#and then I can join them and set them off to the side

[inkandapex]

in the paddock

Lando Norris x Y/N

Summary: Lando Norris and Y/N’s playful moments around the paddock never go unnoticed, the quick banter and unexpected distractions, they bring chaos, laughter, and a little extra love to every race weekend.

Words: 4.0k

Warnings: swearing

Ice Cream

It was media day, and Oscar had been assigned to create a short vlog documenting his weekend leading up to the race. He sat in his driver room, holding the camera to his face, giving a tour of his space and casually showing off the contents of his bag. He was making an attempt at being interesting, but the excitement just wasn't there. That is, until he heard muffled voices and laughter coming from the thin walls of the adjacent room.

A mischievous grin spread across his face, and you could practically see a light bulb light up above his head.

“You know what, guys, I might have something more interesting to share with you,” he said, standing up, camera still in hand but now pointing forward, walking towards the door.

He stopped just before it, straining his ears to listen to the voices outside. As soon as he knocked, the noise stopped abruptly, like a record scratch.

With a grin, he slowly opened the door and peeked his head in, the camera capturing a glimpse of Lando's room.

"Mind if I hang here for a bit?" he asked, winking at the camera.

Lando chuckled, looking up from where he was sitting on the couch. "Of course, mate. Woah, you're full-on vlogging now, huh?"

Oscar sighed, dropping the camera on the table across from the couch before plopping down next to Lando. "Media duties. They told me it's your turn next weekend, so don’t be teasing me," he said, shooting Lando a playful look.

Lando raised an eyebrow, glancing to his side. Just out of frame, someone else was sitting next to him. "Wanna join my vlog?" Oscar asked, turning the camera towards them.

A soft voice answered, "Can I?"

Oscar smiled as the camera panned to reveal Y/N, ice cream in hand, waving shyly at the camera. "Of course you can," he said, scooting over to make room on the couch for her.

Lando grinned at her fondly. "Gotta introduce yourself, love."

Y/N laughed nervously, taking a small bite of her ice cream before speaking. "Oh! Hello, I'm Y/N."

Lando smirked playfully, looking at Oscar. "She's my girlfriend."

Y/N’s face flushed a soft pink, and she gave a shy nod, still holding her ice cream cup. "Yeah, that's me," she added with a small smile.

Oscar tilted his head slightly. “Could hear you two all the way from my room.” He raised an eyebrow, setting up the shot like he was getting ready to expose them.

Y/N, her eyes widening at the comment, quickly set her ice cream cup down as if ready to explain herself. “This man right here—”

Lando leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms, and sighed dramatically. “Oh, here we go…”

Y/N crossed her arms, leaning back on the couch, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she looked at Lando, who was now sitting upright with an exaggerated, almost dramatic expression.

"I got here probably an hour or two after you guys did," she started, holding the ice cream cup in her hand for emphasis. "He texts me saying, 'Oh babe, we have ice cream down at hospitality, it's the flavour you like.' It was all a plot so he could eat off of mine, ‘cause John has him on a diet."

Lando immediately shot up in defence. "No! Liar—baby, is it or is it not the flavour that you like?" His eyes were wide, as if he was about to win the argument with this one fact.

"It is, but—" Y/N raised her eyebrows.

Lando quickly interrupted, triumphant. "Exactly! I texted you with the intention of letting you know we had ice cream, you know, because I’m thoughtful like that—"

"—Yes, but did you or did you not immediately grab the cup from me and start eating it?" Y/N leaned forward, smirking at him.

Lando's expression faltered for a moment, then he leaned back with a sheepish grin. "You exaggerate."

Y/N raised a finger, not letting him off the hook. "Lan, you opened the door, said hi, and took the cup from me without even saying 'hello' properly!"

Oscar, who had been sitting quietly next to them, alternating between watching the argument unfold and glancing at the camera with a growing grin, finally spoke up. He shifted the camera slightly to get a better angle of the chaotic scene.

"I deal with this every time she attends a race," Oscar said, his voice full of mock exasperation, his grin widening. "It's like a whole drama series, but with ice cream."

Y/N glanced at Oscar, raising her eyebrows. "Oscar, don't act like you're not entertained by it."

Lando nodded, a smug look on his face. "Exactly. You love the drama."

Oscar just shook his head, chuckling. “Who needs Netflix when I have this to watch?”

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Doting

It was the end of a rainy weekend, and the paddock was winding down. Teams were busy packing up, their trucks being loaded with gear, while the last few fans remained outside in the wet weather, holding out caps and posters, hoping for a last-minute signature from their favourite drivers.

Lando was walking hand-in-hand with Y/N, umbrella in his other hand, holding it above them both. He was visibly exhausted from the race, his shoulders slumped slightly as they walked toward the exit. Y/N, sensing his desire to head back to their hotel, gently tapped his arm and motioned toward the fans still waiting.

“You should go say hello for a bit,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the rain. “They’ve probably been waiting all day.”

Lando glanced over at her, a little reluctant but knowing she was right. He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, alright.”

They made their way toward the barricade, where the fans eagerly held out their items. Lando let go of Y/N’s hand for a moment, reaching out to grab a sharpie from a fan to sign a couple of caps. He was focused, signing with a practiced speed when he noticed something, Y/N was no longer under the umbrella.

She was standing off to the side, smiling and chatting with a few fans on her own, completely unbothered by the heavy rain, her hair starting to curl from the moisture.

Lando’s face immediately shifted from casual focus to concern. “Hold on a sec—” He handed the signed cap back to the fan, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Y/N. “Baby, please, it’s raining. Come here.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she waved him off. “I’m fine!” she called over the noise of the crowd and the rain, her voice warm with affection, though it was clear she didn’t mind the water.

“No, you’re not. It’s pouring, my love,” Lando sighed dramatically, looking at her like she was stubborn beyond belief. With a quick glance at the fans, who seemed content, he jogged back over to her, the sharpie still clutched in his hand.

As he got closer, Y/N raised an eyebrow playfully, “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting you under the umbrella, where you belong,” Lando said with a soft smile, holding the umbrella above her head and taking her hand again. He gently pulled her closer, the water dripping from his jacket, though he didn’t seem to mind.

Y/N laughed, leaning into him as the rain continued to fall. “I told you I’m fine. But thanks, though.”

“You’re stubborn,” Lando teased, a hint of amusement in his voice as he leaned down to kiss her temple. “But I’m not letting you catch a cold after all this.”

One of the fans who’d been watching the interaction smiled brightly and shouted out, “You two are adorable!”

Lando, still holding the umbrella for Y/N, looked up with a grin, giving a quick wave to the fans. “Alright, alright, you’ve seen the cute moment—now, let’s get going before she pulls the ‘I’m fine’ card again.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, squeezing his hand as they made their way toward the car, the rain finally easing up just as they reached the hotel.

The fans, still waiting outside in the drizzle, had a bit more to talk about that night, the sweet little moment between their favourite driver and the person who always seemed to make him smile.

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Stole my girl

It was race day in Australia, and the paddock was buzzing with excitement as the drivers began to make their way in for FP1. Fans crowded near the entrance, eager to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers, and the media was ready to pounce with their questions. As Lando made his way through the throngs of people, he paused to sign a few autographs and answer a couple of questions. But one fan’s inquiry caught his attention.

"Y/N isn’t coming today?" the fan asked, their voice laced with curiosity.

Lando chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, she’s here, alright. And funnily enough, I know exactly who she’s with.”

He wasn’t wrong. As soon as Lando stepped into McLaren hospitality, the sound of a familiar laugh reached his ears, and he couldn’t help but smile. He spotted Y/N sitting with none other than Daniel, chatting animatedly like they hadn’t seen each other in years.

“Glad to see you two are having fun,” Lando said with a smirk, walking over to the pair. He stopped just beside Y/N, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her cheek before sitting down next to her.

“They were looking for you, love,” Lando continued, grinning at Y/N. “I told them I knew exactly who you were with, and I was right.”

Daniel grinned playfully at Lando. “Mate, I haven’t seen her in ages!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and shot Daniel a deadpan look. “We literally visited two months ago, Daniel.”

Daniel shrugged dramatically. “Two months is way too long.” He leaned back in his chair with a smirk, clearly enjoying teasing her.

Y/N chuckled before her eyes lit up with excitement, reaching down beside her to grab her tote bag. “Oh! Look, Lan!” she gasped, pulling out a hoodie and a shirt. She held them up to show him with a grin. “Daniel got me some Enchante merch!”

Lando raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a playful smirk. “You barely even wear my merch,” he said, crossing his arms in mock frustration.

Y/N shrugged with a grin. “What can I say? His stuff’s just that good.” She winked at Daniel, who gave a dramatic bow in response.

Lando scoffed, shaking his head. “I swear, you two are plotting against me.” He leaned back, letting out a dramatic sigh. “You are my girlfriend, right?”

Y/N leaned in closer, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Of course, I am,” she teased, “but I’ve got a soft spot for good merch.”

“Just wait until I drop my new line,” Lando said, giving Daniel a sly grin. “Then you’ll see who’s really got the best stuff.”

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Sure, Lando, sure.” He grinned at Y/N, adding, “Just saying, you've got high standards to live up too now”

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We're not getting a dog

Lando’s mind raced as he walked through the paddock, his eyes scanning every corner for any sign of Y/N. He had checked all the usual spots, asked a handful of people if they'd seen her, but she was nowhere to be found. His phone was practically glued to his hand, and after calling her multiple times with no answer, frustration began to settle in.

"She's here."

The voice came from behind him, causing him to stop dead in his tracks. He turned around to see a woman, unmistakably a Ferrari employee, flashing him a knowing smile.

"I'm sorry?" Lando asked, his tone more confused than anything.

"I assume you're looking for Y/N?" she asked with a teasing glint in her eye. "I saw her walk in with Charles and Alex. She’s inside."

Lando, without hesitation, started following her, eager to find his girlfriend. The woman led him to the other side of Ferrari's hospitality, and sure enough, there she was. Y/N was sitting on the floor with a giant grin on her face, playing with both Leo and Roscoe. The dogs were having the time of their lives as Y/N gently tossed a toy for them to chase, completely unaware of Lando’s arrival.

Charles, who had been standing nearby chatting with Lewis, glanced over at Lando and raised an eyebrow. “Got an AirTag on her or something, mate?” he joked, clearly amused.

Lando sighed, feeling a mix of exhaustion and relief. He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve been trying to call her for an hour. I’ve literally been walking around like a madman trying to find her.”

Y/N finally looked up at the sound of Lando’s voice, her expression softening as she met his gaze. She flashed him a pout and held up one of the dogs in her arms. “We need one.”

Lando crouched down beside her, reaching out to pet Roscoe, who was sitting loyally by her side. “Need what, my love?” he asked, his voice full of affection.

“A dog,” Y/N sighed, her eyes following Leo as he zoomed around the area, chasing after the other dog. “Look at them. How cute would it be to have one with us?”

Lando couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight of her glowing face. But before he could respond, Lewis, who had been listening from the side, grinned and added, “I can give you a contact”

Y/N’s face immediately lit up at the thought. “Really?” she asked, her excitement palpable. But then, her gaze flickered to Lando’s face, and she noticed the slight tension in his features.

Lando shook his head gently, a small smile tugging at his lips, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. “Baby… we can’t. We both travel so much. It wouldn’t be fair to the dog.”

Y/N’s enthusiasm faltered slightly, and she shot a glance over at Charles and Lewis, who had their dogs lounging nearby without a care in the world. “But Charles and Lewis seem fine with theirs,” she protested, her voice laced with hope.

Lando simply sighs noding reluctantly knowing he'd already lost "Alright baby, we'll look into it"

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At Williams

"I don't think you're going to lose her mate" Oscar said, chuckling as he walked over to Lando and Y/N

Lando had been holding onto her hand ever since they entered McLaren hospitality, not letting go once

"Oh trust me she's a runner" Lando laughs

Y/N rolls her eyes earning a side eye from Lando "I've already had to grab her from William's 3 times since we arrived at the paddock"

"I was catching up with Lily and Rebecca!" she exclaims earning a laugh from the boys

"What were too boring for you now?" Oscar teases

"Yeah, your Lily isn't here this weekend so you're not much help to me either" Y/N snaps back poking her tongue out at him

"I try to convince myself that she's here for me every now and then" Lando shrugs jokingly

After plenty of banter and laughs, Oscar and Lando were finally ushered into one of the private rooms for a quick meeting, leaving Y/N behind in McLaren hospitality.

Naturally, she took it as the perfect chance to sneak off, back to Williams, much to Lando’s growing frustration.

For the fourth time that day, Lando found himself walking into Williams hospitality, this time greeted by a few chuckles and sympathetic smiles from the staff, who were starting to see him around as much as their own drivers.

Spotting Caco sitting at a table in the corner with a coffee, Lando made a beeline over.

"I'm guessing she's with Lily and Rebecca again?" he asked, already half-defeated. "Mind pointing me in their direction?"

Caco laughed, setting his mug down. "Actually, she's with Carlos this time. Straight ahead, mate."

Lando gave him a tired wave of thanks and headed further into the building. He only made it a few steps before stopping dead in his tracks.

There she was — Y/N, wearing a pair of Apple Vision Pros, standing next to Carlos, who was mid–golf swing with another set on. Alex and Lily lounged on the sofa nearby, watching the chaos unfold, while Rebecca recorded it all on her phone, laughing.

Lando just blinked, almost in disbelief. "Really? Team bonding now?"

At the sound of his voice, Y/N pulled off her headset, flashing him an innocent, wide grin. Carlos, oblivious, continued his virtual golf game with full concentration.

Lando shook his head as he walked over, dropping down onto the sofa beside Alex with a groan. "You're playing VR golf?! You always say no when I ask you to play with me."

Y/N just shrugged, still grinning. "Maybe you need a better sales pitch, babe."

Alex clapped Lando on the back, trying (and failing) to hide his laugh. "Welcome to Williams, mate. We know how to recruit properly."

Lando could only sink deeper into the cushions, watching his girlfriend cheer Carlos on like she was the biggest Williams fan in the world, and knowing full well he was absolutely losing this battle.

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New contract

On the few race weekends Y/N could attend, she usually spent her downtime in the paddock with the WAGs, Lando’s family, or some of the McLaren team members.

This weekend, however, things had taken an unexpected turn, all thanks to a little controversy that had set social media on fire: rumours of Lando’s future at Mercedes. And the root of it all? Photos and videos of Y/N, casually sharing a cup of coffee with Mercedes team principal, Toto Wolff, before Free Practice 1.

It was now Saturday. Qualifying had just wrapped up, and Lando made his way into the media pen, fully expecting the storm that was about to hit. He and the team had already laughed about the rumors earlier, finding it almost impressive how far people would stretch the truth just for a headline.

And, like clockwork, the questions came flying in.

"Can we expect to see you in a different car next season?" The same question, for what felt like the fourth time that day.

Lando let out a small laugh, running a hand through his messy hair. "Like I’ve said, I think for the world record eighth time today — I’m not going anywhere."

"But the meeting? With Toto Wolff, and your girlfriend?" The interviewer pressed on, eyebrows raised like they were uncovering some major scandal.

Lando just shrugged, tilting his head a little in disbelief. "So what?" he said, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous it all sounded. "My girlfriend knows Toto personally. She's good friends with Susie, knows their kids too. It's not all business around here, you know? A lot of us actually form meaningful friendships outside of racing."

He gave the camera a half-smile, hoping that would finally put the fire out.

Not long after, Lando made it back to his driver's room, still a little amused by the chaos he'd just walked out of.

Inside, Y/N was already there, sitting patiently on the small couch, her hands nervously picking at the hem of her sweater.

When she heard him come in, she looked up, giving him a sheepish smile. "I’m sorry..." she said softly, guilt written all over her face.

Lando frowned slightly, pulling off his fireproofs and grabbing a clean shirt from his bag. "For what, my love?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"I saw them... asking you about Mercedes," she said, rubbing her palm across her forehead in frustration.

Lando chuckled, ruffling his hair as he pulled the shirt over his head. "PR and Zak actually found it hilarious," he said with a grin.

"Not funny, Lan..." Y/N groaned, sinking deeper into the couch. "I think I might’ve caused you a bit of trouble."

He walked over, dropping onto the couch beside her and placing a reassuring hand on her thigh. "Baby... it's really not that big of a deal," he said, his voice soft. "It’s their fault for reading too much into it."

Y/N pouted up at him, her big eyes making his heart squeeze in his chest. "I was just talking to them about their kids," she mumbled.

Lando laughed again, pulling her gently into his chest. "I know, baby," he said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. "And even if you were plotting to ship me off to Mercedes... I’d still love you."

Y/N let out a small laugh against his chest, feeling the weight in her stomach finally ease. "I’d never send you anywhere," she whispered, smiling.

"Good," Lando said, squeezing her closer. "Because McLaren’s stuck with me... and you’re stuck with me too."

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Biggest Fan

It was finally Lando’s home race at Silverstone, and the energy in the air was electric. The entire weekend had been building up to this moment. The thought of racing at home, in front of his fans and family, gave him a boost of motivation. This wasn’t just another race , this was the race.

Lando was on the truck for the driver’s parade, clutching his umbrella to shield himself from the relentless British rain. The crowd's excitement was palpable, but the weather? Not so much.

The interviewer approached, microphone in hand. "Lando! Home race for you today, and pole position too. How confident are you about taking home the win?"

Lando flashed a wide grin, nodding gratefully. "I’m pretty excited. My whole family’s here, so that’s a big bonus. Oscar’s starting right behind me, so hopefully, we can secure an easy 1-2 today. Big points on the line."

The interviewer raised an eyebrow. "But are you worried at all? Max is starting in P3, and we’ve got George in the Mercedes not too far behind either."

Lando leaned forward, a serious glint in his eye. "Honestly, I’m more focused on getting a good start. Hopefully, the weather clears up a bit before the race…" He trailed off as his eyes flicked to the crowd ahead. He squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of something. "Uh... sorry, I think I just saw my girlfriend in the stands."

The interviewer followed his gaze. "She’s in the grandstand?"

Lando nodded, fully turning his attention to the crowd now. There she was, standing right in the middle of the stairs of his dedicated "Landostand," among his fans, waving and pointing frantically in his direction. As soon as she realized he had spotted her, she raised a banner high. It was a custom banner, with Lando’s helmet design and his initials and number bold and clear for him to see.

Lando let out a soft laugh, grinning. "You're insane, I love you." He blew her a kiss through the camera. "Why are you even out there in the rain, baby? It’s pouring!" He laughed into the mic. "I don’t even know if she can hear me."

The other drivers, who had been watching the interaction, couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute moment. Carlos, ever the jokester, waved to Y/N from where he stood on the truck. She immediately waved back with enthusiasm.

Lando laughed, shaking his head. "And... there she goes. Lost her attention already," he said, still scanning the grandstand with a soft smile. "Love you, baby. Get back to the garage before you catch a cold."

Hearing him through her phone stream, Y/N quickly gave him a thumbs up and blew him an exaggerated kiss. Lando grinned, reaching out to theatrically catch it mid-air, then pretended to tuck it safely into his pocket.

"Saving that one for later," he said with a wink, turning back to the camera, still smiling like an idiot.

[bluewxrld07]

GUESS (Jack Hughes)

Summary: Jack just can't keep his eyes off of his best friend

jack Hughes x Bisexualfemale!reader

Warning(s): dirty talk, situationship, make-out sesh, oral (f receiving) bathroom sex, groping/touching, Unprotected sex, Hair pulling, choking, swings both ways (our girl is bi-sexual ok)

"Girl if you don't hurry the fuck up, we're going to be stuck waiting in that damn line!" Marley yells out. Y/N rolls her eyes as she sprays the final portion of her setting spray to her face.

"First off, the boys would not ditch us like that. Second of all, you act like I can't get us in the back way." Y/N giggles as she turns off the bathroom light.

Marley turns the music off while they grab their things, the other two WAGs standing by the front door.

"Let's get this shit on the road," Y/N sings aloud dancing over towards the door as the girls cheer in agreement.

"Damn you're looking so good. No wonder Jack is so obsessed with you." Nico's fiancé chuckles, earning an air kiss from Y/N. "He definitely doesn't, but I get what you mean."

Y/N wore a pair of dark-washed baggier low rise jeans, where her panties could be seen partly peeking out, with a corset spaghetti strapped top, a pair of heels adorning her feet.

The girls all turn to look at her as they exit the apartment building. "You are acting so oblivious. Why do you think he stays single?" Marley calls out, making Y/N roll her eyes.

"Because the boy's a whore. Next," she chuckles.

"I'm so telling him you said that!" Maya yells from the front of the group as they got closer to the Uber.

Y/N shrugs. "I'll say to his face. Just wait."

The girls all jam out in the car as the Uber drove, talking about absolute nonsense. It was nights like these that they looked forward to in the offseason. Especially when it was fresh in the offseason, because it was kind of a send-off before they all went out of state for the summer.

Y/N would be joining the boys in Michigan for the summer, doing her work remotely from the lake on a boat. It was her favorite part of the year if she had to admit.

The Uber soon comes to a halt, the sun completely set and the girls see the group of boys standing in front of the entrance conversing.

They all pile out one by one, little cheers and hums as they go to greet their men. Marley helps Y/N out of the car, the girls both already feeling the alcohol buzz from their pregame.

Jack's eyes did a double take when she came out of the car, seeing her hips sway to the beats coming from inside the club as she pushes her accessory sunglasses down the tip of her nose to look at Marley in the eyes with a smile.

Once Y/N's eyes found Jack's he smirks over at her, watching her walk slowly over towards him pointing. "You sir," she starts while grabbing his face lightly in her hand and shaking it side to side lightly. "Are a whore." she chuckles, making him groan and roll his eyes playfully.

She turns around and looks over at Nico's girl. "Told you I would say it to his face!"

"I'm not a whore first off," Jack squeaks out, causing them to look at him. "I just like women is all." he says, earning a few giggles from the group.

Y/N gives him a look through her glasses. "I do too, but seriously cool it." she jokes, fanning him.

Jack takes her waist into his hands, pulling her close to him as he looks down at her. "Yeah yeah we know. You've managed to steal all of the women I was hitting on," he chuckles. "But I still haven't pulled you. Maybe I can make you change your ways."

Y/N just grins at him. "Keep telling yourself that," she says, tapping his cheek a few times. Jack's jaw drops, and she mocks his face. "I need to spice it up every so often, Jacky boy."

He rolls his eyes as they all enter the club, Y/N stopping in her tracks to turn and face him while walking backwards. "It seems like you just wanna know what I've got going on down there."

Jack shrugs and raises a brow as he helps lead her through the crowd with their group. "Is it the pair I got you?"

Y/N pouts playfully and tilts her head. "I don't know what you mean." she teases before turning back around and going to order her drink.

Jack's eyes never left her figure, biting his lip from smirking as she stand on her heeled tip toes to get the bartender's attention. The way her curves accentuated in the outfit she supported, and he especially didn't skim past the small tattoo of a shark on her lower back.

