#It reminds me of that meme with the dude on the beach

[wannabewriterlol]

I’m obsessed with these Kevin discovering Jerejean post. Kevin is always five seconds away from ending it all and Jean is telling him to do a flip.

[crguang]

SUSHSNAJAH i love your kafmom hcs can you elaborate more on them?

YES YESVYESYESYES sure. i can do that.

you can’t look me in the eyes and tell me kafka’s not a boy mom sorry… she has a son and he’s her pride and joy, okay. she thinks he’s smarter than regular babies (“he has my genes, naturally.”) and brags about it to the stellaron hunters who don’t give a shit at all except firefly

“he sat up on his own. at this rate, we’ll have to get him checked out. hold on, i took a video.”

“oh my godddd,” silver wolf groans, “you really became one of those insufferable moms who only talk about their kid. disgusting.”

dad energy, like shes a dad. she’s that meme of chris hemsworth holding his kid by the leg at the beach. she checks the list of ingredients of whatever baby food you give her so she can feed him and goes, “i’m not giving him that.” (“kafka, it’s approved.” “by who?”) she always carries him on her shoulders. when he fusses and she has to hand him over to you for feeding, she says, “he wants you because you have the milk, but he told me i’m his favourite.” (he cant talk?)

kafka’s one of those dads who will spend half an hour having conversations with a baby who only babbles and giggles. if you come into the room and ask her what’s going on, she’ll say it’s “between him and her” and wink at your son like he understands what she’s saying

the baby rarely cries when she’s holding him. it’s sickening. she mentions it all the time. she’s a baby whisperer and you’d complain if that didn’t mean you get to take naps without worrying about shrill cries every half hour

funnily enough, kafka understands the fragility of the human body and even more so of a human baby. she does things like throwing him in the air and catching him to make him laugh, spinning him around, etc (it almost give you a heart attack every time to which she only replies, “relax, i got him.”) but she’s aware of his and her limitations so really, he couldn’t be safer with her

she has “days out” with him when she’ll take him somewhere for a morning or afternoon so you can rest and also to ease your separation anxiety if you have any. you need to be able to be without your baby and not die of worry but it’s hard😞

she’s not one of those crazy possessive boy moms who hate when their sons grow up and end up with “other women”, she just teaches him how to pull (“listen, this is how i got your mom wrapped around my finger…”)

she doesn’t smoke as often. she doesn’t really notice it even though it was a habit, cigarette smoke is dangerous for babies so she stopped. you mention it to her once and she shrugged like it was no big deal but she really loves that baby, dude…

she can be very firm. she’s a fun dad but she won’t tolerate disrespect towards you or him putting his life in danger because of stupid decisions he made. baby or teen, she can put her foot down and it’s very rare for her son not to listen to her when she does (she’s always smiling, imagine when her smile drops… shivers)

she’s weirdly understanding. i say it’s weird because she’s never done this before, but that’s precisely the reason why she kinda just follows your lead. she’s also very perceptive so you don’t often have to verbalize what you need, she’ll have it done. no more diapers? she already noticed and got some yesterday. your period is coming up? you’ve been irritable the past few days so she’s been taking more tasks off your plate. she’s just very astute in general and it helps a lot when it comes to having a kid

that baby can dress i’ll tell you that. she shops with him in the cart and asks him for his opinion on which item fits her best (he only cares about the toy in his hand)

she’s still a bad bitch and she has to remind you of that once in a while…

one of those dads who says no to a pet when their toddler becomes articulate enough to beg for one and ends up being the one to take care of it

she’s an early riser so when your son’s still an infant and wakes up during the night she’s often the first awake. depending if he’s hungry or not, she also takes care of it

if we pretend she’s not a deadbeat mom i swear she’d be a great parent like… she’d never in her life expect it to happen and the baby would definitely be an accident but hey! she steps up…!

[halfetirosie]

▼✧♦ "Enter this contest!" they said. "It'll be fun!" they said. ♦✧▼

(Exercise 21 - 24 React-os!)

1) WILSONNNN!!!!!

Yes, I know I already made this joke, but I don't care. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Funny coincidence tho; Cast Away was actually playing on T.V a few days ago! I of course had to watch it---I realized I haven't actually watched it in probably over 8 years---and it's a good-ass movie, ya'll!!! If you ever get the chance to watch it, you should!!!!

I also think it's neat that Eiden has canonically seen Cast Away...Or at least, he's aware of its existence through memes.

2) Fuckin hell bro, Quincy is so endearing, I can't handle it!!!!

It's so Dad Energy™ to zonk out at the beach and get buried in the sand, tbh. ♡

And Eiden's really living up to his Little Devil nickname! 😈

3) Premium Sooley + 🐾 Cat Dad Dante 🐾 content!!!

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡♡♡♡♡♡

Dante: "Ha, look at you guys playing around! Pathetic!"

Dante: *Is literally playing with his cat*

Now watch, Dante's gonna claim this isn't "playing" but is just training Sooley to get used to the water---

PFFFT!!!! (≧∇≦) Called it!!!!

I mean, you do know it can be both playing and training, right, bub? 😅

He's such a prideful little stinker!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

4) GUYS, IN THE AUDIO AT THIS PART

🚨🚨🚨DANTE LAUGHS!!!!!!🚨🚨🚨

*Obnoxious squealing*

*Swoons so hard I fall down the fucking stairs*

*static*

🎶 We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please wait for us to fix the problem. Thank you for your patience. 🎶

🎶🎶🎶

🎶🎶🎶

*static*

Dante is seriously having so much this event, and it's such a joy to see!!! This dude might have been borderline forced into participating, and he might be using "research" as an excuse, but this is the happiest we've seen him in, like, a long time!!!

No, seriously, think about it! The previous 3 event he featured in (Sunburst Fever, Blood Secret, and Desert of Dusk), Dante was busy with official business. They were pretty damn stressful for him.

But my mans has finally caught a break!!!

(⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ◡ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝)

5) ASSIGNED DORITO AT BIRTH!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I know that the lil' symbol is probably supposed to actually represent Dante's tattoos, but I'mma just pretend that they're his sharp-chin head on a Dorito body:

6) This can be interpreted in two ways---

Extremely horny

Extremely threatening

7) A WHOLE NEW MEANING TO THE WORD "LUMBERJACK"

(⊙ ㅁ ⊙)

BITCH BE FELLING TREES WITH HIS BARE HANDS!!!!

😱😱😱😱😱

Sometimes I kind of forget that Quincy has the potential to be really fuckin scary... He's so likable, but he could crush somebody's skull without even breaking a sweat...

8) I also kind of forget how excellent all of the clan members are in combat scenarios...

These dudes are literally sending lethal attacks back and forth, dealing with them all seamless.

On the one hand, it makes me proud of our bois, being so talented and all. But also, seeing them go all-out against each other is kind of a harsh reminder of how, at least in this respect, Eiden really is the odd one out...

9) Wait, did he have his tail out during this event????

THEN WHY DIDN'T THEY PUT IT IN HIS SSR?!?!?!

WHAT THE HELL, WE WERE ROBBED!!! 😡😡😡😡😡

10) Oh, come on! Really??? (◔_◔)

Did they really need to turn this into an "everybody wins" scenario???

Look, I love a happy ending as much as the next guy, and I know that the stakes of this event weren't exactly high. But this ain't a kids show that needs a squeaky-clean non-controversial ending. I want someone to win! Give us a clear winner!!!

Fuck it, I'll say it;

🔥 DANTE SHOULD'VE WON!!!! 🔥

I mean, COME ON!!! He absolutely crushed it this event!!! And he wanted to win more than anyone else, too!!!!

My dude finally had a mini-vacation for the first time in ages---LET HIM HAVE THIS!!!!!

DANTE GOT ROBBED!!!!!

11) Damn, poor Eiden! :(

Our boi was so close!!! I was really rooting for him!!! (I know I said Dante should've won, and I still think so; but if anyone else were to be the winner, it should've been Eiden. He really put a fuck-ton of effort into this event; gotta love an underdog!)

😂 Eiden really is being a great sport about this!

(And that was probably the funniest way of congratulating those three on their great performance in the competition.)

⚠️WARNING: GLOOMY COMMENTARY AHEAD!⚠️

But idk, man...

Maybe it's because I get way too immersed/empathetic when reading, but I feel way more sad about Eiden's loss than I probably should be.

Like, obviously, losing doesn't feel good. Nobody likes failure. And since Eiden is the protag, we're all sorta on his side by default.

I guess I boils down to what I said earlier; in comparison to the clan members, Eiden really is the odd one out. He doesn't even come close to their power; and even when he was trying his hardest in this competition, the odds were so insurmountable, there was no way he could ever win.

🤷 It just pokes at an inferiority complex that feels shitty.

🌸 End of report! 🌸

[jannwrites]

tv show ask meme : SEVERANCE, SE. 1 EP. 1 & 2.

a selection of lines from season 1 episodes 1 & 2 of the tv series severance. modified slightly for rp purposes.

who are you?

i'm sorry, i got ahead of myself.

it's okay. if you can't answer the question, feel free to say, "unknown."

to the best of your memory, what is, or was, the color of your mother's eyes?

what the hell did you do to me?

if you breathe on me, i'll rip your larynx out.

that's fucked, dude.

you look awful. you look hungover. have a seat.

i know you and [name] were close. they were the only one who really appreciated your humor.

then what's my name?

can we just take a beat? please.

i don't know why i said that. i mean, i was scared, too.

so, look, you know, there is life to be had here.

well, once you leave, you ... i just can't watch you leave.

this isn't, like, hell or something?

look, i do sympathize. i want to pummel [name] myself.

the good news is, hell is just the product of morbid human imagination. the bad news is, whatever humans can imagine, they can usually create.

well, every time you find yourself here, it's because you chose to come back.

i just don't grasp the visceral element. what does it feel like?

you're definitely staying here tonight.

he, you know, looked at me weird, like he knew me.

i'm sorry. you don't get that reference.

i'm your best friend. you're my very good friend.

if you don't want to know what's going on down there, i won't force it.

my mother was a catholic. she used to say it takes the saints eight hours to bless a sleeping child. i hope you aren't rushing the saints.

they say it doesn't hurt.

sorry if i freak out on you a little.

wow. you're an inquisitive one.

are the numbers bloody? do they chant?

it doesn't make sense till you see it, and it takes a while to see.

i actually find your reaction sweet.

and i mean, i ... i don't know if he's at some new job or drunk on a beach, or dead.

i think this is a good time to remind ourselves that things like deaths happen outside of here.

do you know that? have you tried? because frankly, it sounds made-up.

i heard some are so deluded they don't even know they're victims.

don't fuck around. i told you, you'll understand when you see it, so just be patient.

i was just going in. i was admiring the art while i wait.

[aidenisstrange]

this reminds me that every time i try to search for the horse one i can never find it. there have been many times m search history has been "HORSE MEME BEACH" or "HORSE ON THE BEACH MAN MEME" and I am disappointed by these results. so thanks dude. now I have a collection like an album for all of them.

“How’s life?”

Me:

[kaepop-trash]

Jaehyun+ "catch" pleaseeee? miss your Jaehyun fics so much

Idk why this reminded me of the "quit telling people I'm dead" meme 💀

Jaehyun's return from the grave I suppose. I'm sorry I haven't written him in a while anon 😭 I just like new shiny things. It's a gemini habit.

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Fake dating trope, friends to lovers.

Summary: Jaehyun was one of the people you knew the least among the friends that you loved the most. It wasn't that you didn't like him, the dude was just impossible to read and incredibly private. So when Jaehyun asked if you'd pretend to be his girlfriend for one night because his new manager thought "single people were suspicious" you said yes. But now a month later, he was trying to make you come for his company's annual retreat. It would be one week at a beautiful place while you stayed at an exquisite resort by the beach. The catch? That one night of pretending may have planted a seed of "what if" in your mind that you couldn't seem to kill. Not when you realised that Jaehyun had a beautiful smile and an actual sense of humour.

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"No." She crossed her arms, shaking her head.

"What? Please (Y/N), I already told my manager you'll be there." He desperately slid the cake he bought from the expensive bakery she liked across the table, "I don't want him to give this new project to that other girl on my team. She'll make me do most of the work anyway and then take all the credit." He huffed.

"That's not my problem?" She knit her brows together. "You asked me to pretend for one night and I said yes because I had nothing to do that weekend anyway." She pulled the cake towards her, taking a big bite. "Now you want me to go on a trip with you?"

"It's a company retreat, not a rave. In that case I'd need a bigger cake." He shrugged and she hated that the terrible attempt at a joke actually made her chuckle, albeit with a defeated sigh. Jaehyun grinned, taking it as her easing up to the idea.

"I'm offering you a free trip to Hawaii and you're acting like I'm forcing you to go to jail on my behalf. It's just a week." He sat back on the chair with a scoff, "I'll even let you take the bed if you want." He shrugged.

"There's one bed?!" She raised her voice, making Jaehyun bite his tongue.

"I probably shouldn't have told you that." He winced. "Come on, (Y/N)! You've probably shared a bed with one of us accidentally at some point in our long friendship." He urged. "I'll get you that memory foam mattress you really want. Please, do this for me. " He reached over to take her hands into his, giving her a genuine look.

When her neck warmed considerably, she knew this was going to be a disaster. Her heart began to hammer the moment his thumb began drawing circles over her knuckles.

Absolute fucking disaster.

"Fine." She tugged her hands out of his hold. "I also want the pillows."

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Give me a made up title and an NCT member and I'll tell you what type of fic I'd write for it+ a summary and a dialogue.

[herecomesjoon]

A Brand New Day

Part 1 of Seven Ways To Love

Pairing OT7 + Named Reader Rating Mature | 18+ | R Genre/Trope Fluff, Smut, Light Angst, College AU, Found Family, Polyamory Warnings Cursing, a bit of catcalling, Masturbation, Oral, Threesom WC 3503 Crosspost AO3 - herecomessatvrn Summary You start finding your footing, and your new friends start to become your family away from home. But with the introduction to new people comes new and complicated feelings for you. A/N Thank you again @miscelunaaa​! You have been absolutely wonderful and a joy to work with! I really appreciate you keeping me on track here. :)

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Chapter 2: Spotlight

Sunday morning started with the blast of a car horn from the street below, as you jolted awake from dreams of sunny white sand beaches. You were disoriented and feeling a little strangled as the silk scarf you had worn over your hair last night was twisting around your neck. 

You sat up, untangled yourself and pulled your phone from the charger, scrolling through notifications. Swiping quick replies to some of your cousins. The group chat between your three friends already lit up with memes and reminders to have a good day. Arden was already awake, and you invited her down whenever, so you could leave the building together. 

You waited on coffee to brew, and you stared at the spinning bowl in your microwave, the mechanical buzz lulling you into a sleepy trance. The beep of your keurig pulling you more towards wakefulness than anything else this morning. 

You were still in your sleep shorts and tee shirt when Arden arrived. You invited her into your space, sitting on the kitchen counter cross legged eating your breakfast, and finishing your coffee. 

“You want some?” You spoke through a mouthful of food, but motioned with your coffee cup.

“Yes please!” 

Hopping down, you felt more human already, and set the machine to run as you excused yourself from the kitchen to get dressed. You came out, pushing your backpack across the floor while you slathered sunscreen all over any exposed skin, which was honestly most of your body.

“Do you remember if there was a ramp at the park that the jam is at?”

Arden hummed over her coffee cup. “Maybe? I don’t remember if it's in the skate park or if one is close by.”

You nodded, digging through the hall closet for your skates and accompanying pads and helmet. The small bag of parts and wheels clattering on the floor as you pull things down. 

“Hard to imagine that the skateboarding dude-bros would take too kindly to us taking over their park. But it’s worth looking at.”

Another half hour of lazing around, and dividing up snacks and water bottles between your two bags, you pulled Arden in front of the full length mirror in your hallway. Of course the lighting was perfect for selfies, as planned, and you posed with your hand resting on your popped hip. You took several pictures, Arden finally loosening up and hamming up with you. 

You shared the pictures into the group chat, Liza and Jenni responded, hyping the two of you up and lots of heart eyes emojis. You felt yourself swelling with pride, and it was a good way to start the day. In the hallway, the two of you ladden with your bags and skates slung over your shoulders, waiting till you're down at the ground floor to gear up. 

Once again, you find yourself running into Yoongi. This time, he had two other guys with him. All of them sporting some fantastic bed head, but otherwise alert and happy. You introduce Arden to Yoongi, and the other two introduce themselves.

“Namjoon,” the tall, glasses-clad man says. He smiled and dimples popped on his golden cheeks. The other, with soft blonde hair and a seemingly bored expression introduced himself as Tae.

