#be a buff dude in a pink dress if you see fit

[o-i-w-u]

Monty says fuck you and your gender norms, its dress time loser

[atinyladybug-daydreams]

David Bright Headcanons:

Mister Cupcake's service vest would have a small pouch or backpack attached with one or two different cane tips so if David goes to a places with different terrains, he can change his cane tips.

David organises his money in his wallet by folding then differently. Or he just puts them in different pockets.

Carries trail mix in his pocket at all times. And snacks. A lot of snacks. He has a candy bar somewhere in his jeans.

He's actually pretty fit and buff. Works out a lot. Man's got muscles. He's also, like, really tall.

Prior to his blindness, like Mikell, David's aim is scarily accurate. He was very good with axe-throwing.

He's very sporty and outdoorsy, actually. Prior to that incident, he spends a lot of time doing outdoor activities like horseback riding, biking, hiking and ice hockey.

He still love sports and outdoor activities. Dude still regularly goes on a lot of walks, hikes and swims. He's been trying out rock-climbing too.

Despite his active lifestyle, within the Serpent's Hand, he's more well known for being a more behind-the-scenes guy. He's the guy you'd look for advice or opinions or even ask to represent/talk to people. (Brain not braining ATM so I can't think of the words)

This man is wayyyyy too much like Mikell in terms of charisma, people skills and charm. (Listen, Mikell did not get THAT many children without some sort people-skills you get me?)

He's in a big, closed polycule with 5 other guys. They're not all human but they all love each other and hold hands.

You can count on him to have a knife all the time.

He's actually pretty close with Sera and they're pretty friendly towards each other! He helped her a lot.

He gets a bit tense around Yoric though. Something about him makes him feel really uncomfortable and he can never figure out or see what Yoric will do next. (A Yoric headcanon that deserves its own post)

David's clairvoyance is not as powerful as Claire's because he's only Clairvoyant while Claire has Clairvoyance, Clairaudience AND Claircognizant.

He's got his hair in an undercut and his hairstyle really changes from time to time.

He actually doesn't really mind how long his hair is as as it's out of his face but one of his boyfriends uses him to practice on working with black hair and he's always happy to help them.

His boyfriends once dressed him up in a full on tuxedo with his sunglasses and he looked like a bodyguard to a celebrity. There were so many pictures taken.

Bonus: Mister Cupcake's tail gets dyed a lot. Mostly rainbow but once got the MLM flag palette, bright neon pink and toxic green

[pwnyta]

I will respectfully disagree with you about the uniforms from SwSh… I like that all the gym leaders have a similar theme going for them, and I just in general feel like it’s harder to fuck up with this sporty kind of clothes. Don’t get me wrong, I like a lot of designs in the pokemon games, but the problem is… designs are either a banger or a an absolute DISASTER imo.

And I feel like SwSh was able to avoid it by giving characters similar outfits (but with some elements that give characters personality + ppl’s casual outfits ACTUALLY look good).

Like, I also feel that it makes sense for the GYM leaders to wear a sport uniform, you know?

Also, I want to disagree with you and anon who was talking about Marnie’s uniform… I mean, it’s fine? As a person who is constantly covering myself with a lot of clothes IRL, I believe her outfit looks okay, really. Then again, I just feel in general that I am favorable towards SwSh designs bc I DO believe that it’s hard to fuck them up, while Arceus… I mean, Irida looks horrid (and I feel bad saying this, but she DOES look like a horribly designed oc), there is prof Laventon (and I can’t get over his fucking ugly ass hat), another dude with purple long hairs (idk his name, but he have a pretty modern outfit for this era), and then there is Volo… which he is fine, but then by the end of the game we see a little more of his design (esp hair style) and it looks kind of wack… and that is only the most recent game. I can find a lot of things like this in the other pokemon games design wise, but I really can’t think about something like this when it comes to SwSh… even Leon have grown on me lol

Tbh I might be biased bc I really like some characters from SwSh personality wise, or maybe bc I’ve grown attached to game just in general (don’t get me wrong, the game itself have A LOT of problems lmao), but like… I feel that gym theme in SwSh is not THAT bad 🤣🤣🤣 it might be that after several years I’m just too used to them, but I’ve seen some of the characters from SwSh in the pokemon journeys (it’s a new season of the anime) and I kind have grown even more attached? Honestly I like their sport casual (is that how you call it lol?) style

What kind of argument is that?! Its better that theyre all bad to mediocre than maybe some sucking? Looking at all all the gym leaders before SwSh I cant see a single one bad enough for that kind of mindset! Maybe the cowboy guy from Unova.. but even thats BRIMMING with character!

How does it make sense... theyre not on a team and arent even doing the sports that are typical of the uniform(which theyre essentially wearing soccer uniforms).

Again I point of 'its fine' sure... Its fine that Marnies gym uniform is lame and boring and doesnt show her character the way her standard outfit does. Marnie having two main outfits is a great illustrator of my point- her standard outfit with her pink dress with the oversized leather jacket and boots tells us that she is a sweet girl following in her punk brothers footsteps her uniform, says nothing except maybe? shes a dark type trainer... but the other gym leaders dont have a standard outfit so all they have is a uniform that vaguely tells of what element type they train.

Milo is adorable, his big ol hat and his tiny buff body would look better if he was wearing something that fit his shepherd/farmer/gardener jobs... hes not even serious about being a gym leader! Nessa is a model and all she gets to wear in game is a dumb bikini. She still looks cute and she has her card that shows her in a pretty dress... but it could be better. Showing her off as a model and a swimmer as well as a water trainer. Opals jersey dress? Gross. Shes supposed to be this old fancy rich lady! Piers fucking hates his job as gym leader and has some terrific design elements and is most effected by needing to wear a dumb sports uniform. His hair and jacket and boots look like the start of something great and then hes wearing that dumb outfit. MOCK-UP!!

Irida does look terrible and the professor looks dumb in his stupid hat but over all the notable characters look great. The only thing holding the Wardens back (im guessing the 'wardens' are like gym leaders. I dont play the game.) is that theyre all also kind of wearing uniforms... and even their uniforms are better looking than the dumb soccer uniforms. And Volo is also wearing a uniform!

The SwSh gym leaders personality-wise are great and their faces/hair with their stand out accessories are also great but their designs are hampered by them all wearing shorts and jerseys for sports they are not playing and have nothing to do with their characters save Nessa.... and maybe Bea but even they would look cooler if they could deviate from short shorts and sports top.

It must be the familiarity youre feeling if youre defending Leon whos, neck down, an absolute objective hot mess .

[sun-flower-children]

Party Jealousy

Peter Parker x male reader

FLUFF

A/N: requested by an anon

(Y/N) and Peter had been friends since the beginning of middle school. Peter being shyer and interest is unconventional things were more of an outcast but (Y/N) was more social and it came to no surprise to anyone that he became popular. His outgoing and positive energy just really vibed with everyone. Through middle school (Y/N) stuck by Peter making their friendship known. During their middle school experience (Y/N) would try to bring Peter to the dances, so that he too could enjoy the evening with his friend group. Peter being the small nervous bean that he is, he never agreed to attend leaving (Y/N) pouting that he wouldn’t come. 

Over time they developed other friendships: Peter with Ned and (Y/N) with his friends. In highschool not much had changed except that now people were coming up to (Y/N) confessing their feelings or asking him out. Boys and girls all over school had thrown their hearts out to him and every time he politely declined to say that they seemed like wonderful people but he just wasn’t looking for a relationship. Peter and (Y/N) still hung out often, reserving every other Saturday was specially reserved for each other. Often spent taking pictures, walking around while discussing everything and nothing. Many of the pictures on (Y/N) Instagram had been taken by Peter himself.

 It was during one of these hangouts that Peter realized something about himself. Every time you would laugh his heart would flutter. When you would hug him he would feel nervous butterflies flying around in his stomach and feel his cheeks tint dusty pink. His heart beats two times faster when he sees you wearing a sleeveless tank or a tight-fitting shirt. Peter cherished your guys’ friendship too much to ever think of confessing. You had become too big of a piece in his life to ever let you go. He kept these to himself, doing his best so that no one would ever guess that he felt his way towards his best friend.

Then in their senior year, (Y/N) dutifully asked Peter to come to one of his friend’s house parties, knowing full well that Peters only New Years’ resolution was to talk to people more. Peter couldn’t say no to your cute pouting face when you asked him to please go with you so that he could at least try to fulfill his resolution. The party was in the richer part of town and you popped over to Peter’s house to help him dress up. You had the key, as Aunt May trusted you, and walked yourself into their apartment. 

“ Peter ?” You asked.

 “ Huh? (Y/N)? Uh yeah, I’m here.” 

He was standing in front of this closet trying to decide what to wear. 

“ You still haven’t chosen what to wear? Dude’s a casual party, don’t sweat it.” 

“ Easy for you to say. You go to these all the time!” 

“ Do you want me to help you then? Put my expertise to the test?”

Peter slapped your arm in a joking manner making you laugh. 

“ I got you that pair of ripped jeans last year for your birthday. You should wear those. Oh! And that one t-shirt that makes your arms look more buff.”

He stared back at you blankly. Clearly sending the message of ‘I know your saying words but I am just not computing anything. Send help’. (Y/N) sighed gently pushing Peter out of the way to rummage through his closet to find the items he previously mentioned. 

“ Pete you need to clean out your closet. You still have clothes from middle school that doesn’t even fit you anymore! C’mon.”

Peter mumbled a ‘sorry’ as he sat down on the bed, pulling out his phone to scroll through Instagram as he waited. 

“ Boom! Pete here’s your outfit including socks. I already choose your shoes. While you change I am going to make some enchiladas so that we don’t starve. We don’t know what food there’ll be.”

After changing and eating the two of them hopped into (Y/N)’s car. After driving twenty-something minutes they arrived and Peter slunk into his seat. You put your right hand on his thigh and looked at him straight in the eye. 

“ Pete.”

“ Uh-huh?” 

“ You look hot and I am confident that you can make it through this party only after having some fun. If you ever feel overwhelmed just come up to me and tug my shirt two times. You won’t even have to say anything. Okay?”

Peter took a deep breath, looking away from your face and instead st your hand, feeling his face warm-up from your gaze and your words. 

“ Yeah Okay.”

You beamed back at him and gently squeezed his thigh. 

“ Let’s go have some fun.” 

Just walking up to the house three people greeted you and you were almost bombarded by people when you walked to the food table. You being you smiled at everyone and, to those you knew better, you exchanged choreographed handshakes. As you being mingling Peter squeaked out some lame excuse to leave the large group to someplace that was less densely populated with people. Awkwardly leaning against a wall, with a cup in his left hand, and his phone in his right.

“ So you came to this lame party too?”