He walked up behind her, hand finding the small of her back. "Put it on my tab," he says as he hands the Bartender his card before Y/N can. Y/N's head whips towards him with a glare.

He scoffs playfully and caresses her lower back. "I always do this, don't be so surprised anymore." he says as he thanks the bartender for their drinks, handing her hers.

Y/N puts her sunglasses into the small purse she brought along, taking a sip of her drink as the pair goes to find their group.

Once they find them secluded in their spot for the evening, Y/N is pulled over by the girls to go out and dance while Jack stands and talks with the boys.

Before she can get far, Jack grabs her arm to turn her around which causes her to frown as she looks at him. He holds a hands out signaling for her to hand him her purse.

She smiles gratefully as she passes it to him before returning to join the girls.

His eyes find her body automatically in the crowd a while later, seeing her sway with girls both in front and behind her as they danced against one another. He felt his breath hitch as he watches her lips connect with Marley's neck playfully.

This was gonna be a long night.

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Y/N slams down the glass onto the countertop, swallowing the cherry bomb shot Maya bought for the group, her mind buzzing as the music bumped.

Her body finds its way back out onto the dance floor, taking Maya's hand into her as they danced together.

All of the girls were still on the dance floor, some were now swaying and dancing with their guys while the select few had found some guys to dance with.

Maya and Y/N danced with one another as they both hear GUESS come through the speakers. They both cheered together as they danced along one another while singing the lyrics.

Y/N turns around so her back was grinding against Maya's front, her hands feeling up her body with a smirk as she sang the lyrics.

Little did she know that Jack's eyes couldn't leave her figure, wanting nothing more to be the one behind her instead of Maya. He watches as she sang along to Billie's verse of the song, not missing how she bites her lip playfully.

She must've felt his stare because her eyes instantly find his across the club, immediately making her smirk at his face that was stuck in awe.

Her smile widens as she raises a finger to motion for him to come to her, the boy not wasting a second to set his stuff down at the table and make his way towards her.

Once he's closer to her he stalks up to her slowly like she's prey, her eyes never leaving his. Y/N reaches over to him to pull him closer to her by his jaw, her finger running over his bottom lip that was once being bit by his teeth.

Y/N pulls his face down to hers as she feels both Jack and Maya grind against her, letting Jack's lips brush against hers as she sang the lyrics.

"I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit, pull it to the side and get all up in it. Kiss it, bite it, can I fit it, Maya likes boys but she knows I'd hit it" she sings out, making Jack groan.

Jack was about to give her shit, saying something smart about how much he wants her, but before he can she beats him to it as her eyes lock into his.

"Jacky call me if you're with it," she says, making his eyes widen and her smile devilishly. The beat drops, causing Y/N to lean her head back against Maya's shoulders as they jumped and swayed to the song, Jack feeling his pants tighten as he slowly takes her away from Maya.

Maya smirks at Jack with a knowing look, mouthing a 'wear protection' as she takes the hand of the guy she had been getting close to throughout the night.

Y/N's head lifts up slowly as her eyes open to look at Jack while she ground herself against him.

Jack turns her around to have her back against his front, his hands going into the hem of her jeans to find the hem of her black lace panties.

"I knew it was the pair I bought you," he says into her ear causing her to chuckle and nod. "I always wear the ones you got me when we go out. In hopes you'll finally get your head out of your ass and be the one who takes them off of me."

Jack's hands still and he looks down at her. She peers up to look at him behind her, seeing his eyes darken.

Jack shakes his head and chuckles darkly. "You're trouble. Absolute trouble, honey." he says before taking her throat into his large hand, causing her head to go all the way back so his lips can meet hers.

His other hand starts playing with the hem of her panties, running his fingers along the lace as he get close to her front.

Y/N sighs into the kiss, loving how his tongue felt against hers.

The kissy was messy, tongues and teeth clashing as he gripped her throat in a possessive manner. She had never felt more turned on by Jack than she did in that very moment.

Once they broke it, Jack could feel her panting against his lips.

"I need you," she whimpers. "Now Jack."

He nods as he guides her away from the dance floor and towards the unisex bathrooms down the hall.

Y/N pushes one of the doors open, Jack pushing her inside of it as he turns around to shut and lock it. As soon as the door clicks to signal it's locked, he stalks up to Y/N and doesn't waste any time slamming his lips back onto hers.

He backs her over to the countertop, her hips meeting the cool feeing of the side of the sink as she gasps at the feeling. Jack's hands roamed her body like it was his job, her hands moving to his head to throw his hat off of his head.

He chuckles. "Hey that's my favorite hat," he says between kisses, causing her to smile. "I think you'll like feeling this more." she says as she harshly tugs on his locks. He lets out a groan as she takes the initiative and pushes her tongue into his mouth, her hips meeting his as they let out groans and sighs.

Jack takes her hips and props her onto the counter to stand between her legs, immediately taking the opportunity to grind harshly against her core. "You're insatiable, Y/N." He growls against her lips.

Y/N lets out a mixture of a moan and gasp, letting her head fall back while Jack takes that moment to trail his lips down her jaw to her neck. He bites and licks and kisses wherever he can, groaning at how good she feels against his crotch.

Y/N grinds herself against him, her hands leaving his hair to trail their way down his chest and towards the hem of his shirt. She travels underneath his shirt, her nails scratching against his abdomen, smiling when she feels his goosebumps rise.

Her hands round behind him to grab onto his hips to help him grind more into her, making him growl into her neck.

"Careful pretty. You may be the dominant one with others, but it's me who you're with," he says, pulling back and grabbing her hands. She bites her lips as she looks into his eyes.

"I'd love to make you beg, Hughes," she says, making Jack's eyes roll back for a second.

He looks back down at her and shakes his head. "Maybe one day, pretty." he says, before he manhandles her body to stand, turn around and bend over the countertop.

She finds his eyes in the mirror, seeing him smirk. "But that won't be tonight," is all he says before he disappears behind her, his hands wrapping around to unbutton her jeans and drag them down her legs along with her panties.

Jack can see the slickness running down her legs, causing him to lick his lips. He uses both of his hands to push her thighs open as he kisses both side on the inner parts. "You keep yourself upright, you got that? You so much as move or grind on my face, I'm stopping this whole thing." he says against her legs.

She sighs at the feeling, but then he slaps her pussy which causes her to let out a loud moan. "Answer me, Y/N."

"Fuck, yes Jack!" she growls out with a low groan. He smirks before he places a kiss on her clit.

"Such a good girl, baby. Now let me have my dinner," he says before he dives into the mess between her legs. Her hands immediately go to reach for the edges of the counter to prevent her legs from giving out, a loud moan leaving her lips as she feels his tongue lick between her folds and graze her hole.

"Yes yes yes," she moans out as Jack hums between her thighs while he sucks on her clit harshly.

As Jack laps and sucks at her pussy, she's trying so hard to keep herself upright and from grinding along his face. She couldn't wait for the day she could ride his face, and take the dominance from him that time. She'd show him who exactly is in charge.

But she will let him win. For now.

She felt the knot coiling in her stomach, causing her gasps and moans to become more frequent and rapid. "Jack fuck I'm so close," she whimpers out as she hears him sucking on her. "Make a mess on my face, baby." he says as he hums on her sensitive bud.

She moans out his name as the coil finally bursts, Jack not wasting a second to lap up whatever he could get while making sure he didn't spill a drop of her release.

He kisses her clit one more time before standing up behind her, his eyes finding her own in the mirror. "You got one more in you, pretty?"

She just smirks. "I can go all night, Jacky boy." she says slyly, earning a dark chuckle from the boy as he began to unbutton his pants.

"Good, because we're just getting started." he says before pumping his member a few times. He looks at her once more, seeing her smile back at him as she reached behind herself to grab him and stick his tip through her entrance.

They both let out a sigh at the feeling, Jack's hands going to the low of her back as he watches himself slowly ease into her.

"You feel so good, Jack, fuck."

"Thaaaat's it baby, so good. So tight." he moans out as he pulls out and slams back into her. She screams out his name at the harsh contact, slowly losing her voice as he picks up his pace and rams into her.

Jack slithers his hand up her back and to the back of her neck to grip and lift her up, taking his other hand to slither up her front and grip her breasts in a harsh manner.

He looks at her through the mirror, seeing her eyes close in bliss as she tries to grab at him in anyway she can as he slams in and out of her.

"Open your eyes," he order, watching her slowly open them to look at him through the mirror. His mouth opens in awe as he holds their eye contact. "You feel what you do to me? Every single time I see you, this is all I wanna do." he moans, seeing her eyes gloss over at his words.

"I want you all to myself, Y/N." he groans into her ear. She nods, and he slides his hand from the back of her neck to her front and rubs at her clit. "How about that? You mine, Y/N? You wanna be my good girl?"

She nods. "Yes. Yes Jack." she sighs as she throws her head back and looks at him. He looks down at her with a smirk.

"Oh you have no idea what you just agreed to, sweetheart," he says before pushing her back down onto the counter, ramming hard and showing no mercy.

She screams out countless moans and gasps of his name as she took his pace, Jack's lip between his teeth. He could feel her walls spasming, signaling she was close. It caused him to reach over and grip her hair harshly while getting himself to where she was at.

"You close honey? Gonna spill all over my cock?" he moans, and she moans out a yes.

"Let it go, baby. Make a mess all over this cock." he says, watching as her body stutters and she squirts all over him. Jack pulls out of her, pulling her around and to her knees.

She looks up at him with a tired expression, but nonetheless was excited. He pulls her mouth open and pumps his cum all over her tongue that she happily takes as she looks up at him with wide eyes.

"Swallow like my good girl you are." he orders, watching her immediately listen to him and then opening her mouth to show she obeyed. He takes her chin in between his fingers.

"Better get a power up because we're just getting started tonight baby," he pants and she nods. "Let's get you cleaned up and then we're leaving."

"Yes Jack."

[existence-is-a-pain87]

eh uhmm am quite nervous since this is my first time asking for a resquest but u seem nice and cool so i thought i would make a shot for it! Can I have astro with a reader that is lazy asf like him like they could both sleep for a whole day and still sleep again and do whatever in their dreams (feel free to ignore this or reject!)

Most of my requests were about the Self-Aware AU, but then I saw your request. And since this is your first request, I'll take a short break from the self-aware AU and fufill the request for you!! <3

BTW, I'm sorry if you wanted this to be set in the self-aware AU. If I messed up at all, please tell me immediately!

I have a tendancy to done goof a lot, lol.

Sleep the Day Away

Astro x Lazy!Toon!Reader

Warnings: N/A

--☆☆☆☆☆--

When you were introduced to the other Toons, the first thing you did was yawn, nod, and walk away.

You didn't even say your name. Just ignored them all talking to and being curious about you and waltzed off. When they found you later, you were asleep on a bench.

So, was it surprising when it was revealed you were meant to be a counterpart to Astro?

--☆☆☆--

Astro was a little apprehensive to you, especially at first.

He didn't know what to really do with you. Even if you were like him- calm and easily able to go to sleep- you were also so... different.

You were ditzy, daydreaming the day away. And you were almost constantly exhausted. To the point you often just outright refused to do many things because you were too tired.

And if you weren't daydreaming, you were usually just sleeping the day away or was outright gone.

Most Toons barely noticed you because of this. You usually were just gone, sleeping somewhere off to the side or sitting somewhere with bleary eyes.

You barely spoke to anyone. Especially Astro. Sure, you were now often made to stand next to him due to the marketing, but you two never had much of an in-depth conversation.

You always seemed like you were in your own world. Even when awake, and even when asleep. But your dreams...

--☆☆☆--

Astro could only describe your dreams as completely unexpected for you.

Your personality was quiet, sleepy, ignoring reality.

But your dreams?

They were beautiful.

Serene, breath-taking... like someone brought a painting to life.

Sometimes it was a garden of flowers. Other times it was a galaxy.

And every time in your dreams?

You knew you were dreaming. And you were simply painting.

And you knew Astro was there.

And in your dreams, it was the first time you spoke to him.

"Hi Astro. You needed a break too?"

Astro then decided he liked you.

He liked that he never had to make your dreams either.

--☆☆☆--

While Astro was meant to be of dreams when asleep, you were of daydreams.

But you also listened. To everyone.

When Astro just thought you were sitting off to the side, you were listening to Toons woes. Helping them daydream and find peace when awake. To pursue their dreams in reality.

He liked that about you. You were kind.

You were just constantly exhausted, and not even Astro knew why. Your dreams gave no hints, like a perfect facade. A way for you to escape.

Astro worried for you and your tendency to just ignore reality. Especially when the ichor operation started.

He barely noticed when he started to love you. He just thought he worried and trusted you.

--☆☆☆--

Astro became a Twisted to save you.

You often went off to distract due to being quick. However, your constant exhaustion made your stamina close to none.

So Astro stayed close, regenerating your stamina as much as he could to keep you safe.

One day, your exhaustion was worse than any other. Because you weren't sleeping. You were forcing yourself to stay awake to help the other Toons. The ones who remained.

Astro felt guilty he didn't join you in helping the Toons. You even taught him how to make daydreams, but he didn't go and help you calm down Toons.

He was too busy trying to keep them peaceful in their sleep. But even when he was unable to find time to help you, you managed to find time to help him.

Then panic mode occurred on one of the later floors, and you fell asleep in the middle of running.

When Astro watched you collapse unconsious, he panicked. You were being chased by several Twisteds, and he knew that you may not make it through this.

He panicked and immediately ran into the fray, as Goob noticed you were unconsious and dragged you into the elevator.

But the elevator closed before he could make it in.

--☆☆☆--

Astro blamed himself for the fact you nearly became a Twisted.

If he helped you, maybe you'd be less tired.

If he did something else, maybe he wouldn't be a Twisted.

If he didn't become a Twisted, maybe you wouldn't have been left behind on a floor.

He found you asleep in a corner, barely noticeable.

And despite the ichor in his body, he didn't attack you.

He just found his old blanket (now too small for him) and wrapped you in it, protecting you.

He still was able to go into your dreams. Even if he was still a Twisted, even if him being in your dreams corrupted it.

You still just looked up at him from your painting, and smiled. As tears dripped from your eyes at the sight of his Twisted form, you kept smiling.

"Hi Astro."

That was when Astro realized he loved you.

And that you loved him too.

[rexhya]

dekusquad as real life hs tropes — ✦ ✦

incl — izuku, todoroki, iida, uraraka, tsu

warn — self harm, drugs, sex, mentions of abuse, very opinionated , GUYS PLEASE DO NOT ROMANTICIZE, THIS IS JUST MY EXPERIENCE !

their clique —

loser nerds, you honestly prefer them over bakugous group of hooligans though, they definitely draw less attention thats for sure. izuku and iida are acedemic weapons, izuku's actually set to graduate early at ripe 16 years of age and all he wants to do is be a teacher. ( everyone hates him for it especially iida)

no one of the 5 can remember how any of them became friends, all he remembers is they was a time when they hadn't met yet and a time where they had.

their story —

todoroki used to creep them out, he would just sit next to them sometimes at lunch. they used to think he was a stalker, he wasn't of course just severely deprived of any semblance of what normal human interaction should look like ( curtesy his father)

when izuku first came to high school his anxiety about everything was through the roofs he used to eat in the library every day just so he could eat ( or have panic attacks ) in peace. ( unaware his longtime friend and middle school bully would be going to the same school as him, his cutting subsequently got worse )

iida met izuku in their ap-calc class, he talked him into joining debate club when he realized how much of a yapper this dude was

todoroki joined for fun but droped it when he realizes he actually has to talk. ( he really only wanted to talk to izuku )

izuku tells shouto about his scars, shouto tells izuku about his family, up untill senior year they're the only ones that know about each other. ( during which iida is slightly bitter in a way that screams "but i found him first!" )

during sophomore year iida's older brother died and he almost did with him, shouto threatened to call the police on him but realized that was completely illogical ( and fearfully realized he sounded just like his father ) instead he called uraraka to which uraraka called tsu and tsu called izuku and they all helped deep clean his room and fed him animal crackers while watching "happy feet" ( his favorite movie )

the crush on uraraka only got worse as their friendship went on, everyone including uraraka herself knows izuku has a crush on her. ( they're pretty sure izuku knows she knows too ) and yet nothing ever comes of it. she finds him cute, but not in that sort of way.

once at a sleepover uraraka told tsu jirou, mina and momo she would highkey fuck todoroki if they weren't friends, she is slightly livid to find out not only a week later mina has taken the virginity of said boy.

also goes ghost on tsu because somehow she takes her side on it? ( when had they been so close?)

todoroki vents to izuku about what it was like his first time with anyone, that he somehow regrets it, even though it felt good. speaks so softly about it izuku almost wants to cry.

izuku tells todoroki he loves him no matter what, they both cry again.

junior year was the worst for all of them. uraraka gets a nasty rumor spread about her, a pink little birde mentioned to someone that she's sleeping with aizawa to save her grades and that's why their with each other all the time. (she was actually just homeless and had no place to go) she secretly picks up cigarettes.

izuku had a bad run in with kacchan, and in an attempt to be nice asks about his injury, katsuki punches the bricks off of him, he cuts himself untill he can't breath.

shouto's father returns and worse than ever, drunk and a complete fucking mess, shouto ends up in jail, his father hospitalized

tsu gets dumped, mina suddenly has no use for her and the rift between her and the rest of the group only seems to grow larger as the year progresses ( not even you talk to her anymore )

iida seems to be the only one hanging on here, trying to keep them together with glue and paper, all the grief only reminds him of his brother.

their plans —

senior year is hopeful ! shouto won his 2 year long trial in self defense + he wasnt trialed as an adult and which made for a much better case. he immediately heads to college under scholarship programs ( thx izuku ) and majors in veterinary medicine.

uraraka's parents eventually found work and a suitble home, she plans on becoming a social worker ( to help kids like her ! )

izuku's life plays out exactly like it did in his head, graduates early and becomes a teacher right at the school he graduated from. ( the recovery from his history with kacchan is not perfect but it's there )

iida heads off to college as well preparing to live the most mainstream misreable corporate life as possible, ( luckily his friends don't let that happen )

tsu walks the plank and finally apologizes ( to everyone) uraraka is slow to forgive but undeniably misses her friend, she majored in talk therapy.

++ bonus !!

tsu and izuku collect pokemon cards together, he taught her how to play dnd, she introduced him to manga ( a decision shes still not sure is good or bad )

uraraka continued smoking in secret till todoroki found out, he almost beat the nicotine addiction outta her

ochako is really into yaoi, at one point she thought deku and todoroki might have been in some sort of secret relationship ( her hopes were crushed sparringly )

[uneducated-author]

How I Would Write The Well If The BBC Trusted Me To Play With Their Toys

Immediately, I'd scrap the idea of a squadron team. It means too much competence and contingency, we know that these people are prepared or trained for dangerous situations. Have the Doctor & Belinda step out or crash into a mining pod or scavengers group who are trying to see if there's anything valuable on the surface of a long dead planet. Have it that the 'galvanic radiation' is mucking with the vindicator so they're stuck on the planet for an hour or so, so they join up.

Have it be a smaller team, about two or three people, all friendly and familiar with each other. Familiar crew, all making the best of what they can, travellers in the universe. They stumble across the mining operation and same setup, every body they find is dead, only by laser fire.

They find Aliss, same as the episode, having just attacked her friend, but her friend wasn't killed, just sealed in a freezer. Aliss shares 'only I have the code to open it, they don't want to risk soldiers stealing food'. Aliss shares that she had a gun, but couldn't shoot, unauthorised personnel, Doctor jokes that fridges are more useful anyway and traditional 'no guns' lil moment. There's no noise, and no footage, but sonic screwdriver says that life signs inside are steady.

Side note, I'd like to play off of Oxygen with the whole 'paying to breathe' thing, except it's paying to speak. Aliss has a pair of gloves that verbalise sign for her, but she has to pay to charge it. Doctor hacks it with Sonic Screwdriver of course, but it could be a real world parallel of how it's expensive to be disabled, how you have to pay to access the treatment and accessibility aids that permit an individual lifestyle.

Aliss says 'it came from the sky' and the Doctor is like 'what is it' and Aliss says 'a ghost'.

Immediate sort of Red Herring where Aliss shared that the commander of the base investigated the Well, standard mechanical/maintenance checks, and then all of a sudden went up to the highest point of the plant. When they went to get him he was speaking in tongues, like there were a hundred voices within him, all saying different things. Buy occasionally he would break through, with no collection of what 'the ghost' was saying. He tried to remove the safety field, which would expose them all to Galvanic Radiation' and was shot by second in command.

But then the second in command started being haunted, but not by the tongues, by the commander. It was his words, his mannerisms, even his language. This time they asked what the thing was and where it came from, and it responds 'Sky'.

Aliss shares that people panicked and destroyed each other. That she didn't want to hurt her friend but she was scared. And rescue missions are too expensive for one cook (future stage capitalism for the win). Doctor asks what species' were on board, Aliss rattles off about ten or so, none of them human, which Belinda and the Doctor thinks is odd.

Scavengers of course want to leave, offer to take Aliss, but the Doctor points out that she might be controlled by the ghost. The scavengers are all like 'don't be a dick' but the Doctor points out that the issue with two survivors is that you can't tell which survived the other. Have it be a moment where he's clearly apologetic, but he can't be certain. Have Aliss agree, make some joke about 'I'm a cook, I know how deadly a contagious infection can be.' Have her also say that she doesn't want to give up on her friend, that as long as there's life, there's hope. Immediately sets up that these are good people, all who live normal lives, but don't want to hurt people, even if it means saving themselves.

Classic Investigation of the environment, checking the well as per episode, finding footage of people murdering each other, Belinda horrified, Doctor says fear and desperation are the biggest causes of death in the universe. 'It makes you fight. Creeps into your head. And whispers.'

Aliss has a moment with the doctor where she says that she pulled the trigger. That the shot didn't fire, because she was unauthorised, but she's haunted by the fact that she chose to kill. 'Is that what I amount to? Murder?'. Doctor says that she didn't choose to kill her friend. She could have removed all the air from the freezer, or messed with the controls. 'You chose to fire, you were scared. But you didn't choose to kill'. Doctor also says 'it feels familiar' with Belinda saying 'more than a thousand years travelling the universe, everything should be familiar to you'.

Doctor shrugs it off, decides to go to the observation point where the commander was infected, tries to see any breaches in the ceiling. Scavengers offer for Aliss to join them when she despairs about what happens next, Belinda points that out to the Doctor. Tells him 'you're wrong. Because fear and desperation can do that, too. Travelling with you, I've never been more scared in my life. But I never thought I'd see something like that. Just listen.'

Something clicks, and the Doctor clearly freezes. Looks up and says 'Sky' and then says 'I've said that before.' Belinda's all like 'what?' and the Doctor goes 'what did I say, by the pit, by the well? I've said that before, when did I say that?' Flashback to Doctor going 'It makes you fight. Creeps into your head. And whispers' intercut with the same dialogue being said by the tenth Doctor during 'Midnight' while being possessed by the entity. Doctor has the same sort of breakdown as he does in the episode, asking Aliss 'what was the grey star, before, what was the old name of the planet' etc. Unravelling the mystery.

