#I just know he made a folder of all their cute Skype moments back in the day and he still has it somewhere

[emmathe82nd]

New dan bear lore just dropped, Dan’s fursona would unironically be a spectacled bear.

It’s so him. And it’s so cute!

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Healing - Levi x Reader

Fandom: Attack on Titan Word Count: 1813

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Warnings/disclaim: general Modern/Office-like AU. Mentions of depression, in case anyone is triggered/sensitive to this topic

Author’s Note: Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 12/03/2016. Revamped/edited in 2020.

___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person

Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting.

Story under cut

          Petra was picking papers off of ___’s desk, getting ready to fax them to her.

          “Morning, Levi.”

          “Morning Petra, where is  ___?”

          “She called off, but will work from home starting tomorrow.” Levi knitted his eyebrows together. “I know, she’s never called off. I don’t know what happened, though. She said she’d likely be gone all week and would like the form to start working from home. So if you have anything you need her to do, you can give me the paperwork so I can fax it to her.”

          “We were supposed to have accounts meeting tomorrow,” Levi grumbled.

          “I can give her a call, to see when she can reschedule.” Levi nodded before leaving Petra to her work.

          Levi sighed as he signed papers, that ___ should be looking over. Petra, his assistant, had let him know about how  ___ would like to work from home from now on. He could barely process the thoughts of it and why she didn’t want to come in anymore. It was an option that the company had, but she had never shown interest in it. What was with this sudden change, she didn’t even talk to him about it. Petra knocked at his door, he told her to enter.

          “Sir, ___ sent back all of her numbers and let you know everything about the accounts through email. She also wanted me to tell you. ‘The best accountant in your office isn’t going to leave, but I need to be alone for a bit. I apologize for any inconvenience.’  That’s all she had said, but it seems like she got her work done faster than usual. So I think this may be a good thing.” Petra smiled at Levi.

          “Get me her contact information.” She gave him a confused look. “I’m going to visit her on my way home. I need to know why she wants to change everything and I have some papers I need her to sign.”

          “Yes, sir.” Petra came back in a few moments with the information he requested. “I also wrote where her spare key is, in case she can’t hear you at the door.”

          “Why do you know where it is?”

          “I’ve had to go pick up some things from her when she had scheduled days off. She’s in her backyard a lot, so she doesn’t hear the door.” Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Is there anything else that you may need Mr. Ackerman?” His assistant smiled at him.

          “Do you have any idea why she’s doing this?”

          “No, sir. Last we talked about anything personal; her family was healthy and her fiance was looking into a house for them.”

          “I didn’t know she was engaged.”

          “Oh yeah. She’s been with him for about 5 years.”

          “Oh,” Levi said with a bit of pain in his voice.

          “Sir, don’t feel bad! I know you flirted with her a lot, but I thought you knew she was taken. And you were just teasing her. Like you did in high school with a couple of girls.”

          “It makes sense why she always declined me.” Levi sighed and looked down at the papers on his desk.

          “She always said that she loved your persistence and confidence. That if she wasn’t taken, she would take up your offers for dates. Sir, I still think you should go check on her.”

          “You do?” Petra smiled and nodded.

          Levi pulled up to ___’s house, with his briefcase in hand, he went to knock on her door. After a few moments of silence, he knocked again. He sighed and moved the potted plant on her porch, removing a brick from the house, which was hollowed out with the spare key inside. He quickly unlocked the door and put the key back. Walking inside, he was a bit impressed by how she had styled home and more importantly how clean everything was.

          “Ms. ___?” Levi called out, which was answered with a bark and a husky came bounding around the corner to growl at him. “Hey, you must be Tobi.” He kneeled slightly and held out his hand for the dog to sniff him. Tobi seemed to approve as he turned to walk away from Levi, Levi followed him. 

          Tobi led Levi to the backyard, once ___ was in sight, Tobi ran over to the edge of the pool and started whining at ___. She was floating on her back in her bikini, which made Levi blush a bit. He had never seen her outside of suits or jeans.

          “Tobi! Shush, baby.” The dog whined louder. “I’ll drag you into the pool, don’t make me do it.” She giggled, Tobi yelped at her. “That’s it!” She laughed while fixing her into a standing position but froze when she saw Levi. Her face went aflame as if some tossed red paint on her face.

          “Mr. Ackerman!” She swam up to the edge of the pool, quickly walked over to her patio, and wrapped her towel around herself. Levi eyed her body the whole time, enjoying the view as she did so.

          “Hello,  Ms. ___. I need you to sign some papers, mainly some new accounts, and the form for you to start doing work from home.” Levi made his normal blank stare.

          “Oh, of course! Let me guide you to my office and I’ll change.” Levi gave her a curt nod and she walked back into the house, Tobi walking beside her the whole time. Almost to her office, Levi noticed a room, empty and messy, catching his attention, because of the mess inside.

          “What happened there?” ___ paused for a moment before walking over and closing the door. 

          “Please ignore that room.” Levi decided to ask after he got the signatures. She opened her office door. “Please make yourself comfortable. I’ll be a few moments.” Tobi followed after her as she left. Levi placed his briefcase on her desk and looked over to an accent piece that had pictures on it, noticing one face down. Curious, he walked over picking up the picture, to see ___ in a cute sundress and a guy hugging her from behind. It was very endearing but it only hurt his heart. ___ took the photo out of his hand.

          “Please do not touch my photos.” She placed it back down, making sure it was face down.

          “Why is that one picture face down?” Levi raised an eyebrow at her as she walked over to her desk and sat down.

          “Sir, you wanted me to sign papers. I do not want to share my personal life with you.” ___ stated coldly, it wasn’t the first time she told him this. This time was different, though, her eyes were sad. “Please sit, so we may get the papers done.”

          Levi walked over and opened his briefcase, handing her a folder. “These are our new accounts, I need them put into the accounting system.” She nodded before placing the folder in a basket. “Then this is the paper form we need to fill out for your transfer technically.”

          She took the paper from him, started filling it out, signing it at the bottom. Levi was looking over her shoulder, correcting her on the date. 

          “Sir, we’ve talked about this about 23 times. Personal space and not looking over my shoulder. I don’t like it.”

          “Well, you put down the wrong date so it’s a good thing I am. Also, you didn’t fill out the reason for the transfer.” He noticed she tensed up before writing, ‘personal/family issues.’

          “You need to sign this too.” She handed him her pen, he touched her hand and leaned over her to sign it. “Is there anything else?”

          “How do you want to go about doing our meetings from now on?” He eyed her, she was clearly still wearing her bikini but had a t-shirt and jeans over it.

          “We can email for the weekly meetings and we can do Skype or something for the monthly meetings.” She shrugged. “Do you have a better solution?” She turned in her chair to face him.

          “Yeah, just show up to the fucking office for work.”

          “I could probably come in for meetings.”

          “What the fuck is going on with you?”

          “Sir, I don’t want to let you into my personal life. Work and personal need to be separate.”

          Levi placed his hands on her chair, trapping her there. “___.” He stared into her eyes as she blushed from him saying her first name. “You are an important asset to me. I want to know why my main accountant is staying at home.” 

          “Because I’m depressed, I have been all this time. Now, I can’t function and pretend anymore. I want to be in this, I want to learn how to climb out and I can’t make myself get out my bed let alone go into the office. But I can do my work from my bed.”

          “What made everything go south so badly?”

          ___ teared up. “My fiance found someone else and left me. I’m alone now. I’ve never been alone with my depression and now it’s swallowing me.” A few tears leaking down her face, her bottom lip trembled a bit as she tried to hold back.

          Levi sighed and gave her a small look, placing a hand on her cheek wiping away her tears.

          “It’s his loss, my gain.” Levi kissed her forehead. “Let me heal you.” Levi kissed her gently, she only looked at him, with dismal (e/c) eyes. He glanced at her lips, then to her eyes, he kissed her once more. “I’ve loved you for years. And he’s a fucking fool if he won’t appreciate you, I will.” More of her tears started to escape. “You’re beautiful, even when crying.”

          ___ gulped for a moment, before finally giving in, letting all of the tears go. She reached up, wrapping her arms around Levi’s neck, trying to muffle her cries into his neck. Levi bent down more to pick her up, carrying her to the couch in her office. As he sat down, he placed her on his lap, before wrapping his arms around her tightly.

          “I’ll heal you with the love that I have harbored for years.” ___ rests her head on his shoulder, clinging to him. He couldn’t help but smirk. “I never thought I would be able to hold you, it feels amazing to be here for you.” He kissed her forehead. “Take your time loving me. For now, I want to be your support. Even if you never say that you love me. I want you to be happy, your happiness means everything to me.”

          ___ closed her eyes. “I still want to stay home.”

          “I’ll bring your work every day that you stay at home.” She nodded. “At least you’re mine now.”

          “I never agreed to that.”

          “You will, one day.”

[the-canary]

Pastel Colors - B.B (4/15)

Summary: If only the cute teacher would stop pestering you for a pen.(Library/Teacher AU! Reader/Bucky Barnes)

Prompt: you’re always asking me for a pencil because for some damn reason you don’t know that there is a whole store for stationary—happy birthday here’s a gift card to that store. wait, you work there? what the hell?

Word Count: 2414

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A/N: This is for @bithors writing challenge. i finally get to introduce the fav stationery place and where this story is going, i really love this chapter so enjoy!

Feedback is always appreciated.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Saturday.

“Becca, do you have any more erasable ink pens?” you question coming up the aisle as the young women behind the counter-top thinks for a moment. The skin around her blue eyes crinkling for a moment in though, as her pixie blue hair sways back and forth for a moment.

“In pairs no, but singles should be a little ways back,” she answers pointing to the other side of the story, as you turn and give her a grateful smile. B’s Stationery had been your go-to place for for pens and other such things since you had moved to New York City 5 years ago, and while it was a trip away from your current studio apartment, you always made the trip to Brooklyn on the weekends. The owner, Rebecca Protractor, picked up the shop after her parents retired down to Florida and she continued it as a little extra side income for her and her husband, William, who worked as  sous-chef. She considered you one of her prized customers and even a friend who had unusual attachment to pens and others writing utensils.

“Didn’t you buy pair just last week?” She questions, as you stand next to the counter, eyeing the letter sets and flash drives on display. Neither you nor Wanda had sent a care package to Pietro in awhile, as he roamed throughout Australia as part of his job’s current project.

“The man I told you about last week,” you pause and place a blue and white tropical floral set next to the rest of the items you were going to buy, “He took the black pen and it just feels…”

“...Incomplete,” Rebecca finishes since she already knows what you are going to say. You give her a timid smile, knowing that she doesn’t mean any harm, though you are still a little weary of people knowing too much about you, it usually didn’t end well and all this collecting of stationery was your own coping mechanism but only Rebecca, Wanda, and Pietro knew that.

“No harm, my older brother is kinda like that too,” you quirked an eyebrow at the sudden mention of Rebecca’s older brother. You didn’t know if they were close or not and she didn’t mention him very often as her younger sisters, though when she did it was usually in either pride (he was an accomplished physicist that was once in the NASA program) or anger (he had dropped out of said program and moved back home after his fiancee broke up the engagement).  

“He collects pens too?” you ask, as you pick up your bag as she laughs, before suddenly lighting up with a bright smile on her face like she just had the world’s greatest idea. You try to take few steps back, but she’s already grabbing your wrist stopping your escape.

“I know it’s been awhile, but maybe I can set you guys up,” she smiles at the idea as you frown, “He’s a bit of a nerd, but I’m sure you’d hit it off great!”

“I don’t know…” you murmur, “That teacher wants to meet during weekends since we are both free at that time rather than school hours when he’s busy.”