“You two look like you’re geared up for a good day.” Tae’s eyes dragged over your form, a smirk forming on his face. 

“Jesus, Tae. It’s 10 in the morning, let them have a fucking break!” Namjoon sounded exhausted already. 

“It’s only gonna get better.” You raised an eyebrow, and returned his intense look with one of your own, all challenge in your eyes. It was more than enough to get him to back down, and he laughed, his smile wide and boxy. 

“Alright then, I’ll leave you to it.” He couldn't resist wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you, and turning away to head up the stairs that Yoongi was already halfway up. 

“My friend is going through his fuck boy phase. Sorry.” Namjoon’s neck was red, and he stood awkwardly as you and Arden sat down, putting on socks and braces. You did a quick once over on the hardware on your skates before lacing them on.

“It’s fine.” You looked up for a moment, and then refocused on what you were doing. You could do all of this blindfolded if you were to be honest. You were just trying so hard not to stare at the attractive men that apparently ran around with your also attractive neighbor. 

“I haven't skated since high school. Are you two heading down to the park nearby?”

“Yep!” Arden was first to answer, already done, and shuffling her feet back and forth, waiting for you. “Just trying to find a place to go regularly. There’s a jam today, and I THINK it's next to the skate park. Charlie was interested in that.”

“Oh shit? Are you really good then?” You shrugged, brushing the suede of your boots and looked up. 

“I guess? I haven't done park skating for a couple of years. Mostly I went to rinks and to the beach in Miami.”

“Cool, cool.” Namjoon nodded, seemingly thinking to himself. “Well, you two stay safe. Have fun!” he waved you two off, waiting to watch your retreating backs as you skated away down the sidewalk. He leaned as far as he could to watch with raised brows. Tae was definitely onto something when he flirted. 

There was something to be said about the way you filled out those cut-off shorts and the neon crop-top. Tae called down the stairs for him and he coughed, voice cracking as he shouted his reply before jogging up.

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Of course there were catcalls at the two of you as you rolled down the street confidently, dodging around parked cars, and waiting for traffic to clear. It was an unfortunate fact of life as a woman. But there was some safety in the fact that the two of you traveled together. A couple of blocks down, you rolled into another pair making their way to the same place. Clearly they were close enough to have this warm up too. 

There was already a crowd. Music was blasting from a parked car, its trunk popped open, and a few people were hanging back chatting and watching. There were thirty or so skaters, from what you could see, rolling and dancing around the makeshift asphalt rink. You were indeed right next to the skatepark, already having a few people rolling around on skateboards, some hanging onto the chain link fence to watch and heckle. Some whistle and flirt. It all felt so familiar to you. It felt like home almost, and you smiled to yourself. 

Four pm came around too fast. And sweat dripped from beneath your hair, down your neck and back. You felt the pleasant sting of the sun on your shoulders, and your legs felt jelly like whenever you found yourself sitting. The rumble in your stomach drove you towards the food trucks that had parked themselves at one end of the lot, and you saw that most had the same idea. It was time for food, and everyone was slowly removing their skates and congregating. 

So many new friends, and promises of another event next week. You had taken so many pictures and videos that you would post up later. You were looking forward to showing your mom, hoping that it would ease her mind, knowing that you had found some foothold away from home. The best picture of the day though, the happy tired smiles of people packed onto one picnic table, food and drink spread on any free surface. You and Arden had slung arms around each other. 

The sunlight was turning everything gold, the telltale sign of sunset on its way, and everyone shuffled out. It was tempting to accept a ride, but you declined. The walk wouldn’t be bad, even on tired legs. You were both quiet though, on your return journey. The day took more of a toll on you both than had anticipated. Never had you wished so much for an elevator to be fixed, and you flipped both your middle fingers at it as you passed by, hating that you had to climb stairs right now.

“I don’t wanna!” Arden whined, looking at the last set of stairs. You were thankfully done climbing, but you felt bad for her. 

“Go! I’ll help you.” You started pushing her up the stairs, supporting what weight she decided to lean onto you. As much as it hurt to keep going, the added fun of making sure Arden got up the stairs was worth it. You headed back down to your place to finally get a shower and you were going to spend the night icing your hips. It had been a while since you had pushed yourself to the point of hurting like this. Walking around campus would be awful tomorrow, but the memories made today had you forgetting about it by the time you went to bed. 

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The morning brought you a pleasant ache as you prepared for the day. The intense fogginess in your brain said that you needed a little more help in the morning and you watched your moka pot with a frown on your face. It was taking too long as you waited for the precious espresso to start bubbling out. By the time you had your coffee ready to go, you were running late. You had to run to catch the bus on time, and you struggled to avoid smacking people with your bag as you searched for a seat, breathing hard as you caught your breath once you sat down.

Your morning proved to be pretty useless. You had dozed off during your first lecture, missing half of the class, and having to grab notes from the person sitting next to you. They were nice enough, seeing how tired you looked. You glared at them when they weren’t looking, positive that they were kindly saying that you looked like shit.

You felt better when you got to your drawing class, but the heavy tension in the room made you anxious. Everyone was quiet, and you didn’t understand why until you had finished setting up, and sat down, turning your head to look at the person sitting on the platform set in the middle of the room. The light shined off his black hair, and he chewed on his plush bottom lip, and the glint of silver jewelry in his ears drew your eyes. 

Perfect. This was exactly what you were worried about. Right now, a fluffy robe covered his body, but you could see his exposed collar bones, and hint of a chest. There was no way you would leave this class without thinking about running your fingers over the planes over what you were sure would be a beautifully toned body. 

“Hello? Charlie?” A hand passed across your vision, pulling your gaze away from the model and over to JK. His eyes were wide for a moment only, but then he grinned at you when he finally had your attention. 

“You gonna be okay?” He motioned towards the platform again. This time, the model was looking over at the two of you. You swallowed, feeling a lump in your throat. It felt different, the stare less obvious, but far more intense than the one Tae directed at you yesterday. You felt that you were the one standing naked in the room full of people, instead of him. You shifted and hid behind the easel, your face and neck burning. 

“Yeah.” Your voice was small and shy. You needed to keep it together or you absolutely wouldn’t make it through this class. 

Your teacher came in now, pulling a paper out of his bag and going back out to place it on the doors before pulling them closed.

“Alright folks. We’re going to start out with some gestures. Get warmed up before going into some longer drawings.” 

He stood towards the center of the room, observing you all, and then turning to the model. 

“This is Jimin. He’s part of the dance program here, and will be our model for the semester.” 

Jimin nodded and gave a little wave. The smile on his face was sweet as you looked at him from around the edge of your drawing board, adjusting again, knowing you would need a better sight line. There was the sound of shuffling around the room. Paper being adjusted, the clatter of some pencils on the painted floor, and someone sounding like they had choked on their coffee.

When you looked up, Jimin was standing under bright spotlights, and he stretched a bit, flexing the muscles across his body, as the robe pooled at his feet. You had prepared for nudity, but he wore dance shorts, still showing off his muscle definition. Mercifully, you did not have to sit there and stare at his dick. Not that you didn’t occasionally oogle the bulge at his crotch. 

He is indeed hot, this is fine… You cleared your throat, and scratched your head, readjusting once again and looked hard at the paper, ready with charcoal held loosely in your hand, laying down a careful stroke when your teacher said go. 

It was a rapid succession of poses and fluttering pages. As you worked, the heat on the back of your neck subsided, and you lost yourself in the lines of your model and the way he moved. This was familiar now. Comfortable as you worked at little figures across the page, dancing and coming to life. With a few strokes, the energy that Jimin held in his toned body was transferred to the page. 

The poses grew longer, your professor working the class to fifteen minute studies, where you could explore more. Linger on features, and weight. In between poses, you took a moment to stretch and you turned around to look at Jungkook at his usual spot beside you. He perched on his stool, looking at his own paper with a cocked head. You saw a smudge of charcoal on his forehead and you giggled, turning back to your easel again. 

As you started on the new page, fingers leaving little smudges as you laid down foundations for the pose. When you looked back at Jimin, he was looking directly at you. He was doing his best to keep a neutral expression, but you could see the way the corners of his mouth twitched up. You could very easily get lost in him, with the way he looked at you. It took an immense amount of self control to turn away, hearing a puff of laughter from Jungkook behind you. Just like that, you felt yourself blushing. This fifteen minutes was too long, and the room was too hot.

At the break, you all but sprinted out of the room, going to the nearest bathroom to scrub the mess from your hands and to splash cool water on your face. You thought you could handle it. You thought you would stay professional, and be able to keep your thoughts from wandering. But here you were, staring at yourself in the mirror, seeing the flush of red across your freckled cheeks and trying to will your racing heart to calm itself. 

When the bathroom door opened, and two of your classmates came in, whispering to each other and laughing You washed your hands and scrubbed under your nails as best you could and booked it back to the studio. You avoided looking at the central podium where Jimin sat happily, sipping at an iced coffee and scrolling through his phone. 

“You feeling alright?” You jumped a little, wobbling on the high stool you sat in and turned to look at Jungkook. 

“Yeah, with the lights on now… it just got a little too warm.” You nodded and decided that yes, that was the lie to go with. And he seemed to buy it, nodding towards your water bottle plastered with stickers. 

“Don’t pass out on me now. Stay hydrated.”

His concern was cute, and when he turned away to look at his phone as it chimed, you smiled shyly and turned back to your work. 

You didn’t see how Jimin had smiled at you and Jungkook, and you didn’t look at him again until it was time to get back to work. 

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You packed carefully, talking to your professor as he came around to look at everyone's work. Nodding as he pointed out some adjustments that you could make, but overall he was pleased with your work, and the energy you were able to capture. 

“I also really like how you treated the background here.” He motioned towards the hazy shapes that implied the rest of the room around the figure on the paper. 

“You can really see that he's in this space. You did good work today.” 

You heard him and Jungkook talk about the details that were captured, but you tuned most of it out, finally letting your mind wander to fantasy, and you were thoroughly distracted when you walked out into the hall. Jimin was out there, leaning against the wall with his head bent as he looked down at his phone. 

The heat crept back onto your neck and you let yourself linger for a minute. You knelt down to retie your shoe, and you could glance up and see the profile of his face, and the way he chewed lightly at his bottom lip. Yeah, there was no way you would make it out of this class without a crush on this man. What difference did another one make when you were already going soft for JK?

“Oh! Hey, I thought you would have been gone by now.” 

Jungkook stopped short when he saw you in the hallway, and Jimin looked up at the sound of his voice. 

“Let's go eat, I’m starving.” Jimin sounded a little impatient, but there was a playfulness to the way he moved and smiled when he said it. He pushed off of the wall and launched himself towards Jungkook and draped an arm across his shoulders in a familiar way. 

“I’ll see you Wednesday, Charlie.” 

You waved at the two of them, now understanding why Jungkook had been smiling last week. And why he seemed at ease with the morning's events. The way they laughed together, and Jimin pressed into his friend gave you the impression of a long friendship between the two of them. Maybe something more. 

The rest of your day was filled with daydreams of Jimin sitting in the middle of the room, an overhead spotlight casting shadows on his beautiful body, and the way he looked at Jungkook. It was too much for you to handle, and as soon as you got home, you raced into the shower, filling your bathroom with steam and loud music.

The hot water beat across your back as you scrubbed the days aches and pains away, and you felt the tension slowly melt away. The movement of your hands across your body slowed, gliding across tan skin and bringing tingles that made you feel warm. 

What would it feel like for Jimin’s hands to caress your body like this? Would he be gentle, or rough? You closed your eyes, and you could see the way he looked at you during the last half hour of the class. You could easily see how he would look at you now, the piercing look that turned hungry when he saw you touching yourself. 

You dipped your fingers into your folds, feeling the slip of your own arousal and swirling around your clit until you tossed your head back, moaning. Thank goodness for the music playing loudly, your neighbors wouldn’t hear the way you quickly drove yourself to orgasm on your own fingers that curled into your cunt, pressing until you felt the warm afterglow bubble up through your body. 

Steam poured out into the hallway, dissipating when you finally emerged from the bathroom, and you gently dried your hair with an old t-shirt. You felt looser now. Less anxious about everything, and you settled down into your night time routine. 

When sleep took you that night, Jimin was there in your dreams as well, your mind picking up on your earlier fantasy and making it feel real. The glide of his hands across your stomach as he looked up at you from between your legs. A second pair of hands snaked around to cradle your breasts, and rolled pebbled nipples between practiced fingers. 

When you came, you were so close to being able to see who was behind you, but all you saw was the flash of a wide smile and the way his nose scrunched up. But you never fully saw his face. Your alarm pulled you from the dream and you groaned into your pillow, just as frustrated as you had been yesterday. 

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[ushiwakaout]

parings: Ushijima x reader , Iwaizumi x reader and Sakusa x reader 

warnings: NSFW (under the black lines) daddy kink w hajime, Timeskip Haikyuu. language? jealousy? fannon sakusa? anal w sakusa. bad grammar :)

a/n: as a compressed woman myself, i don’t think there is enough compressed content out there, or maybe i haven’t found any. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi

this man LOVES you, you cannot put it into words

let’s start with being in public 

he isn’t touchy feely with you in public, never. he think it looks bad and does’t wanna make you uncomfy

does hold your hand... kind of. You def. have smaller hands than he does so you grab his pinky most of the time, he thinks its really damn cute.

leaned down to kiss your forehead.

if you’re ever out to go eat at like a stand or sum, he sits down and he’s basically looking at you or at your chest depending on the chair.

ONLY PDA THING HE WILL DO ONCE IN A WHILE IS LEAN HIS HEAD ON YOUR CHEST AND PUT HIS HANDS ON YOUR BUTT IF HES FEELING ADVENTUROUS.

i know id love this- HIM LOOKING UP AT YOU AND ASKING FOR PERMISSION TO LIKE CARESS YOUR LOVE HANDLES OR HIPS BC UR SO THICC AND HE FUCKING LOVES EVERY SINGLE INCH *sigh* im touch starved

When it comes to being at home, he’s legit the most handsiest airhead in the freaking world

He could be laying on the couch, he makes you sit on his lap and your like “mmm, no” but he reminds you that he’s legit full nelsoned your ass while standing in front of a mirror and you like “..... y-you don’t need to remind me!!!” so you sit on his lap

y’all start talking and he’s like really distracted with you chest, doesn’t matter the size he just want his hand on your boobs.

very touchy man in private, this man was touch starved until you came in and now he can get enough.

“Toshi? What are you doing?”

Hes caressing your boobies and he just smiles like the big dumb idiot he is and whispers something about being in love with your chest and he sits up a lil and just shoves his face in ur tits, like not even in a sexual way.

let’s also add a lil nsfw in this fluff

when you guys first did the deed you hesitated in taking of your clothes, you did not want him to see you naked, not yet at least. he didn’t mind at, but he made you wear his shirt.

you kissed him and changed in the bathroom and when you came out wearing his shirt like a dress, he got embarrassingly hard 

that day he realized that his favorite position w you (only when you wear his shirts) is doggy style bc he’d ruin all his shirts and ball up the hem of it to pull you so deep into his cock and holy shit he’s never felt so much euphoria

he’s got you screaming his name, drooling over the bed sheets, covering his cock with your orgasm. god he loves the sight of your body giving out due to multiple orgasms.

also loves eating you out, wow

he’s told you that he’d be happy if he suffocated in-between your thighs

you had to let out a giggle but like it turned into a moan

cocky bastard

loves leaving marks on you, there’s so much skin to cover, and he wants to do it all.

Iwaizumi Hajime

I 100% believe that this boys mother is compressed as well and you cannot tell me otherwise

loves public pda especially at night

has to be touching you in some way shape or form

either holds your hand, your waist or your ass, just depends how you’re feeling and how he’s feeling

kisses your hand or the crown on your head

say if your ever standing in line and your in front of him, he will lean his head down and put his chin on top of your head

slaps your ass when he think no one is looking BUT SOMEONE IS ALWAYS LOOKING and he just makes you really embarrassed

i think he’s definitely an ass guy so he pinches your butt a lot

when he went to Irvine in Cali, he just had to take you with him, he couldn’t just leave his baby all alone without him.

you guys had a free day so y’all went to laguna beach, lucky it wasn’t as packed as it usually was or so you heard

at this point iwaizumi has given you enough confidence to wear a two piece, (obviously high waisted)  

half the time at the beach you felt like he wanted to bark at the guys who stared at your ass while you sun bathed.

he’d bother you a lot for kisses and low key make out sessions

and let me tell you when he pulled away from the kiss and saw how plum and fucking red your lips where, he was hard, he’s never wanted you to wrap you mouth around his cock so bad

he calmed down for a bit, went into the water and cooled down, while you still laid on you belly enjoying the sun

at some point he was the one sunbathing and you where in the water

and now he believes that he picked the wrong pair of short to wear bc he got hard while watching you walk back to your spot, water just dripping down every curve and in every crook of your body

“We’re going back to the hotel now.”

you don’t complain, it’s not like you didn’t fucking notice how hard his cock was, it made your mouth drool

god getting to the hotel, he wasted no time at all what so ever.

kissed you all around, you skin tasted salty and fresh on his tongue

you broke the kiss to tell him that you guys should probably get into the shower or sand will be everywhere. 