Running back down to the sealed fridge while he explains

Doctor: 'You asked her two questions, who she was and where she came from. She came from the Well, clawed her way up until she found warm meat and didn't stop climbing until she reached the observation deck and she realised she'd made it.'

Belinda: 'Then why did she say Sky?'

Doctor: 'Because that was Mrs Silvestry's name. And she remembers.'

Scavengers and Aliss clearly confused, and the Doctor brings up footage of the Captain 'speaking in tongues'. Isolates the voices and it's all from the episode 'Midnight', from the Doctor to Jethro to DeeDee, and cumulating with the Doctor saying 'all right Sky? Turn around'. They all turn around, and Aliss is there.

The Doctor: 'Is that what you amount to? Murder?'

Aliss: 'I said that.'

The Doctor: 'So did I. 400,000 years ago.'

Uncertainty whether Aliss is 'possessed' or not, as the Doctor admits it would be hard to tell. 'When we left, it was already close to a perfect copy. And it's had months to tear this base apart. It could be any of us.' Same monologue as the episode 'a different life, no face, no name, no self'.

Doctor: 'It tried to throw me out into the radiation of an Xtonic star once, I don't think it would think twice about trapping the last survivor in a freezer.'

Scavenger: "Would it think twice about murdering her? If it is the same entity, would it tell us everything?'

Doctor: 'That's the thing, I don't know who's talking. The scavenger who travels the universe, just to see what's been left behind? Or Mrs Silvestry, who dug her way out 400,000 years later, and murdered an entire base, just to stay warm.'

Belinda, sharp: 'Shut up.'

Doctor: 'Why. Because it sounds familiar?'

Belinda: 'Because you sound scared and desperate.'

Doctor, pausing, evaluating: 'You're not fighting. You're not... Screaming and turning on each other and trying to throw each other out to save yourself. Why?'

Aliss: 'I chose to kill someone to save myself. Not just someone, my friend. And she's alive, but I still made that choice. And I know that that's not something I can live with. I like to believe I'm better than that.'

Scavengers: 'You live like we do, travel like we do, you see the universe different. It can be scary, the people you meet on dead planets, the things you have to do. I'm sure you've seen a lot of scary things, Doctor, so have we. But we've never met something that gets better by behaving worse.'

Belinda: 'The Human Race is gone. If the world ends in 2025, that means, I'm the last of my kind. And I can't let them down.'

Doctor, after a long pause: 'Trust me?'

Belinda: '... Yes.'

Doctor: 'Still?'

Belinda: 'You don't sound scared anymore.'

Doctor opens the freezer, and the remaining survivor steps out, alive, and relieved to see Aliss. Aliss apologises, but the other (I'm calling her Mo) says it wasn't her fault. Says she woke up in the freezer, like a really tight helmet had been removed. Doctor says he felt the same way. Mo asks 'who are you' and the Doctor said 'if you really are Mo, I'm the only other person in the universe who has survived whatever destroyed this base.' Seals the freezer shut behind her and asks for everyone to listen.

Doctor says that is the entity is with them now, he's addressing it directly. Admits he's scared, that very little in the universe has scared him, but that day, he was scared. Lists the passengers of the flight, starting with Mrs Silvestry, and ending with the flight attendant (showing that he learned her name since then). 'We were all scared.'

Everyone looking at each other, clearly wondering what he's trying to do.

Doctor continues, saying that they were scared, and desperate, and that was probably a pretty bad introduction of humanity. Asks how long it had been waiting, out in the cold, with the diamonds, because 'i saw time in your mind. It keeps me awake, how long you waited in the cold'.

A bang rings out, and it could be a coincidence.

The Doctor says 'you were new, and unexpected, and didn't know what it was to feel and you met us at our worst. And then when you got a chance to find us again, we kept shooting you. Every time you tried to find a voice, every time you tried to talk. Because you make us scared, you make us desperate, because you never knew we could be anything else. A bit like me. I didn't know how not to be scared of you, so I scared everyone else.'

Doctor looks around, careful, like he can see something. Looks straight at Belinda.

Says that today was a good day. That today, he'd remembered that fear, desperation, it can make people kind. He hopes that 'whoever you are, you learned that as well'.

He stands, and Mo stops him. Asks if he's mental, if he thinks talking to the creature will stop it? Doctor says that he hopes for that every day, and it usually works out. Mo says that she can't leave, and the Doctor asks if she was listening, because she has all the information she needs. Mo, of course, is confused. Doctor lists off the species that were on board the plant, and mentions that out of all of them, Mo was the only one who was cold blooded. Which didn't mean anything, until she was left in a freezer to grow cold. Says that once, long ago this planet was cold as well, and a monster slept surrounded by diamonds. Says that, if they're very lucky, maybe the cold has drawn it back to sleep.

Aliss is clearly overjoyed, as is Mo, but Mo still asks, what if they're not lucky? The Doctor admits that he doesn't know. That he can't control the universe, it's never ended well when he's tried. But he can try and show something new, something that might be the first of it's kind, might be the last, who knows, he can try and show her some kindness. Maybe she'll learn something.

Sends the scavengers, Aliss and Mo away and him and Belinda sit in the Tardis. She asks if he really thinks that 'whatever it is' is in hibernation and he says he doesn't know. Brings up a map of the universe as it is now. Points out that 'over there, a war is going to break out, wipes out whole swathes of the sector. Like all wars, started over nothing but fear and a whisper in someone's ear. Over here, twenty stars implode, a galactic mystery, nobody will ever figure out why. There, the first recorded sighting of a man eating shadow, piranhas in dust motes. Then again, four hundred thousand years, maybe people have learned, and maybe she did too. Maybe she's just, listening, following, haunting. Everywhere has ghosts. And here-' big swipe to nothing, empty space, Doctor falters. 'Point is, there's plenty of monsters in the universe. Let's just hope that we left ours in a freezer on a forgotten planet, not the middle of the universe'

Belinda (looking at the empty space): middle of the universe.

Doctor violently flinches at the repetition, callback to Midnight and going 'don't-just' and Belinda hugging him (potentially first hug in the season? Not certain?)

[heroesrest64]

Farming For Heroes

Find the whole project here

(Notes: I wanted the interactions in this and the next chapter to be almost interchangeable with eachother? I feel like I did a pretty good job with everyone except Wind, who was slightly more personalized)

Chapter 2: Tutorials (pt.1)

There’s a knock on your door early in the morning, and you grumble while trying to claw your way out of bed, landing on the floor with a fwump. You sit there, blinking blindly for two seconds, not even remembering why you were getting up in the first place, only to hear another, slightly more urgent knock.

Ah. You should go and answer that.

You get up and head for your door, patting down your bed head and trying not to think about your morning breath. If someone wants to wake you up at the crack of dawn, they can get you at your crack of dawn self.

Of course, the person on the other side of the door would be Hateno Village’s mayor, a.k.a. your parents’ best friend and someone who you called an ‘uncle’ growing up. He doesn’t seem the least bit surprised to see you looking so disheveled.

“Just like your parents… Don’t you know farmers are supposed to get up at the first cucco’s crow?” Reede smiles down at you, and you chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck in mock embarrassment. There’s no real heat in his words- Reede might be a bit strict when he’s on official business, but this is obviously a social visit.

“Good to see you too, Uncle Reede. C’mon in, I can get us some tea. Can’t promise it’ll be any good though.” Shrugging, you open your door a little wider, and the man steps inside, hissing at how roughed up the building looks.

“Geez. No ‘Oh my goddess, look how spotless these counters are’, or ‘wow, your temporary kitchen set-up is stunning, how did you manage to set up a cookfire inside your flammable wood house without burning the whole place down?’ And to that I would say ‘Thanks for your compliments, Uncle Reede. It was actually a whole adventure getting this cookfire set up, and I would prefer not to go into detail in the presence of polite company’.”

“Well there you go speakin’ my own words for me. Though, I am curious about that cookfire now-“ The brown haired man jokes, and you cut him a sideways look before setting a kettle over said fire, stoking the flames and leaving your tea to heat up before joining your uncle at your rickety, barely stable dining table.

“So, what are you here for? You’re not really one for social visits.” You hum, slumping into your chair, and Reede steeples his fingers in front of him, giving you a considering look.

“Times are changing, young farmer. The ways your parents ran this farm are long past, and nowadays there’s new techniques and machines that can do the work of five or even ten people. You can try to run it like they did in the past, but I think you’re more progressive than that. I came here to tell you that you should get with your neighbors. Mingle. Listen to what they have to say. You may learn some new techniques to care for your farm.”

You consider Reese’s words, tapping a short rhythm on your dining table until the sound of your kettle whistling pulls you out of your thoughts. You rush to take it off the fire, pouring two cups and dunking tea bags you got from castle town in the mugs before toting them back to the table.

“I hear you, Reede. I know you’re sayin this ‘cause I’m not the most social person around. I can’t promise much, but I can promise to try. Heck, why not start today? I’ll see about talking to a few of my neighbors just as soon as I finish up my chores for the day.” You grin, and Reede seems pleased, taking a swig of the offered tea before immediately spitting it back into his cup

“What is this?!” He gasps, appalled at the brownish watery mixture in his cup.

“It’s supposed to be a simple black tea. I don’t know what those city folk to do make it as awful as it is, but that’s what I’ve had to deal with these last few years…” You grumble, swirling your cup around and watching it darken ever so slightly.

“Do not drink that. Hold on-“ Reede pauses, reaching into his bag and rummaging around in it until he procures a bag filled with seeds.

“Make yourself some real tea leaves with these. I don’t want to see you serving up that swill ever again.” Reede shakes his head, probably thinking about you choking on the rancid tea for the last few years. You take the seeds like they’re a gift from Hylia, holding them reverently in front of you.

“Thank you, Sir Reede. Your donation will not be in vain.” You bow your head dramatically, and Reede scoffs before lightly flicking you on the forehead.

“Just stop by for dinner to pay me back. The missus and kiddo have been worried about you.” Reede waves you off, then carefully makes his way out of your house, avoiding some of the more obvious holes in the floor before firmly shutting the door behind him.

You let out a sigh, looking at the seeds on your counter before deciding that you really ought to get up and start your day before the sun gets away from you.

~~

You’re exhausted by the time you’ve finished planting your new tea seedlings and watering your crops, but you did promise your uncle you’d go out and socialize today. Your first stop looks to be Time’s farm, as you spot the man and his ranch hand tending to the fields on your walk through the village.

“Heya Time, Twilight.” You greet, stepping right up to the two men who halt their work to talk to you.

“Hello, farmer. What brings you by? In need of a couple more seeds?” Time asks, wiping his gloves off on his forest green overalls, and you try not to think about how muscular he looks with his work shirt rolled up like it is.

“Oh, nah. I’m just tryna see a bit more of the village. It’s changed a lot since I left. Like these watering devices, for example…” You tilt your head down, gesturing at the sprinklers with your chin.

“They’re sprinklers, set up by the young lady running the tech lab at the top of the hill. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to get you some as well.” Time explains, and you glance at where you remember the tech lab being, nodding briefly.

“I’ll have to check it out later, then. Do y’all mind if I take a closer look at your farm? I’m curious to see if anything else changed.”

“Not at all. Twilight, why don’t you take a break and give them a tour? And if you’re feeling helpful, you can help my ranch hand with a couple of his chores. It might knock off some rust and get you back in the farming mindset.” Time smiles, eyes glistening in the morning sunlight, and you feel like you can only mutter an agreement before Twilight gestures for you to follow him towards a barn off to the side of the carefully manicured fields.

“Are ya any good with animals?” Twilight asks, pocketing his gloves as he walks.

“I’d like to think so. What sorts do ya got?” You ask, skipping up to his side.

“We got a few options. I go out and tame the wild ones, then bring ‘em back here so they aren’t hunted by monsters and such. This here’s the coop- perfect for cuccos of all shapes and sizes, and the odd smaller critter, if you’re feeling adventurous about your livestock.” Twilight opens the door, and a flock of cuccos parades out, clucking and nipping around for any feed on the ground. You’re kind of surprised to see some pheasants and ducks mixed in the group, as well as some fluffy rabbits who hop out after the fowl.

“Wow! How do you take care of them all?” You ask, leaning down to pick up a slightly more docile cucco, petting through the feathers at the crest of its head.

“On clear days like this, they’re content to just be let out to feed and such, but Purah put in something called an auto-feeder that’ll fill up their troughs during rainy days. Not a bad setup, if you ask me.” Twilight smiles, stepping over a rabbit that had pinned itself under his foot and stumbling off towards a red painted barn.

“Over here we’ve got the barn. Lotsa sweet heifers roam the fields, and if ya ever go down to Lurelin, you could probably tame yourself a water buffalo or two. And of course, my favorite, some rough and tumble ordonian goats.”

Twilight pulls open the farm doors with a mighty heave, and you watch as the cattle come spilling out. The goats practically flock around Twilight, who pets them down before grabbing a pail to milk them.

“There’s a brush and extra pail inside, if you wanna help me get the cows. They’ll be grateful if ya help ‘em.” Twilight calls out, and you make your way into the barn, winding around the cows, sheep and goats that bump into you as you go.

Inside, you find the offered pail and brush, but you also take a moment to peek at the strange setup by the troughs, brows rising as the device churns out some fresh fodder right before your eyes. You’ll definitely have to get your hands on a couple of those once you get your barn and coop set up.

Back outside, you work on milking the cows, humming some sort of tune under your breath as you work. They really are very sweet, just like Twilight said, and you’re done before you know it.

“Got ‘em all?” Twilight calls out, pushing a particularly large ordon goat out of his way as it tries to bully him around. It seems Time isn’t the only one on this farm with an impressive set of muscles.

“Yeah. The bottles are right over there-“ You gesture behind you at a couple crates filled with the cows milk, and Twilight nods gratefully.

“Just gotta grab the eggs, and then we’re done.” Twilight gestures back towards the coop, and you follow, helping him gather up any eggs as well as some downy fluff the birds have shed. Twilight also hands you a pair of clippers and asks for you to help him shear some of the rabbits of their winter coats, leaving you with some of the thickest most comfortable fluff you’ve ever gotten ahold of.

“And here’s your cut,” Twilight hums as you finish up, holding a basket with a couple bottles of milk, some fresh eggs, a few feathers and a spool of rabbit fur out for you. You stumble a little, not expecting to get anything for your work, and more so doing it to knock off some rust as Time had mentioned.

“O-oh, you don’t have to-“ You stutter, hands raised defensively, but Twilight holds the basket out to you insistently.

“Take it, I insist. Besides, I think Time had something he wanted to do with the stuff you got from all of this.” Twilight tilts his head towards the farm house, where Time is standing on the deck, a glass in one hand, his other raising to wave a greeting.

“Right. Well, thank you, Twilight. I guess I’ll see you again later.” You dip your head gratefully, grabbing the basket by its handle before stumbling off to meet up with Time.

“Looks like you got yourself a pretty good haul. Come by again anytime and we can set you up with the same deal.” Time smiles, grabbing another cup off the railing that he holds out to you. It’s some freshly chilled orange juice, probably made towards the end of the winter season.

“Thank you, Time. Uhm, Twilight said you had something else you wanted to show me,” You start, climbing up the steps to be on equal footing with the man.

“Just thought I’d offer a trade deal. A lot of people in Hateno have certain items they want or need, and they’ll be willing to trade some premium products for that sorta stuff. If you give me one of those milks-“ Time gestures to one of the bottles settled snugly into your basket, “I’ve got some rare seeds with your name on them.”

The request is a little odd to you. Twilight works with Time, and he obviously has plenty of milk to go around, although maybe this is just Time’s way of showing you how other trade deals will work in the future. Either way, you don’t have much to lose.

“Sure thing. Here ya go.” You agree, taking one of the bottles, and Time lights up, grabbing a bag of seeds and trading them for the milk.

“Once these grow to maturity, stop by again and Twilight can show you how to properly use ‘em.” Time nods his head, and you take a moment to read the label on the seed bag. ‘Horse Grass’. You don’t think you’ve heard about such a crop before.

“Thank you, Time. I should head out now, but thanks for your hospitality.” You nod your head once, placing the seeds in the space the milk bottle once was before waving vaguely. Time waves as well, and you decide to move on to your next destination.

~~

Keeping on the trend of visiting people who’ve given you free things, you find yourself standing on the steps of Hateno Villages new clinic. It’s cuter than you thought it’d be, with planters filled with wild herbs on the windowsills and rain flowers painting the porch in hues of white and pink.

Stepping inside, you can faintly smell something sweet, like baked goods left to sit and cool down. “Hyrule? Are you in here?” You call out, stepping up to the counter and placing your basket down. There’s some faint clattering, and soon the brown haired man comes zipping into the waiting room, hair slightly askew and a worried look on his face.

“Oh my gosh you’re hurt already?! Where’s the damage? On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?” Hyrule goes around the counter, hands fluttering through the air as he scans you for whatever injury you might’ve incurred.

“Whoa, whoa! I’m fine. I just thought I’d stop by and see how you’re doing. I was also curious about your clinic. Hateno never had one before, so I wanted to know how it’s run.” You smile placatingly, and Hyrule immediately calms down.

“I see. Sorry for panicking; I heard from Warriors you were thinking about joining the monster hunting team and was worried you got hurt. I’m, uh, usually more composed than that.” Hyrule grins, rubbing the back of his neck nervously before looking off to the side, seemingly considering something.

“If you’re curious about how the clinic works, I can give you a tour.” The brown haired man eventually offers, and you happily agree, gesturing for him to lead the way.

“Okay, so this is kind of a reception or waiting room. It's also where you come if you want to buy some potions from me. There’s healing, stamina, and a few potions to protect you from the elements. Just the usual fare, I suppose.” Hyrule hums, guiding you behind the counter and pulling out a book filled with his different wares. He even listed allergens next to the potions. Cute!

“If you come back here, there are some sectioned off spaces for patients with more severe injuries, or if they need to be quarantined for observation. I try to keep this place tidy, what with a bunch of monster hunters running around. We don’t need anyone getting infections while they’re trying to heal up.” Hyrule clicks his tongue, and you nod along.

“Is that why you started a clinic here? To keep everyone healthy?” You wonder, and Hyrule pauses, pursing his lips in contemplation.

“In a way, yes. A lot of these people… They’re like family to me. I want to make sure they’re safe. So I do what I can for them, whether that be fighting beside them, or healing them after a tough battle.”

You’re a little surprised to hear that Hyrule is also a fighter. He’s more slight than you figured he should be, although now that you were looking closer, his muscles were pretty defined.

Hyrule takes you into another room, this one darker and smelling like herbs and something vaguely sweet. “This is where the magic happens; my workshop.” Hyrule explains, stepping a little further into the room and gesturing for you to do the same.

Herbs are drying on each of the walls, and there’s a large cauldron bubbling over the fire place, filled with an uncomfortably purple liquid. There’s also a table covered in other ingredients, a cutting board, and a mortar and pestle.

“What are you making?” You decide to ask, peeking into the cauldron cautiously. It’s probably the most vibrant purple color you’ve ever seen. Is it glowing slightly?

“That’s actually lunch. As long as you clean it out between meals and potions, it’s fine to use for either.” Hyrule smiles, and you can’t help but give him a sideways look. This glowing purple sludge is… a meal? Why does it smell sweet? What are the strange brown things floating within? Do you actually want to know?

No. No, perhaps not.

“A big pot like this must be hard to clean out,” You say instead, and Hyrule nods before seeming to realize something.

“Ah! That reminds me, I have something for you.” He gasps, turning towards the table covered in ingredients and rummaging through it before staggering back with what seems to be a smaller version of the cauldron you were just observing.

“This is a travel cauldron. It’s enchanted to fit in your tool bag easily, so you can take it on adventures or to cook simple meals at home.” Hyrule holds the cast iron cauldron out to you, and you carefully heft it into your arms. It’s not as heavy as you thought it’d be, but it’s sturdy and obviously well-loved.

“Thanks, Hyrule. That’s really sweet of you.” You smile, placing the pot in your bag.

“Since you might be joining the monster hunting team, it’s a good tool to have. I also have a couple simple potion recipes for you to try out,” Hyrule hands over a small notebook, and you feel yourself becoming overwhelmed with his kindness. You should get this man something, to say thanks for all of his help; but you don’t want to give him just anything from your person. You’ll have to plan out a gift and come back later.

“Thank you, truly, Hyrule. And thanks for letting me tour your clinic. Hopefully most of my future visits are social like this one.” You grin, and Hyrule starts guiding you back to the front of his clinic.

“Social visits sound fun. I’ll have to cook you something nice next time, and we can chat longer.” Hyrule gently places a hand on the small of your back, steering you around a shelf you would have run into otherwise, too preoccupied thinking of a way to turn down the offer for lunch. Although, maybe it won’t be as bad as it looked..?

No. You’d definitely get poisoned if you ate the purple goop still bubbling in Hyrule’s cauldron. You’ll just have to eat before visiting Hyrule in the future.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you around, Hyrule.” And with that, you leave the clinic, a new weight in your tool bag and laden with the knowledge that the town’s doctor cannot cook.

~~

Right next to the clinic is a building with smoke pouring out of its nearly industrial chimney. There wasn’t a forge in Hateno when you left a few years back, but you suppose Four has to work somewhere. You step inside and are greeted with a thick, all-encompassing heat and the smell of metal. Despite the ambiance, there isn’t a single metal shaving in sight, just rows of displayed weapons, tools and other small metal objects.

The actual forge must be in a separate room, you figure, and decide to browse the displays before checking it out.

While you’re looking around what seems to be the shop part of the blacksmith, you consider what type of weapon would be a good match for you. You’ve only ever gotten some basic training with a sword while taking a self defense class in Castle Town, but there are spears, bows and arrows, claws, axes and even war hammers on display. You’re just about to lift a sword off of its display when a gruff voice calls out, “Something caught your eye, youngun?”

Whipping around, you find an older man with an impressive beard on his chin and his head covered by a green bandana lightly stained with sweat. He smells like iron and there’s grease stains on his shirt and apron.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to touch them! This just, uh, looked like the same kind of sword I used back in castle town.” You rambble, raising your hands like you were caught, but the older man only keeps his stern expression for a couple seconds more before letting out a bellowing laugh that fills up the shop’s space.

“Hohoho! Don’t be so nervous, young one. You’re allowed to touch. Just don’t go swinging it in the shop,” The older man just his chin back towards the sword, and you cautiously pick it up, careful as you take off the sheath to admire the forged iron underneath.

“It’s beautiful,” You breathe, testing the blade’s weight. Light enough that you could swing it with one hand, but sharp and sturdy enough for you to cause some decent damage.

“I’ll tell my grandson you said that.” The older man grins, his mustache curling up with motion.

“Grandson?” You ask curiously, reheating the sword and putting it back on its display.