“Just think about it, ‘kay?” she gives you that smile that you just can’t say no to, and nod your head slightly.

“I’ll think about it, promise.” is all you say as you wave goodbye until next weekend, though you are bit more unsure of coming back now that Rebecca had a certain idea in mind because she was stubborn as a mule when she did.

Sunday.

“So, it’s not a date?” Wanda questions you with Matcha at her side, as you look at the outfit in her full-length mirror. The weather was calling for more fall clothing, so you had decides to wear a long blue knitted sweater with a long-sleeve and jeans. Your friend had given you her approval and so had the true owner of your apartment with a long meow. Though, all your nerves seems to give your old friend the wrong idea.

“No, Wan. It’s not a date, it’s a meeting about the project,” you explain as you grab your bag and double check that you have all your papers, planner, and pencil case once more. She shakes her head as she give the black and white cat a few tummy rubs, Matcha had clearly always liked Wanda more than you.

“I mean..you never know,”she raises her eyebrows in that not-so subtle way, as you let out a groan and hit her with the nearest pillow, clearly not thinking of Mr. Barnes that way.

“I think the guy has to like you first,” you explain, clearly remembering your latest meeting with him, “I think Mr. Barnes thinks I’m pretty incompetent.”

“What the hell do you mean?” Wanda exclaims, causing Matcha to jump out of the bed with an annoyed sound coming out of her mouth. You shake your head, and go about explaining what had happened after the last meeting.

You’re getting ready to leave after all the teachers are done talking with each other when you see Mr. Barnes take the sit right next to you. There’s a frown on his face, as he start drumming one of your pens on desk like a drum. You look at him for a moment, unsure of what he was to say or if he’s here to steal another one of your precious items. He shakes his head slightly before speaking.

“Look, since we’re working as a team now. Maybe we should meet up, so we’re on the same page about all this. So no mistakes are made,” he sighs out the last part like he’s speaking to a child, and you can’t help but feel a little angry. From the corner of your eyes, you can see Natasha watching one as well.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?” you give him your most professional smile, as he goes on about meeting during the weekend since the rest of his week is filled with after school tutoring and Astronomy Club activities, so that you can hash out the finer details of what you both have in mind moving forward.

You are agree, but you not going to be thought of so lowly of if this is a partnership.

“Well, clearly that ass doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Wanda shakes her head as she gives you a small smile,”Just you wait, you’ll be driving him crazy in no time.”

“Wan, stop. You’re embarrassing me.”

It’s close to 3 in the afternoon when you get off the train and set off to a small cafe not that far from the school to meet him. He’s sitting outside with a cup and sandwich on his right and a stake of books on his left, he’s too engrossed in whatever he’s reading to notice you coming up to him. He runs a hand through his brown locks in what seems like agitation, though you can help but notice that he looks nice brown leather jacket and green shirt. You place your bag down on the table, which causes him to jolt from his seat just a little.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Barnes,” blue eyes look at you  for a moment, as if trying to process that you are standing right in front of him, as you give him a tight-lipped smile. When he finally gets it, he starts moving some of his books away, and giving you a bit more space to finally seat down.  

“James is fine,” he replies while putting a set of books down onto the floor, most people don’t seemed bothered by it and you wonder if he does it often in this particular cafe. You’re get caught up looking at the decor of the outside, a semi-shaded area with mostly wooden tables and chairs that gave it that cottage in the city feel, while through the large window you could see at least three bookshelves, which definitely caught your attention. You feel like going inside, but maybe for another time

“I’m sorry. W-What?” you ask for clarification on the statement you certainly missed.

“You can call me James. Mr. Barnes seems a little strange outside of school,” he explains, as you nod before saying the same about your own name. He gets something from his bag and hands it you, saying that’s it’s his proposal, if you wanted to look over it before talking about and future goals. You nod and smile, taking out a plastic bag full of highlighters before taking about a folder and handing it to him.

“What's this?” he looks at the folder before opening and you wiggle in your seat with a smile on your face hoping that the last three days of researching with Natasha and skyping with Pietro over his own field of study were worth it for the confused look on Mr. Barnes, -- no James’ face.

“It’s my own original proposal to Mrs. Potts-Stark and my notes on your own,” you declare, but instead of confusion like you expected, there is an excited smile on his face as he puts on his glasses and takes out one of those multi-colored pens. You glare a bit at the unknowing object, briefly wondering where your own missing pens could be.

It takes the both of you a good hour to go through both documents and throughout you found yourself glancing at the physics teacher’s face wondering what he was thinking as he changed from black to red and then blue ink. However, once or twice you caught an excited smile on his face and you felt your chest flutter with pride, you didn’t know why you wanted to impress him so badly, but you hoped that it was working. By the time, you were both done you had ordered a sandwich with a latte and Mr. Barnes was going through his 3rd couple of coffee.

“You really did your research,” James lets out in breathless excitement over everything he had read, while taking off his glasses, “Some of these are great ideas! It’s just really exciting, ya know?”

“I know,” you smile back behind your floral pattern cup, as he starts explaining what he wants to do with his classes and clubs, integrating the library after winter break at least once a week once the VR tech has been setup. You nod and suggest background research to be integrated into some of the latter courses after testing, so that they can get used to working with the tech and know of its history for a deeper appreciation of the whole experience. Once you’re done taking notes on the discussion, you finds yourself talking his Astronomy Club and how he got into physics, and you quickly learn that James has been a nerd -quite the handsome one- his whole life.  

“So, why did you choose Library Studies as your field?” he questions with curious blue eyes that seems to sparkle gray for a moment under the fairylights surrounding the cafe.

“Mmm...as long as I can remember I’ve always been stuck in the library,” you reply and play with your pen, “The library was like free daycare for my mom, I just couldn’t separate myself from it, still can’t I guess.”

James hums at your answer but say nothing about the loneliness he seems to pick up behind your explanation, instead steering it into another direction, “Then, why don’t you make it more fun? It’s your place, make a Library or Literature Club.”

“I’ve never really thought of it that way,” you remark, remembering that there was really a club beforehand because Mr. Philips’ enjoyed the solitude of the library more than the children towards the end of his career, without a proper say in you didn’t really have a choice but to follow what he said. You sort of continued that after he left, it was only now that it seemed like a good idea.

“I’m sure Mrs. P would approve, she sort of loves you,” he explains with a light grin on his face at the mention of the new principal, and even though you want to correct him on that train of thought, because you saw Mrs. Potts-Stark as nothing but a fair and honest person, you knew that her excitement over the library sort went above everything else if need be.

“Hmm...I’ll think about it,” you admit softly and all James does is nod eagerly like he’s already won.

He seems to be ready to say something else when the familiar sound of David Bowie’s Space Oddity rings between the both of you. You look around for a moment because that isn’t your cell phone melody, but it’s his and you can’t help but laugh as he gives you an embarrassed smile and shakes his head. God, he really was a space nerd! James goes to answering the message he had received, though there is a serious look on his face before he goes back to paying attention to looking at you.    

“I have to go,” he sighs, though Barnes seems unwilling to get up. It causes you to look at him for a moment as he rubs the back of his neck, “I have a double date with Steve and his girlfriend, Peggy.”

“Oh,” is all you can say, as he gives you a disappointed smile, “I guessing you don’t want to go.”

“No, it’s been awhile,” he explains and he looks at you with expectant blue eyes, as if you’re going to ask something else, but you just nod your head since you understand a little of where he’s coming from. He grips and releases his right hand in anxiety, as you slightly tap his palm with your pen. He’s looking at you, but you’re too engrossed with tapping his palm.

“You shouldn’t worried. You seem all right,” you explain without noticing how your words are affecting him, “I am sure you can show anyone a nice time... I mean this was fun .”

“Yeah?” his breathe hitches for a bit, though you don’t seem to catch it.

“Of course, James. I wouldn’t lie.”

It’s another ten minutes of silence before James decides to leave, so that he doesn’t run late and you say goodbye with a small wave before going your own way, completely unsure of the warm feeling building in your heart at the sight of his nervous smile is, but with a familiar black pen in your hand you hope his date goes well.  

Part 5

[brerediddy]

more than survive - chapter 16

The entire afternoon was spent with notebooks strewn across the bedroom and laptops open with reckless abandon. Michael was lying on his stomach, pondering his phone screen with his eyebrows creased and his head aching. Jeremy was resting his neck on the small of Michael’s back, eyes closed and heart racing.

“Are we still against running away?” Jeremy sighed in exaggeration.

“Still going to be a solid no on that one, dude. We can figure this out. Look, I have a plan. Or maybe it’s more like half of a plan, but it’s coming along.”

Jeremy sat up, leaning forward to examine Michael’s notes. “What are you thinking?”

“So, I asked the fanpage for help-”

“The what?”

Michael looked at him as if he was maybe a little dumb and said, “Jeremy, did you forget that I made a whole-ass fanpage for you?”

Jeremy felt his cheeks heating up. Oh. That. “No, I didn’t forget, I guess I just. Just blocked it out, or something.”

“What, are you embarrassed?” Michael said with a teasing edge to his voice. He loved to egg the other boy on and see how cute he was when he got flustered.

“No, it’s just...I have fans. That’s a little scary.”

“Well, don’t get too cocky. They aren’t Jeremy Heere fans, they’re Spider-Man fans. They don’t even know you exist, dude.”

“And that’s the way it should be,” he responded with a small laugh. “Anyway. What was your point?”

“My point?” Michael had forgotten entirely. He turned onto his back and propped his head up on his crossed arms. “Oh, right. The plan. I asked the fanpage for help tracking down information on the SQUIP. I thought that three-thousand minds would be better than two.”

“There are three-thousand fans? Are you shitting me, Michael?” Jeremy put his head in his hands. “So those are all the people I’m in danger of letting down?”

“It doesn’t matter because you aren’t going to.” Michael reached up to pull Jeremy’s hands down from his face and held them gently in his own. “Hey, when I said I believed in you, I meant it. You got this. We’re going to fix this together.”

The smaller boy let out a breath and shrugged. “Fine. Okay. Whatever you say.” He leant down for a quick kiss, which Michael happily obliged.

After they broke apart, he went on to explain his plan once more. Michael sat up to level himself with Jeremy. “So the fans were able to track down this guy named Sebastian Iscariot. Apparently, he was a scientist who used to work for the SQUIP. He went rogue a while back and he’s been trying to get some sort of message out, but the SQUIP keeps blocking him somehow.”

“Sebastian Iscariot? Were you able to find him?” Jeremy asked with great intrigue.

“I tracked him down. I sent him an email but I haven’t heard back yet. I asked him what he knew about the SQUIP and the pill he was interested in developing.”

“So, what now? We just have to wait and see if he responds?” Jeremy wasn’t especially fond of the concept of sitting around and doing nothing while the SQUIP was out wreaking havoc.

“I don't know what else we can do. I mean, if this Sebastian guy is devoted to getting his message out, I’m sure we’ll hear from him.” Michael cleared his throat and added, “Besides, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go out there without knowing what the SQUIP really wants.”

“Maybe I could distract him. Keep him occupied, y’know?” His blue eyes lit up and the prospect of actually doing something and he began to ramble. “What if I caught up to him and used myself as a block? He’d have to get through me before he could even begin to worry about the pills.”

The bigger boy shook his head. “No, Jeremy, listen,” he begged. “Do you hear yourself? You just want to go up against the SQUIP as a simple distraction? Not as an end to this fight?”

“Whatever I have to do to give you more time to figure this out.”

“No, Jere. No.” Michael let out a long breath and met Jeremy’s eyes. “I’m not letting you fight him again without a plan. He almost killed you. You could be dead right now.”

“But I’m not—”

“He almost killed you, Jeremy. Do you understand? I can’t lose you. I can’t.” Michael took off his glasses to rub at his eyes for a moment. “If you insist on confronting him with some impulsive vigilante action, that isn’t going to work. We need to be smart about this.”

Jeremy sighed. He knew Michael was right, as much as it pained him to admit it. He was itching for a fight, itching for this to be over. But it was true that if he just started throwing punches, that wouldn’t solve anything. They had to have a plan.

He needed to stop being an impulsive teenager and start acting like a superhero.

“Sorry. You’re right,” he amended, taking Michael’s hand in his own. “You’re so smart. If I had let you in sooner, you could have solved all of this by now.”

“I doubt that but I’ll take the compliment,” the other boy grinned, pressing a small kiss against Jeremy’s pale cheek. “I know you’re anxious. We just need to wait on this final puzzle piece before making our move, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he nodded. Jeremy ran his free hand through his hair and said, “Michael?” At his best friend’s hum of acknowledgement, he said, “Thank you for helping me.”

“I’d do anything for you, you know that,” Michael said sincerely. The sweetness in his voice made Jeremy’s stomach do aerobatics.

In the middle of the moment, Michael’s laptop produced a ding! Both of the boys stalled completely to look over.

“Do you think that’s—”

“It could be,” Michael said, fumbling to put on his glasses and open his email at the same time. His eyes scanned the page frantically. “It’s him. He wants to Skype and gave me his username. Says he can’t risk sending anything over email.”

“Oh my god, call him, call him,” Jeremy spoke.

“On it,” Michael responded. He was already frantically typing the scientist’s information into his computer. A moment later, the line was ringing. Jeremy and Michael arranged themselves into a respectable seating position, with their legs folded underneath them. The line rang and rang and rang and then:

A man picked up. The first notable feature was his wild blonde hair, wisps sticking up all over the place. He had bright green eyes and laugh lines, but the dark lighting of his room made both of those things seem much more sinister than they were. He was younger than Jeremy had been expecting. However, maybe that was just the fault of pop-culture for instilling a very different idea of “mad scientist” into his brain. Sebastian was wearing a gray sweatshirt and held onto a file folder in front of the webcam.

“Mr. Iscariot?” Michael ventured, looking for a response.

“Mr. Mell, nice to meet you. Prove to me you aren’t working with the SQUIP,” the man responded instantly. He didn’t blink.

“Um,” Michael said.

Jeremy cut in, “I’m Jeremy, sir. I recently...crossed paths with the SQUIP. He tried to drown me.” He could almost feel Michael stiffen at the mention of the incident. However, it seemed to appease Sebastian. He studied the two closely for another moment before his posture relaxed ever-so-slightly.

“Why?”

“Um,” Jeremy began uncertainty. “I’ve been...in his way, recently. I took one of the pills.”

“You took one?” Sebastian’s eyebrows raised towards his forehead. “And you’re okay?”

“Apparently,” he shrugged. He looked to Michael, who was eyeing him with suspicion.

“Why wouldn’t he be okay? What’s the pill for?” Michael prompted.

Sebastian licked his lips, eyes shifting to each corner of the room. “I started working for the SQUIP years ago. He needed my help in developing a completely new technology. He said it would change the way the world works. I-I didn’t know any better at the time. I was young, I had just gotten my first job in a lab. I thought I should just do what he wanted.”

“What did he want?” Jeremy asked. He chewed on his lower lip nervously.

“He wanted something akin to, well, mind control.”

Jeremy sucked in a deep breath and Michael’s brown eyes widened. “What do you mean, mind control?” Michael asked.

“The SQUIP wanted to put a piece of himself in this pill, part of his being. We used a bit of his DNA and supplemented with some of his cognitive processes. The other part of the pill was a neurotransmitter. Something to send and receive messages.”

“The SQUIP had you build a mind control device and you just went with it?” Jeremy asked indignantly. His hands turned to fists out of view of the webcam, his eyes narrowing at the man.

“I didn’t want to. It didn’t feel right. Around the time that he started bringing in test subjects, I backed out. I couldn’t do it anymore. We never perfected the technology, though. I never helped him finish it.”

“But I did,” Jeremy mumbled, unfurling his fists. He could scream. He couldn’t believe he had been so stupid. “I helped him with his tests. I was his willing subject.”

“What are you talking about, boy?” Sebastian asked, his green eyes darkening.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he blurted out. Michael pawed at Jeremy’s hand, trying to warn him to stop, but he didn’t. “He was blackmailing me and he had me work with him. He would make me show him how my powers worked and how much I could do. Then, he made me take a pill. He said I would be his test subject. Nothing happened, though, and I think that’s what pissed him off. After that, he tried to kill me.”

Sebastian tilted his head, analyzing Jeremy through the screen. It was uncomfortable. It felt all too vulnerable. Then, he spoke. “Good.”

“Excuse me?” Michael questioned with an edge in his voice.

“If I had to guess, I’d say he knew his mind control doesn’t work on you because of your powers. I imagine that’s why he was so interested in learning about you, so he could figure out how to beat you. But it still didn’t work, even when he updated the technology and made you try it. He wouldn’t have been so invested in getting rid of you if he didn’t think you were a threat.”

“I guess that makes sense. If he could get rid of me, then it wouldn’t matter whether or not the pill worked on me.”

“Precisely.” Sebastian squared his shoulders and said, “I’d wager that he was hoping to turn you into a soldier for him. Someone as powerful as you, under his command? He’d really be unstoppable. When that didn’t work, he had to figure out a new plan.”

Jeremy swallowed. He could have been turned into some mindless drone. He shook away the thoughts and inquired, “So, what do you think his plan is?”

“Oh, I know what his plan is. It’s been his plan from the start,” Sebastian said darkly. “I was just too stupid to see it. He wants to distribute the pills as some kind of supplement. Control the masses. Then, he can control the city.”

Jeremy countered with, “Who would be stupid enough to fall for that?”

“Oh shit,” said Michael, having worked it out for himself. He stood up quickly and ran to his desk, rummaging through the stacks of paper on top of it. He found a newspaper from the day before and held it up, flipping through the pages quickly. “Shit.”

“What is it, Mr. Mell?” Sebastian intoned.

“Here, right here,” he pointed out the article to Jeremy. “Some hot-shot doctor is offering a free sample of a new vitamin. He swears by it, says it improved his life. He personally vouches for it and...so does the FDA? They’re working on pushing it through the necessary trials. Why would they do that, if they know it’s not a vitamin?”

Jeremy raised a brow and said, “The SQUIP’s threatening them, I’ll bet.”

“A bunch of federal employees are scared of one guy?”

“He can be very...convincing,” the smaller boy said, the words caught in his throat. Michael noticed and rested a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“Where is this free vitamin being distributed?” Sebastian asked.

“Town Hall Center. During the Inventor’s Expo,” Michael read aloud. “Holy shit, it’s happening this afternoon. They’re unveiling the pill at the end. All of New Jersey will be there.”

Sebastian sighed. “Looks like Spider-Man will be, too.”

Jeremy nodded. “Thanks for all of your help, Mr. Iscariot. I’ll put an end to this.”

“I know you will. It’s too bad that you’re a kid, though. God, I thought Spider-Man would be an adult.”

“Tell me about it,” Michael quipped.

“This shouldn't fall on your shoulders. I’m sorry it does, Jeremy,” Sebastian mused. “You’re a much braver man than I was back then.”

“Thank you, Mr. Iscariot.” Jeremy gave a solemn nod.

The call ended and Michael turned to Jeremy. He wrapped his arms around the lanky boy, burying his face in his neck. “God, Jeremy,” he breathed. “I can’t believe this is your life.”

“Me neither,” he said softly. He squeezed Michael a little tighter and added, “Guess I better go suit up. I need to take this guy down before the Expo is over.”

They broke apart and Michael perked up. “Jere, what if your plan earlier was actually on the right track? The whole distraction technique?”

“What do you mean?” Jeremy asked, tilting his head in the way that the other boy found adorable.

“What if you distract him long enough for me to get a message out?”

“Are you talking about the fanpage?”

Michael nodded enigmatically. “If I can warn three-thousand people and tell them to pass it on, we may have less of a problem than we thought.”

“You’re a genius,” Jeremy complimented before kissing him. “You do that. Make sure no one takes the pill. I’ll take care of the SQUIP.” He turned on his heel to leave but Michael caught his arm easily.

“Be careful, please,” he requested, a tinge of sadness to his voice. “I want to see you in one piece when this is all over.”

“Of course,” Jeremy promised. “Anything for you.”

One kiss later, he was suited up and heading for Town Hall Center.

[onceuponanolicity]

Sara confronts Oliver. Oliver gets to see Felicity one last time, despite avoiding her, before he leaves on the Gambit.

                                                  Oliver was ready for the longest summer of his life to end. He never would have thought that spending time with Laurel and Tommy, practically twenty-four seven, would be tedious but it was. Maybe it wasn’t so much the company but the way he spent it. Or did not spend it. While parties had been plentiful they always seemed lackluster because one element was constantly missing. His heart. Somewhere along that video conference with Felicity he lost it.

           Oh, he still loved Laurel. It was a different kind of love. One that he could hardly explain. Something beyond friendship, but nowhere near the depth of feeling that hit Oliver hard during those rare instances when Tommy did not censure himself and mentioned Felicity’s name.

           Swearing softly, Oliver entered his bedroom for the rest of his luggage. His driver was downstairs awaiting his arrival to head to the airstrip for his trip to his newest college. One that Oliver was determined to stay in all year because Stanford was as far from Felicity as he could get and still be out of Starling.

           “Ollie.”

           Turning sharply with his hand still on the handle of his door, Oliver discovered Sara sitting on his desk. “What are you doing here?”

           Sara studied him as she swung her legs. However her casual pose was deceptive if her face was any indicator of her feelings. “I know it was you.”

           “What?” Oliver could not be any more confused. He had hardly seen Sara all summer. It came part and parcel of avoiding her best friend. “What are you talking about?” He had no idea where she was going with her question.

           “Laurel’s computer. You did it. You called Felicity.”

           There was no way to stop the holy shit expression from landing on his face. After all this time with no one saying anything, Oliver had thought the whole thing dead and buried everywhere but his subconscious. And his dreams. Oh, the dreams. Stop it, he reprimanded himself. He could not go there.

           Sara jumped off the desk and stalked over to where Oliver was still rooted to the spot. The only thing he had managed since seeing Sara sitting there was close his door. She crossed her arms as her eyes narrowed and her brow furled. “Felicity tracked the IP address. It was definitely Laurel’s laptop.” Sara circled around him. “Only one problem. Laurel cannot remember ever calling Felicity on Skype during your trip to France.”

           Sara snapped her fingers and pointed at him. “But funny thing is, when I happened to say something in regard to why you guys never called except for those couple of times to Tommy he laughed and asked about that time when you were supposed to call Felicity to tell us that you were heading home. He even said that you called him to specifically get her account.” Sara rubbed her chin. “But you supposedly never called Felicity.” Her eyes shot up to his. Blue flames licked up at him from their depths. “Unless you did.”

           Oliver swallowed hard and tried to joke it off. “Are you sure you’re not the one becoming a lawyer?” He tried to laugh, but even to himself it seemed stilted. “You’d be damn good at interrogations.”

           “Stop trying to be cute, you pervert.” Sara shoved at him and he stumbled slightly. “That call lasted over twenty minutes. Do you even know how devastated Felicity is knowing someone saw her doing that? She’s still waiting for the consequences to bite her.” Oliver groaned. Biting and Felicity should never be in the same sentence after what he saw. “She said she was never going to show her face back in Starling again.”

           “I…” Oliver swallowed hard. There were no words he could give her. And any that he may have thought of deserved to be said to Felicity.

           “I seriously thought about going to my father with this,” Sara told him. “Felicity would be devastated and Laurel might get in trouble because it was her computer you used. Those are the only reasons that I haven’t. Not for you.”

           Sara’s glare pierced through Oliver. It hurt. More than anything else did. Oliver ducked his head. He had caused so much chaos by not being able to look away. By not turning off the computer when he should have. “I can’t…”

           “God! There is something seriously wrong with you.” Sara threw her hands up in the air. “I cannot believe I even crushed on you. Even for a minute.”

           Oliver bit back a smile, even though the situation was anything but humorous.

           “What?” Sara’s glare was practically murderous.

           “For a second you sounded just like her.”

           “She’s my best friend,” Sara said shaking her head. “I’m sure she sometimes sounds like me, too.” With her hands on her hips and her chest heaving, she stood in front of him. When she closed her eyes and shook her head, Oliver suspected the conversation was almost over. He was right, because Sara chose that moment to stomp around him.

           Oliver caught her arm. “I don’t plan on seeing her again. Even though I should apologize.”

           “Damn straight,” Sara said over her shoulder. “You’re not worthy of her.” Sara’s head turned so she could glare at him then down at his hand which still held her arm. “Stay out of her life, Ollie. Let her find someone else.”

           Just the thought of Felicity with someone else almost made Oliver break out in hives. Someone who would caress her, love her, hold her when she needed to be touched. That person could never be him. Dropping his hand from Sara’s arm, Oliver scrubbed his hands over his face. Nothing was resolved in that movement, other than the knowledge that he needed a shave, so they fell back down to his sides.

           Oliver had screwed up too many times. Stood back so often allowing any other guy to step into the place he coveted. And Felicity deserved so much more than what he was willing, or able, to give her. “She should.”

           “She should?” Sara blinked up at him in disbelief.

           Oliver nodded at her before his eyes raised up at the ceiling that he fully expected to fall on top of his head. “Yes. She should find a great guy and be happy.”

           Sara shoved his arm drawing his attention back down to her. “One day you’re going to wake up, Ollie, and she’s going to be gone forever.”

           “I know.”

           “You’re an idiot.” Sara grabbed the door yanking it open so she could exit and slammed it behind her.

           Oliver leaned forward with one arm propping him up while he let the deep gaping breaths invade his body. It was not enough. Slipping to the ground, Oliver turned to lean against the door, his head buried in his hands. He let the best thing that his life may ever know go. Gift wrapping her for some other guy. Oliver could only hope the guy knew what kind of gift he was receiving.

OQFSOQFSOQFS

           Felicity was content. Maybe not completely happy, but comfortable. She and Cooper were finally dating and it was nice. Cooper was a great guy who completely understood her and supported her work and hobbies. He was the one who encouraged her daily. But he would never be Oliver.

           Shaking her head, Felicity dismissed that destructive thought. Her life was in a great place. There wasn’t much more she could ask for other than more visits from her best friend. Sara’s last visit had been around her birthday. A wild weekend where Donna and Sara had flown up to Massachusetts to celebrate Sara’s twentieth birthday and the holidays at the same time.

           Now it was almost Spring break and Felicity sat there at her computer debating her options. The last conversation Felicity had with Sara, she had just met a great guy at this dive bar she snuck into with some friends and was going with him down to Florida for the week. Cooper had suggested she head with him up to Iowa to spend the time with his family. And Donna had only just called a few minutes ago to beg Felicity to come home and spend the week with her. Then there was always the option of staying at school and working on paper she needed to begin her Master’s. Iowa or Starling or here? There was not much of a choice to make. Starling was a pitfall. It contained someone that Felicity never needed to see again and that person was not her mother. Iowa seemed nice. Different. But was she ready to take the leap and meet Cooper’s family? Probably not.

           Felicity sighed and opened the file folder on her computer. That left her starting on the proposal for her Master’s thesis.

OQFSOQFSOQFS

           It had been over a year since Oliver had seen Felicity on Laurel’s computer screen. Yet, his finger hovered over her name on his phone. He did not know why but she was the first one he thought of when confronted with his latest college pitfall. Oliver needed to hear her voice. For her to tell him it was going to be okay.

           Tossing the phone on the bed next to him, Oliver buried his face in his hands. God. What was wrong with him? It had been so long and yet he still wondered what she was doing and with who. There was something seriously wrong with that.

           “Ollie?”

           Looking up, Oliver noticed his little sister peeking around the corner of his door. “Speedy, what are you doing here? I thought you were getting dressed?”

           Thea was having a Halloween party in thirty minutes. One that Oliver had agreed to help supervise with his father out of town. Then his mom had sprung the fact that she also needed to head out for an emergency meeting and that he’d be the one left in charge of the kids.

           He had been on his way in when his mom had greeted him at the door. She kissed him and told him about her new plans. Ones that she regretfully could not get out of.

           His mom had admired his new suit and told him how handsome he looked. She kissed his cheek and assured him that she had requested backup in the form of Sara. The two of them would be looking after the kids together. Oliver assured her things would be fine and that he and Sara could handle things.

           “I was,” Thea said. She scurried in and plopped down on the bed next to him, jumping slightly. “Sara called.”

           Oliver had thought he had heard the phone ring. “And?”

           “She’s not coming.” At Oliver’s look of disappointment, his sister grabbed a hold of his arm and hugged him. “It’s okay. She said she’s sending her friend over in her place because she had to go into work.”

           “That’s fine,” Oliver replied, though he did wonder which of Sara’s friends was coming. He knew most of them even if he wasn’t exactly friends with them himself.

           “Great.” Thea jumped up off the bed and smiled at him. “Felicity should be here any time now. I haven’t seen her in years, I’m so excited.”

           The door shut behind her leaving Oliver alone as his mouth gaped open. Felicity? Here? Oliver could feel his brain short circuiting. The rest of him was fully functional however. On autopilot, he made his way over to his closet where Raisa had laid out his costume. Thea was having a party where everyone had to dress up in some sort of costume that matched her own mermaid attire. So there would be mermaids and pirates a plenty. Oliver’s mind went on a tangent as it pictured Felicity dressed up in a long tail and nothing else. Her long black hair draped artfully over her shoulders while her pink nipples peeked out from behind the strands.

           Stripping quickly, Oliver pulled on the pirate costume with a renewed vigor that he had not felt since he had arrived back in Starling City a week ago. A smile played across his face as he stood in front of the full length mirror and adjusted the dreadlocks on his head. Oliver was a perfect Jack Sparrow, complete with the eyeliner. A cocky pirate was right up his alley.

           Oliver was ready. Taking a couple of deep breaths, Oliver reached for the door. His hands shook as he turned the knob. He was not quite sure if he was ready to confront Felicity all of a sudden. Oliver did not know what his reaction would be when he finally saw the seventeen year old in front of him. What he could not do was push her against a nearby wall and ravish her mouth. He’d leave that for his dreams later that night.

           “Ollie, c’mon. People are here,” he heard Thea call out from the other side of his door as she ran past.

           Speedy was always on the run. That’s how she earned her nickname in the first place. If she wasn’t chasing after him and Tommy, then she was following some great adventure of her own. She wanted to be in the middle of everything. God, he loved his little sister.

           It was that love that made him shore up his nerves. He could not make a wrong step tonight. He did not want to ruin this night for her. She meant so much to him. Thea was the only other person he missed daily in his life. Which was part of the reason he had agreed so readily, even a month ago before he was kicked out of Stanford, to help host the party.

           Heading out his door, Oliver followed the path that would take him downstairs. However, he stopped dead on the landing when he spotted the lithe form of Felicity Smoak. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. He was beyond thankful that the bannister hid majority of his lower half from the view of anyone down below. Oliver might be wearing loose pirate pants, but even those were being challenged by the erection that was beginning to form.

           Felicity was down at the door jumping up and down in excitement along with his sister as they greeted some of the other kids who were arriving. The short skirt Felicity had on bounced up past the curve of her ass. Sure she had some sort of skin colored leotard on underneath, but that didn’t detract in any way. In fact, it only allowed Oliver’s imagination to run even more rampant. The brown leather dress she wore barely covered the roundest part of her even when she stood still. It made her legs look like they went on for days.

           The outfit was meant to draw a man’s attention for sure. It was only long enough to cover her major assets. And even then it held two slits up either side right up to her hips. At her slim waist was a blue stitched belt that held a bunch of turquoise stones in an intricate pattern. Her black hair, which before held traces of purple, was now streaked blue to match that belt. It was braided together allowing that blue to shine through. Some sort of headband wrapped around her forehead with a jaunty feather poking out.

           When she turned slightly, he finally saw the front. The dress was cut low in a V pattern that went straight down to her waist. Luckily, that nude leotard was there to preserve her modesty because Oliver was sure just about any guy who hit past the age of puberty would be wondering if he could slip his hand inside otherwise. And Oliver was damn sure past puberty. So it was no surprise that he was already thinking that if that leotard wasn’t there his own hands would be there molding and shaping her pert breasts readying them for the onslaught of his tongue.

           Yelling at himself to stop, Oliver griped the bannister hard. He was hard enough to be driving nails into the wood in front of him. Not exactly the best look when you had to go downstairs and greet a bunch of pre-pubescent children and their parents. Taking a deep breath, Oliver tried his best to think of the least sexy things he could to relax his body. When he had a chance he’d sneak off and grab a drink from his dad’s liquor cabinet. That should settle him down.

           Satisfied he was decent enough, Oliver descended the stairs. “Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.” Well, the rum was a good idea at least. Maybe he could run around with an entire bottle and claim it was part of his costume. If he had to look at Felicity dressed like that all night and not touch her, he might just need it. “Happy Halloween.”  

          “Ollie!” Thea threw herself into his arms. “You look great.”

           “Thanks, Speedy.” Oliver set his little sister back on the ground carefully so he would not mess up the crepe tail that she wore. He gave her his best pirate leer causing her to laugh. He nodded at Felicity. “And who be yer friend?”

           “Ollie,” Thea scolded as she pulled Felicity over by her arm. “It’s Felicity.”

           Oliver bowed carefully so he would not lose his hat or hair. “And who are ye dressed as, me lady?”

           Felicity, who seemed hesitant at first, smiled at him and curtsied. “Princess Tiger Lily.”

           “Who?” Oliver really had no idea who Felicity was supposed to be, but by the expressions on both of the girls’ faces he should have.

           Thea smacked at his arm. “From Peter Pan. She was the Indian princess.”

           “Right. Of course.” Oliver apparently needed to brush up on his Disney. He do that with Thea over the coming month or two.

           Another knock sounded on the front door. When Thea went to reach for the door, Oliver stopped her. “Why don’t you and Felicity join your other guests? I’ll get the door.”

           Thea graced him with a brilliant smile. “Thank you, Ollie.” She latched onto Felicity who he had hoped to escape from for a moment while he recovered from her being so close after so long. “C’mon, Felicity.”

           Watching his immediate problem walk away, Oliver let out a sigh. He pulled open the door and began to greet the guests.

           About the time Oliver wished he had not agreed to the party because there were so many screaming kids, the last guest arrived. Chrissy Farriday and her mother, Tina. Chrissy barely waved as she ran past him to join in on the fray that was happening under Felicity’s supervision in the other room. That left him alone with one of the youngest moms. Her brown eyes ate him up. Every inch of him, especially the part of his shirt that lay open. Oliver felt like a lollipop that had been denied from a child.

           “Hello, Oliver.”

           “Tina.” He touched the brim of his hat refusing to bend in any way while she stood there.

           “Nice costume.”

           Oliver scanned Tina from head to toe. It was only fair considering how she had already catalogued every detail of him. The short black sheath dress should have been too cold to wear considering the temperature outside. However she looked more than warm enough. “Nice dress.”

           Tina stepped up to him on her sky high heels. She ran a finger across the part of his chest that was exposed. “Looks better off.”

           Oliver swallowed hard. Ever since her divorce six months ago, she had not been pulling punches about what she wanted. And what she wanted was him in her bed. Okay, so technically a bed was not exactly necessary. “Would you like to stay?”

           And that’s when Oliver knew he had lost his damn mind. As if having Felicity around in such an erotic outfit was not enough, Oliver had now encouraged a thirty year old single mother to stay with the implication something could happen between them. All during his little sister’s Halloween party. Fuck! Oliver rubbed at his face. He had gotten in too far the second Tina agreed to his proposal and shut the door behind her.

           She followed him into the room filled with laughter and screams. Clapping, Oliver drew everyone’s attention. “There are games set up outside.” There were groans because of the cold chill that had invaded the air over the last few days. “Heaters have been put out there, along with tents to keep everyone warm.” This brought cheers. “Let’s have a party.”

           The girls, and a few boys, ran toward the back doors. Felicity stood by the doors encouraging them to slow down and file out so no one would be run over. A small girl with glasses tripped and Felicity reached down and helped her up and brushed off her pirate princess costume. Oliver could almost picture Felicity doing the same thing in about ten years with her own daughter. Their daughter.

           Oliver shook the dangerous thought away and continued to watch Felicity with his hungry gaze as she set the girl’s hat back on at a jaunty angle. Oliver could not have stopped smiling if he was threatened with death.

           “She’s cute,” Tina said from next to him.

           “Yes. She is.”

           Tina laughed. “I have a feeling we are talking about two different girls.” Oliver turned to look at her. “That’s okay,” Tina told him with a shrug. “I can see the appeal.” Tina waited until Felicity followed the last kid out and ran a hand up his arm. “Have you fucked her yet?”

           Oliver stepped away from her, slightly turned off by her bold statement. “No.”

           “But you want to. I can see it on your face.” She brushed her long ash blonde hair from her face and tapped a long painted nail to her lips. “What’s her name?”

           “Felicity.”

           Tina scanned the room making Oliver do the same. Everyone had definitely left, leaving them alone. Tina walked up to him and gripped his hips pulling them so that they connected with her gyrating ones. “Fuck me and picture her. Call me Felicity.” Tina pointed out the glass doors to where Felicity was organizing a game of tag. Tina circled around him and pressed herself to his back. “Watch her. Don’t take your eyes off her and use me to fuck her like you want to.”

           Oliver walked away. Tina was crazy. Making his way to the liquor cabinet, Oliver unlocked it and grabbed the bottle of rum that he had already planned on drinking. Cracking open the new bottle, Oliver took a deep drag of the amber liquid, relishing the burn. Tina extracted the bottle from his hand and took a sip of her own before handing it back. Her suggestion was nuts. So, why was his body responding to the thought as if it was the best idea he had heard yet?

           After drinking deep, Oliver set the bottle down and grasped Tina by the hair harshly. He slashed his mouth over hers. Tina panted into his mouth as her tongue warred with his. Oliver had never treated a woman like this, but he was pissed off. Maybe if he scared her away, this would all end. But Tina only seemed to enjoy it and so did he if he was honest.

           He walked her backwards while their mouths fought for dominance. When he reached the wall next to the glass doors, he tugged her up so her hips would match up with his. Her wetness permeated his own slacks. She pulled her dress up and Oliver realized she did not even have on underwear. Fuck. Oliver groaned. That was hot.

           “Oliver,” Tina groaned against his lips.

           “Shh.” He could not hear her voice right now. It was too far from the softness of Felicity’s. “Turn around.”

           She slid down and leaned against the wall. Her ass popped up invitingly. Oliver glanced out the glass door and his eyes found Felicity in an instant. She was bending down helping a little boy with his shoe. Her braid fell over her shoulder and the boy played with it, snaking it through his fingers. Felicity laughed at whatever the boy said.

           Oliver grasped Tina’s hair and jerked her back sharply so he could suck at her neck while he released his erection from his pants. “How hard do you want to do this?”

           “Hard.”

           Spreading the cheeks of her ass, Oliver slid his length through the globes, stroking himself between the plump flesh. “I need to fuck you, Felicity. I’ve been dying to do it for a year now.”

           “Then fuck me.”

           Oliver was about to push inside when he paused. “I don’t have a condom.”

           “In my purse,” Tina told him. She nodded to a black bag nearby.

           Oliver grabbed the purse and brought it to her while his hand stroked his length. He wanted so badly for it to be Felicity’s hand. He wanted Tina’s body to be hers. If he could just pretend for just a little longer…

           Tina pulled out a condom and slid to her knees. She placed the plastic around him. “Think of her,” she told him right before her mouth closed around his bobbing erection.

           Closing his eyes, Oliver pictured Felicity with her mouth around him. He’d be clenching that braid in his hand ready to pull her up before he came. Oliver reached out and grasped the strands of Tina’s hair and shoved farther and deeper into her mouth. She gripped his ass and rode with him. Right when he thought he was about to topple over the edge she eased him out and stood up.

           Curses escaped his lips thinking she was going to leave him like this. But Tina went back to her original spot with her ass in the air. “Eat her, Oliver.”

           It was Oliver’s turn to fall to his knees. And damn if he didn’t think of Felicity spread across that bed in Vegas as she pleasured herself while he ate Tina out. Oliver pictured Felicity’s juices coating his tongue. Her wetness dripping over his fingers. His thumb plugging Felicity’s ass as she screamed out his name.

           Rising, Oliver was about to enter Tina when his eyes locked with Felicity’s. He saw the blush stain her cheeks even from the distance that separated them. She knew exactly what he was doing. It should have shamed him, but it only excited him further. Because she had no idea that in his mind she was the one here in front of him.

           Slamming into Tina hard, Oliver had to hold onto the wall to remain upwards, while his other bit into her hips. “You feel so good. So fucking tight.”

           “Say my name.”

           “Felicity.” A few more pumps and he shot over the edge. “FE-LI-CITY!”

           Oliver rested his head on the sweaty back of his partner. Her hair stuck to his face but he did not even care. It was the release he did not know he needed. The one he craved for far too long.

           Tina shimmied down her dress after nudging him off. She smiled at him and patted his cheek. “Felicity is one lucky girl when she decides to take you up on that offer.” Tina glanced out the window and Oliver almost wanted to tell her not to look at Felicity at all. “Honestly, she doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

           “She might have an idea,” Oliver mumbled more to himself than to her. Going over to the liquor cabinet, he grabbed a towel and cleaned himself up the best he could.

           Tina pinched his ass when she came to stand by his side. “Next time, Felicity wants that up her ass.”

           Oliver’s head swiveled sharply. “There is no next time.”

           Her eyes narrowed. If possible her face grew almost ugly with the way her face screwed up in her anger. “I’m probably the only woman who would ever let you think you’re fucking your love interest while fucking me without issue. I doubt your Laurel is so cooperative.”

           “Leave Laurel out of this.”

           “Apparently, you already have,” Tina said with a snarky chuckle and a pat to his cheek. “See you around, Mr. Queen.”

           No sooner had the woman left than Oliver grabbed for the liquor bottle he discarded earlier. The party was long forgotten as he swilled down the hard liquor like water. He needed it to cleanse himself of what he just did.

           Felicity found him there about an hour later. He smiled up at her from the chair he settled in. He saw her note the empty bottle at his feet and the new one that lay between his legs. He smiled up at her. “If it isn’t Princess Lily.”

           “Tiger Lily,” she corrected him with a frown on her face. “Are you drunk? You were supposed to be helping with the party.”

           Oliver shrugged. “You could help me.”

           “Sure.” Felicity looked around. “Do you need a glass of water?”

           Oliver shook his head and eyed her slowly from head to foot. Felicity was so fucking hot in that outfit. Rising from the chair, Oliver stumbled slightly, clenching hard to the bottle in his hand so he would not drop it. She grabbed onto his arm so he wouldn’t fall. Taking advantage of her hand on him, he pulled it between his legs to the semi-erection he had. “Wanna scratch my itch? It’s only fair since you put it there.”

           Felicity flinched and tried to yank her hand out of his, but Oliver kept a tight grip on her and coaxed it to stroke him. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the feeling of her small palm over his trembling flesh. He could come in her hand here and now and be content.

           Opening his eyes, Oliver licked his dry lips and studied the small woman in front of him. It was nice to finally think of her that way instead of feeling weird lusting after a child. “Are your panties as wet as I am hard?”

           “Oliver!” Felicity’s voice seemed to echo, but then he realized that it had actually been another voice that had screamed his name at the same time.

           He turned and discovered his mother standing in the doorway. Reluctantly, Oliver released his hold on Felicity. He smiled sloppily at Moira. “Mother. You’re back.”

           “Are you drunk?”

           Out of the corner of his eye, Oliver saw Felicity nod before running toward the back doors with wide blue eyes. That left him alone with the visible disapproval of his mother.

           She sighed. “Let me guess. You decided to get into character.”

           “Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum,” Oliver chanted while swinging the bottle that still sat in his hand.

           Moira walked over to him and snagged the bottle from his hand. “Go sleep it off. I’ll take over.”

           Next thing Oliver remembered he was waking up in the middle of the night, hungry. Stripping off the costume except for the loose slacks, Oliver made his way down to the kitchen. Spotting a beer and a half-eaten vegetable plate, Oliver pulled them from the fridge and meandered his way outside to the hot tub. Turning on the heat and the jets, Oliver relished the cold on his skin as he sipped his beer.

           He had been a jerk with Felicity. A complete asshole. One that, had it been someone else, Oliver would have gladly beaten the shit out of. He really should find some way to apologize the next time he saw her. If he saw her. So, far it had been easier to avoid her.

           Testing the water, Oliver noticed it was ready. He set his stuff by the edge and went to the nearby closet and grabbed a towel. Stripping off the pants, he stepped into the hot tub naked. Oliver rested his head back and closed his eyes. His earlier humiliation ran through his brain. The very organ that had decided to abandon all logical thought earlier in the evening.

           When he opened his eyes again, he tilted his head up. Oliver spotted a figure in the shadows on the balcony of one of the guest rooms. A bit of light flashed that way and it reflected off the glasses that the small person wore. Oliver knew it had to be Felicity. There was no one else staying in the house other than his family and none of them wore glasses.

           How long had she been there? Did she see him get in the tub? She was too far away to be able to call out to, especially at this time of night.

           Picking up a carrot, Oliver bit into it thoughtfully. He had to contemplate his next move. Unconsciously, his other hand slipped down under the water and began to stroke his length. Hell, it would only be fair for her to see him get himself off after he watched her.

           He gasped at the strength of his hand as he continued to stroke up and down. It caused a small reaction from her as she edged closer on her small balcony. When he screamed out his completion, she looked like she could have jumped over the railing. Her body was tense as her hands clenched at the metal in front of her. Oliver would give anything to get up there and relieve that tension for her.

           But any thought of that was taken from him the second she ran back inside. Oliver had no idea why but he felt his heart plummet. It felt like an end of something. Like he might not ever see her again after this moment. It was a disheartening thought. One that Oliver could never seem to shake.

@almondblossomme @1106angel @lovethishealthylife @sunshine0977 @miriam1779

[jungkookienoona]

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 14: The Time The Tutor Got Her Revenge

Recommended Song: Mommae by Jay Park feat. Ugly Duck

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Summary:

After one lot of revenge the week before, you felt the need to get revenge for something else. But you end up realising something while you’re at it.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2731

Length: 14/?

Okay. This was it. You had gotten your revenge for his meme folder but hadn't yet gotten revenge for him being shirtless. And that day had come. You turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, pushing wet strands of hair out of your face. The towel you had picked out was one that barely went to mid-thigh once wrapped around you. Your cheeks were flushed and water trickled down your neck to gather at your collar bones. Hopefully, this worked.

Skype was already loaded on your laptop and you made sure your towel was securely tucked in at the top to avoid accidentally flashing him. That would be more than embarrassing. Right on time, you heard the ring of an incoming call.

"Hi, Jungkookie" You gave a little wave.

Jungkook did not respond. No, instead he sat there wide-eyed looking like a rabbit in headlights. His cheeks were a dark shade of pink.

"Uh... uuuh... N-n-noona... w-wae? C-clothes... where... where are they?"

You swear you heard the sound of typing or keys clicking.

"I just got out the shower. Do you mind if I turn my laptop around so I can get dressed?"

You made a point of adjusting your towel slightly and tried not to giggle when his jaw fell open.

"Earth to Jungkook!"

He snapped his mouth shut and furiously shook his head making it fluffy. "I-I don't mind."

"Okay, I won't take long."

You leant forward to turn your laptop around.

"I-I-I just remembered J-j-jin-hyung needed my h-h-help with d-dinner. I'll b-be 10 m-m-minutes."

And then he hung up. What was that? Did you do something wrong? Had you gone too far? It was gone dinner time and Jungkook had told you in the past that the members try not to eat dinner later than eight because of suffering from indigestion. You went and got changed into a pair of cotton shorts and a loose t-shirt. The weather had been surprisingly nice for the past couple days and you didn't have college to attend so you wanted to be comfortable.

Your laptop rang just as you emerged from tidying the bathroom. You clicked answer and were greeted by the sight of a flushed and panting Jungkook. A bead of sweat trickled down from his temple.

"Sorry, Noona. It really couldn't wait... I noticed Chubs' blog has had a makeover..."

"Really- wait, why are you all sweaty?" You asked, retaking your seat.

He wiped his hand across his forehead. "The kitchen was hot. Go to the ship blog."

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously but relented when he urged you with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, okay. What did she do- oh...wow."

There, in huge letters was 'The Thigh Power Couple'.

"I wish I had paid more attention to Noona's thighs while you were in Korea. I need to know if we're worthy of this title."

Your eyebrows shot up into your hair, "You just saw me in only a towel!"

His cheeks tinted pink.

"Don't remind me."

"I'm not sending you a picture of my thighs... that would be indecent."

"No! Please don't. I mean...yeah, that would be. I guess you'll just have to visit..."

"About that… I don't have enough money… I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner."

"Noona, I-"

"No, I told you I can't afford to visit-"

"But I've-"

"And when you bring it up it just makes me feel worse for disappointing you." You groaned in frustration and Jungkook gave you a small smile.

"You don't have to worry. I-"

"You're not paying."

"But-"

"Maybe if I pick up a second job I might be able to visit later in the year. I wouldn't be able to talk as much though-"

"Noona I have already paid for the tickets!"

Silence. You couldn't believe it. He had paid for tickets again. When? And then you remembered last week when he asked when your last exam was. That little shit.

"You what?!"

"It's worth it to see Y/N-chingu."

You felt your heart sink a little. Y/N-chingu. Why did it hurt?

"I mean Noona. You prefer Noona."

Your lips lifted but couldn't help but feel a little sad about him ignoring your words.

"Why do you ignore me?"

"Because I'm being selfish." He smirked. "And like I said, I have to see whether your worthy of being in the thigh power couple."

"I'm going to kill Chubs."

"Noona is mean."

"Noona definitely sounds better than Y/N-chingu."

Jungkook's eyes practically lit up as he beamed at you. Which was rather strange. Usually, he would insist that you were his friend and so you were 'Y/N-chingu'. You don't know why you had taken issue with it recently. Is it... is it possible you wanted to be more than Y/N-chingu?

"I'm still going to kill her. She even made the header..."

Jungkook started laughing. "I didn't notice that."

"How could you not notice your dick right at the top of the screen?"

"I was busy reading the about section."

"The section that calls us assholes."

"I can't believe Noona was focusing on my dick. Is that why you agreed to be my tutor?"

He gave a suggestive eyebrow wiggle and you wished you were there so you could punch him in that overly cocky face of his.

"No! But like your hand is so close to it and it's the header image!"

He chuckled and a warmth rose to your cheeks, "Shall I dance for Noona?"

"No!"

He started humming Rainism and stood up, pushing his chair back to give him room.

"Sit down! We need to talk about you buying me tickets. Don't think I've forgotten!"

He sat bad down with a pout and crossed his arms cutely.

"Why am I not allowed to pay for you to visit when it's me who wants you to visit?"

"Because I have no way of paying you back!"

He gave you a small smile, "Noona being here is enough. And money isn't a problem for me."

"I know, I know." You muttered. Maybe you shouldn't be so hard on him. You didn't want him to think you were ungrateful for the chance to see him again. "And thank you. I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's okay. I shouldn't have gone behind your back but it was the only way."

He was scratching the back of his neck again. Why did he always seem to get nervous when talking to you?

"I guess I just can't believe it still. That you chose a nobody like me to be your tutor. That I get to see you every week and on top of that you pay so much money just to see me in person."

"Noona isn't a nobody. You're important to me."

You could have sworn someone had released a thousand butterflies in your tummy. "I'm important to you?"

"Ye." He ran a hand through his hair leaving it standing on end. "Of course you are."

"Because I taught you a language?"

"Because I'm not just Jungkook of BTS to you."

"You're right, you're so much more than that."

He had the decency to smile shyly. "Thank you, Noona."

"You're my friend."

His smile fell a bit but then returned.

"I know at first you just saw me as BTS's Jungkook. But I can tell by your eyes I'm much more than that to you now."

You choked on air.

"My eyes?!"

"Ye," propped his chin on a hand, "They're pretty and expressive. It makes you easy to read."

You glossed over the compliment by pouting. "I'm not easy to read!"

His smile grew, "Yes you are. I bet I know more about your feelings than you do just by looking at your eyes."

Your pout remained. You didn't like the thought of being so easy to read.

"Your eyes are readable too."

Instead of being upset like you were he just chuckled. "I don't think so." He scratched his cheek, muffling his next words.

"I can't hear you when you mumble. What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"I know you're lying. I can see it in your eyes."

He quickly covered the camera with his hand.

"I'll tell you when you're here."

He moved his hand away, bunny grin present. That was strange.

"I have to wait two weeks?"

"It'll be worth it." The narrowing of your eyes only caused his smile to grow impossibly wider.

"Noona, don't look so worried."

"You're such a little shit that I'm always worried."

That finally wiped the grin off his face.

"What are you worried about?" He looked at you with concern.

"What you're going to do next. If the Korean media find out and misinterpret our relationship. And if that does happen the effect it will have on you and your career."

"Oh," his brows pinched together. "I've been thinking about that lately too. It's a good job Korean media don't pay much attention to sites such as Tumblr."

"It doesn't mean we're safe. I'm sure followers have posted screenshots on Twitter of the ship blog. I'd hate for you be involved in a scandal because of me."

He seemed to think for a moment, hand travelling up to scratch his head as he did his signature thinking pout.

"Mmm... I don't mind if it was Noona. Because I know and Tumblr knows what we are to each other."

"They think we're a couple. Which we're not." You ignored the sinking feeling in your stomach.

"And if there ever was a scandal, it's not just us we have to think about. There's the members too. It can affect the group's reputation."

"'BTS Maknae has Tutor and friend to help teach him English' Yes such a scandal Noona."

You could practically taste the sarcasm dripping from his tone of voice.

"I'm trying to be serious here!"

"Nothing bad is going to happen. Tumblr doesn't actually think we're together. They just want us to be." He trailed off at the end and sighed. "Stop worrying."

"Sorry, Kookie."

He ran a hand through his hair, "It probably makes me too happy to hear you call me Kookie or BunBun."

"Really? You like being called BunBun?"

He suddenly turns bashful, pressing his lips firmly together and nodding. "Uh, ye. You're the only one and it's kinda cute."

You laughed, used to guys not wanting the word 'cute' associated with them. But you were glad to be the only person to call him that, though you had seen the nickname floating around on Tumblr recently.

"Do you like being called cute Kookie? Don't you want to be a manly man?"

"Men can be cute too. It's not just for girls in panda onesies."

"I remember seeing pictures of you in a Pikachu onesie. Does it still fit? Cause I'd love to see it one day. If it's too small can I have it? Buy you a bunny one as a replacement."

And then you heard it. Jungkook squealed. Like a fangirl squeal.

"You would look so adorable!"

"Yah!"

He ignored you, "I'm happy I didn't listen to Yoongi hyung and kept it." He suddenly gasped, "Noona! We can have a sleepover in our onesies when you visit! I'll accept a bunny one as payment for flying you out."

"But that's nowhere near the same price range!"

He waved you off, "Does Noona want to stay at a hotel or stay in the dorm? Please say dorm, you can sleep in my room and I'll sleep on the sofa."

"I d-don?t think that's appropriate, Kookie."

He pouted, "But if you're at the dorm we can spend more time together. We can have breakfast and watch movies and Attack on Titan!"

His smile was infectious, but your earlier worries came back, stopping you from joining him in making plans.

"What if I get seen entering and exiting the dorm? Won't that be suspicious?"

He shrugged, "A week of intensive home tutoring."

You guessed that could work. But even so, it wasn't up for you to decide.

"I don't think the decision is up to me. Maybe ask Namjoon-oppa."

He got up and walked over to his door and opened it.

"Hyung! Namjoon-hyung! Noonaga ilju-il dong-an yeogi meomul su iss-eoyo? (Can Noona stay here for a week?)"

You heard footsteps and then you could see a glimpse of Namjoon through the doorway.

"Uijonhada. Geunyeoneun eodieseo jaji anhgess-eoyo? (Depends. Where would she sleep?)"

"Nae bang. Naneun geosil-eseo jalgeoya. (My room. I'll sleep in the living room.)"

"Neo seuseulo haengdong hagessni? (Will you behave yourself?)"

"Hyung~! Noonaneun yeojeonhi onlain sangtaeyo. (Noona is still online.)" He whined-whispered though you could still hear him.

That was strange. What did Namjoon mean?

"Oh, annyeong Y/N!" Namjoon shouted, you could just see his hand wave over Jungkook's head.

"Geureohdan geoya? (Is that a yes?)" The two discussed it for a minute before Jungkook spun around and pointed at you. "Noona can stay!"

Namjoon left, chuckling to himself, and Jungkook ran back to his seat singing "Sleepover with Noona! Sleepover with Noona!"

Your heart rate picked up dramatically. You were going to be in the Bangtan dorm. Oh god. And Jungkook was letting you sleep in his bed... Was this some cruel trick? You silently nibbled on your lip.

"Noona? Why aren't you happy?"

"I must have done something great in a past life to get this kind of treatment."

He chuckled, throwing his head back against the seat. "I said I'll treat you like a queen. This is just the start."

"W-w-what?! Only the beginning?!"

"Ye. You just wait and see."

You couldn't help but let out a humourless laugh.

"If you're treating me like a queen does that mean you'll treat your eventual girlfriend like a goddess?"

"I'll spoil her rotten."

"She'll be very lucky to have a man-child like you by her side." You directed your gaze to your lap. You weren't so sure he could read you quite as well as he said he could. But just to be safe.

"I think I would be the lucky one. Especially if she would accept me."

You didn't dare look back up at the screen to see his face. The thought of him with some girl caused your heart to feel like it had stopped beating and a lump to form in your throat.

"No. Trust me. She would be the lucky one." With a forced smile on your face, you turned your attention back to the screen. He was staring at you with an expression you could only describe as soft.

"Noona, I have so many dat-days planned for us." His voice was low, possibly due to tiredness, but it was comforting. You wished you were there beside him to hear it without the speakers' slight distortion.

There was a beat of silence followed by him trying to hold in a yawn. Your gaze softened and a tiny genuine smile spread across your lips.

"I'll be looking forward to my next visit then. You should go to bed Kookie."

He gave a nod.

"We'll celebrate you finishing college and moving on in life when you get here. Goodnight Noona."

"Goodnight BunBun."

The window disappeared leaving you staring at Tumblr. You went to the ship blog like you did after ending every call nowadays. It had been relatively quiet since the meme war, something you were grateful for.

You were reading the most recent ask when your phone dinged with a Kakao message. It was a selca of him lead down, both arms being used to hold up his phone to take the picture. His hair was slightly messy and the duvet was pulled up enough to hide most of his torso except his shoulders. A few seconds later another message came through 'Soon my Noona shall be sleeping on this bed. SLEEPOVER!' Without Jungkook sat watching you, you let out the squeal you had been suppressing complete with stomping your feet. Since tutoring Jungkook you had found it easier than expected to control the fangirl within you. But she had broken loose. You couldn't help it. He was just so... so... He made you feel so...

Oh god.

You quickly opened your texts and clicked on Chubs.

'I think I love Jungkook. Like a romantic one, not a platonic one.'

You didn't have to wait long for a reply.

'Thank fucking finally.'

A/N: Co-written with @tragicshadows

[misterrockett]

Playtonic Forces Internet Celebrity And White Nationalist Jontron To Watch As His Voice Clips Are Dragged To The Recycling Bin And Emptied

(...)

A Skype call was made, unannounced yesterday morning, from the dev team of Yooka-Laylee, Playtonic Games. Instead of a webcam showing the face of anyone however, it only showed the computer screen of the caller. A blank desktop screen save for official artwork of their upcoming game and a folder labeled “VAs” was all that could be seen. The wielder of the mouse clicked the folder and moused over the various voice clips until getting to one labeled “JonTronCon”

Clearly a short and cute alliteration for “JonTron Contribution” everyone in the office that cold Wednesday morning probably felt a little bit conned themselves, as did the rest of us who had been long time subscribers of the channel.

The mouse clicks on the file and drags it to the Desktop, hovering it over the Recycling Bin. The only other desktop icon that had not been cleared aside from the aforementioned VA folder.

While this is taking place Jon Jafari’s face sits in the upper right corner, his web camera turning on when he answered the call. Initially seemingly bright and cheerful when the call first started his expression changed to that of confusion when no one spoke and then dropped to something more crestfallen. Everything was silent, not because Jon never said a word, mind you. But because he was kept muted for this event. And no one in the office dared spoke a word.

After dropping the dragged file into the recycling bin all that was left was for the mouse bearer to open up the recycling bin and empty it, thus permanently erasing any official evidence that Playtonic ever actually worked with the man. Sadly, Jontron ended the call near moments before the deed was done but he knows what happened. Playtonic made sure of it.

“We wanted it to hurt,” said lead designer, when asked if the various theatrics were necessary. Everyone else cramped into the small office nodded in agreement and then shuffled back to their work as I continued on with my questions.

What will happen to the character Jon voiced?

The developer stares at me blankly before answering.

“Well we still have sound bites from when Kirk stubbed his toe so we think we’ll just tune that up and shuffle it around and it should be good to go by April.”

[color-in-your-hands]

prompt: happy adam -🐝🐝🐝

Too unrealistic.I kid, I kid.

November 2019Adam wakes up with a mouthful of red-blond hair, a tingling arm, and a crick in his neck.  Oh no.

The hair moves and some of the feeling starts to come back to his hand.  He flexes his fingers, grimacing through the pins and needles as he tries to figure out how to get out of this without disturbing his companion, and something licks his fingers.  Even numb, the sensation is unmistakable.“Ugh.”  The hair whines at him and turns and licks his chin.  Adam wrinkles his nose and turns away from the attention and gets a very wet nose pressing into his Adam’s apple.  He clearly made himself quite cosy overnight.  “Fox, come on.  Lemme up.”  Fox does not move and rolls onto his belly, cutting off the blood in Adam’s arm again.  Adam rubs Fox’s belly and says, with more sternness than he feels, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”  Fox’s tail wags and his tongue lolls out, breathing dog breath on Adam’s face.  “You’re gross.  Get up.”The dog blinks his amber eye and rolls onto his side before standing up, leaning over to nose at Adam’s face again as he stretches and gets up.  He twists as Adam goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and eventually follows after to sit in the doorway and watch.  Adam watches him back.This wasn’t supposed to be permanent, but now the idea of waking up and being alone again in his apartment is hopelessly depressing.  He’s even getting used to waking up spooning Fox, who doesn’t seem to understand the “stay at the foot of the bed rule”.  He really is lucky he’s cute.  Fox mostly watches Adam go about the rest of his morning, with a kind of patience Adam hadn’t anticipated when he agreed to foster him.  He seems perfectly content to wait until Adam’s ready to take him out most mornings, so long as Adam pets him everytime he walks past and so long as he gets his breakfast on time.  “Spoiled,” Adam tells him, like he does every morning.  The dog eats better than he does, but he’s loathe to admit that he prefers it that way; he didn’t bring this thing into his house to not treat it properly.  Fox, for his part, never contests being called spoiled and seems to revel in it.  He dances a little as Adam fills his bowls and wraps his medicine in a piece of cold-cut turkey.Across the room, Skype chimes at him.  Adam sets the bowls on the floor and steps over Fox to answer the call.  “So I was on the bus today,” Noah says, without preamble.  “And this dude in a suit sits next to me with a legal pad that just had the word ‘muppets’ written on it.”“You saw that on Tumblr,” Adam says.  “You need new material.”Noah huffs and takes an indignant drag from his cigarette.  It might be a cigarette.  It might also be a joint.  Adam can’t quite tell.  “I don’t have the time to be genuinely clever anymore.  Being an adjunct sucks, man.  It’s like having a job.”Adam wanders back into his kitchen to get his coffee mug, patting Fox as he goes.  “It is a job.  You’ve been there for almost three years.”“Don’t remind me.”  Noah takes another drag and peers into the camera like he can see into Adam’s apartment better.  “Every day gets me closer to my tenure.  Where’s Fox?”“Eating,” Adam tells him when he comes back.  “It’s raining and he hates getting his feet wet, so we’re waiting for it to stop to go for a w-a-l-k in the p-a-r-k.”“Same, if by all that you mean enjoying my day off doing fuck all.”  It’s definitely a joint, then.  “Have you heard from everyone?”  Adam goes to his email in another window, deleting notifications from job hunting websites trying to get him to become a CDL driver despite his chosen parameters, and apartment listings that are no longer relevant.  There’s even a good, old-fashioned porn bot hiding in his spam folder, highly suspect and definitely carrying something unsavory.  It spelled his name wrong (Ada Paraishe sounds like a nice girl, though) and seems to think he’s interested in frisky “big-titted” co-eds, because, obviously, he is, possessing both a dick and a college degree.  It gets deleted.  Another, from an adult site he does subscribe to, gets filed away for later perusal.  “They’re good, enjoying the open road and Gansey’s semester off.”  Noah is reading something else on his screen, his tone slightly absent.  “Henry said they might head out this way if we can make the time to see them next month.  I told him I’d talk to you about it.”“Far be it from me to get in your way.  They’re all, like, yours.”  “They miss you, too, and it’s not that far out of the way when they’re driving aimlessly across the country like this.  He said they’d bring Ronan.”Adam makes a sound that’s equally laugh and groan.  Fox trots over to see what’s wrong, jumping up on his hind legs to whine at Adam’s neck.  Dismayed, Noah asks, “Did you fight?”“No, no, we didn’t fight.  He’s coming in a few weeks, spending the month.”  He sets his mug down to scratch Fox roughly about the ears the way he likes it.  “Fox misses him.  Don’t you?  You miss Ronan?”  Fox’s ears go back and his tail wags so hard it makes him stumble.  He whines and looks at the door like he’s expecting Ronan to walk in at any minute.  “Just Fox, I’m sure,” Noah muses.  “It’s definitely just Fox.”  Fox waves his paw at Adam for more attention the moment he looks away.  “You just miss getting laid, you fiend.”Adam laughs.  “Yeah, that’s all I miss.”Ronan got a hotel room for that exact reason, at least for the first few days.  He was strangely prudish about being despoiled in the dog’s presence.  It’s like he’s forgotten that Adam’s apartment is nearly three times the size of the one he’d had in New York, with enough doors to keep Fox out of the bedroom for an hour or two.  Or more.  Probably more.  It’s been three months.“Your hands are probably all calloused again,” Noah says.  His grin is salacious.  “He’s gonna love it.”“If you think I’ve been jerking off to the point of having callouses, you’re more stoned than I thought.”Noah looks at his joint, considering it for a long, long moment, before shrugging and bringing it to his mouth again.  “Whatever.  I don’t have anywhere to be today.  Tell me I’m wrong, though.  I know I’m not.”Adam raises his eyebrows.  “You sure about that?”“Is that an invitation to investigate my claim?”“Six hours isn’t that far.”“It’s an hour by plane and if you keep joking like that and I’m gonna get the wrong idea,” Noah says.“Joking or not, you already have the wrong idea,” Adam retorts.  Fox rests his head on Adam’s thigh and huffs, his one eye meeting Adam’s and glancing at the window meaningfully.  Adam leans over to lift the shade.  “I’ve gotta go, sun’s finally out and Fox is probably dying.”Noah waves the joint at the webcam.   “Go, enjoy your outing and your vitamin D.  I’m trying to not look stupid at the next faculty meeting, I’ll be here all day.”  He doesn’t wait for Adam to disconnect and ends the call.Adam pulls shorts on over his boxers and rummages around for a clean pair of socks while Fox’s patience starts to run out in the next room.  He even starts whining, guilting Adam into nearly forgetting his keys.  As he gets Fox into his harness for the day, he apologizes (”I know, buddy, I know, I’m hurrying”), his phone buzzes.  hey loserAdam smiles, responds, and tucks it into his pocket as he ushers Fox outside.Hey yourself, Lynch.

[jungkookienoona]

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 3: The Time The Lesson Was Slightly More Prepared

Recommended Song: Blanket Kick by BTS

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Summary:

Now that a weekly session schedule had been agreed on you had time to prepare something. You soon find that things tend to go off course when dealing with the Golden Maknae.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2335

Length: 3/?

You had handmade flashcards for your second video call with Jungkook. The call that would be your first attempt at teaching. Ever. Though you had to admit; they were badly drawn. Animals had never been your strong point.

You had made sure you looked more presentable for the first lesson. After the first call, you had promised yourself that you would never be caught off guard and seen in that god awful state again. You ran a hand through your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear as you admired yourself in the reflective surface of your laptop screen. You were wearing a navy blue button up shirt, sleeves rolled up, that contrasted nicely with your skin tone. It was tucked into black denim shorts as the weather had been hotter than usual that day, and as you were home you had decided to go barefoot, appreciating the feel of the cold tiles under your feet.

At precisely 9pm KST your Skype alerted you to an incoming video call request. It was Jungkook and Namjoon.

From what you could see Namjoon was wearing a white button down short sleeve shirt with black slacks, whereas Jungkook was wearing a plain black tee and ripped jeans.

“Annyeonghaseyo Namjoon-oppa. Annyeong Jungkook-ah,” you said, waving with a small shy grin. “Annyeong Y/n” “Annyeonghaseyo Noona” Namjoon and Jungkook replied in unison.

They had a very brief discussion before Namjoon turned his attention to you, “So what will you be teaching Jungkook today?”

You fiddled with an earring, a tad self-conscious, “I was thinking we could do animals to start with. I made some flashcards.”

Namjoon smiled and explained your planned activity to Jungkook. Jungkook looked to you and smiled before giving you a thumbs up to say he understood.

You held up the first card, "Cat."

"Cat? Mouse!"

"No, cat!"

"That mouse. This cat." He then got out a notepad and started drawing. When he was satisfied with his little art piece, he turned it to the camera. You had to admit that after seeing his, yours did indeed look like a rodent.

"Shut up I'm better at digital art and saram (people)"

"I see?"

"My art?"

"Ye!"

"Uuuuh..." You remembered that most of your artwork was of him, "Aniya. Uuuuh... nae art maejuda (fugly)"

He brought his hands to a prayer position and pouted. "Please, Noona!"

Namjoon laughed at him, but didn't look up from his laptop where he was typing a vocab list for you.

"Aniya."

"Please!" He said in perfect English and you wavered.

"Fine." Jungkook clapped in happiness at you giving in.

You looked through your files and tried to find a picture you were most proud of which happened to be a picture of him you drew during Fire era.

"Ah, Jungkookie. It's you!" Namjoon shoved the younger's shoulder.

You minimised the folder of artwork and was immediately filled with regret. If Namjoon was excited by the art, Jungkook was whatever the opposite was. He squinted at the screen, brows pinched together and lips pressed into a firm line. He didn't like.

Shit.

"I know it's not that good, but-"

"Y/n," Jungkook said, using your name for the first time all Skype session. Namjoon quickly said something but Jungkook held up his hand as if to say 'hold that thought'. "Y/n. Joa (It's good). Naneun yeppeoyo."

You blushed.

"Kamsahamnida." You said quietly.

Jungkook seemed to want to say something else, his mouth opening then snapping shut.

"Kookie?" Namjoon prompted, nudging him lightly.

The younger blinked himself out of a daze and sat back in his chair. "Can I...have?" He added something quietly to Namjoon who translated:

"Can he print it?"  

You were shook for a moment. Jeon Jungkook wanted a print of your fanart. HE wanted YOUR fanart!

"Uuuuuuh..."

"You say that a lot don't you" Namjoon commented.

You slowly nodded.

"Is that a yes to Kookie, or a yes to me?"

"Both" You sent them a higher resolution version of your art. Jungkook thanked you and said he saved it to his phone.

"So...back to cat?" Namjoon suggested.

"Ah, now we're going to try matching the names to the pictures."

Jungkook held up a printed worksheet, some of the spaces filled in already.

"Good! Keep going."

Within a few minutes the sheet was completed and after a check with Namjoon they moved on. You complimented him on his fast learning, in turn he said something to Namjoon.

"He said he's motivated to learn faster so he can talk to you easier."

You and Jungkook both blushed.

"Me too. It's surprising how much I'm picking up just from talking to you two."

Namjoon smiled, picking up a mug and cradling it in his hands. "That's how I liked to learn. In school I would sit with my English teacher during lunch and just talk to her. It helped my grammar."

"And you have excellent grammar." You joked causing Namjoon to laugh and Jungkook to wave a hand in front of the screen.

"Noona! Help me!"

"Ah, sorry Kookie!"

As soon as you realised that you had just called Jungkook 'Kookie' for the first time your eyes widened in shock and you felt yourself begin to resemble a tomato. You then cleared your throat when you noticed Jungkook's smug smirk.

You gulped and attempted to move the conversation swiftly onwards. "How about I read out a word and you draw a picture of what you think it means? I'll only say words you've learnt today."

Namjoon relayed your message to Jungkook.

"Okay." He nodded and grabbed a pen, removing the cap with his teeth.

"First one, sheep."

He repeated the word before looking down at his paper. A few seconds later he held it up to show a very fluffy sheep.

"Good!"

He grinned.

"Next one is chicken."

He drew quickly, holding up a cartoon-like picture. "Dak...chicken."

You continued until you had completed your list.

"Okay, I think we're finished." You said, moving to reorganise your cluttered desk. "Is there anything else you would like to know?"

You heard Jungkook nervously murmuring something to Namjoon as he twiddled his fingers. Namjoon chuckled.

"He's wants to know if you like anime."

"I don't like anime..." you witnessed Jungkook's face fall, "I LOVE IT! My favourite is Hellsing Ultimate but my second favourite is Black Butler." You said with a grin.

"Cool! I anime like too!" He said, "Attack on Titan?"

You nodded, who didn't like Attack on Titan?

At your response, Jungkook turned to Namjoon. "Noona cool, Hyung."

Namjoon laughed before focusing on you, "How about we test your Korean? Jungkook will hold up one of his animal drawings and you'll say what it is"

You nodded to show you understood. He quickly explained what you were going to do to Jungkook who wasted no time in holding up the first picture. It was a dog.

"Gae."

Next was a rabbit.

"Tokki."

Mouse.

"Jwi."

A short while later you completed the set of cards, stumbling once when you suddenly forgot the word for penguin. Jungkook gave you a thumbs up.

"We're good!" You agreed. "So what's next, Namjoon?"

"Can you count?"

"Sino-Korean system or Native-Korean system?"

"Either"

"I can count to 10,000 in Sino-Korean, but I can only count to 6 in Native-Korean."

He looked briefly impressed. "Then we'll work on that."

Namjoon turned to Jungkook, gesturing to something on the desk in front.

He cast a wary eye at the camera, then looked down at what was on the desk and, clearing his throat, said, "Uh, you write...Sino-Korean one to twenty..." He looked at Namjoon who nodded encouragingly. "Next to Native-Korean... we do... together." You figured Namjoon had written Jungkook a short script of sorts.

You ducked your head and resisted the urge to squeal.

"Okay."

You did as instructed and looked up when you had completed the first column.

"Good, that good. Noona quick learner."

You blushed and scratched the back of your neck, feeling a tad awkward at the praise.

"Kamsahamnida." You said quietly.

Namjoon clapped his hands suddenly, getting fully involved in his role as tutor. "Take a break?"

“Sure.”

You grabbed the bar of chocolate that was sitting next to your drink and unwrapped it.

"Gwenchanha Noona?"

"Eung, jal jinae (Yeah, I'm fine). Neon? (You?)"

"I’m good. Haengbok (Happy)."

"Joa (Good)."

He grinned at you which you mimicked before eating your chocolate.

"Did you have dance practice today?"

"Aniya. Vocal."

"What songs?"

Jungkook looked down awkwardly before clearing his throat and looking up at you through his eyelashes. He started singing his part in Lost. You had to stop yourself from squealing, willing yourself to just relax and listen. You closed your eyes as you listened and found yourself swaying to the sound of his voice. When he finished, you reopened your eyes and saw that Namjoon had been watching Jungkook sing. Whereas Jungkook appeared to have been watching you the entire time.

"Jungkook-i daebak (Jungkook is awesome)." You said.

Jungkook bowed slightly to you. "Thank you."

Namjoon ruffled the boy’s hair. "Ah, Jungkookie is blushing."

"HYUNG!" He spared you a look.

You were still slightly dazed from having Jungkook sing to you.

"Cute."

"Aniya-"

"We're not doing this again," Namjoon said to you, cutting Jungkook off.

"Well, there's no denying that he's cute."

"Naneun namja. Namjaneun gwiyeobji anhda. (I am a man. Men aren't cute.)"

"Hajiman Jimin-oppawa Hobi-oppaneun gwiyeobge bulligo sipeoyo (But Jimin-oppa and Hobi-oppa like to be called cute)."

Jungkook began grumbling under his breath and Namjoon smirked, "She has you there Kook."

He turned away, tonguing the inside of his left cheek. Namjoon glanced at you, then smacked Jungkook on his shoulder, saying something too low for you to hear. Jungkook's lips quirked into a smile when Namjoon nodded towards you. When the younger spoke next, there was a faint smile on his lips.

"Noona, more work?"

You looked at your notebook. "Sure, Kookie."

You looked through your notebook to see what you could do. "Let's work on translation, sentence structure and grammar. Simple sentences of course. Nothing too complex."

Namjoon relayed the message to Jungkook who held up his pen as if to say he was ready. You read an activity from the textbook, Namjoon explaining a few details to Jungkook here and there. Time passed with idle chit chat between you and Namjoon until you deemed it had been long enough.

"Let's see what you've done, hold up your pad."

Jungkook did as you said.

"Namjoon, can you take his notepad and correct the errors in sentences 3 to 7 and 9 to 11. You may need to explain to him what he got wrong. It's just a few grammatical errors."  

Namjoon nodded then did as you asked, explaining his corrections to Jungkook who made sounds of understanding every now and then. After changing his answers, he showed you his notebook proudly.

"Good job Kookie!"

"Noona good seonsaeng-nim." Jungkook said, lowering his notebook.

"Noona IS A good TEACHER." You corrected, earning yourself a shy smile.

"Smart and pretty. Lucky Kookie." Jungkook muttered, loud enough to be picked up from the Web Cam.

You blushed then giggled at the fact Jungkook had referred to himself in the third person. How could he be so cute off stage yet on stage he was the ultimate temptation (for you and other JK stans at least)? He seemed to realise he had been heard and looked down, scratching behind his neck, becoming awkward and shy.

"I'm the lucky one. It's not every day a fangirl gets to talk to her idol weekly."

He looked up meekly, "Because you're special."

You wanted to kick and scream. Were you even alive? Were you dreaming? A small squeal slipped from your lips before you could help yourself. You slapped a hand over your mouth.

"Aww." Namjoon said, his dimples showing.

This time it was Jungkook's turn to slap a shoulder.

"Ow!"

"No, no, we study."

"Am I not allowed to find her cute?" Namjoon asked.

Jungkook slapped him again "Study!"

You heard Namjoon mutter "Disrespectful little shit". You wondered if every lesson would end up with Jungkook hitting his hyungs for some reason or another. You really couldn't understand why he felt the need to his abuse his hyungs but according to interviews it's something he did regularly so you saw no need to question it. There was a reason he was the evil maknae as well as the golden one.

"Okay, we'll do one more exercise and then you guys should get some sleep." Jungkook checked his watch and frowned. "Okay, I'll test you on what we've done so far today."

You quickly typed up a quiz and sent it to them over the messenger. The very first instruction was for Namjoon to translate the quiz into Korean so Jungkook could understand it. The next was for Jungkook to answer all the questions in English. It took a moment for Namjoon to translate, and about 15 minutes for Jungkook to complete the quiz, now and then scratching his head as he thought about certain answers.

Passing with flying colours, Jungkook did a little victory dance and even high-fived the camera which you returned.

You, too, answered a small test with few mistakes. It was surprising how much you found yourself learning from the lesson. Whether it was because having Jungkook and Namjoon sit there encouraging you was helpful, or the fact that it inspired you to work hard so you were prepared for uni, it didn't matter. You were enjoying yourself.

"We should be heading to bed now. Thank you for today's lesson."

"No problem! Thank you for teaching me Namjoon."

Jungkook got up out of his seat and bowed, "Kamsahamnida Y/n-seonsaengnim"

"No need to be so formal, Jungkook-ah"

"See you next week!"

The call ended, and you stretched in your seat before deciding to grab some lunch after a productive start to your afternoon. Time to find your shoes.