#couldn’t get my powerpoint to work properly

[je-suis-un-fardeau]

i am so tired of everything all the time

[normaltothemax]

The food Dean piled onto his plate went untouched—Jason had absolutely no intention of eating it, hard talk or not. When something else was set down in front of him, his gaze lifted just enough to lock onto the can of Pepsi. Oh, for fuck’s sake. He huffed, before locking his eyes back on the table. His mind was racing, emotions swirling together in a messy storm—anger, guilt, betrayal. Mostly, Jason just wanted to get the hell out of there, but Dean's words kept him glued to his seat.

Dean’s speech hit him harder than he wanted to admit. The man’s words cut through all the bullshit in his brain, all the resentment he’d been holding onto like a lifeline. Damn him. Jason hated how Dean could do that, how he could make him feel things other than the anger that’d been his constant companion for so long. He clenched his jaw, tried to hold on to that anger, but it was a lot like trying to hang onto a handful of sand, the emotion quickly slipping through his fingers.

Because Dean was right, and Jason hated that. He hated that he was being an asshole to them both for no good reason. Hated knowing that was what he was doing but not knowing how to stop. Hated that he was taking out all his frustration and hurt on Tim, just like Dick had done to him. That realization had already made him feel like crap, and now Dean was sitting there, making it even worse by being all…Dean about it. Caring. Protective. That “you’re both my boys” line hit him hard, tinged his ears pink. Jason didn’t know what to do with that, so he did what he did best—he pushed it down. Buried it underneath all those layers of anger and hurt, both old and new.

But it didn’t work. Not properly. Not this time.

Jason finally lifted his head, stole a glance at Tim, rather than Dean. The kid looked like he was barely holding it together, and Jason felt yet another stab of guilt.

Goddammit.

If he ever saw Castiel again, he might just shoot him on principle. Things had been a hell of a lot easier when he’d had the Pit to fall back on.

He let out a slow breath and looked away from them both, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction as he lost a bit more of that righteous anger. "Yeah. Got it," he muttered, voice low. He still wasn’t happy about any of this, still felt like his place in Dean’s life was being threatened—and shit, did he ever hate feeling that vulnerable—but…he also couldn’t ignore what Dean had said. Not completely.

Picking up his fork, he stabbed at his plate, but still didn’t eat anything. If he’d ever had an appetite to begin with, it was long gone, by this point.

Despite everything—Dean’s speech, the emotional rollercoaster he was riding—Jason couldn’t help but be just a little shitty about it all still. “That it, or you gonna bust out a PowerPoint next?”

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Sit the fuck down.

It wasn't directed at him but it had the desired effect. The chair that was closest to him was utilized without hesitation or thought. Tim was shutting down at this point. Withdrawing as a means to protect himself. He didn't have the mask that made him far more confident than he needed to be. Nor did he have the chance to run for it. Feeling utterly trapped at the moment meant that he was retreating mentally. Tossing up every wall and barrier that may or may not protect him from the onslaught that was likely on its way. He knew that this was not going the way that Dean had wanted it to. But Tim couldn't see any other way that it could have gone.

Jason hated him. Had from the moment that he'd come back to Gotham. It wasn't as though Tim had killed him himself but damn if Jason didn't act like he had. It had taken six months of trying to convince Dick to come back. To just be Robin again for a little while until Bruce was right again. A kidnapping and Tim basically forcing his way into the cave. Even then Bruce had never seen him as Robin. Likely still doesn't. Tim wasn't even sure that he cared anymore.

He'd have stripped himself of the suit if Jason had even thought of taking it back. It was never his. And it never would be.

Robotically Tim puts food on his plate because that is what Dean wants him to do. There was no way that he would eat even half of what ended up on his plate, but survival instinct was kicking in. All of the lessons that his parents had drilled into him. Don't embarrass us Timothy. Eat what you are given Timothy. You are to be seen and not heard Timothy. For all intents and purposes Tim was the terrified eight year old at his first gala.

He doesn't even flinch when Jason finally sits down, eyes glued on the table before him. Had this been his idea it would have gone much differently. Tim would have been able to give back as much snark as he had received. However, being blindsided gave him no time to prepare himself for the fight that this was likely going to turn into.

He couldn't even blame Dean for tricking both of them into this. There was no way in Hell, Heaven or anything in between that either of them would have shown up knowing what they did now.

@therebetterbepie

[bibbykins]

Cookies and Fingertips (M)

Some Jimin loving! We love to see it! I hope you all enjoy this installation as I try to figure out how to properly flesh out characters in a drabble series. Am not sure how I’m doing there but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. As always, tips are not required but greatly appreciated, just like your thoughts! Pls share your thoughts though, they brighten my day!

Note: This is part of a drabble series The Household’s Bunny

Summary: You and Jimin met long before you moved in, and yet, you’re not sure if he even likes you. So what else is there to do but take every opportunity to talk to him until you figure it out? 