“You might have met him. Short, multicolored tunic, hair held back with a headband. Four mentioned getting to meet the new farmer, who I suppose must be you.” The man hums, and you agree, realizing that Four must be this man’s grandson. It makes sense, you suppose. Blacksmithing must run in the family.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you, uh,” You pause, realizing you don’t know that man’s name.

“Smith. Kind of an ironic name, isn’t it?” Smith huffs, and you laugh. The man seems to consider you for a second before pointing over his shoulder with his thumb, saying, “You look like you could handle some forge work. How ‘bout I take you to the work room and we see what you can make.”

You’re startled at the offer, but quickly scramble after the man as he toddles off to the forge. The door creaks open and you’re hit with a faceful of scorching air. It feels like you walked right into the hottest day of summer.

“Take these- we’ll have you smelt some copper bars for now.” Smith throws a thick leather apron your way, along with some insulated gloves that you quickly don before following the man towards the forge.

He shows you all the basics- how to get the forge to the right temperature, how to melt down the chunks of copper, then helping you pour it into an ingot mold before letting it cool. You have five copper ingots before long, and the man pats you roughly on the back in congratulations.

“That wasn’t half bad. Thinking of taking up smithing in addition to your farm?” A different voice asks, and you whirl around to see Four standing by the door, arms folded over his chest as he observes you from his resting place.

“Well, it seems kind of fun… Maybe I’ll take up smithing as a hobby.” You shrug, moving to stuff the copper ingots into your bag, only to be stopped when Four steps forward, halting you by lightly gripping your wrist.

“Hold on. You’re joining the monster hunters, right? It’ll be easier if you have an actual weapon.”

“I don’t think I have enough for one of your swords right now,” You nervously admit, cheeks flushing from something other than the heat of the forge.

“Don’t bother. Just give me those-“ Four tilts his chin towards the ingots in your hands, “and I can get you a decent starter blade.”

You hand over your freshly crafted copper ingots, and Four totes them off to a well organized work station before rummaging around, coming back only a couple minutes later with a copper sword.

“It’s sharp, so be careful. Tell me if it feels balanced to you.” Four lets you take the blood orange sword, and you weigh it in your hand before trying for a couple swings, careful to not bit anyone or any of the workbenches surrounding you. It’s not as good as the steel sword you tested earlier, but you can see yourself making use of it until you can afford something better.

“It’s nice. Thank you,” You dip your head, and Four rubs the back of his neck, smiling at you.

“Come back anytime, and we can get it sharpened for free. Gramps also has a bit of a side business. He can tell you the condition of any treasures you pick up while out adventuring. If you find something really good, it can be sold for a lot of money.” Four grins, and you nod, carefully sheathing your new sword and placing it on your tool belt.

The two men see you out shortly after, and you find yourself on your way once more.

~~

“Goddesses, I feel like I’ve done a ton today, and I still haven’t been to all the new shops in town,” You mumble, making your way down the dirt paths of Hateno until your stomach rumbles an ungodly sound.

Right. You skipped breakfast, and it’s already practically lunch time. That just gives you an opportunity to visit one more establishment and grab a meal at the same time. Aren’t you efficient?

You carefully cross the bridge leading to the tavern then jog up to the front door, swinging it open and immediately smelling something heavenly.

“Hey farmer! Come right in, I’ll take your order at the bar.” Wild calls out, dropping off some food to someone in a booth before rounding to the bar. You’re sitting in one of the plush stools just as he steps behind the counter, and he smiles before asking you what you’d like to eat.

“It’s right around lunchtime, so… Pizza?” You suggest, and the man seems elated at your choice.

“Sounds great! I’ll get that right out for ya- oh! Now that I think about it, the mayor said something about helping you relearn how to cook. Something about ‘not even being able to make a cup of tea’,” Wild hums, and you whip around to see Reese sitting in the booth, sipping out of a mug with a plate of piping hot food in front of him.

‘You’ll pay for this,’ you mouth to the man, who simply smiles innocently.

“So how about you help me make your lunch, that’ll knock the dust off.” Wild lifts a board separating the bar from the kitchen, and you step under it and follow him into the kitchen. It’s pretty spacious, and surprisingly well organized.

“We’ll do a few courses. A nice spring salad, your requested pizza, and something sweet as a dessert… chocolate cake?” Wild mutters the last part under his breath, but you still pick up on it. That actually sounds like a really nice meal, and you eagerly wash your hands before working on the dough for the pizza.

The two of you work in tandem to craft what’s shaping up to be a tasty smelling lunch, and the meal is finished before you know it, perfectly plated in front of the seat you chose for yourself earlier.

“That looks pretty good. Y’know, most of my friends are banned from the kitchen just ‘cause of how bad they are at cooking. I think I could make an exception for you.” Wild winks, and you feel your cheeks heating up, tilting your head down to hide the flush.

“Heh, I’ll take that as a compliment. This is really good, by the way. I’ll have to remember the recipe for later.” You compliment, tapping your fork to the plate of chocolate cake in front of you.

“Funny you should mention that, I actually have a recipe book right here. I took the liberty of writing down some basic meals, but I’ll leave the rest to you.” Wild slides a hard covered book towards you, and you tuck it away gratefully.

As you’re getting ready to head out after finishing up your meal, Wild stops you one last time, a couple wrapped parcels in his hands.

“These are the leftovers from earlier. I figure you should get to savor your hard work for longer than one meal.”

You’re starting to get a feeling that generosity and overwhelming kindness are just traits of all of the new people making Hateno Village their home, and you decide that as soon as you can, you’ll work on returning the favor.

~~

It’s almost sundown when you leave Wild’s Tavern, and you decide to just wind down during your last couple hours of daylight. Your wandering brings you to the stream cutting through the town, and you sit down at the pier, taking off your boots and socks and letting the chilly water ease your aches from walking around all day.

“Hey farmer! Taking a break?” A youthful voice calls out, and you hear the thudding of leather shoes against the aging pier before Wind plops down beside you.

“Hello, Wind. Yeah, I feel like I’ve been running around the whole village today.” You sigh, shaking your head in exasperation.

“I could tell. Seems like everyone I talked to had something to say about you.” Wind giggles, and you tilt your head at him, curious.

“Nothing bad, I hope?”

“Of course not! It seems everyone thinks you’re a good guest. Heck, Hyrule was saying he wanted to get some proper tea and snacks for your next visit, and Twilight was raving about how happy the animals you took care of were!” Wind gushes, and you feel your heart swell with warmth. If they talk about you so kindly even when you’re not around, they must actually mean it.

“Which is why I have decided that you would be the perfect fishing partner,” Wind announces, and whips a fishing rod out of seemingly thin air, dutifully pressing it into your hands, even as you fumble to get ahold of it.

“What??” You yelp, struggling to keep the rod in your hands and not let it sink into the stream in front of you.

“You heard me! It’s time for a fishing competition. Whoever gets the biggest fish by the end of the hour gets to keep ALL of the fish we catch.” Wind cackles, taking a second rod out and casting his line. You manage to calm yourself down and flick your rod, letting the bobber whizz through the air before landing in the water with a plonk.

Despite the panic-inducing start of the competition, fishing next to Wind turns out to be a delightful experience. He gives you some pointers, and has a generally humorous attitude about the whole competition. You’re almost certain he throws the challenge on purpose, as your biggest catch of a 48cm Hyrule Bass feels like something Wind could’ve pulled up in an instant with no sweat. Regardless, the competition ends in you earning three medium sized Hyrule Bass and four small armored carps.

“Not bad for your first haul! A lot of people fish as a hobby around here, and if you become better friends with them, they might invite you to a competition similar to what we just did. I’d say it builds some pretty close bonds, and sometimes you’ll get a ton of fish as a reward, so it’s well worth taking on the challenge.” Wind grins, and you let out an interested sound. Is this Wind’s way of helping you make friends? That’s… kinda cute and really sweet.

“Of course, you can always count on me to be your fishing buddy, at least, as long as I’m in town.” Wind rubs the back of his neck thoughtfully.

“You leave the village?” You ask, somewhat concerned.

“I live down in Lurelin, with my Grandma and sister. I usually sail up to Hateno Beach every couple days for deliveries, but this go around, my skiff got a little banged up. Sky is supposed to be fixing it right now, but that man always has his head up in the clouds,” Wind rolls his eyes, and you laugh. You may not know very much about the carpenter, but even just from meeting him you could tell he wasn’t the most present man in the world.

“Either way, I like staying in Hateno. The fishing around here isn’t too bad, and I’ve had a lot of time to get seashells to make gifts for my sister. Oh! Once my ship is back up, I’ll ferry you down to Lurelin, and you can meet her! I bet the two of you will get along.” Wind seems excited at his own plans, quickly standing up and tucking his fishing rod away.

“I’m gonna go bother Sky about my ship again! Have fun fishing!!” Wind shouts, peeling off down the road before you can even think to respond. You stare after him for a while before laughing, shaking your head in exasperation before casting your line back into the stream. You’ll have to get better so he won’t have to hold back the next time you compete against him.

[winningmymind]

Part 3 Kevaaron/Andreil based off this aftg au post. Part 1, Part 2

Andrew blankly stares at a yawning Aaron. “Why are you here?”

They're standing in the parking lot. The four of them.

“Night practice.” Aaron tiredly replies, not bothering to mask his yawn. He's lugging an overstuffed backpack full of notebooks and a secondhand laptop.

Immediately, Andrew turns his sharp gaze onto Neil and Kevin, who are pretending to look innocent, idly hanging back a safe distance just in case it all goes south. At least Neil has the guts to look Andrew straight in the face. Kevin just glues his eyes to Aaron's sleepy demeanor.

He offers up his last energy protein bar from his pocket, the one that actually tastes decent, unlike the bland flavors Kevin attempts to urge the Foxes to eat. Aaron absently takes and devours it, unaware or uncaring of Kevin’s tiny prideful smile at the brief grazing of their fingers.

“You two are up to something. Don't like it.” Andrew clocks the strikers in a heartbeat, but doesn't press any further. Not now. He stalks off to the car and the rest of them obediently follow.

In the bleachers, Andrew and Aaron take a seat while Neil and Kevin run through drills. Andrew would usually take a nap or watch the Exy junkies with a bored expression until it was time to go. This time his attention is solely on Aaron, who's sitting a few spaces to the left of him reviewing notes. 

Aaron isn't sparing a single glance at his brother, although he can feel Andrew's demanding stare that they should talk to each other. He's always doing that when Aaron's in the middle of studying nowadays. Another non-verbal cue Bee suggested Andrew do to get Aaron’s attention, a softer way of expressing want instead of his usual rough edges. It both irritates and pleases Aaron.

“What?” Aaron gives in and angles his head to the side.

“You're at night practice, but you aren't practicing.”

“Could say the same for you.”

“I'm the driver. Your excuse?”

“Ask them for the details.” Aaron points at Neil and Kevin running across the court like madmen and then returns his focus on studying.

Andrew doesn’t need to be told twice and stands up, scaling down the bleachers. The sudden movement startles Aaron for a moment, and he watches his twin march like he’s on a mission. Kevin and Neil notice from their peripheral, jogging up to meet Andrew halfway.

“Finally come to join us?” Kevin’s too pumped from adrenaline to remember how foolish that sounds.

“Silence.” Andrew presses a finger to his lips, shaking his head at Kevin's frown. He turns to Neil next, locking eyes with him. “I've warned you once. Don't make me say it again.”

“We haven't even done anything.” Neil wipes the sweat from his brow, lying through his teeth. He didn't think Andrew would catch on so soon.

Kevin nods in agreement, feigning ignorance. “Andrew, you're interrupting training. Either gear up and play or standby.”

“You aren't fooling me.” Andrew tells them, slightly tilting his head in his twin's direction, who shouldn't be here at all. “You two don't talk to what's mine unless I say so. And I never gave permission.”

It's true. On the court and during Wymack's mandated practices, Kevin and Neil are only allowed to talk directly to Aaron in a team setting, or if Nicky’s present, never ever alone. Reason being is that they're not exactly subtle. Every one of the Foxes knows Kevin and Neil have the hots for Aaron and Andrew. Except for, maybe, Aaron. 

He's somehow both bright and dense and completely untrained in realizing someone wants him if not explicitly told. A fact that amazes/annoys Andrew and tickles Nicky silly.

Aaron never picks up on Kevin's favoritism. Nicky's been Aaron's only exposure to guys flirting and coupling up, and since Kevin isn't nearly as flashy or intense or bold, Aaron remains clueless. 

Andrew, however, was able to pinpoint Neil's exact fascination toward him from the special treatment he keeps receiving. Neil always comes to Andrew seeking genuine conversations, not the standard small talk he does with the rest of their teammates, and constantly looks elated whenever he discovers anything new about Andrew like a pirate getting lost treasure.

This day was bound to happen. Andrew just lying in wait, preparing for when the Exy junkies would want more than a runner's high as their fix. Whatever they’re planning, it would get them nowhere in the Minyard twins’ pants, Andrew would make sure of it.

“We didn't abduct Aaron. If that's what you're thinking. He came on his own free will.” Kevin says.

Andrew isn't impressed. “Playing dumb still? You will regret it.”

“Too late for that. Aaron's going to tag along until finals.” Neil shrugs.

Andrew quirks a brow at that. “Exy or exams?”

“Both… I think?”

“You're a dead man walking.” Andrew’s eyes light up dangerously. Neil doesn’t fold.

“Eh, heard it before.” Then Neil’s voice takes on a teasing lilt. “Plus, you wouldn’t want to get rid of me too fast. Not when Aaron and I cut a deal where I look over his math? You know how sensitive he is about his grades.”

Andrew clenches his fists and spins on his heel, leaving Neil and Kevin to return to the bleachers, less he slice them up with his many hidden knives should their conversation continue. Neil and Kevin can practically see the murderous mood he's in. In the time that they were talking, Aaron had made his backpack a pillow and fallen asleep, the protein bar not enough to keep him awake. Andrew sits closer to Aaron's outstretched form like a guard dog, staring daggers in Neil and Kevin's direction.

“Could've gone worse. I'd count this as a success.” Neil’s satisfied.

“Remind me. How is this a success again?” Kevin huffs.

Neil looks at Kevin with wide eyes, like Kevin should be able to read his thoughts and simply get it. That makes Kevin scowl deeply at him and Neil sighs.

“I made a loophole to speak to Aaron without consequences and Andrew cares too much about Aaron to fuck that up, meaning I’ve postponed my death by his hands so far.” Neil explains and then he pokes Kevin in the chest. “Now, it’s up to you to find a way to bypass Andrew’s Don’t-Talk-To-My-Twin rule for us to really woo them.”

“How do I do that?”

“Common ground.”

“Like what?”

“Two words.” Neil holds up two fingers. “Medical history.”

And the intangible light bulb floating above Kevin’s head cuts on, shining brightly like his eyes as Neil's genius comes into fruition. There’s a plethora of documentaries about medicine, doctoring, and diseases that Kevin knows will pique Aaron’s interest for a marathon on a Saturday afternoon or Sunday morning when they’re visiting Columbia. He could get Aaron to laze about with him on the couch for hours, bonding maybe, make it a routine, make it their thing even.

Kevin Day has never been so ecstatic that his and Aaron’s majors smoothly overlap for this to be considered possible.

"I'll distract Andrew. You handle Aaron."

They clack rackets and then get back to night practice drills. 

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[zengguos]

a few more yellowjackets soccer hcs floating in my head:

● the defense line are the closet with each other. genlissa left side (sorry jenna, melissa's not midfield material to me, those reaction times, runs and the stalking positioning is giving left back vibes) and lottielee right side. the group tease lottielee for picking up each other's habits like the little lip smile laura lee does, lottie ends up unconsciously doing it too. sometimes van gets super pissed in high pressure matches and has to tell genlissa off for chatting too much because they're her weaker side.

● they usually run a 4-4-2 formation, but change to 3-5-2 by putting lottie in defensive mid-field for pressure, support and coverage if by half time they're tieing/losing (laura lee fully controlling defense now). coach martinez's strategy that he tells lottie to do when she's placed there — "take them down. no matter how risky it is, you're taking them down." and she takes that very seriously and literally. 💀

● lottie is the "emergency goal-keeper". one match van got potentially injured and had to be subbed off. they didn't have the second string or jv keeper on the bench, so lottie had to switch positions with the logic behind it being "she's got big hands, the tallest and has the best footwork, she can cover post to post the best." — every one jokes about that match.

● lottie being given the throw ins and she launches the ball across the field (prime stoke city rory delap style haha).

● tai and van do additional practice at the local park field for a few hours on saturdays. tai is open for anyone to come join them. usually the others show up for a while (laura lee, lottie, jackie dragging shauna along) just to hang out and mess around. but, unspokenly, this time is used for anyone that needs an excuse to get out of their house, away and disconnected from their family stressors and pressures. nat goes to every single one and is usually the last person on the field. they assume it's to make up on the practices that she has missed, but it is because she doesn't want to go back home.

● still keeping that original character pitch of nat being made to join an extra curriculum as part of her deal with the principle to avoid being expelled and stay at the school.

● nat got her first set of cleats from the old starter senior right winger in her freshman year before she left — telling nat that she had natural talent for this. which made nat decide she wanted to play in that position and take the sport more seriously to the point she made varsity in her sophomore year as it felt like someone looked out, supported and had faith in her in the past, present and future for the first time.

● nat is their corner taker for both sides. she knows how to pick a target and start a movement of play from analysing the positions everyone is in. communicating the play she is about to set up with hand signals. usually it's just aiming for lottie's tall head in the middle of the pack that ends up being a guaranteed goal. 😭

● "now look what you've done! now you've made robin cry." van would always say when the lockeroom drama has gotten too intense — that idea makes me laugh so much. I love it.

● laura lee has major team mom vibes when they have away matches. she is the friend that has everything in her huge duffle bag. need a band-aid? a spare hair-tie? didn't bring anything to eat or drink? feeling sick, do you want some tylenol? need some deodorant? mints to cover up your alcoholic breath? broke something? well let her whip out the portable sewing kit she carries around with her and fix it for you before the match. if she doesn't have what you need, she knows who will.

● we know jackie got made captain for nationals. so, I hc laura lee is the vice captain for nationals and takes the band when jackie is subbed off. if jackie is influence, laura lee is balance. she's stubborn and headstrong enough for it, but also compassionate and mindful. she does bring a clear balance to the other hotheads and she is a team player compared to those who are more individualistic in the team, or simply don't want the pressure of leading, or have the experience. she doesn't let the girls the opinions weigh on her, or attitudes waiver her resolve and we see that she can bite back and tease too. she also allows people to have their voice with her and brings that open space for challenges and discussions. she does have captain qualities but not on jackie's level of charisma, infulence and outright vocalness. she's the next best pick to lead if you compare her to the others and their attitudes and reactions to that responsibility in that setting.

● tai was upset over not getting captain or vice captain for nationals.

● shauna is the fastest and likes to flaunt it. tai likes to try and race her every warm up with the full pitch line to line exercise to see if she can finally beat her. but, nat and melissa are the closet to always nearly catching shauna up.

● you just know other teams hated going against the varsity team. not because they were undefeated or had lots of skill and talent. it was purely on their attitude! they were totally the villains of the season that every school in the state wanted to topple on attitude alone. but, they were so good psychologically at getting into people's heads on the pitch. that's how they were able to pull off most of their plays — the cutthroat mentality! influence, power, pressure and risky sometimes boarding dirty tricks. you didn't want to give up possession with them because that was a instant game-over if they were able to control the narrative of the game even down goals. they will and can take you into the last minutes of the game — it's not over until the final whistle.

● mari gets her yellow cards mostly as a disciplinary warning. she keeps flashing her middle finger to the opposition players. ball goes out of play? "ayyyyyy" *wags her finger fingers at them*. scores a goal? middle fingers celebration. the opposition team player pisses her off? boom middle finger. jackie does tell her off for it, but lightly because she does it too. she finds it funny and also joins in too if her and mari have done a set play that's paid off — love the sassy striker duo.

● "things must be grim if you're subbing in." / "I was just decoy bitch!" mari support!! mari being the tactical sub in!! mari being the ultimate assistance!! as the second striker she is supposed to track back and press constantly so jackie can make those runs. oh she is the pit girl because she is the one that is expected to fill the hole between the oppositions defense and mid-field by going in deep and allowing jackie the space to get that opportunity to score.

● when the ref puts the free kick spray down for the ball position, mari will try (or be tempted to try) and quickly scoop the foam up and change the spot positioning. she did that last match before their state final match which got her replaced on the starting line up by allie as her punishment. but, coach martinez does quietly respect her audacity because "in the adult world, in real life, nothing is a 100% fair. survival isn't fair." which makes ben eye roll.

● mari is a serial diver too, like she will take the opportunity to go down in the box if there's a challenge on her so they can call for a penalty kick. tai is their go to penalty kicker and she has a 100% record (she knows how to shoot her targets).

● jackie really does have a passion for soccer. it is one of things she knows she loves despite everything going on in her head, that makes her feel like she is connected to her body and a part of something; living, breathing and in control the ball leaving her feet for the pay off. she goes to see the friday night college matches at rutgers with shauna.

● jackie is the one who creates the little team dances to van's mixtapes as her own little pre-match ritual to get into the headspace. everyone slowly/unknowingly just started copying her moves until it became the joint team dance before every match. jackie/van pre-match lockeroom hypewomen.

● during the school fundraising day: mari, van and jackie worked their asses off to get the most funds in the sports department by running a food stall. mari with her full on cook out of homemade family recipe meals, van with her theatrical persuasive selling skills to get more people to buy more, jackie with her popular pull of attracting people's attention to the stall.

● their little varsity initiation tradition into the first team is making you wear the disgustingly stinky yellowjackets wasp mascot costume after the first pep rally with the team that you have to do the "buzz! buzz! buzz!" chant and dance in.

● they have bets on who gets carded during the match (lottie is the safest option to put your money on). but, there's also a rule that if you do get carded you have to chip in to pay for the post-match pizza for everyone who didn't. it is also a team tradition that the person with the most cards throughout the season has to organise the end of season party as the punishment (which jackie ends up helping with anyways).

● during post-match pizza parties van makes them hit up the arcade with her and there's an all out war. jackie, tai, lottie, nat and van (and secretly shauna despite being terrible at them) get super competitive in trying to beat each other in mortal kombat and street fighter. laura lee doesn't like playing the fighters, but is insanely good at racing games like daytona usa and rave racer which pisses van off because she can't ever beat her. (yes I'm keeping the pilot script childhood best friends between van and laura lee running).

● all the seniors instantly adopted akilah and were pissed when the coach chose allie to move up to varsity from jv and start over her.

● smoking sessions behind the gym before practice usually with nat, lottie and shauna after ap history. but, they have to keep rotating spots because ben keeps busting them for it.

● the photos at the reunion were taken by jackie (and misty). jackie was on the yearbook committee too and always had a disposable camera on her, snapping away. she would give one to misty to capture random moments between the girls too when she's too busy playing to capture the moment.