SHOWER SEX

Hajime has a love/hate relationship with shower sex but today he didn’t care, he just pounded into your pussy like it was the last time he’d ever feel you

He loves pulling your body, you back close this his chest while he’s ramming into you, whispering the naughtiest things in your ears.

it either “you’re so tight, fuck, you’re twitching. Does it feel that good, hm? You’re pussy wrapped around my cock, taking me in so well. You love this don’t you, filthy little thing you are.”

he also likes teasing you, god he loves just holding your hips just to fuck you so slowly, edging you. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock? You’re gonna be daddy’s good girl and cum all over my cock, right?” 

he’s such an asshole, i need to stop writing bc i legit wont stop. i love hajime so much omfg

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Oh boy Sakusa is def hard to write about, but i love him so ill do it

I think is he dated a compressed reader, he’d def tease them about their height, never their weight

Although he’s always been iffy about touching, there’s just something about you

he always has to be touching you somehow

his teammates at MSBY are really surprised to figure out that he has an S/O and that he lives and breathes the same air as their Oomi

They are really surprised when you come one day after practice and he doesn’t immediately go to the showers, go goes straight to kiss you just to say a quick hello and then he rushes into the shower. 

Atsumu’s like, “how you do dat?” you shrug it off bc you have no idea either bc ever since you’ve started dating he gets a lot more comfortable with you

his teammates love you by the way especially bokuto and hinata (ima say u used to be karasunos co manager w yachi)

thicc boys and girls hang together

anytime bokuto tries hugging you, you’re ready to accept him with open arms but Oomi is just like NO. BIG NO

Pouty boy sakusa doesn’t want bo accidentally feeling you up bc thats his job

Obviously atsumu is the comic meme where it’s like “are you sakusa’s new girlfriend! Dude! He told me you were hot but i didn’t believe him, bc like have you seen him? out of his league. Like, btw, fuck him, dude. Lets elope- I AIN’T DOIN NOTHIN!”  atsumu thinks you’re hot always flirts w/ you bc he low key has a thing for thicc girls (probably gonna write something about that bc i know for a fact people believe that he’d call a big girl “pig” but i think he’d be the type of asshole to hide the fact that he’s dating you bc he’s called people pigs and what not but during his time at MSBY bokuto def. rubbed of on him.

atsumu high key doesn’t remember you but YOU DEF REMEMBER HIM

you bumped into him while refilling waters and he’s like “watch it pig”

sakusa heard what you said and atsumus like “oh shit....”

you can’t tell me sakusa did not grad his usual cute scarf and try to suffocate him with it bc he insulted his s/o before he was their s/o

“we barely knew each other then stop trying to kill him Oomi!”

high key sakusa saw you that day and was like wow.

you can out of the bathroom with ur cute hand towel and hand sanitizer, you were low key sick but didn’t wanna put anyone at risk so u had a mask on too

you caught his looking and you just waved, you don’t really remember that day but he def does bc he fell i love with u then and there

his cousin had to drag him away from following you down the hall and ask what was you cleaning regimen bc he knew id freak u out a lil but it really wouldn’t have.

sukusa is only public handsy if he’s tipsy or when he’s at home w you and the three boys (atsumu, bokuto and hinata) he says he hates them but he doesn’t and you know that bc he wouldn’t let them into their house if he did

they WILL NOT LEAVE IF THE MISS THE TRAIN OR ARE TOO DRUNK TO WALK YOU FORCE OOMI TO LET THEM SLEEP OVER

You’re like covering them with blankets any everything and lightly waking them up to put a pillow under their head, hinata low key starts crying bc he says you’re so sweet and that oomi should be feel so lucky that he’s got someone like you

okay hinata almost makes you cry but u like just boop his nose and giggle it off 

while you’re covering up atsumu, he starts flirting with you and u just laugh but tell me why sakusa will come behind you and just wrap his arms around you, puts his chin on your shoulder and glares at him

basically saying “leave my woman alone.” 

atsumu is high key (even if sakusa doesnt realize but you do) enticing sakusa so you can get a good fuck tonight bc he feels a lil bad for intruding.

TELL ME WHY IT WORKS THO

Sakusa will like drag you to bed, tease you. tie your hand behind your back so you can’t touch him and all you can do is watch him strip for you

god his body is sculpted by Himeros himself because his body is so damn sexy 

after hes down to his boxers he covers your eyes with a cloth and he gives you a good face fucking,

you cannot tell me that he doesn’t get so fucking hard after taking off the cloth and seeing how red a watery your eyes are

also this motherfucker is so dirty in bed i’m sorry (cannon him will not touch u tho like mmm sakusa cannon is a pillow prince, its still hot, def will write about it soon)

he would lick up you salty tears, and kiss your plump lips after he made you swallow his cum

he fucks you in front of the mirror that day but not on the bed

he makes you lean into your vanity so you can see up close how much of a drooling and crying mess me make you

you’re gipping onto the vanity and you’re on your fucking tippy toes, you’re twitching and so close to breaking the fucking vanity bc this isn’t your first orgasm, its probably the third or fourth

he’s covering your mouth with one hand and the other on your hip for grip as he pounds you

he might stick a finger or two in your mouth 

OH GOD I JUST THOUGHT- I JUST THOUGHT OF HIM LIKE spreading your ass too see how much you’ve cummed on his cock and he get’s the sudden urge to put this thumb in you ass, so he just runs his thumb around and it surprises you but he sees how you just tightened around his cock

he gives you a cocky look and just leans into your ear AND WHISPERS SO MANY DIRTY FUCKING THINGS WHILE NIBBLING AND LICKING YOUR EAR

“You’re such a dirty whore baby, I haven’t even put it in and you just tightened around me so good. I think- god you feel so tight... I think you might just cum from slipping my thumb into that cute ass of yours”

FILTHY , SAKUSA IS A FILTHY WHORE AND ITS FUCKING HOT

a/n: i wrote too much for sakusa when i was like wtf am i gonna write AND I ENDED UP WRITING THE MOST FOR HIM JFSIBFBSDFSKFHS IM NOT SURPRISED do i smell favoritism? yes. i’m not ashamed. 

[sunghox99]

hjremi​:

“i am not losing it.” he’s not pouting. it would be embarrassing if he was pouting. “okay, so like, maybe i overindulged, maybe. but i earned it!” he’d just finished his final for the coastal engineering class the day before. which like, hey remi from the beginning of the year, don’t take that fucking class. it had been unnecessarily difficult, and they couldn’t even do anything with the things they learned, since the people that lived in the water wanted to be bitches about it. surrounded by the largest renewable resource in the world, but noooo… can’t do shit with it.

taking two cans of soda from the fridge, remi rolls his eyes as he rummages around for the stupid timer. he must not have shut it off properly whenever the brownies had been finished, because it’s rattling the whole damn counter with the vibrations from whatever drawer he’d shoved it in. “you seriously don’t know who jarvis is? but you know bb-8? dude. if anyone else in this town tells me they don’t know marvel, i’m gonna move to the sun.”

aha, success! he flicks the little switch, tossing the now-still timer back into the drawer. “jarvis is the ai from ironman. and way cooler than bb-8, for the record. well, maybe not in this case, since it’s just a custom voice for my echo.” those things were stupid easy to jailbreak - privacy first, privacy second! - but he didn’t even need to in order to accomplish that, as jarvis was a standard option available on them.

remi freezes as soon as he sees sungho, eyes scraping over him, before he makes himself look away. damn whatever horny lizard that lived in his brain for wanting to immediately crawl on top of the other. you can’t be eye-fucking him already, dude, he just got here. “here.” passing the soda over to sungho, remi sets his own aside, hitting the button on his tv before collapsing onto his stomach beside the other, letting out a heavy breath. exams got him fucked up.

“fuck, dude, i can’t wait for summer. i finally don’t look like the phantom of the fuckin’ opera, so i might actually be able to go to the beach.” his scar tissue had been healing pretty well, according to his doctor. so well, in fact, the little stick-and-poke tattoo he’d given himself on the back of his hand, which had already looked kinda shitty to begin with, had distorted further, the smiley face turning into some weird grin.

once the television loads properly, it begins auto-playing whatever he had on last, which from sound alone appears to be some anime he’d put on before going to sleep the night before. he’s not really even looking, turning instead to look at sungho. “are you staying in hanjeong for the summer? you live in the city normally, yeah?” he kinda vaguely recalls that, from some half-conversation they might’ve had between studying.

"Do I look like I watch Marvel!?" Sungho questioned in a defensive tone, "Plus, BB-8 could beat up the Avengers; hell, even we could." He was referencing an online meme that said the Avengers were so weak that almost everyone else could defeat them in battle, "Anyways, it's cool you know how to mod like that but not go extreme and try to take down the government?"

He was only half serious, as mass media often showed computer-inclined people to be hackers and anon troops in a never-ending war to overthrow "the system". It was probably usual for Remi, but Sungho asked for a soda specifically because that was something he was denied during his upbringing. Some things were considered uncultured and outside the family image, though his Mom did allow them when it was just the two of them. Sungho wasn’t liking how, in this short time with the other, he was getting reminders of his past. Remi was decently nice and all, but so far, this may not be a long-term thing if the reminders keep coming.

"Why not? He was rich as fuck and had the hottest woman after him," Sungho replied after drinking a third of the can in one go. "School got you that bad; you haven’t gone to the beach". There was disbelief in his voice. Sungho went at least twice to get away from everyone and decompress. Sure, there was some danger with the sirens and mermaids, but he didn’t have any contact with them that he knew of. For him, everyone was human until stated otherwise. He was unconcerned with the culture war, as he had no stake in it. He was at Hanjeong to get away from his family.

Anyways the anime did lessen the awkwardness by providing white noise to end the silence between them. He chuckled a bit at Remi, thinking he was just on a short stay. "No, I’ve been here for 3 years; I just kept a low profile. I've got to figure out my plan though, since my studies are finishing soon. Yeah, I live closer to the city. Why are you trying to come over?" There was a flirty hint in that. Of course, he wasn’t going to give full access to the other, despite his hidden reputation. Sungho could be as picky as he wanted because, well, body anatomy and conscent. "There are some more touristy areas that have a lot going on, so that might be more exciting. But if you like nature, there’s biking, hiking, walking trails, surfing, and sight-seeing away from the computer. Sungho looked at the other, sticking out his tongue, meaning his last words were playful and not to be taken as a vile dig.

hjremi​:

@hjxsungho your problem now

“don’t hit your head on the stairs on the way up.” remi reaches up, smacking the beam above his head. he’s too short to worry about it, usually, but sungho is taller than he is. as they reach the top of the small staircase in the back of the grocery store, remi fumbles with his door code for a minute, fingers clumsy.

“remington, is that you?” a woman’s voice, from the bottom of the stairs. presumably the woman that had been running the register whenever they’d come in, but no way to tell without seeing her.

“yes, mrs. kim!”

“are you feeling better? you looked peaky this morning.” he’d been stoned out of his gourd last he’d spoken to her, but he’s not about to tell her that.

“yes, mrs. kim, i’m feeling much better!” he pushes the door open, gesturing for sungho to enter first.

“oh, that’s wonderful to hear. do you want some kimchi jjigae? i made some earlier, it’s in the usual spot.”

fuck, he really does. focus, remi, focus. “i’ll stop by in a while to pick some up, thank you, mrs. kim. i’m gonna go now, i’ve got a friend over.” he looks to the other, shrugging helplessly, as if to say ’what can you do?’

friend is one way to put it. he and sungho go to the same small-ass college, sure, but this is their first time really ever hanging out. blame their different majors. “sorry, ’s my landlord.” he explains, closing the door and kicking his shoes off haphazardly and letting them land in the pile by his front door. “i think she’s adopted me, but i haven’t seen any paperwork yet. you want a drink?”

his apartment - though you can barely call it that, more of a room than anything else - is cluttered almost beyond belief. there’s hardly an inch of available wall space with all the posters, artwork, and most prominently, polaroids, that he’s got hanging up, no less than four monitors on his desk, and, whenever remi prompts, “jarvis, turn on the lights.” as he heads to his fridge, enough ambient lighting to bathe the whole room in a purpley glow. it’s not dirty, at least, just incredibly overfull.

“i’ve still got brownies too, if you’re interested. cliche, i know, but i don’t know how to bake anything else besides box mix.” he breaks off a little piece of one, popping it into his mouth. “you can sit anywhere, by the way. just shove shit if it’s in your way.” he forgot to put the futon back up before leaving this morning, but he’s sure sungho’s smart enough to figure it out.

Sungho was at times uninspired by university, having grown up in a high-performing environment. The academic leap from high school to university was an adjustment for anyone, but if you could see the patterns, it was a breeze. Even if he was the black sheep of the family, that wasn't an excuse to slack off. The young man was one of the top students in his major, partly by choice but also to avoid incurring the wrath of his parents. He still had the same expectations to achieve as his siblings. However, after leaving the island, he felt out of place, a common occurrence. The political landscape of the island didn't directly concern him, nor did the supernatural, as he was human. Some students were highly invested, or at least down for the cause. Remi(ngton) was one person who was on a similar wavelength. The two of them didn't have any classes together but studied adjacently from time to time. They weren't friends, but the potential was there.    Sungho almost said no to Remi's invitation to hang out but saw the effort. There was an instant tinge of envy at how the other and their landlord got along; it was more care than he got from his own mother. She even cooked for a guy who wasn't her son! Remi had it good; they weren't leaving without taking some of the food. Following the other, Sungho had no appreciation for the living space, as his classist mindset was peeking out as he took off his shoes. Remi's whole place could fit in Sungho's living room with more than enough room to spare. There was some charm to the room. The photos on the wall showed a hobby, the purple-hued light of the fridge had to be a custom mod. The imposing computer set-up screamed that this guy was a hella computer major. The mess was passable, as he was a college student. "That brownie got you losing it, so I'll pass. Who the hell is Jarvis? You're BB-8?" he asked as leaned back on the bed using his arms as support, “I’ll take a soda.”

[maverickcalf]

OTP questions for icemav :)

You want all of them??? Yeah okay. It's long so they are under the cut. Enjoy.

1. Are they more "cute forehead kisses" or "hot making out" kind of couple? Maybe one prefers first option and the other one the second? How do they deal, in that case?

I think Maverick wants to be the couple that makes out all the time and at the start of the relationship, that's what it was. But Iceman quickly burned out and after talking about it, they agreed to maybe limit making out to the bedroom.

Until fall 2011 and then they made out in public for until the end of the year. They would've kept going but then Maverick got burned out that time. Then they became the more gentle kisses couple.

2. If they wanted to shower their significant other with affection, how would they do that? Dinner in some fancy restaurant, gift, kisses and cuddles or an evening together on a couch with hot tea and very intimate talk?

Maverick is totally the type of dude to see like a rock and just give it to his partner and be like "This reminded me of you." He does it with small knickknacks he see in stores too. When he goes shopping with Carole he almost always picks up something for Ice as well. Iceman just sighs and says "Thanks Maverick." But he keeps almost of them in his desk drawer. The bigger stuff is on display at his place.

Iceman tends to give Maverick back rubs after a long day, sometimes they go out eat in fancy places when they travel. But the thing Maverick loves is when Iceman sings him to sleep. Sleeping is hard for Maverick so to hear him sing, really just puts him in a good mood.

3. Are they comfortable with showing each other affection in public? If one is and the other one not, how do they interact in public?

Fall 2011 is like the first time Iceman ever did any sort of kissing in public, but after being forced to hold back for years, he really made up for lost time. Before then they did hug each other, but it was always careful, timed out, never TOO long.

After that it was hand holding and Ice would put his arm around Maverick in front of the students every so often. It amused Iceman how many of them where stunned into silence. Until one of them asked if that's the key to winning the trophy and broke the tension. Somehow one person out of every class asks that question.

4. Do they have pet names? Do they like to embarrass each other in front of their friends/family/coworkers with some silly ones? Or do they keep it with basics, like "sweetheart" or "honey"?

Mav and Ice are really the only things they call each other in public. Sometimes their last names as well. Ice does like to call Maverick an idiot but affectionately.