Peter’s head shot up quickly making eye contact with a familiar face.

“ Hey MJ.”

“ This isn’t typically your scene. Shouldn’t you be home playing with your legos?” She joked. Peter knew her well enough to know that she didn’t mean any harm. 

“ I let (Y/N) drag me to this party.”

“ Oh? You let him?”

“ Y-yeah.”

MJ leaned on the wall right next to him and looked into the party. More specifically straight at (Y/N).

“ He’s hot.”

“ Yeah, he’s attractive.” Peter let himself agree because he doesn’t spend hours of his day looking over pictures that he has of you that he hasn’t let you see yet. He let himself think about the last time the two of you hung out and began reminiscing the photos he took. While he was zoned out he was unaware that MJ was still talking to him. Until she shook his arm. 

“ Peter look there’s a girl clinging onto his arm. Is (Y/N) even straight? I’m pretty sure he’s gay.”

He couldn’t help himself and quickly looked in your direction to see that in fact there was a girl standing a little to close to you for his liking. Peter felt this angry heat slowly fill up his chest thinking ‘ how dare she stay to close to him’ but immediately seeing his negative reaction he took deep breaths to calm himself. ‘ I don’t have any control over him. He can do whatever he wants.’ Then why did he feel like this? The two of you weren’t romantically involved and he was just a friend in your eyes.

“ Peter you look really angry. What is doing on?”

Without even saying anything MJ put two and two together. How is gaze was trained on you and how you were mingling with the other party attendees. MJ was going to open her mouth to say something when suddenly Peter walked away from the wall towards you. As Peter made his way to you another girl started touching your chest. 

“ Oh hey, Pete-”

Peter quickly pulled the bottom oh your shirt twice and then started walking outside. (Y/N) said that he needed to go outside quickly and went after Peter. He was waiting for you by where you parked your car. 

“ Hey, Pete what’s wrong.”

“I am really angry and it’s totally stupid too.”

“ Pete you are not stupid and your feelings are valid. Just tell me what happened.”

“ I was talking to MJ and then she pointed out how you had girls coming up to all the time and that they were always flirting with you. You’re always letting them touch you. It’s really really frustrating to see you like that. Then I started feeling really angry and I could feel all of this negative energy in my chest. It made me feel like a bomb about to explode. I’m sorry this is stupid I should have let you stay in the party.” Peter rambled.

He stared at his feet as if they were the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. His face felt like it was melting off and the thudding of his heart was almost like a throbbing head ached. He was mentally preparing himself to get told off or even rejected for what hints of a crush that he just gave. Hands clenched to his sides and he just now noticed how his classic plastic red cup is beyond destroyed as he is holding it with a death grip. Noticed how his vision was starting to blur and bring upon arm to wipe what he was desperately hoping are not tears. Without saying anything (Y/N) wrapped his arms around him. Peter instinctively wrapped his arms around your torso bringing you closer, engulfing himself in your familiar scent. At some point, you started to sway and he just followed your rhythm after resting your head on his shoulder/head ( depending on how tall you are). 

“ I’m sorry (Y/N)” Peter mumbled into your shirt.

 “ I didn’t know you felt that way, Pete.”

“ I didn’t know I could be that angry at someone I don’t know.”  

“ Let’s just go home. I don’t really want to be here if it’s making you cry.”

Peter didn’t say anything but he nodded in agreement and the two settled back into the car for the short drive back. There was no more talking but the soft sounds of the jazz radio playing through the radio. Peter wrapped his arms around himself feeling the cold air from the half-opened window. Wordlessly  (Y/N) understood and reached in the backseat for his hoodie which he immediately gave to the cold boy. Now having a warm and comforting layer he could enjoy the fresh air from outside and you drove him. After parking your car, you both walked up the stairs to his door. Before he could open the door, you pulled Peter back into another hug. 

“ Pete do something nice for yourself and don’t beat yourself up about. Crying is a normal thing for humans to do.” Your voice was soft and gentle with a rhythm that calmed him down. Before letting him go you brought one hand to tuck some of his hair behind his ear. 

“ Go to bed at a reasonable time Pete. Do it for me please.” 

After kissing him gently on his forehead and turned around for your car.

“ (Y/N)!” Peter whisper-yelled.

“ Yeah, Pete!” You whisper-yelled back as you turned around. 

“ You know I kind of confessed to you earlier.”

“ I do.”

And with that, you turned around again for the last time that night and didn’t look back.

[kaylathekittykat225]

Pretty Girl // Jason Todd X Reader

Warning/s: small mentions of insecurities, but all is good

Word Count: 4,016

Hey guys, hope you all enjoy. It would be cool to hear what you guys like about my writing if you have the chance, just trying to see what y’all like to see from me. :)

Here’s my Masterlist.

Enjoy.

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"Honestly Bruce we are fine, we can take care of Gotham for three nights...No we aren't gonna let it catch fire...Come on that was one time! And that was all Tim's fault! Why aren't you blaming him?!"

"Hey!" Jason groaned as soon as he heard the younger Wayne boy pipe up, obviously tapping into the conversation between Jason and Bruce. Bruce started yelling at Tim, Tim started yelling at Jason, Jason was yelling at the wall he kicked, honestly, it was all a muddled mess.

"Shut up!" The three arguing men all dropped their jaws at being told what to do, and them actually obeying it. Jason opened his mouth to say something sarcastic back, honestly, it's his best come back yet, but Damian spoke up again. "Todd, go to your left."

"What the-"Jason looked over to his left and saw an alley way below him. "If I go left, I fall off the damn roof, you twit. If you wanted me gone that badly, you could have just asked."

"Todd, just go down the damn alley." Bruce's voice in the background was telling Damian off for using language while the vigilante did as the younger asked. He clambered down the fire shoot and walked about the darkened alley way that smelled like old seafood and Chinese.

"Okay Damian, what am I doing down here?" Even through his red helmet, Jason could smell every horrible stench, his lenses adjusting to the much darker surroundings and trying to find something that Damian could have noticed even when he's in Paris with Bruce.

"Just listen." Silence filled the air as he did, he even turned up the sensitivity of his helmet's audio receiver, and still found nothing. "There." Just as Damian spoke, a quiet whine overpowered Jason's ears, deafening him for a minute. Okay, sensitivity too sensitive.

Jason walked towards the noise, adjusting his audio again before he caught sight of the thing making all the noise. "Nice ear Damian, I'll call you guys back." Jason murmured before hanging up on his family, and promptly hanging up on Damian when he tried calling back right after he dropped the call.

"Hey, pretty girl." Jason tenderly whispered, dropping all previous signs that he was one of the most feared names in Gotham as he knelt before the shivering dog in front of him.

The auburn-haired dog whimpered again and pulled her front paw closer to her chest and tried pressing herself between the wall and the dumpster. "Hey, hey, I'm not gonna hurt ya. You don't need to be scared of me, pretty girl." He slowly extended his arm out to the injured looking dog, waiting and hoping that she would lick his hand or sniff it or something that showed she wasn't scared of him.

She however continued to try and push herself back into the corner, away from him. Jason sighed and thought to himself of what to do, going to scratch the itch on his chin when he felt the smooth metal of his helmet against his fingertips.

"Jeez, Jace, that might help if she could see you." He quickly pulled the latch at the base of his neck and pulled the deactivated red mask off his head. "There you go, is that better girl?" Jason quickly shook his hair out of helmet hair mode and smiled gently back at her.

Her shivering body seemed to calm down and the dog leaned forward with a curious expression, slowly scooting out of the corner with her nose extended towards his hand. As she started coming more towards his hand and into the light, Jason saw that there was a long piece of barb wire wrapped around her front paw, covering it in dry and wet blood. "Aw, sweet pup. Let's get you all cleaned up, you pretty girl. Let me see the leg."

The German Shepherd of a dog finally walked into the awaiting arms of Jason; while doing so, she kept her front paw to her chest, holding it away from hurting it any further. The young vigilante kept cooing and whispering quiet words of encouragement to her as he lifted her up onto his lap, he  was already sitting cross legged on the damp ground of the alley way. "I'm going to take you home and have my friend patch you up, okay?" Jason whispered to the dog as he gathered her up in his arms and stood up.

She whimpered quietly and twisted her body around to face him, her pink tongue reaching over to lick his cheek. "Aw, you're welcome."

<<<>>> 

"So, you are saying, Master Jason, that you found this dog in the alley way and you brought her here?" Alfred has asked this question about three times over since Jason and Dick had driven back into the Batcave, Dick still dressed in the cowl he had to wear tonight to assure that everyone that Batman was still about.

"Eyup," Jason popped the "p", keeping his eyes fixed solely on the dog who laid passed out of the table. Watching the man who could be considered the boys grandfather, Jason saw how he was patching up the dog; yes, he was doing one of his many hobbies of being a caregiver, but he seemed very stiff. "Honestly Alfred, if you have a problem with this, I can keep her at mine and Roy's place."

"It is not a problem at all, Master Jason. I don't think anything could be possibly worse than Master Damian's vast array of animals." Dick chuckled from his place in front of the computer, everyone remembering different instances where Damian's animals caused chaos in the house. "Just keep her front leg cleaned and we can talk about what to do with her when Master Bruce returns."

The tallest of the used to be Robins nodded his head and walked over to Alfred's small operating table, the butler walking away with the barbed wire and his surgical tools to return upstairs to his butling. Stealing the silver chair from the corner, Jason wheeled it over and sat next to the dog's head, patiently waiting for her to wake up.

"So, a dog," Dick spun his chair around to look at his little brother, his Little Wing. "Always saw you as a cat kinda dude."

"Please, you know you're the cat fanatic of the family."

"Then why do I have a folder full of you and Alfred the cat cuddling pictures?" Dick chuckled to himself as he pulled the folder up on the screen, showing the multitude of pictures of the buff man and cat.

A gentle blush dusted across Jason's nose and cheeks, "I'm not gonna deny that I am an animal person, but I prefer dogs over any other animal."

Dick hummed at his brother as he rolled his eyes and spun back to the computer. "What's ya gonna call 'er?"

"Hmm," Jason hadn't really gotten that far, all that was in his head was: dog hurt. Help dog. Dog home. Good dog. "I don't know, I don't really want to name her if she isn't really mine."

"Well you got to call her something other than dog." The faux Batman had a point.

Before Jason could really say anything else on the matter, he noticed the German waking up. "Hey, pretty girl." He rubbed the top of her ear between his forefinger and thumb, watching as her dark eyes looked around and groggily focused on him. "How you feeling?" She whimpered at him in response before the dog pushed her body up, stopping when she felt her paw not freely moving before she saw the gauze Alfred had wrapped around the now clean wound.

Jason happily smiled as she yipped and moved herself to be able to lick his hand, rubbing her wet nose against his calloused hand. "So much for a cat person." Jason had to stop himself from rolling his eyes as Dick muttered while he finished up the report for the night.

<<<>>> 

By the end of the fourth day, Bruce and the Demon Sperm Product were scheduled to be home at any moment and Jason was kinda upset that they were coming back home. Okay, so he was happy that they were coming back, because dear God does Bruce do a lot around the city. Tim, Dick and Jason were ready to have two more sets of fists to help swing at the criminals of the city. Let's just thank God that Joker didn't decide that this was his week to break out of Arkham.

But the only living Todd was not looking forward to Damian coming home and stealing Pretty Girl away from him. And that she would love Damian more than she seemed to love him. He finally came to the conclusion to just name the dog Pretty Girl, finding it a fitting name with the knowledge that she was in fact a girl and she was a pretty dog.

So, while breaking down and then proceeding to rebuild his pistol over and over again, Jason stared at the dog who rested her head on his knee, she placed it there after she noticed he couldn't stop making it jump. The clicking of the gun pieces over and over again quickly drew her dark eyes open and stared up at him. "Hey, don't look at me like that." Looking around the room, Jason found he was alone, besides Pretty Girl, in the Batcave and he turned back around to her. "Don't tell Dick I said this, but I'm nervous for you to meet Damian, or I guess Damian to meet you."

Jason went on rambling about his internal worries about Damian and Pretty Girl, but as he looked down to her, all he saw in her eyes was understanding, as if she knew what he was telling her. "I just...I don't want to lose you, Pretty Girl." Setting the gun aside, Jason opened his lap up and the red furred German Shepherd happily accepted the invitation to leap onto the young adult's lap, quickly smothering his face in kisses and licks. He could almost feel her reassuring him that all of his worries are impossible to happen.

The rare deep throated chuckles from Jason were cut short by the rapid footstep and demanding voiced of Damian Wayne racing down the stairs. "Todd? Todd where is this dog? Are you torturing it with your presence? Are you actually torturing it?"

"I'm not an animal torturer, you little brat." Jason muttered to himself as the curious dog leapt from his lap and bounded excitedly towards the oncoming voice.

Her higher pitched barks varied greatly from Titus' deep-set barks that followed after his master's stride. Jason didn't think it was a good idea for her to go up into the mansion, not wanting to have Titus, or even Alfred, bite her for intruding on their space. And BatCow, damn that uttered animal was mean, ain't no way that Jason was letting his Pretty Girl near that monster.

Damian slid towards the dog on his knees, a smile quickly crossed his face at the sight of her. "You should be grateful I heard you over Todd's headset, otherwise something could have eaten you." Running his hair through her freshly cleaned fur towards her ears, Damian quickly looked over to his older brother. "You did well in taking care of her in my absence Todd. You can proceed home now; I don't think the dog nor I will be requiring your assistance any longer."

Jason's breath hitched in his throat as he continued to watch Pretty Girl, his Pretty Girl, lick at Damian's outspread hand. But that's how she was, a dog who loved people and would love anyone who would give her the time of day. He wasn't anything special to her.

Brushing past Bruce, Jason said his goodbye, stating he would see everyone for tonight's patrol when he got there. As he left, he could hear the happy barks of the dog he let himself be stupid enough to feel connected to. "Who the hell am I kidding, she's just a fricking dog, not a woman." But when she was around him, Jason actually felt wanted and needed by someone other than this damned city.

"Will you be needing anything, Master Jason before you go?" Alfred asked without looking up from the dinner he was preparing for Master Bruce's return dinner, knowing all of the boys' footsteps by heart after years of hearing them stomp around the once quiet home he cared for.

"No, I-" Looking up at the old man, Jason stopped in his tracks. "Do you still make that killer hot chocolate you would make me when I was a kid?"

"Only for you, Master Jason." Alfred then swiftly whisked around the kitchen as he prepared the hot chocolate that Jason adored as a little kid; somethings never changed.

But even with the steaming drink before him, that still tasted like heaven in a drink by the way, Jason radiated a mopey mood. "Jason?" The deep-set voice of his adopted father asked from the doorway of the kitchen, surprised to see Jason here,  half expecting Jason to already be back at his apartment and as far away from the house as he could be.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." Named vigilante sighed half-heartedly before taking a quick sip of the drink.

Bruce eyed his son up and down, never too used to emotions, especially coming from this one. Usually Dick was the over emotional and sighing one. "Is...everything alright?" Knowing he was stepping on eggshells, Bruce proceed with caution and took a bar stool next to Jason.

"Oh peachy, good to be reminded around here that I'm not needed and that every time I think someone will depend on me and think I'm worth their time will turn around to someone else, leaving me in their dust." Slamming the cup down, Alfred cleared his throat at the action, resulting in a quiet apology from Jason.

Bruce's steely eyes kept a fixed stare on the black-haired boy with the white streak running through the middle. "Jason, you know you're-"

"I don't need your sympathy, Bruce." Standing up, the boy feeling interrogated quickly chugged his hot chocolate down, welcoming the scalding burn to his throat before gently placing the glassware in the sink to be cleaned later. "I'm running back to my place, call me when you head out for patrol." And without any room from Bruce to call out, Jason had left to grab his bike from the Batcave.

Swinging his leg up over the seat of the bike, Jason switched on the engine and sped off, the screeching of his tires not allowing him to hear the frantic barks of a German Shepherd he was leaving behind.

<<<>>> 

Over the next couple of days, Jason has been far more irritable and much more trigger happy than normal, leaving many of the perps they took down wounded and heavily bleeding. He couldn't even stand the voice of Damian, always snapping at him and disregarding his presence as if he were a gnat on the floor.

"Little wing, you have got to-"

"Quit with that stupid name, Penis!" Jason harshly barked at Dick.

Taken aback, the vulgarly nicknamed blacknette took a step back, the shock evident on his face; that was always a sore topic for Dick, memories of his younger years at the circus with all the older boys who were fire swallowers or throwers making fun of his choice of nickname.

Jason regretted his words as soon as they left his lips, but every little thing was getting on his nerves. And like everything he regretted, he ran from it. Before Dick or the rest of the shocked family could do anything, Jason Todd was gone. "What the heck was the about?" Tim broke the silence from the medical bench, hissing as Alfred continued to stitch up the gash on his forehead.

"Whatever it is, Jason needs to get himself in order, he's going to get suspended from the field if he continues to act like this." Bruce with his cowl still on, glances over to still fazed Dick.

"I think Todd poisoned my dog." Damian declared, having decided it was proper time to change the subject.

Alfred scoffed. "Master Jason did no such thing."

"Then why is she being as grumpy as he is? All she does is sleep in front of his bedroom door upstairs." Rolling his eyes, the usually calm Alfred pulled the thread too tight, resulting in a yelp of pain from Tim.

"You all are too blind to see that Master Jason was very attached to that dog."

"But she's mine!"

"Quite the contrary Master Damian, Master Jason found her and took care of her until you came home from your business trip and claimed her as your own. That is also the explanation for Master Jason's irritability." The butler left his family with this knowledge and proceeded upstairs to enjoy himself a cup of tea.

"What's Pennyworth going on about?"

"A very valid point." Dick said, finally out of his trance. "You should have seen him with her, he loved Pretty Girl."

"Yeah." Tim voiced his agreement.

"But that is such a repulsive name, I think BatDog fits her so much better." From her corner of the room, the German Shepherd perked up at Dick calling her name, only to drop it back down when Damian wandered over to her.

Pulling the cowl off his head and moving to put it away, Bruce called, "Just get Jason back here in a better mood for patrol tomorrow," before walking up the stairs to his bed.

"Well, what's the plan, Dick?"

"We're going to make Jason regret ever bringing up that nickname." Dick replied with a hard-set goal behind his eyes.

<<<>>> 

"Whoever the fuck you are go away!" Jason groaned at the door, not happy to be woken up from his not so peaceful sleep to banging on his front door. He got home and didn't even bother changing out of his bloody uniform, just falling onto his bed and calling it a night.

More banging.

"Quit it!"

Even more banging.

"That's it, you're getting a bullet in the head." Grabbing his pistol from the nightstand, Jason swung open the door and pressed the end of the barrel to the smiling face of his grinning older brother. "What the hell are you doing Dick? It's 4:30 in the fucking morning."

"Oh, the time is called payback for calling me Penis." Happily grinning, Dick was way too calm for someone with a gun pointed point blank at his head.

Groaning, Jason lowered his arm, "Yeah man, I'm sorry 'bout that I just haven't-"

"And that’d be why I am here." Using incorrect grammar always bugged Jason, so this was another little payback is a bitch move of Dick's while he pulled the leash he had hidden behind his back.

"Pretty Girl?" The dog barked happily at her name and leaped across the threshold of the apartment into Jason's unsuspecting arms. "Hey, who's my Pretty Girl?" He pulled his arms out and scratched behind her ears, her pink tongue catching his face and hands as much as she could, both happy to see the other person again. "Dick what's going on? Why'd you bring Pretty Girl here?"

"Well, Damian thinks you poisoned her because she was mopey when you left, Bruce is sick of your attitude, I'm not too pleased with your choice of nickname, Alfred misses making hot chocolate for you, and Tim couldn't care any less that I'm bringing the dog back." Staring at his older brother in disbelief, Jason looked back down at the panting dog, she looked as though she could be smiling back at him. "And she just missed you."

Smiling at the dog, Jason pressed a kiss to the top of her head, "I missed you too girl."

But the joy wasn't long lasting, after Jason pressed the quick kiss to the dog, a loud popping sound followed by a woosh almost blew his ear drums out. A purple dust filled the apartment entry way, filling both Jason's and Dick's mouth with a nasty taste of magic.

"What the hell?" Jason coughed and fanned the dust away from his face, taking a look over to Dick to see him trying to cough up a lung. "Pretty Girl?"

"Down here." A loud shriek followed the voice, if it was from Jason, Dick or the new feminine voice, no one would admit or ever know. But the new not deep make voice scared the crap out of Jason.

Looking down, he saw a girl sitting at his feet, her H/C was a mess and E/C eyes stared right back at him, scared and just as confused as he was. "Um, who are you?"

"I-I'm Pretty-" She caught herself before she said the dog's name. "I'm Y/N."

Nodding, Jason took his leather jacket off and used it to wrap around you, keeping his eyes level with your own, covering you as best as he could with a jacket. "Okay, Y/N," turning away from you he saw that Dick had already read his mind and grabbed you a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt from Jason's closet. "Let's get you some clothes on and we can find out what just happened."

"I...Klarion, I think his name was Kalrion. I was petting his cat when he cursed me or something like that." Nodding, Jason ushered you into the door and out of the hallway where peering eyes could look and led you to the living room, turning his back to you as you changed.