● misty tries to help beyond being just equipment manager. she writes strategies, player weaknesses and strengths for the team and their opposition in her horrendously amazing lisa frank white cat themed notebooks (laura lee has the horse one that misty gifted her for her birthday that she uses). she shows her strategies to ben during practice. he skims through them and loosely praises her enough to make her happy, but doesn't really push for them against coach martinez's strategies in the varsity team on game day (but does try some with jv). jackie does genuinely read them though and tries to push them into their tactics with her plays.

● ben usually does take over practices because the only team coach martinez cares is when it's match day and he reworks all ben's plans. he gets annoyed that the credit gets given to coach martinez when ben is the one doing the majority of the work with varsity and jv. everyone knows ben is the true head coach at heart.

[authorautumnbanks]

Accidentally Dating (20)

Summary: A series of accidental dates and meetings between Kagome and Satoru over the years.

Pairing: KagomexSatoru

Series Master list

Kagome stares at the blonde-haired green-tipped sorcerer across from her in the brown chair. Why on Earth is Naoya here? And why is he seeking her out? As much as Dad likes to keep her away from the politics side of Jujutsu, she's still heard about Naoya's preferences. Well, more like Satoru went on a rant about how awful Naoya is and why Kagome should steer clear of him during clan get-togethers.

"Satoru is not here," she says, though it is more than obvious that Satoru is busy with missions because if Satoru were here, he'd come marching over before Naoya could even pull the chair out. Kagome taps a finger on the table, drawing Megumi's attention away from Naoya and back to his meal.

The girls are off shopping with Mom, and Sota is doing a mission with Dad. Frankly, Kagome blames Satoru and InuYasha for Sota's interest in exorcising curses. Where did her sweet, innocent baby brother go? Now he's all about exorcising curses and balancing future shrine duties.

"Ain't come here for him. Came out to see ya," Naoya replies, taking a sip of his beverage. He grimaces and then sets it down. Guess fast food isn't his scene.

"Why?"

"Because," Naoya starts, resting his arm on the red table. "There's been a lot of chatter lately about the Gojos trying to monopolize the clan techniques of the Zenin and Kamo."

Kagome blinks. "I fail to see what that has to do with me, a Higurashi."

Naoya's upper lip curls up for a moment before he redirects the snarl into something more pleasant. His smile is creepy. It doesn't reach his eyes, and all it does is show the cracks in this facade.

"Just get to the point, please. Megumi-chan and I are busy." Okay, so she's being rude, but Naoya was rude first. He could have asked if he could join them or he could have just said hi and been on his way. But that would have been too much—too polite—for the next likely leader of the Zenin clan.

"It's a date," Megumi corrects, dipping a French fry into the ketchup. He's wearing a black shirt with a band Kagome doesn't recognize and shorts. His hair is as spiky as ever, but looks somehow more contained, as if he attempted to brush it down.

Naoya's nostrils flare. "I've wanted you since the first day we met. That hasn't changed. If you don't want a war, then it would be best if we got married to keep clan tensions down."

Kagome laughs, the sound bordering on a shriek like a hyena. She waves her hands in front of her. "Kami, warn a girl before you drop a joke like that. You and me? Married?" She clamps her lips together, but the laughter bubbling in her throat is too great. She laughs again. This time she covers her mouth with her hand and tries to pull it together.

Naoya's face turns as red as InuYasha's fire rat robes. A big, ugly vein throbs in the middle of his forehead, which only makes Kagome laugh harder because this boy cannot be serious. She's faced scarier demons, and if Naoya gets out of pocket, she'll just confine him within a barrier until Satoru or Dad arrives.

Kagome glances at her nails. Yeah, she'd prefer not getting her hands dirty today if she can help it. She just got them done.

"You can't marry Kagome," Megumi says. "She doesn't love you. She loves me."

"Awww, Megumi, you are the sweetest!"

"Naturally."

"AHEM!" Naoya clears his throat as he leans back in the chair, placing his hands on his lap. "I am serious. War is the last thing any of us wants."

Kagome sighs. "I don't care for war either, but with all due respect, why do you think the Gojos should fear it? Wouldn't it be better to make peace? Declaring war is a sure way to get on InuYasha's and Megumi's bad side. You want the techniques back in the clan, so you declare war on the people they care about?"

Naoya exhales. His whole body vibrates with tension. "Break off the engagement with Satoru and marry me instead. Whatever he paid for you, I can double it."

Kagome narrows her eyes. "I am not something that can be bought."

Naoya cocks his head to the side. "He paid a price years ago." He blinks and then chuckles to himself. "Ah, I see. He never told you how much he paid for you? How he and his father negotiated with your grandfather at his birthday party." Naoya stands, making no move to grab his trash. "If you ever want a man who wants you for you and not what you can do, you know where to find me."

Kagome grits her teeth, forcing her lips to quirk up into a tight smile as she maintains eye contact with Naoya. She knows Naoya is only seeking to sow doubts, and she should ignore his words, but she can't. Naoya, despite all his faults, isn't completely stupid, so surely, he knows she can go to Satoru for confirmation.

Which is the problem.

There's some truth to what Naoya is saying. She wonders why he didn't lead with that or was he going to 'pay' for her without her knowing.

"Thank you for an unpleasant chat," Kagome says, hoping Naoya will finally get the hint and leave.

He frowns and then turns with a flourish, jutting his chin out as he strides out of the WacDonalds as if he is some king and everyone else is peasants.

"I'm never going to the Zenin clan," Megumi announces, reaching for his water. "And if I ever do, the first thing I will do is kick him out and put you in charge."

Kagome laughs. Megumi-chan says the silliest things. "Let's hope it never comes to that." She brushes her hand over her hair and smiles.

Megumi sticks his bottom lip out in concentration.

"Not here, Megumi," Kagome says, pulling her hand away. "But if you ever want to play a prank on him... Satoru would be more than willing to help you pull it off."

"Cool," Megumi says, with as much emotion as a rock. "My first choice."

"Oh, you never know when you might need Satoru. You should be nicer to him." She points to his half-eaten nuggets. "Finish your food and then we can stop by an arcade. Deal?"

Megumi nods his head and goes back to eating his food.

Kagome covers her mouth with her hand, pretending to yawn to hide the sigh. She just can't get Naoya's words out of her head. She'll talk to Satoru later tonight. No need to bother him while he's working.

Besides, she can't see Gramps agreeing to something like that.

She pushes her food to the side and glances out the window. Stupid Naoya, ruining her mood.

Kagome sits on her bed with a white towel around her shoulders, keeping her pink silk robe from getting wet. She sighs as she dries her hair as best she can while she waits for Satoru to get back. He said his missions were running a bit longer. Why he keeps taking on more missions is beyond her.

"Maybe it's because of that demon attack," she says, frowning. They still need to go back and meet with Benzaiten and Ryuren. Maybe they should take Suguru? Kagome stands and drops her towel into the hamper. She runs her fingers through her hair, working out the tangles. Everyone, except for her and Gramps, is at the estate. If she were at the estate, then she could sit down at her vanity instead of her bed or the desk.

10:00 PM.

Kagome blows out a breath. She can't focus on anything other than this talk with Satoru. Sure, she could ask Gramps... but... if she can't talk to Satoru about something like this, what's going to happen when they get married?

Her phone buzzes on the desk.

Satoru?

She picks up the phone and frowns. Suguru. Any other time she'd be happy to hear from him, but she really wants to see Satoru. That conversation with Naoya has been weighing on her all day.

Suguru: Can I come by tomorrow for some more candy?

Kagome wrinkles her nose. She almost wants to tease him about that because this text can be taken in so many ways.

Kagome: Are the gauges not holding up?

Suguru: Yeah, but I like the candy too and I'm about out of it. Unless you're busy tomorrow.

Kagome: That's fine, but Suguru, if you need help stopping your addiction, I got a number you can call.

Suguru: HA. HA. Satoru steals from my stash.

Kagome shakes her head. She goes to type out a response when there's a knock on the window. She turns, half expecting InuYasha, but sees Satoru instead.

Why is he knocking on the window when he has a key to the house?

Kagome unlocks the window and opens it. "Can you even fit?"

"Couse I can, Gome-chan. You scared?" Satoru pulls his shades down and winks.

Kagome crosses her arms. "Says the man who passed out at the mention of a hand job."

"That's different!" he splutters. Satoru eyes the window and enters legs first. He grunts as he hunches his shoulders and slithers into the bedroom. When he stands, he grabs his right shoulder and pops it back into place.

"You really dislocated your shoulder so you could fit?"

"Told ya I can."

"Mhmm." Kagome sits on her bed and pats the space next to her. "I need to talk to you."

"Oh no," he starts. "If you're breaking up with me, I do not accept, so you're stuck with me for eternity."

"Lucky for you, that's not why I want to talk to you. Now sit." She crosses her legs and angles her body towards him. "I ran... or rather, Naoya joined Megumi and me for lunch today."

"What?"

"He just sat down and went on and on about how the other clans are upset about Megumi being under the clan's care and how the Kamos are still upset about InuYasha."

Satoru spikes his hand through his hair and then takes his shades off, hanging them on his jacket. "Yeah, the old man was complaining about the Kamos when I asked his help with Megumi. Do you need me to take him out?"

"Uh...no?" Kagome chuckles. Naoya is annoying, but that doesn't mean he needs to be killed for it. "That's not really what I wanted to talk to you about, though. I mean, he did allude to a war, and I quickly shut that down because the other clans would be wiped out if it came to that. Plus, I think it's just stupid," she rambles, trying to find the right way to say what she needs to say without coming off as accusing.

"Kagome." Satoru places a hand on her thigh. His ears are red.

Ah, he must have just noticed she's only wearing a robe. She should tease him about it.

"Naoya offered to double whatever you paid for me. He said the transaction happened at your party, and if I wanted someone that wants me for me, and not my abilities, then to come find him."

Satoru stills. He doesn't blink. It doesn't even look like he is even breathing.

"Satoru?"

"I'm going to kill him. Suguru can hide the body in that worm of his."

That's not...

"Satoru, wouldn't it be better to torture Naoya with our happiness instead?"

He frowns. "But I want to rip his heart out and make him eat it. Maybe I should rip his tongue out instead and make him choke on it for the audacity." He rubs his forehead and inhales. "Obviously, I didn't pay for you. Naoya tried to have his father to buy you and Gramps, of course, wasn't going for that. The Zenins tried to put pressure on Gramps and insinuated they would bankrupt him into giving you up." He exhales as his hand squeezes her thigh. "I've always thought of you as mine. At first, when I told you, you were my wife, it was to get the Zenins to back off."

Satoru sighs again. "Man, this isn't how I envisioned this going."

"I'm not mad," Kagome says. "I just wanted to know the context."

Satoru lowers himself off the bed and kneels in front of her. "I was going to wait, but I could always do this twice."

"Do what twice?"

Satoru reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

"Satoru."

"I always keep it on me," he admits, as he opens the black velvet box. The ring is beautiful. A diamond in the middle with two sapphire stones on the sides. It's simple and yet somehow flashy, like Satoru. A mix of their personalities. "And I promised you, didn't I? That one day I would ask. So, Kagome, will you marry me on my 18th birthday at midnight?"

Kagome closes her eyes to stop from laughing. "At midnight?" She opens her eyes and reaches for him, pulling his face closer to hers. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" She kisses him, distinctly aware of him moving her hand down and sliding the ring on her finger without breaking momentum.

"Is that a yes?" he breathes, still kneeling in front of her.

Kagome rolls her eyes. "Shut up and kiss me again."

***

A/N: "Is Kagome technically the oldest?" - InuYasha is really the oldest, but as far as others are aware, it goes: Kagome, Satoru, InuYasha, Sota. Then it goes: Tsumiki, Mimiko and Nanako, and then Megumi.

"Wait until Megumi finds out they're marrying soon." - Oh, Megumi is going to be so upset the next time he sees Kagome and sees that ring.

"Have the Kamos figured out which bastard or secret love child Himari is yet?" - No, but they are still searching, which will probably lead them to finding Noritoshi and then declaring their clan is more blessed because they have two sorcerers that can use blood manipulation (Noritoshi and InuYasha).

"Don't end it until we get a family haircut day." - I made a note of this. I no longer trust myself to remember things without writing it down.

"How long til this story ends?" - Maybe 3 or 4 more chapters.

Thanks for reading! Wishing everyone a wonderful, productive week ahead! Make sure to get plenty of rest and drink your water. Next update will be Stranded.

[iri-vail]

i love video games i really really really do but lately they have been testing me

[nochepsicodelica]

NSFW

"What are you doing? It's two in the morning, doll," Toji's voice drawls out, sleep morphing his voice into something quiet and gravelly.

You pause the show you have playing on your phone and look up at Toji, who's leaning against the dining room entryway. He has two random clumps of his hair sticking out, his eyes are slightly puffy with sleep, and there's this pout on his face that just pieces it all together.

"I woke up and wanted something sweet. I had a bite of cake and an orange. Well, two oranges," you say, giving him a glimpse of the progress you've made on the second one. He hums and goes quiet, groggily watching you continue to eat the fruit. "Go back to sleep, baby," you coo. "I'll head back in a few minutes."

"Come back, now. I'm tired," Toji says, crossing his arms over his chest. He really looks like the grumpiest of bears.

You chuckle at the almost whiny sound in his voice. "Five minutes."

"No. Too long."

"Three minutes?" You counteroffer.

Toji shakes his head. "No, baby. Now."

"But..." you hold up your remaining two pieces of orange.

"Finish up. I'm waiting on you."

You sigh and stuff the two pieces of orange in your mouth, before standing up to wash your hands.

You follow behind Toji as he leads you through the dark hallway, back to the bedroom. He waits for you to walk in before shutting the door and joining you on his side of the bed. Immediately, he tries to steal all your warmth, because the sheets and the blanket feel cold on his naked torso and his legs. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and throws an arm over your chest, while his legs trap one of yours between them. He's all consuming.

"Why'd you get out of bed?" You murmur, stroking the back of his head. Toji lets out a quiet grunt, falling silent, again, after. You smile and stop talking so that he can go back to sleep. You bring your phone up and start scrolling through your socials, only to earn another quiet, but more disapproving grunt. "Sorry," your whisper, turning down the brightness of your screen.

"Turn it off, ma. It's too early for you to be awake," Toji chides.

"But I can't go back to sleep. I'm not tired," you explain.

"I can put you down. Just turn it off, alright?"

You sigh, defeatedly, and turn your screen off, before setting it on your nightstand.

"Turn onto your side," Toji tiredly mumbles, instructing you so that he can turn as well and spoon you. His arm goes over your waist and below your shirt to caress the bare skin of your tummy. His thumb slowly strokes your soft skin, moving back and forth in a soothing manner. "Relax," he says, coaxing a relieved sigh out of you. "There you go. You've got sugar in your system, now, ma. It might take a little longer to get you to sleep."

"Sorry," you mumble into your pillow. Your eyes don't feel heavy and you don't feel the least bit sluggish. It always feels nice to have Toji rub your tummy, and this method of getting you to sleep is ninety-nine point nine percent effective, the point one percent being this time.

"I don't think me rubbing your stomach is gonna save you this time," Toji says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. He gets a quiet, disappointed sigh from you, followed by silence. He doesn't want you to feel bad. You're not the first person ever to wake up craving something so badly that it doesn't let you stay asleep, and tummy rubs aren't the only method he uses to help you get to sleep. "Want me to go down there and make it all better?" He murmurs.

"You need to sleep, too," you say, considering his own tiredness.

"I'll sleep just fine without you tossing and turning all night. Let me help you."

So, you do. You let him go under the blanket and pull your shorts and underwear down, both in one go. You feel his lips on your thighs, slowly making their way towards the part of you that very quickly grew needy, and once his tongue makes contact with you, your first instinct is to bend your knees and plant your feet on the mattress.

"Relax, baby," Toji says, under the blanket. His hands push on your thighs so that your legs go down, again. "Don't tense up too much. We're getting you to sleep, 'kay?"

"Sorry," you mumble, shutting your eyes to allow yourself to focus on the way Toji's mouth works on you. His hands stay on your thighs and rub your skin, soothingly, with the same gentleness he uses for the tummy rubs he gives you.

All that can be heard as Toji builds you up through the quietness of the night, are your soft breaths and the rustling of sheets, as you squirm and slightly arch off the bed. His tongue offers gentle licks to your clit, before he envelops the sensitive bud with his lips and starts suckling on it. Every time your legs go up, he hums against your cunt and pushes them back down, and it keeps going this way until he's had enough. You don't listen and he's corrected you multiple times, so he had to resort to locking your thighs in place with his arms.

"T-Toji," you whimper out, writhing under him and the relentlessness flicking of his tongue. "Please- Please?"

"Shh... I know, baby," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your cunt, before continuing.

Your legs are quivering and it's so hard to lie still when you've been edged and denied of your orgasm three times, now—all work done by solely his mouth. His soft, warm tongue has been lapping at you for long enough to have thin strings of your arousal and his saliva connecting you to him, even for a mere second, before those strings snap.

It doesn't take much more than Toji sucking on your over sensitive clit for a couple seconds, for you to finally get that powerful orgasm you've been grasping, but never fully reaching. Your toes curl, your hips roll against the mattress as your back arches off the bed, and you gasp sharply, a sound that leads the rest of your sounds of pleasure out, as Toji helps you ride out the sensation. While, normally, he would be a little mean and overstimulate you, even just the slightest bit, he opts out of it, this time, because the purpose of this from the start was to get you to sleep, and based off the sounds you made, Toji knows you're going to sleep so good.

Once you've calmed down, your breathing steadied and your body still on the bed—now entirely relaxed—Toji cleans you up with his tongue. Slow, gentle strokes, because despite this act of kindness being for you to achieve rest, he can't—doesn't want to—waste your sweet essence.

When he's done, he slides your underwear back on and uses your shorts to wipe his face, before tossing them somewhere behind him on the bed. Toji peeks out from under the blanket and takes in your peaceful expression. Your eyes are shut, not a crease in your brows, and your breaths come softly through your nose. This is it.

He tries to be as careful as possible when crawling back up to his side of the bed, not wanting to wake you up after just getting you to sleep. It seems like the coast is clear when his head hits his pillow and he carefully shifts so that he can watch you until he falls asleep. Then, he sees you stir and he starts thinking that maybe the orgasm didn't fully wear you out, but just left you dazed. He doesn't say anything when you briefly open your eyes to look at him, but when you lean in to leave a chaste kiss on his lips, he's furthermore silenced. Immediately after, you bury your face in his chest and doze off for sure, this time. Toji coils around you and instantly returns to his all consuming way of sleeping with you.

[melancholy-of-nadia]

i'm not sure?! (m) | jjk/pjm/kth

title: i'm not sure?!  pairing: jungkook x jimin x taehyung x show producer!reader(f)  rating/genre: m(18+) ; fluff, smut ; the canon idol au summary: You're a producer working on a BTS travel show, called "Are You Sure?!" staring BTS members Jimin and Jungkook, with their fellow member guest star Taehyung. Everything is going well on set as filming for the night comes to an end, but when Jungkook and Jimin inform you that they caught you staring at their shirtless bodies, things quickly escalate between you guys by the poolside. warnings: fluff, language, pwp, threesome, foursome, tit play, nipple play, licking, some body boob worship, blowjobs, hand jobs, eating out, multiple orgasms, ass slapping, light mlm moment, cumming, oral sex (m and f receieving), biting, praise, they all have a big dicks but they're different!, tatted jk and jimin is a warning in itself, jungkook is a bit more rough, jimin is soft :(((, taehyung dom tease!, insinuation that this is not their first rodeo lmfao, kisses note: i am watching are you sure?! and i've thought many thoughts... i hope this one shot can be prescribed to you and heal whatever insane and nasty intrusive thoughts you guys have when watching. i am a simple woman, but these men only slightly older than me have me wrecked :"))) also s/o to @daegudrama for editing despite her busyness total word count: 6.6k drop date: August 29th, 2024 5pm pst ao3 link

A day of filming wrapped as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery of Jeju Island.

The final shot had captured the last rays of sunlight glinting off the shimmering pool, where Jimin and Jungkook had been playfully splashing each other and playing mermaids, their laughter echoing through the tranquil evening air. The crew began to pack up the equipment, the usual post-shoot chatter filling the space as everyone prepared to unwind after another successful day.

You, the producer, had been watching the monitors closely, ensuring every moment was captured perfectly for "Are You Sure?"—the travel reality show hosted by BTS members Jimin and Jungkook. You’ve seen how their chemistry was undeniable since filming started out in the US in July. Now, once again, their camaraderie was infectious as they explored the beauty of Jeju, Korea with their fellow bandmate and guest star Taehyung by their side. Each outing in Jeju had been a hit: indoor rock climbing, go-karting, savoring omakase as well as other Jeju delicacies, and now, the pool at the luxurious house accommodation, where they seemed to find endless ways to entertain themselves, and the audiences who would eventually be watching this.

However, throughout this filming project, you found your eyes constantly lingering. The cool blue water rippled gently as Jimin and Jungkook clambered out, their naked torsos glistening in the fading light. It wasn’t the first time you’d caught yourself staring a little too long, mesmerized by the sight of them so effortlessly carefree and touchy. There was something about the way they moved, their playful energy, that made it hard to look away.

You shake off the thought. Get it together, Y/N! You finally got a big gig producing a reality show for BTS in your mid-20s and you cannot be ruining it over your lust. You sigh. Maybe the lack of touch and a relationship is really getting to you, but that’s what happens when you value your career above other mundane things. You have to remind yourself that you have to continue staying professional to make it to the end of filming this.

What you don’t know is that your stares haven’t gone unnoticed, especially by the youngest of the trio, Jungkook.

As you begin to collect your things, your heart skips a beat when you hear a voice call out to you.

“Hey, PD-nim. Can you come join us by the pool for a bit before you go,” Jungkook says, his tone casual, but his smile inviting. “We wanted to talk about tomorrow’s shoot.”

Jimin nods in agreement, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans against the edge of the pool. “Yeah, we’ve got some ideas for tomorrow. Plus, it’s a nice night—no reason to rush off, right?”

You hesitate for a moment, your mind racing. The day has been long, and you can feel the exhaustion settling in. But the chance to spend a few more moments in their company, even if just to discuss the next day's itinerary, is too tempting to resist.

“Uh,” you turn to look around at the other staff, seemingly wondering if you should stay behind.

However, the ones who notice the interaction shrug, seemingly wanting to go back to their accommodation next door and eat dinner. Great.

“Sure, I can stick around for a bit.” trying to keep your voice steady as you walk over to where they’re waiting.

All the staff but you fully exit, closing the large doors that encase you in this space with these beautiful men. You sit on one of the comfortable seats by the pool, nervously hugging your knees as you watch Jimin and Jungkook swim toward you. You notice Taehyung is still inside the living room, lying on the floor as he scrolls on his phone. “Is he coming to join us?” You ask, wondering if there are any concerns for tomorrow, wouldn’t it be good to have him hear this information too?  

