t found any information of other people trying to fight or stop him. He had figured out the thief was immortal, but not invulnerable, and although they weren’t absolutely sure, they suspected cortana would hurt him.

‘The trickiest part would be to find him,’ Alastair had said. ‘But I’ve seen quite a bit of the realm now, maybe I could.’

But Thomas had gotten even sicker, and therefore Tatiana would need to be found first. That was the plan. Find Tatiana, stop or at least slow down her plan so Thomas wouldn’t die, and then enter the realm of the thief to kill him. The only missing piece of information was where to find him, but Lucie’s best guess would be the ruins, except as a full castle in his own realm.

Lucie turned the locket around in her hand. It was pretty, she guessed. She knew it was supposed to open, but she couldn’t figure out her way around the lock. Somehow it seemed sealed shut.

She would need to get it to work before they could find Tatiana. Jesse had written something about how only she could make it work. Had he made this thing himself, or had Tatiana? But then why would she be able to use it? Lucie concluded it had to have something to do with her power.

‘Any progress?’ Cordelia asked as she came downstairs, dressed for battle?

Her hair was a bit messy still, braided, but not well and strands were falling out of her braid. She was wearing a loose brown tunic that was tucked at the waist over black leggings, clothes she could move in even if they did not offer much protection. Not that other clothes would, they didn’t exactly have armor lying around.

‘Not yet,’ Lucie said. ‘What did you do to your hair?’

‘I prefer to have it out of my face, but this looks like nothing. I hate to admit it but I cannot braid my own hair,’ Cordelia said.

‘Doing your own hair is harder than someone else’s,’ Lucie said. ‘Come here, I’ll fix it.’

Lucie undid Cordelia’s braid, and then went to find several hairbrushes, hairpins and elastic bands. Instead, she braided Cordelia’s hair into a crown shape, using pins to keep everything in place, finishing with some hair spray.

‘You won’t worry about your hair getting in your face now,’ Lucie said.

‘Good. It looks nice, I like it. Have you figured out how to summon Jesse?’

‘I think I’m supposed to open the locket,’ Lucie said. ‘But I can’t. You’re stronger than me, can you try?’

Cordelia carefully pulled at the locket, but it wouldn’t budge. ‘Didn’t Jesse’s note say you had to open it?’

‘Yes, but I’m not sure how. I’ve tried asking it to open, but that didn’t work. I’m considering traveling to the land in between and trying it there but that would mean I’d bring Jesse back there.’

Cordelia gazed at the ceiling, something she and her brother often did when they were thinking. ‘Maybe you shouldn’t ask the locket. Maybe you should ask a ghost.’

‘A ghost?’

‘If only a ghost can use it, then you’re the only living person who can use it. At least around here.’

‘Perhaps. It’s worth a try. But if that’s how it works, Jesse really should have been less vague.’

‘He could have been scared Tatiana would find it. Assuming she doesn’t know how it works or how to use it. Or that Jesse changed something so that only a ghost could open it.’

Lucie wasn’t sure what to think of any of these explanations, all she knew was she was getting tired of all these vague explanations where she had to figure everything out on her own.

She found Jessamine in the bathroom upstairs, looking at herself in the mirror and doing something with her hair. What it was, Lucie couldn’t tell, it looked the same as always.

‘Jess, can you help me with something?’ Lucie asked.

‘What do you need?’ Jessamine asked.

‘Please open this locket for me,’ Lucie said, handing Jessamine the locket.

Jessamine pulled at the edges and without too much effort the locket opened. Jesse appeared by her side.

‘So you did find the locket,’ Jesse said. ‘I’m not sure how much time we have. My mother moved. A part of the ritual needed to be done in Thomas’ proximity, but she’s past that now. She’s currently in a hotel in Inverness, and I can give you an address and room number. That’s where she has set up everything to complete the ritual. If you do nothing, the exchange will be complete at midnight.’

Jesse wrote down the address on a piece of paper and Lucie wondered if he could only do that because he was near her, or if that was how much stronger he’d become.