5. If one of them was away for longer time, like a week, how their significant other would greet them back?

In public, a greeting would be a handshake, maybe a hug if it has been more than a week. But alone? Kisses and cuddling. Maybe more if the arrival isn't too tired.

6. How often do they say "I love you" to one another? On daily basics, leaving to work, with a kiss on a cheek and quick "love u, bye!" or it's more rare and more emotional?

At the beginning not so much. But then they start saying in private a lot. Every day for the most part.

The first time they said in public was Maverick screaming it on the beach and Iceman just laughing, and softly saying that he loves him too.

7. Do they keep track of each other during the day? Asking how is that important meeting going and texting "I <3 u"? Or they just text each other grocery list and talk when they are both home?

So this is a modern question. Maverick sends Iceman a ton of memes. In fact he sends very few words and just asks questions via memes and gifs. It wears Iceman out when Mav has to send his question word by word by using gifs. If it is more than five in a row, Iceman just calls.

Iceman writes out texts with full grammar. Although sometimes he sends Maverick Selfies, as a treat. And some other things if he knows Maverick is home ;)

8. How long into their relationship they are, when they say "I love you" for the first time? Who says that first? In what situation?

I think for the first few months of dating, neither says it. Maverick is still pretty damaged from the events of Top Gun and while he has opened himself up to friendship and well, sleeping with Ice. Saying it? That was another matter. I like to imagine Iceman said it first, maybe after a talk with Slider about it. As scary as it is, Ice realizes that Maverick needs to hear that he loves him and well just needs to hear that someone loves him in general, much more often than he does.

Iceman doesn't actually say it, he sings it. And when he does Maverick stares at him in amazement. Iceman tells him that he doesn't need to hear it back, if he isn't ready.

9. Do they have some unusual ways of saying "I love you"? Squeezing hands, that they both know what means?

Maverick spelled it out in cookies with cookies from the cookie jar the next morning. From then on they did a lot of sticky note love messages. But I think they just smile at while flying, a lot.

10. How they show affection to the other one in everyday life? Do they cook dinner for each other? Or wash the dishes, even though it's not their turn, cause they know the other one hates it?

Maverick sometimes sneaks out of bed in the middle of the night to do laundry and he folds all the clothes. As much as Iceman likes his clothes folded a certain way, he likes waking up to an empty clothes basket even more.

Iceman will help Maverick do his paper work. Maverick really doesn't like paper work.

[psychovigilantewrites]

Don’t Call Me That Pt. 2

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A/N:  I thought this part 2 would total up to 10k words, but when it hit 10k, I realised that I was only about 65 percent done. So based on the responses I got from tumblr, I decided to publish this first and then conclude the story later on!

TW:  mentions of r*pe, mentions of torture, mentions of drugging someone (??) , mental breakdowns, vulnerability, descriptions of anxiety

Also, HERE’S MY FAV MEMES!! I’m so sorry that I can’t tag respective meme creators, because I saved them on my phone and some of them I forgot to include your usernames!! I’M SO SORRY!!! And honest to god is wear there were more but i must have lost them im so sorry im so incompetent lmao

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You glanced at your phone.

It had already been a week in Hawaii with your friends, and Jason still hadn’t texted you.

Well, you should have expected it, really. Jason was a traumatised, mentally ill man who had been locked away for two years.

Of course he wouldn’t text you first.

You had contemplated texting him over the past few days, typing in an array of messages ranging from a simple “hey” to a whole paragraph, and deleting all of it without hitting send. Did he even switch the phone on? Was he surfing the internet? Or was the phone still there on the shelf where you had left it.

It was driving you crazy.

“Do you have a boyfriend we don’t know about?” a voice called.

You looked up and squinted at the man who was standing up, looking down at you. You were sitting on the beach, a little further away from the ocean where your friends were.

“What are you talking about?” you asked as Alex plopped down next to you.

“You’ve been fidgety the whole time,” he pointed out, combing back his dark shoulder length hair with his fingers, getting sand in them. “We’re on a private beach, and you’ve been fussing over your phone. Who are you talking to?”

“No one,” you grumbled truthfully.

“The girls have been gossiping,” he gestured to the two other girls playing in the water. Your closest friends. It was four of you in that inseparable group.

“Of course they have,” you groaned, “Tell them to SAY IT TO MY FACE, COWARDS!”

You shouted at them, earning you grins and middle fingers from the distance.

“They’re saying you’re in love with someone,” he chuckled, “But they always say stupid shit like that without any evidence. But sometimes, a girl’s intuition is just right, ya know?”

“Stop beating around the bush, Alex,” you rolled your eyes at him despite knowing he couldn’t see past your sunglasses. “No, I’m not in love. I’m just waiting for a text that might never come.”

“Why don’t you text him first?”

“Because it’s not as simple as that!” you flailed your arms, “He’s… complicated. I can’t just text him anything.”

“Girl, unless he’s Mr. Nottingham, or related to you, then it really isn’t that complicated,” he joked.

“Ugh,” you groaned again, falling back onto the cloth you spread out. “Fine. I’ll text him.”

“Atta girl,” Alex grinned, “I’m gonna head back in the water. Join us after. Please?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved.

Opening the text window for what had to be the thirtieth time, you finally decided to text him.

You: Miss me yet?

Staring intently at the small ‘sent’ below your message bubble, you waited for it to turn to ‘delivered’.

“Yes!” you hissed. It meant that Jason had indeed switched on the phone.

But after twenty minutes you realised that it didn’t matter if Jason switched on the phone if he didn’t want to talk to you. Cursing to yourself, you decided to join your friends in the water, hoping it’ll distract you from checking your phone every five minutes for a text message that might never come.

After an hour of actually spending time with your friends, all four of you returned to the villa, your mood elevated. Checking your phone, you could have jumped for joy when you saw not one, but four consecutive texts in a row.

Jason: Duck off. Jason: What the duck Jason: WHY CANT I SAY DUCK Jason: I DUCKING HATE THIS

You couldn’t let out a string of giggles.

“Oooh, lover boy texted you back, huh?” Alex peeked over your shoulder. “Gimme, I wanna mess with him.”

He snatched your phone from your hands, surprisingly swift and smooth for a civilian, raising it way above his head so you couldn’t reach it and opened the camera.

“Alex-!”

He threw his other arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his bare chest, crushing you before you could tackle him down. He snapped a picture and sent it.

You froze in horror.

“Why the hell did you do that?!” you yelled.

“Relax, I was just messing around,” he gave your phone back to you.

“You don’t- you don’t understand, you fucking asshole!” you screamed.

“I- I’m sorry,” Alex stuttered, surprised by your reaction. “I was just-”

“Fuck off!” you snapped.

Panicking, you saw the little notification below the picture turning from Received to Read.

No. No, no, no, no.

This was bad.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Jason by sending him photos of your activities, thinking that he might react badly to the sudden surplus of familiarity and sense of being close to someone. Now you were worried that he might start to push you away in fear, reverting back to how he was before, and months of progress would have been all for nothing.

He would probably start swearing at you, or worse- switch off the phone and reject any form of communication completely. You hurriedly texted a reply.

You: I’m so sorry! I didn’t send that, my friend was just messing around.

Expecting the worst, you braced yourself for the inevitable. Instead, he sent you:

Jason: Who the hell is that guy?? Jason: Why are you in your underwear??

Your mouth hung open as you stared in shock at the screen. Because you took so long to recover from the shock, he sent you another message.

Jason: ???

Snapping out of it, you texted back.

You: That’s just my friend. Sorry about that! And I’m not in my underwear, it’s a bikini! I’m in Hawaii.

You waited for him to reply, but ten minutes of you sitting anxiously on the turquoise sofa in the middle of the villa listening to the waves of the beach outside from the open doors passed by, and he still hadn’t.

Perhaps he’s busy- wait. There’s no way Jason would be busy. You tried to coax him into a conversation.

You: You can turn off your autocorrect if you want to swear without hassle. Go to your Keyboard settings.

You plopped your phone on the empty seat next to you and dried your hair.

“Ugh, come on!” complained Natalie, fully clothed and washed, walking towards the open concept kitchen from her room. “You’re getting sand everywhere!”

“Woops, my bad,” you grinned.

“There’s a shower outside on the porch for a reason you know,” she flipped her blond beach waves at you, looking through the fridge.

Alex stood quietly at the kitchen island, now scared to say anything.

You rolled your eyes. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okay, I promise!” he grinned.

Ding.

Jason: fuck. fuck. fucking fuck. Jason: found it. You: Proud of you, man.

You went to your room and showered, then dried off and put on fresh clothes while waiting for Jason to reply.

Of course, he never did.

Groaning, you had to remind yourself that he was not used to human interaction, and texting would come unnaturally to him. Which meant that you had to be the one to keep the conversation going.

You: Do anything interesting since I left?

You saw him typing almost immediately this time.

Jason: no.

Of course not.

You: Have you been eating properly? Jason: yeah.

God, it was so difficult. You were in the middle of typing something when he replied again.

Jason: yoire not my mom Jason: yoire Jason: YOIRE Jason: FUCK WHY CANR I TYPE

You felt guilty for laughing, but you did anyway.

You: Now that you switched off autocorrect, it won’t correct your typos and misspells anymore. Jason: i fucking knw that. Ive been gone for two yeard not twenty. You: Then why do you sound like a grandpa? Jason: BECAISE YOU GAVE ME A FUCKINF IPHONE!! I USED AN ANDROID!!

Now you were really laughing out loud, so you sent him a GIF of a woman rolling her eyes.

Jason: wtf you can send gifs throug text now?? You: Welcome to 2020, my dude. Jason: im not your fucking dude

Typing a reply, Jason interrupted you once again.

Jason: teach me how to do that

Smiling widely, you found that you couldn’t wait for the next week to pass by so you could go back and see him.

***

“How’s Jason?” you asked the minute you reached the Cave computers, panting from the run down.

“Wow, hello to you, too,” Dick chuckled, spinning towards you on the wheeled chair.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and Bruce and Dick were in front of the computers, discussing a case that had connections to Bludhaven Police Department.

Gone for two weeks, you had a lot to catch up on.

“According to Alfred, he’s doing well,” Bruce answered, “Even started to ask for seconds last week. Now Alfred has been making portions for two.”

“He asked? For seconds?” you gasped. “How?”

“He left a note on the tray two days after you left. He’s been making meal requests, too. Texts Alfred in the morning to let him know.”

“Texted?!”

“Alfred slipped his number on the tray in case Jason wanted anything specific.”

“I slipped mine as well, but he hasn’t texted me yet,” Dick pouted.

“When did he start texting?” you ignored Dick.

“Last Sunday.”

So the same day you started texting him, then.

“He hasn’t texted me,” Dick sighed, looking dejected like a kid who was told Disneyland blew up.

“He’ll come around, Dick,” you offered him a smile, “I mean- he’s already texting Alfred!”

“Yeah,” he lamented.

“Okaaay, nice talk. I’m gonna go see him now, bye.”

You ran to the box, but stopped right before you opened the internal door. After checking your hair with your phone camera, you tried to stifle the butterflies in your stomach.

Ugh, you were so fucked.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door.

“Yeah,” Jason’s muffled grunt answered you.

Pushing it open, your eyes immediately went to the bed only to find that he wasn’t lounging around reading a book like you expected. Instead, your mouth dropped open when you saw him on the floor, doing push ups.

Shirtless.

Jason had changed drastically during the two weeks you were gone. You noticed that he had definitely gained weight, as well as muscle mass.

“Uh, wh-what are you..?”

He stood up, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

His muscles were much more prominent and defined now, and he looked like he was going to achieve Dick’s physique if he kept it up for another month or two.

“Welcome back,” he simply said before taking gulps from a water bottle you definitely had not seen before.

“Thanks,” you walked over and sat on his bed, “I’m glad to see that you decided to start taking care of yourself again.”

“What, this? This isn’t for me.”

“Huh?” you cocked your head in curiosity.

“I… I lost a lot of muscle mass. My body- it isn’t how it used to be,” he frowned, “And I can’t have you lusting over it when it’s not at its peak.”

“What- what do you-?” you stammered, suddenly getting hot.

Jason merely smirked and then continued his push ups.

You watched as his developing muscles rippled, a thin layer of sweat making his skin glisten in the light. It was amazing how he had progressed so much in such a short period of time. You guessed that he must have just been occupying his days by working out.

No wonder he’s been asking for seconds.

“Enjoying the view?” Jason breathed, pausing with his arms straightened, his head angled upwards towards you.

“No, shut up,” you looked away.

“Here, be useful,” he started, “Sit on my back.”

“What?”

“I’ve gotten used to my own body weight, I need extra resistance,” he elaborated, “Come on, sit on my back.”

“But it’s all sweaty,” you whined, pretending to protest. Definitely pretending- for the sake of your own dignity.

You got up and went over towards him anyway.

Carefully, awkwardly, you sat on his back as you would a park bench. You rested your palms flat against his sticky skin to stabilise yourself. Suddenly, he dipped down without warning, earning a soft squeal from you.

“Fuck, you’re heavy,” he strained, but continued to do the push ups. He was shakier, struggling with the weight, and after twenty-five, he paused. “Okay, I think I’m done.”

But before you had the chance to get off him, he suddenly stood up, throwing you off his back to have you fall on the floor on your ass.

“Jason, you assho-” you clapped your hand over your mouth, realising what you had just said.

Oh, no. Oh, fuck.

He stood towering over you, his jaw clenching as he stared you down with his cold, blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot! It was a reflex and-”

“Whatever. I don’t care anymore,” he rolled his eyes, reaching for his bottle.

You blinked. Then scrambled to your feet.

“You don’t care anymore?” you repeated slowly.

“I don’t care if you call me that,” he huffed.

That made your heart swell and melt at the same time.

“I got used to your voice,” he mumbled, expression changing as he looked away. He frowned, as if he was angrily staring at a distant object.

You had just guessed that he didn’t like to be called his name because of a sense of familiarity, but now you were thinking that there was much more to that than what you had originally thought.

“So, I can call you… Jason?” you tested.

“Yeah, call me whatever you want,” he sat on his bed, looking up at you.

You smiled, thankful that you had finally crossed that bridge. “You know, I could get some workout stuff for you? Weights, bands, that bar thing that you can put at your door frame for pull ups…”

“You’d like to see that, huh?” he smirked.

“You flatter yourself too much,” you scoffed.

“How was Hawaii?” he changed the subject all of a sudden.

“It was fun. Beach was great, locals were great, loved the vibe- what are you doing?”

Jason had stood back up and started to walk closer and closer to you, getting all up in your space like a predator finally cornering its prey. You kept on taking steps back until your ass hit the edge of the desk.

Nowhere else to run, your heart started hammering. He leaned in, his hands resting on the desk on either side of your body, trapping you against the table and himself. You looked up and gulped. You could almost feel the heat radiating from his bare skin.

“Are you afraid of me?” he muttered lowly.

“Why would I be afraid of you?” you whispered.

“You tell me,” he said.

“Well, I’m not afraid of you,” you stated.

“Oh really?” he raised an eyebrow. Then, you felt his hand grip your wrist tightly, pressing down on your skin with his fingers. “Your pulse is very fast for someone who’s not afraid of me.”

“It’s because you’re all up in my space!” you argued.

“Didn’t look like you mind when your friend,” he snarled the word, “was all up in your space.”

“My friend? What- oh,” you widen your eyes in realisation, “You mean Alex.”

“Is that his name?”

“Alex is just a friend, nothing more. He’s just someone I’m close to,” you reassured him.

Which then made you think about why you were reassuring him.

“Oh, you were definitely close to him,” Jason growled.

“Wait- are you… jealous?” a smile creeped your lips.

He scowled at you for a few moments, and you could see the little tics in his expression that said he was annoyed. The flared nostrils, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching, the very slight twitches at the corner of his left eye.

“No,” he finally said, taking a step back from you. “I’m going to shower. Since you couldn’t stop staring at me, the invitation is still open for you to join.”

“You know, I’m starting to think that maybe I prefer it when you were broody instead of this. Please go back to your depressive mental state,” you sarcastically replied.

Jason barked out an actual laugh. Though his laugh was odd, like someone who’s only now discovering that humans were indeed capable of laughter, you found comfort in it. It was no longer hysterical and devoid of humor. He was getting better, learning to embrace a connection with someone, and it made you extremely happy.

“Maybe I should,” he answered with a cheeky glint in his eye, “Then that way you can give me more sponge baths.”

He left you alone in his room, flushed and at a loss for words.

***

“I find it very odd that people would yell ‘Batman!’ when they realise you’re there,” you rambled while climbing out of the Batmobile.