“He’ll join us later~” Jimin answers, his tone sounding like he’s up to something, but his adorable smirk makes you not question it.

“Ah, alright.”

A brief silence follows as you look to Jimin and Jungkook to start the conversation, but instead, they exchange a glance and giggle.

You’re confused, but you recognize this as typical behavior from them. “Is there something wrong?”

Jungkook’s giggling becomes softer before it cuts, “You know, we’ve noticed you staring at us too much throughout the trip in America and here.”

Holy shit! They noticed!

Panic sets in. Oh no no no. Is this it? They probably think you’re creepy.  What if they think you’re some sort of sasaeng fan who somehow got involved in the production of this show to stalk them? 

You’ll be labeled a pervert, potentially losing your job and getting blacklisted from the industry. All because you couldn’t keep your eyes off of their beautiful faces… and bodies. It’s not your fault! While you were a fan of BTS years ago, you gave that up once you entered the entertainment industry a few years ago and started out as a production assistant. You’ve occasionally seen them at music and end of the year shows you worked on, but you gently admired them from afar, prioritizing your work over anything else.

“I–” You struggle to find the words to defend yourself. “I’m so sorry!” You cover your face with your hands, your words muffled. “I-I didn’t mean to! Y-You’re… He’s…”

The professional and stoic exterior you’ve maintained begins to crumble now that you’ve been caught red-handed.

But despite your panic, Jimin and Jungkook find your reaction completely endearing.

“She’s reacting exactly as cute as you said!” Jimin laughs, splashing water at Jungkook, who swims toward the pool ladder to get out.

“I didn’t realize she’d be this flustered, though!” Jungkook says, a hint of concern in his voice. He climbs out of the pool and walks toward you, dripping water onto the deck. “PD-nim, don’t worry about it.”

You peek through your fingers, still mortified, as Jungkook approaches, looking as attractive as ever with his body glistening from light reflecting on the remnants of water falling down his body. His expression is soft, reassuring, and it only makes your heart race faster.

Jimin lets out a soft chuckle. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re just teasing you,” His voice is light and teasing as he floats lazily in the pool “We’re not uncomfortable. It’s kind of flattering, actually.”

Jungkook nods, his expression gentle yet probing. “Yup! You’ve been nothing but professional this whole time. We just noticed that… maybe there’s more beneath the surface.”

Jimin gracefully lifts himself out of the pool and takes the seat on your other side. His presence is both comforting and disarming. “It’s like there’s something you’re holding back,” he adds, his tone hiding something deeper. “Something you’re denying yourself.”

You exhale slowly, trying to steady your nerves. Internally, you’re awestruck. It’s like they read you like a book. The intensity of their gazes still makes your heart race. Before you can respond, Jungkook’s eyes drop to your chest, his smile turning playful again.

“You know,” he says, “I noticed the black bikini top peeking out from under your tank top earlier.”

Your breath catches as his fingers touch the straps that tie behind your neck. You’d planned to swim later, after filming, wearing the bikini under your tank top and maxi skirt. Seeing how much fun they were having, you’d wanted to join in. But now, with their attention focused on you, you feel exposed in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

Jimin leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Why don’t you take off your clothes so we can see it better? We’ll help you~”

Take off your clothes?! Your heart pounds in your chest, the suggestion hanging in the air between you. The teasing is taking a turn, and you’re not sure how to respond. Saying no might kill the mood, and who knows what they’d think—or say. But if you say yes… there’s no telling where this might lead.

You’re not sure. But after a moment’s hesitation, you nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay…”

Jungkook gently takes hold of the hem of your tank top, his fingers brushing against your skin. His touch is both soft and deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine as he slowly lifts the fabric, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath catches in your throat as Jungkook pulls the tank top over your head, revealing the black bikini top beneath. Your cleavage and the roundness of your breasts are on full display, which makes them slightly more excited. The cool air hits your skin, making you acutely aware of how exposed you are. 

But the look in their eyes isn’t one of judgment—it’s something far more intense, more primal.

Jimin watches with a satisfied smile, his gaze flickering between you and Jungkook. “You don’t need to hide, okay?” he adds, his voice soft yet commanding. “We’re all just having a little fun, right?”

Jungkook’s hands linger on your waist, his thumbs brushing lightly against the skin just above the waistband of your maxi skirt. “This too,” he says, his voice almost a whisper as he hooks his fingers under the fabric.

You glance at Jimin, who nods encouragingly, his eyes dark with anticipation. There’s no turning back now, and a part of you doesn’t want to.

With a gentle tug, Jimin helps you slide the skirt down your hips, letting it pool around your feet. You stand up, stepping out of it. Now, your body is fully on display in the black bikini that suddenly feels far more revealing than it did before.

Jimin’s smile widens as his gaze travels over you, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “Wow, you look even better than I imagined,” he murmurs, his voice sending a thrill through you.

“She’s really pretty,” Jungkook’s hands trail up your sides, his touch light but possessive. “Let’s go in the pool for a swim,” he says softly, his eyes locked onto yours.

You’re momentarily thrown off by the sudden change of scenario, blinking in surprise. The intensity of the moment shifts, and both Jimin and Jungkook burst into soft giggles at your reaction. Before you can say anything, Jungkook takes your hands and, with a mischievous grin, pulls you up from the lounge chair.

In one swift motion, he lifts you into his arms, the strength in his hold both reassuring and thrilling. “Hold on tight,” he says, winking at you before he leaps into the pool, bringing you along with him.

“Huh!? Wahh!!” The water rushes around you, cool and refreshing as you both plunge beneath the surface.

When you resurface, laughing and splashing, Jimin stands at the edge, watching with amusement. “Wait for me!” he calls out before executing a perfect cannonball right between you and Jungkook, sending a wave of water crashing over both of you.

The three of you laugh as the playful atmosphere takes over. The tension from earlier dissolves into something lighthearted and fun. In the pool, you play a variety of games: splashing water at each other, racing from one end to the other, seeing who can hold their breath the longest, and even attempting to dunk each other under the water.

You become more familiar with them and vice versa.

Jimin and Jungkook take turns lifting you up and tossing you into the deeper end, your laughter echoing in the night. At one point, Jungkook even suggests a round of “chicken fight,” where Jimin hoists you onto his shoulders while Jungkook does the same with an imaginary opponent, both of you trying to push each other off into the water.

As the night progresses, the games become more relaxed, the three of you floating side by side, your bodies gently swaying with the ripples of the water. 

Maybe this is all that’s going to happen. Maybe you were overthinking any other scenario. They were just teasing you because you were staring at them throughout the filming. You guys are gonna call it a night, right?

Right–

“Y/N, can I touch your breasts.”

The sudden question jolts you out of your thoughts, and you quickly stand up in the pool, water cascading off your skin. Jungkook is closer now, his gaze fixed on you with a seriousness that wasn’t there before. His eyes are darker, a smoldering intensity taking over the playful spark you’re used to.

You swallow hard, caught completely off guard. “Is there… a reason?” you manage to ask, your voice coming out shakier than you’d like. You are on the bigger side than most girls here, so it’s not entirely surprising that your chest caught his eye.

Jungkook steps even closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “I’m just curious,” he says softly, his voice low and almost hypnotic. “I want to see how they feel.”

Your heart races, every nerve in your body tingling as the situation escalates far beyond anything you’d imagined. You can’t believe this is happening, and yet, there’s something in the way he looks at you that makes it impossible to say no.

“Uh… sure,” you respond, barely above a whisper, your cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

Jungkook’s hand moves slowly, deliberately, under the cup of your bikini top. His touch is tentative at first, as if he’s savoring the moment, but then his fingers press more firmly against your skin, exploring the softness with a deliberate curiosity. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his thumb brush against your nipple, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. 

The sensation is heightened by the sight of his tattooed right arm, the intricate patterns of his sleeve adding a dark contrast to his skin. The ink swirls and curves with every movement, the bold lines almost mesmerizing as his hand continues its exploration.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatens to escape, but you can’t help the way your body reacts to his touch. The water feels warmer now, the atmosphere is charged with sexual tension. Luckily the cameras outside are now off, but you still can’t let the staff in the building next door hear anything going on. 

Jimin, who had been floating nearby, quietly watching, now moves closer as well, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Jungkook,” he says softly, his voice a gentle reminder that he’s there too, “Don’t hog all the fun.”

Jungkook pulls back slightly, his hand still lingering on your skin as he glances at Jimin with a playful smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Jimin leans closer, his gaze intent and voice soft. “I’m going to touch you too, is that okay?”

You nod, anticipation and nervousness swirling within you.

Jimin’s hand moves under the bikini cup to grasp your left breast, his touch gentle yet confident as he begins to explore. His fingers graze and play with your nipple, causing a shiver to run through your body. His thumb and forefingers move in careful back and forth motions. Tenderly tweaking them, carefully observing the way your face reacts to his every touch. He appears as if he is under a trance, and looks at you with such a need in his eyes.

The sensation is heightened by Jungkook, who leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. 

“I’m gonna remove your top so I can suck on them a bit,” He says shyly, pausing for a moment to untie your bikini straps from the back of your neck and remove your bikini top, before lowering his head and softly pressing his lips to your nipple, his tongue darting out to tease. 

His hands push your breasts together as his tongue caresses the inner curves of your tits, swirling his tongue across them. Your hands are on his shoulders as he continues, licking every inch of your chest, nuzzling his face between them and leaving kisses along the path. His tongue flicks your right nipple and your breathing hitches in your throat. Despite the water in the way, you can feel yourself becoming wet from below.

Jimin watches, clearly intrigued, and soon follows suit, his mouth finding the other breast. He rubs his mouth along it, giving it a couple of kisses then wrapping his lips around it. Suctioning and taking in the tit with such hungry delight. 

You feel like you have whiplash, as you cry out from the warmth of their mouths on your skin, your back arches off of the wall of the pool. You want to touch them, reach for them, feel the silkiness of his hair in your grasp. 

But Jimin doesn’t let up, taking his time licking slowly around your areola until your nipple perks up, hard and stiff. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue, and with the sudden cold from the night air, it feels all too much. 

Jungkook looks up at you through his wet hair, through black lashes as he widens his mouth over your breast, his teeth bared, scraping the fat of your breast without ever breaking the skin. You cry out in a cluster of pleasure, maybe pain, as your senses are confused about all of the sensations at once.

Despite the feelings of them against you, their actions are synchronized and perfectly in tune with each other.

The pool’s gentle ripples and breeze seem to fade into the background as the focus narrows to the intimate touch of the two men. Their movements are tender and explorative, a blend of curiosity and desire that leaves you breathless and overwhelmed.

Your mind is fighting for dear life to stay sane and not lose to your animalistic urges,

“Let’s get out of the pool,” Jungkook commands, his voice firm yet enticing. “I want you to sit back on that daybed couch, baby.”

The shift in how he’s addressing you in the past 45 minutes is striking—both intimate and commanding. You nod, your body responding almost instinctively to his command as you all exit the pool. The three of you walk over to the poolside daybed, water dripping off your bodies, cooling in the night.

You sink into the plush cushions, the soft fabric cool against your heated skin. The daybed is large, designed for lounging, but right now, it feels like the center of something much more intense. Jungkook and Jimin kneel on either side of you, their knees pressing into the mattress as they lean over you, their wet bodies glistening under the soft pool lights.

You look at both of them, a daring thought forming in your mind. “I want to… lick at your chests too,” you say, your voice trembling slightly with a mix of eagerness, shyness and uncertainty.

The thought of exploring the contrasting textures of their skin, the difference in their nipples under your tongue, is almost overwhelming. You wonder how each will react, the mere anticipation making your breath catch.

Jimin’s eyes light up with a mischievous glint. “Go ahead,” he murmurs, his voice a blend of encouragement and desire. “We’re here for you.”

Jungkook watches intently, his gaze dark with expectation. “We’re all yours,” he says softly, his tone dripping with promise.

You reach out tentatively, your fingers brushing against their chests to feel the firmness of their muscles under your touch. The warmth of their skin sends a shiver down your spine as you explore the contours of their bodies. Your hands glide over Jungkook's chest first, pausing to tease his nipples with your fingertips gently. His breath hitches, a low hum of approval escaping his lips as he watches you with darkened eyes.

Encouraged by his reaction, you lean in closer, your mouth hovering just above his skin. You start with a soft kiss on his chest before taking one of his small chocolate nipples into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it in a slow, deliberate motion. Jungkook’s hand instinctively reaches up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he lets out a quiet groan of pleasure. His chest rises and falls more rapidly, his breathing growing heavier as you continue to tease him, alternating between gentle licks and firmer sucks.

The sound of his pleasure fuels your desire, making you want to elicit even more reactions from him. But as you pull back slightly, your gaze shifts to Jimin, who has been watching with equal intensity. His eyes are filled with anticipation, his lips slightly parted as if he’s already imagining what it will feel like when it’s his turn.

You move towards Jimin, your fingers tracing the outline of his chest as you did with Jungkook. His skin feels different—softer, yet still firm beneath your touch. Just below his right breast, he has a delicate script tattoo, the word "Nevermind" inked in elegant, flowing letters. You've always found it sexy, this handwritten tattoo adds a personal touch to his perfectly sculpted body.

His nipples are also differently shaped, bigger, and a bit lighter in color. You can feel the slight tremble in his body as you gently roll his nipple between your fingers before leaning in to taste him. Your mouth closes over his nipple, your tongue flicking against it in a teasing rhythm that draws a sharp inhale from him. His hand rests lightly on your shoulder, his grip tightening slightly as you continue to explore him with your mouth.

Jimin’s reactions are more subtle, yet no less intense. His soft moans mix with Jungkook’s heavier breathing, creating a symphony of sounds that only heighten your own arousal. The way their bodies respond to your touch, the contrast in their reactions, drives you to explore further, to discover just how much pleasure you can bring them.

You pull back slightly, glancing toward the large doors that separate the pool area from the rest of the accommodation. A flicker of concern crosses your mind, and you bite your lip before whispering, “You two need to stay quiet. We don’t want anyone overhearing us.”

Any slight mistake and you will lose your job, remember?

Jimin and Jungkook exchange a glance, their playful expressions tinged with a shared understanding. They nod, their eyes never leaving yours as they silently agree to your request. But just as you start to relax, your actions come to a stop when you feel them guiding your hands downwards, placing them on their lower bodies.

Your breath catches as your fingers wrap around their growing hardness, the heat and firmness of their cocks hidden under their swim trunks pressing against your palms. Jimin lets out a shaky exhale, leaning in close enough that you can feel his breath against your ear. “I’ve wanted to feel you so bad for months now,” he confesses, his voice low and thick with desire.

Jungkook, not to be outdone, adds in a hushed tone, his eyes glinting with a dark sparkle, “Me too. You don’t know how much you’ve been driving us crazy.”

Their words send a thrill through you, intensifying the moment. You didn’t realize you were having this effect on them. You look at them both, their shared longing evident in their eyes. Slowly, you pull their members out from their swim trunks, your heart racing as you position yourself between them, sinking to your knees on the cushioned daybed.

Oh fuck…

The size difference even extends to their dicks. Jungkook’s is much longer, with veins prominent on its sides. Jimin’s is shorter, but the girth is insane. You can’t help but imagine how they’d feel inside your pussy. No, you can’t get ahead of yourself Y/N. Not yet at least…

With a mixture of boldness and anticipation, you lean down, your lips parting as you begin to lick at their members, starting with soft, tentative strokes of your tongue. The sensation of their heated skin against your tongue is intoxicating, their quiet groans spurring you on. You alternate between them, your tongue tracing the veins along their lengths, savoring the contrast in texture and taste.

Jimin’s breath hitches as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his member, the salty taste mingling with the slickness of your saliva. His fingers suddenly tighten in your hair, but he remains obediently quiet, the tension in his body evident as he struggles to hold back his angelic voice.

You shift to Jungkook, taking him into your mouth with a slow, deliberate sucking. His quiet sounds of pleasure are like music to your ears, the low hums of approval vibrating. His hands rest on your shoulders, his grip firm but not forceful, guiding you as you take him deeper, feeling the way his body responds to every movement of your tongue.

At the same time, your hand reaches out to Jimin, wrapping around his throbbing length. You start stroking him with a steady rhythm, making sure to keep him engaged, the sensation of your fingers gliding over his slick skin keeping his arousal high. Jimin’s breath hitches, his eyes half-lidded with desire as he watches you.

The two of them try their best to stay quiet, but the occasional gasp, lust-filled phrases or whispered name of yours slips out, betraying their growing need. 

“You’re so good at this PD nim…”

“Y/N, you’re so fucking fine…”

“Such a good girl, Y/N…”

“Fuck, right there…”

The thrill of their restraint only heightens your own arousal, driving you to explore them further, your lips and tongue working in tandem to bring them closer to the edge.

While working your mouth over Jungkook, you feel Jimin’s hand sliding up your body, his fingers brushing against your wet skin before cupping your breast. His thumb grazes over your nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. The dual feeling—Jimin’s touch on your breast and Jungkook’s heat filling your mouth—intensifies the moment, driving you to pleasure them both with renewed focus.

The tension in the atmosphere thickens, all your quiet breaths turning into ragged gasps. You can feel the subtle changes in their bodies, the way their muscles tighten, and the way their grips on you grow firmer. The anticipation builds, and you know they’re close, teetering on the edge of release.

Jimin is the first to break the silence, his voice low and filled with need. “Y/N… can I come on your chest?” His eyes are dark with lust, the words almost a plea.

Jungkook isn’t far behind, his voice breathless and shaky as he adds, “And I–I want to come in your mouth. Is that okay?”

The heat in their words sends a shiver down your spine. You pause, looking up at them, their faces flushed with desire. 

“Y-Yes that’s fine with me,” You nod, your consent clear in your eyes and the slight smile that tugs at your lips.

With their requests granted, you resume your ministrations with renewed intensity. Your hands work in tandem, stroking their members with a firm, steady rhythm while your tongue flicks and teases them both. The taste of them lingers on your tongue, salty and intoxicating, driving you to push them further, to bring them to the edge of ecstasy.

Their breaths quicken, and you can tell they’re both struggling to hold back, to savor the moment as long as possible. But the pleasure is overwhelming, and soon their restraint begins to falter.

Jungkook’s voice is the first to crack, a desperate whisper as he warns you, “I’m close… so close…”

Jimin removes his hand from your hair. Instead, Jungkook’s hand, adorned with intricate tattoos and the bold "ARMY" inked across his knuckles, slides from your shoulder to your hair this time. The grip is firm and possessive, his fingers weaving into your strands with a fierce, almost primal hold. The veins beneath his tattooed skin pulsate as he uses his arm to guide you closer, pushing himself deeper into you with each powerful thrust. His tattooed bicep flexes with every movement, demonstrating his strength and control, while the rhythmic thrusts become more urgent.

Jimin's breath hitches as soft, erotic moans escape his lips, each sound laced with urgency to let go. His voice quivers, with a strained yet sensual whisper, “Me too… I’m going to come…” The words tumble out in a series of ragged breaths

With one last, deliberate stroke of your hand and a final suck, you push them both over the edge.

“F-Fuck!” Jimin lets out a guttural groan as he releases, his hot seed spilling onto your breasts, painting your skin with his pleasure. The warmth of it spreads across your breasts, the sensation almost surreal as you continue to stroke him, milking out every last drop.

At the same time, Jungkook’s hips buck slightly as he comes, the hot, salty taste of his release flooding your mouth. You swallow him down eagerly, your tongue swirling around him to milk him of every last bit. The taste of him lingers, warm and slightly bitter, but satisfying in a way that leaves you wanting more.

The sounds they make—those broken moans, the gasps of pleasure—echo in your ears, a symphony of gratification. Their bodies tremble with the aftershocks of their orgasms, their hands gentle but insistent as they guide you through the final moments of their release.

When they’ve finally come down from the high, their breathing ragged but steadying, they look down at you with a mix of awe and satisfaction. The sight of you, your chest slick with Jimin’s release and your lips still wet from Jungkook seems to stir something deeper in them—a shared sense of intimacy that goes beyond mere physical pleasure. Your fingers move instinctively, collecting Jimin’s release and bringing it to your lips, savoring the taste as you clean yourself, erasing the evidence of what just transpired. The sensation is both surreal and thrilling, the intimacy of the moment lingering in the air.

Jungkook's voice breaks through the haze, his tone a mix of innocence and desire. “PD-nim, can we do more with you?” His eyes sparkle with the same enthusiasm you’ve seen during filming, making it nearly impossible to deny him.

“H-Huh!? Oh…” you stammer, caught off guard. That look in his eyes—it’s almost impossible to resist. But a small voice in the back of your mind reminds you that you should be heading back before the other staff starts wondering where you are.

“C’mon, we’ll be quick!” Jimin adds, his voice smooth and coaxing, making it even harder to stick to your resolve. “We can eat you out, or we can penetr—”

Before he can finish, another voice cuts through the tension, startling you. “Oh… so that’s what you guys were doing?”

You turn your head sharply to see Taehyung standing there, now wearing swim trunks, with a smirk playing on his lips. Your heart races, the sudden realization hitting you like a wave. “Oh my God, I forgot about Taehyung…” you gasp, instinctively trying to cover yourself, though it’s far too late for modesty.

“Hey, I thought you were going to head to bed?” Jimin narrows his eyes at the slightly younger man. He must’ve been watching you all this entire time, he thinks.

He chuckles, an amused glint in his eyes as he takes in the scene. “I thought you guys were still playing in the pool or something… but I’m not surprised things ended up this way. You two are always up to shit like this.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, clearly unimpressed yet intrigued.

“Huh?” you manage to squeak out, your mind reeling. Always up to shit like this? What’s that supposed to mean–

Taehyung’s smirk deepens, and he steps closer. “Anyways, I’m bored. Let me join in too,” he says casually with a boxy smile, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I won’t disappoint heh~” 

He winks. HE WINKS! 

The three members of the BTS maknae line look at you deviously, waiting to pounce on you at your command.

“I don’t think we should be–”

“Are you sure?” Jimin and Jungkook say in unison.

“I… “ The title of the show is going to come back to haunt you.

“I’m not sure…?” You can’t find yourself to say no, having already gone to the deep end.

You will be closer to getting fired if you get caught at this rate, but to hell with it, “Okay, fine!” 

And immediately, they’re all over your body, reigniting the hidden flame in your heart that reminds you how much you loved them as a fan years before. You won’t survive this.

“Come over here,” Taehyung murmurs, his voice deep and commanding as he settles against the pillows of the daybed. He props himself up, making sure he’s comfortable, then motions for you to crawl in front of him.

Your heart races as you move into position, with Jungkook and Jimin on each side of you, their eyes dark with lust. The daybed is deep enough that you’re perfectly nestled between them.