Lucie frowned. ‘Why do you not wish to save yourself?’

‘I never wanted anyone to die for me,’ Jesse said. ‘So many died. That boy in the lake. The thief asked my mother for a gifted child and she decided to try if she could drown a boy who was a competitive swimmer. I don’t know how many before that. I don’t want to bear that guilt. I just want to move on and forget about this life. I’ve always liked the idea of reincarnation. So many lives cut short, it’s nice to think I might have another chance. I would choose that over continuing the life I lost.’

Lucie understood. She would never wish for someone else to die so she could live. She just wished there was a way to save both Jesse and Thomas, but even with her power she couldn’t bring people back from the dead.

‘How do we stop her?’ Lucie asked.

‘Tatiana has to be the one to cast the spell. That’s why she hid from you, so she could speak the incantations to bring me back and kill Thomas from a safe place. She said he’s fallen ill due to her progression, is that true?’

Lucie nodded. ‘He has a fever and seems to be getting worse.’

‘When my mother finishes the incantation at midnight, Thomas will die. The spell requires that it is done just before midnight in this world, so if you stop her but she escapes, you’ll buy yourself at least a day. But in the end, you’ll want to stop her for good.’

‘Can we do that without killing her?’ Lucie asked.

‘Only if you destroy the thief,’ Jesse said. ‘But if you keep her a prisoner until you do that you’ll have the time you need. If you can, please don’t hurt her. I know what she did is awful, but she’s still my mother.’

Lucie nodded, she suspected Gideon wouldn’t want them to hurt his sister either if there was a way to stop it. Abducting her seemed like a decent solution, if they could make sure she was unable to finish the incantation then at the very least Thomas would not die.

‘So if we stop her, then things will remain as they are?’ Lucie asked.

‘I think so, yes,’ Jesse said. ‘I’ve grown so much stronger the past day, but I am not yet alive. I think Thomas will not die, but he won’t get better either until you find a more permanent solution. And Lucie, I am yours to command if you need me.’

Jesse began to flicker. ‘I need to return. My mother will find me missing. You’ll have to hurry, it is a long drive to Inverness.’

Jesse disappeared. A drive, which meant they’d need at least one person with a license to come with them. Lucie and Cordelia were both too young to drive. Lucie returned to the living room, where her parents, uncle Jem, and Alastair and Cordelia were discussing strategies.

‘I found out where Tatiana is,’ Lucie said. ‘Jesse gave me an address. It’s a drive of several hours and we’ll need to be there by midnight as that’s when Thomas will die if we don’t stop Tatiana. However, if we stop her from speaking the incantation, then the whole thing will be postponed until she does say them before midnight.’

‘So if we abduct her, that will buy us time,’ Alastair concluded. ‘But it will not end the whole thing?’

‘No, Jesse didn’t think so,’ Lucie said. ‘Either way, we have no time to lose and need at least one person to drive. Who is coming?’

‘We’ll need at least one person who can fight to stay behind,’ Alastair said. ‘In case it is a trick, in case something will come for Thomas and it’s not the sickness that will kill him.’

Lucie suspected Alastair did not want to leave Thomas. They hadn’t been together long, but they’d fallen into couple mode quite easily, with Alastair staying by Thomas’ side as much as he could.

‘You’re not coming with us, then?’ Cordelia asked.

Alastair refused to look her in the eye. Lucie had noticed it was something he struggled with, especially when things got too stressful.

‘I think it is best if I stay with Thomas,’ Alastair said.

Cordelia frowned, tried to find her brother’s gaze. ‘Alright,’ she said. ‘I trust you know what’s best.’

‘I’ll stay too,’ Jem said. ‘It’s been too long since I’ve fought anything, but I hope I can help take care of Thomas.’

‘I’ll drive,’ Will offered. ‘I’m sure Gideon will want to come, although I don’t think he’ll be able to reason with his sister anymore.’

‘I’m not letting you go alone,’ Tessa said.