"Sounds like a curse Klarion would do." Dick commented.

Nodding, Jason turned around after you gave him the go ahead. "So, Y/N, um, do you have someone you could call, a boyfriend, husband? Something like that?" Not noticing how your face fell at the question, Jason couldn't let himself look at you for longer than a few seconds, his hands in his pockets were getting sweaty and clammy faster than he wanted to put a bullet through the Joker's head.

"I...no, I just got out of a halfway home, I got out of there cause no one wanted me, and I just turned eighteen a few days before all this happened." You meekly looked down at your feet, playing with your fingers.

"Oh...well um...you can..." Quickly clearing his throat, as well as trying to cough up this nervous behavior he had brewing inside of him, he looked up at you finally meeting your eyes again. "You can stay here for the night. I can take the-"

"I am not letting you take the couch, I watched you come back to the cave with all those bruises and cuts. You are sleeping on your own bed. I can take the couch." You stood tall and stared back at him, your body telling him you were set on your decision and that it would take more than an army to make you change your mind.

"I...okay." Jason relented as he felt how tired his body was, it was still way too early for him to be awake, and his mind was slowly shutting down. "I'll grab you a pillow and blanket."

"Don't worry Jaybird, I gottem for you." Dick happily bright out the pile of linens and went places them on the couch. "And if you will excuse me, I need to go explain to Bruce how we have a new addition to the family." Chocking on his own spit, Jason turned to shout something at his brother, but spluttered out very few words.

"I...I guess this is good night." Jason nodded in agreement and turned to go down the hall to his bedroom. "And Jason," turning back to the mystery girl, Jason felt himself calm a little at her smile. "You can't lose me that easily Jason, especially not to Damian."

Smiling back, Jason thought a second before he responded. "Thanks, Pretty Girl."

[kee-writestrashh]

Guns for Hire

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

ao3

Summary:  You are the wife to the Heir of the Red Kings, Ramsay Bolton. living the undercover life of a mob wife has its perks, and you love your husband. But you find out something that seems to unfold a series of unwanted events…

Chapter 46: Robbers and Psychics

You rolled over to find Ramsay's side of the bed cold and empty. You sighed, rubbing your eyes.

You sat up slowly, a sharp pain in your ribs as you did so. You placed your hand on your belly.

"Too early, sweetheart." You whispered, with a yawn as your feet touched the plush carpet. You slipped your robe on, tying the ribbon as you quietly went to the bathroom to go through your morning routine.

You walked through the house, no sign of Ramsay. You could see the sun rising in the distance.

You slipped on a pair of Ramsay's shoes and stepped out the back door to find him smoking and watching Moose chase the early morning birds.

You slipped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek to his bare back.

"Morning." He said through a cloud of smoke.

"Good morning, baby. You good?" You hummed back, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Mhm."

The air outside was refreshing. It had the smell of warm weather. Of spring on the way. It lifted your spirits slightly.

"It's going to be warm today. Can you smell it?" You said, pulling away from Ramsay and stepping out into the yard, tipping your head back to look at the pink and orange morning sky.

You turned to Ramsay who watched you with a small smirk, "all I smell is the bags full of cash I'm going to bring home later."

He looked slightly ashen faced. Though, it may have just been the time of morning. You weren't even sure how long he had been up, or how much sleep he had actually gotten.

You dropped your shoulders and frowned, "I really wish you wouldn't, baby. Please?"

"I don't want to disappoint the cops, baby girl. It's a crime to lie to the police. I don't wanna be a criminal." He chuckled, flicking his cigarette away from him. "Breakfast?"

"Yes, please. You make the best breakfast." You said with a bright smile.

"Because I'm a drunk." He said earnestly, opening the door for you.

You sat at the table sipping coffee and watching your husband make breakfast when the backdoor opened. Startled, Moose barked, retreating under your chair.

In walked Matt, Damon, and Charlotte. Moose crawled out from under your chair, sniffing furiously at Matt, who looked lost and panicky.

Charlotte gave you a warm, one armed hug, taking a seat beside you and resting her head on the table.

"Bit early." Ramsay said, glancing over at Damon.

"Neighbors decided to have an episode this morning. Cops came and questioned us and shit. Apparently the old woman freaked the fuck out on her old man and beat the hell out of him." Damon said with a yawn, "Said she beat him with the coffee pot because he bought the wrong kind or some shit."

"Relationship goals right there." Ramsay laughed, delicately placing bacon into the frying pan to avoid grease burns.

"So since we were up I figured we could get over here and I can watch you get irritated at eight thirty in the morning as I point out the flaws you have in this plan of yours."

"Fair enough. No hash browns for you though, for coming to my house way too early to piss me off." Ramsay replied slowly.

Damon gave a gasp of mock horror and pouted, "but I may die without your hash brows! IHOP doesn't have shit on you."

You raised a brow. For as long as you had known him, Damon was always the happy-go-lucky morning person you wanted to punch for being too damn happy before 11a.m. But then again, Ramsay was a pretty lively morning person as well. Fucking weirdos.

"Dude, I did not want to see you this early in the morning." Ramsay said, narrowing his eyes at Damon.

"Ouch. That hurt a bit. Right here" -He jabbed his finger into his chest- "You know you missed me. It's been almost twelve hours. Besides, I may or may not have news." Damon said, pinching Ramsay's cheek and slapping his ass before taking his seat beside his wife, who was resting with her head down on her arm on the edge of the table. You weren't even sure she was awake.

A slight twinge of jealousy creeping up at Ramsay and Damon's relationship. It was weird to you sometimes. Ramsay never acted like he really cared about Damon, and then sometimes they acted like brothers and best friends.

"What kind of news?" Ramsay asked, curiosity clearly peaked.

"Hash browns first. Then news." Damon said, sliding a lighter across the table to Matt, who had been patting his pockets since he sat down.

"Should I suck your dick while I'm at it then since you're making demands?"

Damon shrugged, "I mean, if you're offering breakfast and blow jobs I won't object. What gets better than that?"

You snorted into you cup, standing up. You crossed the kitchen and placed a kiss to your husband's cheek.

"I'm going to go dress." You whispered.

Ramsay grabbed your wrist and pulled you back toward him. He placed a rough kiss to your lips and grabbed your ass, pulling you in closer.

Finally he let you go, slapping your ass with a wooden spoon as you walked away. You threw him a dirty look over your shoulder, rubbing your burning ass cheek.

"Mm. I like the way that sounded." He purred, winking at you as your cheeks warmed.

"No, man! We are doing it this way." Ramsay said, smacking Damon in the head with the notebook he was clutching.

You and Charlotte watched your husbands row like watching a tennis rally. It was only a matter of time before they both ended up on the floor, throwing fists.

Matt sat on the floor, slightly green in the face, as he watched the argument. He hadn't said anything at all since entering your house. He kept smoking, simply to keep himself busy and hands from shaking.

Ramsay jumped up, looming over Damon, who was bracing himself for the damage he was about to be dealt.

"You!" Ramsay said heatedly, pointing at Matt, who squeaked in fright, cowering like a beat dog. "What do you think? This was your idea, after all."

Matt looked like he wished his Lord and Savior would swoop down and take him away.

"I... I dunno, boss. Please don't make me answer. I don't know anything about any of this." Matt whimpered, staring at the floor, looking like he may throw up if he opened his mouth again.

You caught Ramsay's eye and gave him a hard look. He gave you a wink, and sat back down.

"Call the Boys and tell them to meet us at Theon's house. We'll leave from there."

Damon nodded, pulling his phone out. Ramsay rose again from his perch, this time holding his hand out to you.

You took his hand and let him help you up. He tugged you down the hall to the bathroom, which was still a mess.

"Want you to get this re-bandaged before I leave." He said, holding out his arm to you.

You nodded, pulling scissors off the counter and cutting the gauze away. It looked so much better. Even after only a couple days. The human body was an amazing thing.

"This looks so much better, baby. Another day or two and I won't have to wrap it anymore, I don't think. I dunno what this shit is, but it's amazing." You said, examining the black tube of cream Whit had brought you. There were no labels or markings. Just a black tube.

"Good. Now what are you doing today?" Ramsay said, biting at a nail as you washed the burn.

"Hanging out here with Charlotte, then going to lunch with Oly, and coming back home." You said, patting the wound dry.

"That's it?"

"Yep. What news did Damon have?"

"The Lannister midget's trial starts today. I guess you saw he was arrested on Joffrey's murder? Anyways that bitch of a sister of his is pushing the issue. Her younger son has been seen with the Tyrell whore. In very sketch situations and places. And the Lannister's now know about the girl and Martell boy. You should get in contact with your snakes, make them aware. I have a feeling it won't be pretty."

You finished wrapping the arm with a frown, "promise me you will step in if it goes to shit."

He turned to look at you and gave a small grin, "Alright, baby girl."

You entered the living room, taking your seat beside Charlotte, who had pulled Moose up on the couch with her.

"How's Ramsay this morning?" Damon asked, handing a joint back to Matt.

"Better, I think. He hasn't complained. Thank god." You said with a shrug.

A few moments later Ramsay entered the room, dressed in his Sunday best, holding his Kylo helmet and Darth Vader mask. He dropped the mask in Matt's lap.

"While you're down there kid, shine my shoe." Ramsay said, placing his foot on Matt's leg.

"Dude, you're wild." Damon chuckled, looking Ramsay over.

You watched Matt buff out a scuff in the shoe with the cuff of his hoodie.

"First impressions are important." Ramsay smirked, lighting a cigarette. "Kid, we need to find you a mask. What's your poison?"

Matt looked up at Ramsay, confused.

"Surely you had a masked character you looked up to as a kid. We all have one. Today you're Vader, but we will find you a new one after we leave the bank." Ramsay said with an air of great patience.

Matt shrugged.

"Oh come on, you're still a baby. Still watch cartoons and read comics, I'm sure. See, I have a thing for Star Wars. Damon is an Iron Man fan. I made Ben Master Chief, since he wanted to run around and play jarhead when we graduated high school. Alyn is Deadpool. Yellow Dick is Crossbones." He looked over at Damon, "man, I just realized how fitting that is for him."

Damon gave a little shrug and nod.

Ramsay turned back to Matt, pulling his foot away from him.

"I dunno..."

"Think on it, and I'll ask you over lunch."

Ramsay turned to you, "I have to go see dear Theon. I'll call you when the job is done. It'll be quick. In and out."

You only nodded with a frown. Ramsay kissed your forehead and left.

"It'll be alright. I know what he has in mind. We have gear, we will be alright." Damon assured you, giving Charlotte a hug and quick kiss. "Let's go kid."

"How are they so okay with it?" Charlotte asked after a few moments of silence.