As you get closer to Taehyung, you feel his hands sliding up your thighs, tugging lightly at the waistband of your bikini bottoms. You gasp softly, a thrill running through you as he pulls them down slowly, exposing your wetness. The sensation sends a shiver through you, heightening your anticipation and eagerness to get this over with. You lift your hips slightly to help him slide them off completely, leaving you fully exposed.

Taehyung’s eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

He props himself up with the pillows behind his head, his hands settling on your hips as he guides you closer. “Sit on my face,” he tells you, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Your breath catches at the bold command, but the heat in his eyes, the way his hands grip your hips, sends a rush of excitement through you. You move to straddle him, your heart pounding as you position yourself over his face. Jungkook and Jimin remain close, their hands brushing over your body, adding to the growing heat between you all.

As you lower yourself onto his waiting mouth, the first touch of his tongue against your most sensitive spot sends a shockwave of pleasure through your entire body. 

“A-Ah~ T-Taehyung…” You gasp, your fingers gripping the daybed as Taehyung’s tongue begins to work its magic, teasing and tasting you with skillful precision.

Taehyung’s tongue explores you, from your clit to your entrance. His mouth working in a rhythm that leaves you breathless, and your body trembling with the intensity of it all.

Jimin and Jungkook are on either side of you, their hands moving to your breasts, where they each take a breast in their grasp. Their mouths soon follow, lips closing over your nipples as they begin to suck and tease you with their tongues once more. The dual sensation of Taehyung’s mouth on you and the boys’ attention on your breasts sends your mind reeling, pleasure coursing through you to unleash an orgasm. But you need to be patient and let it continue consuming you.

Jungkook’s hand slides down, tugging off Taehyung’s trunks with a practiced ease before wrapping his fingers around Taehyung’s impressive length. The sight makes your eyes widen, but you aren’t entirely surprised by their actions—after all, you’ve seen how touchy BTS are with one another. Even filming earlier in the day and even back in the States. But this? Seeing them work together to push you to the brink of pleasure only makes you even hornier.

And Taehyung’s dick… it’s massive, much bigger than the other two. The way his tan skin contrasts with the thick, veined shaft is mesmerizing, almost too much to take in. You can’t help but imagine what it would feel like inside you, making you ache with the anticipation of trying it next time.

Jimin, not to be outdone, reaches over to stroke Jungkook, his touch slow and deliberate, making sure to keep him just as aroused. His free hand slips down to touch himself, fingers wrapping around his own length as he matches the pace. The sensation of their hands moving in tandem, coupled with the attention they’re lavishing on you, makes your body tremble with need.

You ride Taehyung’s face, grinding down against his mouth as his tongue works magic on you, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can. Your hands clutch the edges of the daybed for support, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you lose yourself in the sensations they’re giving you. Since you’re facing outwards, Taehyung’s hands slide down to grab your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulls you even closer, deepening the connection between his mouth and your most sensitive spot. His grip is firm and possessive, his fingers digging into your skin as he devours you with renewed intensity. He gives it a slap, which makes you cringe before you go back to indulging in the pleasure.

The feeling of the two men’s mouths on your breasts, Taehyung’s tongue inside you, and the sight of their hands pleasuring each other is almost too much to bear. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your body quivering with the need to release.

Jimin and Jungkook suck harder on your nipples, their teeth grazing them just enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Taehyung’s tongue flicks and swirls with expert precision, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

And then, finally, it all becomes too much. The pleasure explodes within you, sending you spiraling into an intense orgasm that leaves you gasping for breath. Your body tenses, your thighs clenching around Taehyung’s head as you ride out the waves of ecstasy, the sensation amplified by the boys’ continued ministrations.

As the last tremors of your orgasm fade, you collapse forward slightly, your body spent and trembling. Taehyung gently guides you off him, his lips slick with your arousal, and you fall onto the daybed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook quickly follow, their own bodies shuddering as they reach their peaks, their releases mingling, landing onto each others bodies or the fabric beneath them.

Now the three of you lay there, breathless and spent, with limbs piled on top of each other. The air is thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, however a yearning for more still remains. The outdoor area is quiet, save for the sound of your heavy breathing, as you all come down from the high of your shared pleasure.

Jungkook leans in close, his voice low and filled with unfulfilled desire. “I’m so eager to fuck you, but I’ll wait until tomorrow after the itinerary is done,” he murmurs, his eyes smoldering with lust as he looks down at you.

Jimin, still tenderly stroking your skin, adds with a soft smile, “We don’t want you getting into trouble, PD-nim. We’ll be patient.”

You manage a weak smile, your mind swirling with the aftershocks of what just happened. “How have the staff not conveniently come in to check on us?” you wonder aloud, your voice shaky with exhaustion and disbelief.

The three of them exchange a glance, a shared understanding passing between them. 

Don’t say that the staff are aware that they’re doing this…!? Taehyung’s words from earlier were already… odd, but you decide not to think too hard on it right now. You need to head back anyway, so let’s keep this drama-free, you think to yourself. Wouldn’t be the first time you hear about idols doing these things.

They begin to clean you up, wiping away the evidence of your intense encounter.  They’re gentle, their touches soothing as they take care of you, ensuring that you’re comfortable before helping you to your feet to get dressed.

They walk you to the door, each of them pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before they see you out, their eyes filled with satisfaction. You step out, your mind reeling from the events that just transpired.

“Oh my god…” you say to yourself in a whisper.

As you walk away from the daybed, you can’t help but wonder how you ended up in this situation—tangled up with the three members of BTS in a way you never could have imagined. The memory of their hands, their mouths, their words lingers with you, a heady reminder of the connection you’ve just shared. And though you know the risks, the dangers of what you’ve done, you can’t bring yourself to regret a single moment.

With a deep breath, you start heading back to your accommodation, telling yourself you still have more days of this show’s filming to go. And more chance encounters with them as well.

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The End????

A/N: HAPPY SURPRISE ONE SHOT DROP! OKAY. ALSO I HAD PLANNED TO BLUE BALL YOU GUYS AND NOT GIVE YOU A TAE SCENE BUT RAE SAID I SHOULD WRITE IT SO I DID! I've seen all y'all thirsting over are you sure?! and honestly, the maknae line really FED US SO WELL WITH THIS SHOW. also never in my life did i think there would be no censoring of their bodies, but thank you god for allowing us to indulge in their beauty and cute antics lmao. if you somehow survived this and made it to the end, thank you for reading and please let me know what you think or like bc i was going THROUGH IT writing this 🥴 if it wasn’t good, i am so sorry for wasting your time. 😭

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Poly 141 concept cw: peeping tom (tom's in this case) mature language Second part😘

Getting fucked by John Price in his office as the rest of the 141 team stand on the otherside of the door tugging at their dicks as your sweet moans leak out from under the gap in the door. 

The desk squeaking across the wooden floor boards with each thrust of John's hips. Papers littering the office floor as a result of John sweeping the desk clean before hoisting you up onto it and spreading your legs. 

John knew the guys were on the opposite side of the door as they didn’t keep their infatuation with you very secret. He knew they all seeked you out when you came down to the base, wherever you were, the guys were close behind. All of the ogling at you, practically drooling at the sight of you. So, it’s why John made a point of fucking you on his desk, where he knew everyone would be able to here. 

Your moans bounced off the office walls as John plowed deep into you, his dick hitting depths deep inside of you. The guys were going mad on the other side of the door, with Johnny most likely being told off for trying to open the door, his excuse being that he just wanted a peak.

Whilst you continue being fucked silly on John’s desk having no idea that theres a group of guys outside the door desperate to join in, desperate to have their hands all over you body grabbing and pinching, whilst their mouths suck and lick all over you. The boys weren’t sure how you’d react to them joining in, which is why they’ve held themselves back from bargaining in and filling your mouth with someone's cock.

 It wouldn’t have been the first time they’ve all had sex with a woman at the same time, but it’s not something John had gotten round to talking to you about, and until then they had a strict rule of no joining in.

But they were desperate, they had been chasing you around base for months now in hopes that something would naturally happen between you and the guys but you were loyal to John and only John. And until their intentions were brought forward by John, they believed it would stay that way. Yet they couldn’t help themselves from cracking the door open the tiniest bit, just so they could get a glance at what they all so desperately craved. 

From the small gap they were able to see you spread out on their bosses desk, legs spread, tits free, nipples hard and perky, bouncing with every thrust of their captains hips, and your face had the most fucked out expression plastered on it. Just the sight of you had the guys close to finishing in their pants.

John gives the guys a quick smirk with a cheeky wink before planting his grip on your hips and driving into you, desperate to have you finish so he can fill you to the brim with his cum. His grip is bruise inducing as he bends to suck at your nipples, his tongue tracing the pebbled skin, nipping at it gently with his teeth before moving on to the other one to give it the same attention. John was a generous man, what can I say?

Your legs shake around him as his dick hits deep inside of you over and over again, sending you spiralling closer to your orgasm. Locking your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck you let your head hang back as you wait for your approaching orgasm to hit you. It’s only then that you realise the door had been opened and not only that but there were three sets of eyes staring directly at you. 

The realisation that people were watching had you clamping down around John’s cock, your orgasm suddenly seeming much more powerful than before.  And as John finished deep inside you, you couldn’t help but stare at the men on the other side of the door. The sight of them watching you as their captain fucked you had unlocked something deep inside of you, something you never knew about.

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[psychoticfemmm]

between two worlds

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: Rafe steps out of his comfort zone to join the Pogues for a beach night.

The beach was alive with the usual chaos that defined the Pogues. JJ was digging through a cooler for beer, Kie was setting up a makeshift bonfire, and Pope was arguing with John B over whose turn it was to collect firewood. You sat on a blanket, watching the sunset over the ocean, your heart racing as Rafe Cameron’s figure loomed in the distance.

“I can’t believe you invited him,” JJ said, shooting you a pointed look as he cracked open a beer. “This is sacred Pogue territory, Y/N.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” you said simply, brushing sand off your legs.

“Yeah, unfortunately,” JJ muttered under his breath.

Sarah shot him a look. “Give him a chance, JJ. If Y/N can handle his crazy ass, we can for one night.”

You turned to see Rafe walking toward you, his shoulders slightly tense, his hands shoved in his pockets. The evening light softened his features, but you could tell he was uneasy. He wasn’t exactly a welcome presence among the Pogues, and he knew it.

“You didn’t tell me it’d be this many people,” he murmured when he reached you, leaning down to kiss your temple.

“Rafe, it’s literally just them,” you teased, gesturing toward the group. “You’ll survive.”

He rolled his eyes but sat down next to you, his hand instinctively resting on your knee. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

JJ snorted. “Look at him. Acting like he belongs here.”

“JJ,” you warned.

Rafe tensed but didn’t rise to the bait, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin. “Nice to see you too, Maybank.”

“Alright, everybody chill,” Sarah interjected, sitting cross-legged on the blanket. She gave Rafe a small smile. “Thanks for coming, Rafe. Even though I know you’re out of your element.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow. “You could say that.”

“Just don’t kill the vibe,” JJ added, plopping down on the other side of you.

The tension was thick at first. Rafe sat quietly, his usual cocky demeanor dimmed in the face of the Pogues’ scrutiny. You felt the weight of his discomfort, and it made you squeeze his hand reassuringly. He looked at you, his blue eyes softening as if to say, I’m doing this for you.

As the night wore on, the tension began to ease. JJ’s antics and John B’s storytelling had everyone laughing, even Rafe cracking a smile here and there.

“Alright, I have to ask,” Kie said, looking directly at Rafe. “How does a Kook prince like you end up with a Pogue queen?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Kie—”

“No, it’s fine,” Rafe said, surprising you. He leaned back on his hands, glancing at you with a small smirk. “I guess I just like a challenge.”

JJ scoffed, but Kie rolled her eyes. “Seriously, though.”

Rafe’s expression softened as he looked at you. “She’s different. She doesn’t care about any of the crap I used to think mattered. She calls me out when I’m being an idiot, but she also makes me want to be better.”

The Pogues fell silent, exchanging surprised looks. Even JJ looked slightly less annoyed.

“She’s good at that,” Sarah said, smiling at you.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but before you could respond, JJ pointed at Rafe with his beer bottle. “Alright, Cameron, you’re scoring some points. But don’t think I’m not watching you.”

“Duly noted,” Rafe replied dryly, earning a laugh from John B.

As the night wound down, you and Rafe wandered a little farther down the beach, away from the firelight and the laughter of your friends. The ocean waves crashed gently against the shore, and the cool breeze tugged at your hair.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” you said, bumping his shoulder playfully.

He huffed a laugh, wrapping an arm around your waist. “They hate me.”

“They don’t hate you,” you assured him. “They’re just…protective.”

He stopped walking, turning to face you. “And you’re worth protecting.”

You rolled your eyes, but the sincerity in his gaze made your heart skip. He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I mean it,” he said softly. “I know I don’t always fit into your world, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I do. For you.”

Your breath hitched as his thumb traced your cheek, his touch warm and familiar. “Rafe…”

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the waves.

Before you could respond, he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to pour every unspoken word into it. His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer, and you melted against him, the rest of the world fading away.

When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Alright,” you said, your voice teasing but soft. “You’re forgiven for being awkward.”

“Awkward?” he repeated, feigning offense. “I was charming.”

“You were stiff,” you corrected with a laugh.

He grinned, kissing you again, this time quicker but no less sweet. “You bring me around them enough, and I’ll charm them too.”

“Let’s not push it,” you teased, lacing your fingers with his as you started walking back toward the fire.

In the distance, you could hear JJ yelling, “Hey! No PDA where we can see it!”

Rafe groaned, but you just laughed, pulling him closer. He might not be a Pogue, but tonight, he’d proven he was yours—and that was more than enough.

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[oneofreid]

a maternal wish (18+)

summary: in which she wants to be a mother and spencer reid is willing to make that wish come true.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: (NSFW) slow burn smut i promise it’s worth it, talks about pregnancy and possible infertility, slight spanking, explicit language, unprotected (p in v) sex, oral sex (m!receiving AND f!receiving), hints of breeding kink if you squint

a/n: i didn’t realize how long i made this. atp i just let my mind do the work while i type. is this cannon? no. will i still post it? yea. masterlist

When you were younger, you always knew you wanted to be a mother. The idea of bringing another life into this world and being able to call them ‘yours’ creating a warm and familiar feeling. One that set off your own maternal instinct. Yearning to love and protect a child of your own as you watched them grow into their own individual person. Teaching them everything that you know, telling them stories of your own childhood, creating countless memories that you can look back on, celebrating their highs and comforting them during their lows. But most of all, the one you craved the most, the bond you would have with your own mini me as you saw the love and magic through their eyes.

Not to mention the many compliments you have received whenever you babysat your nieces and nephews, their mothers telling you how much of an amazing mother you would make someday.

Someday.

That word echoed in your mind as you walked past the countless of mothers in New York. A pang of sadness and jealousy always striking you as you envied them. The happiness in their faces while they walked with their child whether it was one or two maybe even three or four. An ache in your chest grew as you wondered what it would be like to nurture a child. One that you could give the life that you never got to learn.

Everybody knew how badly you wanted to be a mother. Spending countless hours beaming about babies and all things surrounding pregnancy, your teammates — and best friends, JJ, Emily, and Penelope always being the ones first hand to experience this side of you.

Constantly having to drag you away from the baby sections in stores, or listen to you gush about how cute a baby was that you passed.

‘Look how cute and chubby their tiny hands are! I would give anything to squeeze them.’

They could never get enough of your constant daydreams as you talked about motherhood. Envisioning what your life would look like taking care of a mini you. Only praying that one day that dream of yours would come true.

It was a slow day at the BAU, all of you doing your own thing as you sprawled out on the couch. Your feet laying on JJ’s lap while Penelope was on the opposite end, dully scrolling through the channels on the TV in your breakroom. All of you sat in silence until a photo of your cousin with her newborn baby girl popped up on your phone. The familiar ache in your chest appeared as you showed all three of the girls.

“Look how tiny she is,” you exclaimed. Adoring how precious the bundle of joy looked in her tiny hat and little fists balled up. All of them joining you in gushing about how adorable the petite newborn was.

“I just want one so bad,” you sighed. Shutting off your phone as you pressed your eyes shut. The weight of your longing to have a child of your own was heavy on your mind.

“You could always get a sperm donor, you know? I know you said you hated the idea and wanted the baby to grow up with both parental figures. But maybe look more into it, your baby would have an amazing group of uncles and aunts to love and protect them,” JJ assured you, giving you a knowing smile that even if you did decide to raise a baby alone. You and the baby would have plenty of support from the BAU, and the few family members who stuck around once you left your hometown & past life behind.

“Not to mention, you would make the best mommy ever to her! Or him…they would have the best mommy ever. And oh my gosh, how could I forget, pregnancy would look absolutely stunning on you. Kissed by the pregnancy Gods with that glow,” Penelope gushed. JJ and Emily agreeing with her on the fact that a growing baby bump would suit you well.

“I don’t know guys…I’m about to turn 36 years old. My time to have a baby of my own is practically gone. I should just forget it and stay being the cool, rich, secret spy aunt.” You sighed, sitting up from your position on the couch to run a stressed hand through your hair.

“That’s not actually true,” all of you turned your attention towards the tall figure who stood in the doorway, “I mean yes, the number of eggs a woman has in her ovaries does decline as she ages. However, it’s not totally impossible to have a child at your age. 20% of woman usually end up having kids after the after of 35. Erramatti Mangayamma, a woman living in India, was 73 when she gave birth to her child through IVF.”

The four of you stared at Spencer Reid, for what felt like longer than a minute before you spoke up, “I’m just tired of waiting for the right person to have a kid with. That’s what’s holding me back,” you blinked away a few tears that threatened to spill out, “I want the perfect family. Two loving parents. One solid household. Something I never got myself,” you continued.

The room grew quiet again. Nobody knowing what exactly to say as everyone gave you a sympathetic look, JJ offering you gentle squeeze on your shoulder. Spencer awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to another as he began to ponder in his mind.

He wanted a baby too. He just wasn’t sure if he was the perfect fit, your ideal father figure for yours.

Emily jumped up. Her phone going off, “Sorry to interrupt guys but we’ve got a case. Hotch wants us in the briefing room now.”

Everyone standing up to leave. Just before you could follow the others, Spencer lightly grabbed your arm. Stopping you completely in your tracks. His warm eyes already filled with some form of hesitation.

“Hey, after we’re done. Let’s meet at my apartment, our usual time. Okay?,” he whispered. Making sure no one else around you could hear. His tone slightly different and his demeanor more on edge, nervous, than before.

“Of course, is everything alright?,” you questioned.

Spencer gulped, offering you a small smile. “Yea, yea everything is perfect. I just…I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Spence,” you smiled. Leaning forward to place a quick kiss on his temple before heading towards the briefing room. Leaving him alone with his thoughts as he followed slowly behind you.

His stomach suddenly tying itself together in knots as the idea of having a kid together, with you ran through his mind.

Spencer always wanted to have a child of his own. Although life had a different plan for him, he was always still open to the idea of one day settling down and starting a family with someone. As time passed by and he got older, just like you, the dream that he once had seemed to be fading away.

That was until he began exploring his relationship. Although you two kept it strictly sexual, friends with benefits at most, the idea of you two getting married and becoming something more always lingered in the back of his mind.

Yet, for some odd reason, neither of you ever had the courage to finally make that move. Afraid that you’d ruin what you already have seeing as you two both had complicated love life’s. So you just stuck to being co-workers that happened friends who liked to fuck sometimes. Okay, more like any chance you got.

Or as it was actually called, friends with benefits.

Fumbling with the material of your shirt, you found yourself at the foot of Spencer’s door later that night. The place you always found yourself at where you indulged in cheesy rom-coms, read your weekly novels together, learned a new recipe, or talked about different wide world phenomenons and conspiracy theories. A space where you were welcomed to let your wildest sexual fantasies come true as Spencer made love to you in endless ways.

Your heart began to race as you contemplated actually knocking or turning around to leave. A feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that tonight would be different.

Not having any time to second guess and change your mind, Spencer’s door flew open. His brown eyes staring right at you, your body already growing hot and bothered at the thoughts of the countless positions he will put you in.

“Hey,” Spencer spoke, a grin already making its way onto his face.

Your heart fluttered even though you had just seen him a few hours prior when you had landed back from yesterday’s case, “Hey.”

“Uhm. Hey, Come on in,” he moved out of the way. Leaning against his door, extending an arm out in a gesture that said ‘this way please.’

You offered him a small smile as you walked past him, admiring his apartment. Still in the same condition it was when you had left it a couple days prior. Hearing the click of the door closing itself shut when a pair of strong arms wrapped their way around your waist, turning you around.

Spencer looked down at you, the same look he had given you earlier being written all over his face again.

“What’s wrong?,” you asked. Genuinely concerned that Spencer was having second thoughts about to tonight.

“Can we sit down? Talk for a second?”

Fuck. He doesn’t want to have sex with me anymore.

Did I say something that offended him?

Is he going to tell me that he just wants to be strictly friends now?

A lump grew in your throat as your mind began to race, the many questions and doubts that flooded your mind about what possibly Spencer needed to sit down to tell you. Allowing him to guide you to the brown leather sofa that sat in his living room. Sitting down beside him as you looked everywhere besides at him.

You took a deep breathe, picking at the skin of your nails before finding the courage to speak, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Uhm. Everything is already. I just…what I would really like is,” Spencer paused for a moment before blurting it out, “I want to have a baby with you.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your chest. The air suddenly being knocked from your lungs while your mouth got super dry.

“Spencer…,” you began.

“I’m serious. I want a baby with you. And I know, this is out of the blue. Our situation is nowhere ideal for the typical upbringing of a children. Hell, we’re not even in an official relationship yet,” Spencer rambled.

“Where is this even coming from, Spence?,” you asked. Unsure of what prompted him to even think of having a baby with you, you, of all people.

He sighed, “Back in the breakroom before we left for the case, I heard you talking to Garcia, JJ, and Emily about how badly you wanted kids. How you wanted your own to raise and love. Anytime that a baby is around you, you are always eager to hold them and your eyes light up.”

You nodded, listening intently to what he had to say as you followed along, “It got me thinking. We’re both in our late 30s. Our relationship is progressing and heading in the right direction. We both want the same thing. To have our own kid, raise them in a stable home with two loving parents. Something we both never had.”

“But what if this, I mean us, doesn’t work. Having and raising a kid isn’t something to take lightly, Spencer.” You pointed out, not knowing if he was actually serious about having a child with you. Or if he was just jumping at the opportunity.

“It’s not something to take lightly. However, I want this and more importantly, I want you. All of it. All of you. Our future. Raising our child or if willing, children, together and growing old. Drinking our coffee, reading our books, watching those horrible reality tv shows that you weirdly seem to love. I never thought I would see myself like that with anyone…,” he grabbed your hand, his warm eyes still completely locked and focused on you, “but I want this life with you.”

Before he could get in another word in, you pulled him up from the sofa. Closing the gap between you two, you crashed your lips onto his. The kiss so rushed yet passionate on both of your ends. You began to moan, melting into him as his large hands roamed your body.

Your own hands finding their way to tug at his hair, pulling him even close to you until there was no room for air. Tugging and gripping at his brown locks while moans left his lips, still hungrily kissing yours. Guiding you towards his bed as the back of your legs hit the soft mattress, sending you both on top.

The kiss you exchanged completely heated, both of you desperate to touch each other properly. Breaking apart from the kiss, Spencer looked down at you with lust-filled eyes. A softness clouding over them as his fingers grazed the collar of your shirt. His shirt. The metallica one that he had let you borrow the one morning you left his apartment after one of your ‘sleepovers.’

“Can I?” Spencer asked, delicately tugging at the loose fabric that covered you, his eyes searched yours for any uncertainty.

Grabbing his wrist delicately, you reassured him. “Spencer, I trust you.” Putting his mind at ease. Allowing him to pull your clothes off of you before he did the same. Pealing his clothing off until the two of you were completely bare. His eyes only growing more infatuated at the sight of you naked and ready for him on the layout of his bed.

Knowing this time would be different than the others you two have had sex.

Spencer slowly took his time to kiss every inch of your body. His lips making their way from your collar bone to the inside of your thigh, sucking on the skin to leave bruises. Marking you officially as his.

“About to make you feel so good, baby,” he mumbled.

“Spencer…I-Ohhh” you moaned, his fingers dipping slightly to graze you only to attach his lips to your folds. Head nuzzled between your soft thighs as he kneeled in front of you, your core pulsing at the sight of him devouring you like you were his last meal.

Watching him suck the bundle of nerves, the arousal in your heat pooling. The sight of him flicking his tongue while he swirled that silver tongue of his on your area driving you feral. Your hands gripping his hair while you pushed his head further, feeling your stomach tighten.

His moans vibrating against your cunt, sending you even further into your climax. Still violently flicking and licking your fingers with every swish of his delicious tongue. You panted heavily, the pace of his swirling and sucking quickly increasing until you came hard.

Humming in approval, Spencer looked up at you. His eyes clouded with hunger and lust while he licked his lips. Collecting the remnants of your cum before swiping his tongue on the inside of your thighs.

“Sweet, you taste like heaven, my love,” he praised. A smirk being sent your way while you eyed him, the bulge more than evident as his cock restrained against his boxers.

“Do you trust me?” You asked, eyes looking up at his brown ones. Still needing the reassurance that he was comfortable with you pleasing him. A boundary you two have respected since the day you first hooked up with each other.

Reid’s eyes softened again, still not used to someone caring for him that much during their most intimate times. A small smile on his face, he grabbed your hand before giving it a squeeze.

“I trust you.”

His eyes softening again, still not used to someone asking for his consent. A small smile on his face, he grabbed your hand before giving it a squeeze.

Giving him a quick kiss, you tugged his boxers down. Your eyes now leveled with his hardened length as his tip glared at you red and angry. Slowly pumping his cock, you ran your hands up and down his shaft. Feeling him tense under your touch, you began to work your mouth on his tip.

Swirling your tongue around his tip, collecting a few drops of pre-cum. Loving the taste of him on your tongue. Arousal soaking your folds again while you thought about him filling you, putting a baby, his baby inside of you.

“You’re so beautiful, Spence,” you cooed. Stroking his cock in your hand, slowly rubbing your hand up and down it. His tip red and aching due to how hard he was for you.

A blush crept on his cheeks at your compliment, muttering a small ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re so pretty’ before peppering kisses down to your collar bone.

Catching Spencer completely by surprise. You grabbed his length by the shaft, forcing it down your throat. Till his tip hit the back causing you to hold back a gag as you choked due to his size. Your saliva coating his cock as you began to hollow your cheeks in and out. Creating a sucking motion as you slid his cock up and down, Reid’s moans filling your ears sending you in a spiral. His fingers knotting through your hair to shove your head further down his cock.

“J-Just like that, honey,” he moaned. The pet name he has only ever used for you falling from his swollen lips.

His moans filled the silent room, continuing to fist your hair while he face fucked you. Tears running down your cheeks with every thrust of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Grabbing the back of his muscled thighs to get a better grip for stability.

“Fuck, you feel-“

In a swift motion, Spencer flipped you on your stomach with your ass on full display for him. Hearing the rustling of his sheets behind you, he climbed on the mattress. Grabbing his still achingly hard dick before running the tip teasingly up and down your wet folds.

A moan leaving your lips while you withered beneath his touch, growing desperate to feel him inside of you again.

“Use your words, baby. What do you want me to do you?” He nipped at the skin of your ears, sucking lightly.

“I….want you,” your breathe hitched as the tip of his cock filled your entrance, shutting your eyes tightly.

“What was that, sweetheart? I need your words. Where’s my please?” He halted, stilling his movements. Your core ached, begging for more of his cock to fill its velvet walls.

Little shit. You rolled your eyes, growing impatient by the second. Debating on just taking his dick into your own hands so that he would finally fuck you. His hands grasping your arse before smacking one cheek. Hard.

“Ohh. Fuck. Spencer, I want….I need you to fuck me. Please, pretty please baby. Fill me with all of your cum until it’s dripping out of me. Till I’m pregnant with your baby. Want to make you a daddy so bad-“

A strangled moan left your lips as Spencer finally thrusted into you, hard and fast. Leaving you no room to breathe while you struggled to catch your breathe. The wind knocked out of you as he continued to thrust into you from behind.

“Yes. Spence, baby, harder. I know you can fuck me harder,” you panted. Ready for him to completely stretch you to your limit.

Feeling completely feral as the bed rocked beneath you. Spencer’s movements harsh and rough, gaining more momentum with every thrust, railing into you from behind. His hand gently wrapped around your throat while he pounded into you underneath. The tip of his cock hitting your g-spot sending moan after moan to leave your body.

His grunts and lewd moans in your ear while he held you flushed against his chest, leaning your head to fall back onto his shoulder. Sweat dripping down both of your bodies as the room grew thick with heat and arousal.

“I can’t wait to fill you with my cum….Watch it drip outside of you. Having you wish that I could fuck you this good every single night while your pregnant with our child, right baby? Isn’t that what you want,” Spencer breathed, his own pants in your ear, moaning louder than you have ever done before.

Roughly pulling out his cock before flipping you over. Your back hitting the mattress while you lifted your legs up, wrapping them around his waist. His hand grabbing to support you up. Spencer thrusting back into you like he never pulled out, both of you keeping eye contact while tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Need to see you…you’re so beautiful, my love. Just look at you. Might have to put a ring on your finger too,” Spencer whispered in your ear. Moaning in your ear as your pussy clenched at his promising words.

The coil growing in your stomach as you peaked in your high. Thrust after thrust, Spencer added more momentum, quickening before finding another steady rhythm. An ache growing between your legs, a definite sign that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Your nails dragging along his back only to pull him in for another kiss. Not having enough to taste of him, you moaned into his mouth. His thrusts never faltering as his cock twitched inside of you. Clenching your walls around his thick shaft, pushing him to release as hot spurts of his come filled you. Your own release mixing with his while he slowly thrusted inside of you. His lips still entangled with yours, nipping at your bottom lip while your tongues swirled. Tasting every bit of each other.

Breaking away from the kiss, Spencer brushed his thumb under your eye. A few tears had fallen from the intensity and roughness of his handling. Both of you silently knowing that you could handle it and that you trusted each other.

He slowly pulled out of you, massaging the inside of your thighs before placing a delicate kiss on them. Leaving to get a wet towel as he gently cleaned your folds. A hiss leaving at your soreness and the harsh sensitivity of your nerves.

“Sorry, angel, I know you hate this part,” Spencer apologized.

You always loved how attentive and loving he was after sex. He always took care of you even if you wanted to rush out, he still made sure that you were okay after being so vulnerable.

“You don’t have to apologize, Spence, I appreciate you taking care of me after this” You smiled, still feeling on cloud nine from the work of his cock and tongue on you.

“I’ll be taking care of you nonstop for nine months then a little mini version of us for a lifetime,” he joked.

Your heart fluttered, still in awe of the fact that someone would want to have a child with you. Let alone someone like Spencer Reid.

“Do you think I’ll make a great…dad?” Spencer stammered. The word, and his soon-to-be new name, still so foreign to him.

His hand nervously playing with yours while he let it silently dawn upon him that he was actually to be one.

“The best. Spence….you are not like your father, you will never be like him. You will make an amazing dad, a caring one who will give his child the best upbringing and life possible that is full of nothing but love.”

Spencers eyes welled up with tears. getting choked up by your words. Knowing that you truly mean them. Already picturing your bump, all the milestones you’d celebrate together, and the life you would soon bring into this world.

He always dreamt of being a father. And now, that dream was become true all because of you.

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3 times Phantom's Guardian was Mentioned + 1 Time He Showed Up

One

Phantom’s introduction to Young Justice wasn’t as dramatic as Empress’ or Slobo’s, or even Arrowette’s first introduction to the cave. No, it wasn’t during the Olympics, or on a battlefield, and he didn’t come in injured and looking for help. 

Impulse just brought Phantom in one day and insisted that he should join because he’s their age, interested in justice, and now that Greta’s human again they need another ghost member. So Phantom stayed, popping in and out for missions but never really sticking around all that long. 

Today is one of the days that Phantom’s with them on a mission, that being looking around a lab of the Brain’s that had an energy surge recently, despite it being presumably abandoned. 

Kon got paired up with Phantom to check the rest out first, since they both have better hearing than Anita and Tim, who were both still in the main room working on checking the computers for previous activity. 

The room is dark except for the light green ball glowing slightly above Phantom’s hand. He waves it around enough for it to reflect off of glass, then throws it up to the ceiling. The light expands enough to illuminate the room. 

Phantom mumbles about not knowing he could do that. Kon ignores him and moves closer to inspect the glass tubes to the side of several monitors set up. 

“Looks like cloning equipment,” Phantom says, casually. He drags a finger through the dust gathering on one of the monitors. “Don’t think they’ve been activated recently, though, so that’s good.”

“What? You got a problem with clones or something?” It’s a quick and defensive answer, and Phantom puts his hands up in surrender. 

“Not in concept.” He shrugs and joins Kon near the tubes. “But not a lot of people ask before making clones.”

“So I don’t need to sic Superman on you?” Obviously Kon could chew Phantom out himself, but few can do a “not mad, just disappointed” face better than Clark. 

Phantom scrunches his face. “Why would you need to?” 

Kon stops pretending to inspect the tube and stares at Phantom. “You do know I’m a clone, right?” The blank look on Phantom’s face tells him that no, he did not. “Well I am. Clone of Superman, though we’re pretty much brothers now.”

“Cool,” Phantom says, not a bit less friendly. He hesitates for a second before continuing, “Could I maybe ask you how you got there? Me and my clone have landed on cousins, but that was also, like, given to us by her evil dad. So.”

Phantom trails off. Huh, that makes three members of the team that have been cloned. Not a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened three times. 

“You’re making sure she feels accepted, right?” 

“Yeah! Well, whenever she’s around. She,” Phantom waves his hand around, looking for the right word, “She’s a wanderer. Exploring the world and stuff. But Richard has a room for her at home, and I remind her of that whenever she does stop by.” 

“Well, first of all, don’t push it so hard,” Kon says. Phantom nods enthusiastically. “And second, who’s Richard?”

Kon doesn’t know a lot of Richards, and he doesn’t think that Phantom ever mentioned one before. Or even if he remembers his living life. 

“Oh, he’s my, uh, guardian? I guess that’s the best term. The guy I’m living with who forces me to go to school sometimes.” Phantom looks away and back to the tubes. 

Before Kon can ask for more details, Robin and Empress come in with a report of dead computers and wanting to know where they’re at with the cloning room.

They’re unimpressed with their lack of progress.

Two

Wally doesn’t really need to come by the Hamilton Lodge that often, not when that’s Young Justice’s territory and he doesn’t want to get involved in all of That.

But Red Tornado said that the team has a file on a planet that’s very quickly becoming a league problem, and he figured it might be a good time to try to check in with Bart, anyway. Make sure he hasn’t run any cars off cliffs again and all that. 

So he stops by Manchester to ask Bart about the file, then they both head East to actually find it. 

When they arrive at the hotel minutes later, Wally’s surprised to actually find it… clean? There’s no visible trash or overturned furniture or anything else he’d expect from an abandoned hotel filled with teenagers. Well, maybe not filled, lately. He doesn’t think anyone’s living here currently, with Greta at Elias’ for the school year and Slobo gone. 

Still, the room smells slightly of artificial pine scent, and Bart perks up before disappearing and reappearing rapidly, holding a teammate up by his armpits. Said teammate just accepts this, his legs folding into a wispy tail, and head rolling against his shoulders. 

“This is Phantom!” Bart holds him up higher. Phantom waves. Wally’s only heard of him through Max’s updates, the same way he would hear about Preston or Carol, but with more wariness about the supposed ghost. 

Actually looking at the pale face and glowing green eyes contrasting against the darker than dark jumpsuit, Wally’s a little more ready to accept his claim at being undead. 

“He stress cleans,” Bart explains, moving to carry Phantom under his arm. Wally bites down the urge to tell him to put him down, but only because Phantom doesn’t resist the hold, only moving to get into a more comfortable position. His hands are touching the floor. “So what happened?” 

Bart directs the question downwards, and Phantom heaves a very dramatic sigh. Definitely a teenager. It does raise the question of who exactly this kid’s mentor is. Hopefully he does have one. Maybe he’s the Spectre’s kid?

Phantom phases through the arm holding him only to lay on top of Bart’s hair. “I accidentally called Richard dad. And then fled.” 

Bart nods sagely. “Classic. One time I accidentally called Max dad, so I had to start a fire to distract him.”

Phantom sighs again, almost dreamily. “Genius.” 

Wally doesn’t have time to unpack all of that. Well he does, but he’s not going to, because there’s really only one Richard that comes to mind that might have the heart to take in a dead kid, even if he doesn’t go by his full name.

But surely Dick would have told him, or any other Titan, if he had adopted a kid. Right?

But there’s still a little shadow of doubt. Maybe Dick wanted it to be a secret, or it was really new or had a rocky start. Phantom doesn’t seem to hold himself like a Bat, but it’s not a guarantee Dick would have trained him. 

“The lodge looks nice,” Wally offers out loud, which Phantom shrugs at and wraps his tail around Bart’s head to keep secure. “Anyway, Impulse. The file on Myrg?” 

“Oh yeah!” Again, Bart disappears then reappears a few seconds later with a paper file. They really need to start digitizing more of these things. “That’s the planet where we played baseball so that they wouldn’t destroy Earth!” 

“You what.” 

The prospect of Dick following in his dad’s footsteps is forgotten in the face of what the hell Young Justice got up to on Myrg. 

Three

Tim may be in a…Predicament. 

It’s not his fault. Really. He knew what he was doing. He couldn’t let a civilian fall for the trap. But they were already so close, so he just, kinda, pushed himself into the rope instead. 

So there Robin is, tied upside down in a warehouse, with the Joker below next to an overly complicated control panel. The clown’s rambling about bombs hidden all over the city that Tim knows Batman is already tracking down with Batgirl. 

Tim’s not really paying attention to the rant because of that, more focused on wiggling enough to get the spare mini-birdarang out of his glove to cut the rope without notifying the Joker. 

“Yikes, bad time?” Asks Phantom’s voice beside him. Based on the source and accounting for the slight echo, he’s floating with his head near Tim’s, likely upside down. “Want some help?” 

Tim gets the birdarang out and starts sawing at the thick rope. They should be fine anyway, but stalling the Joker for extra time would be helpful. “Can you possess the Joker? Just hold him still.”

“The correct term is overshadow, but sure.” The voice disappears, and a few seconds later the Joker freezes. 

His body jerks forward, then backward, and a laugh chokes out of his throat. His hand claws over his mouth at the noise and he hunches over. All movement halts before he rights himself, shaking out his hands and rolling his shoulders. Phantom looks up at Tim and his eyes are glowing. 

Tim cuts through the rope, kicking and using the momentum to right himself and land on his feet. He brushes past Phantom in Joker’s body to handle the control panel. He turns off the radio broadcast and dismantles the bomb strapped to the panel.

Threat handled, he turns to Phantom and holds up some handcuffs. “Let me arrest you?”

Phantom obliges, turning the Joker’s body around and putting his hands behind his back. Tim lets him walk by himself out of the warehouse and moves the handcuffs around a lamppost. The Joker’s body jerks again, then slumps forward, just as Phantom reappears next to him, scowling down at the unconscious body. 

“That felt really slimy. Zero out of ten, would not do again,” Phantom grouches. 

“Why’re you in Gotham?” Tim asks. It’s not like Phantom makes a habit of visiting. The last time he came into the city, he complained about feeling the dead under the streets. Fortunately, that let Tim uncover a few tunnels that Talons travel through. Phantom, however, was unnerved by the Talons and left quickly. 

“Oh, Solomon Grundy’s back in our sewers. Richard said I should probably tell one of you Gotham heroes, since you keep track of those guys.” He shakes out his hands like they were cramped in the Joker. 

They hadn’t seen Grundy in a while. Tim assumed he was currently in a less violent personality. “What’s he doing?” 

Phantom shrugs. “Just chilling. Mostly underground. I tried to talk to him but he only grunted back at me. He also tried to pick me up, dunno what that was about.”

“Maybe because you’re both dead?” Tim guessed. That would be a surface level connection. Ivy and Woodrue have had more luck working with Grundy than anyone, and Phantom definitely doesn’t have the connection to the Green that’d help with that. 

Police lights turn around the corner, and Tim shoots a grapple to get to the roof above them. Phantom follows, but disappears as soon as they’re on the roof. Going back home, probably. 

Cass drops down from the roof she was listening on. “Richard?”

“Not the same one.”

They both stick around long enough to watch the Joker get put into the cop car. 

Plus one

A spaceship landed in the forests of New York, and Cassie’s team was the first to respond to it. Technically not respond, but check it out, since there wasn’t any alert or anything. 

Still, Wonder Girl has Empress, Robin, and Superboy on the other side of the ship, watching what looks like the back door, while she, Impulse, and Phantom watch the other door and main window. She has binoculars, but the windows are so tinted she can’t quite make anything out. 

No aliens have come out yet, and she hesitates to have anyone go in, in case whoever inside does turn hostile. 

Impulse has offered to run through a total of five times already, and it’s a testament to his restraint that he hasn’t, and a testament to Cassie’s that she hasn’t yelled at him yet. Phantom at least isn’t being annoying, but he’s not necessarily helpful, either. He’s not even watching the spaceship anymore. Now he’s trying to make a flower crown out of dandelions. 

“Door’s opening on our side,” Robin says from the comms. “But no one’s coming out.” 

“Alright, good enough to try to get in,” Cassie decides. She turns to Phantom, who’s closing off the circle of flowers. Beside him, Impulse has since pulled out a gameboy. “Phantom, go in invisibly through the open door and report back. Try to see what their plans are.” 

“Oh, sure. One second.” Phantom finishes the crown and tries to put it on Bart’s head. It doesn’t quite fit over his mane of hair, but Phantom shrugs and leaves it sitting there anyway before going invisible. 

“Maybe I should shave my head again,” Bart says as his game character dies. 

He gets a resounding no in response. 

Half an hour later they have a very annoyed Green Lantern lecturing them about league jurisdiction and knowing when to call someone else. 

Apparently, the alien ship was just stopping to complete some maintenance, and did not appreciate any spying on them, and especially did not appreciate who did it. Green Lantern was more than happy to explain that Wonder Girl’s team is not really a part of the Justice League and he can help with their maintenance. They denied his help and left to find a place with less people in it. 

“-and you!” Green Lantern rounds on Phantom next, but Cassie knows none of them are really listening. Sure, they messed up by freaking out the visiting aliens, and yeah maybe they should have contacted the league about it, but they’ve dealt with stuff worse than this! It’s not Cassie’s fault she thought that this would have stuck to the formula. 

“Who even are you?” Green Lantern runs a hand through his black hair, stupid green gauntlets shining in the sunlight. “Do I need to call your mentor?” He frowns. “Or do they know you mess up alien technology by just being around it?” 

Phantom scoffs and rolls his eyes. “How was I supposed to know their tech would go all fuzzy when I came in?” 

“You wouldn’t have to know if you just stayed out of the spaceship!” 

“Hey!” Cassie cuts in. “Technically that was my call. It’s not all on Phantom.”

“I still could've been more careful,” Phantom says to her, ignoring Green Lantern as they argue about blame. 

“Cut it out for a second, okay?” Green Lantern puts a hand between them and they stop to glare at him. He pulls the hand back. “Look, can I just talk to one of your adults about this?” 

Robin glares. “We don’t need an adult. We have this under control.”

“Only because I’m here now.” 

“I’ll call my mentor,” Phantom says. Kon opens his mouth, most likely to offer to call Superman instead in hopes of a lighter sentence, but Bart covers his mouth, smiling like he knows something Cassie doesn’t. Tim and Anita share a look, and don’t intervene as Phantom pulls out a phone from his chest. 

It rings once before it’s picked up. Cassie can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but Kon’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Hey, do you think you can pick me up? Green Lantern wants to talk to you.” Phantom looks Green Lantern up and down then says, “No, this one doesn’t have a cape.”

Phantom says goodbye after rattling off their coordinates, hangs up, and stares at Green Lantern in silence for a few seconds. 

And then a swirling mass of black seeps into the space next to Phantom. The end of a cane steps out of it, followed by a leg, then the rest of the immaculately dressed man holding the handle of the cane that’s shaped like a bird’s head. 

“Phantom,” The man says. His voice drips with condescension in only a way a british accent can, yet Phantom smiles up at him. The shadowy portal behind him disappears. “What, exactly, happened?”

“That’s the fucking Shade,” Anita hisses to Robin, who shrugs noncommittedly at her. Green Lantern seems to recognise him too, taking a step back and clenching his hand that holds his ring. 

“Well, the team and I were staking out this spaceship–super cool, by the way–and I went inside to check it out, but my presence messed with their tech–which was an accident–and they freaked out, so I freaked out, and then we kinda got into a little fight until Green Lantern came to mediate.”

“Hm. Is that right?” The Shade asks Green Lantern, who nods slowly, still anticipating an attack. “It seems like the problem’s fixed, then.”

“Well, yes, but–”

“And it does seem about time for these kids to get home, doesn't it?” The Shade pulls out an actual pocket watch, chain and all, from his suit pocket and takes his time in checking it. “I’ll see them home.” 

Shadows grow from behind the team, swirling until they become a giant, gaping maw that swallows them up and spits them out in a different forest, or maybe just a different part of the same forest. 

Either way, Cassie has to take a moment to make sure she doesn’t throw up from the sudden vertigo the shadow portal caused. 

The Shade looks at Phantom, and raises an eyebrow. “You can’t expect me to always bail you out.” 

Phantom shrugs, looking guilty. “I know. Thanks, Richard.”

Oh, so that’s who Richard is. Annoyingly, neither Tim or Bart look surprised by this revelation.