‘You’re not letting me?’ Will asked.

‘I know how reckless you get. You haven’t changed that much since we met,’ Tessa said. ‘And Lucie is not much different. I’ll need to come to keep you all in check. Besides, I stopped the thief once. I’m starting to remember how I did it, even if it wasn’t enough in the end.’

Lucie worried about her parents coming, they did not have any special powers and were out of practice with their weapons, but she had to agree her mother was a bit more level headed.

‘You can borrow a dagger if you want,’ Alastair told Will. ‘Lucie has one already, and Cordelia has cortana, but I think it is wise to bring something so you can defend yourself. Just be quick about it, Inverness is a long drive and you only have until midnight.’

[retrievablememories]

the honeymooners | taemin (m)

title: the honeymooners pairing: taemin x reader genre: smut, angst, fluff request: “Taemin and his new bride get into a fight at the hotel they’re staying at in China because she saw her ex and was all touchy(not purposely) and he was jealous that other men looked at her despite she being HIS wife so he reminds her who she married after they get back to their hotel room and he shows her how much he loves her body & soul as they make love and after he apologizes for being so angry,tells her he loves her so much+is blessed to her hubby and can’t wait to have kids with her. ❤️” word count: 4.1k warnings: oral (female receiving), exhibitionism, unprotected sex (don’t try at home 🤪), creampie

For your honeymoon, you and Taemin decided to spend a few weeks in Shanghai. Everything was planned out ahead of time to make sure you’d have the best time possible — from the hotel you were staying in to the things you were going to see around the city.

Things had been going well for the first few days — just as well as you hoped and wished they would, and you honestly couldn’t imagine asking for anything more perfect. Well, that is, up until one particular night at the hotel where you were staying at.

You and Taemin had decided to eat dinner there that night instead of going somewhere else within the city, being a little worn out from all the sightseeing and activities and not wanting to make another long trip back and forth, so you headed to the hotel’s dining room.

Partly, though, you also suspected that Taemin didn’t want to spend anymore time out in the city because he was a little incensed about all the stares you were getting. Wherever you went that day, there were at least one or two men looking your way, perhaps a little more closely than they should’ve been. It hadn’t been an unusual thing to get stares since you arrived in Shanghai—you were a foreigner in a new land—but today, it was more intense.

Taemin had enough sense not to blame it on you or what you were wearing, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still going to be angry with the men who were looking at you. He’d held your hand a little tighter, pulled you around the waist more closely, leaned in more than necessary to hear your words whenever you spoke to him. He wanted people to know you were taken—though it was already obvious and didn’t seem to deter the glances either way.

You’d tried to laugh the lingering looks off, but Taemin didn’t find it as nearly as amusing as you did. Still, you continue to hope that you can steer his mind away from this subject once you get to the dining room and start on your meal.

“Everything is so fancy here,” you say after you’ve taken your seats at a table. “I’m glad we chose this hotel. You don’t get to see this kind of luxury everyday.’

“I’m glad, too.” Taemin scans his eyes across the room, taking in its elegance and beauty in a way that he hadn’t got to do when you’d first arrived in the city. Already, he feels a little more calm after getting away from the prying gazes of so many people out on the streets.

However, something out of the ordinary soon catches his attention. “Isn’t that…?” Taemin pauses and cocks an eyebrow when he sees a familiar face across the room—one he’d rather not recognize. Your ex-boyfriend.

“Who?” you ask, but your question is immediately answered when you also see the man standing across the other side of the room. “Jesus, is that Joseph?”

“He works as a waiter here? Of all hotels in the world?” Taemin says, instantly looking a bit disgruntled. If he’d somehow known that, he honestly never would’ve booked this place, but it’s far too late to do anything about that. Maybe that’s an extreme way to try to avoid your spouse’s ex, but Taemin didn’t want to have anything to do with the man and wasn’t interested in starting now.

You and Taemin were friends long before you began a relationship and got married, and this particular ex was one Taemin was never quite fond of. Back when you and Joseph were still together, he always liked to make a show of having you on his arm and engaging in PDA at every possible opportunity. You, thinking it was a funny and cute way of showing affection, didn’t have much to say about it at first, but it annoyed Taemin to no end. 

It seemed to Taemin that Joseph did everything he could to show you off as a trophy. Not because he genuinely felt anything for you, but because he simply liked being able to say you were his. He even liked the attention and envy that came from other women who’d wished they were his instead, even if it ended up with you being embroiled in drama.

Maybe that was just Taemin being petty back when he didn’t even realize he loved you, but he still swears there were a hundred other reasons besides those to dislike the man. Besides, he felt more justified in his theory when, after breaking up with Joseph, you told Taemin you felt your relationship was just too surface-level, no matter how hard you tried to get closer to him.

“It really is a small world,” you say, though Taemin sees more irony than humor in it. 

As if the luck couldn’t get any better, Joseph ends up being the waiter assigned to your table for the night. Taemin has to suppress the urge to roll his eyes at Joseph’s recognition of you two, complete with the overdone gasping and the shocked eyes about to pop out of his head. If there’s one thing he’ll do, he’ll put on a show.

“Wow, Y/N! It’s been a long time, I would’ve never thought I’d see you here of all places! Funny how fate works, huh?” Joseph reaches out to shake your hand, and Taemin’s eyes squint at the sight of his hand in yours.

“Aha, yeah, it’s really ironic, isn’t it?” Your smile is kind enough, but you still feel a bit awkward about the whole situation.

Joseph turns his attention to Taemin, who is sitting with a half-smile, half-grimace on his face. “Congratulations on your marriage, by the way! I’m really glad Y/N found someone who’ll take care of her.”

“Uh, thank you.” It wouldn’t have been you anyway, Taemin thinks to himself, and smirks a little.

“How ironic that her future husband was her best friend all along...you know, I still remember when you used to wear that bowl cut.” Joseph laughs good-naturedly, probably thinking he’s just making a light joke, but Taemin isn’t quite so entertained by it.

“Ah, yes! Remember when you couldn’t grow a beard?” Both men laugh, though Joseph’s chuckle is a little bit more strained at that unwelcome memory. You laugh too, but only to try to keep the mood light and avoid making the situation even weirder than it already is.

“Um well, I’m gonna see what’s available if you guys aren’t done reminiscing on old times just yet...” you say, hastily flipping through the menu for something that looks good. Joseph takes your drink orders and goes off to prepare them, leaving the two of you to silently breathe a sigh of relief at his departure.

Taemin peeks at you from over the top of his menu, shaking his head slightly. He glances to the side as he does so, as if he expects the other man to still be watching your table. “This is going to be a long night.”

“It’ll only be that way if you already believe it is,” you counter. “Everything is fine. Just enjoy the meal, and we’ll be back up to the room soon enough.”

Unfortunately, you don’t yet have the ability to predict the future, so the night ends up being more uncomfortable than you anticipated it would. You maintain a polite manner with Joseph whenever he comes over to serve you two, but he does little things that seem to edge the line of “platonic,” like touching your hand or your shoulder a little too frequently. 

Taemin bites his tongue only because he doesn’t want to start an argument with the man and make you upset on your honeymoon, but he’s also irritated with seeing him touching you almost like you’d never broken up. Like he did when he used to parade you around as if you were a state fair prize.

As always, Joseph is there when Taemin has paid the bill and you’re both ready to leave, and Taemin grits his teeth when he gives you a parting hug as you stand up from the table. In Taemin’s perspective, his eyes linger too long on your form in your evening gown, and his hands take too long to separate from where they’re holding your arms. “Don’t hesitate to reach out if you ever feel like catching up, okay?”

You nod, feeling a little embarrassed because you know Taemin is fuming beside you, but you don’t want to be rude and cause a scene. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

Joseph turns to Taemin and shakes his hand. “Nice to see you after so long, buddy. Take good care of her; you’ve gotten really lucky.”