Jimin has had a debilitating crush on you long before you moved in and he is almost positive there is no way you’d feel the same. And yet, he doesn’t have the strength to properly avoid you.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+, soft yandere-ish, obsessive thoughts, possessive thoughts, fingering, handjob, subspace, cum eating (sorta?), discussion of hospitalization, mentions of a stalker, mentions of passing out, the word “fat” is used, a moment of thigh riding, surprise kiss, insecurity

Jimin looked across the courtyard as his eyes remained fixated on your form. You were a simple second year in college and he was just a breath away from graduating. He first laid eyes on you a mere year ago and he can't remember what life was truly like before you smiled at him. You both had only ever exchanged pleasantries, so he opted to wait for the right time to make his move.

“That’s not true.” Your voice snapped Jimin from his staring contest with the PowerPoint slides, “That’s an antiquated idea, not a proven theory.” He looked to you, a couple rows down. You were plump and cute to say the least. He recognized you from a few of his courses. He had heard you were a double major in Art and… damn, what was the other?

The man you had rebutted had his face turning red, “It is proven, it was studied in 1973 with significant results yielded.” Jimin had no idea what you both were debating but he watched a sea of student nod in agreeance with you, some with the guy. What class was he even in? He looked at the PowerPoint slides, reading them for the first time today. Ah, he was in his psych of gender class. Maybe you were a psych major.

“In 1973, with no women in the participant pool, are you not seeing the issue in making a multi-gendered generalization whilst utilizing one genders perspective, a perspective that is also quite dated, mind you?” You cocked a brow and Jimin found himself a bit amused at the man who scoffed.

“You learn those words in high school two months ago?” He snapped back and Jimin grimaced along with most of the lecture hall. 

“What? You need me to define them?” You quipped, eliciting some laughter as the professor regrouped.

“Ah, educational discourse.” The professor joked lightly as Jimin’s eyes remained fixed on you as you noticed a few lingering gazes on you, shrinking in your seat.

He saw you in the lunch hall, sitting alone, not uncommon for anyone in college, except your eyes were a bit puffy. Before he could even question the urge, he acted. Within a few steps, he was at your table and you looked up in confusion, “Uh, hi?” You meekly spoke and Jimin realized he had no plan.

“U-Uh, you… uh… do you like the cookies?” He forced out and immediately wished he could disappear.

You looked down at the cookie on your plate, “Uh, yes? Is-Is this a fat joke or do you actually want to know?” You asked cautiously.

Jimin’s eyes widened, “No, I mean yes, I mean no, I would never make fun of your weight.” He squeezed his eyes and sighed, not able to see your growing smile at his mental turmoil, “I have psych of gender with you and people rarely talk in that class so I thought you were pretty cool.” He smiled and he noticed you relax.

You nodded, smiling slightly, “Ah, I see. Thank you.” You beamed and it was like he felt the warmth from you, “I don’t do super well with attention but I also have poor impulse control.” You chuckled and he finally understood why you had cried and his heart strings were tugged a bit, “And yes, the cookies are good.” You split one in half and offered it to him.

Life goes by a lot quicker when one waits for the perfect opportunity. This much he found out quickly when he found himself a year later, looking across the courtyard at you, this time as your TA. He tried dating to get the daunting idea of talking to you after that singular interaction in which he forgot to give you his name from his mind to no avail. No matter, surely this would be the year.

”Jiminie is so hot!” Jimin continued to pretend not to hear his ex, Yoora, whine in your ear as he observed the intro to modern dance class.

You looked to her thoughtfully as you stretched, “You mean the TA, that is not that far away?” Your voice was lowered, but he could still hear you. He found himself listening closer, wondering if you remembered the singular interaction you both had. Yoora nodded in the corner of his eye.

“Yep.” She affirmed, “We dated, it was magical, and he’s still hot.” She mused and Jimin grimaced a bit, feeling bad he dated a girl that seemed to be a decent friend of yours, “Do you know him?”

Jimin perked up a bit, “We talked once, seems nice, is obviously hot.” You shrugged, “I doubt he remembers me, though.” You leaned down to reach past your left foot as Yoora urged you on with her eyes, “I had gotten into a weird debate with this one dude in a class we had and he saw me after, and I had just cried because I hate arguing and stares.” You and Yoora laughed a bit, “Then, he just came up to me and asked if I liked the cookies I were eating, and I wasn’t sure if he was calling me fat at first.” Yoora gasped and Jimin felt pain just thinking about the awkwardness, “He wasn’t, and he got cutely flustered when I asked and then I gave him half of my cookie and that’s all.” You moved to your other leg, “And then he never talked to me again.” You laughed and Jimin wanted the floor to swallow him.

Another year goes by. The day before he was going to try and ask you out, you were hospitalized. He didn't know how to even approach the topic with you, but he did try to be there for you throughout that year. The professor he was TA for insisted Jimin also utilize his emails, so all throughout your brief stay in medical care, it was him who received your bubbly emails. The emails full of little emoticons and exclamation points that made him giddy and took him hours to conceptualize a response to. Although you didn't know it was him giving you extensions and safe regards, he still meant it. 

He was practicing when he got the email, 

“Attention students, 

We have received knowledge of an incident that has resulted in the hospitalization of a student that occurred within an apartment close to campus. Proper authorities have been notified and the student is recovering well. Please remain safe and vigilant.” 

His face twisted in confusion when he got a text from the professor he was TA for that you were the student in question.

Throughout the semester, Jimin watched you with careful eyes as you slowly acclimated back to yourself. He wondered how he could have been so blinded by your smile that he couldn't properly see your eye bags or the way you looked over your shoulder when you thought no one was looking at you, or how he couldn't see he wasn't the only one looking at you. 

When you returned, he watched your eyes relax and your guard go down again. He just wished he could've been there to help you get there. He trudged home one day and found you, and then his whole world was flipped by you again.

Since moving in, he found himself way more advanced with you than he ever imagined. You would plop next to him on the couch and give him a smile, "How was your day, Jiminie?" You beamed at him each time and he nearly choked on his spit each time.

He would mumble an answer and you would hum before watching TV with him, a show he deliberately put on each time he heard you come home. Eventually, you began watching competition shows together, theorizing who would win what. It was comfortable and close, and he found himself falling for you even harder.

"Do you wanna have lunch together?" Your voice pulled him from his thoughts in the practice room he had on his floor in the building. He had agreed to help with your final. The only time he could talk to you without it being a mental nightmare was when it was about dancing. The only time he could initiate contact was in this studio. 

The studio gave him a certain air of confidence that even you could see. He wasn't a different person, more so multi-faceted. There was the shy and bumbling part of Jimin just as much as there was the sharp-eyed and focused Jimin. Not to mention the way his fingers would dance on your form as he gave you pointers made you unreasonably aroused.

Even so, determined to challenge himself, he nodded, "Lead the way." His voice was smooth even after two straight hours of practice and you wondered how he could look so hot work out clothes.

You both decided to pick up food and eat it at the studio. You sat across from each other as you ate in polite conversation. It was after you both picked up the food and sat on the floor you spoke up again, "You know, Jiminie." You started, eyes shyly fixated on the floor, "I wanted to thank you for not telling the guys about my, uh, incident a year ago." You finally looked him in the eyes, a soft smile on your face, "Not that it's a huge secret, especially on campus, but I just prefer to tell people myself." You mused.

He blinked, surprised you would thank him for something like that, "O-Of course, I mean, a lot of rumors were going around anyways, so even if I did want to tell them, I doubt I have only the facts." He shrugged, "It's not anyone else's business regardless."

You stifled a little giggle, "Yeah, some of the stories got a bit crazy." You sighed a bit, "From a stalker attacking me to me passing out in the middle of the street." Jimin looked up at you. You didn’t meet his gaze, most likely reliving the aftermath of the whole campus finding out you were hospitalized and are a cam girl in the same week. Not that you were ever hiding you job, but you just wished you could tell people on your own terms.

"Yeah, some crazy things get told in the Arts department." He murmured, "I only knew most of the facts because your TA for Professor Lee's class."

It was your turn to look up, but instead of confusion he saw a polite smile, "I know, silly." You chuckled and when you saw his confused face you looked at him incredulously, "Come on, you're Park Jimin! Of course I'm gonna know the 'hottest dance major'" You fake gushed and he finally broke a laugh, making you giddy. 

"Of all things to know me by." He shook his head, smile still present.

You studied his face as his eyes scrunched and cheeks lifted, making you smile as well, "I've never made you smile before and your smile is so pretty." You mused, "I need to step up my comedy game."

"You've never seen me smile?" He looked surprised at this, considering he always smiled like an idiot when he stared longingly at you.

"I mean, sort of, but not to this degree." You shook your head, "I was starting to think you didn't like me for a while." 

His eyes widened at this and he panicked, "No, no! I do like you, a lot!" He exclaimed, much to your amusement and to his dismay. You watched him get red with a grin.

He stammered, staring at his fork before he heard your melodious laugh. He looked up and his face softened at the sight of your smile, "You're too cute, Jiminie." You reached forward and pinched his cheek, making his breath hitch. Your cooing tone made something click inside him. He didn't want to be just cute to you, he wanted to be more than any adjective, he wanted to be yours.

He reached up, hand going to wrap around your wrist loosely, "I was the hottest a second ago and now I'm just cute?" A glint of confidence shown in his eye as he made you gulp, "Is that all you think of me, y/n?" Your own name coming from his mouth sent a shiver down your spine and a beat to your core.

You were in a trance while being eyed by the man with a vastly different energy than he had just moments ago. You shook your head lightly, "I think you're beautiful." He cocked a brow and you scrambled for more words, "I had a huge crush on you from the moment I gave you half of my cookie." You breathed before even thinking, snapping you back to reality as you watched his eyes widen, "Ah, me and my mouth!" You admonished yourself, "I didn't mean to make you uncomf-" You frantically moved to take your hand back only for his grip to tighten, pulling you forward, placing your hand at the nape of his neck while his arm wrapped around your waist.

You gulped at the newfound closeness, bodies nearly pressing against each other as he eyed you sharply, "Do you mean it?" He breathed, "You had a crush on me?" You made a move to slink away, but you he gracefully laid himself down with you on top of him, his thigh mere centimeters from your core and he gave you a mischievous smile, "Don't leave me hanging." He teased.

"I-I mean… yes, but can-"

He cut you off with a sigh and a laugh. You braced yourself for him to laugh at you, and say how weird it would be had you confessed and how weird the idea of you two together would be.

It's a song and dance you've seen many times as a hopeless romantic chubby girl. Of course, now you know you were just too much woman for such little men, emotionally little at the very least, but you would be a liar if you didn't still feel the hurt of humiliation. The last thing you wanted was to look into Jimin's eyes and find the same pitying glint, but you were nothing if not a bit brave, at least sometimes.

You forced your eyes from his chest to his gaze and found… an emotion you've only every seen in the eyes of your housemates, an emotion you don't quite know yet, even if you felt it too. At your curiosity, Jimin beamed at you further, "I'd be really frustrated right now if you weren’t on top of me." He chuckled a bit and explained further before you could ask why, "I have had such a huge crush on you for years now." You balk at this, shaking you head.

"That's not a funny joke, Jiminie." You huffed, "If I were even a bit more gullible, I would seriously believe you and then my feelings would be hurt-" He pulled you flush against him as he captured your mouth in a soft and sweet kiss. He was slow, but focused, in the way his mouth moved against yours.

Inside, though, Jimin was freaking out. What if you didn't actually want to kiss him? Why didn't he ask beforehand? Should he pull away? But your mouth feels so good. Are you kissing him back or is he just that enthusiastic?

You laid his worries to rest when you used the hand at his nape to pull him closer, mouth opening to nibble on his bottom lip. He groaned lightly, pulling you closer as his tongue mingled with your own and he pressed his thigh into the thin material of your leggings. You gasped at this and it was like a fire lit within him as he sat up and shifted you for your legs to be on both sides of him as he pressed his mouth onto yours further.

His fingertips danced along your form in a much different context than you were used to, but fuck, did it feel nice. Where one arm was securely holding your waist, his hand reached beneath your shirt, getting accustomed to the soft skin as he waited for you to nod. You wanted him to touch you further. You didn't understand what all these hot men wanted with you, but right now, it didn't matter one bit. 

Jimin's eyes rolled back when he reached in your sports bra to run his fingers over your hardened nipples. You twitched against him as you gasped, fingers intertwining with his hair roughly, "Shit." He groaned at the sensation.

You both sloppily kissed as he explored your chest with his hands, moaning into each other's mouths at the euphoria of unresolved feelings coming to fruition and the sexual tension finally snapping as you gave him unrestricted access to feel you beneath his fingertips, "Wanted this for so long." He murmurs into your mouth, "So beautiful, fuck." The praises don't stop, and only further spur you wandering hand on as you feel his sculpted stomach.

"Wanna touch you." You whine as your fingers play with the waistband of his sweats and he nods, his own hand travelling down to cup your core, making you squeak, "Fuck, I'm so wet." You realized, half embarrassed and half aroused.

You could feel his amusement as he slipped his hand beneath your tights and panties to make skin to skin contact with your soaked core, and he didn't know how he made it this far, but he just wants to keep going as he feels you soak his hand, "Yeah, baby, you are, just for me." He moans when you follow his lead, hand wrapping around his hardened erection and giving a small squeeze, "Shit!" He gasps as you wiggled your hips against his hand, grinding yourself little by little. 

Your hand massaged the head, smearing the precum as you begin stroking him. You both continue moaning into each other's mouths as his hips jerked and you twitched against his hands, "So fucking wet, baby, so sexy." He growled and he slipped a finger inside of you, him groaning at your pulsating warmth wrapped around his finger, "Slid right in, angel." He praises and you let out a choked gasp and he presses his thumb against your clit.

He drank your moans into his mouth like they were an oasis in the desert, and he’s not sure how he’s lived this long without them. Without you by his side and in his arms. He held you close, refusing to even consider loosening his grip because your body against his was bliss in the highest form. You were his, even if just in this moment, and you would be nobody else’s. Nobody could make him feel the way you do, and he, along with the other men that resided in the building, were determined to hold the same monopoly over your emotions. He refused to entertain the idea of anyone beyond this building making you feel anything close to what he was now as he pushed a second finger in, relishing in the strangled moan you gave as you babbled about feeling full.

With the excitement of his dream girl dripping against his hand and your own hand working expertly on his dick, Jimin could feel himself getting close and you could tell from the breathy whines he gave you as he began thrusting his hips in time with his fingers inside you, "Cum for me, Jiminie." You purred before licking at his tongue and he came beautifully with his eyes screwed shut and mouth open as you swiveled your hips agains his, now two, fingers.

"Baby, so good." He whined as his high settled down. He shifted all focus to you and your impending orgasm as he watched you fuck yourself onto his hand, "Feeling good, darling?" He asked teasingly and you nodded dumbly, lips pressed together as you felt your high approach, "I can feel you clenching around my fingers, fuck, you gonna cum in my hand all pretty?" He cooed and you nodded as he met your thrusts, making you clutch onto him harder.

"Can I cum?" You whimpered and Jimin could almost feel himself get hard again at how willing you were to give him the reigns.

"Because you asked so sweetly, of course my love." He let the name slip before you both could even acknowledge it consciously. However, the closeness and the intimacy of it all sent you over the edge and you bit down on his shoulder in attempt to hide how loud you were. He held you close, not minding one bit at the mark you were surely leaving as he fucked you through your orgasm, "Felt good, angel?" He mused and you tucked your face into his neck as you nodded, holding him close as his finger stilled but kept you full until he felt you relax. 

You both giggled as you met eyes, licking the other person's cum off of your hands, "Thank you Jiminie." You hummed cheerily.

"Thank you, bunny." He chided before giving you a kiss, "We all really, really, like you, you know that right?" He asked and noticed your hesitation.

"Sure, but people can be sexually attracted to me and not want to… be with me." You spoke wistfully, "People can like me and not want to be with me." You let out a humorless laugh, "And few things make me feel as dumb as getting my hopes up for no reason." Although you had a tendency to do it time and time again.

"Don't be scared to assume we want you as much as you, hopefully, want us." He spoke quickly before he planted another kiss on you and the affection made you smile.

"You realize the irony of the statement coming from you, right?" You chuckled as he helped you stand on shaky legs before just carrying you, "I cum once for you and all of sudden you know everything and are all confident." You chided, unsure how to process his words yet, mind hazy from your orgasm.

"What can I say? You opened my third eye." He joked and you rolled your eyes before leaning your head on his shoulder, enjoying his embrace, the idea of your housemates loving you back seeming just slightly less like an outlandish fantasy, "Although, it will wear off and then we'll have to do it all over again." He sighed dramatically and you giggled.

"What a shame." You fake gasped, "I hate engaging in sexual relations with hot guys." You complained sarcastically.

"So you do think I'm hot!" Jimin cheered triumphantly.

You laughed against him and realized the only times you felt so free were with your beloved housemates. You wondered if they felt the same. You also found a more insecure part wondering for how long they would feel that way. How long would it be until a girl, or several, much prettier than you or less needy catches their attention. You wondered if you could take the pain of watching the sincerity drain from their eyes just as you've seen in your mom, your dad, your uncle, your first relationship to your last. You wondered what it was about you that made it so easy to be left behind.

Jimin's phone pinged, ripping you from your melancholic thoughts. He sighed, pulling it out and you fought the urge to see if it was another person vying for his romantic attention. He didn't belong to you, even if you wanted him to, "Ah, Namjoon wants to know if you want the demo for the new zombie game he's working on and Jin wants to know if you'd like your first pick of the new stickers he got, and Hoseok wants to try a new hairstyle on you and ah, they all sent me something to ask you…. Gosh, they all think I'm your secretary when we're together." He whined and you held onto him tighter with a light laugh as he went through everyone's inquiries for you.

You also found yourself how you went on this long without them and how you could even consider hesitating if they asked you to stay with them for much longer.

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fine line - part five

warnings: language, this one kinda hurts ngl pairing: peter parker x reader word count: 4.7k

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Just like the night before, it seemed like you were getting ditched.

You arrived early to the park where you were supposed to meet Peter. Pretty much none of your work for the project got done - you were up so late wondering what the hell happened on Saturday night, that you didn't get any sleep. You couldn't focus on the project even if you wanted to.

Now you had your computer pulled out, connected to the park wifi, and you still couldn't focus on work. Spider-Man was the only thing you could think about at all, and you didn't even notice Peter was late until you glanced at the time and realized he was supposed to arrive half an hour ago.

You could care less about Peter not showing up. But without him there, you were getting way too distracted by your thoughts and whether or not Spider-Man was okay.

The more you thought about it, the angrier you were at yourself for not demanding to see how hurt he was. God, what if he was stabbed by that guy? That wasn't something he would be able to properly take care of by himself, right?

There was nothing about him in the news aside from last night's defeat, which was good and bad. At least he wasn't out there getting into fights or anything, but it also still meant that he might be too hurt. You were still holding onto hope that he didn't purposefully stand you up.

Sundays are usually an afternoon and late evening patrol kind of day, but since you had to meet with Peter for the stupid project, you couldn't go until later. You couldn't even warn Spider-Man because you planned on telling him the night before, and he hadn't showed.

You were about to just pack up your stuff and leave, but then you noticed Peter walking toward your bench. His hands were gripping his backpack tightly - he must've already been in as bad a mood as you were.

"Where have you been?" You demanded once he was within earshot, and he froze.

"What?" He asked, almost sounding nervous. You gave him a weird look.

"I've been waiting here for like an hour," you complained, pulling your laptop back out. "You could've just texted me if you were going to be late."

"Oh, sorry," he muttered, setting his things down on the table.

He was acting weird, that was obvious. You were pretty sure you never heard him say the word "sorry" to you ever, and why was he so nervous? He seemed more jittery than usual, tapping his feet and pencil as he went over his notes. Maybe he had too much caffeine.

"How far did you get on your slides?" You asked, pulling up your powerpoint. Considering how long you spent waiting for Spider-Man last night, you didn't exactly get much done.

"Not very far, I was busy," he said simply, and you shrugged.

"Me too. Why don't we go over what we both have? Maybe that would help us figure out what to do for the combo slides."

"Sure," he agreed, way more easily than you would have assumed. But you stiffened when he suddenly sat right next to you and went to peer at your screen. He usually would make sure he wasn't anywhere near you, and definitely never this close.

"What are you doing?" You leaned back instinctively, "I'll just share the slides with your computer."

Peter pulled back, "Right. Well, I finished my slides last night, so I don't really see a point in being here. You can just send them over and I'll look at them at home."

"What? This was your idea," you reminded him, getting annoyed at the sudden mood swing he was having, "And didn't you just say you didn't get very far on them?"

"I think it was a bad idea," he ignored the second thing you said and started shoving his things away, and you rolled your eyes.

"Can't even sit here for two minutes," you muttered to yourself. You weren't sure how he heard that, but his gaze hardened.

"Maybe if you would talk with me normally, this wouldn't be so difficult," he snapped.

"This is how I always talk to you," you frowned at him, "And this is how you always talk to me. So I don't know what you expected."

"I don't know either," he paused for a minute, but seemed to shake himself out of it and zipped up his backpack.

"Are you okay?" You asked, for once not being sarcastic. Something definitely was wrong with him. "You're acting weirder than usual."

"It doesn't matter," he brushed it off, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "I don't know why I thought we could do this."

"It's just a project-"

"No, I-" he stopped himself, "I gotta go. Just send me your slides and I'll get to it later."

You watched him basically speed walk away, not even finding it in yourself to be that annoyed. A day you figured would be spent with Peter, suddenly gone? You definitely weren't complaining.

For a few hours you stayed there, enjoying the nice weather and forcing yourself to focus on the project without getting any Spider-Man related thoughts (which was near impossible). Still, you managed to finish it and send your slides over to Peter and Ned.

By the time that was sent, it was time for your regularly scheduled meet with Spider-Man for patrol. You were certain he'd show up tonight - there was no reason for him not to, unless he was as hurt as you had thought. But you knew he was a quick healer, so there shouldn't be any reason for him not to show up.

After fifteen minutes of sitting in the same place as you were last night, you wondered what the hell you were even bothering for. He wasn't going to come.

You ran you hand over your mask, sighing. You hated this. You hated not knowing where he was, if he was okay, why he wasn't showing up. Maybe you were being stupid before about not telling each other who you were - at least you'd know if he was okay or not.

The idea of patrolling without him made you hesitate. You remembered how rough those first few months were when you started. But you were much more practiced now, and you couldn't just leave the city on its own without you or Spider-Man.

But you still waited ten more minutes, just in case.

-

"You alright?" MJ asked the next morning, and you could tell she probably saw the bags under your eyes from a mile away.

"Just fine," you forced a grin, trying not to slam your locker too hard. You spent the whole night wondering what could've happened to make Spider-Man disappear like that, other than him being hurt. But it hit you right as you were trying to sleep, and then you stayed up practically all night.

It shouldn't have taken you so long to put it together. You hadn't considered at first how he had barely said a word to you after seeing your face. Now that was all you could think about - maybe he wasn't hurt at all, but him seeing you had changed something for him.

Okay...maybe he saw you and decided he didn't have feelings for you after all. Great. You could get over that. He would hopefully show up for patrol tonight and pretend nothing happened, and you would do the same. Maybe he just needed the weekend to get over it. Stupid feelings couldn't get in the way of the friendship you had with him.

You never thought Spider-Man would be the type to stand someone up, but maybe he didn't know how to tell you the truth. That was fine - he would have to tell you at some point.

But you were sitting alone at the meeting spot feeling as stupid as you did the two nights before.

It was an hour after you both usually met, and you knew he wasn't going to show. Somehow you had convinced yourself he might, but this was getting ridiculous. He couldn't have been that hurt that he wouldn't show up for three days. Right?

You scrolled through your phone as a distraction, annoyed that Peter hadn't responded to your decathlon group text yet. Mr. Harrington was waiting on the email from you with the updated list for everyone that was coming to the meet, so he could submit it to the people in charge. Everyone, even Flash, had confirmed they were coming - except Peter.

With a sigh, you pressed the call button under his name and held the phone to your ear.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?" Peter answered so quickly that you barely understood him.

"What? Everything's fine," you blinked, "I was just wondering why you ignored my texts about the decathlon meet."

"Oh," he paused, "So you decided to call me?"

"Do people only call you when it's an emergency or something? You need to chill out, I just need to make sure you're coming. Mr. Harrington needs me to send him the list tonight."

You frowned when you suddenly heard the sound of honking and Peter muttering a quick "Sorry, sorry!"

"What the hell are you doing?" You asked, knitting your eyebrows. "You sound like you're in a tunnel."

"Um, driving with the window down, sorry. Yes, I can come, I'll bring my slip tomorrow. Gotta go bye!"

You stared at your phone as he hung up, frowning. That was easily the weirdest conversation you'd had with him, and he didn't even say anything mean to you. And since when did he drive anywhere?

"Weirdo," you put your phone back in your pocket, feeling that familiar ache as you stared down at the busy street. Another no show.

This was getting ridiculous. Even if Spider-Man had recognized you from somewhere, or maybe just was really caught off guard with the sudden accidental reveal - there was no reason he would be ignoring you this long.

You knew you weren't getting enough sleep, and you also knew you were starting to worry MJ with the number of times you fell asleep in your shared classes. She had asked multiple times if you needed homework help or a break from decathlon meetings, but you insisted you were fine. She definitely saw through it.

"You sure you're okay?" MJ asked, an eyebrow raised as she sat next to you at your usual lunch table. Ned and Peter glanced up at her concern, and you realized you were probably staring at your food with a depressed look on your face. You needed to control your expressions better.

"Just a headache," you forced a smile, hoping they all just ignored it. You didn't even really get headaches anymore, because you weren't using your powers often. Even on nights you did try to patrol, you could hardly find crime or anything. You didn't have the Spidey senses or tech that he had that helped find anyone to fight.

All you had done in the last few nights was walk home with girls who felt unsafe and stop a few pickpockets. Luckily Swarm wasn't an issue anymore, but you were worried about another villain showing up. You had no idea what you'd do without Spider-Man.

Ned shrugged and went back to his comic, though Peter stared at you for a second longer. You almost thought he was going to say something, but then your phone buzzed. You immediately grabbed it, face falling when it was just news about some new memorial for Captain America. You put it back down a little too harshly.

"Why do you have news app notifications on?" MJ snickered, and you frowned at her.

"I...like to be up to date," you brushed it off.

"Seems more like you're waiting for something specific," Ned teased a little, and you forced a laugh, hoping he didn't hear the edge in your tone.

"Hey, our project grade dropped," Peter announced, unintentionally saving you from having to address Ned's comment. He showed his phone to you and Ned, and you both grinned.

"A+ baby!" Ned gave you and Peter a high five, "It was almost worth all the bickering for that grade."

You rolled your eyes, a little surprised that Peter didn't make some comment about how annoying it was to work with you. Instead he was quiet, going back to scrolling on his phone.

"Y/N, can you hand these out at the practice today?" MJ slapped some decathlon flash cards on the table. "I can't make it, I have to be at that book signing early or I might not get in."

"Sure," you took the cards, stuffing them in your bag. You must've really been out of it lately - you forgot there was a practice today at all, or that MJ was going to some book signing.

You really needed to pull yourself together.

-

"Did you guys see Spider-Man fight that new villain last night?" Abe interrupted practice in the worst possible way, pulling up the video on his school laptop and dropping it right in front of you and Cindy.

Your pencil lead broke from how hard you were suddenly pressing it against your paper, making you curse. No one noticed your reaction, though Peter glanced at you as you were digging through your bag for a pen that hopefully wouldn't break.

"That's the clearest video I've seen of it," Flash leaned over your shoulder to watch it, and you resisted the urge to shove him. The last thing you needed right now was to watch a video that basically confirmed Spider-Man was ignoring you.

You had waited at your meeting spot for days, and no show - you were starting to think that he was so hurt that he couldn't go anywhere, and you were having half a mind to hunt him down somehow. Instead, there he was, clear as day - fighting a villain you didn't even know existed. Without you.

Flash grabbed the computer to take it to where Betty, Peter, and Ned were sitting, grabbing their attention and making them watch it too. Cindy and Abe crowded around, but you stayed right where you were, hoping they just ignored you.

"Do we really need to talk about that right now?" Peter asked awkwardly, and you didn't even have it in you to roll your eyes. In fact, you agreed with him - could they all just shut up about Spider-Man? "We really should work on those flashcards MJ gave us-"

"He took that guy on all by himself," Ned ignored what Peter said with an impressed tone, and you knew that if you had Spider-Man's super strength, your pen would be broken in half from how tightly you were holding it.

Honestly, you were annoyed at yourself to even having a reaction like that. Spider-Man was allowed to do whatever he wanted. You wanted to ask if he looked hurt in the videos, or like he wasn't himself, but that would've been too obvious. Still...

"Kinda weird that he's fighting by himself," Betty commented.

"Wonder where Medusa's been," Abe added.

You rubbed your temple with your fingers, hoping they'd at least get over it quickly. You had half a mind to agree with Peter and just tell everyone to focus on the flashcards.

"Maybe they broke up," Flash snickered, and that was it for you.

You got up probably too suddenly, but you didn't care. They'd never put the dots together of you possibly being Medusa before, and you doubted they ever would. But you couldn't sit there any longer and try to ignore the fact that Spider-Man definitely ditched you.

Once you were at your locker, you hurried to grab your things before Ned or Betty came to see what your problem was. You were sure one of them would - storming out of a decathlon meeting like that was really unlike you.

Your hand brushed against your suit as you put your last textbook away, and you held it up and stared at your mask, feeling even worse.

This wasn't right. Spider-Man would never, ever leave you. He had promised many times when you'd express your insecurities about fighting alone that he would never abandon you like that. You had so many trust issues, especially after losing your friends and family in the snap.

Maybe you didn't really know him as well as you thought you did.

"Y/N?"

You looked up at where Peter was standing a few feet away, and quickly shoved your mask away. "What?"

Maybe you said that too harshly, because his expression went sour. "Are you okay?"

No, you weren't okay. You were hardly sleeping and you kept worrying about a boy that probably didn't even care about you as much as he promised. But it wasn't like you were going to rant about that to Peter.

You realized you'd been silent for too long when he raised an eyebrow, still waiting for a response. For some reason the best you could come up with was, "Leave me alone."

"What? I'm just asking-"

"Why are you pretending you suddenly care about how I'm doing?" You asked angrily. In all honesty, he didn't even do anything, but him talking to you at all made you suddenly snap. "Your mood swings are so infuriating, Parker. Why can't you just leave me alone for once?"

He stared at you for a minute, and you glared right back, wondering why he didn't say anything. You'd never gotten the last word with him throughout the entire time you knew him.

"Fine," he held his hands up, "I'll leave you alone."

For some reason you regretted speaking to him like that. Maybe he was, for the first time literally ever, genuinely asking if you were okay. Storming out of practice at the mention of Spider-Man and Medusa was probably a bad call on your end, and maybe he actually was concerned. He hadn't even really been a dick to you at all for the last few days.

But he had already left the hallway before you could even think to apologize.

-

It was nearly a week after defeating Swarm that you saw Spider-Man in person again.

You had taken to scaling rooftops to get a good look at the streets below, and you were on an unfamiliar one when you spotted him.

Almost as if you were using your own power on yourself, you froze. He was just a few feet ahead of you, and for some reason his senses didn't seem to alert him that you were there. You stared at his back for a minute, debating with yourself on whether you should actually approach him or not.

Clearly he was avoiding you. He probably didn't want to see you at all, or he would have been showing up at the meeting spot you still stopped by every day. Maybe it would be best to leave him alone and move on.

But you might not get another chance to know what the reason was, and that made your decision for you.

"Spider-Man?" You asked hesitantly, and he flinched.

You must have known him better than you thought. He looked like he was about to jump away, and on instinct, your hand went up and froze him in place. His masked eyes went wide, and you struggled for a second to keep him there, but you couldn't let him leave without at least talking to you.

"Please don't leave."

"What the hell?" Spider-Man snapped, his tone immediately making you take a step back. "Can't you take a hint?"

So it was intentional. You shook your head, ignoring the hurt that single statement brought to your chest.

"I deserve an explanation," you said quietly, not wanting this to turn into the fight that Spider-Man was clearly prepared for for some reason. He's never spoken to you like that. "What the hell is going on?"

"Unfreeze me, right now," he said through gritted teeth. "I don't owe you anything."

"How can you even say that? Two weeks ago you never would've been acting like this to me, I don't understand."

He didn't respond. You were already mad at yourself for using your powers on him - that was crossing a line. In all honesty, though, the way he was treating you was crossing a line, too. With a sigh, you sat on the ledge and dropped your hand, letting Spider-Man break out of his frozen position.

"Do we know each other?" You asked before he could jump away, and you hated how upset you sounded. It couldn't be a coincidence that he started avoiding you the second he saw what you really looked like. You should've known better - Spider-Man could have been anyone. You should never have believed him when he said it didn't matter who you were under the mask.

"Like I would tell you."

That sentence made your heart drop even more. Not even a week ago, he was practically begging you to let you both reveal your identities. He had trusted you so much and vice versa - it didn't make sense for him to suddenly completely change, unless he knew you and seeing you as Medusa changed his feelings.

"I think that answers my question," you muttered, looking down at your hands. "I don't understand. I don't know anyone that would dislike me so much that-"

You paused. Spider-Man seemed to realize that you just figured it out, because he also stopped from his pacing.

"No," you stood up, already shaking your head. "No, there's no way."

"That was what I thought when I saw that you were Y/N," Spider-Man crossed his arms. "I didn't think my luck could possibly be that bad."

You couldn't bring yourself to reply to that. You knew it was Peter Parker under there - no one else hated you as much as he did. If this was at school, you would have figured out something snarky to say back, but you were speechless now.

It made sense - the Stark internship, the random small injuries he'd have, how he acted when you saved him as Medusa. How Peter was acting after Spider-Man saw your real identity. How could you be so stupid?

"What?" He taunted, and you could picture Peter's expression even if it was covered by a mask. "Not going to bite back for once?"

"You can't be Peter," you said weakly, trying to resist the urge to just run away. It did make sense, but you didn't want to accept it. If he was Peter, it meant that every memory and feeling you had for Spider-Man would be tainted by that fact.

Spider-Man grabbed the top of his mask and ripped it off. Any doubt you might've had was gone - Peter's hair was messed up from the mask, but he looked exactly the same as he always did.

"Sorry for the disappointment," his gaze was hard, and you almost thought he sounded as hurt as you felt. You were probably the last person he'd ever expect or want to be Medusa. Peter was the last person you would ever expect to be your Spider-Man. How could they be the same person?

You still didn't say anything. Peter seemed to be fed up with your silence, his expression still angry as he slid his mask back on. Without another word, he swung himself away.

Just like that.

How could you blame him? If you could swing away from that situation, you would have. Your hands were already shaking a little bit, and he had only just left. Your thoughts weren't coherent at all, the shock of Spider-Man being Peter still not settling in.

The trip home was short and bitter. