#I'm insane there's no other way around it

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Pt2 of dp x dc au where Danny is the 99th attempt to clone Kon by Tim. Danny is an overprotective 2 year old who hates Ra's Al Gul with a passion.

[Pt1: here]

Tim is more than ready to leave the LoA and stop having to dance around Ra's. He doesn't feel safe, but he needed the resources. Dick made getting them any other way impossible, with him telling the whole hero community he's crazy and needs help and shit. Tim is more than pissed about it, but he can't help but be amused by the outcome.

Sure, Ra's is trying to wife him, and that's awful and terrifying and all, but watching Ra's try to win over a 2 year old who despises his very existence is hilarious. Aedan, or Danny as the toddler is insisting to be called, goes out of his way to be petty to Ra's and clings to Tim any time the man enters the room. Danny has torn or spilled things on paperwork and clothing, left things just out of sight to trip Ra's, put foods in unexpected places as the man steps or sits in it, purposely and maliciously coloured on and destroyed things he found out were Ra's and Ra's alone, and so much more. Tim is kind of proud of the chaos.

But Tim also has to shove down the anxiety that Ra's might have actually did something to Danny while on his missions. Danny was left on base because it was too dangerous to bring him. He tries to get back as fast as safely possible, just in case, though. Danny hasn't said anything yet on WHY he despises Ra's, but Tim is keeping an eye out.

All in all though, Tim has no remorse as he packs up and leaves with Danny in toe, blowing up every base he knows about and draining their accounts on his way out. He leaves Danny with Tam during his final showdown with Ra's, making sure Dick is in the area to catch him. He's not leaving his baby early.

"So I have everything I need to prove Bruce is alive and how to save him. I'm NOT crazy." Tim tells Dick when he wakes up after his fight with a pissed off Ra's, before remembering Danny and chuckling, "Actually, I'm a little crazy. Not about the Bruce thing, or what I did to prove it, but I did do something else insane."

"I believe you... about the Bruce thing." Dick eyes him in concern. "What did you do?"

"I maaaay have cloned Kon."

"You WHAT?" Steph looks absolutely flabbergasted. All his family members do actually, including Alfred.

"Yeah, so, I had a little bit of a mental breakdown." Tim stares at his hands, picking at the nails. "I was really missing Kon and spiraled and now I have a son... surprise.."

There's so much sputtering before Steph slams her hands on the medical bed, silencing everyone and getting Tim to look at her. She's flung her Spoiler mask off and leaning way too close.

"You have a son?? How old is he?? When can we meet him?? What's his name??"

"Er.. his name is Aedan Drake, he insists on being called Danny currently. He's about 2. And you'll be meeting him as soon as I can call Tam. I didn't want either of them near when Ra's came for me." Tim leans away from her. "Especially because Danny seems to hate the guy and puts himself between us at any chance he gets."

"That's concerning" Dick mumbles.

"Yeah.." Tim blinks hard. "I'm not even sure why Danny hates him. I have no idea if Ra's did something to him while I was otherwise engaged. It terrifies me not to know, but I only have the word of a creep and a 2 year old to go off of."

No one seems to know what to say to that. They all silently agree to keep an eye out for any signs Ra's did something to Danny.

"Can you pass me my phone?"

"Sure, Timmy." Dick hands over the phone. "Who do you think is going to be his favourite aunt or uncle?"

"Fuck if I know, the kid is completely different from Kon when it comes to interests. I love it, but it makes guessing what he'll like interesting. Currently, he's obsessed with space and ghost stuff. He likes watching space documentaries over cartoons." Tim chuckles while locating Tam's number.

Steph laughs. "Of course your kid is as weird as you!"

He sticks his tongue at her, and she does it right back. The call connects.

"Tim?"

"Hey, Tam! Not dead yet!" He grins at her groan. "I'm at the manor. Tell Danny to be careful of my ribs before you bring him over."

"Can do. Be there in 20. Danny? Do you want to say hi to your daddy?" Is all the warning Tim gets before his son screeches.

"HI, DADDY!" He can't hold in his laughter. The siblings closest to him look amused, clearly having heard the yelling.

"Hi, Danny! Tam giving you candy?"

"Nooo" Danny is a terrible liar. Tam says something. "See you soon, daddy."

Tam takes the phone before Tim can reply. "He didn't want to sleep before he saw you. I expect he'll crash after seeing your okay, candy or no candy."

"It's fine, Tam. I don't care so long as it doesn't become a regular thing. Now, drive safe."

"See you soon." And the call ends.

Dick sniffles. "My little Timmy is growing up!"

Steph points dramatically at him. "You're a teen dad!!"

"I mean, I'm a teen vigilante and a teen CEO. Being a teen dad is the most normal thing I currently am." Tim says, raising an eyebrow at her. "Beside, you technically were too. Only difference is I'm just keeping the baby I made... Er.. I mean that in the least insulting way possible. I respect your decision, just respect mine."

"Okay, but you virgin Mary-ed your baby. I, at least, got laid for mine."

Tim flushes. "Dude!"

"I'm sure we can still find you someone our age into dilfs and get your cherry popped." Steph grins at him.

"Steph! Shut up about my sex life!" Tim throws a pillow at her and struggles out of bed. "I hate you so much right now."

"Master Tim, please take the crutches if you're planning to leave the med bay." Alfred calls out, and Tim grumbles, but complies. Detouring to the locker room and throwing on a sweater and some sweatpants that's been sitting in his locker for a year. They smell a little musty, but they're clean and cover the bandages. Hopefully his son won't freak out too bad. Losing his spleen traumatized the poor kid.

He heads upstairs to wait near the front door. Dick, Damian, and Steph following behind him like the worse ducklings he could think of. Dick, at least, grabs a chair so Tim can sit while they wait.

"Master Tim, does Master Danny have any allergies? And what are his food preferences?" Alfred asks as he passes out post patrol drinks. Tim doesn't accept his, he doesn't want it to be in the way when Danny comes flying in. Literally. Danny figured out how to float about a month ago, and his feet have barely touched the floor since.

"He's got the same weaknesses as all the other kryptonians. He's not a picky eater and doesn't seem to be allergic to anything food wise, but he hates toast." He smiles at the looks his siblings send him. "Don't ask me why. He just hates toast. Veggies, no problem, but toast? Toast leads to temper tantrums."

Steph cackles loudly at that while a confused Dick chuckles.

"I shall keep that in mind." Alfred sounds amused.

"I've gained massive respect for Ma and Pa Kent. Superpowered toddler tantrums are rough when you're just a human." Tim knows he has a dopey look on his face, but couldn't care less. "Danny's such a sweet kid, though. He gets so distraught if he accidentally hits me and does everything in his childish power to apologize and "make up" for it when he does."

Tim frowns. "Which is another reason I'm worried Ra's did something. Danny would hit, kick, and bite the man anytime he got in range. It seems out of character and more personal than just not wanting to share his dad."

"That is concerning." Dick shares his worried frown. They wipe the looks off their faces when there's a knock on the door. Steph dances over and opens it.

"Hell-"

"DADDY!" A tiny blur darts around her and skids to a stop in front of Tim. He can hear his siblings melt as this tiny child holds up his arms. "Up!"

"Just remember to be careful with my ribs, sweetheart. They got hurt." Tim says while scooping his son up. "You ran right past your aunt and uncles, think you can say hi to them?"

Danny looks at his siblings, seemingly debating if he vibes with them, before waving a tiny hand. "Hi.."

Steph and Dick being overly dramatic and acting like they just suffered a heart attack from cuteness, spooks the poor kid. Danny hides his face in Tim's shoulder. Damian edges closer, blocking Dick and Steph's view. He makes sure to lean down to be more at Danny's eye level.

"Hello, Aedan. I am Damian Al Gul Wayne. I hear you dislike my grandfather. A valid response to meeting the man." Danny peaks at him, and the teen gives him a small smile. "Ignore Stephanie and Richard, they can be a lot, but they mean well."

"Baby Bat!" Dick sounds like close to happy tears.

"Demon Brat! That's the nicest thing you've ever said about me!" The grin is audible in Steph's voice.

"They are, unfortunately, also idiots." Damian says sagely.

"There it is." Tim chuckles, running a hand through Danny's soft feathery hair. Danny looks between Tim and Damian, there's a calculating look on his face, clearly deciding if he should give this "Al Gul" a chance. "It's fine, Danny. He's very different than his grandfather. If you ask him nicely, I'm sure he'll introduce you to his pets."

"Pets?" Danny blinks and turns to fully look at Damian.

"Indeed. I currently have a cat, a dog, a cow, and a turkey." Danny literally vibrates at the news.

"Can I meet them?"

"I'd be more than happy to introduce you tomorrow." Tim has never seen Damian look so soft. "You and your father should get a good night's rest. You'll have more energy to play that way."

Danny pouts, but agrees. "Okay."

"Thanks for babysitting, Tam." Tim calls out to the woman watching everything unfold with amusement.

"No problem. He was an angel, even while sugar high." She grins. "I'd be more than willing to do it again sometime. I'm going to head out now. Bye, Danny!"

"Bye!!" Danny floats a little to wave wildly at her as she leaves. Damian keeps his surprise off his face and not moving in the way of the tot's goodbyes.

"Aedan, may I carry you?" Damian asks once Danny is settled back in Tim's lap. "Your father unfortunately needs to use crutches to get to his room."

Tim is amused by the calculating look sliding back onto Danny's face. He can only imagine the kid's internal debate; let Damian pick him up and the Drakes can retire and cuddle in Tim's room or stay right where he is. It never ceases to amuse Tim on how Danny can ping pong between normal toddler behavior and being ridiculously serious. He blames himself for forgetting to adjust the knowledge download when making him. The kid knows about more things than he should, and it's made him more jaded than a 2 year old should be.

"Okay... on'y cause it's bedtime." Danny informs Damian while holding his arms out. Damian gently picks him up.

"Of course." Tim can't believe how cute his murderous little brother is being. Guess he can add small children to the things that make the teen loosen up.

Tim struggles a little getting up the stairs, but he gets there. Damian waits patiently with a worried Danny at the top. Tim is positive that only reason he isn't being teased is because his siblings don't want his protective baby to dislike them. It's funny, but actually really nice. He's really tired of his family's culture of making fun of any weakness. Danny's cute baby face and hatred for bullying is really going to change this place, Tim just knows it.

Dick carries Danny's baby bag upstairs after them. Tim can feel Dick wanting to coo, but holding it in because Danny keeps eyeing him warily. Just adding to Tim's amusement.

Once in Tim's room, and after good nights are exchanged, Tim and Danny get ready for bed. Tim cleans himself up by taking a bird bath in the sink, not fully willing to commit to a shower just yet. He mostly just doesn't want to change his bandages. He also wants to cuddle his son, who's patiently waiting on the bed with his wolf plushy. He named it Wulf, which was a hilariously Kon thing to do. Tim nearly died from cuteness when Danny told him the plushy's name.

Tim lays down and tucks Danny to his chest. "I love you, kiddo."

"I 'ove you, too, Daddy." Danny mumbles before conking out. Tim can't help his smile. He dozes off to Danny's tiny snores.

Tim wakes up to Danny wiggling around. The tot waking up, but not wanting to. A glance towards his alarm clock, 10:30. They've actually slept in. Nice.

"Morning, Danny."

"M'ning." Danny mumbles directly before unintentionally smacking Tim in the face with Wulf. Tim huffs a laugh and sits up, his spin cracking as he stretches.

"You hungry?"

Danny flops over, grumpy to be awake. "Yeah."

Tim grins and scoops Danny up. "Let's eat breakfast in pajamas!"

Danny looks surprised. Tim insisted they be dressed in light armor the whole time they were on the LoA, so the suggestion must seem insane to him. He scrunches up his face. "It's safe here?"

"This is probably one of the safest places for us to be." Tim kisses Danny's forehead. "I'll admit, it hasn't always been that way for me in particular, but we're working on it, and I trust them to not stab me in the back... You're allowed to be as petty as you want if you find them dissatisfactory."

"Like wif Rawthy?" Tim takes a deep pleasure in Danny's deliberate mispronouncing of Ra's name. Danny knows how and can say it properly. He just chooses not to. Tim loves it.

"Exactly." Danny is now completely awake and buzzing to cause chaos. It's adorable.

"Yay!" Tim starts carrying Danny to the kitchen, completely abandoning the crutches he was told to use.

"Just remember to play nice first. You don't want to accidentally bully someone who doesn't deserve it."

"Fine.." Danny pouts. Tim kisses his cheek.

"Thank you, sweetie."

"Master Tim. Where are your crutches?" Alfred jump scares the Drakes.

"O-oh! Hi, Alfred, I was just taking Danny to the kitchen for breakfast!" Alfred raises an eyebrow and Tim pouts. "And I didn't feel like using them."

"Oh yeah!" Danny remembers that Tim was using crutches now and is wiggling to be set down. "You're hurt, Daddy! Put me down!"

"Okay, okay, starlight!" Tim chuckles, setting the boy gently on his feet. "Better?"

"No!" Danny drags him to the kitchen's small breakfast table. "You'll never heal! Sit down! We'll get your crontches!"

"Crutches, Danny. And how about we have breakfast first. The crutches aren't going anywhere." Tim smiles at his son. "You can even ask Alfred what my wound care should be after we eat. He can explain everything and you can hold me to it."

"Indeed." Alfred sounds amused, possibly not thinking this 2 year old will hold them both to it, but Danny will.

"O'ay" Danny then blinks. "What's fo breakfast?"

It's all pretty peaceful. Tim just enjoying a lazy morning with his son. As soon as Danny is done eating, he drags Alfred away to get the crutches and explain Tim's wound care to him. Tim can only watch on in helpless amusement.

"He's adorable." Dick grins as he enters the room and sits across from Tim.

"Yeah." Tim is still smiling at the doorway Danny and Alfred left from, but it takes a sad tilt. "Losing my spleen really traumatized him. He polices my unhealthy habits and does his best to get me to take care of my injuries when he's sure they won't be used against us."

"YOU LOST YOUR WHAT??"

"It's been a crazy year."

"Tim, Timmy, my caffeine addicted little brother, I'm going to need more information than that!" Dick is stressed, but Tim is still feeling a little petty, so he answers nothing.

"I forgot my meds, actually. I usually shove them in a pocket after dressing, but I didn't get dressed... oops." Tim shrugs. "It got Danny to feel safer with being here, since I'm not insisting on light armor or anything like on base."

"Tim! I have questions!" Dick is flailing.

"Daddy!" Danny flies into the room (literally) and is shoving his pillow divider case into his hands. "You forgot!"

"Thank you, Danny. I was just realizing that and was planning to grab them after you got my crutches." Tim runs a hand through Danny's hair before dry swallowing his medication. Alfred slides into the room with the crutches.

"It warms my heart to see a youth so dedicated to keeping track of other's health." Danny turns and beams at Alfred.

"I like helping!"

"That's very admirable, Master Danny."

Danny frowns a little. "I'm too little to help a lot yet."

"Any help is more help than before." Tim cuts in, giving a lopsided grin. "Besides, your dad is atrocious at self care. You got to help your dear ol' dad. I'd simply die without you."

"You're not old." Danny mumbles, blushing at how thick Tim is laying it on. Tim noticed early on that Danny needs to feel needed or helpful, or he'll spiral and get depressed. He's not sure why Danny is like that. Tim's 90% sure it's not something Tim downloaded into his brain or said to Danny, meaning it could be something he picked up from Tim's own behavior, or possibly someone at the LoA manipulated into him, or is just something Danny naturally had. Tim has no idea on the why, but makes a point to let Danny help him, even when he really doesn't need the help. He wants his baby happy, and does try to talk to Danny about not having to help. But, ya know, pot, kettle, and all that. Tim knows his own need to be useful is just as bad.

He should find them therapists for it now that he's thinking about it. Last thing he wants is Danny to end up like him. Tim has done some insane and stupid shit to help and/or please people.

"My joints disagree." Tim jokes.

"I feel that." Dick chuckles. "Good morning, Danny!"

"Good morning..." Danny says shyly, floating into Tim's lap.

"Do you have any plans for the day?" Dick asks.

"Dam'n's pets?" Danny looks hopeful.

"Ah, he's looking forward to introducing you." Dick aims his 100 watt smile at Danny, who doesn't seem to know what to think of the man.

"Indeed I am." Damian choses that moment to enter the room. "Hello, Aedan."

"Hi!!" Danny carefully gets off of Tim's lap so he can zoom to his uncle. "What is their names??"

Tim grabs the crutches Alfred left nearby. He spends the rest of the day dodging Dick's questions, watching Danny be delighted by Damian and his pets, and passing on the information on Bruce. It's a very nice, peaceful day.

So, of course, it can't stay that way. It's Duke meeting Danny that unintentionally disrupts the peace.

"Hello, Danny. I'm Duke Thomas. I'm a meta like you." Duke greets Danny cheerfully, but Tim can't help but notice Duke doesn't take his sunglasses off.

"Hi!!" Danny floats about a foot off the floor. "What powers do you have??"

"I have photokinesis." Duke makes a tiny rainbow in his hands. Danny oos and aaas over Duke's explanations before he totting over to Damian to play with Alfred the cat. Duke stares after Danny for a minute before turning to Tim, who's getting more and more worried.

"Duke?"

"Do you know Danny glows?"

"He what?" Tim's ribs hurt from how hard he jolts.

"Okay, okay, was pretty sure I was the only one who could see it." Duke mumbles before finally pushing his sunglasses up and making eye contact with Tim. "He glows the same way Jason does during a pit rage episode. Danny's glow is more stable and constant and a brighter shade of green, but it's definitely the same thing."

Tim can feel himself shaking in barely concealed rage. "That motherfucker. I should have completely destroyed everything he loved."

"Who?" Duke asks warily.

"Ra's. He had to have done something to Danny. There's no reason Danny should be glowing like that." Tim takes a calming breath, not wanting Danny to see him angry.

"I'm sorry." Duke offers his sympathy.

"Not as sorry as Ra's is going to be."

"Are we planning a murder over here?" Jason jokes as he enters the room through the door next to Tim and Duke and sees Tim's face.

"Debating the pros and cons of it currently." Tim takes another deep breath.

"Oh, shit, for real?" Jason looks shocked.

"Danny glows similarly to you." Duke explains. "Meaning Ra's definitely did something to him behind Tim's back."

"Ooooh! Yeah, okay, that's very murder worthy." Tim smiles a little at that, feeling validated.

"Thanks, Jason."

"No problem, I'll help. I got beef with both Ra's and Talia, so I can take all the blame if Goldie or Demon Brat ask." Jason offers. "Before that, introduce me at the kid. Dick has been insufferable all day. Squealing and sending pictures and shit."

Tim chuckles. "Yeah, I do that. Hey, Danny! Can I borrow you for a second?"

Danny pats Alfred the cat one last time before trots over.

"Danny, this is your Uncle Jason."

"Hel-"

"Why do you smell green?" Danny cuts Jason's greeting off. He's staring hard at his uncle.

"Smell green?" Jason head tilts and squats down to be closer to eye level with the kid. There's still a foot of difference between the two, but it's the thought that counts. "What do you mean?

"You smell green." Danny frowns, thinking hard on how to get them to understand what he means. "Like Rawthy. And the weird lake thingies."

"Rawthy?" Jason and Duke both look confused.

"That's his name for Ra's. Danny gives the people he doesn't like awful nicknames to mess with them." Tim smirks at the looks his siblings give him. "He's fully aware of what he's doing, and I see no reason to stop him."

"Oh! He's petty!" Jason grins. "Just like his dad!"

Danny beams at Jason, clearly proud of himself.

Jason preceeds to give the simplest and kid safe version they've ever heard of his story. "To answer your question, I got really hurt by a bad man, and so your uncle Damian's mother dropped me in the green lake to heal me, but the green got stuck."

Danny seems to think about what he was told before holding his hands up to Jason. "Hug?"

"Sure, kid." Jason scoops Danny up into his arms and stands. Jason seems to stiffen as Danny melts. "Huh?"

"What up?" Tim asks, eyeing Duke in a way that demands the picture Duke just took be sent Tim. He wants that picture. Duke smiles and nods.

"Your kid just calmed the Pit." Jason gives Tim a stunted blink. "It's completely silent."

"Huh??"

"Dude, I don't know!" Jason hugs a snuggly Danny closer to him. "I'm pretty sure I could argue with Bruce about his stupid rules and keep a level head right now. I'm hugging your kid anytime I see him if this is the vibe I get each time."

"Only if he agrees to it." Tim flounders with this new info. "I'm still trying to teach him boundaries and consent."

"He's definitely tied to the pit in some way." Duke says, texting rapidly. "It's unfortunate that we won't be able to locate and murder Ra's before Bruce is rescued."

"I should have taken my chance." Tim grumbles.

Damian walks over, eyeing Jason and Danny. "Something happen?"

"Apparently, Jason smells like green, like Ra's and the "green lake", and can calm Jason's pit." Tim explains. Damian looks pissed at the first part, understanding it means Danny was exposed to the Pits, but he looks like he's not sure how to take the second part. Which, mood.

Danny starts wiggling. "Down, please."

"Oh! Sure, little man." Jason gently puts Danny down. Danny slides up to Damian.

"Can I still play with kitty Alfred?"

"Let's go see. He might be done hanging out and we must respect that." Damian takes Danny's hand and leads him back to Alfred the cat. The remaining siblings watch them for a minute.

"He's sweet." Duke turns a smile towards Tim.

"Like sugar." Tim has his own fond smile. "I don't regret making him at all. Best mental breakdown decision I've ever made."

"You terrify me sometimes, Timbers."

"Only sometimes?" Duke jokes, but Tim can see there's some truth to Duke's joke. There's a wariness in his eyes. But Tim just shrugs, not offended in the slightest. He knows he's a bit much, and Duke is the newest to his brand of crazy.

Tim does end up giving Jason and Duke more concrete answers to his year away, unlike when Dick was asking earlier. Mostly because Tim and Jason started to bond before they both left Gotham and can commiserate, and he tells Duke because he's there and it's funny to watch his reactions to what Tim and Jason are saying. It reminds Tim that he's watched his sweet 2 year old troll the hell out of ninjas and Ra's.

The rest of the night is tame. It becomes apparent that Danny prefers the "calmer" family members. He shies away from anyone being rambunctious, so mostly Steph and Dick. Everyone else is just abandoned for a new person if they start yelling or shouting. Tim thinks it's probably because he's not used to Steph or Dick's energy, having not met anyone like them before, and his ears are sensitive. Tim starts looking for noise canceling headphones for him at that realization. He didn't notice because the LoA bases were always quiet, outside of the training grounds, so it wasn't an issue before.

Danny still polices Tim's wound care, much to everyone's amusement. He memorized everything Alfred the human told him about Tim's injuries and takes it very seriously.

It's a fun night, all things considered.

[asapeveryday]

BP - P.BUECKERS

read BONFIRE for some context....HERE warnings: closeted reader, drunk swimming, making out, slight public sex, attempted pool sex, oral sex (paige.recieving), you and Paige are kinda goofs lol sorry Tl;DR - You didn't think you'd be seeing Paige again after she'd disappeared so quickly that night at the bonfire. Turns out you've got some mutual friends with the girl...so things might get wetter than they did the first time.

A/N: wanted to write pool sex and then remembered it lowkey sucks. we try tho. enjoy. also i luv this song

"Fuck, fuck fuck fhuckkkk."

"What?" Your friend frowns, nudging you slightly and widening her eyes.

"Fuck." You bring your hands to your hair, turning away from the sight of the living room with your friend close on your heels.

"Girl, what the hell is going on?" She snaps, pulling your hands from your head. You eye her for a second, thinking, considering.

Should you tell her? Could you tell her?

A month ago or so, you attended that massive bonfire party with your friend, got drunk, flirted and made out with the Paige Bueckers, then lost her in crowd slightly after.

And nobody knows. In fact, your friends don't even know you swing that way. And you aren't planning on telling them anytime soon.

It was bad enough that the taste of her drove you insane days afterward, that you started to actually pay attention to her games, that you contemplated fucking yourself to the sound of her voice during interviews—yes, it got that bad—while simultaneously avoiding her at all costs.

But now you were out, you were ready to get wasted with a smaller group of people at a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend's house party, and she was there. Sitting casually in the living room. Just existing, as if she hasn't been the subject of your erotic fantasies since the day your lips met hers.

"I'm going home." You say.

"In what car?" Your friend raises a brow. "Cus I drove, and I'm not taking you."

"I'll walk."

"Why do you want to leave so bad?" She asks seriously, and you consider explaining it all before she adds, "Is that guy from the bonfire here? Or some other awkward hookup you've had? I swear, you get with the weirdest guys if any at all."

"Never mind." You sigh, chickening out of correcting her. "I think I should just go home."

"You were looking forward to tonight like, all week." She groans.

"Yeah, I was." Before Paige fucking Bueckers turned up. "But not anymore."

"You're lying." She elbows you. "You need a shot. We're gonna do shots."

Before you can object, she takes you by the arm and pulls you back to the living room, past the couches and chairs, which you pointedly avoid looking at, into the kitchen.

It's open concept, bad, but lots of people are in there, good, spinning up drinks of their own and fishing through coolers and fridges for fresh cans to crack open. You watch as an XL bottle of Grey Goose Vodka makes its way through a string of hands before landing on the counter in front of you, a plate of sliced lemons following soon after.

"Are you joking." You scoff, watching as your friend pours a few shot glasses full of the clear liquid. "This is literally straight hand sanitizer, what the fuck is wrong with you."

"You need it." She shrugs, pouring some extra for the others around you. "Just do one, please, I'll find something better after." She whines.

"Okay, okay." You grunt, holding one shot glass up. "Lets just do this."

She picks up her glass, as do a few others around the kitchen counter. As your eyes part from those in the kitchen to the living room across from you, a shiver runs down your spine.

She's there. Sitting, slouched back and legs spread confidently. A few of her friends sit on either side of her, and even though you can see her nod as they speak, you can see her eyes are stuck on you, curiously, dripping in mirth and intrigue.

When your eyes meet hers, they change. Suprise, recognition. She remembers you.

You throw your head back quickly, shooting the awful, burning shot down your throat and following up with a lemon slice to cut the taste as your friend squeals. You shudder as it makes it's way down, sharing a look of disgust with some of those around you.

Your hair stands on end when your eyes meet Paige's again. They're intent now, expressionless, observant. You can't help but shiver, already remembering how it felt to be pressed against her.

"One more." You turn to your friend, defiantly ready now. "And make it something good."

---

You're light-headed before you know it, that comforting, warm buzz in your fingertips is pulsing beautifully. You're drunk, giggling with your friends as R&B blasts from the living room speaker. The lights are warm and dim, room filled with heavy bass and laughter. Summer Walker prevalent. It's a good ambience.

You make your way around the house, pinkies locked with your friend as she stops to talk to everyone she can find. When she reaches the living room, you stand slightly dazed as she talks to this incredibly tall girl with a UConn tracksuit on.

She plays some sport, you think to yourself, sizing up the girl hazily, basketball, you realize.

She's funny, thats for sure. The living room is full, you can feel people brush against you as they filter through the room. You don't care in the slightest until you feel someone brush up against your backside a little too hard, and in curiousity you turn to check who.

At the same time, just your luck, a familiar face turns to look at you too. Her blonde hair is tied back lazily in a bun, glasses pushed a little too far down her nose. Her eyes—so blue it throws you off.

The minute her eyes land on yours, those pretty blues widen.

Of course, Paige.

She turns to face you, posture straight, tongue darting out to wet her lips. You remember those lips vividly, the way they pried you open. She catches you staring at her mouth, and those lips perk into a little smile.

"Hi." You utter dumbly, heart racing.

"Hi." She says back, smile evident in her tone. "Drunk again?"

"Just a bit." You hum, taking a sip out of the concoction your friend made for you coyly.

"That doesn't look virgin to me." You add, eyes motioning to the drink in her hand. Twisted-Tea, the same thing you drank the day you met her.

"Thought I'd try it." She shrugs, dawning this amused look that really does something to you. "Knew I'd like it though. I remember the taste." She adds, and your stomach genuinely drops at the implication.

"Good memory." You murmer, feeling your face warm. Not only were you drunk, but the room was so full that you could feel yourself sweating. Having her here, staring at you like that, was not helping.

"It was hard to forget." She cocks her head. "Don't act like you haven't thought about it." Paige says. Her eyes drag up and down your body, memorizing every curve and slant you have to offer. You wonder suddenly, if she somehow knows just how much you've thought of her. The idea makes you embarrassed.

"What's my name?" You ask innocently.

"Hm?" She jolts slightly, brows raised.

"Since you remember so well," you shrug, smiling to yourself, "what's my name Paige?"

She licks her lips again, this time uncomfortably. You watch as she throws back her drink, brows furrowing in thought. Her cheeks are pink, flushed with embarrassment and alchohol.

"Shit." She mumbles.

"Mhm." You hum, knowing damn well you never told her your name.

Not that she asked.

"Uh," she coughs, "that's- that's my bad." Paige huffs. She looks genuinely sorry, it's incredibly cute. "I remember everything else."

"Oh yeah?" You raise a brow, enjoying having the upper hand. "How many girls do you kiss without knowing their name?" You say, quieter for the sake of her privacy.

"More than you'd think." She grins.

"Wrong answer." You fake a frown, looking at her disappointed but not surprised. You cross your arms, plumping your breasts in the process, and internally celebrate when you catch her eyes glance there.

"I'm kidding, baby." She sighs apologetically, inching closer to you, looking at you through her lashes.

"It was a damn good kiss." You shrug with false disinterest. "At least I think so...hard to remember."

As you sip your drink, a droplet of alcohol dribbles from the rim of your red solo cup. Without thinking, your tongue darts out to lick off the drop, eyes still on Paige.

You can see her vision focus on you, your mouth specifically. You notice how her posture shifts. The effect it has on her.

"I could jog your memory a bit." Paige says, her voice lower. She leans a little, close enough to whisper in your ear. "Promise you'll hear your name come outta my mouth loud n' clear." She whispers, tickling your skin. You can feel her grin against you. She's driving you crazy.

"Paige," you hum against her, intentionally breathy. You feel her tense at your tone. "don't act like you won't run away again."

She pulls away, frown evident on her face. She's practically pouting, torn from your teasing and offended by your comments. "Didn't wanna get between you and your next hookup." She huffs, obviously bothered. "How was the ride?" She snorts.

"Could've been better." You lie, letting your eyes dart from her face to her body. "I thought about someone else the whole time."

This takes her aback, you can see it in the way her eyes spark. "Yeah?" She breathes.

"Yeah." You smile, grabbing your friend and turning to leave. You let your eyes stay on Paige as the two of you exit the room, before turning down the hall, heart beating out of your chest.

--

"Holy fuck." Your friend warbles, throwing her head back. The two of you are seated facing each other on the steps of the staircase, empty drinks littered around the cold wood. You were slightly sobered now, and she was just starting to lose her buzz. You decided to tell her a similar version of your story with Paige—conveniently leaving out her gender and her name.

"You guys need to fuck. Like now." She whines. "I'll literally pay you to bang him."

Him. You scoff to yourself, not quite ready to challenge that assumption yet.

"I don't think it would work, honestly." You sigh. "Sh-he talks big, but he has to keep it on the down-low, you know? Not sure if we can get away with being sneaky."

"Shut up." She tuts. "You're making excuses. People are sneaky all the time, hence the term sneaky-link." She says matter-o-factly. "Bang. Just bang him." She slaps her thighs. "It'll be hotter as a secret, honestly. God, I wish I had a sneaky-link right now."

"Yeah, okay." You roll your eyes, getting up and walking down the stairs. You peek around the corner and look through the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Everyone's outside.

"Where's everyone at?" Your friend groans. "Got so quiet in here all of a sudden."

"Outside." You hum in thought. "Motherfucker has a pool."

--

You can't help but think to yourself, what the actual hell are you doing.

"Don't be a pussy." Some random girl says, nudging you. She takes her top off in a hurry, followed by her leggings before jumping clumsily into the pool. Many people follow close after her.

"I'm like, still a little tipsy." You frown, arms crossed over your low-cut top. "Take your fucking clothes off." Your friend groans, stepping out of her dress with no shame. "I know damn well you're wearing the cute bra. C'mon."

"Okay, jeez." You sigh, internally thanking yourself for shaving before hand. Your choice of undergarments doesn't hurt either. You're not 100% confident as you pull your shirt over your head and slip out of your jean skirt, but you're wearing your favourite matching set, black lace cheeky-cut underwear and a matching bra.

As you adjust your bra, your eyes wander to the other side of the deck where Paige is chatting up the tall girl with the UConn tracksuit. Her shorts are still on, basic blue basketball shorts, but her shirt is half-off, lingering around her toned arms.

Shit, talk about toned. The blue light from the pool reflects onto the very surface of her skin, contouring every line of her abdomen and curve of her biceps. She finally tosses her shirt to the side, slipping into the water gracefully till it reaches her black sports bra.

Now it's her turn to stare, she realizes you're in front of her and takes her time soaking up the sight of you, the way your bra pushes your tits up, the way she can tell from the front that your underwear is lacking coverage in the back. Her eyes follow you all the way to the descending steps you take into the pool. They look bright, hungry.

The night is dark except for the light from the pool. There's a little cave with a waterfall covering the entrance near the end. Best of all, the water is really, really warm.

"Didn't think I'd be swimming tonight." You mumble awkwardly.

"Coulda' fooled me." Paige snorts, pointedly looking at your boobs. "You came prepared."

"It's cute that you think so." You roll your eyes, raising your arms to adjust your hair.

Her hand comes out from under the water, delicately fixing whatever piece of hair you were fumbling with. You don't care that she basically just got your hair wet, with the way her eyes are darting between your eyes and your lips, you couldn't care less.

"Tell me your name." She mumbles shyly.

"You should remember." You cock your head teasingly.

Her demeanour changes then, you can practically see her eyes darken the way people say they do in romance books. She's closer now, and you find yourself grasping onto her shoulders as her hips glide against you. You're straddling her torso under the water, fingers forming a firm grip on the muscles of her traps.

"I just remembered," she says, "that you never actually told me."

"Huh." You squeak. "Could've sworn I did."

"I think you just like playin' with me." She grunts, biting her lip slightly. "Makin' me feel bad."

"Awe, I'm sorry Paige." You chime, hyper-aware of the grip her hands have on your lower back. "I could make you feel better, if you want."

"Tell me your name." She repeats seriously. Her glasses gleam from the pool light.

You lean into her, adoring how your chest pushes against her, how her shoulders feel under your palms. You whisper your name into her ear slowly, annunciating it perfectly. No room for misunderstanding, no room for forgetting.

She internalizes it, repeats it silently, mumbles it into your neck. You feel the letters vibrate through your skin as her hands inch closer and closer to the bare surface of your ass.

"You left me last time." You whisper. "Make it up to me."

"I want to so bad." She groans, parting from you slightly. You watch her as she looks around at the other people in the pool, most of them couples. You realize suddenly, just how dangerous the position you're in is for her. And for you.

"The cave." You say, motioning behind her. "It's a little more, uhm. Private."

The look you share with her in that moment is priceless. One of mutual understanding, mutual benefit. Her heart beats fast, her blinking is slow. You know she'll say yes.

--

The moment you two are covered by the expanse of your rich host's poolside-cave, her body is on yours again.

The sound of water sloshing as music blasts from the outside isn't enough to distract from the way you sound against her, the sound of your lips parting from hers- or the noises she makes as your hands slip under her now-soaked sports bra.

You let yourself feel her up under the wet material, running the pads of your fingers over her hardening nipples and relishing the way she shivers at your touch.

In return, her hands get grabby underwater, toying with the band of your lacy thong, gripping at the skin of your ass, grazing the soft flesh of your inner thighs. Urgent, amused, teasing. You can feel her intentions bleed through her fingertips, you can taste them against her bared teeth, grinning when you gasp as her fingers pry your thong to the side.

Your hands travel from her tits to her waist, rock solid, you notice, as you trail kisses down her jaw and neck. Her breathing quickens as you tatter her skin all the way down to her collarbone with your lips, and you can't help but jump when you feel one of her fingers slide between your folds tentatively.

"You good?" She murmurs, fingers freezing just flush against your submerged skin. You resist the urge to rut against her, but appreciate her concern.

"Better than good." You hum, parting from her chest to kiss her jaw again, to which she lets out a shuddering exhale. "Are you?"

She just raises a satisfied brow, before pressing the pad of her thumb to your clit.

Paige's lips swallow any whimper that may have littered the air before it can escape your mouth, her thumb rubbing controlled circle on your clit as her index teases your entrance shyly.

"You just fucking love teasing, huh." You sigh out, lips grazing hers.

"This is karma." She cocks her head. "For acting like I forgot your name."

"You would've forgotten even if I told you." You huff back, biting your lip when her stimulation picks up the pace. It feels...different underwater. You're not sure what to think of it.

"I'm good with names, actually." Paige grins. "I have a good memory in general. You might be projecting."

"Oh yeah?" You frown, brows screwing as she slips a finger in you.

"Yep." She bats her flashes, watching your face intently as she slips in and out of you slowly, as if experimenting with your reactions.

"What makes you say that?"

"How many girls do you kiss at random?" She hums, twisting your earlier question around to bite you. "Because you forgot that was a two-person crime."

You try to scoff, but it comes off a bit strangled as she slips another finger in.

"Oh." Is all you can respond with as she works her way around you. It's suprising, really, how accomodating she is. Two fingers curling inside you with a sort of gentleness that gives you time to adjust.

It's not what you expected from her, and the thought almost makes you feel bad. You move your hands from her waist to her hips, toying with the waistband of her shorts before slipping them a little lower.

She keeps your head above water, if it weren't for her steady grip on you, you probably would've been struggling. As her pace starts to increase, you tuck your head into the crook of her neck. You can feel Paige's lips quirk as you now toy with the band of her tight little briefs. Why she kept two layers on for the swim? You weren't sure. Maybe she didn't think things would go this far.

You decide to sling one arm around her shoulders while the other continues its work underwater. Your fingertips graze the mound of skin just under her belly, and you feel her shiver.

Almost at the same time, you try your best to keep your whimpers to a minimum when she starts to pump in and out of you faster. To your dismay, it's not all that you thought it would be, and you felt like it may not be her fault, either.

"Fuck" You whisper into her. You want to keep going, you really do. The music is loud, the water is warm, Paige is so fucking fine, but the action you're getting is sub-par. You can't tell if you're wet because of the pool water, and it's one thing for you to be slightly unsatisfied, but you suddenly want to taste her, and that isn't going to work here.

Slipping your hands away from her, you gently break from Paige, and her face morphs into one of confusion as she slips her fingers out of you from under the water. Her expression seems lost- maybe even a little concerned as the distance between you and her grows.

"I'm going back inside." You say, heart still thumping from earlier. "Upstairs, specifically." You add with a cringe, hoping she understands what you mean.

"Uh," Paige tuts, wading in the water awkwardly. You raise a brow, slightly tipping your head motioning her to follow you.

"Ohhh." She nods, her confused look replaced by a relieved one. She begins to follow you out of the waterfall-covered cave when you hold out a hand to her chest.

"What now?" She huffs.

"I'm going first." You mumble. "You come after."

Her brows furrow.

"Unless you want everyone in the pool to see us come out together and go upstairs?"

It clicks again, and she laughs. "Got something to hide?"

"Hey, it's for your sake too." You smile, turning and swimming out of the cave. You're drenched by the water that pours out of the entrance, and then you're back into the main body of the pool. it's gotten darker out now, and there's still a big group of people making out or chatting in the water, seemingly unaware of what was going on inside the cave.

You slip out quietly, grabbing your clothes as you walk through the deck towards to the sliding door into the house. You don't check to see who's watching, you just hope Paige has the sense to pace herself.

--

You're not sure whose bedroom it is. You also don't really care.

It's empty, it has a bed. Major score.

You peek your head out of the door slightly, waiting on Paige, ignoring the surge of anxiety everytime it sounds like someone might be coming upstairs.

Finally, you see a dash of water-darkened blonde sneak up the staircase, turning the corner conspicuously before spotting your motioning hands from your half-closed bedroom door and darting inside.

There's something so exciting about it. Sneaking around. You can tell she feels the same way, that there's a part of her that enjoys looking both ways before darting off to meet you.

She's grinning hard when you shut the door and lock it—not in a sultry way, but a grin of pure enjoyment.

"You're shivering." She comments, lazily checking you out. "I can see your goosebumps."

"I'm in a soaking wet bra and thong." You raise an eyebrow, smiling.

Paige's grin doesn't falter. "So take em' off."

"Desperate much?" You laugh, feeling for the clasp of your bra before you unclip it, and take it off.

"Not my fault." She shrugs, watching your every move. "You fucked around the whole time in the cave. Now I'm impatient."

"Sorry." You hum, fondling with the wet fabric of your lace thong. "The pool wasn't doing it for me."

Paige steps closer to you now, her fingers toying with the lace edges of your underwear with some thought. The feeling of her fingers grazing your hips makes your goosebumps worse.

"You'd think it'd be more...wet." She chews her cheek. "Like, how the fuck does fucking in a pool feel dry."

You laugh at that, glad she's on the same page. "S'not just that." You shrug, reaching to push her glasses up further on the bridge of her nose. "There are some things you just can't do in a pool."

"What'd you have in mind?" She raises a brow, tugging your underwear down a bit.

You slap her hands away from you now. "Get on the bed." You smile. "And take your bottoms off. They're fucking freezing."

"Shit, okay." Her eyes widen at your forwardness, but her lips break into an excited expression as she backsteps onto the bed, peeling her wet shorts and briefs off with fervour.

You take your underwear off yourself, but she doesn't get much time to stare before you slink atop her, meeting her in a languid kiss. She's ready, prepared, even, as her tongue darts to meet yours. It's sloppy in an instant, but much needed. You're both freezing, but her mouth is warm and you can imagine yours is the same.

You slot your knee between her long legs, she adjusts, grinding softly against it. You cage her in, arms on either side of her. Her hands find the small of your waist, and take up an arousing amount of area on your skin.

Aside from the smacking noises of your well-deserved makeout session and the occasional whimper from Paige, you can feel the base from the speaker playing downstairs. It's a nice touch.

You can feel her arousal on you, she's genuinely sopping. You part your lips from hers, trailing down her neck and relishing the groans that are nolonger being swallowed by your kisses.

"Didn't think this was how it'd be going." She sighs.

"No?" You huff against her.

"Nah." She hums. "You're closeted as fuck. Usually your type isn't this...you know."

You stop then, rising from the crook of her jaw to stare at her through her lopsided glasses. "I could say the same about you."

"Pfft." She snorts. "What d'you mean?"

"This sneaky thing we've been doing tonight?" You scoff. "Is beneficial for both of us. You're not exactly out either."

"Yeah, but everyone knows." She shrugs.

"Okay Paige." You roll your eyes. "So what do you want? Should we hard launch?"

"Ha ha." She grunts dryly.

"Or should I just stop? Since you're above a little secrecy." You hum, sliding your knee away from her core.

"No." She cuts in, her hands gripping you harder, pulling you in.

You stare at her. She stares at you.

"I, uhm." She blinks, before breaking out into a grin again. "Fuck, woman. Fine, I'll admit it's fun."

"Uhuh." You mumble, crawling further down her body. Her hands leave your waist as you leave her reach. You trail kisses down her collarbone, her toned abs, her navel. You pause above her pussy, opting to press light kisses to her inner thighs instead.

"Fuck." She sighs. "C'mon...." She trails off, murmuring your name.

"You think you're hot shit." You grin against the softness of her skin. "Kissing girls at bonfire parties, acting like you won't get clipped in a second if you aren't careful."

You can see the way she's sopping as you talk, so you keep going.

"You fuckin' love this." You say, pressing your tongue flat on the plane of her pussy, before forcing her hips down as she bucks against you by instinct, desperate for more. "You love the risk. You have the most to lose, but you don't care."

"All you, baby." She retaliates, her voice reduced to a groan.

"Maybe." You hum, switching to kitten licks centred at her clit. "But admit it, it turns you on."

"Just hurry up." She whimpers.

"Admit it." You kiss her clit, suck on it, kiss her inner thigh again. "It works out, right? I'm not out, you can't be caught with a girl."

You don't wait for her answer, however, because you have needs too, so you dive right back in. Long, languid licks at first, before you focus on the desperate bundle of nerves most deserving of your attention. You feel her twitch and shudder against your face as you taste her.

You grip her thighs harshly, her hands find your hair. Her voice, once deep and low, now whimpering. You didn't think she'd sound like this, be reduced to a stuttering, jerking mess against your mouth, but it's a pleasent surprise.

"Does no one eat you out, Paige?" You scoff against her folds, licking your lips in an attempt to clean the mess. "All of those proudly-out lesbians can't give you head?"

"Shut the fuck up." She whines.

"Sorry." You laugh, returning your attention to the task at hand.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you when you're done." She huffs out, voice cracking at a word or two. "Then we'll see how many comments you can pass."

"Yeah, okay babe." You smile, glaring quickly at her flushed, fucked out face before twirling your tongue around her clit. You keep your focus there for a bit longer before teasing her enterance gently with two of your fingers. Not only are her juices all over you, but she's fairly loose now thanks to your work. Slipping in is smooth sailing.

Her whimpers turn to moans, and whatever response she'd been mustering is cut off in an instant. She huffs in between the occaisional call of your name, littered with more's and faster's as you up the pace of your fingers pulsing and your mouth at work.

Nobody is cold anymore. Her stomach is coated with a thin sweaty sheen, You're hot to the touch, and probably soaking wet yourself.

When she cums it's relentless, she bucks into your face so much you're ready to just accept your fate. It's a decent way to go out, but you survive anyways. Her moans turn strangled, then they're replaced by regulatory pants. You lick up everything she leaks out, careful not to overstimulate her.

When you raise your head, you get to really see her. Glasses half off her face, hair barely held together by her elastic, skin glistening, cheeks pink, lips parted.

You can't help but crawl atop her again, and your lips meet in a slow, lazy kiss. As you break away, a string of saliva keeps you two connected before one of you licks their lips.

"Holy shit." She breathes.

Before you can process what just happened, there's a knock on the door, and the noise of someone trying to budge it open.

"Hello?" The voice calls. It's familiar to you. Your stomach drops when you recognize the voice to be your friend's.

"Paige? You in there?" Another voice, obviously uncomfortable, chides. Your eyes meet Paige's in an instant, and you can tell that you both share the same look of horror.

But also a rush of adrenaline.

[desi2go]

Sore muscles

pairing: Changbin x reader

warnings: fluff

Summary: what happens when Binnie comes home sore from a trainings session?

author's note: hey guys! I'm back (well I hope so). Sorry that I didn't post anything in the last months but my life is so busy right now that I sadly won't be able to post regularly. (But I'll try to update my story on ao3 whenever I have time!)

The door creaked open, dragging out the sound like it could sense his exhaustion, and you immediately heard the telltale signs of his struggle before you even saw him. There was the slow, uneven scuff of sneakers against the wooden floor, the sound of something heavy—his gym bag, no doubt—dropping to the ground with a dull, defeated thud. Then came a low, pained exhale, almost a groan, the kind someone makes when every breath feels like it takes effort. When he finally stepped into view, you barely recognized him.

His hoodie clung to his shoulders, damp with sweat, and his hair was plastered against his forehead in messy, dark strands. His normally bright, playful eyes were dulled with fatigue, and his jaw was tight, like he was gritting his teeth just to stay upright. Even the way he stood was different—his broad shoulders were hunched, his posture sagging as if gravity itself had decided to turn against him.

With judging eyes, you observed your boyfriend who leaned against the wall, his gym shorts were rumpled. His dark hair stuck to his forehead, even more, darkened with the efforts of the night. Honestly, he looked like he just survived a war, not a training session.

"Whoa" you said, closing your book and placing it on the table after sitting up straight on the couch. "You look... rough. Are you okay, babe?"

Changbin didn't answer at first, his eyes briefly roaming over your form before he balanced himself with pressing a hand on the wall. He exhaled slowly. "I bet you won't take a yes for an answer?" Trying to joke failed miserably, his grin only coming out crooked and his voice gravelly.

You stood up, crossing the room to meet him in where he tried so desperately to stay on his feet. "You walk like an old man" you judged him, eyes pinched together. "And I feel like one" he muttered quietly as he bent down slightly to untie his sneakers. Well, he at least tried, stopping in his tracks when he winced from the motion.

"What the hell did you do?" You mumbled worried, dropping to your knees to untie the shoes yourself before tossing them to the other pairs. "Today's training was insane. Chris recommend me the new coach. But oh boy, he is the pure evil, I swear." Changbin explained as he stumbled slightly when he wanted to walk to the couch.

"I didn't even know it was possible for my legs to hurt this much" You curled your fingers around his muscular forearm, guiding your boyfriend before he could topple over again. Every muscle felt like they were rock-hard, not from tension but from exhaustion, like they had been overworked to the point of rebellion.

"Sit down" you said firmly, leaving no room to argue. "I should-"

"Sit, please. Let me take care of you" you interrupted him, your tone soft yet brooking no argument. Sighing heavily, he let himself fall on the soft padding of the couch, nearly collapsing on top of it with a groan that sounded half relieved and half in agony.

He leaned back, closing his eyes eyes, head lolling to the side on a cushion. "I will be back, okay? I'm going to run you a bath" you pressed a quick peck on his damp forehead and headed to the bathroom in order to fill the tub.

While the hot water splashed into it, you dropped some soothing bathing oil in.

Meanwhile, you fetched him new clothes from the bedroom. It didn't take long for the tub to fill, so, you quickly headed back to the living area before your boyfriend fell asleep right then and there in his stinky clothes.

He layed there just like you had left him ten minutes prior, having not even changed his position in any way. Just his steady breathing told you that he was still alive. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open. He looked cute and even though you wanted him to get as much sleep as possible, you shock him awake carefully.

Your hand cupped his cheek, caressing his soft skin. "Babe, wake up. We need to get you all cleaned up before you can sleep" you coaxed. He mumbled something incoherent, his eyes slowly fluttering open. Yawning, he stumbled with your help to the bathroom.

Carefully you helped him out of his clothes, peeling every piece off after the other. You pecked his cheek and went to throw the dirty clothes in the washing machine while he let himself fall into the tub with a sigh, soothing warmth enveloping his strained body. Changbin could practically feel how every little knot undid and his whole body went lax.

On your way back, you fetched him some water from the kitchen that you placed in his hands with a smile. Carefully, he took it with both hands, wincing even at the small motion. With a wash cloth, you spread water over his broad shoulders and neck and afterwards rubbed the remaining sweat off with shampoo.

The whole time, Changbin observed you through half closed eyes, fighting to stay awake. Yet, his gaze was always holding your form passionately. A trace of gratefulness in there. "I can't believe the new coach pushed you so much, even though you have dance practise tomorrow" you mumbled rather to yourself than him, anger bubbling inside of you.

Changbin lifted a hand out of the water and placed it on your arm. "It's okay. I said to him that he shouldn't go light on me just because I'm an idol. The training was good, just really exhausting." He explained, tracing his fingers over your skin. You sighed. "Just don't overdo it, okay? I don't want you injured"

He nodded and pursed his lips, indicating that he wanted a kiss from you. Rolling with your eyes, you pressed your lips together for a sweet peck. "Alright. Let's get you in bed for your massage" you declared, taking his hands and helping him out of the cooling water.

With one of your fluffiest towels, you dried him. "I feel like an old grandpa" he chuckled. You snorted. "I don't care. I love my sweet old boyfriend" you wiggled with your eyebrows. Grabbing the message oil, you followed him into the bedroom. The dim, amber glow from the bedside lamp casted flickering shadows across the room, highlighting the curve of his exposed back as he layed sprawled across the bed. In the air mingledthe subtle sweetness of your massage oil you had just uncapped.

With a gentle tilt, you let a thin stream of the golden liquid trickle onto his shoulder blades, watching as it pooled in the dips of his muscles before slowly gliding down his back. He shivered at the sensation, his skin reacting to the cool contrast against his warm body. Gently, you smoothed the oil across his shoulders with slow, deliberate strokes. You massaged him often, given his hard training sessions, he was often sore and you loved to help him relieve some of the pain with kneading the knots away.

Pressing your palms flat against his upper back, you let the warmth of your hands seep into his skin before you began kneading in slow, circular motions. His body was tight, muscles knotted from overexertion, but under your touch, he gradually began to unravel. Your thumbs pressed deep into the tension points along his traps, rolling out the stiffness with practiced precision that had come over time.

A deep, guttural sigh escaped him, his body sinking further into the mattress. "God, you’re so good at this."

You chuckled softly, leaning in just enough that your breath ghosted over his ear. "I know."

Your hands moved lower, gliding effortlessly down his spine, fingers tracing the ridges of each vertebra before pressing into the firm muscles of his lower back. Changbin flinched slightly at first, a reaction to the tenderness there, but you soothed him with slow, steady pressure, coaxing the tension away with each pass of youe hands. "Why do you always have to overdo it?" you murmured, working your way down towards his hips.

His lips curved into a lazy smile against the pillow. "Maybe because I know that you will fix me after"

You smirked, pouring a little more oil into youe palm before moving to his arms, your fingers digging into the hard muscle of his biceps and forearms. His body was all strength—firm, defined, yet completely pliant under your touch. You loved feeling the way he reacted, the way his breathing hitched when you found a particularly sore spot, the way his fingers twitched when you massaged his hands.

When you reached his legs, you both shifted until you straddled his thighs to get better leverage. He made a soft sound of contentment as you began working on his hamstrings, thumbs pressing deeply into the tight muscles, kneading away the ache with slow, methodical movements.

"That’s the spot," he groaned, gripping the sheets. Biting your lip as you worked, a grin was displayed on your lips. You didn't rush, instead, you took your time on every single knot, enjoying the way he melted beneath you. Your hands traveled down to his calves, rolling and squeezing, until every last bit of tension had faded. By the time you finished, his body was completely relaxed, his breathing slow and deep. You leaned forward, your lips pressing softly against the nape of his neck. "Feeling better?" His response was a drowsy hum, his fingers reaching out to blindly grasp yours. "Mmm… you’re a lifesaver."

You curled up beside him, draping an arm over his waist as you whispered, "Get some sleep."

With a content sigh, he pulled you closer, your bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces, warmth radiating between you as sleep claimed you both.

☾☆☽

The next morning rolled by faster than you had expected. Changbin needed to leave for work early and since you were a pretty light sleeper, you heard his alarm go on. Grumbling, you rolled to your boyfriend's side, cuddling further into his embrace.

His hand traced patterns on your back. "Good morning baby" his low and raspy morning voice send tingles through your whole body. "Sorry my alarm woke you" he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"it's okay" you mumbled against his chest, remaining in this position for some time until he really needed to get up in order to arrive in time. You stayed in bed for a bit while Changbin went into the bathroom, still notably stiff from yesterday's workout session and still walking like an old man. You heard water running and then louder noises that made you perk up.

When he swore multiple time that you could even hear over the steady noise of the running water, you decided to check on him since that definitely wasn't usual for him. Slowly, you poked your head in. He was standing in front of the sink, his razor clutching in one hand while his whole lower part of his face was covered in shaving foam.

As he tried to move the razor up to his face, he winced, his muscles clearly stiff and sore. And maybe even a small strain hiding underneath the mass of his muscles. "Should I help you?" You asked in a gentle voice, careful not to spook him while leaning against the door frame.

His gaze immediately shifted towards you, letting his hand fall to the side. "You don't need to help me. Go back to bed baby. You need the sleep" he tried to coax.

You observed him with a judging look. "You're sure? I heard you swear. It's okay to ask for help. I'd love to take care of you" you soothed, taking the last few steps towards you and grabbed the razor. "Come on. Sit" you nudged him to the toilet where he sat down on the lid.

"You don't need to do that, you know?" He whispered as you leaned in, fully concentrated. "I know but I want to"

Carefully, you positioned the razor and shaved slowly. The way he watched every of your movements closely had you chuckling as you cleaned it with water.

"what? Afraid that I cut you?" You grabbed his chin and tilted his head to get better access. His eyes sparkled with adoration. "Never. I trust you wholly" he whispered, shutting his eyes as you reapplied the razor.

"You better be" you murmured, cleaning the little stubbles from the razor with the water in the sink.

"You're sure you can attend practise? Your arms seemed still pretty sore and I think they might even be strained." You argued, placing the razor on his cheek and pulling it down carefully, never once lifting your gaze from the razor.

"Well, I need to attend. The others will be disappointed and I can't lack in dancing" he answered, his hand playing with the hem of your sleep shirt.

"They will survive surely without you. Plus, I have already texted Chan yesterday night before sleeping. It's totally fine" you wiggled your eyebrows as you saw his impressed look on his face.

"I have nothing to say in it, right?" He smirked crookedly, eyes sparkling with adoration. You laughed mischievously.

"Nope, absolutely not. You will spend the day with me even if I have to chain you to the bed"

He snorted, shaking his head after you had placed the razor down and cleaning his face with a fluffy towel.

"Maybe I should remind you of your place, baby" he murmured seducingly, voice dropping as he flirted with you. His hand kneaded the skin on your hips, pinching it from time to time in a mocking manner.

You giggled, pecking his sweet lips. "Tempting, very tempting" you sing-sang, butterflies swirling in your stomach as he manhandled you as best as he could with his strained muscles, leading your lips on his for a hard and longing kiss. When his sore muscles had subsided, you were going to have a lot of fun.

[coalballbaby]

One thing I've noticed when people talk about Prowl is that they tend to have a very black-and-white attitude towards liking him. The most common two things I've seen are either a) people feel too guilty about actually enjoying the character that they shy away from going beyond summaries of his actions + a vague feeling of treating him as just a morally-corrupt-character-they-enjoy, or b) they really, publicly like him, but tend to make extremely individualistic takes that reduce his character from a nuanced part of a larger narrative to a guy misunderstood by the cast around him. Of course, I'm not saying individualistic takes are inherently bad-- it can be fun and thought-provoking to think about the more personal elements of character, what they believe, why they might do it-- but it's easy to come up with excuses for a character this way.

I think it's important to consider that Prowl's just... not written as a likeable, glup-shitto-ifiable way. He's not meant to be taken that way, and he does genuinely shitty things to innocent people while wrangling his own sense of responsibility for the future of all things Cybertron. Of all depictions of Prowl, IDW's version is the clearest criticism of the police force and how easily power can be misused under beliefs of serving a "greater good"-- I'm not saying that you can't like him because of this, (for one it be massively hypocritical, as I am. a notorious and huge Prowl enjoyer), but I am saying that this is something important to keep in mind when engaging with the character critically, especially if you're going to talk about him publicly. Prowl isn’t just morally gray or "misunderstood", he’s a deliberate allegory for institutional rot, for what happens when someone fully buys into the idea that the ends justify the means, that it may be necessary to endanger innocent people if it preserves a controlled future. His actions aren’t accidents or unfortunate side effects of good intentions; they're the result of a belief system that values control, hierarchy, and long-term strategy over individual lives. When people detach Prowl from that context-- when they talk about him purely as a burdened tactician doing his best-- they risk replicating the same logic that real-world systems use to excuse harm. I know saying this kind of sounds insane from a Transformers IDW standpoint, but IDW itself is a very political story, and sometimes, well. I like to think about it. (I also realize that I'm taking a lot from specifically Roberts, Roche's, and Barber's interps, which are a lot more focused on this morally complicated Prowl-- but those just happen to be my favorite takes on him, and I tend to focus on those a lot more. Personal bias, I know, but I do have thoughts on the many other Prowl portrayals in the IDW run.)

Okay er. I'm getting distracted. Liking a character like Prowl doesn’t mean you have to soften his worst actions or reframe his motivations into something more sympathetic. He isn’t compelling in spite of being deeply flawed, he’s compelling because the narrative doesn’t let that shit slide lmao. Things/people bite him in the ass for it and that's awesome. He's boiling in his own sweat and fear and anger after putting the onus on himself to make a thousand contingency plans with him in control, because he's a deeply paranoid man who tends to use others' inaction as an excuse. We can all hold hands and think about it... promise?

[themultifanshipper]

And I liked it (pt2)

Warnings: first of all, I apologize for putting charles in this but it was too tempting, he doesn't get to fuck anyone tho, smut, gay, obligatory use of the cuck chair, oral, fingering, face sitting, pretty vanilla (for me) dirty talking a bit and the end made me laugh okay don't hate me

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Mere weeks after your... encounter with Alex, you were surprised when you got an instagram dm from her.

You hadn't expected to hear from her again, given the media shit show the two of you had stirred up, but there it was.

An invitation.

An address and a time. You knew it was a hotel, a fancy one at that, and the sun was getting low when you found yourself walking up the steps and into the lobby.

You weren't quite sure what to expect from this. You half assumed maybe Charles had put a hit out on you and this was all an elaborate trap.

But armed with half baked courage and a room number, you took the elevator to the fourth floor and searched for the right room.

You knocked and waited. And for a few seconds you thought of turning around and going back the way you came, but before you could make up your mind the door opened, and there stood Alex.

She smiled and invited you in, and led you to the balcony where two glasses sat on a table, waiting to be filled.

"What can I get you to drink?"

You hesitated, sitting on the edge of one of the chairs.

"I'm okay, thank you."

Although you felt awkward, she put you at ease with the way she flashed you a bright smile before going to fetch whatever it was she was going to drink.

You looked at the view, it was pretty spectacular, the lights of the city illuminated the Monaco coastline.

Alex returned with what looked like wine and poured herself a glass.

The silence stretched on, and on, and you couldn't stand it much longer.

"Alex?"

"Hmm?"

"Why am I here?"

She smiled and set her glass down.

"Straight to the point. Okay..."

She sat up straight in her chair and turned towards you.

"I have a proposition. Well, two propositions"

Your eyebrows quirked and you mirrored her position.

"I think we can both feel there is... something between us. An attraction. That night felt... different, and I would really like to explore it with you, if you'll have me."

You blinked. "But... what about Charles?"

She huffed. "Charles gets fucked by his friends every other weekend, I don't see why I can't also have my fun"

Your jaw dropped at that. That was certainly quite an image.

"Which does bring me to another proposition. I don't know how much you like men, if at all, but Charles was wondering if he could uhh... watch. Even maybe participate if you are into that."

That was a lot of information to swallow in one go, and the blank look on your face seemed to make Alex a bit nervous.

"I'll understand if you don't want that. I told him I would text him to come up depending on your answer."

So Charles was what, downstairs? Waiting to come and watch his girlfriend get fucked?

Wow.

"Okay, sure, he can watch." Your mouth moved before you could stop it, and Alex smiled. "But he isn't participating"

"Whatever you want" She murmured with a shy smile, and typed away on her phone to let Charles know what was happening.

She put her phone down and flashed that perfect smile at you.

"We can start without him if you want..."

Off went your clothes, and she was straddling you on the bed before Charles had even seen the text.

Her lips were on yours and like last time, they were soft and tasted like cherry.

And once again, you hands found her tiny waist but this time you were free to feel the soft skin under your fingers as you pulled her in closer.

She naturally submitted, let you move her as you pleased, and you groaned when her hands found your breasts.

You decided to flip her over.

She landed on her back just as, all too soon, a sharp knock resonated in the room.

"It's open!" You both yelled at the same time, and that made you dissolve into giggles as you ignored Charles in favour of touching the insanely perfect body laying under you.

Charles didn't look entirely happy with the arrangement. He probably assumed he'd get to have a threesome or something, but you pointed to the chair in the corner and told him to sit in it.

"I can't touch my own girlfriend?"

"No. You sit and watch and maybe even learn something."

Alex would have laughed at that comment but the thigh you were pressing against her in that moment was stopping any rational thoughts from forming.

"Can I at least... touch myself?"

"Well I'm not going to do it for you, mate"

"I don't feel like this is fair"

"You agreed to this now be quiet"

Alex's hips were rutting against your thigh while you kissed some more, and your hand moved to cup one of her tits.

She bit her lip to try and stop the whimper from escaping when you pinched her nipple, just to see how she'd react. She went pink in the face with embarrassment.

The noise made you smile and you soothed the sting with your thumb gently.

The moment was ruined by Charles, of course.

"Let your noises out amour, I want to hear you"

You growled into Alex's neck.

"Alex, if he says another word I am leaving"

"Charles shut up" she sighed as your mouth moved lower over her neck, to where her pulse was racing under your lips.

Then lower, to the peaked nipple you were playing with and licked a bold stripe over it.

She shivered, hips stuttering against your thigh where she was still grinding on it.

You could feel her spreading her own wetness on your skin and your mind went blank as you moved your lips to suck on the other nipple.

She moaned, and you pressed your thigh down harder and the friction seemed to be perfect as she let out a quiet "fuck"

"You getting close?" You grinned up at her as she panted a bit and nodded.

"Does my thigh feel good baby? Say it"

"Feels so good" she whined desperately "don't stop"

Her movements got more frantic as she approached her high, and she was unconsciously digging her nails into your back, but the sting just made you more desperate to see her come.

Her little whimpers increased in pitch and you could tell she was right on the edge.

"Come for me baby, that's it. Let go"

Her back arched but her hips didn't stop, she moaned loudly and rode it out, head thrown back and you kissed back up her neck and jaw.

Her hips were twitching with aftershocks when you finally joined lips again and when you moved your thigh, the cool air hitting it made you feel just how wet it was and that made you insane.

"So good for me" you whispered.

She smiled at you lazily.

"I don't think I can move, but you can sit on my face if you want"

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"You ever done that before?"

She bit her lip and for the briefest of seconds, you swore she glanced at Charles before replying.

"Yeah..."

You looked at the man and he pointedly avoided your gaze.

"I see... You're good with your mouth then?"

She nodded and tapped your thigh to make you move up her body.

The moment you swung a leg over her face she wrapped her arms around your thighs and pulled you down to sit on her.

You were pleasantly surprised. She really was good with her mouth. Incredible in fact. She knew just how to flex her tongue against your sensitive clit to make it feel so good.

She even slipped a couple of fingers in and made you shudder through two whole orgasms before she let you climb off.

"My god"

"No, just Alex"

She giggled at her own joke and tried to sit up but you pushed her back down roughly.

"Nuh huh, your turn now"

Her playful gaze followed your movenents as you lowered yourself to slot between her legs and put them over your shoulders.

You went straight in, lapping up the remnants of her earlier orgasm and very quickly her thighs tightened around your head.

You'd gadly let her crush you.

When you pushed two fingers in she let out a shaky breath and closed her eyes, focused on the feeling of you stretching her out while sucking greedily on her clit.

Along with a third finger, you hooked them upwards and the sudden stimulation to her g-spot made her cry out and writhe as she grabbed a fistful of your hair to pull you closer.

You could feel her clenching and twitching around your fingers, she was right on the edge again and you couldn't help the grin that crept up on your face as your ears picked up on the unmistakable wet sound of Charles fisting his cock at the same pace you were finger-fucking his girlfriend.

Interesting.

You used your other hand to rub your thumb over Alex's clit to get her right on the edge, ready to fall at your mercy.

You turned your head towards Charles, and looked him dead in eye as you spoke.

"Be good for me and come all over yourself"

Incredibly it worked, Alex came with a high pitched wail and Charles' shocked expression followed by his eyes rolling back as he came made wicked satisfaction curl in your gut.

You had these two wrapped around your fucking fingers.

Literally and figuratively.

[aestherin]

I CAN SEE YOU

track 06: our little secret

NOTE: update streak hello who is this 😶😧

Scaramouche woke up to an onslaught of messages, mainly coming from his manager. The man grunted as he sat up, brushing stray pieces of hair up and away from his face.

"The fuck does he want?" He mumbled.

What welcomed him was several reminders about today's meeting, a number of messages respectfully asking if he's already up and preparing to leave, and a myriad of panicked texts for him to hurry the fuck up and go as soon as possible because the artist he approved was already there.

Scaramouche frowned as he started to get ready. Before doing so, however, he sent a quick reply to his manager — the text reading, 'OTW'.

A lie, of course.

As he was brushing his teeth, his phone lit up from another notification.

Manager What were you even doing up late last night that you woke up so late today?

He didn't bother to reply.

There was no way he'd admit that he was up all night beefing with his own fans and badmouthing his own name.

Due to lack of time (and energy), the man just settled on a black long-sleeved shirt for a top, and then trousers of the same color. He didn't even bother putting his lenses on, deciding to just wear his glasses instead.

He took one last glance at the time displayed on his phone and cussed, before finally closing the door of his condo unit.

---

"Sorry I'm late." Scaramouche apologized as he entered the meeting room. "I hope the meeting isn't done yet?"

"It is, actually," said his manager, obviously a little disappointed at his artist's lack of punctuality.

'No! What do you mean it's over?!' You internally screamed. The Scaramouche just arrived and now he's announcing that meeting's adjourned? This is why people say life isn't fair!

You haven't even looked at him properly yet!

You immediately looked away earlier as soon as you realized it was him who went through the door. Will you forever swear at yourself for that? Most definitely. But this is all just too much to take in!

You were just looking for Scaramouche earlier, and now he's actually here. Now he's actually here and you're hiding and shying away from him. Wow. You're starting to think you're really your self's biggest enemy.

"Oh."

"But, since you're here anyway, I think you can start talking with Miss [Name] here?" The manager suggested, making you whip your head fast towards his direction at the mention of your name.

"Miss [Name], for the specifics and details of the album, you can ask Scaramouche here. He's the singer you'd be making a cover for." He motioned towards the young man clad in full black and left.

Left. Along with the other staff.

What the heck?!

You took a deep breath before pretending to fix your things, doing the most just to avoid initiating a conversation. Damn. All the years of social training your parents made you go through just all went down the drain. Really? All it takes is a man with godly songwriting skills (and insane visuals) to make you malfunction?

You weren't raised like this!

"Hi," he breathed. "Nice to meet you, [Name]."

You paused.

Your eyes meet, and he tenses.

Only for a short while, before donning a polite smile and offering his hand.

You took it, then reflected the very smile he gave you. Scaramouche fails to notice how his grip slightly tightened, but your nerves were just too sensitive to his touch that you immediately felt it.

Thankfully, he let you go.

"Nice to meet you too, mister...?" You uttered, unsure. "Scaramouche?"

He scoffed. "Drop the mister, I think we're around the same age anyway."

Scaramouche grabbed a random chair, the one nearest, which ended up in him seating next to you. You internally thanked all the archons that the meeting room was spacious enough for the chairs not to be too close to each other.

He sat lazily, back fully rested against the leather material of the chair. He crossed one ankle over his knee, before finally resting his elbow on the edge of the desk.

"So, uhm..."

"Mhm?"

"May I ask what the album I'll be making a cover for is going to be about?"

He smirked. "I don't know."

Scaramouche's smirk stretches into a grin when he noticed how you failed to mask the bemusement on your face.

"Uh, sorry, what?"

"I haven't written it yet."

"But I was told... by your manager..."

A soft snicker escapes his lips, before he meets your eyes once more.

"Shh." His grin remains as he places a finger against his lips. "It's our little secret, alright?"

I CAN SEE YOU — scara x reader smau

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One of the top moments of harry being a draco apologist is that draco (unintentionally) is the one who poisoned ron, RON!!! Who can deny that harry LOVES ron? And harry not once blames him for that

Plus, how ron reacts to this subject if drarry happens and the subject is mentioned?

I know. I think this doesn't get talked about enough. Yes, Harry is very worried about Ron and upset that he almost died. But it doesn't make him angry at Draco or hate him or want to get revenge on him. Which is insane. Even post book 6 when Draco admits in front of Harry that he was definitely the one behind it Harry never blames him or even thinks about it in book 7.

I also think Draco's history of harm to the Weasley family doesn't get as much play in drarry fics as it should. Because there's so much potential for angst and drama here. Yes he bullied Ron at school and their families have long had enmity for each other. But also, he nearly got Ron killed in 6th year AND he is directly responsible for Bill's maiming. That's going to make for some very awkward time for everyone as drarry starts happening.

I think Ronn would probably be more bitter about Bill and the many years of humiliation that Draco subjected him to. Sometime fics portray Harry as being mad that Draco avoided prison but I don't think that's realistic; I can totally see Ron feeling that way though, especially since unlike Harry he's not biased in Draco's favor . Ron loves Harry so I do think he would accept drarry eventually but he'd probably be extremely suspicious of Draco's motives. I'm not sure that Fleur would ever come around though.

[ddlydevotion]

Jackie and Jack Kennedy both being enamored with you…

a/n: read part one here ⋆₊˚⊹ ࿔⋆!! As soon as I heard the lyrics "I'm possessive, it isn't nice" in the song below, I instantly thought about them and knew I had to write a part two.

currently listening to: Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA

The two of them have a habit of calling you by a shortened version of your name. Similar to the way that Jack would call his sister Rosemary, Rosie.

As I mentioned in my first post, you expected Jackie to be infuriated with the wandering pair of eyes and hands that Jack had when it came to you, but you couldn't be more surprised when she didn't seem to mind. If anything, the both of them are just as touchy. The only difference is that Jackie's affection can be deemed as friendly by the people around you.

Yeah, her settling her hands on the plush of your hips and squeezing as she passes by you is totally platonic. Her longing gaze definitely isn't, though.

They know the relationship the three of you share isn't conventional nor is it easy on you emotionally. Sure, the three of you share an undeniable love for one another but at the end of the day - they have each other. You aren't married to either of them and the terms boyfriend and girlfriend seem far too childish for what it is that the three of you share. It's easy for you to get in your head about it and question your actions, but they're always there to bring you back down to Earth.

There's no point in asking them what is this? what are we? Because they'll look at you as if you're clinically insane. The three of you have shared some rather...intimate moments together & they've explicitly told you that they love you and you're asking what is this?

"whaddya mean what is this? You're ours, that's what it is. And we're yours."

did you read that in Jack's nasally boston accent because I know I did.

Don't even try to get romantically involved with anyone else, that person wouldn't be able to compare in the slightest. Not romantically nor sexually. You'd constantly be reminded about the fact that your spouse isn't able to meet the immensely high standards that the Kennedy couple left you with. Oh you poor thing, your boyfriend got you roses instead of tulips? Jackie would've remembered that tulips are your favorite. Your boyfriend called late to wish you a happy birthday because of "work"? Well, Jack never let work get in the way of his time with you...

Like, I said, don't even try to date anyone else. It won't end well.

Constantly being seen at galas and fancy political dinners right beside the couple. Jackie uses the large crowds as an excuse to guide you through the venue by your hand. There's photos of the two of them leaning into your space while engaging in hushed conversation over the dinner table, Jackie complimenting your cherubic features while Jack affirms her sweet statements as he occupies himself by playing with your delicate fingers.

"oh it's true, darling, you do look beautiful. C'mon, you know it's true don't get all shy on us now."

They've made themselves incredibly easy for you to depend on. It wasn't long before you started calling them & only them when you need somebody to cry to. You know that they'll calm you down with zero issue whatsoever. Jackie will smooth your hair over before leaning down to press her pink lips to your temple, furrowing her fluffy eyebrows in concern while cooing at your trembling form. "I know, honey, I know. It's okay, we're here now." Jack will show just as much comfort. He'll cup your cheeks in his strong hands, pressing a wet kiss to your smushed lips but not before murmuring:

"oh don't cry, sweetheart, it'll just make me and Jackie sad. You don't wanna see us sad d'ya? Hm?"

Going on boat rides and walks on the beach together at Hyannis Port. You have your very own room at both properties in Hyannis Port and Palm Beach. They gave you your own room because they didn't want anyone growing suspicious. If it wasn't for the risks that'd come with such a decision, they'd just have you stay in their room full time with no need for you to have your own bedroom. (you kinda already do spend all of your time in their room but nobody knows so shh).

sooo many letters expressing your love for one another being shared between the three of you.

get ready to be Jackie’s muse when it comes to her photography. She loves taking photos of you and Jack together, and photographs of the three of you standing in front of a mirror so that everyone is visible.

If you don't already know how to ride horses, Jackie will take it upon herself to teach you. The gentle manner in which she brushes the horse's manes and the way she softly coos at them to settle down makes your heart melt.

She loves playing with your hair any chance she can get and puts your hair into different styles to busy herself while the two of you talk. If your hair is short (like mine), she'll put a pony tail in the very center of your hair and giggle because "you look like a little radish!" If your hair is long enough to braid, she'll teach Jack how to put your hair into braids.

keeping Jackie company when Jack is at the office and accompanying her to go visit him.

Spending time with their children and offering a helping hand when the time calls for it. After the birth of their baby, Jackie immediately wants you in the room with her and has you hold the baby. She gleams up at you as she watches you cradle the newborn, taking notice of how gentle you are. A tired smile spread across her lips when you immediately dashed towards her as soon as you were let into the room, your focus strictly on her at first - making sure she was okay. It was only until after you checked on her that you turned your attention towards the baby.

They're constantly inviting you to accompany them on trips/European getaways. Jackie's knack for photography shines even stronger and her entire camera roll is filled with photos of you & Jack laid out in the sun together, Jack hand feeding you dinner because he's an obsessive freak, and you smiling at the camera like your life depends on it while you bask in the Tuscan sun.

copying Jack’s strong accent because you cannot mistake where that man is from, you knoww he’s from Boston.

“Oh, I do not sound like that.”

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dedicated to @unmarlou once again 🌷💌!

[heartavenue]

On Repeat ⇄ ◀ || ▶ ↻

this is a shifting exercise created by @withluvvenus! you put your playlist on shuffle and whatever song it lands on, describe which dr it reminds you of and why!

── .✦ 1. Now Playing: Sports Car- Tate McRae

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪this song is so better cr coded (heads up A LOT of these songs will be!) I am a dancer in my better cr, and this song reminds me of the intense choreography I do while I'm at the studio. the song is, cunty, fierce, and all around a good song to warm up with!

── .✦ 2. Now Playing: Know About Me- NMIXX

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪this song is so random, but I have been OBSESSED WITH IT! (stream know about me) but this song gives me either kpop gg dr/ better Cr! just like sports car it's a cunty ass song that I can imagine being a FANTASTIC comeback for my gg dr or just another song to get loose to at the studio!

── .✦ 3. Now Playing: Senorita- Justin Timberlake

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪I know, Tate to nmixx, to JT what a jump! but this song is DEFINETLY better cr coded especially in the summer! this song makes me feel like I'm in the car with my girlfriend as we drive through our town with the windows down and wind blowing through our hair, or we are dancing together at the dance studio.

── .✦ 4. Now Playing: ExtraL- Jennie & Doechii

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪DO MY LADIES RUN THIS? YES WE DO!! better cr/fame dr is the one this song belongs to. this song is so CUNT! the way it comes on, the choreography, doechii's adlibs, the chorus! everything about it just gives HER. I can see myself performing this song for the annual showcase in my better cr (yes, the same annual showcase from victorious) or adding this song to my Coachella set!

── .✦ 5. Now Playing: Dandelion- Ariana Grande

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪CAN'T YOU SEE I BLOOM AT NIGHT? oh come ON! who is my pfp? who is my user inspired by? I love me some Ariana, I don't play, I gets DOWN! #stream brighter days #stream positions! this song is so good, the trumpet in the bginning combined with that lethal beat drop? oh motheriana has done it AGAIN! now what dr this reminds me of? mhm... this song is definitely giving me all the vampire drs I have. mainly because she talks about blooming at night and since I am a vampire, I too ari, bloom at night. the song just reminds me of being scandalous with my vampire lover from night till dawn.

because this song is so good it gets ANOTHER paragraph! this song can also be better cr/fame dr coded because the choreo I imagine to this song goes insane!

── .✦ 6. Now Playing: Walk Like This- FLO

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪this.bridge.invented.bridges...if you guys do not know FLO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE A GOD GET INTO THEM! this song reminds me of my girl group dr/fame dr because FLO is a girl group and this is song I can see me and my girls singing (we will be making it gay tho...!) or better cr due to it's ability to make me move (and how I spend so much money on them)

── .✦ 7. Now Playing: Rock Your Body- Justin Timberlake

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪better cr, better cr, better cr, better cr, the way I already envision the shake it up stage to this (yes that shake it up) I imagine me and my girlfriend dancing together to this, whether in public or private I imagine us swirling across the hardwood floor whilst exchanging loving looks throughout. I love this song BAD!

── .✦ 8. Now Playing: Perfect 10- Red Velvet

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪what y'all know about this? that's what I thought! FIX IT! this song is so kpop gg Dr coded mainly because rv I WILL be stealing this for my discorgraphy, TRUST. Listen to this song...or else.

── .✦ 9. Now Playing: Pose- Rihanna

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ngl, I haven't clue. if I had to choose one I would have to say better cr mainly because I can see myself hitting a mean dance to this at the studio, now that I'm thinking about it this song would go crazy as a performance so perhaps fame dr as well?

── .✦ 10. Now Playing: Shoulda Woulda Coulda- FLO

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ FLO again YES! this song is gg dr coded, I mean I can see me and my girls hitting crazy runs with this track there is no other dr for it! Listen to this....NOW!

thank you for making this! @withluvvenus I had so much fun doing this!

[ratio-obsess1on]

I love dr ratio on such a deeply intense level you don't even know.

he's in my dreams, he's in my thoughts, I have a plush keychain of him on my school bag so he can defend me from the stupid fucking idiots in my mythology class (they're so brain rotted it's not even funny)

he's part of my very being. I've only felt this way with one other character in my life, on the same intense and aching level.

he's my blorbo. we're soulmates. I'm spinning him around in a bladeless blender. we're interdimensionally entwined. he's grabbed my heart and refuses to let go. I'm putting him in the mental salad spinner. I want to make him go insane. I'm foaming at the mouth I'm feral for this man

[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 26-Robin My Heart

"Get down and remain silent." Robin growled.

Marinette looked away, his silhouette catching her eye. She quickly threw her black scarf at him.

"What did I-" he began.

"Hide your face until you can get another mask." she declared.

Damian reached up and touched his face. Half of his mask had been destroyed in the blast from Joker's bombs. Damian quickly called in backup and the need for another mask, declaring he was with the victim.

"One is on the way." he spoke, trying to hand it back.

"They could be watching." she whispered, angrily, "Or don't you care about your identity. I haven't seen you, yet. They shouldn't know you. They could target your family. Isn't that in Hero 101 or something?"

Damian smiled and used morphed the scarf into a veil, similar to how his mother had taught him. As they waited in silence, the Joker's cackles echoed from room to room. It wasn't long before Red Hood found them together and handed him his spares mask. Red Hood watched as the girl kept her back towards them until Robin declared his mask was secure.

"Thank you for rescuing me, Little Robin." she smiled.

Red Hood cackled, infuriating Robin.

He towered over the girl, "I am not little!"

"Well, it was….an experience to meet you." she declared, "Have a good night."

Robin quickly grabbed her wrist, "I need to make sure you get home safely."

"I'm a big girl." she retorted, "I can handle myself."

"You were just kidnapped." Robin growled out.

"Wrong place; wrong time." she sighed, rolling her eyes, "It's not like I was the target."

"Let's go." he commanded, dragging her away.

"Boys." she groaned, causing his family to laugh.

Damian was caught off guard to a familiar giggle, he hadn't expected to hear at university. He glanced around and spotted the girl from the other night. To his shock, she was wearing a jacket designed after his vigilante persona. Damian could feel his cheeks warming as he stared at her bright smile.

"So, how did your family find out?" Asked one of the girls near her.

"I don't know!" Marinette cried out.

"What did they say?" Asked another.

She sighed, "My mother asked 'What use is your training, if you're not going to use it?'. Not my fault they pepper sprayed me, first."

"And your dad?" Someone questioned.

Marinette groaned, "He asked if he was 'Robin my heart'."

"By the jacket, I'm assuming yes?" A girl giggled.

"Nope." Mari stated, "Though, I can appreciate that he took down everyone himself and rescued me. He didn't need the others."

Damian gulped at the unexpected praise. He knew he did his job; it was expected of him. Yes; he had been told he had disappointed his parents, but a job well done?

"Think you'll see him again?"

"Nah." She replied, "I don't plan on be kidnapped any time soon."

Damian walked right past her and smirked.

'I think Robin should make a stop at her balcony, tonight. '

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[dracora-hp]

hiii!! Just wanted to say i adore your jjk au and that anytime i see those two take naps together or gojo is anywhere on suguru's face my brain just goes "oh good god that is so dangerous, noooo satoru honeeeyyyy, dont sleep so close to the mouth thats not saaaaafffe"- i mean neither is sleeping next to a gaint that can crush you on accident mid sleep but i guess gojo is putting all his trust in geto's ability to not move around while asleep.

Both of them honestly trust their sleeping selves far too much. I could never honestly, since i dont even trust my dumbass to not crush my cats while im asleep 😭 i move a lot.

Tldr: how suguru isnt in a constant state of anxiety about accidentally squishing his tiny boyfriend is beyond me but honestly go off queen, you be confident that your tiny mans is fast enough- or the more likely scenario: pout and whine about not being on his shoulder like a parrot.

Sorry for the ramblings lol, im sending this at like, 2am so my brain is in a loopy state. Hope you found my message funny anyhow

This is a coincidence because I just shared this art on my IG😭 Are you from over there or something?

But yeah, you’re completely right. The amount of trust they have in each other is actually insane lol. Although, I imagine Suguru isn’t the type to move much in his sleep🙂‍↕️ And he doesn’t let Satoru just sleep anywhere on the bed. I was gonna make a little list of rules Suguru gave Satoru to minimize the danger.

Also, I actually think him sleeping on Suguru’s face is one of the more safe options. The worst thing that could happen would be Suguru completely rolling over on him, buuuut I think he'd survive if the pillow was soft enough. Overall, everything is pretty risky, but Satoru’s not gonna let that get in the way of clinging to him for warmth. Suguru’s always hyper aware of his little boyfriend, and I'm sure he has anxiety about it at times, but it's something he gets used to :)

Anyways, thank you! I love drawing them having their little naps, and I also love reading these types of messages^^ 🧡

[oneknightstand-if]

Hi! If it's not a spoiler, when (or in what chapter) will we have our whole Scooby gang together? And how many chapters are planned for book 1 (was it 10?)? I'd assume we need a decent amount of time to get to know the rest of our cast, just to make the amogus saboteur reveal a proper gut punch.

Also, few writing-related questions (that I hope haven't been asked yet):

With the insane amount of choices and variables, both big and small, how long does writing a chapter take you?

Considering all those variables, how do you keep track of every single one?

I don't know the smart way to phrase this one, but like.. How do you write? I mean, did you write an outline for the entire story first and are now filling it out chapter by chapter, or did you just pick a start and an end and are just coming up with things chapter by chapter, do you write chapters one by one or simultaneously, etc.

Do you already know how the story ends, or like what potential different endings there are?

Thank you for the amazing story and sorry for the long ask!

The group should be fully gathered about midway through the game to give them enough time to interact with each other. You can try and calculate the specific chapter by taking into considering the frequency of their joining up in the chapters already published.

Otherwise, you can see previous chapter discussions here and here.

I generally write 600,000 - 800,000 words per year. How much that covers will depend upon the size of the "chapter".

As I've mentioned before, my version of the game looks very different from the published Alpha or Beta. Mine is fully annotated with what variable is doing what which should trigger in such and such a scene or chapter etc. It's still a pain having to look through thousands of variables to find the exact wording of the one I'm looking for, however.

I didn't start writing until after I compiled literally hundreds of pages of notes on background details, world building, plot & such. The outline of the chapter I'm currently working on is highly detailed, less so the chapters further down the line. Everything is being written sequentially, that'd be a complete hot mess to jump around in the timeline. It's bad enough in the Free Time Hub, which has to take into consideration stuff that might not be able to trigger under many chapters later. Back notes & chapter outlines get posted on Patreon.

Yes, I know how each game ends (completing the main plot arc of the specific game) and how the series will conclude as well, along with a whole ton of dead ends (and eventually non-standard game overs where the MC is strong enough to leave the plot without dying)

[yuurivoice]

Is Emrys even someone who can be defeated...? He seems insanely powerful and like the final boss of the entire universe, my good friend Finneas has it difficult enough as it is with all the things happening in the Beyond-

That's probably a good question. 😂

Where we find ourselves throughout Origins and into EoE is a time where some people are aware to varying degrees that Emrys is Not Right, but they are essentially just.......fucked?

It's sorta like...what if you were subjected to a truth you genuinely couldn't begin to comprehend how to address? You look around and the way of the world just...is. You cannot outrun the ignorance of this Rot, you can't grab someone and try to make them remember faster than it can be erased.

You either flee abroad, or you live among it, with knowledge that no one else can comprehend. Burdened with unknowable truth.

Emrys hasn't eradicated the people who know. I haven't figured out why, but I'm leaning towards him being so unbothered by their existence and confident in his control that he might just revel in their misery and despair. Like it entertains him to watch the dread. He would otherwise be very, very bored.

There are only a handful that know how powerful he truly is, while others can only imagine, or may not want to know.

Those among the Anointed are the most aware, having been directly under his command and executing his orders. From there, it's second hand information, perhaps shared with loved ones or allies. Then, there are likely those who have an inherent resistance to it. Or maybe Emrys took joy in watching as a member of one family or community went mad as everyone around them began living a history that never existed. All across the land, just playing duck duck goose and seeing who would be so lucky as to remember what came before.

Until they all die out, and it's forgotten once and for all.

So yeah, it's fucked!

Echoes of Evalas begins where our rag-tag bunch of unlikely allies seek to fight back, but cannot agree on a course of action. Some think bloodshed would be a mercy, others want to save the lost, and some would rather escape to safety across the sea. No solution is perfect, but decisions need to be made.

What they cannot account for is Finneas, who has peered beyond this world and seen things no mere man was ever meant to see. That truth might be enough to rock the boat and bring about change.....or, it would break the minds and spirits of all who were enlightened.

How their stories intersect and what choices are made is where the fun really begins...but first I want to establish our cast with the Origins series!

[callme-holly]

Hi!! I love your writing! 💕 Could you do a Dallas x reader fic where he shows up her house and its pouring rain outside so he's soaked, and the reader is concerned and all "Dal, you're going to get sick!" And basically scolding him but also it's sweet? Just something cute. Thank you!! 💕

rainy season - D.W

a/n: a shorter one today but still sweet

the rain was falling in sheets, heavy and unrelenting, blurring the world and soaking anyone who dared step under the shower for longer than a second. the sky was inky, the moon's rays dimmed by the thick layer of clouds covering it, and in your eyes, any person who even considered walking through the downpour was nothing but an idiot.

Maybe that was why you weren't shocked when your doorbell rang just before you were settling into bed, nor were you surprised when you opened the door to see none other than Dallas Winston on your porch, damp hair stuck to his forehead, jacket shiny with water. 

He was shivering, trying his hardest to mask it, but you could see right through him; the way his whole body trembled slightly, his jaw tight and eyes steely. 

"What are you doing?" You snapped, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside, shutting the door behind him. You didn't say anything as he shook himself off like a dog, spraying droplets of water all over the foyer. You were more concerned about the fact he was dripping head to toe. 

"Came to see you, doll." He muttered, peeling off his jacket and tossing it on the floor in a soggy heap. He looked at you through his soaking hair with a grin. "Problem?"

"Yes, problem," you placed your hands on your hips, looking up at him with something akin to exasperation in your eyes. "You could get sick, Dal. The flu or pneumonia or something!" 

Dallas chuckled, shaking his head and trailing after you as you stormed up the stairs, barely glancing at your parents' closed door as he followed you into your room.

"I'm fine." he raises a brow, leaning against the door frame, that smug look driving you insane. "If i was gonna get sick, i woulda gotten sick by now."

"That is not how that works." You huffed, pointing at your empty bed. "Sit. We're drying you off and warming you up."

Normally, he'd protest, shrug off your concern with a dismissive wave in favour of doing something much more favourable. However, right now, the sound of being warm was a whole lot more appealing, so he obeyed, perching on the edge of your mattress and watching with amusement as you grabbed a towel.

"You're unbelivable."  You mumbled, throwing the towel over his head and rubbing at his, making him grunt and shove at your hands, looking beyond perturbed.

"The fuck are you doing, woman?"

You laughed, the sound soft and angelic, evoking a grin from him despite his frustration; you always seemed to bring out the softer side in him, the side he wasn't sure existed until he was around you. 

"Don't call me that, mister. Or I'll leave you out on the porch next time and pray you drown."

He hummed and leaned in, one arm coming to wind around your waist, bringing you to stand between his legs. "You wouldn't," he said, lips brushing against yours, "I'm persistent, sweetheart. Would keep ringing' the bell until your dad drags me off the damn property." 

You scoffed at that, pulling away to throw the towel over your chair, lying down on your mattress and whining when he lies next to you, still damp. "I hope you get the flu." You whispered, kissing him with all the tenderness you could manage.

Dallas grinned, melting into it, one hand on your waist, the other cupping the back of your neck. "How sweet,"  he said, nuzzling at your throat, "You'd have to deal with me." 

[the-flying-robins]

Okay so I'm halfway through a meta about parenthood in Outsiders so of course I decide to do an almost page by page breakdown of the most insane Dickroy issue there is. Outsiders 2003 #11. (Winick if you see this can we talk please? I've got questions.)

So issue 11 opens by alternating between the present (3 months later) and flashbacks to the day he was shot. He's training, but even though we can only see his hands in most of these we can see him lose control. He wraps his hands and feet before starting, but eventually that does no good, he pushes too hard and we see more and more blood.

(cont. under cut for length)

After, we see him examine himself, he's haunted both mentally (flashbacks) and physically (the scars). He's visibly tired, with a full beard.

@kyleraiyner has talked about the color switch before so I'm not going to get into it other than to say go read what she wrote about that! But I will highlight a couple things that happen here. We see Roy again, looking a lot different, he's cut his hair, and he's trimmed the beard into a goatee. He looks visibly happy around Lian, engaging with her, teasing her, and being teased. But in the last page he's on his way out, colors dim again, bothered enough that Ron (the nanny) asks if he's okay.

He goes to Grace, he wants to forget, and when she starts to remind him by touching his scars he pulls her hand away.

Now this is what I want to focus on. She calls him out on his behavior, she's not fooled, she knows this is a distraction for him, a way to feel alive. (We'll be coming back to this.)

So where does he go next? We see him walking on the streets, he sees a gun and he starts to panic, after that it's back to the Outsiders gym. Dick finds him here and invites him to a spar. Roy seems in good enough spirits, physically he's fine. But this is Dick and he knows Roy better than that.

Dick pulls a gun on him. Roy backs off immediately, there's no fear that Dick would pull the trigger, and Roy can disarm Dick easily enough, Dick knows this. Roy doesn't.

"For the first time in a very long time... I'm scared." ... "But if you're asking me if I think you've lost your edge. Or if I think you shouldn't be on this team, or... if I wouldn't put my own life in your hands -- man... there is no one... no one I'd rather have fighting at my side than you."

All of this was a very long winded way for me to talk about this:

"You showed up and came at me like you'd have been just as happy having sex with me or kicking my face in."

Followed by Roy kicking Dick's face in and then this final exchange:

You're telling me you have Grace equate sex and violence for Roy earlier in the issue and end with violence as "tough love" and it means nothing? I don't think so, I'm onto you Winick.