Taemin squeezes his palm a little harder than what’s socially appropriate. If the other man notices this, he doesn’t acknowledge it. Taemin’s smile is fake and obviously doesn’t reach his eyes, but he forces one anyway.

You and Taemin leave the dining area arm-in-arm, though you feel he’s a little stiff beside you. You aren’t even sure what to say, still reeling from the situation yourself, though you do know you feel both guilty and irritated. “Look...I know that didn’t go very well. But please try to relax, Taemin. Honeymoons aren’t for being angry with each other.”

“You’re right. They aren’t. And yet...” Taemin’s tone is dry. “How can he be so bold? Hugging a married woman like that. He’s always been unbearable.”

“He was just...happy to see us! I don’t think he meant it as something deeper than that.”

“He was happy to see you,” Taemin argues. “He just wanted to get on my nerves. Do you really think it was normal for him to be touching you all night like that?”

You shake your head and sigh. “No, but what could I do? Throw a fit in the dining room and get kicked out? See, this is why I said you need to relax. Everything doesn’t need some overblown response.”

Taemin doesn’t heed your words, though; the ball is rolling now and you know it probably won’t stop. “Would you feel happy if it were the other way around?” he continues as you get on the elevator to go back to your floor. “I’m the one who’s married to you, yet I’m feeling like some kind of third wheel to all these men.”

“Okay, I get it. I wouldn’t be happy either, but none of this was my intention, Taemin.”

“I never said it was,” he sighs, and you get the sense that he’s frustrated you aren’t quite getting what he’s trying to convey. He doesn’t volunteer any more words after this, and you aren’t in the mood to try to pry further.

You’re both quiet for the rest of the ride up to your floor, with you having no clue what to say to rectify the mess and Taemin being too busy trying to sort out his own emotions.

When you get to the room, you decide to head for the shower alone—a contrast to the other times when you could barely peel Taemin off you this past week—and get ready for bed. You didn’t expect to be dealing with conflict during your honeymoon, but you guess it’s a first introduction to what married life will be like. You toss your shoes somewhere off to the side, sighing to yourself.

“Wait,” Taemin says as he sees you making a beeline for the bathroom. You glance back to him, though you keep half your body turned the other way, thinking he will try to continue arguing his point about why he’s upset. “I want to show you something.”

You hesitate for a moment, wondering what he could possibly be talking about. “Show me what?

Taemin steps closer, diminishing the space between you, and despite yourself, you're curious to see what he’s up to. You soon find out just what his plans are when he kisses you. You hesitate for a moment when you feel his lips on yours, but you eventually respond to the gesture.

Taemin’s hand goes to one strap of your dress and tugs it so it falls down your shoulder. You part from him for a moment to glance at the fallen strap. “Now you want to do this? After getting all worked up earlier?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at his action.

“I can get angry about it if I want; you’re my wife,” Taemin retorts, tugging you even closer to him by the fallen strap of your dress. You’d almost laugh at his statement in any other situation; you’re a little reminded of his normal childish antics he likes to indulge in, but he looks perfectly serious here.

“And you think I don’t know that?” you reply, looking at him with eyes that are both searching for some kind of resolution and burning with irritation.

“Of course you know it. You’ve known it everyday since I slipped the ring on your finger, since we began our honeymoon, and you’ll continue to know it for as long as we both live.” Taemin speaks in a voice that isn’t quite demanding but still firm enough to make his point crystal clear; like he’s trying to make you understand while still handling you with kindness. “You’re everything to me, and I want to be sure you understand that I love you more than any other man could.”

Though you wish you had some clever response, you don’t quite know how to reply to that, because it’s true. He’s yet to fail in reminding you of all those things, but you also know he feels like he must prove himself right now. So you simply nod and bring your hand to his neck so you can kiss him again, feeling his soft lips under yours.

As the kiss deepens, you use your free hand to slip the other strap off so you can begin sliding your dress off, but Taemin parts from you and stops your movements instead.

“Get on the bed,” he says, “on all fours.”

You do so, wondering what move Taemin will make next. He pushes your dress up a bit so he can pull your underwear off, dragging the fabric off your body slowly. You don’t know where he throws your underwear to, but he climbs up on the bed behind you after he does.

You wait in anticipation to see what he’ll do, feeling his hands ghost over your hips and ass; then there’s the drag of your dress up over your hips and to your lower back, baring you to him.

“This is all mine,” he says quietly, and you feel his breaths on your skin. You tremble at being able to sense his presence behind you but being unsure where exactly he is, and then you gasp at feeling his tongue pushing at your entrance. Taemin holds you still against his probing tongue as you moan and whimper softly, trying to keep your voice to yourself for a reason you’re not entirely sure of. Maybe because you’re still a tiny bit upset and don’t yet want him to know how good he’s making you feel.

Taemin sets out to change that easily, though. He lets go of one of your hips to add his fingers in, sliding them against your soft inner flesh and feeling you get wetter from the action. His tongue slides further down to your clit and caresses the little nub, circling it and curling around it delicately. It makes the back of your neck warm, along with the rest of your body; the heat spreads through you as if you’re catching fire internally. You dig your knees more firmly into the mattress and grip the sheets tightly, trying to keep yourself steady as Taemin works on you.

You eventually have to lower yourself to the bed a little more so you can keep yourself stable. Taemin takes advantage of the slight change in position to push his fingers into you at a different angle, drawing more weakened sounds from you.

You’re disappointed when he pulls his mouth away, though he only does it to speak. “You taste so good and look so pretty like this…all spread open for me.” When returns to eating you out, he does it with greater determination this time, succeeding in pushing you headfirst into your first orgasm of the night.

“Oh God, Taemin…” you gasp as your climax floods through you, overtaking you like an ocean wave or a strong gust of wind. He doesn’t stop there and keeps pushing you up that peak of pleasure until you’re stumbling straight into another orgasm, his fingers manipulating your body and his mouth refusing to let go.

You finally sink to the mattress when he lets you go and gives you a reprieve. And even in your muddled state, you notice how he slips his hand under your stomach, helping you lower yourself to the bed, his palm warm and firm against you.

Taemin strips your dress the rest of the way off as you shake from the aftershocks of your orgasms, and he lifts your hips up some so he can do so, as you’re a bit too boneless to cooperate at the moment. He removes his suit jacket after that and unbuttons his shirt, and that is when you finally get enough strength back to turn over and watch from him your spot on the bed.

“Look at you,” you murmur, “Do you really think I’d ever look for anyone but you?”

Taemin smirks, slipping his shirt to the floor. He unbuttons his slacks, but he doesn’t take them off just yet; instead he pulls your ankles to bring you to the edge of the bed, making you yelp in the process.

“Hmm. Doesn’t it feel good to be recognized by someone who loves you?” he responds, grasping your arms and raising you forward so he can scoop you up. You secure your legs around his waist so you can hold on, and he doesn’t seem to mind that you’re getting his pants wet by doing so. You think he might take you against the wall, but he carries you over to a chair and table within the suite’s sitting room, located beside one of the large windows. He sets you down on the table, though you’re a bit reluctant to separate from him at first.

“Recognized…” you repeat, and then realize his words might’ve had a double meaning. You watch with questioning eyes as he pulls one of the curtains back, revealing the city’s nightscape to you. “Have you lost it?” Your suite is high up enough that no one from the ground level or the buildings below will easily be able to see you, but you still feel a thrill of fear and excitement rush up your spine.

Taemin turns back to you, and his smile is mischievous. “Not at all,” he says, and pushes both his pants and underwear off without a second thought. “If you don’t want to, we can easily put the curtain back in place.” He moves as if he’s going to do just that, but you reach out to stop him.

“Uh, wait, you don’t have to…”

Taemin comes back over to you and holds your face in his hands, and his wedding ring is slightly cool against your cheek. He whispers, “How does it feel to know we’re exposed like this? No one can see us, but we can see everything below...we belong only to each other.” His member pushes against your thigh, smearing precum against your skin. He’s hot and hard against you, his cock poking ever closer against your inner thigh and teasing your lower lips but not entering yet.

“It’s…” You glance at the faint reflection of your figures in the window as he hovers over you, situating his arms so they’re braced on either side of your body. You swallow harshly, trying to find the words to describe it. “It’s...weirdly erotic.”

Taemin takes your chin between his fingertips, guiding you to look at him. “So you like being watched? Did it excite you to have so many people looking at you today? Your ex?” Taemin’s tip pushes more firmly at your entrance and slips in, making you gasp and grip the edge of the table.

You shake your head as sweat beads up on your skin. “I only want you, Taemin.” You lean back on the table to look up at him with your most sincere eyes. He groans at the sight of you looking so pliant and submissive for him.

Taemin grips your hips as he pushes the rest of the way in, and he’s gentler than you’d expect given his earlier anger. Still, his thrusts are slow but deep as he pulls your hips into his, and you tremble and sigh as he glides against your walls so smoothly. It’s like he’s marking himself inside you so you’ll never be able to get rid of him.

Your eyes drift over to the window again, eyeing the many smaller buildings beneath you and observing the shadow-like reflections of your bodies merging together. Maybe he was right, to some degree. You do like the feeling of being seen-but-not-seen like this, completely wrapped up in each other even though your activities aren’t totally private.

Taemin slides his tongue into your mouth and spreads your legs wider as if he can burrow himself within the tight grip of your body forever. You’re willing to find out if he can. Your desire is spurred on by the idea of your husband filling every space inside you and causing you both to blend into one whole being.

His hands touch you all over, flitting across your skin like butterflies. His eyes, though, settle squarely on your face, holding your gaze inside his own. Although you’ve seen his sharp expressions when he performs on stage countless times, now his stare is characterized by a certain tenderness and a soft gleam, which threatens to bleed over into you and color you with its pure affection. 

Seeing this look, you fully understand that there’s no hiding how much he loves you, no matter how mad or jealous he gets...which you already know well, but it’s always nice to have the confirmation.

Taemin comes before you do this time, filling your womb with the warmth of his release, and as lascivious as it is, it also makes you feel strangely comforted. You know he belongs to you, and you him. He gives you a tender kiss as if in apology—for coming first or for being mad, you aren’t sure—and his hand drops between your bodies to rub against your clit. Soon, you are coming too, wetting his softening length and moaning at how your body sucks him and his cum in deeper.

You are amused by his sudden change in mood after he’s satisfied and the agitation has completely left his body. He’s suddenly shy about having the curtain open and pulls it back hastily, reaching his hand backwards clumsily because he doesn’t want to pull out of you just yet. 

“Was that spur of the moment?” You giggle, looking at his pinkened face. You hold his cheeks like he did to you earlier, feeling the round lines of them shift in your palms as he grins.

“I’m sorry for acting like that earlier.” Taemin shifts his face in your hands so he can kiss your thumb.

“Oh, really?” You give him a skeptical look, but he chuckles and shakes his head.

“I’m serious.” He pauses and then says, “I love you so much. I don’t like it when we get upset with each other…the only thing I want to argue about is what color we’ll paint our future nursery, or what baby names we like best. We shouldn’t argue over things that don’t matter in the end.”

“Ah, you’re so sentimental.” But you only say this to take the edge off, not wanting to shed tears right now. Still, you wrap your legs tighter around him, overwhelmed by his declaration and feeling like your heart could burst from the excitement and love you feel at the idea of doing those things with him. “Tae...if only you knew how lucky I feel.”

Taemin grabs you by the backs of your thighs and picks you up again, and you know you’re probably making a mess of the floor with his cum dripping out of you, but you can’t be bothered with it now. His smile is nearly blinding. “Hmm, well, let’s go to the shower and you can start from the beginning…”