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Kinktober Day 30 - Breeding Part 2 feat. Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader

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EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI tags/warnings: Hybrid reader, breeding, reader goes into heat, dubious consent, angst, abo dynamics, omega reader, She/Her pronouns

word count: 8k Kinktober Masterlist summary: It has been weeks since the man you thought would be your forever left you. Just when you finally managed to get your life back on track, fate throws another wrench in your path.

this is a continuation of Breeding part l

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“Here kitty kitty, I have a treat for you,” a crude customer laughed, holding a few hundred yen over the crotch of his pants.

You plaster a smile on your face ignoring how slimy his gaze made you feel, “Sorry sir I am not allowed to take tips from customers.”

He laughs, waving the money around, “No one is going to say anything, now come and get your treat.”

You lift your nose into the air pushing down the urge to bare your fangs, “I said I am not allowed to take tips but thank you for the offer.” You turn on your heels and leave to the front of the restaurant. You despised serving the VIP tables, they always tried to push your boundaries knowing no one would care about the complaints of a hybrid.

When you had first gotten the job at the restaurant a few weeks ago you had begged to serve the VIPs needing all the money you could get to afford your half of the rent. It had taken a few weeks to prove yourself capable, the owners were still very traditional in their beliefs of hybrids. If only you had a time machine to go back and tell yourself to stick to the regular tables, they never tried to grab your ass.

“Number five,” the owner yelled your nickname from the kitchen, “In ten minutes we are seating another VIP table in room four.”

You take in a deep breath, “How many people?”

He waves his spatula at you, his eyes stern, “Three, and you make sure to treat them with the utmost respect, they are some of the best pro heroes in Japan.”

iYou give a quick bow, “Of course sir, I will be on my best behavior.”

He stiffly nods and goes back to cooking. You have served plenty of pros in the VIP rooms, the restaurant you worked at was close to a few agencies making it an attractive place to grab lunch.

“There you are,” Yumiko, your coworker, growled prowling towards you, “I thought I told you I would cover you today so you could rest!”

You roll your eyes, “My heat is not due until late tomorrow, I am fine to work today.”

“What if it comes early, it is not safe to be around humans during your heat.” She yells, gently holding your shoulders.

You shake her hands off, “Trust me I know how humans can be.” You look around making sure no one is listening, “Rent is due soon, I can’t afford to miss work on the off chance my heat might come early.”

“Off chance!” she screeches, “Heats are not an exact science, you are so close one small smell could throw you into it early. I can already start to smell it on you.”

You cringe not liking the idea she could smell you like that. She was the only other hybrid you had ever been close to, it was easy to forget when you are surrounded by humans that others could smell you. “It will be fine, hybrids rarely ever come in here and humans cannot smell it, besides I only have a few hours left.”

Yumiko’s lips tightened into a thin line, “Then let me cover those few hours and go home to get some rest, do you even have a nest made?”

You cringe, there was no way your inner omega would allow you to build a nest in your apartment. While you may work in a nice part of town you could only afford to live an hour away in an area riddled with crime. You could not relax enough to allow instinct to take over and build a nest.

“No, I was not planning on building one this heat.”

Her mouth fell open, “Not making a nest, how are you going to get through this heat without a nest?”

You shrug, “I have never really had a nest anyways, my old master was an asshole.”

“Do you at least have a partner lined up to help you through it?”

“Oh god no,” you scoffed, gathering the menus from the tray, “I can take care of myself, I always have.”

Yumiko looked ready to rip her hair out, “You are crazy, I am friends with a crazy person. Not only are you going through heat alone without a nest, but you are also working until the last minute. What if a train is delayed or-or breaks down?”

“Then I will take a bus,” you adjust the hat on your head and behind walk to the VIP room.

‘What if the bus is late?” She yelled, following close behind you.

“I will call a cab,” you reply over your shoulder.

“And if you have no cell service?”

“Yumiko, thank you for your concern but trust me when I tell you I can take care of myself. I have been dealt plenty of shit cards and have managed to deal with all of them. I know my body, my heat is not even close” your voice softens, “But thank you for worrying about me.”

Her shoulders deflate, her ears flattening to her head, “Promise to at least call me if you need something.”

You smile, “Of course, I promise.”

She looked to the front room, “Well I guess I am going to grab lunch then, Yuki does not get off work until late tonight so I will have to find something to do.”

“There is a new hybrid romance out in theaters,” you suggest.

“But I wanted to see that with you,” she whines.

“No way,” you laugh, your throat tight, “I have no interest in watching a human fall in love with a hybrid. Why would I pay to torture myself.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I forgot,” She squeezes her hand around your wrist. “You will find someone someday. Someone who loves you more than anything, who be just as addicted to you as you are to them.”

You bite your trembling bottom lip, “I thought I already had.”

Her face crumbles, “Loving a human is one of the hardest things I have ever allowed myself to do. They are not compelled by their instincts like we are and will never feel the pull of a mating bond.” She pulls you in closer, her hands cupping your chin, “But they can love us in many other beautiful ways. You will find someone who will adore you the way you deserve, who would never imagine leaving your side. Sure your first love did not work out and that is awful but you deserve to let yourself find love again. ”

You pull back, not letting yourself feel the hope she wished to inspire in you, “Thanks for the pep talk but I have to get back to work, my table is going to be seated any second.”

“Remember what I said if you need anything call me!” She waves her finger, “If I find out you did not ask for help I will be seriously pissed.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave, walking to the VIP room. You press the menus close to your chest when a brief hint of an intoxicating scent filled your nose. It made you want to fall to your knees and push your ass up in the air, begging whoever the scent belonged to take you home. You shake your head, giving your cheeks a few slaps to snap out of it, you had work to do, there is no time for thinking like that.

You take in a deep breath through your mouth, you could not afford to skip the rest of this shift, you needed to just get through the day and you will have three days off to get this out of your system.

You knock on the thin door giving the occupants a warning of your arrival before sliding it open. Two people sat next to each other, a large man with green hair and a smaller woman with pink cheeks. They were whispering to each other, their faces full of worry.

“Hello, I will be your server today, thank you so much for choosing us to dine with today,” you place the menus down onto the table, “Is everyone here?” you ask wondering if the third had canceled.

“No,” the woman answered, “We have one more coming but he is taking a call outside, he should be in any minute.”

“Oh, would you like me to get you drinks while you wait?”

“Yes, that would be great,” the large man answered with a tight smile.

You do not bother to scribble down their drinks orders, leaving the sad-smelling room to grab some green tea. You wonder if they had a bad day at work, being a hero could not be easy. Sure you had difficult customers but you could not imagine constantly dealing with some of the worst people in society every day.

With the drinks in hand, you make your way back to the room, pausing to figure out how to knock with your hands full.

“I am worried about him,” the muffled voice of the woman said from behind the door, “Have you seen how tired he looks, I don’t think he has slept in weeks.”

“He has not slept since he was discharged from the hospital,” the man groans, “Not that I can blame him, if you disappeared I would act the same.”

“Oh Deku, what are we going to do? We have the best team out there looking for her and we still have nothing, not even a trace. How could she disappear like this, it is as if she never existed.”

“I don’t know, the shelter says they have no record of her and her fingerprints are not in the system. Getting hybrids to speak to us is like pulling teeth, they are very loyal to their own kind so even if they knew where she might be they will never tell us.”

“Maybe we could hire a hybrid to ask around?”

“No hybrid would choose to betray their kind like that,” Deku slammed his fist onto the table, “We will just have to keep looking, giving up is not an option, if we cannot find one missing hybrid how can we call ourselves heroes.”

“But Deku, what if something has happened to her, there is a large black market in this city for hybrids she could have easily been picked up by them.”

“We cannot afford to think that way, we have to hold out hope we will find her. The consequences are too great to be thinking otherwise.”

Your breathing sped up as you listen to their conversation, why were they looking so hard for a missing hybrid. The human will be fine, it is not as though humans feel the effects of a broken bond, once they decide a relationship is over they can just leave, not even bothering to explain.

“How much more can he handle Deku, I have never seen a man so broken.”

“He will have to last a little longer, he is stubborn, he will not give up until she is back in his arms. So we cannot give up either, we will expand the search to more providences, she has to be around here somewhere.”

“I hope you are right,” she sighed and they both fell silent. You wait a few more seconds increase the start speaking again and knock.

“I have brought your drinks, are we still waiting on your friend?” You set the teapot down and bring two cups to sit in front of them.

“Yes, but I know what he will want so we will go ahead and order if that is ok,” the man answered holding the menu.

“Of course,” you smile, pretending their earlier conversation did not affect you. “What can I get for you?”

“We will have the-” his voice drowns out by the mouthwatering scent from earlier filling the air. Your breathing stops and you whip your head around, it was not possible, he could not be here!

But it was, standing right behind you was the man who had offered you the world and then ripped it away. You both stood still his eyes wide with the shock. He must be horrified by the idea of finally having to confront the trash he threw away.

You do not bother thinking, letting instinct take over your turn, and run past him into the front of the restaurant looking desperately for Yumiko. You spot her by the table near the door slurping up her lunch.

“Don’t let him get to me!” you screech, running frantically past her table.

Yumiko looks up from her lunch, her eyebrows raised, “What?”

“It’s him!” you yell praying she would understand when you see his hair out of the corner of your eyes.

A spark of recognition lights in her eyes before her lips curl up with rage. You may hate Shoto for what he did but no one on earth despised him more than Yumiko. The two of you spent more nights than you would like to admit drunk ranting about all the things you wanted to do if you ever saw him again.

She leaped out from the chair stepping in his path to you. You can hear him yelling but you do not look back, running out the door to the street. You don’t have much time, Shoto was a pro hero who could easily wipe the floor with Yumiko, you needed somewhere to hide and fast.

A large burst of ice erupted behind you flooding the streets behind you. Fuck, he must be right behind you. Lifting the traditional dress you were forced to wear for work you go into a full-blown sprint, your heart pounding against your ribs as you make your escape. You make sure to make as many turns as you could hoping you would be able to lose his trail.

“Wait!” the feminine voice from earlier yelled, “Please, we just want to talk.”

You shake your head, they must have split up to look for you. A sound strategy when they could not smell like you could. You had never been more grateful for taking the time to explore the area during your lunch breaks than now. There was a small hiding spot only a few blocks from here you should be able to hide away in until they gave up looking.

Your lungs burned, a bloody taste filling your mouth as you continued to push yourself until the woman’s voice grew fainter. Sharply turning down another alleyway the hiding spot was in your sight, you could make it!

“Baby!” Shoto’s desperate voice yelled, stepping out from the street in front of you. You almost lose your balance, your weight rolling to your heels.

“Please, listen to me,” he begged, his voice hoarse.

You take a split second to take in his appearance. He looked awful, his one breathtaking eyes now dull, his hair uncombed and uniform wrinkled. But what really caught your eyes was the expression his face held, it was as if he had seen a miracle.

You shake your head, turning your body to run the other way. Deku steps out from the other side of the alley blocking the exit, his hands out to the side palms facing up, “we mean you no harm.”

You twist your head around looking for some way to escape from them. “Baby please, I need to talk to you.”

Tears spill out onto your cheeks, panic takes over, you could not handle this right now, you could not handle hearing the excuses he wanted to give. You waited for a week to hear his voice, never leaving the phone in case he called. But he never called! He abandoned you just like master. He took what he wanted from you and left. All the sweet soft words he whispered to you while he held you to his chest were lies.

“We have been looking all over for you,” Deku takes a step closer, “My office is nearby, why don’t you follow Shoto and me so we can talk in private.”

You slam your hands over your ears, blocking out their words and trying to think of a way out of this. Come on think, how could you escape, there had to be an escape route.

Shoto’s scent grew stronger, you knew he was getting closer but running now was not useful he would be able to just freeze you in place, you needed to think! But the closer he got the cloudier your thoughts became, the heat in your lungs now paling in comparison to the warmth rapidly growing in your lower abdomen. You stop breathing. No, no this can’t be happening.

But it was, of all the times for your heat to arrive it decided to show its face now. The familiar burning rips your veins, rapidly sending your body into overdrive.

“Hey, you get away from her!” Yumiko screams, pushing the man behind you away and taking you into her cold arms.

“Fuck, this is bad,” she cries, letting you rest your weight into her arms. “Shit, you fucking asshole,” she yells, slowly falling to the ground bringing you with her. “This is all your fault, you piece of rotting shit, if I did not have to hold her I would rip your throat out.”

“Hurts,” you groan, your body trembling. Nothing like this has ever happened before, normally a heat takes hours to get to this point.

“What is going on, what is happening to her?” Shoto’s panicked voice asked.

“Why do you care what happens to her? You did not care when you abandoned her at a shelter.” Yumiko felt your forehead with her palm, “Damn it, you are already burning up.”

“I know this all looks bad,” Shoto fell to his knees in front of Yumiko, “But please give me the time to explain.”

“Explain what,” She growled, baring her teeth, “How you got your dick wet and left? I don’t want to fucking hear it now that you have realized your mistake. Now if you ever cared even an ounce for her leave us alone, your presence is not helping right now.”

“No,” Shoto shifted closer, trying to get a look at your flushed face, “tell me what is going on or I will freeze you and take her anyways.”

“You are a real asshole, what kind of hero threatens an innocent helpless hybrid?”

If your pain was not debilitating you would burst out laughing at her comment.

“Helpless,” Shoto scoffed, “You almost ripped my throat out in the restaurant, if I had not put up the ice wall I would be bleeding out right now.”

“And you would have deserved it too,” her hand pets your cheek, her eyebrows contorted, “She is in heat,” Yumiko wiped away some of the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, “the stress of seeing you must have pushed her body into it early.”

“Heat, she is in heat?”

“That is what I just said idiot,” Yumiko pulls you in closer to her chest, “Fuck, I told her this could happen.”

“Is she going to be ok?” Shoto tried to reach out to touch your wrist but she swatted him away.

“No, when a hybrid is pushed into an early heat is can be traumatic. Heats start slow for a reason, her hormones are going haywire right now trying to catch up.” Yumiko’s face paled, “It could take hours before she will even be able to walk. Normally the presence of a partner could subdue the worst of it but she has no one.”

“She has me,” Shoto reaches out again, trying to take you from her arms.

“Who do you think you are,” she yells trying to pull you back into her lap.

“I am the man going to take care of her,” he growls, his voice deeper than you have ever heard. “Now let her go.”

“No way, she is not going with you,” she yanks on your arm to pull you down but Shoto was stronger, pulling your limp form into his arms. You hated how instantly the pain began to fade, your body satisfied for the moment being close to the person it deemed its mate.

“Baby, can you hear me?” He leans over, his mouth close to your ear, “I cannot imagine how you are feeling right now, but I need a nod or something so I know you can understand me.”

Against your better judgment, you slightly nod your head.

“There is a hotel around the corner,” Deku voice said from somewhere behind Shoto, “We need to get her off the streets.”

Shoto pulls you in closer, his arms under your knees and back. “Let my father know I will not be back to work.” He begins to walk ignoring the squawking Yumiko being held back by Deku.

The walk to the hotel is short, Shoto moving as fast as he could without jostling you around. The entire walk was agony, you could feel your mind slipping away, giving room for your inner omega to take control. Normally you can suppress this part of yourself, push it down and pretend it did not exist. Your heat was the only time this side of yourself was truly revealed.

Shoto kicks open the door to the lobby, not bothering to even pull out his wallet as the terrified clerk scrolled through the computer to find an available room. Being a hero must have its perks, not even a minute later Shoto had the room key in his hand and was stepping into a large elevator.

He pressed the button to one of the upper floors, “Hold on a little longer, we are almost there.”

You bury your face deeper into his chest, hating the way a soft purr manages to escape your throat. He wants you, he came back for you, why did you care if he left? He is here now, that is all that matters, right?”

He takes the elevator up, walking down the hall he manages to slide the key into the lock while still holding you.

He uses his foot to close the door, slipping off his shoes he makes his way to the center of the room and sets you down into a soft large pile of blankets. Instantly you try to scramble to your feet, needing to be back in his arms. There was no way he could leave you if you were in his arms.

“Shh, baby, it’s ok, I am here,” he cooed, falling to his knees to settle beside you in the makeshift nest. You bury your nose in his neck, your tongue slipping past your lips to lick at the sensitive skin where his scent glands would have been.

“Baby we need to talk first,” he groaned, trying to gently push your mouth away from his neck. “There is so much I have to tell you.”

You bite down, growing impatient. Why is he not touching you? Does he not want you? You push yourself against him even more, not letting even an inch of space between you and him exist. You needed to show him how much you needed him, show him how good you could be, then he would not leave. This time he would stay, you would be good enough to make him stay.

“God,” he groaned, his head falling back as you suck on his skin, wanting to leave a mark on him, showing everyone that at this moment he was yours.

While your mouth held his attention your hand inches down his firm abdomen, taking the time to feel the strength of the muscles under your fingers as you slip your fingers under the waistband of his pants.

“Wait,” his fingers held a vice grip on your wondering hand. “Fuck, this is not what I had planned. I was going to take you back home and explain everything. I was going to make this right.”

You could care less about the words spilling out from his lips, you could only understand a few of them anyways. Your heat left you with one thought and one thought only, you needed him inside you, now.

You twist your wrist around, taking advantage of the sheen of sweat covering your skin to escape his hold and wrap your fingers around his girth. You both let out a groan at the contact, your inner omega pleased at the progress. You would have him breeding you in no time, filling you with to the brim until it was certain you were pregnant.

His cock was already hard, its warmth like a furnace in the palm of your hand. Growing bolder you flick your wrist, traveling up the length of his cock to settle around the head, preening when you encountered his precum already leaking out of the slit.

Your thumb drags over the mess, spreading across the tip of his cock. Soon this would be inside you and the unbearable heat would go away, Shoto is going to make all of this better.

“Enough,” he grabs ahold of your shoulders pushing you away.

Panic tightens your throat, the idea of being rejected too terrible to even comprehend. You needed him, why could he not understand that?

“Please,” you whine, trembling with need and growing hotter by the second. “Please Shoto I need you.” You did not care how pathetic it sounded as you begged, you would do anything to convince him to help.

“Don’t beg,” he brought your hand to his lips, “Don’t ever beg for my help.” His eyes held a new light, the dullness in the alleyway long gone, “I am going to make this all better baby, I am going to make you feel so good. But I need you to listen to me, can you do that?”

You nod your head, willing to do anything if it meant he was going to take care of you.

“Good girl,” he muttered, carefully adjusting your weak body until you lie under him. Needing more you spread open your thighs, lifting your hips to present yourself, hoping, praying he would accept your offer.

“Oh, little omega I am going to make you mine,” he groaned, bringing one taut nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the tight bud, using his cool fingers to tease the other side. Rolling the nipple with his tongue, dragging his teeth over the tender skin. He was a terrible tease, never letting you feel too much pleasure before he changed what he was doing.

You grab ahold of his busy hand and push it lower to your eager cunt begging for affection. You had already soaked through your panties, the material clinging to your swollen lips showing how much he truly affected you.

“Please Shoto,” you pull your panties to the side and press his fingers against your slick cunt, “I need you inside me.”

He released the suction on your nipple with a pop and blew against the wet skin, lazily watching how you tremble under him, “I know little omega, but first I need to make sure you are ready.”

Every time he called you by your designation a small shudder ripples through your muscles. Humans lack a secondary sex relying on their biological gender to determine their roles in society and relationships. Having a secondary gender was something you expected Shoto to push to the side and ignore, after all, it had to be something he never dealt with before. But every time he called you an omega showed he understood your needs, understood you were not human and that he liked it.

The fingers you had dragged to your aching center came to life, slipping down the middle of folds to gather some of the wetness already leaking to your thighs. His middle finger easily finds your clit, circling the bundle as his mouth returns to tease your nipple.

With no choice but to accept whatever touch he was going to give you thread your fingers into his soft hair, using an anchor as two thick cold fingers enter your tight hole, curling up to stroke the spongy spot inside you. The visceral pleasure of his fingers was not as intense as the finger on your clit but together the sensations worked to drive you mad.

Soft whimpers left your throat as the fingers inside you spread apart, working your tight entrance open in preparation to take his fat cock.

“That’s it my omega, you are so perfect for me,” his tongue laps at the scent glands on your neck sending your pheromones into overdrive, you were almost positive your scent was strong enough that even a human like Shoto will be affected.

A buried part of yourself flashed for a second reminding you that it did not matter if he liked how you smelled, after your heat was done he was going to leave, just like he had that day all those weeks ago. You shake your head, trying to focus on the moment. At least someone you know is taking care of you during your heat, even if all of this was temporary.

“I am never letting you out of my sight,” Shoto adds a third finger, twisting the digits to stretch every inch of your entrance.

“You are such a good omega, I am so pleased with you,” his head bent down to place a soft loving kiss against your scent gland.

His words were like magic, a balm on the burn of your heat allowing your tense muscles to finally relax. He was not leaving, he wanted you.

The lips on your neck trailed down your torso, his cool hands untying your dress to easily push the material off your shoulders giving him free access to your breasts. His pupils dilated as he took in the shape of your body, admiring how soft and warm you felt against his skin.

He could feel you trembling under his touch, your body wound tight as you desperately rolled your hips up to wordlessly beg him for more.

The fingers teasing your clit grew even colder, as though icicles were stroking you instead of fingers. The change in temperature was jarring, for a second you feared it was too much, your body unsure how to process the contradicting stimulus.

“You are so tight around my fingers,” his thumb on your shifts, now stroking only the side he knew would send you tumbling. “It will take all my self-control not to come the second I get inside you.”

Your clench down on his fingers.

“Oh,” he smiled, gently biting down on your neck, “Do you like that idea little omega?”

“Shoto, please,” you cry, lifting your hip to try and deepen his touch.

“Now what did I tell you about begging? You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want to be my good omega?”

“Yes, please make me yours.”

His head lifts from your neck, his gaze softening, “Darling, you are already mine.” He thrusts his fingers making sure each stroke placed pressure against the tender spot inside you. “And I am going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget that.”

When he spoke to your like that it was easy to believe him, believe that he wanted to keep you. You were too tired to deny his claim, letting yourself be duped into the fantasy he created as he worked your body higher and higher. You might as well enjoy his touch while you had it, even if he would leave you alone when it is all said and done.

The thrusts of his fingers remained steady but the thumb on your clit grew more aggressive, the once slow strokes now working overtime to push in speed fanning the flame inside you until the small sparks of pleasure erupted into flames. The pleasure was almost unbearable as he continued to push your body further, admiring how you withered under him, your mouth open in a silent scream.

But it was not enough, before you could even come down from the first eruption of pleasure he was inching you closer to another, his beautiful fingers milking every ounce of pleasure out of your sloppy cunt, leaving you no time to catch your breath before another wave of ecstasy crashes into you.

You were unsure how long he continued to tease you, the lewd sounds of his thrusts the only sound in the room. Only when you went completely limp underneath him did he finally withdrawal his fingers from your trembling hole. Despite the earlier pleasure, you found yourself whining at the emptiness you now felt the unbearable heat returning with a vengeance, insisting you be mated.

You did not understand why he stopped his assault on your senses until you felt the head of his cock settle at your entrance.

“Baby, when you’re heat is over you have to promise me that you will give me five minutes to explain.”

“What,” you claw at his back your hips lifting trying to slip the head of his cock inside you. “Explain what?”

“I know it is hard to think in heat, but please just promise to give me five minutes baby and I will give you what you want.”

For some reason you know you should not agree but the need for his cock overrode any self-preservation instincts you had left, “Alright,” your arms trail up his back to wrap loosely around his glistening neck, “I promise, now please mate me.”

“Gladly,” he groaned, his hips lurching forward plunging his thick cock inside you. Unlike the first time he bred you, he gave you no time to adjust as he breached your entrance. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, needing something to anchor yourself.

When his length fully sheathed inside you he drew his hips back, watching his slick cock leave your pussy, your hole clenching him so tight it was a battle to not finish on the spot. The muscles of his neck were tense under your arms, his teeth clenched as he hissed out a breath, “Fuck I forgot how perfect you feel around my cock, it is like this pussy was made for me.”

He started a punishing rhythm, each thrust aimed at bringing you the most pleasure, “You are mine,” one hand came up to wrap around your neck, “Do you understand omega? This pussy belongs to me, this body belongs to me,” the fingers around your neck tighten stimulating the sensitive scent glands, “I am never letting you go.”

“Yes,” you lift your hips in time with his thrusts, his cock sinking impossibly deeper inside you. “I am yours.”

The hand on your neck tightens again making any rational thought dissipate into an abyss. You were his to use, his to please, he could take anything from you and you would happily give it.

Except he asked for nothing, he only continued to give, his fingers spreading open the lips of your cunt to give him free access to your engorged clit. Two fingers pinched the bud, rolling it carefully as shifted his legs causing the head of his cock to drag across the spot inside you making stars appear in your vision.

“I am going to breed you this time for sure,” he purred into your ear, “I am going to fill you so many times anyone walking down the street will know who you belong to.”

“Yes, please,” your back arches up, the thoughts of being swollen with his child filling your mind and satisfying a primal part of your mind. He would never leave if you had his child, he would be bound to you forever.

“Every time you leave the house my cum has to be dripping out of your hole, maybe I might even bend you over a table a few times while we are out just to show the world how much you belong to me.”