"I wish I knew. Sometimes I wish my moral compass was as off as theirs." You sighed, "lunch with me later?"

"Sure thing, hon."

You picked up the discarded notebook, glancing over Ramsay's notes. It was hard to decipher it. For someone as genius and precise in everything as he was, his writing was horrible.

"So, a Tyrell bank, huh? That's what Dame said." Charlotte said, lighting a cigarette.

"No." You said slowly, looking at the notebook still, "the bank Ramsay used to work at, it would seem."

It made the knot in your chest loosen slightly. Ramsay probably knew every inch of that bank, and all the security. Maybe they really would be okay. And it was blocks away from any of the Tyrell banks. The Boys would be in and out before the cops ever had time to get there if they were watching the Tyrell banks. It made you laugh.

×××

"I've never been here." Charlotte said as a man opened the door of the restaurant for you both.

"It's one of my favorite places in the city. It's never too busy, but some of the best pasta ever." You replied, choosing a booth by the window. You were about 15 minutes early, but you couldn't sit at home anymore.

A few minutes later Olyvar took his seat across from you, arms Laden in books and papers.

"I went ahead and ordered for you." You said with a smile, grabbing the first booklet of alcohol.

"Sweet." Olyvar said, pulling a pen. He took a long drink from his glass before setting it down, propping his cheek up on his palm and gazing at you intently, "So?"

You drew a deep breath, ready to explode. Olyvar always had a way of making you spill the beans.

"I am so fucking tired and overwhelmed, Oly! Ramsay is always going and it's exhausting. I guess I never noticed it before because I was always working too... but damn. He needs to slow down. Maybe i just can't hang anymore because I'm pregnant. I don't know. But it wouldn't kill him to just sit down and take a breather. He has me so stressed. You have no idea what I would give right now for a pack of cigarettes, a bottle of wine, and a whole bowl out if a bong. Like, get this baby out!" You said, the words cascading like a waterfall.

"And what is my god son's name?" Olyvar asked, raising a brow.

You heaved an irritable sigh, "he doesn't have one yet. Ramsay won't say shit. It's about to freak me the fuck out."

"Maybe if you acted like you don't care he would tell you. You get so worked up. He loves watching you meltdown." Olyvar said wisely.

He did have a point.

Lunch passed in laughs and arguments as you and Olyvar compared prices and distributors. Finally, multiple order forms had been successfully completed.

"We have probably a hundred applications as of right now. We need to set up interviews and get people hired. We are nearing the finish line, very quickly." Olyvar said, looking as excited as you felt.

You nodded, "yeah. We should start like next week."

"So, I was thinking. We should go see a psychic."

"Ugh. Not that again." You tutted, rolling your eyes.

"Oh, come on. It will be fun. There's a woman a few blocks over. She's supposed to be the best. You're my best friend, that means I can pressure you into going with me."

"Alright, alright." You huffed, "wanna go, Charlotte?"

"Sure, I'm game. It's always fun. Maybe my future looks brighter than the last time I went." She laughed.

You stared at the building, apprehension setting in your chest.

"Come on, (y/n). She's the best in the city, probably even the country from what I've heard. It will be fun. It's not like it's legit. You aren't doomed to some bad fortune or something." Olyvar said, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the dimly lit building. As you passed the door you read the sign:

Madame Maggy

Psychic

Palmistry, divination, tarot, tea leaves, crystal ball

Charlotte made a noise of interest as she examined a shelf of crystals.

The windows and lamps were draped in shawls, and a pungent smell filled you as a wall of incense sticks burned. Various candles were set around the room with more crystals, funny symbols and runes, and interesting statues.

A woman stepped out of the shadows. Her brown eyes seemed to burn gold in the odd light cast around the room. She had the look of a woman would could have been beautiful. She was covered in shawls and bangles, gold teeth glittering in the dim light as she smiled at you and your party.

"May I help you?" She said in a simpering, honeyed voice.

"Uh... thought maybe we could get out palms read?" You said, suddenly feeling very nervous.

"This way." She whispered, pulling a curtain back. "One at a time."

Olyvar nudged you forward. You shot him a dirty look and followed the woman.

She took a seat at a velvet covered table, holding her hand out to you.

You took a ginger seat on the edge of the chair across from her and held your hand out.

Her hand was just as silky as her voice as she encased your hand in hers. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself, tracing a sharp nail over your palm.

"Mm... mhm... yes... what do you want to know dear?" She said quietly, opening her eyes, grip tightening on your hand.

"Uhh... not sure? I've never done this before." You said awkwardly, not looking her in the eyes.

"Mm, yes. But you're curious. A lot going on. A healthy baby boy growing strong inside you, giving you nightmares." She smiled, grip tightening further.

You snapped your eyes to hers, heart jamming itself in your throat.

"Yes. Horrible nightmares. Chaos. Fire. Death. You fear for your husband. Terrible secrets."

You yanked your hand back, and stood quickly. Afraid. You dug in your purse and dropped a 20 on the table, turning and leaving before she could say anymore.

You entered the front room, "Come on. We are leaving." You hissed to Charlotte and Olyvar, who both looked questioning.

Madame Maggy leaned against the door frame.

"What you fear will come to pass sooner than you think!" She called after you as you pushed the door open and stepped out into the street.

You took a deep breath, swallowing the fear and trying to compose yourself.

"What was that?" Charlotte asked, looking back at the door.

"Nothing. I want to go home and take a nap. I feel horrible." You said harshly. "Oly, let me know what day you want to run interviews. Be safe and be careful. Loves."

You gave Olyvar a tight hug. He gave you a look as you pulled away, "not today." You whispered in his ear.

He gave an understanding nod and smile. "Call if you need anything."

"Word." You said with a smile, climbing into the jeep.

You and Charlotte said nothing on the way to the safe house.

"I wish they would hurry up." You sighed, glancing over at the clock, starting to worry as the afternoon grew later.

"I'm sure they're fine. Just giving poor Matt shit. They are so mean to him." Charlotte assured you, taking the bowl of ice cream you had offered her.

"I know. I keep telling them to leave him alone, but you know them. Anyways, I need to clean the bathroom. No idea where the remote is. Ramsay hides it so I don't change his channels." You said, giving an apologetic shrug.

Even though it only took a solid 20 minutes to clean the bathroom completely, you were exhausted. You leaned against the counter, resting your hand on your belly when you felt it. You felt your child finally move on the outside. You drew in a sharp gasp of excitement. You couldn't wait to show Ramsay.

Maybe that would bring about realization and he would finally give you a name. You were very curious of the name he would come up with.

You just sat back on the couch when the backdoor burst open. You turned quickly to see Ramsay walk in, a pep in his step and humming a tune.

He placed a kiss to the top of your head as he walked past you and took a seat in his recliner.

"Where's the money?" You asked, watching him closely.

"What money?" He asked innocently.

You opened your mouth and closed it again.

He let out a laugh and nodded behind you as Matt walked in carrying two large duffel bags, dropping them on the ground at Ramsay's feet.

He looked much better than this morning.

He turned to you, glee all over his face, "that was the wildest fucking shit! This guy is fucking INSANE!"

"It just came to me! I know who I'm making you!"  Ramsay said suddenly, looking fixedly at Matt.

"Huh?" Matt asked, as Damon, Ben, Alyn, and Yellow Dick all walked in carrying two duffel bags a piece.

"Your mask. I'm making you Star Lord!" Ramsay said, pulling the closest bag to him and unzipping it.

"No problems then?" You questioned, watching Ramsay stack bundles of bills on the coffee table.

"None at all. I told you it would go smooth, baby girl." He said, lighting a cigarette.

"How many did you kill?" You asked, unsure you wanted an answer.

"Unfortunately it was empty when we showed up, other than the tellers. So i killed them. I hated them all anyways. Whiny little shits they were. Oh, and that one bitch in the office next to mine. She was a whore."

You said nothing as you watched the Boys count cash and divide it up.

Matt pushed half of his stack towards Ramsay, "Cherry Pie."

"You sure? I mean, look at all this cash. You could buy a house. Take your girlfriend on an expensive vacation."

Matt shook his head, "I want that car."

"Alright, she's yours. Damon will take you by the shop when you leave here and give you the keys."

You looked down at your phone:

New Message.

[Mom: hey baby, we got in early. Eli is taking us to dinner when he gets off work. Really hope to see you!]

You looked up from your phone to gaze at Ramsay, who looked beside himself in smugness.

"Baby, going to dinner with my parents."

"Mkay. Just lemme get all this shit put up and take a shower."

"No rush. It's only three."

"In that case... all of you out. I need some time with my wife." Ramsay snapped.

Charlotte gave you a small wave and left with Damon and Matt. Yellow Dick and Alyn left together, and Ben shook Ramsay's hand before he, too, left.

Ramsay rose from his chair and walked into you.

"You, me, shower. Now." He purred, pulling your face up to his.

"We don't have a shower curtain." You reminded him.

"Don't care. Just don't slip when you get out." He smirked, gripping your arm and pulling you up.

"Then don't let me fall." You winked as he pushed you down the hall.

Slowly, you undressed, watching Ramsay run his tongue over this bottom lip as he watched you.

"So, you had an enjoyable day?" You asked, turning on the shower and grabbing you husband by the front of the shirt.

He loosened his tie and screwed up his face in thought as you unbuttoned the shirt.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. You? You look a bit peaky." He said, kissing your forehead as he shrugged out of the shirt and unfastened his belt.

"Yeah. Got all the bar stuff done. Having interviews next week. Boring business stuff." You said with a small smile.

But the truth was, the psychic's words kept springing up on you, and every time it would tighten your chest and make your stomach clench.

"Where is dinner?" He asked, kissing along your cheek.

"Dunno. I'll have to call Eli." You murmured, tipping your head back as he reached your neck, grabbing at his hips.

He helped you in the shower and wasted no time in pushing you against the wall, biting at you and running his hands over you as the warm water sliced over you.

You let out a loud moan as he shoved his hand between your slick thighs.

"What took you so long? You said you'd call. I was worried." You said, annoyance making a tiny flare in your stomach.

"I know, baby girl. Im sorry. I just... got caught up in the moment. I threw myself off. Lost track of time while I was with Theon. I've renamed him." He hummed, rubbing his thumb into your clit.

You let out a breathy moan, "oh?"

"Yeah, Reek. Because he fucking stinks. He smells like death and dog shit." He chuckled, shifting to stand in the water completely.

"How is he not dead?" You questioned, clawing at his his, letting your fingers wander ever lower.

"Well I feed him and water him daily now." He panted, pushing his hips into you as trailed your fingers over his hardened length.

"And what do you feed him?" You asked, raising a brow and griping him tight and moving your hand slowly along him.

He made a deep noise in his throat, pushing his fingers inside you.