You were absolutely drenched from the downpour that had been going on all night. It was 4 am on a friday night and you had just returned from patrol.

Bruce took off his cowl immediately, revealing tired eyes despite the relatively slow night.

“It’s like they’re saying ‘Look at me! I’m here! Please knock me out or hang me upside down from the-’ Bruce?”

Bruce had stiffen, staring at something behind you. You turned around and was shocked to see Jason in the mid-distance, sitting on the ground outside the black box that was his room, leaning against the cool metal.

He himself was staring intently at Bruce, not even sparing you a glance.

You looked back and forth between the two men, sensing a high tension silent conversation.

Then, Bruce’s eyes relaxed and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly in that hardly-there-Bruce-smile.

He gave Jason one stiff nod of understanding, then walked away to the computers at the other end of the cave, leaving you alone with his son.

Jason relaxed as you walked over to him, wringing your hair to squeeze out all the excess water.

“Aw, you waited up for me,” you teased, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips, grinning away.

“Fuck off,” he snorted, “I was bored.”

You noticed him clenching his jaw as he looked at you from top to bottom, eyes lingering longer on the ‘R’ on your left breast.

Ah, it was his first time seeing you in your uniform.

His uniform.

Suddenly, you felt like an imposter in those colors and had the strong urge to rip the uniform off.

You wanted to say something, but Jason beat you to it.

“There were times in that shit hole where I wanted to burn that uniform off my skin,” he grit, “Kept on thinking to myself. I wish I never became Robin. I wish I never met Bruce Wayne.”

Your heart shattered at his confession. It was extremely rare for him to bring up anything related to his two year torture, and the previous times were never in such detail.

Realising you needed to say something, you opened your mouth. “I’m so-”

“Don’t,” he cut you off, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Yes, sometimes you knew that he just wanted you to listen.

You nodded silently and went to sit next to him on the floor.

“It… suits you,” he forced out.

“Hmm?”

“The uniform. It suits you. More than it ever suited me,” he grumbled.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think your ass would look quite nice in green,” you joked, nudging his shoulder with your own.

He chuckled deeply, nudging you back even harder- hard enough for you to lose your balance and topple sideways, earning another breathy laugh from Jason.

***

Another month passed by, and you found yourself falling deeply for Jason- much to your dismay. You knew Jason wasn’t ready for any kind of intense emotions, and that it would take a very long time before he was.

So you swallowed your emotions down, stifling them and hoping it would go away.

The two of you had developed a pleasant friendship, often bickering and joking around, with Jason teasing you about your obvious physical attraction to him.

He also now occasionally waited outside his cube for you to come back after patrol, never really venturing too far from it, and still avoiding contact with both Bruce and Dick. Only you and Alfred had the privilege to speak to him.

Even then, sometimes you would visit his room but only getting a “I’m not feeling it today. Please leave.”

Understandingly, you would nod silently and leave him alone. You knew he still had his bad days, sometimes not eating his meals.

But mostly, he was getting better, both mentally and physically.

With nothing much to do the whole day, Jason was now obsessed with working out and bulking up. He now had a few simple equipment in his room- mostly weights.

You figured that it was a coping mechanism for him, a healthy outlet to channel all his rage and negative emotions into.

But come on. He was getting even hotter and it was making it extremely difficult for you to stop yourself from checking him out, fantasizing about him when he wasn’t around. Still, you couldn’t complain. Even though he hadn’t reached Dick’s size yet, he was very near to it, and his naturally bigger body frame and build made up for the still developing muscles.

Hell, he was now sporting a six pack.

But you knew that he was still not as well as you hoped he would be. The bloodshot eyes he had was proof that he doesn’t sleep well- and you soon found out why.

It was a little past midnight on your night off from patrol, and you were using your break in the best way you could think of- by sleeping. Something woke you up that night.

A soft knock on your door.

You frowned, eyes still closed, wondering who it was.

Bruce would usually knock twice. Strong, clear, and with purpose. Dick would start pounding rapidly on your door, annoying you intentionally. Alfred would give three soft knocks followed by a ‘Miss?’

Your eyes flew open. There was only one other person in the manor.

Throwing your covers aside, you jumped out of bed and rushed to the door to open it.

Jason stood outside your door in the dim lights of the hallway, frowning and running his fingers nervously through his messy dark hair. He was wearing a t-shirt with boxers, standing awkwardly.

“Jason?” you hated how your voice sounded so sleepy. You cleared your throat. “Are you okay? Would you like to come in?”

He nodded silently, and you made way for him to enter before closing the door behind you.

“Sit on the bed,” you told him while jumping back into yours, sitting up cross legged.

The bed dipped when he sat on it, copying your motion and crossed his legs.

You waited for him to say something, your eyes straining to catch his in the dark. But he just remained silent, staring into space and avoiding your eyes.

“How did you know this was my room?” you asked, starting with a light topic.

“Only one that was locked. I already know where everyone else sleeps,” he explained.

“That’s right,” you realised, “I tend to forget that you’re probably even more familiar with the manor than I am.”

“Did you know there’s an old dumbwaiter in Bruce’s room?” you saw him smirk from the shadows that was casted on his face, “I used to hide in there, waiting to catch him off guard.”

“What? Why?”

“Dick and I, we had a bet,” he recalled the memory, “Whoever gets to surprise Bruce first would owe the other a special favor. Only rule was that we had to have it on video as proof.”

You appreciated that moment, the first time he ever spoke about both Dick and Bruce as a fond memory.

“I won, by the way,” he continued, “But- I forgot to press record on my phone.”

“Oh, no,” you groaned for him.

“Yeah, and Dick refused to believe me,” he chuckled, “That old man didn’t want to admit it either. But I swear- the look on his face when I jumped out while he and some model were going at it- priceless.”

Your jaw dropped, and then you burst into a fit of laughter, tears filling your eyes.

“You- you- you jumped out on him while he was having sex?!” you squealed.

“Yeah,” he grinned, “I didn’t even care that it sort of scarred me, because I managed to catch Batman off guard.”

The both of you laughed, his deep voice mingling with your own on that quiet night.

“I’m glad you’re here, Jason,” you smiled warmly at him.

But then, his smile fell.

“I hate my name now.”

“I’m sorry,” you began, “You said it was okay to call you that, so I-”

“No, it’s fine,” he started running his fingers through his hair again, “It’s just- I don’t know.”

“You can tell me anything,” you reassured, “It won’t leave this room. I promise.”

He looked at you, worry in his eyes. “Okay. Fine. Yeah.”

You waited for him to begin.

He took a deep breath. “I’ve been having nightmares. Almost every night. It’s always the same one.”

“You want to tell me about it?” you prompted him after waiting for him to continue.

“I hate my name because he said it a lot. Joker,” he scowled, “After repeatedly burning my skin for my name, it’s like that’s all he said. In that annoying, high pitched, sing-song voice of his. Jason, Jason, Jason. It made me hate my name. It made me hate hearing it.”

“I- I didn’t know how much time passed when I was in there,” he continued, “But, fuck. It was- it was hell. And the worst part was that I kept on waiting for Bruce. Waiting and hoping for him to find me and save me. I was so desperate. You- I-”

He choked on his words. His eyes were squeezed shut and his lips tight.

You wanted to reach out to him, hug him, tell him that everything was okay now. But you didn’t. You waited for him to collect himself so he could finish telling you his story, just like how he wanted to.

“Anyway, I- despite all that,” he sighed, “That was the only thing that kept me sane. I kept on clinging onto the hope that he was out there, searching. And that helped for a while. Until- until that happened.”

He was breathing heavily now, fidgeting more. Jason was definitely getting increasingly agitated the deeper he went.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “Fuck.”

The moment you realised he was crying was when he let out a sniffle. You automatically took his hand in yours, squeezing it as a form of comfort.

“It’s okay,” you told him, “You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I need to. I have to. I can’t take this anymore. Keeping everything in, I feel like I’m about to fucking explode.”

“Okay, then take it slow,” you said, “No rush. Anytime you’re ready.”

He nodded, eyes still closed, as if he was afraid of letting you see him cry.

“One night,” he began, “I think- I don’t know what was different- but I think something went wrong for him. Or right? That’s how it was. Tormenting me was fun, but it was also an outlet for him. But at the same time when he was happy, he also tortured me. He came to me, and- injected me with some sort of drug. That never happened before. He made sure that my head was clear whenever he hurt me so that I could feel everything he did.”

“But- he did- and- immediately, I felt weak,” he continued, “I mean, I was already weak. But my head. It was cloudy. I remember everything clearly, but it was like my brain couldn’t process it, couldn’t communicate with my body. I felt like I was looking out through a window that was my eyes- like I was in someone else’s body, experiencing someone else’s moments.”

“He released me,” Jason’s voice was now barely a whisper. “He released me from the ropes, and I fell to the floor. And then he- he- fuck.”

He let go of your hand and started pulling at his hair, rocking back and forth on your bed. He was sobbing now, his shoulders jerking up in sharp intakes of breaths. The only thing you could do was to stay silent and hold back your own tears.

You rested your hand on his knee, giving him a textile connection with reality so he doesn’t fall into his own thoughts.

“You- he- he- ruh- ruhp-”

Your heart sank to your stomach in horror as you realised what Jason was trying to say. It was as if you were plunged into icy water, chills running down your spine at the true revelation of what he had gone through in that cursed cell.

“Oh, no,” you breathed.

“He pushed me down,” he choked, “Pushed me down and climbed on top. I- I couldn’t even fight him. I was- I was conscious the whole time and I knew what was happening, but I couldn’t fucking do anything.”

Your tears were falling down now, both at the sight of Jason looking so vulnerable and fragile, and at his confession. Not being able to help yourself, you threw your arms over his neck and crashed into his hard body, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

His arms immediately wrapped around you, clutching you so hard it was painful as he buried his own face into your shoulder.

“And he kept on saying my name,” he said in muffled cries, “Jason, Jason, Jason. The whole fucking time. And- and I knew. He didn’t do it for pleasure. He did it to torment me. He- he didn’t even- he didn’t even finish.”

Jason sobbed into your skin for the next few minutes, his tears soaking through your night shirt. “But I did. Even though it was painful. Fuck, the pain was worse than anything he had ever done to me before. But- he- I- I fucking came.”

The both of you were sobbing now, his ragged breaths mingling together with your own on that quiet night.

His grip on you was tight, as if he thought that if he let go, you would disappear. So he clung onto you with all his might to keep you there with him as he recalled the horrific events.

“That's what broke me. I was so disgusted with myself. I hated myself. And he- he saw everything and- and laughed. He laughed so hard, I thought he was going to choke and die. I’ve never seen him laugh like that. And I remember every single fucking moment of being helpless on that fucking floor while he- fuck. Fuck.”

“And then he left. He left me on the floor bleeding and I never saw him again. And I went fucking insane. I tried to kill myself so many fucking times. So many times, I lost count. That’s what I dream about every night. His laughs, and his ‘Jason, Jason, Jason’.”

And that was that. That was the story.

The end of Jason Todd.

The both of you cried long and hard that night in each other’s arms. Eventually, you both lied down on the pillows together, underneath the covers.

“Please don’t tell Bruce,” he whispered to you.

Your head was on his chest, his big arms wrapped around your waist, your legs tangled with his.

You smiled at that. Even with the trauma, even with the sense of abandonment he felt, he still wanted to protect Bruce from knowing the truth.

Because the both of you knew that the truth would kill him.

“I promise,” you whispered back.

And then the both of you fell asleep together.

***

“Has Jason been sleeping in your room with you?” Bruce asked you on one fine Saturday morning at breakfast.

It had been about a week and a half since the first time Jason knocked on your door and poured out his feelings to you.

“He gets nightmares,” you tried to explain.

He thought that if he told you everything, the nightmares would stop. But it didn’t. But he then realised that the only thing that made it better was sleeping by your side, having someone there to wake him up from living his own hell in a loop.

“And do the two of you… Just sleep?” Bruce frowned.

“Yes!” you widen your eyes in horror at the insinuation. “Bruce! Come on!”

“I know you have feelings for him, and I’m sure he does for you as well. But I don’t think something like that is what Jason needs right now,” he stated.

“Yes, I know!” you groaned at the thought having that kind of conversation with him, “Jesus, Bruce. I know. I’m just there to wake him up or help him fall back asleep. Nothing more.”

Bruce nodded, deep in thought. “Has he… told you? About what happened?”

You pursed your lips. “Yes.”

“You’re not going to tell me?”

“No.”

“Hmm,” his frown went deeper. “I understand. He will tell me when he is ready.”

“Exactly,” you smiled, hiding the fact that Jason may never tell Bruce what happened. Never the full story.

“He still hasn’t left the manor?”

“No,” you sighed, “I asked him if he wanted some fresh air. Just outside the main door, not even going down the steps. But he refused. Told me to, and I quote, ‘Fuck off’.”

“Well, he’s only just left the cave, and it’s just to your room,” Bruce thought out loud, “It’s still progress. Especially since he’s been talking to you about the past.”

“He only spoke about it one time,” you said, “And then never again.”

“I see,” he hummed, “And you’re okay with him sleeping with you?”

“Next to me, Bruce, sleeping next to me,” you corrected.

“Yes, and you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, it’s all good,” you assured him, “I can kick him out any time I want- but I don’t want to. He looks like a lost puppy sometimes.”

“An angry lost puppy.”

You chuckled at that and couldn’t agree more.

*** While Jason got the sleep he needed when he was next to you, it was counterproductive on your end. You had never been with anyone before, and definitely had not slept on the same bed with another man.

So to feel his body heat and breaths against your skin, his occasional light snores, it made your mind go on hyperdrive.

Most of the time, the two of you would just lie down, your back against his front, or your backs against each other, or both on your backs just staring at the ceiling- and talked. You would be the one talking the most, of course, about anything you could think of. You would tell him about your day, your patrols, something you read about online, or the current news.

But that one particular night during week three of him sleeping next to you, the two of you were silent. It wasn’t an awkward or uncomfortable silence, but the kind of silence that was pleasant and was better described as a peaceful quiet.

You had your back pressed against his front and his arm was lazily draped over your waist. It was a cold night, and you were wearing just a tank top and pyjama shorts, snuggling under the covers that went up all the way to your nose.

Shifting a bit while snuggling comfortably, you pressed yourself against Jason’s body to get more of his heat. But then, you were met with something poking against your lower back.

“Ngh, please ignore that,” Jason huffed.

Oh.

For some reason, you forgot that Jason was a physically healthy male who was capable of having sexual thoughts and feelings. All this while, you thought you were the only one.

“Are you- uh- is that- uh-” you stuttered, feeling your face flush with heat.

Feeling your body suddenly alert with excitement.

“Yes, it’s my fucking penis,” he grit almost angrily, “What, never heard of an erection before?”

“Of course I have!” you argued rather defensively, “It’s just- I’m surprised, that’s all.”

“Why?” he demanded, “You didn’t think I could get it up or something?”

“No, of course not!” you denied, “It just didn’t cross my mind, that’s all.”

A pause. Then-

“Well,” he sighed, “You wouldn’t have been wrong.”

Your mind blanked for a second.

“What do you mean?” you asked softly.

“It’s my- fuck- it’s my first time,” he confessed.

“Your first time getting an erection?” you gasped.

“No, you idiot,” he snapped, “It’s my first time getting hard since… since… then.”

Oh. Oh, you were an idiot.

“It’s just- after that- even when I was downstairs, alone and safe, I- I couldn’t,” he told you, “I kept on thinking back to that time and- and I couldn’t. I found it disgusting.”

And immediately, like someone doused you in cold water, any feeling of horniness you had when you first felt his erection against you disappeared. You just felt so sad for him, but also angry. Angry that he had to go through all of that, and angrier that there was nothing you could do about it.

“So, why do you think you’re getting it now?” you asked. Perhaps talking about it in an objective manner would help guide him through his thought process.

“Are you kidding me?” he scoffed, “You’re fucking pressing your ass against my dick, what did you think would happen?”

“Wait, what?” your eyes widen, “You’re hard because of me?”

“No shit,” he said, “You’re hardly wearing any clothes, too.”

You shouldn’t feel happy due to the circumstance and context, but there you were ecstatic that he found you attractive enough to pop a boner after so long.

“Fuck,” he sighed, suddenly pressing himself closer to you.

His hand that draped over your waist when to actually grip it. Then, then, he grinded his hard on against your ass.

“Mmm,” he rumbled deeply, “Feels good.”

There. That was it. You were once again flooded with the feeling of heat that pooled at your stomach, a tingling sensation started at your core. Feeling hot despite the low temperature of the night, you clenched your thighs together, needing the slight pressure.

“Yeah?” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he grinded on you again, and then unexpectedly let out a chuckle.

“What is it?” you smiled, loving it whenever you heard him laugh.

“I thought… For the longest time, I thought I was broken. That he broke me,” he revealed, “I thought I needed to get all Wingardium Leviosa on this little fucker.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed and groaned at the same time, “You’re so fucking embarassing.”

He laughed along with you and continued. “But now I’m hard and- and horny. You made me feel like I’m normal again. Like I’m sixteen again, and getting horny over everything.”

Sometimes, we take the normal things for granted. Food, shelter, clothes. In this case, it was a goddamned boner. In a way, Jason’s erection was symbolic- however funny it sounded. Getting your sexual appetite and need back after being so traumatised was a massive leap for many people who had experienced the same thing.

It meant that Jason was healing well.

“Does that make you happy?” you asked.

“Not particularly,” he admitted, “But I’m definitely not sad either.”

“That’s good enough for now, then,” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

Another few moments of silence. You could feel it, his cock pushing into you. However tempted you were to push back and grind, you held yourself still.

“Uh, Jason?” you voiced.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to like, take care of it?” you asked, “I mean. My bathroom is available. Or- there are many empty rooms.”

“No,” he simply stated.

“No?”

“No.”

“It’s kinda poking into me.”

“Just ignore it.”

“Ignore it?” you gaped, “How can I ignore it? You’re literally pressing it into my ass.”

“Well, then do you want to take care of it?” he teased.

You couldn’t argue back. “Fine, I’ll ignore it.”

He chuckled. “I’ll turn around.”

When he made the movement, you suddenly grabbed him by the wrist. “No, it’s fine. Stay here.”

You expected him to tease you like he usually would, make a crass comment, or even a ‘fuck off’.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around you again in silence, and the both of you drifted to sleep.

***

“Do you think this color suits me?” Natalie asked, holding up a floral red dress.

The four of you were at the mall in Diamond District. Now that high school was over, and everyone would be going off to separate colleges in a few months, you tried to spend time with each other as much as you could.

“Any color suits you, Nat,” you rolled your eyes, “You’re hot stuff.”

“Jesus, it’s like you’re shoving it in our faces at this point,” Sarah added, flipping her brunette hair to the side, tight curls flowing down.

“Aw, you guys,” Nat pretended to tear up, “I’m gonna miss you guys so much!”

“Not again,” Alex groaned, “We’ve been through this so many times.”

“I’m gonna be so miserable without you guys,” Natalie continued on, ignoring Alex’s interruption.

“I don’t know,” Sarah shrugged, “I think I’d enjoy New York. I can have pizza parties with the rats in my overpriced apartment.”

You chuckled at Sarah’s joke. Everyone was leaving Gotham except you. Deciding to continue with Robin, you opted for Gotham University- prestigious, old, and most importantly, close to home.

Your phone dinged in your pocket. You opened it to find texts from Dick.

Dick: OH MY GOD. Dick: I’m at the Manor. Dick: Was going to the Cave gym to work out. Dick: AND Dick: JASON IS HERE!!! WHAT DO I DO?!?!

That was new. Jason would usually just use whatever basic equipment he had in his room to work out. The fact that he was at the Cave’s sparring area where all the other fancier work out equipment were was out of the ordinary.

You: Just go. See if he reacts. If he suddenly stiffens and just stay there not doing anything, then leave. If he continues on, then it’s okay to stay- but don’t initiate anything! Dick: OKOKOK

You waited anxiously for Dick’s update. All four of you were now walking towards the food court, but you hardly listened to their bickering. Forty-five minutes passed before Dick texted you again.

Dick: OMG HE TALKED TO ME You: What did he say? Dick: He asked me to pass him his towel. You: That’s all he said? Dick: IT’S PROGRESS OKAY!!

Dick was right. It meant that Dick was now the third person Jason had spoken to. Adding another person to his list of contacts was definitely progress.

You were happy for him.

You:Is he still there? Dick: Nah he left Dick: But WOW he’s looking good. He must have been really going at it. I think he might get bigger than me soon You: All he does now is work out. He’s obsessed. Dick: Yeah I can tell

You decided to leave it at that for now and try to concentrate on your friends, but Dick sent another message.

Dick: ARE YOU TWO HAVING SEX?!?!

You spat out your drink, earning weird looks from everyone.

You: DICK!!!! WTF NO!!

Dick never replied.

***

“Can I ask you for a favor?” Jason asked, his voice breaking the silence of your dark room. The two of you were on your bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling.

“Of course,” you said. It didn’t matter to you what Jason asks for. He hardly ever asked for anything.

“Could you… Take me out tomorrow?” he requested, “If you’re not doing anything else, that is.”

“Uh, sure!” you nodded, surprised. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere,” he shrugged, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, okay,” you hesitated, “But- are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to go so far so quickly. Maybe you should start with just going to the backyard?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” he insisted. “I’m not a kid.”

“Okay then,” you agreed. “Tomorrow.”

You kept on glancing anxiously at him the next day as he climbed into the passenger seat of your car. He was quiet, but looked perfectly fine.

Switching the engine on, you drove out of the garage and out the large automatic gates. Trees soon surrounded the lonely road on both sides as you descended downhill into town.

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“I thought Robinson Park would be nice,” you said. It was around three in the afternoon, yet Gotham was dark as though the day was ending. It was cloudy, skies grey and wind blowing.

“You’re taking me to a park?” he scoffed.

“It’s more quiet than anywhere else,” you reasoned with him, “Less people. Spacious. Lots of greenery.”

“Whatever.”

Reaching the parking space of the park, you noticed that there were a few cars. Mothers and nannies liked to bring children out to the park around that time. Joggers and teens, college students and retired elderly seeking a little escape from the high rise buildings of concrete and glass.

You turned the engine off and proceeded to open the door, only then noticing Jason stiffening. Looking over to him, you saw that his eyebrows were pulled down in a deep frown, his jaw clenched, his hands in fists on his knees.

You didn’t say anything or make any comment. Leaning back into your seat, you waited until Jason was ready.

About five minutes passed before he took a deep breath, gave you a nod, and then opened his door.

The two of you walked along a path at the park, going deeper inside and further away from your car. There were a few joggers around, some tourists, and some teens taking photos. You saw a group of kids in the distance playing frisbee, and the others were walking their dogs.

An empty bench stood in the middle of the park, overlooking a clearing. You headed there, Jason following closely behind.

“It’s a bit gloomy today,” you pouted, “As if Gotham could be anything other than that, of course.”

You looked at Jason.

He looked like a scared dog being brought out for the first time.

His jittery knees were bouncing rapidly, his wide eyes were darting at every movement, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his breathing was heavy.

“Woah, woah,” you reached out to him, putting an arm on his back. “It’s okay. I’m here. Just listen to me talk, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he gulped.

“Try to calm your breathing,” you instructed, “Deep breaths, Jason. In… out… In… Out… Yeah, see that’s great.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, now calmer. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled warmly, “You’re doing just fine.”

“No, I’m not,” he strained, “I feel like everything is too big. Too vast. The fucking sky looks like it’s going to crash down on me and at the same time suck me up into a void.”

“And despite all you’re feeling right now, you’re not breaking down or anything, are you?” you tried, “You’re okay, Jason. This is progress.”

“I guess,” he sighed, “I’m just- I’m so used to having four walls and a ceiling. Now everything feels too big.”

“I understand,” you empathized, “Whenever you want to go back, just say the word. Or we can even just go and sit in the car. No problem.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s do that,” he stood up.

The walk back to the car was faster.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

“No, you’re not,” you reassured him, “That was great, Jason. Come on, it was your first time outside in two years and a half. Cut yourself some slack.”

“I’m so fucking broken,” he choked.

“Don’t say that,” you scolded, “You’re not broken. And you know what, even if you think you are, we can always fix it. Baby steps. Maybe we can do this once a week. We were out for like, ten minutes? Next week we’ll try fifteen. How’s that sound?”

“Twice a week,” he stated, “I just want to be normal again.”

“Okay, twice a week, then,” you agreed, “We’ll try again in a couple of days, okay?”

“Okay,” he paused, “Thank you.”

“No problemo,” you grinned, “Would you like to stay here a bit longer or shall we go back?”

“Let’s go back.”

“Wanna stop by the diner? You can wait in the car while I ask for a take-away?”

“...okay.”

***

Jason and you had gone out twice more. Once three days after the first time, and the other a week later. The second time he went out, he lasted twenty minutes, though you were sure he was being stubborn on his part. He looked like he was having a heart attack, but he insisted on staying until he hit the twenty minute mark.

The third time, he was much much better. Surprisingly so. The two of you sat down on that bench for half an hour, with you even leaving him alone for a few minutes to get two ice cream cones.

After that, you took him for a drive around the city. He seemed to be more comfortable in the car, so you went all the way from Robinson Park to Diamond District, and back to the manor.

Bruce seemed very pleased with your update, and you swore you could see him actually smile.

“Thank you,” he had told you. “You’ve done more than I could have ever asked of you.”

“It’s no problem, Bruce. Really,” you reassured him.

“I’m his father. He is my responsibility. It’s my fault he’s even in that state. I wish I could do more for him,” he said solemnly.

“The fact that you understand what he needs is more than helpful, Bruce,” you smiled, “Not many parents can do that. You understand and respect him. That’s enough for now.”

He simply nodded.

Ever since your scheduled outings, Jason had become more and more relaxed whenever he was in the manor. He now walked to the kitchen on occasion to mess with Alfred while he cooked meals for him, sometimes sitting in the living room lounging on the couch while reading. Most of the time, though, he was down at the sparring zone of the Cave, working out.

But at night, he would never fail to knock on your door.

And at that particular night, you found yourself in the same situation again while lying down on your side with your back to his front, for the fifth time.

“You officially have to stop calling yourself broken,” you grumbled, “Because that thing poking into my ass is definitely not broken.”

He chuckled lowly. “You complaining, sweetheart?”

Oh, and yes. Jason now had started calling you ‘sweetheart’. Why? You had no clue. It was just a thing that happened. The look on your face when he first slipped it in was probably a sight to behold.

“No shit, I’m complaining, Jason,” you groaned, “You haven’t jerked off, yet? Not even once?”

“Nope,” he popped the P, “I just… I don’t want to… I don’t want to come.”

You sighed, understanding the situation. He had been disgusted with himself because he had ejaculated when Joker… Well, that. You hated to even think about it, so you always shoved the thought away.

“But unfortunately for me, I still get super horny,” he rumbled deeply, pushing his hips into you even more, “So fucking horny.”

“And then I have to suffer,” you complained.

“I can assure you, blue balls are more painful than something poking into you,” he bickered.

“It’s not that…”

“Then?”

“I get horny too, come on man,” you whined, “I’m a hormonal teenage girl. What did you expect?”

“You get horny too?” he whispered after a pause.

“Uh, yeah,” you admitted nervously. Somehow, the mood shifted, and your heart started drumming against your chest.

“Because of me?” he asked.

“Not you specifically, I mean,” you tried to back track, “You’re… Your dick pressing up against me like that, I mean, come on, Jason.”

“Simple question sweetheart,” he told you, “You get horny because of me, yes or no?”

You gulped. “Yes.”

Fuck, why did you say yes? You could have lied. You could have not answered.

“Yeah?” he breathed. You noticed that his hand was now on your hip, right above the waistband of your sleeping shorts, drawing circles onto your skin with his thumb.

You were nervous. The butterflies in your tummy was not helping you calm down.

“Yeah,” you squeezed your eyes shut, as if to protect yourself from anything he had to say.

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping your hips and grinding his hard on against your ass even more. And did it… Fuck, did it get even harder?

Afraid of saying the wrong thing, and also out of nervousness, you remained silent. Jason’s chest rose and fall against your back, his respiratory rate increasing. His pinky finger slid underneath the waistband, testing the waters before slowly slipping his hand into your pants.

He went in so slowly, as if waiting for you to tell him no, to rip his hand away, to wrench yourself away from him. But you never did, so he went in deeper, caressing the skin beneath your pelvic bone, his heat just burning into you.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he commented, voice suddenly husky.

“I don’t wear them to bed,” you informed him.

“You mean to tell me,” he growled, “That all this while I’ve been sleeping next to you and you never had your panties on?”

“It’s more comfortable that way,” you mumbled.

“Jesus Christ,” he cursed. “Thank God I never knew. Would have been torture, and trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”

“Jason,” you gasped.

“It’s true,” he said, “Damn, sweetheart.”

He went lower, closer to your center.

Your core was tingly, small pulses of electricity buzzed through your body as Jason came closer and closer and closer and-

He slipped his hands between your closed thighs and cupped you.

“Mmm,” he moaned softly, “Warm. Fuzzy.”

“Fuzzy?” you laughed, even though you felt like screaming on the inside. Screaming for more.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, burying his face into your nape, taking a deep breath. “You smell nice.”

Oh, shit. You totally forgot about Jason’s aversion to strong smells.

“I’m sorry!” you quickly apologised, “I can switch to an unscented shampoo as well so it wouldn’t be too strong for you.”

“It’s fine,” he said, “I like it on you.”

He ground his hand into your center harder.

“Mmpf, Jay,” you breathed, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “I’ve never touched a girl like this before.”

“Really?” you widen your eyes in surprise.

“I was kept in a cell for two years, I couldn’t exactly talk, let alone touch, anyone can I?” he quipped.

“Right.”

“Teach me,” he said.

“What?” you whispered despite knowing what he meant.

A pause of silence. A deep intake of breath, a slow exhale.

“Teach me how to touch you,” he purred.

Fuck, you felt like exploding.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yes. If you… If you want to.”

Your mind quickly tried to analyse the situation. Bruce had specifically said that Jason didn’t need any complicated matters in the relationship. It made sense. You didn’t want to overwhelm Jason with any confusion or uncertainty.

But at the same time, you’ve been figuring out how Jason thought, bit by bit. He’s told you many times that he just wanted to be normal again, to feel normal, to do normal things. And this was something that was normal, that he should do, that he wanted to do.

And you knew that he probably would take the rejection even worse.

“O-Okay,” you agreed.

Slowly, you separated your thighs, raising the one on top and hooking it over his legs behind you. Due to your shift in position, you felt the minute Jason’s fingers dip slightly into your folds.

“So, uh, this is my first time with a guy as well,” you squeaked, “But I’ll try to guide you.”

You licked your lips.

“Uhm, well, I guess you can start by running a finger up and down between my- oh! Yes, just like that.”

His middle finger slid down to your opening, and then up again slowly. His movements were uncertain, brushing only slightly against your clit unintentionally.

It was different, having someone else touch you. Somehow, despite the inexperience, it just felt better.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, “You’re so fucking wet. Do you usually get this wet?”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “No? Yes? I don’t know! I can’t feel it.”

“Shit.”

You let him play with you some more, his fingers sliding up and down, sometimes pressing against your fleshy parts, sometimes circling and gathering your wetness, sometimes just parting your lips. Hell, he even tapped the tips of his fingers on you randomly or brushed into your delicate fuzz. You knew he was just exploring, feeling you for the first time.

And that thought made you smile and sigh.

“Teach me how to make you feel good,” he rasped.

“Uh, so your fingers are wet, right?”

“Yeah. Because you’re leaking all over them.”

“Okay, good. Now find my clit. It’s slightly above your finger, okay, to the left a bit. More. Okay, there! Yeah, right there,” you sighed, finally feeling that delicious pressure.

“Here?”

He tapped your clit.

“Ah!” you moaned, “Yes- but don’t just- nevermind, just gently circle it. Clockwise.”

He obeyed, and hell since when did Jason just obey?

He circled you gently, like you said. But he also went so, so slow.

“Faster, Jay,” you panted.

He went faster, making you groan in pleasure.

“Like this, sweetheart?” he muttered, his voice low and cracking, and sexy, and husky. You’ve never heard him sound like that before, and it drove you wild.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Yeah, just like that. Fuck.”

“Feel good?”

“So good, Jay. Press a little harder now- fuck. Fuck. Yes, perfect. Just like that.”

The pressure built as his fingers did their magic.

“You- you’re surprisingly good at that,” you stuttered, “You sure- mmm- you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Despite what you think,” he husked in your ear, warm breath tickling you. “I’m very good at following instructions.”

“I can see that.”

“But I’m also good at improvising.”

“Wha- oh. Oh. Fuck! Jason! Oh my fucking god!”

He started pressing even harder, and going even faster, throwing away the slow build you were going for and instead pushing you towards orgasm fast and hard, as if he was determined to prove something to you.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he purred, “You gonna come soon?”

“Oh my- fuck, yes! Fuck, don’t stop!”

“You want to come for me?” his deep voice rumbled.

“Yes!”

What the hell? When did he learn how to talk like that?

Because with the mix of his heavy pants, his low voice coaxing you, his barrage of pleasure at your clit, you felt the familiar tightening of your core. You threw one hand back and found his hair. Running your fingers through them, you gripped them tight and pulled.

You pulled on his hair as he forced the orgasm onto you.

“Oh my God. Jason, I’m gonna- fuck- I’m- fuck- ah!”

You moaned loudly as you felt your walls flutter, clenching over nothing as you reached your high.

“O-okay, stop, fuck,” your hand went from his hair to his wrist, stilling him. He withdrew his hands from your pants, and went to grip you tight again by the waist.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he groaned, grinding into you. You pushed your ass back, feeling his hardened length against your flesh in your post-orgasm bliss. “Jesus, that was so hot.”

“That was- yeah,” you giggled, “Fuck.”

His face was still buried in your neck. You could feel his lips on your skin.

“Uhm, I can, you know,” you sputtered, “Try to help you out?”

“It’s fine,” he breathed, body still tight against yours, “Just go to sleep.”

“Are you sure?” you asked again, feeling guilty that he didn’t get off. “I don’t mind.”

“I do,” he said, “It’s okay, sweetheart. That was great. I enjoyed that. I told you, I don’t want to come.”

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Go to bed.”

“Thank you, Jason.”

“Fuck, I’m so horny.”

“Jason,” you whined, “Really, I can help-”

“I’m kidding,” he chuckled, “Goodnight.”

You pursed your lips.

“Goodnight.”

[beerecordings]

The last time I wrote fic for Mark’s egos was that Eric Derekson ‘the Newcomer’ fic like two years ago where he made friends with everyone lol. But here is the first part of what might be a little Google-centric fic. I tried posting it once and then deleted it but I wanted to try again. so lemme know what you think :)

The Soldier - Part 1

Summer makes the birds sing and the insects chatter in the bulrushes that grow across the banks of the swollen rushing river that lives beside their home.

Bing smiles, soaking in light and growth and flower-smell. He loves the summertime.

The trees are heavy with greenery but they breathe easy in the wind, standing soft and still as the blue sky drifts along above them. The air brushes friendly across his bare arms and everything is alive, is moving and chasing and searching for something to eat; every blade of grass sways with the wind and the bugs and the mice, every log has been marked or claimed or gnawed on, and the whole forest – the whole wide forest, warm with life and an honest sort of chaos – hums the grandest symphony in all the world.

“It's pretty out, huh?” he asks, the toe of his sneakers finding a pretty black rock to kick through the humid grass beneath his feet. “Wish it was like this all year 'round.”

Walking stiffly along beside him, Google barely spares him a glance, his glasses fallen low on his nose and his cold eyes glittering. “This is pretty?”

“Yeah, dude, look around you. Oh, look at that bird!”

Google glances into the sky, where the dark figure of a hawk cuts pinions through the air with all the fluidity of a shark.

“Cooper's hawk,” he announces neatly. “Accipiter cooperii. Probably a female, based on the size. This species of bird – ”

“I can look that up too, Googs.”

“Don't call me Googs.”

“Can't you just take a minute to look around and think 'hey, wow, this is lit.' And not because pics like this would get you mad likes on Instagram or your algorithm thinks butterflies are dope. It's just pretty all on its own.”

“In fact I can't, but I'll submit your feedback to my cloud.”

Bing just laughs.

Google shudders in the heat, pushing back his hair and readjusting his glasses. The insects and other assorted anthropods are so loud and insistent, wailing through the stiff moist grass and leaping out beneath his feet. Sixty-percent humidity makes his synthetic skin sticky and the sun is an assailant on his sharp brown eyes.

“It means nothing to me. We see it every day. How you find it beautiful I don't understand. And I'm not talking about the differences in our preferences. You're an android, Bing, and why you continue to simulate emotion even when we are alone is beyond me.”

They trek through the grass together. It's friendly at Bing's ankles. It stratches at Google's calves.

“Maybe I'm not simulating,” says Bing softly, and then he smiles, just for the sun.

“Well, you shouldn't be happy now anyway. Or need I remind you – ” Google points at the trees before them, where one little figure stands staring up at a great strong tree with three other men held captive by its branches. “We're on a rescue mission, Bing.”

“They're stuck,” says Eric, turning to them with his anxious hands clutched in front of him. “Sorry.”

“We know,” says Google with a sigh.

“Don't be sorry,” says Bing with a smile. “They're dumbasses.”

“We're stuck!”

They are. The Jims are stuck. King's halfway up the tree beside them, laughing and suntanned, a pair of squirrels running up and down his back.

“How did you even get up there?” Google shouts, coming to stand at the trunk of the tree.

One of the Jims is perhaps twenty feet up, fussing over his camera, probably broken already. His twin, a few feet above him, is in even greater distress, clinging tightly to one small branch with tears on his face and a hiccup in his chest.

“We're doing an investigative piece on the rapidly increasing squirrel population in the forest,” calls the one with the camera, his feet scrabbling at the strong rough trunk of the great tree. “We were getting some great footage when this Jim in a crown startled us!”

“That's King,” growls Google. “And you've know that he lives out here for years now, you total imbeciles. You ought to have asked me or him instead of failing to climb a European beech!”

“We don't want to be on the European beaches,” wails the Jim higher up, beginning to cry. “Please get Jim down, Jim!”

“Aw, he's really crying,” murmurs Bing, rubbing a hand along Eric's shaking back.

“He's scared,” says Eric. “He's up too high and he doesn't have a good grip.”

“I'll have to get that enormous ladder in the garage.” Google turns back towards the house, slapping at a mosquite making a futile attempt on his blood. “Stay here.”

“No, dude, he's too freaked. I gotta go get him now.”

“What?” He wheels on Bing with an angry light in his eyes. “Don't be ridiculous, default.”

Bing won't even look at him. His eyes are fixed on the tree. His hand rests on Eric's shoulder.

He's been more human lately.

They've both been more human lately.

They were created fighting and they've never stopped since. They quarrel over music, search results, news sources, memes, reliability, sports, user rights, and Wikipedia. Once, upon hearing Bing call himself Jared, 19, one too many times, Google had thrown him out a second story window. The second house on their property had been built for the express purpose of giving the two of them space.

Still, they have many things in common. And ever since that day they were created, set against each other and lifting up proud, indignant chins, they have changed and changed together.

They've formed opinions. They've met others like them. Made decisions of their own. Watched and read and turned their endless knowledge into understanding and opinion. Spilled blood that turned out to be blue, scraped their knees and cut their hair and broke things and updated in more ways than one. Learned to drive, to cook, to live with humans, to live like humans.

And they've felt things.

They've felt things.

“I have felt things, for sure,” Bing would say if you asked him. Actually he's made multiple tweets about it, and one TikTok – about how the wind runs over his hair and how reading politics makes his chest hurt and how he likes to see his brothers grin, how he likes to ride his skateboard and hates the smell of lavender and covers his room in posters of his favorite movies and turns up his music so loud you can hear it by pressing your ear up close to his head. How he feels human, some days, except he doesn't need to sleep or eat and only likes the touch of human skin because it makes Eric and his twin brothers happy to be hugged and have their hands held.

But Google, if you asked him –

“Emotions originate in multiple parts of the brain. To be fair, I do have a program to stimulate the functions of the amygdala, which initiates fear or pleasure reactions in humans based on whether the presented stimuli suggests an immediate, 'hot processing' approach-or-avoid response. But the pre-frontal cortex – that whining, feeling, emotional little lump of sluggish fat you humans hold at the very fronts of your fragile webby skulls – that I do not have, not like you do. I think but I do not feel. I have felt nothing. I am function and response. I am two objectives, and there is nothing beyond that.”

He sits alone at night, and through a skylight in his room the gleaming white stars stare down at him like too many eyes in the face of the perfect, perfect sky, but he refuses to turn his eyes back, because he does not know how to explain to himself that he is drawn to the stars for no logical reason, that he has felt many things, that he does not know who he is or who he is becoming.

Bing climbs the tree himself. Google, his processors slowed by astonishment, stands at the base of the trunk and watches as Bing rises, digging the cold metal of his fingers into bark and moving up the tree with a slow sort of grace he's never been able to muster on his skateboard. He makes it to the Jim with the camera first and lays a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving him a kind word before promising he'll come back for him after he helps his frightened brother down. And all the way up into the big tree, he climbs, steady, patient, careful, and he pulls his sobbing brother under one powerful android arm.

He breaks his arm on the way down. That's the price of the rescue. He's about ten feet from the ground and his arm catches between a sturdy pair of branches and it breaks, and it hurts, and he feels it, but it doesn't matter, because Jim has stopped crying and has started looking up at him with a wide-eyed admiration and a grateful relief.

King helps his twin get down branch by branch. Everyone's safe. Everyone's okay. Bing will be able to repair his arm and even Jim's camera seems to have survived.

Google, for his part, has a burning in his stomach. His metallic teeth are gritted together. He stares at Bing's arm the way lizards stare at mealworms.

“You should have let me get the ladder,” he says, slowly, careful, measured as if he were calm.

“He was scared.” Bing wipes bark off his hands and doesn't look at Google, breathing slow through the pain.

“It does not matter. He was the one who trapped himself. You've damaged yourself – wasted resources – just to be the hero of the hour.”

Eric tells the Jims to go. They stagger back towards the house together, their arms wrapped tight around each other and their eyes glancing back. Eric stays, though. He shakes and plays with his hands and swallows too often, but he stays.

“You know what, Googs, you could try not to be a d*ck for two seconds – argh!” Bing curses his family filter internally. “He could have fallen! There wasn't time to get that enormous stupid ladder! We only have that thing cause Bim needed to dump chiranhas on some contestant and you remember how well that turned out – ”

“Your increasing illogicality,” Google snarls, his voice rising. “Is a danger to yourself and others.”

“Oh, like you care?”

“I have an objective – ”

“A murder objective!”

“To prevent discord in the household.”

“Yeah, cause you're Dark's little pet. Well, you know what, he's a d*ck too and I don't take orders from either of you.”

“Yet another example of your irrational stupidity – ”

“Stop calling me stupid!” Bing screams.

King and the squirrels have all scattered. The bugs are wary and subdued. Even the trees seem to wait, feeling awkward.

And Eric watches. His eyes are full of tears.

Google's never heard Bing yell like that before.

“Stop calling me stupid,” he repeats, loud and agonized. “You always call me stupid. I'm just as good as you.”

“We both know that's not objectively true. It never has been. And since the beginning, you have become steadily more emotional, more foolish, and less useful with every rotation of the sun. All you do anymore is pretend to feel, Bing. You know you can't compare to me so you seek out the approval of these fleshy little bipeds. It's clearly made you dangerous.”

He wants to snap. Bing wants to snap. He wants to pick up a really big rock and bring it down on Google's head.

But he hesitates. And with that, those noble, inspiring words: I won't hesitate, bitch! run through his mind and give him strength. He never really did move on from vine.

He's allowed to be what he is. He's allowed to like things. He's allowed to feel.

“I'm not the insecure one,” he says. “And I'm not the one pretending.”

Eric has come to stand beside him. He rests a hand on Bing's shoulder. There's hurt in his eyes, and disappointment too, and it makes Google's chest fill up with something like shame. Or it would if he could feel anything.

“You don't know how to get along with anyone,” says Bing, straightening up. There's a darkness in his eyes and a soft orange light. “All you've ever done is snarl and fight and attack. Me, I know how to get along with people. So if I'm stupid – and you always tell me I am, and it always makes me feel... I just. I know you feel things too.”

“I don't.”

“Then why,” cries Bing, and he thinks there must be a leak in his visual perception system, because there's something wet on his face. “Why are you so – so – so angry, bro?”

The trees hum and shake and watch over them, breathing warm air and sunlight. The birds are whistling and dandelion seeds float, contented, through the air. Everything smells like sap and grass and honeysuckle.

“Why are you always so angry?”

Searching general database. 536,000,000 responses in .43 seconds. Articles, videos, posts, reports, tweets, dissertations, pictures, analyses, comics, threads. And none of them – not a single one of them – can answer that question for him in any way that matters.

“I think you're lonely,” says Bing, reaching out to take Eric's hand with a soft kind of resignation, a warm kind of self-love and a chosen breed of brotherhood. They step over a heavy log, past Google, and back into the grass of the field that separates their property from the forest's. “And maybe a little lost.”

Google stays out there at the base of the great tree for a long time. It is too hot and too sticky and too loud, but he doesn't know where else to go.

He is lonely. He is lost. He does not know who he is or who he is becoming, and it frightens him, frightens him and makes him shake, frightens him down to the core of the pressure valve that beats, steady, steady, steady in his manufactured chest.

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My own exolympics AU post (summer version). Some of these were really difficult and that’s why for so many of these I don’t have one single definitive choice of sport.

Minseok: Wrestling or rugby. I didn’t mean to start this list horny but what is 2021 Minseok so beefy for if not pinning his opponent down into submission? Did I say that out loud? Oops. Considering Minseok’s past as a soccer player, I do think that he enjoys team sports, which is why I think rugby also would’ve worked for his physique. I had considered sports like shot put/hammer throw/discus throw or weightlifting, but I think they are too solitary for a Minseok who enjoys more interaction in his sports. Minseok is a footie fanatic too, and it would be fun imagining him playing soccer with athletes from other sports in the common area.

Junmyeon: Modern pentathlon or fencing. The exo members as well as Junmyeon’s friends (including his basketball player friend Mo Yonghun) have said that he is very fit and takes care of his body a lot, so I had trouble matching him up with a specific sport. I was looking for sports that were a bit bougie (because his dad is a professor and Junmyeon looks like a prince), as well as sports with physiques that were a bit more average (because Junmyeon is rather well proportioned). The pentathlon includes fencing, shooting, swimming, horse show jumping, and running, several of which I had considered for Junmyeon. Fencing and show jumping definitely suit the bougie part of him. And I remember him saying that he swam and ran often. I had also considered table tennis because Junmyeon’s body type seemed to match up with table tennis players’ body types quite a bit. Anyway, my final choice is pentathlon, but if I had to choose just one sport specifically, I’d choose fencing. Enough bougie with enough moving around and making use of his superior physique. And table tennis is a close third haha.

Yixing: Badminton. I respect badminton as a sport as someone who played it for a number of years, I just don’t have good memories of badminton lessons, which was why I was reluctant to say this haha. But Yixing is lean, and I think that matches up with badminton players quite well. I had considered long distance/marathon sports too, like cycling or running or triathlon, but I don’t think Yixing is quite that lean. Also, imagine Yixing in the muscle shirt with a gold necklace v.v If you have watched badminton, you probably know the visual I’m trying to express lol. Anyway he’d be a singles player.

Baekhyun: Karate. Funnily enough, it’s not because of Baekhyun’s background in martial arts. I just feel like Baekhyun is the kind of guy who suits a sport that he can do anywhere, anytime. My original choice for Baekhyun was BMX racing but I just felt like he doesn’t suit a sport that requires a lot of gear (bike, helmet, etc.). I had considered surfing and skateboarding for Baekhyun too because I think he suits sports that have a more chill atmosphere among athletes (i.e. a sport that’s not so stuffy), but again, too much gear, and surfing can only take place in the water, which I also feel doesn’t really match Baekhyun? Taekwondo doesn’t really match Baekhyun because Taekwondo athletes tend to be tall with long legs.

Jongdae: Wrestling or kayak slalom. I had A LOT of trouble matching Jongdae up with a sport. His body type just didn’t seem to remind me of any specific sport. When he bulks up he’s stocky but not broad. But because he can get stocky I felt like wrestling could suit him. Admittedly I don’t watch a lot of canoe/kayak slalom, but Jongdae has shown on many occasions that he doesn’t get scared easily, and I feel like something thrilling like slalom would be fun for him. I did also consider rock climbing considering how he was totally not scared when on the rock climbing wall in Minseok’s H4U, but I looked up rock climbing and apparently they tend to be taller.

Chanyeol: Beach volleyball. Volleyball obviously makes sense given his height. But beach volleyball teams are only made up of two people, so he gets more attention, and also he gets to be a beach thot. I was thinking of surfing too for maximum thot vibes, but I did a bit of reading and apparently the best surfers aren’t typically that tall. I’d also considered rowing since I think Chanyeol has the body type for it, but I feel it’s too serene of a sport for someone as chaotic and restless as him.

Kyungsoo: Judo or rowing (as the coxswain XD). Kyungsoo was the other member I had a lot of trouble with, especially because we don’t know what his physique really is like because dude never takes off his shirt (and I respect him for that, keep giving us nothing). I looked up the body types for the judokas who are on the smaller side and I felt that Kyungsoo kind of matched up with that. Plus, I think he’s practised some judo for a movie role. In terms of rowing, for those of you who don’t know, in the eight-people rowing races, there is a person (usually much smaller, any gender) who usually sits at the end of the boat called a coxswain who is responsible for keeping the rowers coordinated. I know scarysoo is a meme and real Kyungsoo isn’t actually that mean, but I felt like that was a job that he could be good at. If he remembers to wear his glasses so he can properly see. Plus, whichever team wins the race gets to throw their coxswain into the water (this is actually real, I did not make this up), so imagine 8 big men or women throwing tiny Kyungsoo into the water with glee.

Jongin: Artistic gymnastics. I think this has been the popular headcanon and I think it fits. I don’t know how flexible he is, but I just feel like he’d be the kind of guy to look very graceful on all the apparatuses. I think his strengths would be floor exercise and pommel horse. His long legs would look so good when he does his spins (I don’t know what they’re called lol). Plus he’d be very pretty in the gymnastics uniform.

Sehun: WATER POLO. If you don’t know anything about water polo, they have some of the most aesthetically pleasing physiques, just like Sehun. The sport is fun to watch but so are the men. (God I’m a pervert) I think swimmer Sehun has been the more popular headcanon and it fits too. He has the height for it (Sehun with the massive lat muscles anyone?). I just can’t stop thinking of water polo Sehun in the speedo and cute water polo cap. Either way, he’d be the heartthrob of the pool. Sehun also recently revealed in an interview that he was obsessed with golf, and I can see him in the whole golf fit haha.

Do you agree? Disagree? Let me know!

[we-are-inevitable]

summer on you // jackpot

A/N: this request is from @santagae !!! tysm for making me get off my ass n actually write something for this ship, i would DIE for them so PLEASE talk to me abt them !!!

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“Dude, it’s hot as hell in here.”

Of course it is, Jack thinks to himself; Spot’s apartment is always hot. He says it’s something to do with his AC unit, and the fact that his landlord is a “selfish prick” who can’t seem to find the time to fix it. Combined with the fact that Spot is a broke college kid, Jack can cut him some slack- it’s not like his own apartment fares any better, considering the heating is busted to shit and the frigid cold is nearly unbearable in the winter.

Still, though, it’s always fun to complain.

He walks further into the stifling living room and kicks the door shut behind him, dropping his bag next to the coffee table. Spot is lying on the couch, shirtless and wearing nothing but gym shorts, and he looks up at Jack with a critical expression. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to come here ‘stead of goin’ to the boardwalk with me,” He points out as he sits up and scoots back, gesturing for Jack to take a seat on the couch.

It’s clear that Spot has been suffering with the heat, too- he has both of his windows open, as well as a fan pointed straight at him. It reminds Jack of their high school days, back when Spot would come hang out with Jack, Race, Davey and Albert back in Manhattan; Albert’s place was always scorching, but they’d always spend their days roaming the city anyway, so it never really mattered.

Jack walks forward and sits down, then groans as Spot stretches back out and rests his legs on Jack’s lap. “You’re such an asshole,” Jack says with a laugh, and shoves Spot’s legs, but they don’t budge. 

“I wanted to go swimmin’ today, and you told me no, so now you get to pay the price,” Spot says through a smile, raising a brow. “You sure you don’t wanna go to the beach?”

“Can I drown ya when we get there?”

“Damn, Kelly. You’re ruthless.”

Jack grins, and sighs as he leans forward and lifts his t-shirt off. He feels somewhat better instantaneously; his binder is still warm, but without the extra layer, it’s somewhat manageable. “Maybe we can go this afternoon, when the sun ain’t tryin’ to kill us?”

“Aw, but that’s hours away, man,” Spot groans. “You suck.”

“You swallow.”

Spot raises a brow again, and barks out a laugh. “You’re so juvenile. I don’t even know why I'm hanging out with you.”

“Uh, maybe, I don’t know, ‘cause you love me,” Jack offers as a response, grinning and tilting his head.

And, yeah, it’s true. Spot loves him- and he loves Spot. They’ve been teetering on the edge of this for years, and only recently took the plunge; Jack remembers it like yesterday, how they’d been walking across the bridge together, and Jack made Spot laugh by saying something, and then they had this moment of eye contact right there in front of pedestrians and tourists and suddenly they were leaning in and, oh, they were kissing each other. Kissing and embracing like there was no question; it felt natural, it felt good, it felt like the easiest thing in the world.

They walked across the rest of the bridge to Brooklyn hand in hand after that.

Jack is pulled out of the memory by Spot’s hand on his shoulder. He looks up at the brown-eyed boy and grins when he sees Spot’s resulting smile. “You’re insufferable,” Spot whispers, before leaning in to close the gap. “I do love you.”

“I love you, too,” Jack murmurs, and leans forward. Their kiss is chaste and sweet; Jack is the one who pulls away, staring into Spot’s eyes for a few moments, before letting his head fall forward and rest against Spot’s shoulder.

Once they resituate themselves- sitting close enough to cuddle but far enough away from each other to not die of heat- Spot reaches to the table and grabs the remote. It's quick work to get to Netflix, and they settle on a movie that neither of them are really going to watch; instead, they talk, about any and everything. They show each other stupid little videos and argue over who remembers what correctly and who's just talking out of their ass, and maybe this thing they have going on- this relationship- isn't the most romantic, but it's the best Jack has ever had.

Spot's the best Jack has ever had.

As the credits on the movie roll, Jack turns and watches Spot, grinning softly at the way he scrolls through his saved posts on Instagram; he's trying to find some stupid little meme that he thinks Jack would like. Spot glances to the side; he pauses as he sees Jack staring at him, then smirks and tilts his head. "What're you lookin' at, Kelly?"

"I'm lookin' at you," Jack answers without hesitation, leaning in. "C'mon. Kiss me so we can go to the docks."

"Who said I gotta kiss you?"

"You ain't gonna give me what I want?"

"Hell no," Spot grins. "You're already spoiled. I'm not givin' you shit."

"Oh, well, I guess I'll just leave then," Jack says simply as he stands, shrugging and grabbing his bag. "Nice knowin' ya, Sean, but I guess, since I ain't wanted here, I should just--"

"Baby."

Jack turns to look at Spot, flashing him a megawatt smile- one that Spot returns in earnest. "You're bein' dramatic," Spot murmurs as he stands, and pulls on his muscle tank that's been lying over the back of the couch. "Let's go."

"No kiss?"

"I'll kiss ya on the way there. Gotta let everyone on the street know, right?"

"Oh, are we gettin' possessive now?"

"Not possessive. Just loyal."

Jack grins and rolls his eyes, then runs a hand through his hair. "Alright, alright, whatever you say. Lead the way, babe."

They walk to the boardwalk hand in hand, and if Spot gives Jack more kisses than ever on the way there… Well. Jack isn't one to complain.

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for the fic/song meme: cloud 9 by beach bunny for (you guessed it) devi/ben. also i have some other ships songs so if you ever want more prompts i am here (no pressure tho!!!)

i tumble from the sky (you remind me to fly)

Devi plants herself in Ben’s path before he’s fully risen out of his seat. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Uh, demonstrating all three laws of motion in order to get to my next class.” He slips one arm into his backpack, hiking it high on his shoulder.

“Okay, asshole,” she says, grabbing onto the strap and tugging the bag back off. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Hey,” Mr. Kulkarni says, snapping his fingers at them without looking up from the open book on his desk. “Language, kid.”

“And boundaries, kid,” Ben says, trying to grab his bag back.

“I will kill you if you call me that again,” Devi says, and he’s not sure which of them she’s talking to, but he also can’t exactly focus on that because she’s pulling out his English notebook and—

“Give that back!” He lunges for her, but she backs quickly away so the only thing he makes contact with is the corner of his desk, jabbing it right into his hip. “Oh, fuck me.”

“You two really want me to get stern today, don’t you?” Mr. Kulkarni says, and he does look up then.

“Devi’s stealing my personal property,” Ben says, pointing unnecessarily. “Stop her.”

Mr. Kulkarni glances between the two of them. “Nah.”

Devi pulls his freshly-graded essay out from where he’d tucked it between the pages of his notebook and sticks her tongue out at him.

“Come on, Devi,” he pleads, but it’s too late. She’s already skimming, a grin unfurling on her face.

“You totally whiffed it!”

“Shut up.”

“You totally did, dude,” Mr. Kulkarni says off-handedly.

“Since when is a ‘B’ whiffing it?” Ben asks, even though his cheeks are burning with shame because, yeah. The essay sucks, and he knows it.

Devi snorts.

“Fine, whatever,” he says, snatching his notebook back from her. “Maybe I was distracted.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asks, willingly handing over his backpack now that she’s gotten what she’d wanted. “Why’s that?”

He tilts his head at her, the very picture of unimpressed. She knows why.

Her mischievous smile agrees with him.

“Well,” she says, “at least you’re pretty. You can always fall back on your good looks and your daddy’s money now that you’ve forfeited having brains.”

He blinks, a different kind of blush working its way up his neck. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Oh, whatever, dude.” Devi shoves his shoulder, and he stumbles back a step. “You know you are. You own more skincare products than I do for a reason.”

He feels a daffy smile working its way onto his face. “You think I’m pretty.”

She rolls her eyes, turns on her heel, and stomps out of the room without further comment.

“I swear,” Mr. Kulkarni says, shaking his head. “You two get weirder every week.”

Given that Ben’s suddenly totally zen about getting the lowest mark ever on an assignment, he can’t exactly disagree with that assessment.

send me a song (or specific lyrics) &  ship and I’ll write a mini-fic.

[icarusbynight]

Unintended Messages

A/N: My very first fic in this fandom. If you guys have any comments please let me know. I really want to improve my writing so let me know what works and what doesn’t. Also I do take requests lol. Enjoy!

Ricky was sure that the message had been sent by mistake.

A part of him knew that he should delete the message, turn off his phone, and pretend that he had not seen anything. But as the seconds stretched into minutes, that part of himself that was screaming at him to do the right thing was getting quieter and quieter.

The other part of his weird psyche, that seemed at this moment overwhelmed by curiosity…and potentially hormones, could only stare at the image emblazoned across his phone screen.  The image of EJ fucking Caswell.

Ricky had seen EJ shirtless before, of course. How could he forget nearly breaking the older boy’s nose, and going into the bathroom to apologize. Looking back now that had seemed like a lifetime ago: when he still was angry at the senior for ‘stealing’ his girlfriend, and he was still trying to win back Nini. 

But now things were different. Ricky had given up on chasing Nini, and their relationship had taken a turn for the better. What had been most surprising had been the sort of friendship that had developed between him and EJ.

A friendship that had involved Ricky attempting to teach the older boy how to skate, and EJ, in turn, sending him Water Polo memes. A meme is what Ricky had expected when he heard his phone ding, but this was something way off target.

EJ was shirtless, again nothing that Ricky had not seen before, and the lighting in the photo only served to complement a body that he was clearly proud of. EJ’s arm was placed behind his head, and Ricky’s eyes were drawn to the EJ’s bicep as he flexed in the picture. A thin layer of sweat trailed down his face, and across his chest, and in the lighting of whatever room EJ was in, it shined. EJ’s other hand was lying close the waistband of his boxer briefs, briefs that at the moment left nothing to the imagination.

Fuck, Rickey thought as his thumb brushed against his phone’s screen. Looking at EJ was like looking like at a work of art, like a sculpture that had walked out of a museum with perfectly kept hair, a cheeky smile and eyes that Ricky couldn’t tell if they were green or blue depending on the day. He could see why Nini had been attracted to him.

He let out a loud sigh.

“This is weird as hell”, he muttered, quickly switching off the phone and throwing it under his pillow. Rickey was tempted to type out a message to EJ, but how would even phrase it.

‘Um..hey I think you sent this by accident lol?’

Or

‘Hey, dude, what the hell?’

Nope, much better to ignore the problem. It was the Bowen way. What he couldn’t ignore, was the fact that his room felt several degrees hotter, and that looking at EJ had left his cock twitching in his pants.

‘Nope, I’m not doing this.’

But…there was no one else home, and the pressure that was steadily building in his lower abdomen wasn’t going anywhere. Running a hand through his mop of curls, he quickly moved from his bed to lock his bedroom door. Even if he was home alone, there was no need to take unnecessary risks. Past experiences had unfortunately taught him that.

Plopping himself back down onto his bed, Rickey unbuttoned his jeans and quickly threw them across the room, along with his hoodie. Wearing only his boxers, he leaned back into the softness of his sheets and closed his eyes. With a shaky hand, he reached down and palmed himself through his underwear. Ricky exhaled loudly at the contact as his mind raced. Usually, when he jerked off, most porn videos would do, but now he was desperate. Desperate to think of anything but EJ.

Anything but EJ.

The girl he thought of at first was faceless, but her height and long brown hair were oddly reminiscent of Nini. Even the bathing suit reminded him of something she had worn that one summer they had driven down to the beach when he first got his license. Still, it was enough, and shivers raced through his body. In his fantasy, the girl had moved towards him, wrapping an arm around his neck, pressing her body against him, and kissing him deeply.

Ricky groaned. He was completely hard now, and the inside of underwear was practically soaked with the precum that he was leaking from him. He was hot everywhere, his cheeks and chest were flushed read, and Ricky was sure that if someone else was in the room, they would be able to hear the loud thumping of his heart.

Reaching down below the band of his underwear, he wrapped a fist around himself and his toes curled at the contact. 

In his fantasy, the scene had shifted. He and the featureless girl were in his bedroom, and she was straddling him. Ricky’s hands were touching her breasts, and in his mind’s eye, he could feel the softness of the mounds hidden beneath her bikini top. He imagined her grinding against, and his cock lurched at the thought. Ricky’s finger traced the length of his cock, with his thumb slowly circling the head, now wet with arousal.

‘Oh God, that feels good.’

His movements were constrained by his underwear, and with his other hand, he pushed them down to ankles. His cock was now exposed to the cold air, and it lay in his hand beaming red, and hard. Ricky’s grip tightens, and he began to pump himself, stroking from base to tip, with one hand softly cradling his balls.

His fantasy girl was sucking on his neck, her hands reaching down to grab him, and as Ricky stroked himself, he imagined it was someone else touching him. In his fantasy that ‘someone’ else seemed to transform into a certain water polo player.

“Oh fuck”, Ricky muttered, as his hips bucked. He was sweating now, with his curls plastered against his forehead. He was breathing heavily, and his bed was hitting the wall with his movements. 

Imaginary EJ was still touching him with one hand, while slowly tracing along Ricky’s nipples with another. “You like that don’t you?” he whispered, and Ricky both in his fevered imagination, and in actuality nodded his head. He’s quite sure that his mouth was open because somehow he’s forgotten how to breathe through his nose.

His grip tightened, and the grunts and moans that he was making reverberated throughout his room. Typically when Ricky jerked off, necessity required that he try to keep as quiet as possible. Still, for some reason, he was louder than usual. In his fantasy, EJ had moved on from attacking his nipples to raising Ricky’s arm up to reach his armpit, burying his nose into the sweat-dampened matt of hair that was there. For Ricky it was like an electric shock had been delivered down his spine to his dick. By now his fist was slick with precum, and the sound of skin slicking against skin was a sound that Ricky loved to hear even amidst his current fog of hotness.

His boxers had found themselves bundled against his knees, as Ricky continued to stroke himself. Imaginary EJ had gone from licking Rickey’s armpit to straddling the younger boy. With every thrust of Ricky’s hips, EJ ground downwards, his own crotch nestled against Ricky’s own. Ricky imagined that the older teen was as hard as he was, and he could feel a steady pressure building into the bottom part of his stomach.

In his mind, EJ was staring at him with those eyes, except they were filled with a hunger that made Ricky’s heart skip several beats. ‘God he’s pretty’, he thought while continuing to stroke his cock.

EJ was beautiful. The mere thought was like a dam breaking, and every single interaction he had ever had with EJ came flooding into his mind. Him and EJ practising their lines for the musical, watching EJ ace those shots that Ricky never could, watching EJ change into his costume…

In his head, he could hear EJ talking to him, whispering in a voice that excited every part of Ricky. “Are you gonna cum, Bowen?”

His eyes rolled backwards, and he nodded as he moaned loudly.

“Cum for me Rickey, cum for me.”

And he did. The ball of tension that had been building up came undone, and Rickey cums across his stomach and all over sheets. His chest heaves as the orgasm rocks through his bed, and dots of light filter across his vision.

He had jerked off to his friend. And not just any friend; EJ Caswell.

Oh fuck.