Your pussy flutters around him, “Oh, do you like that idea little omega? Do you like the idea of the entire world watching as I breed your tight cunt? I have to admit I have never really liked being in the public eye but I do think it would be amusing to watch the jealousy on others’ faces as they watch me claim the most perfect omega.”

You hated how excited his fantasy made you feel, the idea of your mate claiming you while others watched was so lewd and yet you found yourself fantasizing about how hot it would be to have everyone watch your mate claim you. To have the entire world know that you belonged to him, the idea was intoxicating.

“Too bad I am the jealous type,” he groaned, his cock beginning to pulse. “I don’t want anyone to see the faces you make when my cock is inside you, I would have to kill them.”

His head leans down, his hands shifting out of the way to expose your vulnerable scent gland, “You smell divine darling, good enough to eat,” his teeth bite down gently on the glands sending brutal pleasure blasting through your system. Your inner omega was going haywire, ready to be claimed by their mate.

Shoto licked the bite mark he created, “Hm, do you think that is enough?”

His thrusts started to grow more erratic, his hair now wet with sweat, “Or should I bite the other side?”

You instantly toss your head to the side exposing your other gland to him.

He laughed, his lisps brushing over the swollen skin, “So eager little one, I am glad that I still have that effect on you.” His teeth clamp down sending another mind-numbing wave of pleasure crashing into your system but this time was different, he did not release his bite. Instead, his tactical fingers move relentlessly against your clit, building you up higher and higher.

“Wait,” you cry out, the influence of heat receding to give you a second of clarity but it was too late, the onslaught of pleasure hit you like a runaway train. Your toes curl and your back arches off the bed, your mouth open as you shout out his name over and over.

His teeth dig into your neck even deeper, so hard you were sure he had broken the skin, and yet the only sensation you were able to comprehend was the euphoric pleasure radiating through your skin. You were too high on your own pleasure to recognize when Shoto finally found his release, as soft groan against your neck as his cock puled inside you, his warm cum filling you.

Your shaking body relaxes under him allowing your mind time to catch up with everything that just happen now that your omega was satisfied. The haze of pleasure faded away quickly and the reality of what you just did slammed into your body.

“Get off me,” You hiss, ripping your arms off his body. “Get off me right now!” You push your palms against his chest, trying to shove him away, needing space to breathe, to comprehend the giant mess your heat just created.

“Darling you promised me five minutes, please just give me five minutes to explain.”

You shutter, his cock still deep inside you. Your chest grows tight, the pain from his bite on your neck no longer comforting.

“Get off of me!” you screech, pushing him away with all the strength you had. Shoto retreaded back out of the pile of blankets. You hated how empty you felt with him gone, damn your hormones, your own body a traitor.

“I-I need to leave,” you try to stand but your legs were too weak to hold your weight sending you tumbling back down into the pile of blankets. This was hell, your heat was still in full force and the smell of the room made you want to stick your ass up in the air and let Shoto have his way with you again.

“Baby,” he reached out trying to grab one of your hands but you snapped it out of his reach, his voice desperate, “I know I am the last person you wanted to see, and you owe me absolutely nothing but can I have five minutes to explain? I will never speak to you again after that if that is what you truly want.”

You look down your eyes beginning to sting, “What is there to say?”

“I would never have left you,” he reaches his hand out, stopping when he sees the distrust, “That morning I was called into work, a villain was holding an apartment building hostage. I barely had time to put on my uniform before I was out the door to assist.”

You bring one of the blankets up to cover your naked body, needing a shield from the man in front of you. How could he think he could make this better? He abandoned you at a shelter like a dog who peed on the carpet. And yet you practically begged him to have sex with you only minutes earlier. You wanted to curl up in a ball and hide, how could you be so pathetic to beg someone who had abandoned you?

“When I got there the police were frazzled, no one was sure what was going on or who the villain was. I was the highest-ranking hero so they decided to send me in to try and rescue any civilians and subdue the threat.” His voice hitched, “When I got inside there was a villain with a quirk no one had ever seen before.”

Your ears perk up, watching his face as he continues. Despite your distrust in him, you could not deny that there was no sign of deceit in his body language or voice. You hated how much you trusted him despite what he had done.

“He was able to reach me in the blink of an eye, using his quirk to send me to the ground.”

You stop breathing, forcing yourself to keep listening, “The next thing I know there is a gas filling the air and I couldn't breathe. All I could think about was you, how I left you all alone not even bothering to tell you where I was going. I thought I was going to die after finally finding you.”

Your eyes were now glued to his face watching every movement. What was he say?

“I woke up two weeks later in the hospital. They said one of the villains had some kind of poisonous gas quirk, the doctors said it was a miracle I even survived.”

“You got hurt?” you bring your tail around to your stomach, clutching the appendage. This was not possible, he had chosen to leave you, he did not want you. Right?

He sighed, his hands rubbing over his face, “Yeah, it was bad, they had to put me into a medically induced coma to buy time while they looked for a poison specialist. Even when they did find one it took another week for them to create an antidote.”

Shoto fell back, resting his arms onto his knees, “I woke up three days after they administered the dose.”

“I saw nothing in the news,” your body begins to tremble.

“My father made sure to keep it private, he did not want anyone to know what had happened, the public is already worried about the increase in villain attacks, if they had known one of the top five heroes was out it could have caused a panic.”

Your fingers start to numb you were holding onto your tail so tight but you could not allow yourself to hope just yet.

“I asked for you when I woke up,” his face crumbled, “But Kamiji told me she had taken you to a shelter.”

You watched in amazement as tears started to stream down his cheeks.

“When I checked my phone I saw all of the missed calls, I tried calling the number back but it said it had been disconnected. I went to the shelter she had taken you to but they said they had no record of your ever being there. I tried using some of the fingerprints in my house to locate you but you were nowhere in the database.”

He lets out a sob, “No matter where I looked I could not find you. It was as if you never existed. There were a few nights when I wondered if I had made up that night in my head. But then I would remember your smell, the way your eyes lit up when you were happy, how you would bury your nose into my neck.”

He sucked in a breath, his voice tight, “So I kept looking, even using my friends to try and gather information to try and find you.”

“You were looking for me?” you whisper in disbelief, this had to be too good to be true. Some kind of fantasy your mind is making up to bring your sad life some semblance of happiness.

“Every day I searched for you, I could not eat, I could not sleep, baby I fell apart without you.”

You could not believe what you were hearing, he sounded just like a hybrid who has lost their mate. “You were not ignoring me?”

“Never, god It felt like I could not breathe without you. I would have never stopped looking for you, I need you.”

A broken whimper leaves your throat, “I thought you left me.”

You pounce forward, pulling him into your arms and burying your nose into his throat letting your tears fall onto his skin. “I thought you did not want me anymore.”

His arms encase your body, holding you close, “I’m so sorry baby, I love you so much. I will never leave you again, I swear. I will do whatever it takes to make you feel safe again, I promise.”

Another sob rises in your throat, your mind still trying to wrap around everything he was saying.

“How, how could this have all gone so wrong?” you cry, pushing yourself against his bare skin seeking out as much of his touch as possible. “All this time I hated you, I never wanted to see you again.”

His strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in even closer his scent helping your frantic breathing slow.

“This is all my fault,” you whimper, “I should have waited at the shelter longer, I should have believed in you.”

“Shh, no darling, you did nothing wrong,” Shoto cool fingers drag up and down the length of your spine, “There was no way you could have known what happened, this is all my fault, I should have told someone before I left about you. One phone call to my father and I could have prevented all of this.” the hands-on your back still, “I was too distracted remembering the night before to even think about the deal I made with my father, my oversight is what caused this.”

“No, you had no idea this would have happened,” you insist.

“Darling, I am a hero, I know the risks of the job I should have thought ahead, I should have been better.”

“Please don’t blame yourself,” you meet his gaze, “This your fault Shoto, we both made mistakes but neither of us could have imagined this would happen.”

“If I can’t blame myself then you can’t blame yourself either,” he mumbles, his nose settling into your neck.

You give a small laugh, “Well when you put it that way. I guess we have to be mad at the universe.”

Shoto nods, “Yes, the universe can fuck off, I have been handed enough struggles, I am ready for my happy ending.”

Your bottom lip trembles, “What does this happy ending look like?”

He gently cups his hands under your chin lifting your gaze to meet his, “I cannot picture a happier ending than being by your side every day. Waking up and having you be the first thing I see in the morning,” His soft lips press a tender kiss onto the tip of your nose, “and the last thing I see before I go to bed.”

His lips gently kiss your forehead, “If I have you by my side there is no way I will not have my happy ending.”

You pinch his arm, “that sounds so cheesy Shoto.”

“Cheesy? Why would my happy ending have cheese?”

“No” you giggle, “Cheesy means something sounds cliche.”

Shoto nods, “Oh, is this another one of those sayings people use?”

“Yes, it’s just a saying,” your hands wrap around his wrists, “What I am trying to say is that you have to want more than just me by your side to make you happy.”

Shoto smiles, “Well I would love to have a few children but if I have you it will be enough to keep me happy forever.”

“Forever is a long time.”

Shoto smiles, his thumb brushing against the mark he left on your neck, “Not long enough.”

#kinktober #todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #todoroki shoto smut #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha x reader smut #bnha x reader #mha smut #bhna smut

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Addicting Kitten Final Part - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

This is an Ateez fic.

Previous chapters: PART ONE. PART TWO. PART THREE. PART FOUR. EPILOGUE.

Summary: When things at the club get heated, your relationship with Seonghwa takes a turn.

Genre and warnings: smut. goth corrupter seonghwa with innocent reader. sub!seonghwa. fem reader. reader is called “kitten”. brief unwanted flirting against reader with brief mentions of blood. semi public sex. dirty talk. cockwarming. use of a collar. brief biting. unprotected sex (obviously this is just a fantasy cuz reader would be pregnant like 400 times over by this point so please know this story just for fun escapism porn and not a guide lmao.) if i missed anything, lemme know.

Word count: 7,471.

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this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

One time, when you were still in school, you saw a couple sneak off to the bathroom right as class started. You watched them dip into the room, giggling to each other. Even though you were completely inexperienced, you knew exactly what they were going to do. You marveled at how they weren’t worried about being caught, wondering how in the world you could want someone enough that it overrode all logic and reasoning.

You understood it now, in the club bathroom Saturday night, with Seonghwa’s face buried in your pussy, eating you out like there is no tomorrow, his tongue flicking over your clit at such a pace that you didn’t think you were going to last much longer. Your skirt is over his head, your hand clamped over your mouth to try to be quiet.

The music vibrates against the walls of the stall which come down to the floor, offering more privacy than a regular bathroom, as if they knew people were going to use them to fuck. You bite down on the palm of your hand, still too paranoid to make noise just in case one of your friends wander in.

Seonghwa’s hands are gripping your thighs so hard that you might bruise. His tongue doesn’t stop moving – he knows you both don’t have a lot of time. But he has wanted to do this for weeks, like a dog chasing a car, and he wouldn’t stop until he made it happen.

This is the first time both you and Seonghwa have been at the club together since the night your car broke down. You kept lying to your friends about why you didn’t want to go when in reality it was because the paranoia of seeing Seonghwa at the club, possibly surrounded by people who wanted to fuck him, might be uncomfortable or drudge up feelings of insecurity. Fine, maybe you were sticking your head in the sand a bit but didn’t everyone do that from time to time?

Seonghwa sucks on your clit and it sends you over the edge. With a muffled moan, you begin to climax, Seonghwa lapping at your pussy to lick up your wetness. Your eyes are scrunched closed, head rolling back as you wiggle, trying to keep silent. You are also trying not to squirt, not wanting to make a giant mess, even though you sure Seonghwa is hoping that you will.

When Seonghwa finally pulls away from you, tugging your skirt down, he winks. You have only been at the club for twenty minutes. The first ten minutes involved Seonghwa eye fucking you from across the club until he jerked his head towards the bathroom. Of course you listened, the pull of him simply too strong to resist. Seonghwa followed you in a couple minutes later, no one daring to question him walking into the woman’s bathroom. The next ten minutes was Seonghwa eating your cunt.

He stands up, looking down at you. Tonight, he is in full goth attire. A black choker is wrapped delicately around his neck, adorned with small metal hoops. He wears a baggy black t-shirt with safety pins running through them at random spots and the same leather pants and combat boots from the night he picked you up. His fingers are adorned with rings, red nail polish chipped from when you painted it, black and red bracelets on each wrist. His lipstick is smudged, eye makeup black with silver flecks in it (your idea, for the record, suggested to Seonghwa a few days ago.) and eyeliner finishing the look off.

You motion to his lipstick to let him know it needed to be fixed and his face needs to be cleaned a bit from going down on you. But Seonghwa just leans forward and kisses you, his tongue in your mouth. You can taste yourself on him and it makes your stomach swoop.

When he pulls away, he mimics your motion, letting you know now that his lipstick is smudged onto you. Then he opens the stall door a crack, sliding out into the bathroom, closing it behind him.

“Piss off,” He tells someone just outside the stall – they protest loudly, irritated that they cannot get inside. But whoever it is scampers away.

You wait a minute, making sure Seonghwa has left before exiting the stall. No one pays any attention to you. Quickly, you fix yourself up in the mirror, getting shoved a couple of times because it is so crowded, rubbing Seonghwa’s lipstick off your face.

Back into the depths of the club, weaving your way through the mass of bodies on the dancefloor, you meet back up with your friends.

“Long line!” You shout at their questioning stares and they don’t press it further, believing you…and why wouldn’t they? You have never done anything in your life to make them think you would do the things you have been doing with Seonghwa.

Speaking of Seonghwa, you can feel his eyes on you. Pretending you are just looking around innocently, you find him across the dancefloor. He is standing with his usual group of suspects, all of them dressed similarly to him, all of them just as gorgeous as Seonghwa. One woman hovers near Seonghwa’s side, clearly trying to get his attention but it is as if they don’t exist. He brushes past them to grab a beer that one of his friends brought him, taking a swig. In his other hand is a cigarette, the smoke curling in front of his face.

Your friend tugs on your arm then to get your attention, yelling that they want a drink. You allow them to pull you towards the main bar, dragging your eyes away from Seonghwa. It feels odd to be in the same room but not able to touch him. You wonder what would happen if you went over there. Would he pretend he didn’t know you? The fear keeps you rooted to your spot, too paranoid to go. Would he want anyone to know he was seeing you so much on the side?

Your friend leans over the bar, shouting their order, asking if you want anything. You shake your head no, too anxious to start drinking. That is when you feel someone standing way too close.

Alarmed, you turn your head to see a man leering at you. Instantly, you feel alarmed. You didn’t get much attention at the club compared to your friends and seeing someone so blatantly check you out is unsettling. You smile awkwardly.

The man leans close to you, shouting loudly in your ear, “I like your outfit.”

“Thanks.” You shout back, taking a step away from him.

But the man immediately closes the gap, yelling, “You here with anyone?”

“I’m with my friends.” Speaking of friends, you wish yours would notice what was going on, but they are too busy flirting with the bartender.

“No, I mean, whose gonna fuck you tonight when the club closes?” The man grins and you can smell the booze on his breath.

Ew, you think. Seonghwa talking like that is one thing. Some gross dude in the club is so not the same thing.

“Not you.” You retort with a light smile.

The man’s face falls, and his brows pull together. He actually reaches for your waist, and you balk at the touch, jerking back so hard that you bump into someone behind you.

“Oh, sorry, I –” You look up at the person you bumped into –

Only to find yourself looking at Seonghwa. One hand is on the small of your back to steady you, but his eyes are on the man with a state of utter loathing and hostility. You don’t think you have ever seen him with that expression before.

“She said fuck off.” He deadpans and even though his voice is quiet, you can still somehow hear it over the music.

“Who the fuck are you?” The man scowls.

“I’m the man about to kick your fucking head in unless you back off.” Seonghwa is all dark rage and simmering anger; you can feel it rolling off him in waves.

People are starting to notice a possible confrontation like sharks sensing blood. Even your friend has turned around, eyes wide in confusion and surprise.

“What the fuck did you just say?” The man stumbles towards you and Seonghwa.

In one fluid motion, Seonghwa brings his arm around your waist, tugging you gently behind him.

“I said that I’m going to kick your fucking head in if you don’t leave her alone. You think it’s okay to just go up and talk to her like that? Try to grab her waist?” He growls.

“Fucking asshole,” The man slurs drunkenly.

Everything happens so quickly. One second, the man swings at Seonghwa, punching him across the face, striking near his eye. Seonghwa’s head jerks hard but he is like an immoveable statue, not stumbling or toppling to the floor. Even so, the sight of him being punched causes you to scream, all hell breaks loose, and Seonghwa slams his fist clean across the man’s jaw.

The man hits the floor immediately. You reach for Seonghwa, grabbing his hand back before he can hit the man again, shouting at him to let it go. He looks down at the man furiously, eyes flicking to your face. The bouncers have swarmed the man and Seonghwa, yanking on him, yelling that he needs to leave. On top of that, your friends and Seonghwa’s friends have circled around you in confusion. There is a cacophony of noise – people yelling, music blasting – but the only thing you focus on is Seonghwa.

“I’m fine, Seonghwa. I’m fine,” You keep saying, trying to get through to him.

He has a cut above his eye, bleeding into his makeup, every muscle in his body tense. Your hand is in his, squeezing it as hard as you can. The rings along his other hand have blood on them from punching the man’s face.

His eyes soften slightly as the words sink in, but he doesn’t have a chance to reply.

The crowd swallows the two of you up, and it doesn’t take long for the bouncers to kick Seonghwa out. Together, you, Seonghwa and your respective friend groups spill out into the front of the bar.

“Seonghwa,” You say urgently, his hand now tight around yours as he tugs you down the sidewalk, “Seonghwa, wait!”

He stops walking, and your friends swarm the two of you. Seonghwa’s friends are asking him questions in low voices, your own friends gawking at you as if you are an alien.

“What the hell is happening?” One of your friends ask as another one goes, “Why the hell did he punch that guy?”

That is when they notice Seonghwa is holding your hand. You are blushing, you cannot help it, struggling to explain yourself.

Seonghwa tugs on your hand a little, getting your attention. “Kitten, I’m going. Are you coming with me?”

“Did he just call her kitten?” Your friend whispers to another.

Out of the bar comes the man Seonghwa punched. He has ice in a bag, pressed against his jaw and is loudly talking shit about Seonghwa to his own group of friends.

“I can finish him off,” One of Seonghwa’s friends remarks, cocking one eyebrow, his rings glittering underneath the streetlight.

“Don’t, Hongjoong, not worth it. I’m leaving anyway.” Seonghwa replies.

Your friend grabs your other arm, tugging you hard. Your grip on Seonghwa breaks, leaving you no choice but to look at your group.

“What the hell is going on?” Your friend asks, “Why is Seonghwa holding your hand and calling you kitten?”

Realization dawns on another friend’s face, “Oh my god. That’s why you haven’t been around much lately. You’re with him.”

“Guys, can we not talk about this right now?” You plead, knowing Seonghwa can hear them.

“I don’t understand. I don’t understand like is he your boyfriend? Are you dating Seonghwa?” You know what they are implying, how his reputation is at the front of their minds.

“Kitten, I’m leaving now. Are you coming or not?” Seonghwa speaks up, sounding impatient and irritated.

“I have to go,” You say apologetically to your friends, “I’ll explain later. I’m sorry.”

Seonghwa’s hand finds yours, pulling you away. Your friends protest, staring open mouthed as you walk off with him. Seonghwa’s friends watch you with expressions ranging from amusement to almost thoughtful.

You had come with one of your friends tonight, so you don’t have to worry about your car. A few seconds later, you are in the passenger seat of Seonghwa’s as he pulls out of the club parking lot.

He doesn’t speak. You aren’t sure what to say. Seonghwa seems highly agitated, and everything happened so quickly that you can’t wrap your head around it. You keep replaying the fight in your head. You can’t believe Seonghwa had defended you like…well, like a boyfriend.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. His lips are pressed in a thin line, tension evident in his shoulders. At a red light, he grabs a pack of cigarettes off the dash, quickly lighting a smoke as he rolls down the window. The light turns green, Seonghwa exhales out the window and takes off.

Neither of you speak. You aren’t sure what has Seonghwa so worked up, so annoyed in a way you have never seen him. Did he blame you for having that guy hit on you? If he did, that would be ridiculous and out of line – you couldn’t control something like that. The entire car ride the only noise is from the radio and the wind from the window being rolled down.

Seonghwa doesn’t talk once you arrive at his apartment either although he does wait for you to get out of the car, crushing the cigarette underneath his boot, avoiding your gaze. A minute later, he unlocks the front door of his place, and you trail after him, vaguely feeling like a kid who was called to the principal’s office.

In the light of his apartment, you can see the cut above his eye, the blood drying. Alarmed, you go, “Seonghwa, let me clean your eye at least.”

“Fine.” He mumbles, taking off to his bathroom.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you follow him, wondering what his problem is. Maybe seeing that guy flirt with you made him realize you aren’t worth the trouble. Or maybe now that his friends know about you, he is embarrassed and took you back here to call things off. Are you supposed to end things with someone you weren’t officially dating? You have no idea.

Seonghwa is sitting on the edge of the tub as you rummage around for the first aid kit. You manage to find something to clean the cut, a bandage and makeup remover. (Seonghwa switched away from the makeup wipes, you noticed, shortly after the first night you removed his makeup.)

First, you remove the rings on his fingers, placing them in the sink to try to clean up later. You inspect his fingers, making sure they are okay after slamming into some guy’s face. When you find them acceptable, you turn to his eye makeup, removing it silently. He winces when you get to the eye that has been struck.

“Sorry,” You say quickly, “It just will be easier without the makeup on to clean the cut.”

“It’s fine.” Seonghwa replies curtly, his eyes closed.

As you carefully remove his makeup, you finally bring yourself to ask, “Are you mad at me?”

“Mad at you?” Seonghwa’s eyes open then, staring at you, “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I don’t know. You just seem off. I thought maybe you were mad at me because of that guy.”

“Why would I be mad at you because of some asshole creeping you out?” Seonghwa asks.

“Why are you acting so weird then? And close your eyes. I’m not finished.”

He obeys, and you go back to wiping off his heavy eye makeup. When you finish, you clean the cut, putting a bandage over it. The injury isn’t wide enough to need stitches, and you think it’ll be okay although Seonghwa will probably have a black eye. You are too nervous to finish removing the rest of his makeup, so his lips remain a dark red.

“Okay, there.” You announce, finishing gently placing the bandage across the cut.

As you pull your hand away, Seonghwa grabs your wrist, taking you by surprise. His eyes open and he is looking at you with an expression that you haven’t seen before. It is intense, his dark eyes like storm clouds, and your chest tightens. God, this is it, isn’t it? You think worriedly – Seonghwa is finally going to tell you he was sick of you.

“Your friends know about us now,” he says instead.

You frown, unsure where this is going, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“They didn’t seem very happy.”

“They’re just overprotective of me and they only know you by your reputation. They don’t want me to get hurt,” You explain carefully, trying to figure out why Seonghwa cares if your friends are upset, “Besides, your friends know about me now. They probably think you’re crazy.”

Seonghwa’s fingers interlock with yours, bringing your hand to his knee, which you realize is bouncing up and down nervously. “They were surprised but got over it quickly.”

“What did you tell them?” You ask, finding his wording strange.

Seonghwa stands up then, the hold on your hand breaking, brushing his fingers through his hair as he leaves the bathroom. His nervous energy is making you feel as if battery acid is bubbling in your stomach. Trailing after him, Seonghwa comes to a stop in the middle of his room, turning to face you.

“I mean, they aren’t blind. They could tell something was different about me.”

“Different?”

He begins to look frustrated now, “Yes, different. Do you…I mean, you’re not pretending to not understand what I am trying to say, right?”

“Seonghwa, I have no clue what you’re trying to say. It feels like I am being placed at the end of a conversation and I wasn’t there for the start of it.” You say anxiously, “Are you mad at me or something?”

“No, Jesus, kitten, I’m not mad at you,” He snatches a cigarette out of the pack on his dresser, taking a second to light it, “I’m not mad at you.” He repeats, taking a drag off it, blowing smoke away from your face.

“It feels like you’re upset at me and it’s stressing me out. Do you want me to go?”

“Go?” His eyes widen, cigarette dangling between his fingers, “No, I don’t want you to go.”

Getting upset, you can’t stop the word vomit currently pouring out of your mouth, “Because I can just go. You’ve been super weird ever since that ugly guy hit on me – which was not my fault, by the way, and I’m sorry if my friends came off insulting but they only just care about me and want the best for me. They don’t know you at all. And we aren’t even – I mean, we aren’t like…officially…a thing, right? So, I don’t know what to even tell them. About us. Not that there is an us. Just us as a concept…some…fuck buddy concept,” Holy shit, stop talking, you beg yourself but cannot seem to shut up, “So, if this is your way of trying to end whatever this is between us, then just tell me instead of speaking in riddles and half sentences because I’d rather just go and feel mortified at home than in front of you.” You are worried that you are going to start crying and bite down hard on your bottom lip, falling silent.

“Whoa, whoa, kitten,” Seonghwa hurriedly crushes the cigarette in the ash tray on the dresser, coming over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, lowering his face so that he is looking directly in your eyes, “I don’t want you to go. That’s the thing. I don’t want you to ever go,” He takes a small breath, “I want you to be my girlfriend. Exclusively. Like a couple. That’s what I was just trying to say.”

“What?” You say in a tiny voice after a moment of silence, “Why didn’t you just say that at the start in the car?” You still might cry, the whiplash of all the emotions of the night threatening to spill over, bottom lip trembling.

“No, don’t cry, kitten, you’re going to fucking kill me. Come here.”

Seonghwa gently tugs you to the bed, kicking off his combat boots. You remove your shoes, crawling into bed next to him, fending off tears. He pulls you against his chest, running his fingers through your hair gently as you try to collect yourself.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Seonghwa’s voice is soft, one hand stroking your hair, the other covering your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours once more, “I’m not good at this. I don’t do stuff like this.”

“You seemed so mad,” You mumble into his shirt, “I didn’t think…” Your voice catches.

“I wasn’t mad at you, kitten. I was mad at myself. I just assumed…you know, we’ve spent so much time together lately and I just figured you never pressed becoming a couple because you didn’t see me that way.”

“What?” You prop yourself up a little to look up at him, “Seonghwa, that’s crazy. You’re the one who made it clear the first night that you didn’t do relationships. I just thought you wouldn’t want to be with someone like me.”

“‘Someone like you’? What does that mean?”

“You know, completely inexperienced. I thought you’d get bored of me once we did everything together.”

Seonghwa stares at you in disbelief, “You seriously don’t notice the effect on me you have? The first night I tasted you, I was addicted. The entire week afterwards, I had to fight myself to not contact you because I thought you wouldn’t want to speak to me. I only texted you that night we did the face time call because Hongjoong said I had been moping all night and to deal with whatever was bothering me.” You think of his friend at the club – the one with all the rings, who suggested he could finish beating the guy who swung at Seonghwa.

“I…I don’t understand why you like me. I’m not anything special, I don’t get it.”

“You noticed all those stupid history books of mine; you were always so nice and supportive about everything. You’re the reason I decided to fill out the paperwork to go back to school. You didn’t seem to care that I dressed differently from you. You never asked me to change anything about myself. The night you were worried about my fucking skin because I was going to sleep in my makeup, went out of your way to clean my face – that was the most intimate I’ve ever been with anyone,” The words tumble out of Seonghwa, as if a cork has been popped, “That was when I realized I was falling for you. That I wanted to be with you and only you. But you never mentioned it and I thought maybe I was just…I don’t know. The club whore who could show you the ropes.”

“What? No, Seonghwa, I never – I never thought of you like that. I just thought you wouldn’t want someone so inexperienced, that this was just fun for you, and you would go to another person at the club. That’s why I stopped going there because I was so worried that I would see you with someone else and I didn’t think I could take it,” The words spill from your lips quickly; you detest the idea that Seonghwa would believe for one more second that you only saw him as the club whore, “I never cared you slept around. I don’t care about how you dress or your makeup…well, okay, I care a little because I think it’s hot,” You blush at the admission but keep speaking, “But I’ve always…I’ve always had feelings for you.”

Seonghwa’s hand cups your cheek, thumb grazing across your skin very softly, “When I saw that guy approach you and I could see how uncomfortable you looked…I didn’t care if our friends found out about us. I didn’t care about any questions they might have. All I could think about was if I had asked you out sooner, we could’ve gone into the club together and everyone would know we belonged to each other,” He hesitates for a moment like someone about to cliff dive, “I got angry at myself for being too much of a coward to ask you before and I thought…even if you rejected me, I had to tell you. Because I couldn’t do this anymore. Just being…what did you call it? Fuck buddies.”

You aren’t sure if you are breathing any longer. Looking into Seonghwa’s eyes, you whisper, “So, ask me then.”

He studies you for a moment before asking, “Kitten, will you be mine?”

“Yes, Seonghwa,” You say breathlessly, turning so that you are now sitting in his lap, straddling him, bringing your lips against his.

His hands cup your cheeks, tongue in your mouth, kissing you slowly as if he is exploring you for the first time. The cigarette taste of him is purely Seonghwa’s, something you associate only with him, comforting, sensual, making you crave more. The kiss deepens, tongues pressing together. His mouth opens more, running his tongue over your teeth. Seonghwa’s hands press against your back, the kiss breaking so he can look at you.

“I like when my lipstick gets on your face,” He admits, “I switched to a cheaper brand so it would smear more.”

Blushing, you go, “Are you serious?”

“Felt like I was marking you.” His voice is low, eyes intense.

Your heart skips a beat, “I’m yours officially now. You can mark me.” You tilt your head to the side, exposing your neck.

Seonghwa doesn’t hesitate, bringing his lips down to begin gently biting and nibbling along the sensitive skin. Your eyes flutter closed as he does so, his biting becoming more urgent as his desire grows. At one point, he bites down hard enough that you gasp a little, knowing it will leave a mark. Seonghwa’s hands trail along your sides to find the buttons at the front of your shirt, undoing them quickly, pulling it off you. He begins to grope your tits in the bra, smooshing them together as you reach into the pocket of his pants.

“What are you doing?” He asks curiously, still staring at your tits as you pull out his lipstick buried in his pocket.

“Mark me more,” You whisper, placing the lipstick in the palm of his hand.

Seonghwa’s eyes flick to you, not hesitating to uncap the lipstick, leaning forward to write his name across your chest in dark red. When he is finished, he stares at it, utterly entranced – the hasty scroll of his name bright against your skin, just above your tits.

“Kitten, I need to be in you right now,” His voice is filled with a longing you haven’t heard from him before, bunching your skirt up around your waist desperately, eyes still locked on his name.

You are fumbling with his belt, tossing it off the bed, quickly unzipping his pants, pulling his cock out of his boxers, wanting him just as urgently. Moving your underwear to the side, you sink down onto his cock, taking it easily. By now, you have been with Seonghwa so many times that your pussy is made for him. His hands grip your thighs, fingers rubbing against the fabric of your stockings. Neither of you move, just stay there together like that, Seonghwa buried deep inside you as you sit in his lap.

His fingers go to your chin, bringing your face to his. Your mouth opens, his tongue pressing against yours, the kiss deepening. His other hand unhooks your bra and you pull off his shirt, running your hands along his chest.

Seonghwa places the lipstick in your hand, “Your turn.” He says quietly, echoing your words from what feels like hundreds of years ago.

With his cock still deep inside, you scrawl your name across Seonghwa’s chest, taking delight in the fact that you can do this.

“You’re mine now too,” You tell him shyly as you put the lipstick away.

“Kitten, I was yours from the first night.” Seonghwa says, cupping your cheek, grazing his thumb softly against your skin.

You blush as Seonghwa’s thumb brushes across your lips. Opening your mouth, Seonghwa rests his thumb against your tongue. You playfully bite down gently on it, and he smiles.

“Do you know the first time I noticed you?” He asks as he pulls his hand away.

“When I asked you for the time and you scared me into silence?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, wiggling close, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed full of him like this.

“No, months before that. I was sitting with everyone in our corner, bored out of my mind,” His hands trail lazily up along your bare back, making goosebumps break out across your skin, “You came in with your friends. I watched you cross towards the bar, and I thought…she has to be kidding with that outfit.”

You laugh, tilting your face back to look at him, “Hey! Was it really that bad?”

“You were wearing this pale pink dress with white shoes and a ribbon in your hair,” Seonghwa’s eyes look distant, as if he is reliving the memory, “I thought there was no way you were legit with that outfit. No one goes clubbing in something like that. But then I saw you the next week in something similar. Every time I saw you, you had a something like that on…as if you were going to church instead of the club.”

“Can’t believe you noticed me,” You reply, surprised.

He focuses on you then, a smile tugging on his lips, “I thought you were pretty. You didn’t care that you were dressing differently from all your friends.”

“And you wanted to eat my cunt because I looked so innocent.” You point out.

Seonghwa laughs, “Fine, that too,” His face grows serious, shifting slightly, his cock buried to the hilt inside you still, “I really like you. I think…” He hesitates, choosing his words with care, “I think I could…fall in love with you,” He clears his throat nervously, “If you let me stick around.”

Your cheeks flush, the intensity of his gaze making you feel shy, “I really like you, Seonghwa. I don’t want you to just stick around. I want you to be with me all the time,” You are nervous now as well but keep going, “I know you aren’t experienced in relationships but I’m not either. I want us to…” Your face must be a bright red now, “I want us to fall in love together.”

Seonghwa brushes your hair back, cupping your cheek, studying your face, “I’m going to fuck you now, kitten.” He finally says quietly.

You wiggle off his cock so that the two of you can undress and switch positions. The only thing you have on is your stockings, laying back against the pillows as Seonghwa tugs down his boxers, his cock already wet from your juices. His hands reach upwards to his neck to remove the choker –

“Seonghwa,” You speak up softly, his eyes falling on you, “Could you…could you keep the choker on?”

He laughs, crawling towards you, covering your body with his. He kisses you hungrily, tongue in your mouth, grinding against you slowly. Your hands trail up along his hips, his sides, along his stomach to feel his muscles.

When the kiss breaks, Seonghwa is still fighting off a smile, “Kitten, I think you get off on me in a choker. Any time you can have me wear one, you do.”

Blushing, you reply, “You always have me in stockings if you can.”

“I’m not complaining,” Seonghwa looks at you with an expression of open desire, “You can tug on it if you want,” When he can sense your shyness, he reaches down for your hand, pressing it against the choker, pushing your fingers down between the narrow gap between his skin and the band, “I can handle it.”

Your fingers curl around the choker, the metal cold against your skin. You hesitate for a moment and then give it a gentle tug.

“Kitten, I know you can do better than that.” Seonghwa whispers.

You yank on the choker, pulling him close, crushing his lips in a kiss. He groans but pulls away, your brow furrowing in confusion. Seonghwa leans over to his night table, pulling something out of a pile of clothes, handing it to you.

“What is this?”

“It’s a silk ribbon, sometimes I use it as an accent belt,” He explains, plucking one end out of your fingers and looping it around his choker.

“Seonghwa,” You are realizing that he is turning the choker into some sort of makeshift collar, “Are you sure?”

His fingers deftly tie the long ribbon around the choker, the other end in your hand. Even though you and Seonghwa have done a lot together sexually, he never had done anything like being submissive to you.

“I’m sure. I’m yours now, right? I want to be yours completely. On every level. I trust you,” He says, finishing tying the ribbon, grinding slowly against you, his cock pressing against your pussy, “Now pull on it.”

You twirl the ribbon around your wrist and pull again on it, but Seonghwa immediately shakes his head. You know what he is saying – harder, don’t hold back. Exhaling, you tug hard on an angle, the choker immediately tightening around his neck. Seonghwa gasps, his plump lips parting prettily, eyes half lidded with desire.

“I want to ride you,” You tell him, trying to take charge, out of your element but determined to do your best.

It doesn’t take Seonghwa long to be underneath your body as you grind your pussy lips against his cock, still not taking him inside. You know that you are teasing him, you know he desperately wants to be in your cunt, but the sight of Seonghwa with a collar around his neck, his messy lipstick, his pure and urgent need to be in you, whimpering like that, is surreal and intoxicating.

From this angle you pull on the ribbon and the choker tightens around his neck hard, making Seonghwa groan, eyes fluttering closed. You reach down and pinch one of his nipples, eliciting another moan from him, pushing his buttons, discovering a new side of Seonghwa that you know he hasn’t shown anyone before – somehow, you understand that revealing this part of himself to you is something he would only give to someone who wanted to be in a relationship. Even though you have never done something like this before, you feel comfortable, knowing that Seonghwa will guide you in the right direction.

“Kitten,” The word cracks, you have never heard your pet name sound so fragile before, “Please fuck me.”

“No.” You say quietly, twisting his other nipple, watching Seonghwa squirm.

He gasps, arching his back, trying to enter your pussy but you won’t let him, “P-please.”

Another tug on the collar. His eyes roll into the back of his head for a few seconds, and you wonder if he is going to cum just from that alone. He looks so fucking good like that – a whimpering mess underneath you, your name written in lipstick across his chest, the choker tight around his neck, needing your pussy this badly.

“Not until you convince me you deserve it.” The words come out of you easily. Maybe you have a knack for this.

Seonghwa is breathing hard, the words tumbling from his lips in urgent pleas, “I deserve it, kitten. I p-protected you tonight from that asshole, didn’t I? And I’ll always…ugn…” His words are cut off briefly when you pull hard on the ribbon just to watch his reaction, “I’ll always protect you.”

Seonghwa whimpers, his tongue poking out from in between his red lips, face scrunched up cutely as he grinds against you. You are so wet that you know his cock is covered in it, know that if you took him right now it wouldn’t take much to make either one of you finish.

“I can’t believe I have scary Seonghwa begging for me,” You remark, watching his face carefully to see what words bring out the strongest reaction, “I bet you’ve wanted to do this forever.”

“Y-yes. Just with y-you,” He pants, opening his eyes to look up, “Just you, kitten.”

You drag one finger down his abs, the skin hard and warm underneath, “What did you think about?” You ask curiously.

“You d-dressed up all innocent. In your stockings. And your button up shirt. Those cute little shoes of yours. And – and I had a collar on,” His skin is flushed – is he actually embarrassed at admitting this? “You would tug on it until I couldn’t breathe, make me c-cry for you because I needed you so badly and then finally you would take p-pity on me and fuck me.” Yes, Seonghwa is definitely embarrassed, stumbling over his words badly.

Something about his desire for a collar has inspiration strike, and you suddenly know exactly what button to push. “We can get you a nice pretty collar, Seonghwa. That way I’m your kitten and you’re my puppy.”

His reaction is instantaneous, a whine escaping from his mouth, his hands on your stockings, tugging on them as he nods eagerly, “Y-yes, kitten, please, I’ll be your puppy.”

God, this is not how you thought this night was going to end up…not with Seonghwa begging for you, getting off on being called your puppy with a makeshift collar around his neck. You thought it was impossible to desire Seonghwa more until this moment.

Maybe with more practice you could withhold longer but your resolve crumbles as he keeps speaking urgently, “I’ll be a good puppy for you. Every day. Whatever you want, kitten, I’ll give you it. Don’t you understand how addicted I am to you? I’ll do anything you want from me like a good puppy. Please,” He begs, “Please, I just…I just need to be in you. Please.”

Tugging on the collar to drive another whine out of Seonghwa, you shift, gripping his cock to guide it into your cunt. You are soaking wet and take him easily all the way in, to the hilt, making him moan loudly, arching his hips as you slide down. You groan, head rolling back in pleasure as Seonghwa bucks his hips, panting hard.

“P-pull on the collar,” He pleads, “Kitten, p-please.”

You give the collar a sharp tug. It tightens around Seonghwa’s neck hard, driving another gasp from his lips, his thrusts upwards messy and erratic. You are close to climaxing already, but you know he is too.

“Does my puppy like that?” You ask, voice shaking from being fucked so hard.

Seonghwa groans loudly, “Fuck yes, kitten, I’m going to cum in your cunt.”

Driving his cock upwards, hitting your sweet spot one time too many, you moan his name, yanking on the collar as hard as you can as you climax. Seonghwa lets out a strangled gasp, going still as he cums inside you. You grind your hips against his cock, milking every drop out of him, his seed filling up your pussy as you finish with him. You know the orgasm is too intense for you, that you are squirting over Seonghwa’s cock, but you also know he doesn’t care, that he loves the mess of sex, that covering him in your juices would only heighten his own orgasm. The room is filled with your moans – you are sure the neighbors must be sick to death of you by now.

Panting, you let go of the ribbon, sliding off Seonghwa to collapse next to him, trying to catch your breath. Seonghwa’s eyes are closed, chest heaving, as he comes down from his intense orgasm. His hand finds yours and for a while, the only noise is the two of you trying to steady your breathing.

Finally, Seonghwa rolls onto his side, propping himself up a little, the ribbon from his choker trailing down his chest like a pretty leash. You tilt your head slightly to meet his gaze.

“Was that okay?” He asks quietly, “Was that…weird?” He seems nervous and you want to make sure he feels comfortable immediately.

“No, Seonghwa, I had fun. Was I okay though?”

“Kitten, you’re a natural at everything.” Seonghwa brings his lips to your shoulder, trailing kisses along your skin, up to your neck, his lips near your ears, “Can I be your puppy again sometime?” He whispers.

You blush, nodding shyly. He wraps his arms around you, snuggling in close.

“Stay here tonight,” Seonghwa whispers, “Stay here every night,” He is drifting off now, his voice sleepy, “Want you here every second.”

The next second, he is asleep. You study his face, marveling at how tonight went, how he is your boyfriend. You lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead and it doesn’t take long to fall asleep too.

Stifling a yawn, you blow on your coffee, waiting for it to cool down a little more. You are sitting at Seonghwa’s tiny dining room table, wearing just a pair of Seonghwa’s boxers and one of his hoodies. Your hair is wet from the shower with Seonghwa earlier (naturally resulting in him eating you out until climax) and it is late morning. Your phone is filled with unread messages from your friends. You aren’t worried anymore about telling them that Seonghwa is your boyfriend. Somehow, you’ll merge the two different friend groups together.

Even though you have been with Seonghwa non-stop the past few weeks, this morning is very different from the other times you have stayed the night. He woke you up whispering about how you are his girlfriend now, ushering you into the shower, and now is claiming that he is going to make breakfast.

“Seonghwa,” You say, “You can’t actually cook.”

“I can cook.” He protests.

You shift in the chair to look at him. The kitchen is small, and Seonghwa is so tall that he seems almost too big for the narrow space. His hair is damp, hair curling at the nape of his neck, face clean of any makeup, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He wears black sweatpants and a baggy red shirt. His eye is starting to darken, however, the bruising becoming clear against his skin.

“I don’t want ash in my food,” You say.

Seonghwa places the cigarette in between his lips, taking a drag off it, exhaling so that the smoke blurs his face a little, “You won’t have ash in it, okay? Give me a little credit, kitten.”

“You know, smoking is way worse for you than sleeping with makeup on.”

He grins, “You gonna lecture me about smoking now, kitten? That’s certifiable girlfriend behavior right there.”

You blush, taking a sip of your coffee as Seonghwa finishes his cigarette. A few minutes later, he puts a bowl down in front of you and you look up at him.

“Cereal? That’s your idea of cooking?”

“Kitten, I’ve had many people at my apartment and never once gave them cereal. This is a gigantic step here and I don’t think you’re understanding the gravity of it.” He says – even though his tone is joking, you know there is truth to his words too…this is absolutely the first time he has made cereal for anyone.

“Well, thank you, I appreciate it.”

Seonghwa leans down, and you immediately tilt your face upwards to meet his lips. Everything about him is familiar in the best way possible and you thank the universe for having your car break down, having your phone die, so that Seonghwa took you home that night. The kiss deepens, you can taste the toothpaste and cigarettes on his tongue, can feel the desire brimming in your chest for him.

When the kiss breaks, he pushes a lock of your hair carefully behind your ear, staring at you with a look of such tenderness that your heart constricts.

“Oh, kitten,” Seonghwa says with a sigh of delight, “You absolutely are my favourite person on the planet.”

And he is yours.

the end.

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PART 1

Your feet dangled down from the stool, elbows on the granite counter when Jeff turned around. “Alright,” he said, lips in a thin smile when he revealed the plate of reheated lasagna that someone dropped off in the last few days. “Smells good.”

You looked up at him with an unimpressed stare. “It looks a little disgusting.”

“It’s vegan, I think.”

“Jesus,” you rolled your eyes. “You start one all natural skincare line and people think you only eat plant-based shit.”

He let out a small laugh, set the plate down and watched as you picked up the fork. One bite--mediocre. Not exactly hot enough, but after all Jeff had done for you the last few days, you didn’t have the heart to demand he put it in for another minute.

“So--do you think it went well?”

You laughed around the food in your mouth, picked up a paper napkin and let your head tilt to the side. “As good as a funeral could be.”

The lights in your kitchen were dim and the sun had already faded behind the trees, the house quiet after people finally filed out. Friends, extended family, strangers you’d never met had flocked to Los Angeles for the funeral of your famous father.

It’d been coming from a mile away. His health declined, an obvious result of the cocaine and the cigarettes and whatever else he’d ingested regularly in the 70s. A heart attack a year ago put him on a fast track to the afterlife, but he always joked that he’d probably end up in hell.

Being in the music industry ruined him, in a way--it ruined your parents’ marriage and it ruined a lot of the relationships your father had. Blow outs and big fights that left him exiled from a lot of social circles, sometimes never speaking to people again after one bad phone call. But it was never like that with Irv.

“Well, I’ve never seen my dad cry so hard,” Jeff smiled. “He really loved him.”

Another bite of the soggy noodles and fake cheese. “I know.”

A comfortable silence, the doors off the kitchen were open, a breeze from the backyard let the southern California warmth blow through the sheer curtains when you sipped at your left over wine.

Jeff was the closest thing you had to a sibling, his family was all you had left at this point. You were tossed in the bathtub with him and his siblings as a baby, shoved into family photos and tagged along for vacations.

Being closest in age to Jeff meant people always hoped it would be the two of you that would end up together. Happily ever after or having babies of your own. But when you saw Jeff wolf down a whole pizza at his bar mitzvah, any hope of a spark between the two of you had been permanently extinguished.

His older sister was the one who told you what it meant to have sex, and after your mom died, his mom helped you pick out a dress for your Sweet Sixteen.

She was the one who talked you off the ledge when you found out you were pregnant only a few years later, she was the one who threw you both baby showers and she was the one who helped you through your divorce only six months earlier.

So now that your dad was gone, too, you wondered where you fit into their family and what your definition of family even was.

Before the thought could cross your mind, the front door was pushed open and the sound of high pitched giggles floated in from the foyer.

CeCe’s tiny voice echoed down the hall. “Uncle Jeff?”

“Is that my CeCe?” He took a few steps forward and she ran straight into his legs, he hoisted her up onto his hip when Maeve rounded the corner with Tristan in tow.

“Hi honey,” you opened an arm so your ten-year-old could fit into the side of you. She leaned her head on her shoulder. “How was ice cream?”

The easiest ploy to get them out of the house while you hosted some kind of awkward afterparty.

“Fine,” she sighed. “But Tristan said that funerals are a selfish attempt by the living to hold on to someone after they’re dead.”

You blinked a few times and looked down at her, shocked by the words and apparently, her ability to understand them. You looked over at Tristan, arched eyebrows to communicate how displeased you were.

His eyes went wide when Jeff choked down a laugh. “I didn’t--I don’t know what you’re talking about Maeve.”

You kissed Maeve on the head. “Well, Tristan is wrong about a lot of things, trust me. But you two should go get ready for bed, it’s been a long day.”

You looked over at him again--younger by two years and easily one of the most important people in your life. You met him only a year after you started your business, he had a knack for brand management and eye for design that you couldn’t pass up. He was way too sarcastic and cynical to be your regular babysitter, but Jeff and his family were basically in the receiving line beside you.

Jeff let CeCe climb down and Maeve took her by the hand as they headed for the kitchen stairs to the second floor, leaving you alone at the island with two of your closest friends.

He waited until he heard the water turn on from their bathroom sink, then whispered in Tristan’s direction. “Great idea to say that to a ten-year-old and a six-year-old after their grandpa dies.”

Tristan rolled his eyes theatrically, “she asked why so many people came and why she’d never met any of them if they loved her grandpa so much.”

“Well, you can expect a bill for their therapy in a few years,” you laughed, forking more lasagna into your mouth.

Tristan made his way over to the fridge and pulled out the glass dish, helping himself to a piece when Jeff took a seat beside you. “How are you holding up?”

“Fine,” you glanced at him sideways, suspicious about any ulterior motive he might have.

“Okay, Y/N,” Jeff laughed, Tristan eyed you from over his shoulder like he didn’t believe you. “Let me try again. How are you feeling emotionally?”

You cleared your throat and swallowed the most recent bite of dinner. “Oh, you mean cause my husband left me six months ago and my dad just died and now I’m a single mom with two fiesty daughters who just inherited a giant house aaaaaand,” you drew out the word for dramatic effect. “I’m a business owner who barely gets any sleep?”

“That’s what I was getting at, yes,” Jeff nodded and fought a smirk.

“I’m alright,” you sighed. “Tired. Kind of freaked out about what the fuck is going on in my life, but, I’ll survive. I always survive."

You knew you would--in fact, you’d been waiting for this moment for the last few weeks. When Jeff’s mom called to tell you your dad needed to be put in hospice, you prepared. You talked to Maeve and CeCe and explained it all in a way they’d understand. His life on earth is over, but we can still talk to him and visit a pretty garden to remember him.

It was a lot to deal with only a few months after your high school sweetheart turned husband admitted he’d been having an affair and moved out, you saw on Facebook that he’d since bought a motorcycle and was spending most of his time at bars along the coast. That whole fiasco was harder to explain to your children.

And now suddenly everyone wanted to make sure you were okay. Frozen dinners, offers to drive your kids to and from their extracurriculars, a lot of attention was suddenly thrust onto you and your family, as if you hadn’t always hated that growing up.

But you knew the time would come when life would settle back down. Cousins and aunts and uncles would fly home, people would stop asking how you were doing post divorce. Dust would settle and the sun would set on this chapter and frankly, it couldn’t happen soon enough.

So here you were, the funeral was over, the dinner in his honor at Jeff’s parents, the media coverage was starting to die down and life could return to normal. Or, at least, a new normal.

Your dad had been a fixture in your life--weekly dinner dates with grandpa gave you a minute to yourself after working long days and answering endless phone calls. A glass of wine on the couch or even dinner with Tristan and Zoey was a nice escape from breaking up fights or figuring out how to reattach the head of a Barbie doll after someone shoved someone into a closet and tears and screaming ensued.

“You will definitely survive,” Jeff nodded.

Tristan came and sat, forked into the lasagna and made a face when he realized how bad it was. “Is this fake cheese?”

“Unfortunately,” you nodded.

Tristan made a face and then cleared his throat. “I, for one, think this is the start of a new chapter for you. New opportunities, new love,” he smirked.

A quick retort: “Yeah, that’s obviously the first priority right now.”

“He’s right, though,” Jeff said. “You have a fresh start, a totally new chapter.”

You nodded--they were right, but easing into a new chapter felt a lot better than trying to dive right in.

“Speaking of a fresh start, you know, changing things up,” Jeff forced a grin in your direction. “Can we actually talk for a second?”

You eyed him suspiciously, put your fork down to bow out from eating the world’s worst lasagna. “Yeah?”

“I have kind of a weird favor to ask. And--I know it’s kind of bad timing, with everything going on, but--just hear me out, okay?”

Instead of replying, you watched him, lifted your brows to encourage him to continue and tread carefully.

“So I have a client who isn’t from here, he bought a house but it’s in the middle of getting renovated. There’s kind of been a lot going on, it’s a long story.”

“Okay,” you nodded, unsure where he was going with it.

“He needs a place to stay, and I was wondering if maybe he could stay here for a little.”

“Here, like, here here?” You pointed to the floor of your kitchen, an elegant upgrade from the more modest house in Woodland Hills you’d occupied before the divorce.

Along with the death of your father came the inheritance of his Bel Air estate and all of the bedrooms, the four car garage, the manicured lawn and the pool out back. Some people thought you should sell it, use the cash to make trusts for the girls or save for college.

Selling it didn’t feel right, though. It was the house he worked so hard for, the house you called home for the later half of your teen years and the place you always came back to when things got hard. So instead of putting it on the market and closing that chapter, once again, you returned to the safe haven in the hills when you didn’t know where else to turn.

“Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but you have the room and it might be fun to have someone else around and--”

“I have two daughters, Jeff, I can’t just let a stranger live with us.”

“He’s not a stranger, Y/N, he’s my friend. We’re really close.”

“Who is he?” Tristan asked, waving his fork in the air to remind us that he was still present.

“Harry Styles.”

Tristan’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “The kid from the boyband?”

“No way,” you shook your head, dismissing it before you could even let his name register. “I’m not having a pop star boy band kid stay in my house.”

“Okay,” Jeff held up a hand to get Tristan to relax, then moved to point at you. “He’s 24, number one. He’s not a kid, he’s, like, only a few years younger than us.”

“Yes,” you nodded, “exactly. I don’t need a 24-year-old living with my daughters.”

“He’s not like that, though. He’s responsible and he’s a family friendly dude, and--”

“Then why can’t he live with you? Or with your parents?”

“I don’t have the room,” he said. “And my dad hates house guests.”

You rolled your eyes, it was obnoxious, but it was true. Irv hated having people stay over almost as much as he hated it when your dad beat him in golf.

Jeff took your silence as an opportunity to continue selling you on the idea. “He just finished his tour, he’s working on his second album. He’s probably going to be in the studio a lot, Y/N. Do you really think I would let some crazy party animal live with my nieces?”

Another eye roll from both you and Tristan.

“Is this like, just a few nights?” You asked.

“Like, two weeks. Tops.”

“Two weeks?!” You shook your head. “No--I can’t put them through that after all the shit that’s been going on this year. Why can’t he just stay in a hotel?”

“Cause that’s lonely and he’s a people person and--I don’t know, it might be good for you to have someone around.”

You rolled your eyes that, was it a jab at your new status as a single mom or new status as a fatherless daughter? Unsure.

Jeff stood from the counter and grabbed for his phone on the far end of the island. “Just think about it, okay? I’ve gotta run. A few weeks, built in babysitting, maybe--he’s great with kids.”

“I’ve already thought about it,” you told him, resting your chin in your hand and offering a sugary sweet smile. “No fucking way.”

“Mommy!” CeCe’s voice called from upstairs, you hoisted yourself up, ready to tuck them in and forget that Jeff had ever asked such a ludicrous question.

“I would owe you big time--it might be fun! You’ve got the room, he could be a positive male influence on the girls.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the end of his sentence--like that would really sway you.

“And I’m not that?” Tristan pulled his head back, offended.

“You’re the one who told them funerals are stupid,” Jeff said with a sarcastic smirk.

“And you’re the crazy one trying to let a stranger move in here like it’s an AirBnB,” you shot back at Jeff. “So maybe they do need a better male influence than both of you.”

“Mommy!” CeCe called again, more impatient this time.

“I’m coming!” You shouted. “You, let yourself out when you’re finished eating this terrible meal,” you pointed at Tristan and the lasagna. “And you,” you pointed at Jeff with a smirk. “Please never speak to me again.”

He was already heading for the door, keys in hand when he blew you a kiss. “Love you, see you soon!”

“Love you,” you called back, bounding up the stairs, mom mode activated.

A text message the next day when you were at work:

Jeff Azoff (1:43pm): 🙏😇🙏😇

You blew air from your lips, Zoey sat across from you at a conference table when you took a late lunch. She was the first friend you made when you started high school, your long time confidant aside from Tristan and Jeff and a sure bet to tell it like it is.

Now she regularly popped into the Luna offices and she loved nothing more than acting like she was a higher up at your business. She’d rather be doing that than admit she was a new mom with no clue what the next chapter of her life would look like. You had that in common.

Her two-month-old son, Benny, sat in a carrier on the ground, his eyelashes fluttered when Zoey put her feet up on the chair beside her.

“What’s the sigh for?”

“Jeff is being annoying.”

“What’d he do now?”

You looked over at her, nose deep in her phone when you took another bite of the burrito bowl she’d picked up for you. You didn’t know if it was worth it to explain it all. Zoey was excitable, never one to turn down an adventure and her aptly timed identity crisis that came with becoming a mom was sure to make her encourage bad decisions even more.

She looked up at you, suddenly aware of the wheels spinning in your mind.

“Spill it,” she instructed. She put her phone down and let out a breath, clasped her hands and waited for you to fill her in.

“He asked me to let a friend of his stay with us in my dad’s house.”

“Your house,” she corrected. “Deed’s in your name now.”

“My house,” you nodded. “And I feel weird about it.”

“Who’s the friend?”

“Some client of his,” you tried to wave it off as if the name didn’t matter.

It didn’t, really. You’d long been exposed to the rich and famous just because of the nature of your father’s work. He was one of the biggest managers in the music industry in partnership with Jeff’s dad, so you were no stranger to beautiful people with beautiful cars and beautiful homes. When Jeff took on the family business, you only grew more accustomed to it.

“So a celebrity?” she shimmied her shoulders in excitement. “Which one?”

“Harry Styles,” you said the name slowly, quietly, even though it was just the two of you in the second floor conference room and even though this was your office that you bought and you owned and you ran.

“He’s hot,” she nodded casually, less impressed than you’d expected.

“He’s also like twenty-something, so it's disgusting for you to say that.”

“Oh relax,” she dismissed your concern. “He could be your pool boy.”

Zoey--who also grew up in Southern California and spent plenty of time at your house as a kid--hadn’t yet grown so accustomed to the coming and going of celebrities. Her parents owned a florist shop in Santa Monica and in high school you had to tell her she could only come to a Britney Spears concert if she didn’t cry when you inevitably met her in the green room thanks to your dad.

“I have children,” you reminded her. “A ten-year-old who might as well be fifteen and a six-year-old who would think I literally bought her a human playmate.”

“But if he’s friends with Jeff I highly doubt he’s a serial killer,” she reasoned.

“Wow, you are completely missing the point.”

“What’s the point, then?”

“It’s weird--I can’t have a stranger move in with my kids.”

“Why not?”

“Because first their dad left us and now their grandpa died.”

“Sounds like they need a new man in their life.”

You ignored the similarity of her words with Jeff’s from the other night. “I just think it’s crazy.”

“Okay,” she sat up straight and suddenly looked like this was morphing into a business conversation. “How long?”

“Two weeks.”

“Oh my god,” she turned her palms towards the sky. “Just do it.”

“What? No!”

“It’s two weeks--it’ll take your mind off of all the shit that’s been going on, it’ll be a fun distraction for the girls. You have so much space in that house you will never even know he’s there. And you’re helping a friend.”

She wasn’t wrong: Harry could likely stay in the bedroom all the way on the other end of the hall from where the girls slept. Maeve was thrilled to get her own room in the move and CeCe would occasionally run into your room after a nightmare, so the space was a plus.

He’d have his own room, his own bathroom. Hell, he could even park in the extra garage and enter from the back of the house. Maybe you wouldn’t even notice he existed.

You sighed, tugged at your necklace when you met her gaze. “I just feel really protective over them right now. I feel like Luke ruined their sense of family and now with my dad gone--”

She stuck her tongue out in disgust at the sound of your ex’s name. “I get that--but they have you. They have Jeff and his family and they have me and Shawn and now Benny.”

You offered a small smile at her reassurance. She was right in a lot of ways. The Azoffs were as much a family to your daughters as they had been to you. Shelli and Irv were like grandparents, they offered to babysit plenty of times and they always managed to get the girls the most amazing birthday presents.

But something in you knew it wasn’t the same. You’d dreamed of giving your daughters the sense of family you never had: a mom and a dad who loved each other. One house, not two that had two different beds and sets of books or toys.

Luckily and unluckily, your ex hadn’t made a huge deal about custody. Visits here and there were outlined in your divorce papers, but at this point in time he didn’t seem the most interested in maintaining a relationship with his daughters, even though he promised way back when that he’d never leave.

Getting pregnant with him during college wasn’t planned, but he swore you’d make it work and you tied the knot only a few months before Maeve was born. Things were good at first, you always knew you’d have more than one--if only to combat your own only-child loneliness--and then CeCe came five years later when you felt a little more prepared.

“I don’t think it’s going to traumatize them, Y/N. I mean, the least you could do is meet the guy.”

You watched her for a minute, blew air from your nose in a huff before you picked up your phone.

Y/N L/N (1:56pm): Fine. I’ll meet him.

Three days later you pulled up to a cafe in Brentwood and took a deep breath in the parking lot. If he was creepy, you wouldn’t go for it. If you got even the slightest weird vibe from him, you’d ex-communicate Jeff and only go over to visit his parents with the girls when he wasn’t around.

You’d already been leaning towards just doing it, especially once Tristan got a glass of wine in you and reminded you what your dad would have said: he who helps is one who prospers.

A few sleepless nights left you staring at the ceiling and wondering if you were crazy. You just now had the chance to let life settle down and here you were, mourning the loss of your biggest supporter, trying to piece yourself back together post divorce, and considering letting a stranger move in? Grief really did do strange things to people.

But when you walked in and found them sitting at a table in the back, something clicked.

Your dad was already fond of your possible houseguest, which you only knew from overhearing previous conversations between him and Irv about how proud they were of Jeff for picking up the family business, and now it all made sense.

A small part of you--probably the stupidest part of you--wondered if there was something cosmic about it. Your dad was always one to let his artists stay in the house, if they weren’t creepy, of course. You grew up with bands rehearsing in the backyard and going to shows at the Troubadour before you were old enough to drive, and you turned out fine.

“Hi,” Harry stood, offered a hand and introduced himself after Jeff gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Harry, pleasure to meet you.” Polite, maybe a bit of a kiss ass. Your dad must have loved him.

“Y/N,” you nodded, sat down when Jeff tugged out a chair for you. “Thanks for--uh--meeting with me, I guess.”

“Thanks for maybe letting me stay at your house,” he offered a sheepish smile, held your gaze for a second when Jeff adjusted the sunglasses clipped to his shirt.

“I’m actually surprised you guys haven’t met before,” he said.

“I’ve been a little busy this year,” you reminded him with a nod. “But--nice to finally meet you.”

Harry nodded, a dimple in his left cheek ignited a tiny spark in your chest, but you pushed Zoey’s words out of your mind. Two weeks, it wasn’t a big deal. He’d be in and out and this would be a blip on the radar.

“We can order coffee or something, but Y/N, I’m assuming you have like, a whole interrogation mapped out?”

You pretended to laugh at Jeff’s joke, turned to Harry and offered a no-nonsense smile. “I have two children, I got divorced earlier this year and my dad just died. So I don’t need any drama or anything. This is temporary and I’m doing this to help out a friend. Jeff, that is, not you.”

He laughed at your clarification and nodded. “Right. This is just me living in your house. No drama. Short-term.”

“And obviously my children will be there, so no guests.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay I’m not that much older than you,” you said it quickly, offered a small smile when he looked a little scared.

“Sorry--no, I didn’t mean that in a rude way.”

“No ma’am,” you added a rule, pulling a laugh from both of them when you lifted another finger in the air to count them off. “No drugs or alcohol, unless it’s like a glass of wine at dinner or something,” you shrugged.

“Look,” Jeff leaned forward. “Y/N’s kids are great, she’s got a great skincare company and she’s a kickass human. And you need a place to stay, so don’t fuck this up.”

“You both have my word. No drugs, no alcohol, no guests, no ma’am,” he smirked in your direction. “I’ve lived alone for a while, so, it’ll be nice to have some roommates.”

You nodded slowly and watched him for a second. A hoodie with the name of the management firm your dad and Irv had started, a backwards baseball hat and simple Ray-Bans. You ignored the fluttering in your veins from just looking at him, your own words echoed against the walls of your skull: he’s also like twenty-something, so that’s disgusting.

This was his brand, you were sure. Something Jeff had worked hard on--the looks, the smile, the exact formula that management firms drooled over was playing out in front of you. You sipped your drink once the waiter delivered three cappuccinos. Two weeks, tops.

Los Angeles afternoons were meant for playing outside, which is what your daughters did best if they weren’t busy pulling each other’s hair. You had dinner on the stove--enough for five--and a knot of nerves in your stomach when the wheels of his fancy car crunched atop the gravel.

The girls ran to greet him and Jeff showed him around the house. Now, Harry sat across from you at the table, Maeve to his left with an unimpressed look on her face when you cleared your throat. “Okay, gratitude time.”

Jeff set his fork back down, a guilty look on his face to admit he’d forgotten about your pre-dinner ritual.

CeCe squirmed in her seat, let out a sigh when Maeve protested with a flutter of her eyelashes. “I don’t have anything to be thankful for,” she informed you.

“That feels a little hard to believe,” you nodded, losing patience for her attitude over the last few days. “CeCe, do you want to go?”

Your younger daughter looked up at you, scrunched her mouth and thought about it. “I don’t have anything either.”

You tried not to groan aloud. After the week you’d had and the sudden changes in your life, disciplining your daughters felt like the last thing you wanted to do, if only they’d just behave.

“I can go,” Harry lifted his hand sheepishly as if he was sitting in a classroom and not in your dining room, a dimple on his cheek when he smiled sheepishly.

“Take it away,” you motioned towards him.

“M’thankful for being here, having a place to stay--and what looks like it will be a delicious meal.” By now he had a bit of smug look on his face, maybe proud of the fact that he’d broken the ice and stepped up to the pre-dinner prompt.

“Mom’s cooking is a solid six out of ten on a good day,” Maeve looked over at him, her fork now in her hand as if she was ready to dig in.

“Okay,” you leaned in and caught her gaze. “Drop the attitude or go to your room.”

“I’m thankful for Emma,” she named her friend, her quick submission after she rolled her eyes told you she just wanted to eat and get this over with. “She warned me today that Hayley was wearing a shirt I wore last week so I think she’s copying me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, you’d accept anything at this point. “CeCe? Last chance.”

“I’m grateful for pudding.”

Harry let out a quiet laugh, you nodded and said: “Great. I’m thankful for you two,” you smiled at them, hopeful that this nightly tradition would hold some type of meaning, more than just eye rolls and pre-pubescent angst from Maeve.

Jeff looked over at the girls, “I’m thankful for my friend Harry getting to meet my other friends, CeCe and Maeve.”

“Aww,” Harry smiled, a hand clutched to his heart when he looked between them.

“Alright,” you were annoyed by how good your daughters were at turning on their charm for anyone but you. Jeff was often the fun uncle, just like your ex had been the fun dad, which left you forcing them to play this gratitude game every night after they finished their homework.

CeCe wasted no time digging into the spaghetti on her plate, leaving Jeff to ask Maeve: “so what are you going to do about Hayley?”

“I don’t know,” Maeve sighed. “She’ll die when she finds out that you’re sleeping over,” she pointed her fork at Harry.

“He’s not sleeping over,” you corrected. “He’s staying in one of the guest rooms, remember?” You’d already explained it a few times to them. A few weeks, he’s working on more music, he’ll be busy, he’s not here to play with you.

“Whatever,” Maeve said. “Maybe I’ll hold it over her.”

“Maeve,” you looked over, unsure what had gotten into her. “I thought we talked about this stuff with Hayley?”

“I know--but she just keeps annoying me,” Maeve explained.

“Dump pasta on her head,” CeCe suggested with a giggle.

“Don’t do that,” you looked at CeCe and poked her in the stomach.

“I personally am a big fan of that idea,” Jeff smiled over at CeCe. “But it’d probably be better to just forget about it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

“Or the sincerest form of annoying,” she retorted.

Harry let out a laugh at that, caught your gaze when you wondered how soon it’d take him to get annoyed with your kids.

They were great--smart, funny, clever, definitely witty and sometimes dramatic. But they were good kids.

You remembered how tough it was to adapt to motherhood, even though they were your own. Something told you that Harry, no matter how short his stay would be, was not in the chapter of his life that entailed finding joy in playdates and pillow fights.

But he made it through dinner, quiet but friendly and as soon as Maeve was finished, she begged him to play squishball outside before sunset.

“Squishball?” his eyebrows dipped together. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s basically just baseball but with a softer bat and a foam ball cause mom doesn’t want us to break our skulls,” Maeve informed.

“I never said break your skulls,” you argued.

“But it’s what you meant,” she shrugged.

“I would love to play,” Harry laughed, unbelievably entertained by the back and forth he’d already witnessed. They yanked him outside and set up their tiny diamond, CeCe pulled on a tutu just for flair and you and Jeff were left to handle the aftermath of a family dinner.

Jeff put the final plate into the dishwasher after a little bit and offered a hesitant smile when he turned around. “So?”

“So what? It’s been like an hour and a half of him being here.”

Their laughter from outside was audible, CeCe shrieked when Maeve made contact with the bat and sent the ball soaring into the air. “The girls clearly love him.”

“Of course they do--they love anyone for the first two hours.”

“I think he’ll be good for you guys.”

You rolled your eyes, wiped the counter with the sponge when he continued.

“And you guys will be good for him.”

This got your attention. “How so?”

“He’s a people-person, never likes being on his own too much. Some structure and responsibility is good for him.”

“So I’m babysitting him?”

“Oh my god,” he laughed. “Relax, will you? This could be a mutually beneficial thing if you let it, that’s all I’m saying.”

You didn’t read too much into it, you figured Jeff was peppering you with reassurance only to calm your nerves or quell your concerns. When he was finished helping you clean, he hugged the girls goodbye and waved over his shoulder, leaving Harry alone in your house with you and your daughters and nothing but good intentions.

You left him downstairs at first, helped CeCe brush her hair and sat on the floor when Maeve picked out her clothes for the next day: hopefully Hayley doesn’t own this dress.

When you headed back downstairs an hour later, the girls were tucked in, the lights were off, and your usual plan would have been to check your work emails if it weren’t for the dimpled guy in your living room.

He stood at the bookcase, hands clasped behind his back when you found him.

“Hi, sorry--bedtime is always a--” you paused, not even knowing the right label. “A shit show. But thanks for playing with them earlier.”

He laughed, turned around and offered a smile. “No worries--they seem like great kids.”

“They are,” you assured. “Maeve’s been a bit snarky lately but I think that’s just the whole beginning of puberty thing.” You cringed a little when the words left your mouth, wondering if it was too much information for someone who likely had cooler things to do than talk about ten-year-olds and training bras.

But he smiled, shoved his hands in his pockets when you said: let me show you around.

He’d arrived at the worst time. Homework, dinner prep, CeCe crying because Maeve finished her homework first. You didn’t have the chance to give him a tour and you figured it would be better coming from you than from Jeff, that way you could remind him of all the rules.

You showed him the ground floor first. The library, the family room, the two offices and the three different remotes that all worked different TVs or speakers or lamps. He marveled at the pictures on the wall in your dad’s old office space, he was a legend, he told you.

He climbed the stairs behind you and whispered in response when you pointed out what was behind each door. Bathroom, Maeve’s room, CeCe’s room, guest room, another bathroom, master suite, guest room, his room.

You pushed the door open and stepped aside to let him in. Gray walls, a wooden four-post king-sized bed. Throw pillows you’d picked out when you moved in a few weeks ago, a dresser to the left. He looked around and nodded. “S’perfect.”

“Good,” you said, walking over to a small linen closet in his attached bath. “Towels are in here, should be soap and stuff in the shower--had our housekeeper stock it.”

“Thanks,” he nodded again.

“I don’t know where you parked, but there’s a garage in the back that my dad used to keep some of his sports cars in--there’s definitely room and that way you don’t have to leave yours out if it rains.”

Were you talking too much? You just wanted him to feel at home or at least welcomed.

“Amazing,” he said. “Thank you.”

A repetitive answer but it didn't stop you from rambling.

“Keurig’s on the counter--creamer in the fridge. Should be plenty of food but obviously feel free to stock what you like. Except like, weed.”

“Weed doesn’t go in the fridge...” he eyed you suspiciously, the same dimple appeared on his cheek and you rolled your eyes.

“I know--I know weed doesn’t go in the fridge.”

“Just the no drug policy,” he nodded.

“Right. Am I forgetting anything?”

He shifted his weight on his feet and shrugged his shoulders, a subtle shake of his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay,” you nodded, one final look around the room to make sure he had what he needed. His duffle bag was already in the corner, you’d told Jeff to put it upstairs and out of the way so CeCe and Maeve didn’t get nosy.

“I just have a question actually, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah?”

“When did you move in here?”

“Uh, beginning of August, so like, almost a month ago.”

He nodded, his eyes curious despite the fact that he didn’t ask more.

“We had to put my dad in hospice, I was looking for a place anyway after,” a quick motion over your shoulder to gesture to the girls. “My divorce, so--a lot of change, but it’s been nice to be home.”

He nodded thoughtfully, the quiet of the bedroom suddenly felt heavy. “S’a beautiful house.”

“Thank you,” you looked around the room again, if only to put your eyes somewhere other than his face. “I felt shitty about redecorating it at first, but--it was a little too much of a 70s bachelor pad.”

“Leave it to Walt,” he joked.

That piqued your interest. “Did you know my dad? Like, did you spend any time with him?”

He pushed his lips out in thought but shook his head when he sat down on the bed. “Not really--met him a few times at events with Jeff, but I never spent any quality time with him.”

You nodded--he was a busy guy, popular and well respected in his industry. “He was a good person, good grandfather, too.”

Harry smiled at that. “Always heard that Irv was the balls but your dad was the heart.”

You laughed, scrunched your nose at the saying you’d heard a hundred times. The two of them were partners in crime, two peas in a pod, yet they couldn’t be more different. He spoke again before you could reply, voice soft in the sleepy house.

“I mean, if you're his daughter he obviously did something right.”

He held your gaze just long enough for you to feel something, something you pushed out of your mind so quickly that your hand was on the door knob before he could even say goodnight.

Two weeks, tops.

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arsenicpanda · 2 years ago

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I wanted to wait until the finale aired to answer this, and also I’m screenshotting so I can avoid the search, and I’m only tagging this with my tumblr savior tags so anon can see this even if they have the jt ship tag blocked. Also, I am a multishipper, I ship bh and jt and bjt and bt, and my desires for canon are based more on what I think works within the story we currently have as well as what treats Tabitha well and avoids racist tropes.

Now then, I do think bhva have a chance of coming back because I don’t think anything is set on this show until the last episode is over, and there are a number of ways this could play out for each pair.

Let’s talk ba first, because how ba goes is tied to va and bh in some capacity

1.) The ba engagement is an indication of endgame and s7 will be Riverdale playing with ba and va, likely with ba as first love but in some way tangled up with va.

2.) The above is true, but the “tangled up with va” leads to an ot3 and not ba alone.

3.) Someone on twitter said that no couple that gets engaged in the penultimate season ends up together, and I think that’s a fair point, although idk if I’ve watched enough live action American tv shows to say one way or the other. In this situation, ba don’t end up together, and however they play with ba and va ends in va, Betty/Veronica, or some other combo of the characters being single and in various relationships (Betty/Reggie, anyone?). In this scenario, I would especially keep an eye on the possibility of Betty/Veronica.

Now let’s talk jt and bh, and keep in mind that Jughead remembers his previous life and Tabitha is somewhere that creates an “echo” of the fact that she wasn’t in the high school seasons

A.) Jughead’s feelings for Tabitha and the vision of their future together are either the primary or two of the primary drives for Jughead to find her and/or a way home to regular Riverdale, and yadda yadda yadda they end up together. This is compatible with scenarios 1, 2, and 3.

B.) The vision of Jughead and Tabitha’s future together is more of a goodbye to the ship in the narrative than something to fight for. The ba/va stuff is happening ala scenario 3, and also Jughead and Betty investigate or whatever and fall in love again. I have no idea what happens to Tabitha or Jughead’s feelings for Tabitha here.

Any combo of 1-3 & A and 3 & B is possible, and I’m not confident enough in my ability to predict Riverdale to say one way or the other. Like, I think the only things I’ve gotten right are “Jughead and Tabitha will definitely date at some point in s5 for an unknown period of time” (made after 5x11 aired), “Jughead and Tabitha will still be romantically tied at the end of s6” (made after 6x12 aired), and “Jughead will get his hearing back before s6 ends” (made after we learned he would have hearing loss). And, like, getting only three predictions right over four and a half seasons, one of which is based only on lack of confidence in the writers more than the actual writing, is a pretty bad track record, and you’ll notice that the two that aren’t based on writer incompetence/fuckery were made halfway through the season. I’ll probably have a more confident answer for you then, but that’s at least like nine or ten months from now, and even then I doubt I’ll be *certain* because certainty and I don’t often exist in the same space.

I will say, though, that I’m not quite sure how people experiencing being teenagers again but with possibly tweaked backstories and having relationships there will affect their decisions as adults with their original backstories–because I assume we’re going back to the real world in the end, although I could be wrong there because of my less-than-stellar track record. I’m rooting for a change in the ba/va situation though, except for the ot3 option, I can’t handle that in a ship that has such harem anime vibes, like I can’t do it, I’m not strong enough, it repels me.

Anyway, I think scenario B is less likely than A, just because Jughead *does* remember his relationship with Tabitha and the future he saw, and it would be weird and kind of dickish for him to just give up on her and it and move on to his ex who currently thinks she’s a teenager, especially if it’s while he’s fighting to get back to regular Riverdale. Bh would have a *much* better chance if Jughead didn’t have his memory either. But Betty does have that James Dean poster, who is more visually similar to Jughead than Archie, and they do have *so much* history, so I’m not going to count them out.

But also I don’t see a way to have Jughead move on from his feelings for Tabitha and instead fall for a version of Betty without making him look like an asshole, unless he’s given up on both finding her in this time *and* getting home to her after like at least a year of trying, which, if you’re gonna do that, why have him remember in the first place? And also, Betty thinks she’s a teen and is presumably different from real life Betty, both adult and teen, while Jughead is the same and thinks he’s an adult, and I just think that romance would be weird; like, it wouldn’t be inappropriate or gross, I’m not saying that, but I do think it would be, like, a weird thing for Jughead to do. Anyway, I especially don’t see a good way of doing this without it being deeply unfair to Tabitha outside of killing her, and RAS has indicated that she will still be in the show, so that’s off the table. In my opinion, it’s important to ensure that Tabitha is treated fairly, just as it’s important to make sure that Veronica is treated fairly and not just given the bullshit racist “yeah, she wants love, but she should just be a #girlboss who doesn’t need a man!” ending and just as it’s important for Betty to not succumb to suburbia and/or even slightly turn into either of her parents (unless we’re going for a Bad End, but that would be extremely depressing). But, like, right now they’re doing the opposite of both of the latter, so who knows about the former.

If I *have* to make a guess based on the information we have now, I’ll guess Cheryl/Toni, Kevin/Moose, and to a lesser extent Jughead/Tabitha endgame, but I am still unable to guess what would happen with ba/va, but I do assume that there will be at least bait/crumbs for bh in a few episodes. But the only one I’m 99.999% certain of is Cheryl/Toni because of the whole fated soulmates across time thing, although I’m at like 70% on Kevin/Moose just because RAS seems to truly love that one and has loved it since day 1. Jughead/Tabitha is at, like, 35-45% confidence tops

Now I’m gonna throw this over to @elegant-force for her thoughts, printed here because it’s easiest, because she’s less biased than I am:

So, frankly, I’m not super confident in my predictions here. Just going to start off with that. I used to think I understood the general character of the writers’ room for Riverdale, but that hasn’t been true since about Season 4. I don’t have much insight into how their decision-making process works at this point or what values/ideals/principles they have as guiding lights for the show/narratives/characterizations.

I used to think that the show was purposefully really thoughtful about picking relationships and committing to them so that it could save time for the plot and for other characterization arcs, rather than wasting time on predictable garbage you could find on any tired daytime soap opera. But that’s definitely not what we’re doing at this stage.

Frankly, my opinion is that the writers saw that fans were invested in the ships, and decided that because of this, messing with them would be an easier way to keep fans “on the hook” than writing a story that people actually could engage with. Instead of caring about the crafting of good relationships or interesting narratives, they seem to have become about “The bas vs. The bhs” or “The vas vs. the bas” or the “How are the Cheryl/Tonis going to feel about X?”

And I think it’s all incredibly manipulative and, frankly, outrageously sexist. I’ve never seen a show or other work of media purposefully play with and manipulate (both in the narrative and on social media) something that fans were so invested in regarding a work that was targeted primarily at men. I’ve never seen Marvel be like “Maybe next time we’ll decide that Captain America has laser vision and Iron Man is a sorcerer… not like just for a fun lark, but like for real, this is who they are now in the comics, forget all of the time you spent learning about and talking about their powers with other nerds” because if they did that sort of shit, people would be really mad at them and feel like their narrative expectations were betrayed. And it just feels disrespectful to fans to do that sort of thing. But for some reason, when it’s women and the things that they are invested in are relationships you’ve put work into over the course of the show, blowing them up with little to no explanation and using them to manipulate viewership is just normal.

And I’m sort of annoyed that everyone is buying into it to this degree. It frankly seems like every fucking comment from the writers about a ship is meant to be a tease to keep us on the hook and it’s fucking rude. It’s been a huge turn-off for me in terms of investment because the manipulation is so obvious and sloppy.

But you asked for my predictions and here they are.

I’ve listed some of the current couples that were asked about as well as some other options I think are likely:

1.) Betty/Archie

So, I have to wonder why, if we wanted to do this as endgame, we were going to have another season of messing around with the triangle stuff. We got here, they were going to get married, then we all got hit with the Retcomet. Essentially, our relationships were retconned, so either this is about us fighting our way back to our “perfect endings” or we’re going to redo some stuff.

I don’t think that Betty had a perfect ending to fight her way back to. I think the only person in that category is Jughead (and notably, he remembers his old future). She basically had decided that the job she’d wanted her entire life wasn’t worth it and that she just wanted to be a wife or whatever after graduating top of her class at Yale. It doesn’t make a ton of sense to me that she’d throw everything she’d worked for her entire life in the garbage and that the audience was supposed to think that was good.

I also think that Polly having to wash her “sins” off of her rather than her accepting herself and being loved for who she is darkness included was so fucking gross. Like Betty needed to accept herself and also feel as if Archie accepted her without her former cultist sister doing some weird fake religious bullshit on her to trick her into doing it (this is so what happened, just because Polly was dead for a little bit doesn’t mean she can purify people, she was pulling old cultist tricks out of her pocket and we all know it). Betty only saw herself as a threat because she thought she was one. Polly tricked her out of it. Simple as that.

I honestly think we may come to find out that the reason Jughead remembers and the others don’t is that on some level, the others wanted to forget because they were unhappy with where they were. If Cheryl using the combined powers of all of the others really did, as Jughead implies, send them back due to some sort of manifestation of their wills, then it makes sense to me that part of what Veronica may have absorbed was their collective discontent with their situations and this reset is all of them trying to go back and change the things they did wrong. Especially if this is the case, I don’t see a lot of hope for Betty/Archie endgame. Even if that’s not the reason Jughead remembers when no one else does (if it’s just his writer powers or whatever), I still think resetting and then doing the thing we’re doing now with them doesn’t make a lot of sense. I think it’s possible that we go back and forth and eventually land on this if the bas scream loud enough online, though. I do think online screaming is the main thing determining what the show does.

Probability: 10-20%

2.) Betty/Veronica

This is what I think is the best narrative option if we want to really wipe the slate clean with whatever is happening in S7 1955 land. I think that if the show really doesn’t want to play the traditional Betty/Archie/Veronica love triangle, they can lean into Betty and Veronica’s relationship and build that up. We’ve already introduced the concept of Betty being bisexual with her relationship with Agent Drake and we also had Cheryl and Veronica’s super hot (and very long) kiss at the end of S6. So, I think if we really wanted to go this way, we could.

I think it’s a great answer to them both wanting to be in a relationship with someone they love and care about and know. And I also think, at this point, Archie is irredeemably awful. He asked his ex that he broke up with less than a year ago to help him pick a ring for his new girlfriend. He sucks. He just fucking sucks. It’s gross beyond my ability to describe.

But on that point, Veronica has shown true and unconditional love for Betty. She’s never held the cheating against Betty. When Archie asked her for a ring, she already had one that she thought would be perfect for Betty. She has been there for Betty whenever Betty has needed her. And while, prior to S6, Betty hadn’t always reciprocated, I think that her coming up with the idea for Veronica to kiss Archie and letting her do that was proof that Betty is also willing to take risks and make sacrifices for Veronica as well. I don’t think it was easy for her to do that, because she’s always been insecure about Archie and Veronica, but she did it because she loves Veronica enough to overcome those insecurities. I can’t say that about her feelings for Archie, or maybe even the feelings she had for Jughead. I think that Veronica has done more to help Betty deal with and overcome her insecurities than anyone else in the show. I wish that we could see Betty support and help Veronica more, and I really hope that regardless of what the show decides to do, we do more of that in the final season.

Probability: 10-20%

I don’t think that we’re going to do this, just because the show really seems to think that Archie is a good person who deserves love. I disagree with this, but I’m not in the writers’ room. I think he should end up single and alone due to his inability to treat women with any sort of respect. But that’s just me. I think that if the show still cares about crafting a good narrative or things having any sort of thematic resonance or meaning, this is what they’ll do. But I just don’t think it’s likely.

3.) Betty/Archie/Veronica

I like this option way less, but I think it’s fairly likely. It’s another reason we could have set up Betty and Veronica being bi, and I think it’s what the show would like to do. And the reason I think it’s what the show would like to do is that the writers, like Archie, can’t choose between Betty/Archie and Veronica/Archie. And I think the writers can’t choose because they have gotten so into playing with the shippers that they can no longer think of a way to make a satisfying ending where Archie ends up with one of these women.

So, what’s the best solution? To not have to choose, of course. And then they get “points” for being “daring” and “innovative” to have a thruple as the main relationship in their show. They’ll think it will make the fewest people upset and that it will get them a lot of social media attention. And I think that’s honestly all they want: attention that isn’t mostly negative. Maybe that’s deeply cynical of me, but it’s the main common factor I’ve seen in their decision making at this point.

I do think this could be done well, but I don’t think they will do it that way. I think it really only works if the triangle changes to be a full love triangle (ie: with each person being attracted to both other people in the triangle) and if the thruple puts Veronica mostly in the center. I think we still have to spend most of the season focused on the relationship between Betty and Veronica. I think we also have to embrace the part of Betty that seems to really not want a traditional family or maternal role, but maybe just wants to live with people she is comfortable with and attracted to that she can have sex with. I think that if the end dynamic has househusband/primary caregiver Archie taking care of kids that he and Veronica had together and Betty is part of it but doesn’t have to engage with the domestic things she dislikes, that’s fine.

What isn’t okay is for this to become an Archie-centric triangle that functions as a mini-harem for him. It can’t just be Archie now sleeps with two women and sometimes watches them have sex because he’s just such a great guy he deserved this because for a white guy not choosing means eventually getting everything you want. That’s fucking gross, but I’m afraid they’ll be careless about it and that’s what will happen.

Probability: 30-40%

4.) Veronica/Archie

I think this is slightly more likely than Betty/Archie if Jughead has kept his memories because he’s the only one who doesn’t have regrets. I think it’s possible that Archie still wants to be with Veronica and we know Veronica still wants to be with Archie. She’s only not going for it because she loves Betty more than she wants to be with Archie. I think that in a reset where it’s clear Betty has another path to happiness, Veronica/Archie has a chance.

Probability: 30-40%

5.) Betty/Jughead

Honestly, I think this really hinges on why Jughead kept his memories. If it’s because he doesn’t have regrets and wants to get back to the future he saw with Tabitha, then there’s no way that bh is going to happen. I think, at best, what bh gets in this setting is a chance to end cleanly and in a way that both of them move on from that’s healthy. And, frankly, I think there could be a lot of good in that. I think the writers could give this ship the respect it deserves and acknowledge what it meant to both Betty and Jughead, without them having to get back together. I think we could have them date briefly or just spend time together as friends and acknowledge what could have been in a way that isn’t just shitting all over this pairing and/or teasing it with no real hope of follow-through just to keep the shippers on the hook. And I think that would be really nice.

I think that if Jughead kept his memories as a fluke/due to his writer powers, then I guess we could go back to bh. I think you really have to come up with a good reason that we’re not going to have him try to get back to Tabitha though. Also, I think that the writers know if they throw his relationship with Tabitha in the garbage at this point, it’s just super fucking racist. And they don’t want people to accuse them of being racist on the internet (especially when the accusations are credible), so they probably won’t do it.

Probability: 10-20%

(If Jughead didn’t have his memories, I would have put the odds of this ship at 60-80%, frankly. If he didn’t remember Tabitha, I would have seen the time-compressed date as a good final send-off for Jughead/Tabitha, proof that they could have had a beautiful life together but we weren’t able to do that because of the comet coming and tearing us apart and destroying all of the memories that we built together. It would have been sort of rude to Tabitha, but I would have definitely accepted it as a perfectly good ending for the ship and felt like it was done justice. But I just can’t see a good reason for Jughead to keep his memories if the point isn’t for him to try to get back to Tabitha somehow.)

6.) Jughead/Tabitha

We really invested in them over the last few seasons. I think that if we wanted to break them up, we would have just had Jughead lose his memories as well. There’s no real reason for him to have kept them, certainly no reason he had to that I can see from a writing perspective, unless it was to preserve his relationship with Tabitha (because that didn’t exist in high school).

I do think it’s really hard for them not to follow through on Jughead/Tabitha without looking really racist, frankly. And I think the writers care about that. And I think they should. I also think them backing out at this point is straight up bad writing, even if it’s to go back to bh. I think the window on going back to bh closed a while ago, and now we’re just shipbaiting the fans. I think jt has a good chance to be endgame, though I don’t know how much of it we’ll be seeing during this season, because I don’t know what Tabitha’s exact situation is.

Probability: 50-70%

7.) Moose/Kevin

I really used to hate this ship. A lot. I was really sad when Joaquin died because I knew in my heart it meant that RAS was never going to let go of Moose/Kevin. I never really trusted Kevin/Fangs because every time RAS has had the opportunity to go back to Moose/Kevin, he has done so as quickly as he fucking can. He’s really invested in this, so I just think we’re going to get it as long as Moose’s actor is willing to be here.

Though, honestly, I’ve come to like this ship a lot more in the last season. Every other ship is so garbage (except jt, which is cute) that they’re actually fine and even endearing now. Moose is also less toxic, which is good, and he’s really supportive of Kevin. And heaven knows that boy needs all the support he can get.

Probability: 70-90%

8.) Cheryl/Toni Dude. Cheryl’s best childhood lesbian friend broke up with Cheryl because she saw their love written in the stars. There’s not much more of a guarantee than that.

Also their fans have been as loud as possible about the fact that their ship has been done so dirty in so many ways, and frankly, they were right to say it. The writers seem to know they done fucked up in splitting these two up for so long. Really looking forward to seeing them as 50s lesbians.

Probability: 99% (because there’s no such thing as certainty with these motherfuckers)

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Drive Me Insane

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer Reid is always getting on your nerves. Tensions rise and one day, he pulls you into the file room and snaps… just not in the way you think….

A/N: Early-Season-Twelve!Spencer. this is full-on HATE SEX fulfilling this request by @safertokiss and this request by @mggswhore. It’s rough and v sexy and angsty. Gif is mine! Enjoy! <3

tags: smut, penetrative sex, hate sex, enemies to lovers, angry sex.

RATING: EXPLICIT

Words: 4,363

MASTERLIST

You fucking hated him! You HATED him!

“REID!” storming out of the elevator, you headed straight for the desk of the asshole who had pulled the worst prank ever. “What the fuck is this?!” you screamed, slamming your coffee cup down on his desk, the beverage slightly spilling onto his work papers.

“Hey!”

“Don’t you fucking ‘hey’ me!” you were trembling with anger, bouncing on the balls of your feet and trying to ignore the people staring around you. “Explain yourself!”

The little cockfuck put on the most innocent expression you’d ever seen him manage.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, more to the onlookers than you. “Is there a problem?”

“Did you put him up to this? Did you tell him to write that?”

“Write what?”

Huh. He actually looked genuinely confused. But you weren’t buying it. You knew how evil he could be, always teasing you, correcting you, moving your stuff around, pulling pranks. If it weren’t for his stupid, pouty face, you’d slap the look right off of it. Oh, and you were coworkers but that was honestly more of an afterthought.

When it came to Spencer Reid, there was nothing that could stop you from exacting your revenge. Except maybe Unit Chief Emily Prentiss. Who, conveniently, hadn’t arrived yet.

“Don’t bullshit me, Reid! You fucking told the barista downstairs to give me some phony number! What’s the joke? I call it and it’s a phone sex line? A suicide hotline? What?!”

But Spencer simply stared at the cup, mouth dropped open and staring at the ten neatly written digits gracing the side of your coffee cup, a little heart to the side of them.

Clearing his throat, he finally spoke, “I didn’t… I didn’t do this, Y/N.”

A refute to that was on the tip of your tongue but he suddenly looked at you and you noticed a slight tint to his cheeks that for some reason, had you believing him.

“Wait…. You mean…?”

“Yep.” He stood suddenly, chair flying out from behind him with the force with which he stood. “Looks like you’ve got an admirer. Excuse me,” he grunted, storming off down the hall, leaving you thoroughly perplexed.

“What…. What just happened?”

Tara approached you, placing a light hand on your shoulder.

“You got a dude’s number and thought it was a prank by Reid. Happens to the best of us.”

Well, yeah, that was rather obvious. You were more referring to the fact that he had stormed off once he came to the same realization.

But, as always, before you could think for too long, Garcia sent out a mass text alerting you to a new case. Your contemplation would have to wait for another time.

“Maybe he just didn’t want anyone to see him?”

The team was gathered around a roundtable in the dingy police office of Wamego, Kansas, discussing why the unsub was dumping the bodies so far on the outskirts of town.

“No, that doesn’t make sense,” Reid blurted, gesturing toward a map of the area. “There are more than enough areas to hide a body within the town’s limits. Plus, he dumped in the middle of the day so being seen isn’t his issue, he can hide easily in plain sight. The edge of town somehow connects to his comfort zo…. What?”

He trailed off once he noticed the grumpy look on your face. It wasn’t like you could help it! He was always refuting every little thing you said and constantly interrupting everyone.

“Well, Reid, if he’s so interested in the edge of town, why are all his victims abducted from the town square?”

Spencer stepped closer to you, eyes narrowing and lips turning downward.

“Maybe, Y/N,” he bit back, “he’s not picking these women at random, but targeting those he sees that look so obviously vulnerable. His end goal is to dominate them.”

“Seriously? Alexa Wells was a blue belt in karate and Tala Williams took a regular self-defense class. There was nothing vulnerable about these women at all!”

“If you weren’t so busy fretting over their physical capabilities maybe you would have noticed, they both possess a petite stature, making them more susceptible to attack.”

He was towering over you and staring at you with anger in his eyes. You, too, were having to fight back the urge to scream at him.

“So, what, you’re saying everyone with a small stature is asking to be dominated!”

“Nope, just you.”

He looked more shocked at his words than you did, taking a step back and glancing around the room for a moment before referring back to the map.

“I’m-I’m saying that the-the victims were all-all small—of-of small stature and that’s a-that’s a connection. Excuse me.”

And he bustled out of the room, leaving behind an audience of your coworkers whose gaze fell on you. Uncomfortable with the weight of their eyes on you, you excused yourself as politely as you could despite the anger and confusion rising in your throat. You didn’t return until you managed to compose yourself, and by then, the team had a new lead and Reid’s outburst was forgotten.

But not by you.

If the word ‘hate’ was a face, to you, it’d be Reid’s. To be fair, his face did possess a very… slappable quality. But, of course, you’d never act on that impulse. He never could quite push you to that edge. But, oh god, he got close sometimes.

Jesus. It was nearly 6:00 AM and you’d gotten a text about fifteen minutes ago from Garcia, summoning you in. Now, sitting in the briefing room, your thoughts had begun to wander into very vulnerable territory.

“Y/N?”

His voice grated your ears like sandpaper, the perfect tool to snap you out of your reverie. Why the hell did he have to arrive so goddamn early?

“Yes, Reid?” you replied, putting on the most bored voice you could manage, not even bothering to spare him a glance as he sat down in the seat immediately next to you, shrugging off his shoulder bag.

“Why are you here so early?”

You looked at him, startled by the question. Who the hell was he to ask you that? He came in early all the time and you never bothered him about it.

“None of your business,” you snorted, glancing down at your phone, trying to get back to reading your article. But with Reid in the room, it was hopeless.

“Jeez. Okay. I was just asking a question. You know, when someone is so defensive it actually has a lot to do with their social life. Usually, they aren’t getting enough mental stimulation outside of work and in rare cases, it attributes directly to whether or not they’ve been receiving enough pleasurable intercourse.”

He nodded curtly as he finished, his own gaze dropping to a regular manilla folder, not even taking in your expression of pure shock. He must’ve found your silence startling enough because soon after, he looked up at you, crooking an eyebrow.

“What?” Quickly, his expression shifted to a mix of understanding and his cheeks went red so quickly. “Oh! I wasn’t saying that-that-that you weren’t… that you aren’t… I mean, not that you are… I just mean that….”

“What, you’re saying I’m not getting fucked properly?”

His mouth dropped open just as Rossi and Alvez entered, conversing loudly enough to miss your snarky comment. Clearly, though, they could detect the charged atmosphere in the room.

“Are we interrupting?” Rossi, the bastard, asked coolly, taking a seat as Luke did the same.

“Nope,” you smirked as more of the team entered. “Not at all.”

Although there was a pressing case to focus on, you couldn’t help but glance at Reid a little more often than usual.

“Alvez, Lewis, you two talk to the parents. Reid, Y/L/N, go to the BDSM shop and see what they can tell us about the whip.”

The urge to roll your eyes and groan was almost too great. Being in a car with Reid for too long gave you hives and as you typed the address into your phone, you glared at your phone for displaying the time to get there as a whole half hour. In a car. Alone. With Reid.

Strangely enough, it had been about a week or so since he’d made any snarky comments to you, seemingly preferring to keep his distance. You wondered what being stuck in a car together would be like. Hopefully quiet. Silent, ideally.

You really shouldn’t have raised your expectations.

“So, the whip is actually a pretty common item so if he paid with cash, it’s likely there won’t be much of a trail. If you wanna wait in the car, I understand, I can just run in and get the info.”

Huh?

“Why would I wait in the car?” That might’ve been the first genuine question you’d ever asked him excluding when you’d first met and asked his name. Since then, it had been a whirlwind of sarcasm and rhetoric.

“Y/N, it’s a sex shop,” he said, a slight glance over to you as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel slightly.

“And?”

“Well… I mean, you don’t wanna go in there.”

“Says who? Reid, it’s part of the job. I’m not scared of sex like you are.”

That got him stuttering, huffing and puffing, and trying to backtrack so fast he might as well have thrown the car in reverse. But you had arrived before you knew it, settling into an empty spot right in front of the store.

“I-I’m not s-scared of… of… I’m not scared of that!”

Unbuckling your seatbelt, a surge of confidence rushed through you as you exited the car, quickly quipping, “Oh, I can tell judging by how easy it is for you to talk about. It’s okay, Reid. Not everyone can handle dominating someone. Certainly not someone as submissive as yourself.”

As you entered the shop, you could feel his tension next to you the whole time you questioned the woman at the front desk. But there was something… off about it. It was like he wasn’t nervous being in the shop, he had no issue making eye-contact with the witness, speaking calmly and coolly, and not avoiding looking at the various sex toys scattered about. No, he was nervous about something else. Something you had said?

But it wasn’t like you didn’t tease him ruthlessly and regularly anyway. Had you struck a nerve? What was different?

Maybe he just didn’t like talking about sex stuff with you. It made sense, he hated your guts. Still…. There was something.

Something that didn’t get brought back up again until a week later, when the two of you were sitting at your desks during a lunch break with everyone gathered around, conversing quietly. Then Alvez had to go and stir the pot like the little pot-stirrer he was.

“Well, I’d have killed to see how Reid acts in a sex shop. Hey, Y/L/N, please tell me there were lots of dildos,” he joked, earning a laugh from the majority and a groan from Reid.

“Actually, he was much less freaked out than I expected. I assume it’s because he didn’t know what half the stuff in there was.”

Sparing a glance at Reid, you were startled to find he wasn’t looking away in embarrassment, but staring straight at you, glaring daggers.

The laughter bubbling up inside your throat at the teasing immediately subsided, replaced with a sudden rush of… fear? No, that can’t be right. You weren’t scared of Spencer Reid. The guy was harmless. Right?

“Can I talk to you privately, Y/N?” he hadn’t said it like a question you could say no to, rising from his seat and storming off to the file room.

Resistance was futile, and in this case, unnecessary, because whatever Reid had to say to you in that room, you could easily turn against him. Ricocheting his remarks came so naturally sometimes you didn’t even notice you were doing it.

You entered the filing room, fully expecting to see Reid shuffling papers and mumbling, working up the courage to yell at you.

Which is why you didn’t expect to be shoved up against the door as it slammed shut behind you, Reid pinning his hands on either side of your head, holding your faces inches apart. Your breath left and so did the words you’d been rehearsing on the short walk to the small room. You felt your mouth drop open and your gaze unintentionally fell to his lips. It took you a minute to realize he’d been talking. Desperately trying to play back what he’d said, you felt your earlier anger rise back up in your throat.

“What’s your problem with me? Huh?” he was unrelentingly forcing you to meet his eyes. “Why are you always coming after me for the stuff I say? Jesus, you’d think you’d show me a little compassion sometimes, but nooooo. Little miss princess just gets off so good making the team punching bag feel like a piece of shit.”

At his words, you finally found your voice.

“Me? You’re always the one fucking correcting me and bossing me around! You pick fights with me all the goddamn time!”

“Name one time.”

“Hmm, let me see, the time you told Garcia you needed her to hack my phone for a case! The time you fucking told me I was asking to be dominated. Just last week you assumed I didn’t wanna go into a sex shop because, what, I’m too innocent? Or maybe you just want to think of me that way and you hate that it’s not true. Hey, how about the time you pulled me into the file room and pinned me up against the door like a goddamn butterfly?”

You were getting to him, you could tell. His face had slackened but his gaze was much stronger, scrutinizing all of your features carefully.

“You know what else? You’re the only one on the team that calls me by my first name. And I have no idea why! Is it just to bother me or do you actually just not care about giving me any indicators that you respect me? I’ve been a profiler for ten years now and I still can’t read you for shit! You’re so fucking hot and cold you give me freezer burn! Christ, Reid. Sometimes I can’t tell whether you wanna fight me or fuck me!”

Three seconds. That was the time it took you to register that his lips were suddenly on yours, biting and nipping, tongue fighting to get into your mouth.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the FUCK!

Okay, listen… Normally, if someone you hated with all your heart pressed you up against a door and started to make out with you with the force of a thousand suns, you’d do what any sane person would do; shove them off of you and kick them in the junk.

But Spencer Reid drove you fucking insane.

So, when you suddenly found your hands grabbing his face and pulling him in closer to you, opening your mouth enough to let him devour you whole, it wasn’t all that much of a rational decision. In fact, a whole series of irrational decisions happened in quick succession.

He was pressing you against the door so harshly, it felt safe to let your feet leave the ground, legs coiling around his hips and gasping into his mouth as you felt his length brush your inner thigh. Fuck, he was hard. Oh god. The pressure must have caused your mind to really comprehend what in the fuck was happening here.

Spencer Reid was kissing you up against a wall at work. But that wasn’t even the weird part. The weird part was... you actually liked it.

So, pushing down the thoughts of what a terrible idea this was, your hands gripped the lapel of his suit jacket, frantically pushing it off of his shoulders. As it hit the floor, he groaned, seemingly realizing where you wanted things to go.

He pulled back, tearing open the buttons of your blouse, words falling from his beautifully swollen lips.

“You’re such a goddamn tease. All the time. Wearing these tight little tops and expecting me to not rip it off of you?” he tsked, pulling open the top to reveal your bra, stopping in his tracks at the sight.

He was taking too long. Too fucking long.

Your hands reached for his belt, hurriedly sliding the leather from the strap, snapping it off of his pants and pushing them down.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want this to happen,” you snarked as he picked you up and plopped you down on the small metal table in the center of the room, brushing aside all the papers atop it. Your back hitting the cool metal made you hiss but you went on, “I bet you brought me in here because you knew if we were alone together for more than five seconds, you’d snap. You wanted to fuck me, Reid.”

You were trying to sound like you still had some wits about you, but the truth was, they’d all flown out the window the moment his lips met yours. Those fucking lips.

He didn’t bother denying your claims, opting to roughly pull down your skirt and underwear, one strong hand tightly holding your bare thigh the whole time. Those fucking hands.

“Maybe,” when he spoke again, his voice had dropped two octaves, a register you’d never heard before that sent a flicker of pure delight through your veins, “you’re projecting, Y/N. I think you’ve wanted me to hold you down and fuck you this whole time. You’ve wanted me to shut that pretty little princess mouth up in any and every way possible so you rattle off teases and insults to make up for the fact that you’re just a little whore who is begging to be fucked.”

You heard your moan echo around the room before you even noticed you’d opened your mouth. Quickly, but not quickly enough, his huge hand snapped over your lips, stopping any further sounds from escaping. His other hand dug into his pants pocket and you could hear the crinkle of tin as he rolled on a condom.

All you heard before the world disappeared was, “Shut the fuck up,” as he slid into you in one perfect thrust, his left hand roughly digging into your hip as he grunted with the effort of holding back. But that wasn’t what you wanted. That wasn’t the point of this. And you told him just that.

“Reid,” you groaned through his hand and he relinquished his hold, “fucking fuck me!”

Apparently, you didn’t need to tell him twice.

He didn’t even bother trying to ease you into it, roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you against him with each sharp thrust. It took all you had to keep from screaming as a wonderful mix of pain and pleasure pushed you closer to the edge. Jesus, you were close to coming already after barely a minute.

It was like you said, Spencer Reid drove you fucking insane.

Still, you weren’t quite ready to submit to him completely. There was still quite a bit of fight left in you.

“I bet you’re loving this. Thinking you’re finally in charge of me. I got news for you, Reid,” grabbing his shoulders, you pulled him down so you could whisper in his ear, relishing in the hiss he emitted at the change in angle. “I’m more than you can handle.”

Saying he went wild would be an understatement. He somehow managed to lift you all the way up off of the table, spin you around, and reenter you sharply within the span of two seconds. This time, you couldn’t stop the pathetic mewl that left your throat at the feeling of him inside of you.

Actually, what probably got you was the horrible, dirty things he was whispering in your ear unrelentingly as he pounded into you, one hand on your hip and the other yanking your hair back roughly.

“You think I don’t know how to handle a spoiled little princess? Tell me, who’s the one moaning and writhing underneath me? Huh? Oh, can you not answer because I’ve got my cock buried in you?” He slipped the hand that was in your hair down to your cheeks, squeezing and forcing them into a pucker. “Answer me.”

You could feel how close you were but his thrusts were so slow and patient now. He wasn’t nearly as close as you were. If you were doing this, you were making him come first. You needed to keep some power. You did decide to relinquish a bit of control to him.

“P-Please, Reid….” you whispered, smiling to yourself as he responded exactly as you’d expected.

“Please, what?”

He was moving so slowly now, barely giving you any relief, slowly pushing in the tip only to pull out hastily, leaving you grinding back on his for more.

“Please… please tell me you don’t actually believe that,” you snarked, pleased with the way he suddenly froze, seemingly not expecting to hear that from you.

Your shock, however, didn’t last long. Because after a very pregnant pause, you heard the rush of air come from behind you. Because you felt a sharp, sudden, stinging pain on your left asscheek. Because Spencer Reid had just fucking spanked you.

“Ahh!” you yelped as the heat flared up your body as he sped up his thrusts, entering you deeper and deeper each time.

“I think someone needs to teach you a lesson about what happens when you mouth off to the wrong person. This,” he added with a particularly sharp thrust, “is your punishment, princess. You actually thought I couldn’t handle dominating a little brat like you? You’re the one begging to be filled up like a little whore.”

“Reid,” you let the name slip, feeling yourself slowly giving in more and more the further he pushed you.

“Say my fucking name, princess.”

“Ah! Spe– fuck! Reid!” you keened, happily letting your body give in to the feeling of being totally and utterly used by him, barely noticing almost calling him his first name.

“Tell me, princess, do you even know how tight your little cunt is bouncing back on my cock? I bet I feel so big inside you. I guess you finally got what you needed: to be fucked properly. You’re lucky that I’m the one to do it. I know just how to handle you.”

You groaned as he snaked a hand around you to circle your clit relentlessly, barely managing enough energy to squeak, “I hate you.”

There was anger behind the words, but not honesty. And Spencer knew. It was clear as he leaned in to whisper in your ear a final time, he also knew exactly how to push you over the edge.

“Prove it.”

And in an instant, your climax hit you, washing over you like a waterfall, feeling your walls clench and tighten around Reid’s cock. Drowning in the pleasure of your orgasm, you didn’t even notice the way he grunted as he spilled himself inside of you.

You definitely didn’t notice the way he planted soft kisses to your shoulder blades as he pulled out, whispering small strings of praise. Or the way he stroked your thigh as he carefully pulled your underwear back up. You definitely didn’t notice that.

You hadn’t quite regained your energy, but you knew you had to stand up. Every muscle in your body, however, begged you to collapse to the floor. Luckily, Spencer caught you, prompting you to look up at him, trying not to show the hope that was so obviously shimmering in your eyes.

Strangely, he seemed to be looking at you in a similar sense. Not exactly hopeful but… worried?

“You okay?”

You nodded weakly, breaking the eye-contact and pulling away from him, scurrying to put your clothes back on.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.”

You knew you sounded curt but you just couldn’t bring yourself to express emotion right now. It was stupid, you knew, but in the heat of the moment, you had felt… connected to him. In a purely animalistic way, surely. In a ‘fuck me so hard you impregnate me’ way.

Pushing the fact that that thought got you a little excited to the back of your mind, you turned back to Reid who had also fully redressed. He was shifting on his feet, avoiding looking at you fully.

“Well, now we know what to do next time we butt heads,” you joked, smiling softly to diffuse the tension.

He laughed but you could tell it was superficial. There was something the two of you weren’t saying and you were both waiting for the other to say first.

“We should probably get back out there, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, coughing and doing a ‘ladies first’ motion towards the door.

“Thanks,” you muttered, opening the door slightly, then glancing back at Reid, seeing him looking at you with the words neither of you would say.

“Hey, Spencer?”

He tried not to let his shock show but he did a horrible job. You couldn’t blame him though, it was the first time you’d ever called him by his first name.

“Y-yeah?”

“I… I don’t hate you.”

It wasn’t much, but he smiled liked it was everything. Maybe, in your own special way, it was.

“I don’t hate you, too.”

Giving him a little nod of your head, there was no way you could suppress the joyous smile that lit up your face as you exited the file room. Your coworkers would surely be suspicious, but you didn’t want to think about that right now. Spencer was the only thing on your mind the whole rest of the day and you were sure he’d stay there well into the week.

After all, Spencer Reid drove you fucking insane. Now, you knew, in more ways than one.

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little-mad · 3 years ago

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Downsides of Thievery Pt. 13 (Final)

~ Previous Part ~

Gavin couldn’t stop himself from turning over his shoulder to look at Rael, who apparently had information about his theft from the alteon diplomat. Immediately, Gavin was suspicious. What information could Rael possibly have about something he hadn’t witnessed? Anything he knew that the Emperor wouldn’t already, would have to have come from Gavin himself… “Oh shit, he’s not really talking about that is he?”

What did Rael hope to gain in telling the Emperor that Gavin had been commissioned to steal from the diplomat? Was he just doing his duty as a soldier by divulging everything he knew? Or was there something more to it? When Gavin had first told Rael that he had been hired to steal the ring, he’d seemed surprised, but hadn’t expressed any desire to confess the truth. Then again, Gavin had already proven unable to read Rael.

“Very well, go ahead,” the Emperor prompted, hands folded on the table as he looked at Rael with interest.

Gavin stared back at his former captor, unable to take his eyes off the giant man. “While Gavin Stone chose not to disclose this to the public, in our time together he did reveal to me that he was in fact hired by a third party to burgle Lady Elyth,” Rael explained smoothly. “So while Gavin Stone did perform the actual deed, the idea was not his own.” His voice had the same formal, all business tone it’d had when Gavin first met him, and yet this time there was a vague hint of...was it desperation? No, it couldn’t be. Gavin had to be just imagining things at this point.

The Emperor gave an interested hum. “Intriguing,” he remarked before turning to look at Gavin. “Is this true?” he inquired.

While Gavin hadn’t been planning on explaining the full circumstances of the robbery to the Emperor, he wasn’t about to deny it now that Rael had done so. Lying at this point would only make him look more suspicious than he already did. “Yes, sir,” Gavin replied, hoping the honorific wasn’t an improper term to use with the Emperor.

The giant sovereign gave a nod of understanding. He took a long, thoughtful pause as he considered the new information before focusing back on Gavin. “Is there a reason you didn’t report this?” he asked, a serious look in those yellow eyes of his.

God, it was intimidating enough being stared at by a giant, but being stared at by a giant who ruled over an entire dimension of giants was just something else entirely. And Gavin had thought meeting Orlando Bloom at a music festival when he was seventeen had been daunting. Gavin swallowed. “Keep it together,” he ordered himself. If he wanted the Emperor to treat him like a person, it was possible he would need to earn his respect first.

“Sir, whether I was hired or not doesn’t change the fact that I committed the crime,” Gavin started. “And since I don’t know the real name of the man who hired me, I didn’t see a point in reporting it to authorities.” There was also the fact that Gavin had never really been one to snitch, especially on his fellow criminals, but he wasn’t about to say that part in a room with a soldier and a political leader.

“I see,” the Emperor responded pensively. “Well, I consider taking responsibility for your own actions to be quite noble,” he told Gavin with complete sincerity in his voice. “Truthfully, I never took Ashryn’s suggestion very seriously,” he admitted. “I’ve worked quite hard to develop a peaceful and friendly relationship with humankind, and I am not about to undo that by mistreating my first human convict.”

Gavin’s eyes widened. Did he hear that right? Did the Emperor really just, one after the other, call him noble and say that he wouldn’t lock him up in a display cage? It was hard for Gavin not to let a wave of relief crash over him. The news was great, but he still didn’t know what fate did await him. Not being treated like an animal really was the bare minimum after all.

“Um...so what are you planning to do with me?” Gavin found himself asking. He was sick and tired of the uncertainty, of not knowing what was in store for him. Whatever his sentence might be, he just wanted to know what it was already so he could start figuring out how to cope with it.

The Emperor’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He seemed somewhat taken aback by Gavin’s abrupt question. It was possible the man wasn’t accustomed to being spoken to that way. Gavin hoped he hadn’t done something taboo. He wasn’t intending to be disrespectful, he just really didn’t know how to interact with literal royalty.

Apparently, the Emperor wasn’t too upset, because a small smile had taken form on his face. “Well,” he began, glancing back at Rael. “I find myself quite fascinated by your willingness to speak up in front of me in order to defend this human.”

“Is that what he did?” Gavin asked himself. Had Rael really been standing up for him? Was it really more than him just doing his job?

“You were aware that many important figures have negative opinions of Gavin Stone, and yet you risked your reputation by speaking up for him,” the Emperor went on.

Suddenly everything was beginning to make a lot more sense. The whole scene out in the hallway...it had been all about Rael protecting his reputation. He couldn’t choose a human over an alteon, lest he risk being looked down upon by his peers. Of course, none of that made what he’d done okay, but at least Gavin understood why now. “Does this mean he had some kind of change of heart...is that why he told the Emperor about me being hired…?” he pondered to himself.

The Emperor’s gaze suddenly returned to Gavin. “I believe I have decided what your sentence will be,” he announced firmly, a satisfied smile on his face that Gavin wasn’t sure how to take. “Since the two of you have clearly established the foundations of a relationship, I have decided that, in order to atone for your crime, you will serve under Rael as an assistant for a minimum of one year.”

Gavin’s mouth fell open, but before he could even form a coherent thought, he heard Rael’s stunned voice exclaim from behind him, “What?!”

The word had slipped from Rael’s mouth before he could stop it. He had just been so shocked by the Emperor’s announcement that all thoughts of propriety and manners suddenly flew out the window. “Sorry, your majesty,” he quickly recovered. “I just--I wasn’t expecting that.”

Take a human on as an assistant?! It was completely unheard of--of course it was unheard of, humans were tiny people who lived in another realm, why would one ever serve as an assistant to a common alteon soldier? Rael didn’t even know what to think. The Emperor clearly trusted him enough to put Gavin in his ward, but what the hell was Rael supposed to do with a diminutive person tagging along with him while he worked? Plus there was the matter of he and Gavin’s last encounter. Something told Rael the human didn’t much want to hang around with the person who had threatened him not once, but twice within a few hours.

“I’m aware that it’s unorthodox, but to be frank, this entire situation is unorthodox,” the Emperor stated. “This way, Gavin Stone will be able to serve his punishment while learning about and experiencing our realm.” It seemed the relationship between alteons and humans was even more important to the Emperor than Rael had realized--he was completely breaking away from the norm for the sake of diplomacy.

“Are you sure it won’t be too dangerous?” Rael had to ask. On a regular basis, his job wasn’t typically overly treacherous, but even the mildest thing to him could be potentially life threatening to someone as small as Gavin.

The Emperor offered a gentle smile. “I’m certain Gavin Stone will be quite safe in your hands, Rael.” It was easy for him to say that, he didn’t know what Rael had done just ten minutes prior--if he did, he would probably never let Gavin within a hundred feet of the temper-prone excuse for an Imperial Guard soldier.

“Uh--excuse me, sir,” Gavin piped up nervously. He was facing towards the Emperor, so Rael couldn’t see his facial expression. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to see it. “What exactly can someone like me do as an assistant?” the human inquired, voicing the question that Rael had been pondering.

“You will do whatever Rael requests of you,” the Emperor told him simply, then turning to Rael said, “You may utilize him as your assistant how you see fit, so long as he isn’t put in significant danger of course.” Rael couldn’t believe how much faith the Emperor seemingly had in him. Where did it come from? This was by far the longest interaction he’d ever had with the ruler of Iaela, so why did he seem to trust a random soldier so much? “I’ll have some furniture and attire made up to suit a human. You are also free to request any accommodations you think you may need,” the Emperor added, already scrawling down notes on a sheet of parchment.

Rael opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say. He just couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He’d gone from disliking humans to being made the guardian of one in a matter of hours. He still wasn’t sure about his opinion on humanity as a whole, but he couldn’t deny the fact that one particular human had penetrated the tough exterior he had built around himself.

Like it or not, Rael cared about Gavin. He never would have spoken up to the Emperor if he hadn’t. As strange and inexplicable as it may be, he needed to accept the reality of the situation. Gavin would be his ward for at least a year. They would be spending a lot of time with each other. Rael couldn’t keep pretending to be indifferent to the tiny man.

After being dismissed from the meeting with the Emperor, Gavin had been carried off by Rael, taken to what he could only assume was Rael’s quarters. The entire trip there had been silent, because what the hell was Gavin supposed to say? He was so mentally and emotionally confused at this point that he couldn’t even begin to make sense of anything.

Rael’s room was small and simple; it contained only a bed, side table, and little chest of drawers. On the way in, Gavin had noticed the hallway had been filled with doors, which led him to believe this area was entirely made up of the rooms of soldiers. At least Rael had his own space, the last thing Gavin needed at the moment was to be faced with more alteons.

“Gavin,” Rael spoke up, finally breaking the silence that had stretched out between the two of them. “I know you’re probably not pleased with this arrangement.” Gavin stared up at Rael from where he stood on the bedside table. The giant was sitting on his bed, but of course, he was still looming high over the human. “I...I understand why you would feel that way,” Rael’s voice was uncharacteristically hesitant, Gavin could hardly believe this was the same person who had yelled at him earlier.

A long sigh blew out from between Gavin’s lips. “I sure hope you’re leading up to an apology here,” he snipped, folding his arms firmly over his chest. He wasn’t going to put up with some indirect expression of regret, nah--that wasn’t going to fly. If Rael wanted his forgiveness, he would have to make an apology as clear and plain as day.

There was no derision or amusement on Rael’s face, just a solemn frown. “Ashryn wanted me to prove myself by...reigning you in,” the alteon explained in a stormy tone. “I was too afraid of harming my reputation to not take the bait.” Clearly Gavin’s assumptions had been right. “But I was wrong...and weak for not standing up to Ashryn. For that, I am sorry.” It was hard to believe Gavin was hearing those words being directed at him from Rael. A few hours ago it would have seemed impossible.

As good as it was to hear the apology, Gavin still felt like there was something Rael wasn’t entirely grasping. “Listen, I know I look pretty tough, but you’ve gotta realize how--how freaky it is when you use your size against me.” Admitting he was afraid wasn’t really something Gavin loved to do, especially considering he was trying to convince alteons that humans weren’t weak little babies, but Rael needed to know the effect his actions had.

The size disparity between the room’s occupants suddenly became even more strikingly apparent. Gavin was standing and Rael was sitting, and yet Rael still absolutely towered over the human. No matter how equal the two may be intellectually, Rael would always have a huge automatic advantage over Gavin--and that was something they would both have to come to adapt to if they were going to be living and working with each other for the foreseeable future.

“Are you afraid of me?” The sudden question stunned Gavin. He wasn’t sure why, because it had always been something in the back of his mind. Maybe it was just shocking hearing Rael ask it so bluntly.

Gavin paused. How was he supposed to answer this? He had definitely had fear inflicted on him by Rael on multiple occasions, but was he really and truly afraid of the guy? Gavin gave a weak shrug. “I don’t really know...I guess sometimes…” Rael gave a tight nod, as if he had been expecting that response. “But other times you’re just a big, awkward dork,” Gavin quickly added.

A very slight smile pulled at the corner of Rael’s lips. “Alright, I’ll promise not to use my size against you anymore, if you can promise not to call me a ‘dork’ again,” he said the words so seriously, and yet the growing grin on the alteon’s face gave him away.

Gavin chuckled. “Fine, but you gotta promise not to give me any weird assistant jobs, like polishing your scabbard or some shit.” He really didn’t know how much someone of his size could really be of use to a giant, but he supposed this arrangement was better than being thrown into a cage.

Rael raised a single dark eyebrow. “Oh, but you’re probably the only one that could actually reach the inside.”

A grumpy frown took shape on Gavin’s face. “Okay, next rule: no size jokes at my expense!”

A warm, genuine laugh escaped from Rael. In a flash the giant man was reaching forward, and before Gavin could dodge backwards, a massive index finger was ruffling his hair, making the already messy locks even more of a disaster. “No promises.”

Gavin let out a long sigh. Somehow he had gone from being a professional thief to the assistant to a gigantic, elf-eared man from another dimension. “At least it’s more exciting than being a damn doctor.”

I was originally gonna make this two parts but I decided to just make it one big chunky final chapter! This story was kind of like the introductory prologue to Gavin and Rael so there's definitely room for more about them in the future if people are interested. I had a ton of fun writing this and totally appreciate all the nice comments and such that I got!

I've got a busy few weeks ahead of me but feel free to send in prompts/commissions for my ocs. I just may take a little while to actually get to them.

#ending on lucky number 13 i guess #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #my writing #g/t fluff #oc: gavin stone #oc: rael

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years ago

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The Miys, Ch. 154

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

I was able to get the Master Post cleaned up this morning. I know there is a reblog going around with some of the links missing... I put that one up originally as a place holder so I could update my page links in chapters 101 through this one. I did NOT anticipate it would get immediately reblogged, which made me squeak in pleasant surprise. I’ll reblog the full post so everyone has the right one.

Also, thanks to @baelpenrose, @the-raven-fae, and @charlylimph-blog for keeping me going and all your help beta-reading and checking my links. You three are the real heroes here!

“The quiet rooms are done,” Hannah yawned the next morning. “It’s a good thing we decided to make them available immediately, because the first one had people scheduling time before we finished the second one.”

“How many did we end up with?” I asked, pushing down my own urge to yawn. I had always prided myself on being able to resist the urge to yawn when others did, and I wasn’t letting that stop now.

The model of the Ark came up on the table emitter, and Hannah zoomed in on the highlighted areas. “Right now, we have twelve, just like you set up for the second Food Festival. But I’ll be honest, they rooms are already booked for the foreseeable future, and I don’t think that’s tenable.”

“Agreed. I’ll talk to the rest of the Council, but at this point, we need to see about setting all available spaces for quiet rooms.” I nodded and added that note to my agenda. “Moving on, food vendors being allowed in BioLab2. Any updates?”

Parvati flicked the data to everyone. “Grey isn’t thrilled with the possibility that the food will contaminate the aquatics, but is willing to allow vendors in ‘The Fairy Circle’?” She gave me a questioning look. “They said you would know what that meant.”

I just smiled and shook my head. “It’s where I go camping. Conor managed to pull off a prank that fooled even Charly and made a Faerie circle. It’s a good choice, though: ten, eleven feet across, accessible, and far enough from the water that there wouldn’t be any risk.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Credit to Conor on that one. But, Grey was very enthusiastic about the idea of setting up some picnic tables throughout the woods and letting people bring picnics.”

“I already have some vendors on board, there,” I breathed in relief. “Especially the ones who specialize in the type of foods that lend themselves well to being portable.”

Hannah’s face lit up. “Do we get to taste test some of these? I’m really getting some bento box and pasty vibes from what you just said, and I’m not sure which I’m more excited about.”

“I think I can get that to happen,” I laughed. “I wouldn’t mind trying some of the options myself, but I can at least already confirm that all bases are covered for dietary requirements. Next up, where are we on the holiday date?”

“Still working with the other departments to finalize a date where all projects can be completed, paused, or at least at a point where they don’t require direct observation. Everyone is on board, though.”

“That’s the biggest hurdle,” I confirmed. “Means we can proceed with at least putting the rest of the events together in preparation for the final date. I trust you two in handling the party aspect of it, and Charly is already working Bash on another Kink Night event at the Undine - minimal planning needed there. So, let’s figure out who is coordinating the paint-tag fight, and we can loop back to the plans for the party.”

“While I am entirely sure Charly can handle planning for both the paint tag and the other - seeing as both were her ideas - it doesn’t feel fair to leave them both entirely on her shoulders,” Hannah agreed. “It says here that you already had Conor confirm we missed Holi?

“By about six months,” I confessed. “So we’re pretty much both too late and too early.”

“I do believe the arrows would be frowned upon, in any event,” Parvati joked. “I still have her paint formulas - flavors are not listed, but there is a distinct lack of both black and yellow.”

“Those were… scotch bonnet for the black, I know that one. I think the yellow was gochujang, which would still hurt if you got it in your eyes,” I recalled.

She flicked her hands, bracelets chiming. “I will ask for a new formula for yellow, but I think we can live without black paint. The yellow was lovely, though.”

“Ask nicely, and she’ll probably give you the glitter formula colors, which I think are different flavors from the regular palette,” I suggested. “And the glitter is ultra-violet reactive, so that’ll be fun.”

Emphatic stabbing at her datapad ensued - impressive, because it wasn’t even physically there, just emitted from the band on her wrist. “Once I have those, I believe Hannah and I can coordinate that along with the party. There is no food component, it is only for one day, so the scope is far smaller than the Festival was.”

“And besides,” Hannah added with a shrug, “whip up some paints and some spongy balls to soak it up, set boundaries, invite anyone who wants to attend. Planning done.” She dusted her hands off for emphasis, but she had a point.

“I’ve got the care packages well underway, so we’re solid there. The party. What’s the plan there?”

Parvati dismissed the schematic from the table emitter and sent a different image to it. This one was practically the opposite of what I had expected: where I had anticipated Food Festival 2: Pyrotechnic Boogaloo, I was instead looking at a park that I was reasonably certain only existed in dreams.

Soft green grass that my toes wiggled to touch spanned a rolling, looping thoroughfare. Trees arched overhead like an arbor, and were either woven with lights are absolutely covered in fireflies. Between breaks in the canopy, a night sky filled with more stars than I had seen in my living memory. Here and there small braziers burned brightly with fire, resting on sturdy rugs and dotted around with cushions.

“Vati,” I whispered hoarsely. “We can’t use BioLab2 for this, can we? Will Grey allow it?”

“We can, and they are.” Her smile was the feral one that usually preceded a coup de grace of event planning. “This, however, is not BioLab2. This is the corridors of levels twelve through fourteen, leading into the lab.”

My first urge was to guess what she was planning, but my mind came up blank. I circled around my desk to stand closer to the table. “Okay, talk to me. Make it make sense.”

She nodded. “The grass is real, laid down like sod. The terraforming teams have agreed to let us use it, provided we allow them to collect data on how it holds up to so much foot traffic and include a post-event question regarding the tactile feel on bare feet. So, bare feet they shall have.” She winked when I realized she and Hannah were going to make it part of the theme. “The trees are an illusion, simple light emitters against the corridor walls, combined with the existing texture of the surface.”

When she moved the image to mimic walking further down the path, Hannah picked up. “The larger spaces are actually where the corridors are longer between quiet rooms. Rather than trying to pull off the tree illusion, we’re going to create a night sky with shooting stars, comets, the works. Like a dream.”

“I like it. It’s not what I was expecting, but I’m even more impressed for that.”

“We couldn’t compete with Charly,” Parvati confessed. “She is already going to have our base desires covered. Anything we tried to do would look like a pale imitation. So, we went the other direction: What else do we do to feel alive?”

“We dream,” I laughed. “It’s all a fairy tale dream, isn’t it?”

“That’s the goal,” Hannah confirmed. “A beautiful dream. One day and one night where you can live out your humanity however you want, without having to compromise. If someone wants to throw paint with childish abandon, then stroll and dance through a dream, and finish the night at the Undine trying something they never dared to do before, they can do that.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds decadent.”

“I was going for hedonistic, over all, but you’re on the right track,” Parvati laughed. “Hannah and I agreed that everyone on the Ark needed one perfect day. And since perfect is different for everyone…” She shrugged. “We just decided to give them all the options. The quiet rooms will be open if their perfect includes a botanical garden, or a cloud… the mess halls will be open if it means a feast, or even just decadent hors d'oeuvres they could never make an excuse to try. It’s literally all on the table.”

“Consider it signed off on.” I still couldn’t take my eyes off that grass, toes wiggling happily. “Just let me know the date when we have one, I need a pedicure to enjoy this completely.”

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Hey, could I ask you how you do shadowing? Like the different ways you do it? You mentioned in your tag that shadowing is good and I'd love to hear how you do it! I do not attempt shadowing much so I don't really know what helps, etc. ToT (my studyblr is rigelmejo)

Hellooo! Thank you for the interesting question!

Tbh I think I do it fairly basically - I don’t use any particularly fancy software, but software like Language Learning with Netflix has certainly made it easier. There’s a whole video on how to get the most of it here: [on mobile, link didn't work - How to study Chinese with Netflix! by Chinese Zero To Hero] (I’d recommend checking out all of their videos actually, they’ve done a bunch of livestreams recently and they place a lot of emphasis on shadowing + the course they are trying to sell you is…actually phenomenally good)

(Also, I have to preface this by saying that I have been very lucky in terms of pronunciation: I learnt about 80% of my current vocabulary by ear without characters or pinyin. I have been in China for eight months in total, and while I didn’t speak Chinese for all of that, I was constantly soaking in info on natural sentence intonation. I still often don’t know officially what the tone of a vocabulary item is, especially if it changes tone like 教, 为 or 相, but I don’t get yelled at so I have definitely internalised a lot of those changes. I definitely would have more trouble with this if I hadn’t had that experience - my other areas are waaaay weaker because of this though- my reading SUCKS lmao and I can literally handwrite about ten characters)

Anyway. How I shadow:

1) Quite simply by playing the line, and repeating it with all the emotion it has!! I usually use Netflix or Viki for this. I try to do it as fast as possible, and if I can’t do the whole thing, I ‘chunk’ it: if I were doing the sentence 我们还不知道他会不会来, I would start from the end with 他会不会来, then 不知道他会不会来, and then the whole sentence. Notice that this isn’t breaking it down into words or even grammatical phrases, but intonational phrases: it would be perfectly sensible to just do 会不会来 without the 他 but realistically, since this is a question, it’s likely that a strong stress will be placed on the first 会, and you wouldn’t be able to replicate that without also included the more weakly stressed syllable before.

2) I locate (intentionally or subconsciously) the main locus of stress within the sentence, and I focus on that accordingly. Tones may become less extreme if they are not stressed, and may become more exaggerated if stressed. This is always a good exercise. I accompany this with physical actions - I throw my hands down, I sigh, I groan!

3) I put away the text, and don’t look at the tones or even my computer screen - more on this below.

4) Finally, when I think I’ve got it reasonably accurate, I’ll record them speaking the line into my phone with an appropriate pause for copying and play it back to myself at various points throughout the day.

5) I then go and find other words with the same tone contour to slot in, and copy it again. After that, I find words that are slightly different tonally and pop them in too.

6) I finally do fun things like hold a conversation with myself. This can be really simple phrases imbued with some kind of emotion - 这个女子到底是谁呀？为什么不认识我？应该是新手吧。You can do this either really informally, or very formally, or both - trying to speak in the latter way is very fun! So then it’d be idk something more like: 那位姑娘是何人，来自何处？This is fun because you can really slow down your speech and sound as elegant as you like!! (this will sound stilted if you do it for modern speech, but it’s a very fun exercise)

Choosing your media!!

1) Don’t use donghuas. Seriously. The voice actors usually speak at a ridiculous pace and not with the same range of ‘normal’ intonation

2) Your Chinese is definitely good enough to recognise when anyone is quoting poetry or speaking in a paricularly sexy literary way so, uh…don’t do that. That rules dramas like Nirvana in Fire OUT.

3) Modern dramas and reality TV shows CAN be great, but they can also be quite intimidatingly quick and almost too mushy at times. I’d recommend informal speech in guzhuang dramas more, because they have professional voice actors and extensive sound editing, meaning that although it might be fast and the vocabulary harder, it’s actually much more accessible and easier to copy. You don’t want to be stuck with the awfulness of 50% failed foreigner and 50% 12 year old boy who can’t enunciate properly!!

4) CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON WISELY. I try to find characters that speak in a dramatic, whiny or childish way. This is so important! There’s literally no use copying Lan Wangji unless you want to be able to have that particular cadence and tone of voice you get reciting poetry. Childish/whiny/dramatic characters on the other hand stress some words very strongly, and rush others together - this is great for hearing what actual real speech sounds like. Whininess wins. In The Untamed, characters like Wei Wuxian (not yllz!wwx but just…regular wwx), 一问三不知 Nie Huaisang, Jin Ling, and Jingyi are all great. Also Jiggy, who is just very extra constantly and speaks much slower as well, which really helps. In SHL characters like Gu Xiang are good.

5) CHOOSE YOUR VOICE WISELY! If you are really aiming to copy them 100% (which you should try at least sometimes), you want somebody with your pitch range to sound normal. I have a sort of party trick in Chinese that because I’ve spent so much time listening to women in guzhuang dramas I can change my voice and sound like a) a scheming concubine with honeyed words, or b) the voice of the Beijing metro. My teacher found it hysterically funny. But it’s not my natural voice, and if I speak like that for too long it hurts. The women usually are too high for me, and the big burly manly men too low - so I’d recommend finding a man with a higher voice, or an older woman (like some of the female characters in Nirvana in Fire). Again, sorry that this is mostly the Untamed (I’m just most familiar with it) but the voice actors for Wei Wuxian and some of the juniors (+jiggy) has a higher voice. Likewise Chengling in Word of Honour.

On intonation in general:

- The thing is that whilst shadowing is useful it requires prior ability in a whole bunch of other skills that you can train - it relies on your ability to accurately mimic pitch, emotion and other contrasts. Training this in ANY language, including your native one, will help your ability to do this in Chinese - so I’d recommend spending a fair amount of time practicing shadowing (or speaking just after somebody whilst listening to a string of text, like monolingual simultaneous interpreting) in your native language too. Any training copying accents or mimicking other people is going to similarly help, regardless of the language.

So, with that in mind, further tips:

1) Hum / try to copy the intonation without any words. What this does is force you to pay attention to what the intonation actually is, versus what you may think it should be.

2) Don’t look at the text! Do! Not! Look! At! The! Text! If you look at the characters or pinyin you’re telling yourself ‘ok this is a third tone here’ etc, but you want to override the part of your brain that has gotten into bad habits and is supremely self-confident in how you’re pronouncing the third tone, and actually just go straight back to mimicking.

3) Don’t be afraid to do it with vocabulary that is way beyond your level. Actually, I find this can sometimes be helpful, because you don’t have a prior idea about how a particular tone pair should be useful - and you don’t know which tone you should be producing.

4) Learn vocabulary by ear - listen to a vocab podcast or even make one yourself (I often do this; I record my daily Anki and listen back to it through headphones copying throughout the day - if you’re not confident in your pronunciation you can get Google Translate to do it). Similarly, pick unknown vocabulary out of a longer segment and remember it, trying to internalise the tones instead of figuring out which tone it is.

5) Find emotional sentences, and copy them with emotion. This is SO CRUCIAL!!! We remember things when we relate to them, and when we imbue them with emotion - and it also helps in hearing exactly how an angry second tone sounds, for instance.

6) When you’re copying, look up, and imagine you are having an actual conversation. Carry yourself with conviction and poise!! Really try to whine like wwx or slime like jgy. After a couple of turns copying them, try to turn off the audio and keep delivering it in the same manner.

7) Swap individual words out. Once you have a line properly figured out, swap a word or two that has a different tone pair, and focus on delivering it with the same pattern of stress.

8) Finally, practice doing this in your native language too!! It’s a skill that we don’t use often, and it can be trained. Some people are terrible at it at first go even in their native language, but you can work on it!

About intonation in general:

1) I think a lot of pronunciation problems with people sounding unnatural or stiff ultimately come down to a fundamental misunderstanding of what intonation looks like across different languages. In English we mark it by pitch: and we are so used to the rhetoric that Chinese has ‘tone’ and not ‘intonation’ that we try and focus on blindly copying every single word textbook perfect without listening to how it actually sounds.

2) Chinese does have intonation!!! Except that, unlike English, when you stress a word, the pitch doesn’t change, but the tone contour is exaggerated - basically the only time you will ever hear a full third tone is in isolated or very exaggerated speech. If you have a Chinese friend, get them to record a sentence like the English ‘I didn’t ask her to steal his rucksack’, and put stress on the different elements of it - I didn’t ask, I didn’t ask, I didn’t ask, and so on. Notice and copy how the tones change. When shadowing, you should always be paying attention to where the stress is in the sentence: when you speak by yourself, practicing saying a sentence neutrally, and then with stress on one component, the next, and so on. If it feels unnatural, it’s because you might not have practicised like this before - it’ll get better!

Hope that’s somewhat helpful / interesting!

- 梅晨曦

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years ago

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Stalker X Stalker, Part 10

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Marinette’s collection of vigilantes in her house was still growing, somehow. You’d think it would stop with just the ones that consistently lived in Gotham, but no.

Nightwing started dropping by whenever he was in town to try and teach her escrima. She wasn’t good with them because she wasn’t used to fighting people up close, but she didn’t really think that that was the reason why they were doing it.

Still, it was fun…

(Except for that one time they’d been heading back to her house and she dropped her phone down the drain and had to beg the rat-person -- she was pretty sure Nightwing had called them Ratcatcher? -- for help. It was very traumatizing. He’d given her a new phone but she was never going to recover emotionally from that day.)

And then, a few days before Thanksgiving, Flamebird had made an appearance.

The reason why was less fun, though.

She’d opened her blinds and stared at him for a few moments. He was leaning against her fire escape, hand pressed to his stomach.

“Hey, Robin, does Flamebird usually do the Napoleon pose?”

“The…? Oh, no, he does not.”

She sighed. “Yeah, I thought so.” She swung her window open. “Hi. Nice to meet you. What happened?”

“Got stabbed.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Okay, yeah, obviously, want to elaborate?”

“Got stabbed in the stomach,” he said, after a second’s thought.

So, no, then. She shrugged to herself and let him come inside.

“Right, Robin, go get the medkit out from under my sink,” she said, pulling a hairband from her wrist and tying her hair back.

Flamebird frowned. “Can’t you just undo everything with your magic?”

“Not magic,” supplied Tikki, popping her head out of Marinette’s pocket.

“FUCK,” yelped Flamebird.

Damian made the quiet clicking sound he made whenever he was about to say something rude but Marinette cut him off with a glare and pointed him towards the bathroom. Damian grumbled a little under his breath but obeyed for fear of being thrown out.

She turned back to Flamebird. “Also, that’s not how my ‘magic’ works. If I’m not involved in a fight…” She made a ‘poof’ motion with her hands. “No miracle cure.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Man, if I’d known that I would’ve just dealt with this myself.”

“Well, it is too late for that,” said Damian, who had come back out with a medkit. “Now, sit down, we will tend to your wound.”

And they did.

(Or, rather, Marinette did. It didn’t matter if she knew, logically, that he already knew how wounds looked and how to treat them, she just didn’t feel comfortable making him help. She sent him off to play with the cat and worked on dressing it. She’d made a mistake here by doing the normal routine while stitching someone up: asking about things they liked to distract them. He said he was an ‘avid reader’, she’d laughed and said that she probably wouldn’t know any of the books he mentioned because she hardly ever read in English, and now she was apparently in a book club. That was on her, she supposed, but it was still a little irritating.)

And that was all the vigilantes. They all came over from time to time. Sometimes they’d see each other and give each other awkward smiles or actively ignore each other, but it became a constant part of her life.

But it all came to a head one seemingly regular day.

She had been walking up the stairs to her apartment with Tim, ten bags of groceries loaded onto her arms and five on his (he was to open the door), and had nearly bumped into him when he stopped suddenly.

“Cass?” He asked, confused.

She raised her eyebrows just slightly. She’d thought everyone knew about each other but, now that she thought about it, because of the scheduling Tim wouldn’t really be around when everyone else came by.

He took Cass’s arrival in stride, though, fishing his key out of his pocket and pushing the door open.

He did not take in stride the fact that Duke, Damian, and Nightwing were all inside her house already. Duke was sitting on her counter, wrapped in a blanket as he scrolled through his phone. Damian was playing with Vanelope. Nightwing was doing stretches on her floor.

“Hey, look, more people that don’t live here,” Marinette said with only a hint of bitterness.

Nightwing glanced up. “You’re out of chips.”

“Already --?!” She took a deep breath to steady herself. “Fine. Fine. I got more, anyways.”

Tim snapped out of it. He closed and locked the door quickly before sending Marinette a pout. “Alright, I can get you cheating on me with Cass, but come on,” he half joked.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “If one of the people I’m apparently cheating with is a five-year-old --.”

“TWELVE.”

“-- then I think you have more things to worry about than my serial adultery, darling.”

“... guess that’s true.”

“Also, I only buy groceries with you, so you’re clearly my favorite concubine.”

Duke grinned. “Actually --.”

“Except for that one time I asked Signal to go find ricotta because I’d forgotten it,” she conceded. “I guess he's my second favorite.”

Cass pouted and raised her hand.

“She makes a good case for herself. You’ve both been demoted,” she joked.

Tim was still pouting. Probably has something to do with going from favorite to second favorite. Who knows.

She rolled her eyes. She had bigger problems. Like her food. There were frozens and she was not going to lose her food to something as stupid and useless as the air. She waved him along as much as she could with the bags digging into her arms and started putting things away.

She tipped her head back after a second to squint at everyone. They were awkwardly staring at each other, for some reason… oh, right, they technically didn’t know each other.

“Uh, introductions, I guess. Signal, Robin, and Nightwing, meet my friends. Tim, Cass, meet my annoyances.”

Tim perked up a little at being called a friend rather than an annoyance. Problem solved. Kind of.

He set down his bags and leaned close to her ear. “So, they don’t know you know?”

“Duke does,” she mumbled back. “I’m not going to tell them about it, though, I want to see how long it takes them to notice.��

He snickered. “I can get behind that.”

“Good. You didn’t have a choice in the matter,” she joked, leaning forward to press a kiss to his nose.

She could hear Cass groan a little at the obvious affection and both Duke and Damian cringed. She fought the urge to laugh. It was just a little kiss on the nose, they didn’t have to act like it was scandalous or gross.

But, apparently, it was gross enough for Damian to grab her arm to try and pull her attention away from Tim (and physically pull her away from him, she noted, as she was forced to take a half-step back from him).

“Did you get more of my gummy bears?”

She rolled her eyes. “Did you ask for them? Did you tell me you were out?”

He looked a little put out and she felt bad enough to give up the act quickly:

“Yes, kid, I got you your weird vegan gummy bears.”

He beamed and started sifting through her bags.

She smiled fondly and ruffled his hair, ignoring the knife that was sent her way for the action with practiced ease, then started putting things away.

Everyone except Damian made their way over to help. There were no ulterior motives, they insisted, even as she watched Nightwing slip a bag of chips into Damian’s hoodie for safekeeping and Duke pocket an apple.

At least Cass and Tim were reasonably well-behaved, she thought right before she watched him split an orange with her.

Tim squinted at the three people below him.

Jon had come to visit because a) the no metas in Gotham rule had more or less stopped being enforced due to constant complaints from the Justice League, b) Damian needed friends his age, and c) it was Christmas and Jon was so sure that this year was going to be the year that Damian finally understood the holiday.

And, because Jon had come to visit, so had Conner. The worst part of being an older brother that Tim understood all too well.

But, now, he looked down at the three people gathered at the bottom of the stairs.

They were apparently competing to see who could be the stupidest. Steph was standing on a banister, Marinette was trying to sit on a vertical bo staff, and Conner was doing a handstand on both of their heads. It was a little shaky, what with Steph’s barely restrained laughter and the fact that bos are not meant to be balanced on and Conner trying to do tricks, but they were clearly having fun.

Tim crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the entrance to the cave. Did he have a type?

Their comms crackled to life and all three went stock-still, grins wiped from their faces briefly as they listened to see what had happened.

“I am requesting the night off to have an outing with Superboy.”

Bruce gave the grunt that meant ‘fine’.

The three relaxed now that they knew that everything was okay, quickly going back to their game. Marinette had added a surfboard. Steph was struggling with an exercise ball. Conner was slowly taking off fingers.

Tim sighed to himself. Yep. Dumbasses who can only be serious for truly important things -- and, even then, only for a few seconds at a time. That was his type. Someone, please, save him.

It had been a while since Marinette had gone out on her own (with the intention of staying alone, leaving for patrols didn’t count). Really, she normally wouldn’t, but she needed to pick up a piece of fabric she’d forgotten to get the day before and it wasn’t even a meter’s worth. She didn’t need help for that.

Besides, going by herself was much quicker. She was able to go by rooftop as Ladybug.

Of course, going as Ladybug had a risk to it that she didn’t realize until it was too late: responsibilities.

She groaned to herself as she made to jump to the next roof and her eyes landed on a person getting mugged in the alleyway below her.

She looked down at the bag with her fabric inside it and wondered if it was even worth leaving it there while she got rid of the attacker. Most of the time the people mugging people in Gotham were using fake guns. Even if they weren’t, muggings were common enough that most people had little on them and were only slightly annoyed when people tried to rob them. The person below was no exception, it seemed. They scoffed when the gunman poked their back.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going,” they said irritably.

Wait, shit, she knew that voice.

She squinted down into the darkness and, yep, she would recognize that almost unhealthily pale skin anywhere.

She dropped down into the alley between them and, to her slight surprise, it turned out the gun actually did have bullets in it. A shot rang out. She fell back a step, cradling her shoulder.

The gunman’s eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to shoot her. It had probably just been a split second reaction.

Unfortunately for him, getting shot really fucking hurts and she was going to take it out on him. Especially since he’d been trying to mug one of her friends. She glanced back at Tim, who was shaking and a little pale, and grit her teeth. Yeah, this guy was fucked.

Eventually, though, the pain in her shoulder, worsened by all the movement, got too unbearable and she rolled off of the mugger. She tied the man’s hands and feet behind his back with her yoyo and, after calling Miraculous Ladybug, called it a day. She’d get her yoyo back later.

For now, she pressed a hand to her ear. “Hey, Signal, I’ve got one for you.”

“You’re joining me for daytime patrols now?” He asked, his voice somehow brighter than the powers he had.

“Nah, just happened to come across…” She considered embarrassing Tim but decided against it when she saw her friend’s face. “... someone getting mugged while out today.”

He huffed a little but she ignored it in favor of relaying the address.

The perpetrator to be taken care of, she turned to the victim. She didn’t know whether the rules applied to people you knew, but she figured she might as well go through with the normal procedure. Tim liked procedure, it might help him.

So, step one: connect with the victim. She unzipped her hoodie and smiled brightly, making sure her eyes crinkled behind her mask.

Step two: check to make sure they aren’t going into shock.

Normally, she was able to skip this step. The miracle cure got rid of it if they had gone into it before the attack… but his eyes were somehow both fixed intensely on her like he was scared she’d disappear if he chanced a look away and extremely vacant.

She took slow, careful steps towards him, hand out to check his pulse.

Once she was close enough, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a hug. Marinette didn’t quite know what to do. The part of her brain still doing the normal procedure told her to hug back because this was a scared victim that wanted comfort, but the other part was tempted to push him off to check for a concussion… even though, logically, he shouldn’t have one because she had cast Miraculous Ladybug so her arm wouldn’t have a bullet in it anymore --.

Oh. She was stupid.

He’d watched his friend get shot and now he was freaking out. Like people are supposed to do.

She hugged him back, bringing a hand up to run through his hair.

“Would you like me to take you home?” She asked.

“My… my friend lives near here,” said Tim quietly, mindful of the fact that the mugger was still within earshot.

She nodded. “I’m going to pick you up, okay?”

He bit his lip so hard that she worried he’d break the skin and nodded.

She took him home and, with only a brief stop to keep Vanelope from escaping, set him down on the couch. She kept a hand touching him at all times as she gathered the blankets and pillows strewn about by all the visits the bats made. For once, she was glad she never really had time to clean, she didn’t want to let go of him when he was clearly so concerned about her.

Less than five minutes later she’d wrapped them both up as tightly as she could with as many blankets as she could reach. He rested his head against her shoulder, arms loosely draped around her under the blankets. Vanelope settled on their laps and started to purr; she made a mental note to give her a bunch of treats later.

But, for now…

She cupped his cheeks in her hands and waited patiently as he struggled to pull himself together enough to actually be present.

“Darling, I said I wouldn’t go anywhere. I’m not breaking that promise. Okay?”

He nodded slightly, finally releasing his lip to speak: “Okay.”

She pressed a kiss to his nose. A half smile made its way across his face.

“Now, how do you feel about Big Fish?”

He squeezed her a little tighter. “The circus scene is cute.”

She nodded her agreement. “I like the daffodil scene better, personally, but it is pretty cute.”

She turned the movie on.

Tim was sure he was overreacting. Of course he was. She hadn’t died, she wasn’t even hurt any more. It clearly didn’t bother her, he had ‘accidentally’ chosen that shoulder to rest his head on and she hadn’t so much as winced when he had. No, the only worry she had was about him.

So, he should be fine.

But he wasn’t.

She’d been shot and, for a second, he’d feared it would be another Darla situation. And he couldn’t deal with another Darla situation. He couldn’t. He had to believe that he was better than that high school Tim that had let all his friends die. Because if he wasn’t better than that meant he couldn’t have friends and he couldn’t deal with that either.

He didn’t want to be alone again.

No, he wouldn’t let that happen. He could think of a plan, surely. He was a planner, he found problems and he dealt with them. That had been his coping mechanism pretty much since birth and (if you ignore all the workaholic tendencies, independence issues, and General Trauma) it was working out pretty well for him. Can’t be sad if there’s work to do, after all.

Yeah. Work. He was good at work.

He bit his lip.

Alright, so the problem stemmed from his fear of being alone… which wasn’t going to be fixed anytime soon. Good coping mechanisms? In this family? Please. Next.

Alright, so the problem stemmed from his fear of her getting hurt.

Simple solution! Don’t let her get hurt!

… not as simple a solution as it sounded on paper.

She wasn’t going to stop vigilantism anytime soon. He wouldn’t make her, and she wasn’t going to do it on her own accord. Even if she decided to at some point Tim didn’t have much hope for it. Every person in the family had tried that already, it never worked. They’d say that it would be fine, that they were going to stop for their mental health or even just permanently end it… but family was family and how could someone sit back and watch family get hurt when they could do something about it?

So, that wasn’t going to happen. What other answers were there?

Well, he supposed that she had left on her own and that was the main problem. If she hadn’t left on her own then he wouldn’t have followed after her in secret and he wouldn’t have gotten attacked in the first place.

But he couldn’t be around much more without it being weird unless he…

He couldn’t…

Could he?

He figured it was worth a shot. And he should ask now. If she said no he wouldn’t have to worry about her thinking him weird, she’d just assume it was a request made while in the middle of shock and forget about it.

He hesitantly let go of his lip.

“Hey, Bean?”

She stopped pretending to watch Big Fish for the sake of giving him privacy. “Yeah?”

“Remember when… I…” He bit his lip, trying to think of a better way to phrase it, but he couldn’t. There really was no casual way to ask. He took a deep breath to steady himself. “Can I, maybe, move in with you?”

She stared at him for a moment, eyes wide, before quickly shaking her head.

He must have looked pretty put out, because she rushed to explain herself:

"You’re under emotional duress, darling, it wouldn’t be right to say yes.”

He nodded his understanding and it was silent for a bit before he eventually said: “But, if I asked tomorrow… would you say yes?”

She looked at him for a while, her face unreadable, before she gave him a hesitant smile.

“Well, I already said that you basically lived here. I suppose there wouldn’t be anything wrong with making it official.”

#stalker x stalker #timari #timmari #maribat #timinette #shutterbug #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #tim drake

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hellooo can i request a drabble of uni!au art major tae and biochem major yn? also part one of the would you series is AMAZINGGG seriously i cant wait to read more!! <3

rich kid kim

pairing: taehyung x y/n

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

notes: thank you for the request babes!! writing this made my heart melt and aND!!! thank you omg i’m glad you like would you :((

if you squint or if you’ve read insufferable, this is most probably taehyung and his y/n!!!

taehyung is personally more than willing to pay himself out of this project

oKAY LISTEN

he’s not the proudest knowing that he comes from a rich family and he’s the only kid and he’s never really struggled for much

everything was just given to him without any hesitations whatsoever

and yeah he admits that he can nEVER admit that his pampered and luxurious lifestyle since birth has shaped him to be this way and it’s hard to unlearn these types of things

things were too easy for him and thAt’s what made it hard

tae is the farthest thing from an outcast..,.,.,.,

.,.,. but that’s him in his usual rich boi bubble of elites wherever he goes because he’s surrounded by people like him

hoseok and jimin have got to be his closest friends but of course they pursued business degrees and everyone must’ve probably saw that coming

nobody, however, expected the kim taehyung to pursue a degree based rootly on passion and even major in it

yeah that’s right what are yOU looking at???

he’s an art student and yeah he’s taking this seriously ://

do yOU have a problem with that?? do you?? no what did you say?? step the fuck up ky-

spoiler alert: people do have a problem with that

taehyung could tell that his parents did a complete 180 when they learned through jimin’s noisy-ass mouth (not even through their own son) that he’s gonna be getting an art degree

his dad’s the one who’s most especially disappointed at him because well he’s the only child and uhhhh.,.,.,, so who’s gonna inherit the company now.,.,,,

tae normally feels selfish and this time, he felt like he was being rational rather than being selfish!! this is what he passionately wants!! pls god can i be selfish oNE more time

eventually his parents had no choice because as their son explained,, having an art degree won’t keep him away from the family business at all and he could even expand it!! he doesn’t need a degree!!!

lmao he’s been putting the money he gets on the stock market ever since he was ten years old

and they had to accept it eventually because this is what HE wants and if this is the only thing that he wants... then might as well help him through it, right??

now this is another dilemma

taehyung’s applied at a regular university in which everyone’s blended together and no one really cares about who’s who

it’s not exclusive to people like him.

he submitted his requirements and his portfolios by himself!!

and he got accepted!!

he’s nOT SURE if it’s purely because of his skills and himself and not his parents’ money nor influence

whatever it is, he doesn’t want to know because if it ends up being the answer he doesn’t want?? lol he’d crawl into a hole and mope for a week and would be doomed to wear three-piece suits for the rest of his life

so anyways

yeah..,, this is one of the handful of times that taehyung is completely willing to pay himself out

this project was supposed to be easy enough as what the professor said but uH he’d like to passive-aggressively decline pls and thank you

their final project was to make a portrait

right?? easy!!

a portrait of sOMEONE IN CAMPUS,,, regardless if you know them or not

(( well of course you’d get to know them by the end because yea they’re required to show proof that they indeed met and the model did agree to be painted ))

and by the end of the project, it’s either they keep it to themselves or give it to the model!!

that should be easy, right??

...

....

...... pls say right

oh my god tae should probably drop out now so he doesn’t get to do this

rich people don’t necessarily have to be educated, right???? maybe he’ll just settle into being a himbo

he learned about the meaning of the word through urban dictionary that he tHEN only learned about like six months ago and now he gets so many things

taehyung’s not intimidated by the workload of it all -- in fact, he’s even excited about it because it helps him relax!!

what he’s intimidated about is the fact that he’s kim taehyung and there are only two possible options

either his model would be someone who knows him and would be taking every possible step to ensure that they climb the social ladder through him and they’re not even gonna be dISCREET about it

his model wouldn’t completely care about who he is and in the process belittles him upfront and tbh his hart wouldn’t be able to take that and he’s probably wipe his tears away with dollar bills

there is almost no in-between, that one he’s sure of

so why are you like this?

why are you neither of the two and why are you sO kind and go against his expectations????

do you have an ulterior motive or something????

you who’s a biochem major and is actually another building away from his own

you who’s made the initiative that you become hIS model

you who actually oFFERED and almost begged to be a part of a project that would only be for tae’s benefit

... aha

that’s about -5 points from being a cool laid-back nonchalant gal

+10 for looking like someone who’s had a massively obsessive crush on him since day one and looking like you’d lay his life for him

no but lmao actually you just learned about taehyung in a magazine

you were bored at the dentist’s and scrolled through every possible outlet in your phone and it didn’t satiate you anymore!!! so how about reading a good ol’ magazine :D

then came taehyung

it was a whole issue dedicated to him and you were probably too dedicated into reading it that this time it was you telling the dentist to wait lol

that’s as far as you knew about him

and then you learned just some weeks ago that taehyung happens to study where you also study at and that was.,., inch resting

you never really saw him before around campus because it was too big and well maybe if you put in the effort, you’d actually find him

maybe you had a tiny lil admiration for kim taehyung just from one whole issue alone you read at the dentist’s or whatever

you’ve only known about this final project situation through changbin!!!

changbin, your neighbor at the apartment next to you, who’d crash over whenever his wifi feels the tiniest bit slow

yes you did spend a little more money to upgrade your internet situation (most times it’s the router who makes all the difference) because you were so tIRED of having things slow in the middle of researching for your projects in biochem)

no you will nOT have that <3

and of course changbin’s not having your that shitty wifi either so he pushed you to get that in the first place so he can use it too lmao

he’s told you just a couple of days ago about his final project and that maybe, just maybe, he’d make it into a move for this girl that he likes

nothing’s more romantic than pleading for someone to paint ur face right

and your grade and the decision to whether you’re gonna pass or flunk and graduate or retake are relying on you mostly

and in changbin’s case it’s also hIS heart on the line so yeah no pressure at all luv

“i kinda feel bad for rich kid kim, y’know?”

“what about taehyung???”

“eW do you have a crush on him??”

“addressing someone by their name equals to a crush??????”

your banters never stop because you’re as quick-witted as him and he both loves and hates it

he loves that omg someone can keep up with him and that way he gets challenged to always have the last say!!

he hates that oh god why is he friends with someone who reminds him of himself so much how is hE gonna deal with that??

sometimes he’ll purposely argue with you to fEEL something lmao

but there’s just something here that tells him you’re a little more interested now in this flow of conversation ever since rich kid kim was mentioned

“hm, nothing. i’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a model yet.”

he dodges you in the kitchen to look for peanut butter in your cupboard and oddly... you’re not berating him for decreasing your groceries....?

what does changbin mean by that? whAt model?? model as in taehyung doesn’t have the newest model of whatever car he wants? or maybe he has a model girlfriend and-

hold on wait wHAT

taehyung has a-

“m-model?”

he looks at you weirdly but you don’t even bat an eye when he gets ahold of your marshmallow spread so that he could make another one of his s’mores sandwiches

“uhhhh model as in he doesn’t have someone to paint for our project??”

is that what you wanted to hear or,.,

you and changbin share one (1) brain cell and it SHOWS

the two of you have to open your mouths, then close, then ponder, and then do that aGAIN until the both of you could finally grasp if you were in the same page

“oh cool!! i’ll be his model then!”

“yeah but did he ask”

“it’s gonna be easy!! i’ll just tag along with you to your building”

“yeah but did he aSK”

“we’re probably gonna hit it off instantly and then you’ll have to leech off from someone else for their wifi and food and every other necessity that you already have-”

“yeah but dID HE ASK????”

long-story short: no. taehyung most certainly did not ask you to be his model.

but here you are

saying that you came a long way is a bit of a stretch because taehyung mostly turns his head the other way around when you call out to him in public

progress is still progress :D

you’re eating lunch with him at the same table and this time you’re sat beside him!! when normally he’d just walk home to his apartment (lol that’s not allowed but you won’t be surprised to know that he has a free pass) and eat!!!

before that, taehyung would gLARE at you until you stop asking to sit with him in his table

yea he gets a bit lonely at time because jimin and hobi aren’t with him and hE’S the outcast but he won’t do anything about it,, just scroll through his phone while he eats and tune everyone out

you figured that maybe it’s changbin always linked with you in lunch because your schedules just matched up thAt perfectly like it does with tae’s

hee-hee so you might have elbowed him until he begrudgingly agreed to be tolerable, keep atleast four feet of distance from you, and not call tae rich kid kim

spoiler alert: taehyung doesn’t really care about whatever you do because doing those changes with changbin did nOT work at all

however

H O W E V E R

taehyung doesn’t know at all how you’ve wormed your way into his heart!!

what seem to be cold to you is his warmest he’s ever been in such a new environment and outside of his usual comfort bubbles!!!

it’s like you occasionally stealing the food from his plate when you have the same thing is the equivalent of h*lding h*nds with him

you putting your leg over his before he pushes it after five seconds mUST be the equivalent to marriage

wait he’s lying

taehyung does know how you’ve wormed your way to his heart

“hi! i’m y/n! :D”

ok u are a little bit sweaty and out of breath from doing all that fast-paced walking for the past ten minutes

your new shoes that you still need to break into further aren’t helping your situation in the slightest bit

honestly? this is all changbin’s fault <3

he unknowingly gave you the sign that you were looking for

if he says yeah five times with five minutes?? okay yeah you’re definitely looking for kim taehyung and offering yourself to become his model

you don’t wanna sound weird but you feel sorry for him and you wanna help him :((

he’s not helping you tho because he has long legs underneath those trousers and it looked like he wouldn’t budge at all not unless you jogged and stopped right in front of him

“hi! i’m y/n!! :D”

“...”

“.....”

tae’s a bit... perplexed

because who’s THIS entity and why are you standing in front of him

...

....

“bye y/n.”

he wants to exit from this situation because oh my god??

why r u like this

he didn’t ASK for your name!!

and he doesn’t even know you and giving him your name honestly won’t do anything and he doesn’t get what’s your motive and-

“oh c’mon!! you didn’t even shake my hand :((”

he feels even more lost as he tries to wrap his head around that uh.....

you uh.... you wanted a handshake??

.....

tae doesn’t even hide his annoyance because it’s clear as day!!!

he’s blatantly tilting his head at you rudely with a blank stare omg take the hint pLEASE

realizing it now you mAY have came on too strong to taehyung that looks confused as ever

“hi, i’m y/n.”

changbin’s by one of the lockers taking pics of you beaming at taehyung and him scowling down to show you later how dumb you look and how you shouldn’t do this at all

okay LISTEN

his personality trait is to immediately assume the worst out of every scenario possible and that way when something slightly less worse happens? that’s a win babie ;D

he became ur friend in the first place because you heard him yelling since he’s at the door right next to yours and you could hEAR him throwing things around as he cusses his laptop

yeah he cusses his laptop what about it??

if you close your eyes hard enough, you could hear him throw his router against the wall (you later learned that he was so close to finishing his digitalization but then his laptop decided to die) before punching the air

(( the friendship started when you knocked vERY gently and offered him to borrow your laptop even if you aren’t done with all your homework ))

((( changbin thought at first that u were such an organized and too-friendly social butterfly who’s a kiss-ass to everyone but now he thinks ur the coolest person ever and he treasures you more than life itself )))

although, taehyung’s a lot more vicious and closed-off and critical than changbin

he narrows his gaze at you as you introduce yourself for the second time before merely clicking his tongue

“ok cool”

is that uhm

is that IT good sir

“you’re not,” you’re dancing around your words and being careful to not let a pout grace your lips at the sheer lack of enthusiasm, “gonna introduce yourself to me??”

you got a reaction alright

taehyung sCOFFS and that’s the loudest he’s ever been with you in the span of two minutes

“you followed me for ten minutes just to tell me your name. kinda seems like you already know mine if you do that, no?”

this is why you took up biochem instead of law

how do the lawyers not break down???

why does phoenix wright make it seem SO easy?? especially when he’s spoken to in a confrontal tone???

oh god taehyung broke you already

not to be rude but uh what do you wANT

can you get it over already??

“o-oh! uhm i was wondering if i could uHm,” you sound ridiculous now that you think about it and this is perhaps one of the only times you feel embarrassed, “volunteer to be your model for your project?”

hmm

was that a wrong answer,,,

sHOULD YOU HAVE SAID THAT??

“are you in my class?”

taehyung asks and he’s finally said a sentence to you!!! omg

you’re quite shocked so he had to click his tongue to get you to answer

“no, actually!! i’m a biochem major and-...”

that’s all it takes before he hums and nods his head

and for some reason taehyung looks at you like you’re pREY

“are you a stalker?”

okay wait holy fuck wHAT

you know what

you took a sip from changbin’s coffee half an hour ago but why are you only choking on it nOW

you’re positively sputtering and now ur pressured bc tae thinks you’re a stalker!!! a damn stalker!!

“looked at you long enough. i don’t need a sketch artist and i could just-”

no no no pls no

this meeting is going downhill very quickly

“oh my god taehyung i’m nOT a stalker okay!!!”

that shuts him up because your voice is so firm and okAY then how do u explain this stalker smh ://

throughout the whole time you’re talking about changbin being an art major and also your neighbor and everything in between, tae has such a neutral expression that you feel so intimidated

“-and that’s what!! i’m not taking advantage of you or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking i guess? i swear!!”

he listened and well if he’s being honest,,, okay yea you did make sense and he does know changbin

“okay then. i’ll think about it.”

“are you gonna give me your number???”

it’s either you’re so forward or he’s just not used to being caught off-guard

WHICH FUCKING ONE

“what for?”

it’s been so long ever since someone asked taehyung for his number

usually in galas and any other socialite gatherings you could think of, everyone’s number would just be in your phone automatically and you won’t even rEMEMBER how it got there in the first place

better yet, it’s been so long since he went back to his usual routine lifestyle of being himself

his last gala was two weeks ago and tae had to keep looking at his phone to study pdfs and whatever clear pictures he can get of his reviewers back at home because he had a test tomorrow morning

“so you could text me where we’re gonna meet so you could paint me, silly!!”

okay wOAH there

“i didn’t even say that you’d be my model????”

“lol but you were thinking it huh”

that’s it

taehyung has nO choice but to paint you if he wants to finish this project and graduate and have something of a thicker paper to flaunt

it came as a shock to him that hE took your offer and he could only imagine its effect on you

not to brag but tae didn’t even have to sweat for a little because it’s yOU who came to him with this offer!! not him!!

tae lives in the classiest apartment here in uni and everyone probably knows that

much to his insistence that he doesn’t want anyone from uni going outside his apartment, he had to take an L and invite you over

he wouldn’t risk doing his work in any place else because he doesn’t want anyone thinking and getting the wrong idea!!

speaking of, he’s regretting it now because you seem to be too happy being in his space

you’re pointing around and being awed at every possible thing!!!

what??? is this ur first time seeing a rattan hanging chair :// or a massive couch?? or a canvas painting of something so beautiful?? all of that in what’s supposed to be a student’s one apartment??? christ y/n get yourself together

“so what do you want me to do?? where do i sit oR do i stand instead?? i’m gonna need you to know that-...”

“nothing.” taehyung deadpans before he gets his camera so he could get digital shots as well if ever he needs an extra touch when it comes to his final product

the gears in your head are going bRRR and you’re gonna have to ask him to elaborate but taehyung already sets the pace

“nothing. just be your rEALLY annoying self and pretend i’m not here.”

normally you don’t take his words to heart but this one just hits a little close to home bc it’s early in the morning and taehyung already finds you intolerable

“by pretend, do you mean-...”

“up to you. are you more annoying around me or no?”

how did he read your MIND

tae got the thoughts in your head word per word and you’re so amazed at that because fUcK you originally thought that he’s good at bluffing his way up

click!

it’s you smiling at him

no you’re beaming at him

and you’re in front of his morning-lit curtains and you’re against the light

the portrait itself is already visually appealing and satisfying and man the shadows!!! the value!!!! they’re so raw and dreamy and this is exactly his style!!!

it was just a one-take wonder as soon as he took a picture of you!!! and he may have you to hold that position if he needs the push!! he just needs to translate it to canvas with his own language and emotions and then he’s dONE!!

you’re a pain in the ass

you laugh and you move too much

taehyung had you to to revisit that pose and hold it and you wouldn’t stop giggling bc you were too proud that you did THAT!

you also ask too many things that even hE doesn’t have the answers to

how is he supposed to know if red string lovers exist when you went into a spiel just because you saw a red tube of paint???? and why is he saying his opinions on such trivial things when he has his final project to take care of???

and how is he supposed to know why YOU’RE here hanging out with him instead of finishing your own final project

jk maybe it’s the L word but you’re gonna subdue that as much as possible since taehyung looks like he’d leave you by yourself with any chance that he gets

and you even call him terms of endearment!!! nicknames!! pet names!! names that you’d call someone who’s familiar to you and you probably l*ve!!!

angel

that’s what you call him :))

“why do you call me that?”

“because you look like one”

“and how would yOU know what angels look like??”

“because if they were to exist then you’d probably look like one!!”

“but-”

“ok that’s one minute no more questions taehyung <3″

tae just provides you with all the conviction you need to take care of him without even knowing

not in a maternal type of instinct type of way, but rather in a sPECIAL someone type of way

you find yourself caring for him mOre than you ever could for any regular friend you have!!

you just throw a whole loaf of bread to changbin and call it a day

but for tae??? you go above and beyond!!

“did it ever hit you that rich kid kim never really introduced himself to you?”

oh right....

changbin points out one day and you could see where he was getting at

for some reason he always knew what was in your mind at any given time and sometimes it’s to your disadvantage

you seem to be growing on taehyung though!!

he tolerates you better now!!

sometimes he’ll find you loveable even

he likes having someone around and you’re the perfect contender

if he decides to not talk too much, then you fill up the white noise!!

if he wants you to shut up?? then yOU shut up but of course not without babbling for a little

he’s opened up but with some reservations

some reservations that you don’t mind but it’s normal that you feel sometimes left out, y’know??

because it’s been a good month since you and taehyung properly interacted but he still resents you as much if you think about it

“hey angel!!”

“what is it-...”

taehyung looks up from his meal that he’s been poking at his fork because this has to be the fourth time you call out to him

so he turns to look at you and-

uhm

there seems to be a misunderstanding

you weren’t calling HIM

you were calling out to some other guy that iSN’T him

that’s seungmin!!! omg you haven’t seen him in so long and he just happened to pass by your lunch table!!!

apparently he has something to talk to you about which is why you’re standing up and leaving tae all alone on the table

seungmin’s smile is adorable as always and he gets you in a pretty good mood!!

oh god

dear gOD

what is taehyung feeling in his chEST???

tae’s grip on his fork is starting to get pRETTY tight

and if he’s aware enough, his right eye’s twitching and he’s practically scoffing under his breath

why tf would you call him that

WHO is angel and why is it nOT him anymore????

what he’s feeling is just unexplainable and it tastes something like betrayal

“who’s he?”

he quizzes you as soon as you get back to your table and you don’t waver one bit because you know he’s been asking questions recently

“oh that’s just seungmin!! we were childhood friends then he just transferred here awhile-...”

there’s a bitter taste on his tongue and it shows up in his face and you’re not even paying attention to him!!

“really? thought i was him for a second.”

ok now that got you to stop eating

????

why is he acting weird

taehyung looks even more irked because you look sO oblivious right now

“do you call everyone angel?”

o-oh where is this going

“uhm-”

you’re not even finished and to be honest you’re quite lost and taehyung sCOFFS you to the next century

“‘course you do.”

taehyung angrily finishes his meal and you leave it at that because ok maybe he had a bad day?? and he’s just taking it out on you??

and well tae DOESN’T want you to leave it at that

he wants you to ASK him why he’s mad!!! he’s passive-aggressive and it’s getting unhealthy but he’d rather choke than have him spill whatever he’s feeling

the next few days, taehyung avoids you like his LIFE depended on it

you’re not really bothered by it because he has his days, but this one’s just getting out of control

“are you giving me a time-out or something??”

lmao what did u do now

you nudge him when you see him by changbin’s apartment to borrow an easel even though he’s already got it by his apartment

yeah he’s mad at you and he’s petty but maybe he wants to see you again

tae’s giving you silent treatment and you don’t even question him for it

you don’t bother!!

you’re letting him do whatever he wants as always and he dOESN’T like it anymore!!!

he feels like he’s gonna combust at any given time and you don’t give a shit and he feels like yOU should give a shit because you always do!!

you always hover and worry around him but wHY does he feel like you’re not doing it anymore??

why does he yEARN FOR YOU???

it’s quite an an early night for you

you love biochem but sometimes it kicks your ass and it makes you retch at the mention of all-nighters nowadays!! bc they used to be fun but now doing them because you nEED to?? no thx

you’re already in your pajamas and you’re all washed up!! what could changbin need from you at 9 in the evening??

there’s an urgent knocking on your door and you resist the need to groan because you were about to really knock yourself out!! you need to get back all the rest you’ve wasted over your own final project

is that-

“taehyung?”

the man in question is in his huge yellow hoodie that swallows him up every time and he looks positively spent

his hair’s shaggy and his eyes are glazed and there’s a pink tint to his cheeks :((

he’s holding a baby hydroflask in his hands and you’re pretty sure that’s alcohol in there lol

“don’t call me taehyung!!”

he immediately snaps and you’re lost as aLWAYS

did he really just walk all the way to your complex to snAp at you??

“i’m not taehyung,” he frowns deeply and that’s when you’re a bit more mesmerized, “i’m angel.”

is this what you think it is??

your no.1 deflection move is to laugH and you’re doing that rn

something about this whole situation tickles you funny and you’re not sure what to feel about it

“i like your bottle!! i should get one for myself!!”

he could see right through you though

he ignores your stOOpid statements and goes to hold your hands :((

“no, no. i’m your angel. i-i’m your taehyung, right??”

listen

taehyung is the most confusing being you know and he’s so emotionally constipated that he outperforms changbin but this one,,,

this just feels so different

he’s hugging you

he’s embracing you

he’s burrowing his face to your neck and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t ever imagine what this would feel like :(((

he positively 100% might be in love with you

and you positively 100% might be in love with him too

he’s fishing for your hand by your side to put in between your bodies as he shakes it and that’s because he doesn’t wanna let go of the hug

:((((

you’re melting and this what heaven must feel like :((((

“h-hi. name’s kim taehyung and i’m yours.”

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