"Table scraps and dog food. Sometimes a dog biscuit if he behaves." He replied, words weak as he focused on the pleasure you were making him feel.

"You're sick, you know that baby?" You said, pulling his fingers from you and taking them in your mouth.

He swallowed hard and let a smirk form, drawing a sharp breath as you swept your thumb over his wet tip.

"And you love it." He whispered in your ear, pulling his fingers from your mouth, and shoving his tongue inside your mouth.

You bit down on his tongue, sucking gently as he pulled your hand away from him, pinned you against the wall by your hip and pushed himself slowly inside you.

You released him and pushed your head back into the wall, "make me numb."

"No. I wanna make you feel good, baby girl." He panted in your ear, grinding his warm, wet body against yours.

"Daddy, make your bad girl cry." You begged, a reckless sensation burning inside you as the wetness between your legs mounted and body began to warm in pleasure.

He grabbed your wrists, holding them up over your head with one hand, and grabbing your hip painfully hard with the other as he pushed himself harder into you.

"Faster." You moaned out, closing your eyes tight.

He picked up his rough pace until it became uncomfortable against your belly. His excitement from the day clearly melting over into fucking you as he took care to give you both pleasure and discomfort at the same time.

But, the excitement from the day was still fresh and he met his high first. Hearing him orgasm was amazing. Nothing could compare to his primal, lust filled noises of ecstasy.

Once he had finished he gave a small frown, dropping to his knees and biting roughly at your sensitive spot.

It was a curious sensation as the water ran cold and a guilty, pleasurable pain surged through you like fire as you met your limit. Ramsay had to catch you by the hips as your knees gave out at the shock and force of your body releasing.

When he was sure you wouldn't fall he released his grip, and pushed himself up into the cold stream of water.

"This hot water heater fucking sucks." He complained, chills erupting on his body.

"Well, hurry up and get us moved to our permanent residence." You grinned, stepping out of the shower.

"You can't rush greatness, doll. Go grab me something to wear so we can go to dinner."

You wrapped a towel around you and left the bathroom to dress and call your baby brother.

[lancesniece]

Undercover, Up Skirts - Part One

Words: 1,333

Status: WIP, Multi-Chapter

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defenders

Pairing: Keith/Lance

Genre: Comedy, Fluff

Warnings: Humor that may be considered offensive, A bit of perverseness on Keith’s Account, slight sexual humor

Summary: When a mission involves a planet that doesn’t allow men to step on it’s soil, Lance decides to do what any sane man would...cross dress. Keith is understandably dismayed.

A/N: Fucking Tumblr mobile sucks you guys, this is why it’s taken me a little while to do some more writing. Anyways, this was supposed to be based on a prompt but I lost it and this monster started writing itself. Expect maybe, I don’t know...Five-ish parts? This doesn’t have a beta so please message me any mistakes you find, and constructive criticism is always welcome!

This whole infiltration mission sounded like a mess to start with. A planet that allowed no men to step on its soil was currently suspected of being in kudos with the Galra, and that was certainly a no-go from Voltron. The problem with being “suspected” is that they can’t just charge in guns blazing without a proper investigation.

This type of mission is the one where they typically all went undercover, but the planet itself presented another problem. No men. And there were only two girls on the ship, so it left a bit of a...problem.

Cross dressing was, of course, always an option. But none of them could pass. Not Shiro, with his buffness. Not Hunk and Keith, with their masculine features, and certainly not Coran. None of them could possibly ever dream of getting away with it.

But...there was Lance, who beamed when Allura brought up the situation.

“I can do it!” Everybody turns to look at him with shock on their faces. The Cuban only grins wider than he was before.

“You...what?” Shiro asks, a bit thrown off.

“I can cross dress, my dudes.” Silence fills the room before Keith speaks up.

“What? Did the last of your sanity finally wither away along with what little dignity you had?”

“Bold of you to assume I had either to begin with.” Lance shoots back, the grin on his face significantly smaller than it was before. “What, you guys don’t think I can do it?”

“It’s not that, buddy.” Hunk reassures gently, bending over where his friend is seated to clamp a hand down on his armoured shoulder. “It’s just...you seem so sure of yourself. Have you done this before?”

“Good question.” Pidge pipes up, a curious look crossing her face. “Are you a Drag Queen?”

Lance sputters. “Make up artist is a better term, but yes, I have! And there is certainly no shame in it.” He sends both Pidge and Keith a glare, whom raises an eyebrow in response.

“Ahem,” Allura clears her throat, effectively gaining the attention of everyone in the room. “Lance. I’m certainly not going to stop you from doing this if you can pass. Three of us beats two.” Lance’s grin is back full force.

“Awesome! Can I raid your closet?”

“Now?” She asks, eyebrow raised. “In the middle of a briefing?”

“Yeah! They can just fill us in later! The more time wasted on getting my appearance down, the more time the Galra have to fuck up that planet.” And. Okay, he makes a valid point. They’re only in the planning stages of the mission anyways so their absence wouldn’t be too big of a deal.

The princess hums, tapping an elegant finger against chin before sighing and nodding. “I suppose you are right, Lance.”

and with Alluras conformation, the two of them leave the table in search of clothing that lance can wear. The rest of them is left with an awkward tension hanging heavy in the room.

“Actually.” Hunk says. “Now that I think about it, he kinda did wear like, concealer sometimes.”

“Which isn’t wrong in the slightest.” Shiro says warily. “But briefing isn’t over, so let’s get focused again.”

Try as he might, Keith just can’t get the idea of Lance prancing around in a dress out of his head. It leaves…a funny feeling in his chest, like butterflies that are floating. Violently.

This is gay, Keith decides. This is so gay.

When Lance walks back out into the briefing room, everyone is stunned quiet. He and Allura were gone for about an hour, and the person that replaced Lance could easily have been the McClain’s sister.

He’s...he’s gorgeous. And Keith normally fucking hates feminine things with a passion, but with lance it looks so pleasing. The Cuban settled with a natural, peachy type of makeup, with light pinks and pale oranges. Altean make up was more natural to begin with, anyways, but the subtle beauty to it was simply marvelous.

His outfit was appealing as well, the pale pink skirt flowing all the way to the ground. The white blouse is equally as flowey, most likely to hide all of the more masculine curves of his body. A decorative florals pattern decorates the sides of the blouse, white threading barely visible against the shade of it. The sleeves were full-length, leaving it very hard to get glimpses of his skin.  All in all, it was very conservative.

Keith was expecting something flashy, and a little slutty if he were being completely honest. Not...this.

It makes his heart beat faster than what’s normally considered healthy. It’s like, the cover is taunting him, promising a leak underneath but never giving it to him.

Wow, when did he become such a pervert?

“You look great!” Hunk says with a huge, supportive smile. Pidge gives him an impressed thumbs up. She clearly wasn’t expecting much from this whole ordeal. Lance grins and places his hands (oh gosh, he even painted his nails pink. Did Alteans even have nail polish?) on his hips.

“Of course I do!” Lance laughs, the sound sweet.

Allura, whom has remained quiet, looks a little too proud of herself. “I was the one who chose his clothes. He does look marvelous, if I do say so myself.”

“Oh! Is that the outfit you wore to Yinniza’s wedding?” Coran asks, a sparkle shining bright in his eyes. “And you do look lovely, my dear.”

Lance grins bashfully as Allura nods at Corans question.

Literally nobody is questioning the sanity in Lance’s actions. It’s concerning, really.

“Pidge was right, you are a Drag Queen.” Keith blurts admits the chaos. Lance scowls at the other, but (wisely) ignores him. This is too fucking crazy man.

Keith looks over at Shiro, desperate for a sane reaction, but instead recoils at what he sees. A light tint of rosy red is placed proudly on his face. Oh god, Lance has flustered Shiro, of all people. And Keith knows that Lance doesn’t fit Shiro’s type and age range, so the fact that he’s flustered says volumes about the Cuban’s current appearance.

Keith promptly kicks Shiro under the table, who violently coughs. “Right, I, uh. Lance, Allura, please sit down. I need to fill you two in on your part in this mission.” The two comply happily. Lance even crosses his legs, sitting prim and proper in his skirt.

“Now, Lance and Allura need to stick together…” This is basically a recap of what they’ve been planning since Allura and Lance have been gone, so Keith easily drones them out.

His thoughts drift, but the source stays the same. Lance and his cross dressing. It makes him wonder just how many times Lance has done this before. And why he does it, for that matter. Apparently he doesn’t do it too often, because Hunk only knew about the concealer and if Hunk doesn’t know something about Lance, nobody else is sure to know.

“...and then Pidge will rigg the…”

But has Lance always been this feminine? Not really. Sure, he has that whole extra ass night routine doing for him but...but it’s not that feminine to begin with. And he has literally no problems with feminine dudes, or drag queens. It’s just they’ve never been his type.

Lance seems to break barriers, it seems, because it becomes apparent very quickly to Keith that if Lance knocked on his door wearing nothing but a robe and a suggestive smile, Keith would be down in a heartbeat.

“...which is where Keith will intervene if…”

And it’s not just sexual. If Lance smooched his cheek and held his hand and smiled at him like he was the center of his world Keith would hop aboard that train with no regrets.

His knee starts to bounce uncontrollably. His palms sweat beneath his Paladin gloves. He can feel his face get hotter and hotter. Keith has a wholesome crush on somebody, for the first time in forever.

Fuck man. This is really gay.

[iknaq]

Inktober for Writers: Day 31 - Final REDUX (MCU)

(I wasn’t satisfied with my tired ramblings that I put up yesterday, so here is my resubmission for the final day. I really loved writing for these dorks this month and I see longer works in the future for these three.)

She practically growled at the knock on the door. 'I swear to god if someone snuck back into the lab and blew something up I'm revoking access for a week!' Dragging herself off the couch and opening the door, automatically smiling at the two standing there. Bucky quirking an eyebrow at her. 'Evening, dollface, rough day?' 'Definitely better now, what are you two up to?' She stood aside, accepting the kisses on the cheek as Steve and Bucky shuffled into her apartment carrying some kind of garment bag, Steve giving her a disappointed look...trying to remember what the hell she did wrong, she hated that look. 'Okay, what did I forget?' 'You were supposed to be joining us for Tony's Halloween party?' 'Ahhhh crap. Science squad has been pushing hard this week. I didn't think that was for another two days...shoot. I didn't get a costume.' She ducked her head and gave them a genuine sad face, they had both been excited for the chance to dress up and asked Darcy to join them and now she let them down...but surprisingly Steve was smiling and Bucky rolled his eyes before speaking. 'Yes, it was good planning.' She looked at the two of them curiously. 'What'd I miss?' 'I knew you were busy, so I grabbed a costume for you, just in case. You'll be part of our theme, is that okay?' 'Yes! Thank you, Steve! You guys are the bestest. Make yourself comfy and I'll take a quick shower.' She bustled to the bathroom, pausing to toss her phone on the dock and start some music playing, getting a second wind. It had been months since they broke Tumblr with the picture of Bucky and Steve and the three of them did most everything together when everyone was at the Tower. She was the in for everything current and they were her recipe test subjects, though they both still had a special soft spot for chocolate cupcakes. (My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark - Fall Out Boy) Wiggling and singing along with the music as she cleaned up, making it quick and hopping out before realising that she forgot to grab clean clothes. Sighing and pushing her wet hair out of her face with a sigh. Oh, well time to traumatize the super soldiers. Wrapping her hair up in one towel and doing her best to wrap the other around herself, nearly dropping it in surprise when she opened the door and Bucky was standing right there. 'WHAT THE HELL, DUDE!' 'Sorry, sorry! I was going to leave the dress out here for you, I wasn't expecting a show...not that I mind.' And there was that smirk that made her weak in the knees, it was so unfair. She hadn't exactly advertised it but she doubted it had gone unnoticed that she had a crush on the guys (and had since Mrs Richner's history lesson on the Howling Commando's in junior high, they'd heard about them before but that was the first time Darcy saw the video of them laughing and fell hard), grabbing the dress and holding it in front of her like a shield.

'Thank you and what would your boyfriend think of you ogling me in a towel?' 'Stevie! What do you think of me ogling Darce in a towel?' 'Darcy is in a towel? I'm missing out! Shoot, I need help with the wig, can you lend me a hand?' Wig? Oh boy... Bucky left her dripping in the doorway with a wink, making her flush before dashing for her room, looking at the dress Steve had picked. It was an absolutely gorgeous almost slate blue velvet dress, very medieval and very...fitted looking. It probably was meant for someone not as chesty as she was but she wasn't going to let that stop her, drying off before pulling it on to see if it actually fit. She was able to get it on, making her grin before pulling it off and choosing her undergarments. It wasn't until she put the dress on again that she realised how insane her boobs looked with the scoop neck, snorting a little and hoping she wouldn't give the old men heart attacks. She stared in the mirror, trying to decide what to do with her hair when she realised who she was supposed to be, giving a little snort chuckle. 'Steve, you giant geek' Darcy braided a strand on each side and pulled her hair back, dusting some highlighter on her eyes and cheeks and settling for a soft pink gloss and some mascara and calling it good. She stepped out and made for the living room, nearly swooning when she saw them. Steve had a long blond wig and elf ears, looking like a much more buff version of Legolas and Bucky in all his long hair and scruffy glory made a sexy Aragorn. She cleared her throat and couldn't stop the blush as they turned to her and both their jaws dropped. Steve recovered first, stepping over and raising her hand to his mouth. 'Gellon ned i galar i chent gîn ned i gladhog.' She had no clue what he said but her mouth went dry, trying to think of something witty to say and coming up blank. Bucky, not to be outdone pulled her to his chest with a soft smile. 'My Queen...' 'Oh god....come on, we're late...' She could tell they were enjoying teasing her, wearing identical smirks with mischievous looks in their eyes, one on each arm as they made their way to the party. - She was tired, it was a great party but it had been a really long week, kicking her heels off and finding a chair, curling up carefully and watching Bucky and Steve slow dance across the room. They were both ridiculously attractive and she was hopelessly in love with them, sighing softly, telling herself that she was going to start dating again and hopefully stop pining for them. Closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. 'You look tired, do you want to head upstairs?' Darcy smiled at the concern in Steve's voice, opening her eyes and locking with his gorgeous baby blues. Looking around, trying to figure out where Bucky went. 'Sam said something so Bucky started after him with the sword. Well, if we're going to get you home...may I have this dance first?' She let him pull her up and lead her over to the dance floor, so much shorter than him without her heels, snuggling to his chest and listening to his steady heart as they started to sway. His heart sped up just a little before she heard the soft rumble of his voice. 'Hiril vuin.' Tilting her head to look up at him. 'What is that, that you are speaking?' 'It's Elvish, Stevie always was a giant nerd.' Darcy flushed as Bucky came up behind her, leaning over so his chin was on her shoulder and his arms were around her waist, making her squirm because this was way too close to a couple fantasies she'd had. (All of Me - John Legend) Shivering as his warm breath tickled her ear, turning her head to look at him and blushing when his lips brushed her cheek. 'What does it mean?' Steve went quiet, too quiet, staring at her intently. So she looked back at Bucky, his face just as serious. 'James?' 'Let's head up, doll...you look done.' She frowned at the evasion but let them take her arms and made for the elevator, pulling away from them and leaning against the wall as they headed for her floor. Darcy wasn't sure what was up but it wasn't like them to keep secrets from her unless it was for a mission. Sighing and realising they needed to change, leaving the door open behind her as she stomped to her room and slammed the door. She hung the dress up, petting the velvet fondly before tossing her bra aside and putting on her comfiest pyjamas, which just happened to be an Avengers t-shirt and shorts, shuffling to the bathroom and brushing her teeth as she heard them speaking softly in the living room. She retreated back to her room, burrowing down under the covers the tears hot on her cheeks, pulling the covers over her head when she heard the door open. 'See, I told you.' 'Darcy...why are you crying?' She felt the bed shift on both sides and Steve's voice was soft in front of her as she felt Bucky's metal arm curve around her waist, choking back a sob. Fighting when someone tried to pull the covers down, not letting them see her tear-streaked face. 'Come on Darcy, please tell us what's wrong?' 'Tell her what you were saying, Stevie.' There was a pause and she heard him suck in a breath before letting it out slowly, letting the covers down just enough that she could see him over the edge of the blanket. He looked nervous and Bucky did too. 'I was saying...I uh...your laugh...eyes...uhhh.' 'What he's trying to say and failing is that we love you, Darcy Lewis. And...we were kinda hoping that you might love us too.' 'Of course, I love you guys, have I never not lo...' His words sunk in and her head whipped back forth between them, clinging to Bucky's arm like it was a lifeline. 'You...you love me?' 'Yes and we...we were wondering if you would be our girlfriend...' Steve found his voice but it was still full of nerves and Darcy flushed, wondering if someone slipped her a hallucinogen or something, trying to figure out the best way to determine if she was out of her gourd. Figuring, screw it, if it was a dream then it was going to be a good one. Pressing a soft kissing on Steven and then James, eyes fluttering closed and practically purring as she drifted off, exhausted. When she woke up the next morning, sandwiched between the two (who were just wearing their boxers, OMG), she had to pinch herself. Making a little surprised sound when Bucky's arm tightened around her and Steve pressed a sleepy kiss kinda on her mouth. 'Good morning.' 'Ummm...hi.' He cracked an eye at the tone of her voice, looking worried. 'Do you remember last night?' 'Up until you asked me to be your girlfriend and I kissed you and fell asleep...am I missing anything?' The relief was apparent before he tensed again about to open his mouth when she just leaned into him, kissing deeply. 'Yes...I would love that very much.' Turning and giving James a kiss, as well before closing her eyes and just lying there, beyond content. She'd freak out with Jane or Tash later but for now she was warm and happy.

Inktober for Writers 2017 -  Master Post List

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Act of Kindness | 03 |

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Yoo Kihyun | Fake Relationship!AU | Fluff | Smut

Since day one, boundaries and personal space were never really part of the picture.

 This time you’re the one fidgeting as you wait for Kihyun’s boss to enter the meeting room.

Yes, you’ve met up with him before, but you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach, kind of afraid of what possible ridiculous stories will be made up for the public. Everyone else in the room looks tired or bored, on their phones or conversing amongst one another.

“You okay?”

The deep voice makes you flinch, looking up and across the table to who it belongs to. You still don’t know any of their names, still having not done enough research to prepare you for however long you’ll be in cahoots with Starship Entertainment. But work and the need for sleep is very time-consuming.

“Yeah, just a little cold,” you lie with a shrug and polite smile.

Once again you’re flinching when a thin jacket is spread over your bare thighs. Kihyun smooths out the fabric so that your lap is completely cover, and you move your attention away from the dirty blond in front of you in favor of looking to your right at the pink haired male. You wanted to look your best when meeting the source of your income, wanting to leave good impressions each time you see him. But you wish you would’ve worn pants instead of this pencil skirt because along with the cool weather outside, the temperature in the room is pretty low as well.

“Should’ve told me,” he says in a soft tone, giving you a light, comforting pat on the thigh before getting called into a conversation with a few of the others, leaving his hand on your lap.

“You’re lying,” the one from before states, teasing smile playing on his lips. “You’re nervous.”

Not only that, but you’re uncomfortable. You don’t know anything about anyone in the room, including Kihyun, and you’ve been waiting on the boss man for a good fifteen minutes.

“What’s your name again?” he asks, not minding that you ignored his last statement in favor of staring down at the jacket draped across your legs to play with the drawstrings.

“____.”

“Well, ____, I’m Changkyun, if you didn’t already know. But I’m guessing you don’t know who any of us are, do you?”

You laugh softly at his words, nodding in agreement. “I have no clue actually,” you admit with a sigh. You feel your shoulders relax, the tense atmosphere you’ve created in your mind slowly dissolving as you speak to Changkyun.

He points to the buff guy on the other side of Kihyun, telling you his name then going down the line of members. The only names you can place with their faces with Changkyun’s introductions are weird hair, the guy with the super short hair, man-child, frog-looking dude, and Minhyuk. Your face must show that the names except the last went in one ear and other the other because Changkyun is laughing at you again.

“I bet you’re not gonna remember anything I just said.”

The laughter between the two of you catches the attention of the other six males in the room, their conversation stopping. More specifically your laugh draws them into the action between you and Changkyun because they’re all looking at you.

“Are you trying to take my girl?” Kihyun scoffs, scooting closer to you and throwing an arm around you, ignoring your words from a few nights ago about his limits when touching you. But strangely enough, you don’t mind the contact. He looks down at you with a playful grin before bucking at Changkyun from across the table.

“I don’t have to try,” is Kihyun’s answer, Changkyun winking at you then looking at the male next to you smugly. The rest of the group hypes up the two, resulting in everyone (including you) laughing.

You slouch into the seat, absentmindedly leaning into Kihyun. Your nerves have disappeared and you feel good now. Everyone in the group seems close and genuinely kind, soon bringing you into conversations and warming up to you. It has you internally thanking a higher power that this arrangement won’t be much of a pain in the ass.

◅ ▻

Running a hand through your locks to tame your bed-hair and rubbing your eye with the other, you walk out of your room.

“Do you want some breakfast?” you call out loudly for Krystal, rounding the corner to make your way into the living room.

She came back from visiting her sister in The States a few days ago. She didn’t speak to you for the first hour of being reunited after two weeks, and the first thing she finally said was “I’m waiting.” You told her everything that you were told to say a few days prior. You and Kihyun met about half a year ago at a birthday party a co-worker invited you to and that it’s been four months since the two of you have been dating. You gave her the excuse of his company making you vow not to tell a single soul when she asked why your relationship was hidden from her out of all people. Every excuse you gave her when she threw questions at you worked, and now the two of you are back to how things were before she left.

“I do.”

Your eyes open at the sound of a very familiar voice that doesn’t belong to your roommate. Kihyun stands on the other side of your door with a lopsided grin, while Krystal’s holding it open with a smirk. You know she wants to rub this in your face. After rejecting her want for meeting the man standing on your doormat, she kept asking, and now she’s getting what she wants.

You pull yourself together, switching the look of confusion on your face to a look of excitement.

“Hey baby,” you greet, opening your arms while walking up to him. The pet name feels foreign and heavy on your tongue, but it puts a bright smile on Kihyun’s face. He says his usual greeting (”Hey beautiful”). Arms wrapping around his shoulders when his own are around your waist, you rest your chin on his shoulder. “What are you doing here?” you whisper.

“We have a last minute date to go on,” he explains quietly, apology clear in his tone. He backs away a little to press a kiss to your temple. You hate to admit it, but your stomach flips the action, your teeth finding your bottom lip as you fight off the thoughts of how soft his lips are. His hands drag to your sides and he looks down at you with a smaller smile this time.

“You forgot about our plans, baby girl?” he asks loud enough for Krystal’s retreating ears to hear. Kihyun’s stare shifts down to look down at your body, taking in your over-sized shirt and spandex shorts.

Nodding, you drag your hands up to the back of his head and lace your fingers in his hair.

“Yeah. When Krystal got back it completely slipped my mind.”

This feels oddly natural. You aren’t internally cringing like you initially thought you would when you have to put on a show for others. The light squeeze on your sides confirms your thoughts. He’s a touchy person and even though you aren’t yourself, you don’t mind the feeling of his hands on you or his arms around you.

Twisting out of his grip you turn towards the kitchen, where Krystal had escaped to.

“By the way, this is my best friend and roommate Krystal. Krystal, you know who Kihyun is,” you introduce, hand gesturing back and forth between the two.

Krystal sends a glare your way at your last statement before slightly bowing at the pink haired male, him returning the gesture.

“I’m gonna go get dressed really quick. I won’t take long.”

You rummage through your closet to find something decent enough for your impromptu date, looking in the mirror and realizing how rough you look and that Kihyun really just saw you like that. You shouldn’t care, but you’d rather not look a complete mess in his presence (at least you brushed your teeth before running into him). After changing into some jeans, a sweater and riding boots you apply some mascara and lip gloss.

Good enough.

◅ ▻

He’s been too quiet for too long.

Even though you barely know him, you can read him well. His body seems to be more on the tense side. Sipping on his iced coffee, lightly swinging your connected hands as the two of you walk down the sidewalk, right across from the one you met him on.

“Um,” you start, clearing your throat. “Something on your mind?”

Kihyun pauses in the midst of fitting his straw into his mouth, glancing down at your worried expression.

“Yeah, actually. You.”

A confused smile stretches your lips. What could he possibly be thinking about that pertains to you?

“I’m surprised you don’t hate me,” he says lowly, eyes scoping out your surroundings before falling back down at you. “You know, getting you into all of this mess and all. You seem like you don’t like a lot of attention and not saying I’m super popular or anything but it must feel like all eyes are on your every move and —”

You don’t mean to laugh when he’s clearly feeling so worried about you and guilty but you can’t stop the giggle from bubbling out of your throat. Switching from holding his palm to interlocking your fingers with his, you give his hand a squeeze, attempting to comfort him.

“I told you it’s not affecting me that much,” you say lightly. “I don’t pay attention to any of the articles or anything being said about me. People could be calling me ugly, a bitch or any other name in the book and I wouldn’t know,” you shrug, taking a sip of your own coffee.

Your words make the crease between his eyebrows go away, the muscles in his face relaxing. With a sigh, Kihyun nods, his pink bangs bouncing along with the movement.

“That makes me feel so much better,” he laughs. “By the way, nothing like that has been said as far as I’ve seen. Fans are taking this way better than we thought they would.”

The swing of his arm gets stronger and more playful as the tightness of his voice reduces. You crack a small smile at the childish action, but join in.

“Things have actually died down since we haven’t really been seen together since that night.”

“You wanna give them something to talk about?” you ask, brain not processing your words until it’s too late to stop them from coming out. The confused look he gives you is endearing, his lips pouted down and eyebrows reaching for his hairline. “I have a few things in mind.”

He hesitates but then tells you to express your thoughts.

“You could pin me against the wall and act like you’re going to kiss me,” you start, keeping a low voice so that the strangers walking by won’t hear. The confused look on his face transforms into a shocked one, his steps slightly faltering.

Maybe that’s too much for your first outing as an official couple.

“I mean if that’s too much for you then I could get on your back. It gives off good vibes and all that good stuff,” you offer, suddenly interested in your cup.

Listening to yourself talk makes you think that you just might watch too many romantic comedies.

“Or a back hug. I know most teen girls go crazy over those,” you chuckle, thinking back to the k-dramas you watched, all of them having the main guy surprise the main girl by coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle.

“Or we could wait since they’ll probably have enough to talk about seeing that this is our first public date,” you add in when he doesn’t say anything. When you look back up at him his face is blank, but his eyes are expressive. He’s taking in everything you’ve suggested, and just when you think he’s going to go with the very last option you gave—

Your back is softly pressed against the brick wall next to the door of a clothing store, eyes wide in surprise as you stare up at him. So he’s going with option one. Cool.

The area is kind of hidden but anyone searching for a story would definitely catch the two of you.

Once the initial shock fades away, you’re laughing softly at the whole situation. He could’ve done things way smoother for it to seem more realistic.

He doesn’t let go of your hand, bringing your clasped hands to your side as he leans down. His breath hits your cheek, gentle, steady puffs warming the skin. Kihyun seems to be so calm about this while you, on the other hand, feel like your heart just might beat out of your chest. You’re not the slightest bit nervous. But there’s something about his proximity and the scent of his cologne invading your senses. It has your breath catching in your throat and your heart suddenly beating a mile a minute. You’re surprised the plastic lid to your drink hasn’t popped off with how strong the grip on your cup has become.

Nose trailing along your cheek until it bumps into your own, he moves his face directly in front of yours. His brown eyes are wide as they look down into yours.

“Am I making you feel uncomfortable?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” you reply just as quietly.

Your eyes fall shut, the intense look in his orbs too much to handle.

“You sure?”

You hum in confirmation.

How long have you been pressed up against the wall? A few seconds? A few minutes? Your heart decided it didn’t want to calm the hell down and now your stomach feel fuzzy, and you’re not understanding your physiological responses right now.

“I think I should get you back home,” he whispers after a long moment of silence. “I have practice in about an hour." 

“Okay,” you rasp out.

On the way back to your car Kihyun’s arm finds its place around your shoulders, and you’re really thankful for this because it’s gross how clammy your hands have gotten.

When you gave him the idea earlier, you weren’t expecting that to happen. You don’t even know what you were expecting but it wasn’t that. You weren’t expecting to be so affected by such a simple act. You weren’t expecting to get the breath knocked out of you from him being so close. You weren’t expecting the thought of what if he actually kissed me? You definitely weren’t expecting the slight feeling of disappointment when he backed away from you. 

“Something on your mind?” Kihyun asks, repeating your words from earlier. There’s a smirk on his face when you look at him, and it makes your calmed stomach turn again. Yes, you noticed he is an attractive male, but gosh he looks so good right now. 

Maybe you’re just still disoriented from earlier.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

“Yeah, actually,” you say with your own grin, playing along. “You.”

“What about me?” he inquires, biting his lower lip afterward.

You entertain the thought of telling him, but what would be the point in that? What you felt was an in-the-moment thing and the two of you were only giving paparazzi what they wanted. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you settle on saying, sticking your tongue out childishly. 

◅ ▻

Sure enough, the next morning Krystal is screaming your name before bursting into your bedroom as you’re getting dressed for work, cell phone aggressively shoved in your face. Your eyes cross trying to see what the hell she’s trying to show you before you snatch the cellular device out of her hand so you can get a better look.

“When the hell did you get this bold?!” 

Staring back at you is a picture of Kihyun crowding over you from yesterday. The angle is just right, Kihyun looking like he’s actually kissing you. 

“We thought we were hidden,” you shrug, trying your best to sound sheepish. “You think I would’ve just done that out in the open?”

You feel bad for playing your best friend but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right?

“Everyone is flipping out, ____. ‘Oh my gosh I’m so jealous.’ ‘They’re so cute omg.’ ‘Oppa is smooth.’ ‘I wish I was her.’” Krystal reads out in an obnoxiously high pitched voice as she scrolls through the comments.

You listen in amusement, tying your hair up into a bun. But then your thoughts go to the exact moment and the smile on your face falters. You hadn’t thought about it since you separated ways from him yesterday. Krystal continues to read, walking back and forth in front of your bed. 

The vibration from your phone snaps you out of your thoughts. You lean forward and take it off the charger before unlocking it. 

[9:21 am] kihyun: first of all, youre smart as hell and your plan was perfect

[9:21 am] kihyun: secondly, tomorrow is my day off and i was wondering if maybe you would like to go out for dinner??

[9:21 am] kihyun: feel free to decline

[9:22 am] kihyun: youre probably tired of seeing my face

[9:22 am] kihyun: okay i’m going to shut up and just wait for your response

Your lips go thin in an attempt to not laugh at the messages. 

You get off at five tomorrow and you don’t have any plans with Krystal, so why not?

[9:23 am] you:  after 6 pm i’m all yours

Did you really just send that?

“Why is your face like that?” Krystal suddenly asks, studying you.

“Like what?” you cough out, locking your phone and tossing it beside you on your bed.

She steps closer, leaning down to get a closer look. “You look flustered like you just received a dick pic— OH MY GOD DID KIHYUN SEND YOU A DICK PIC?!”

Whatever look that was on your face is replaced with a scowl when you whack Krystal upside the head multiple times.

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” you growl in between hits. She falls to her knees, crawling away from your attacks while laughing that annoyingly contagious laugh of hers, resulting in the both of you clutching your stomachs and trying to catch your breaths. 

[9:25 am] kihyun: perfect, i’ll see you at seven (;

A/N: fucking FINALLY. why was it so hard to write this omg. anywho, enjoy. feedback is always wanted 

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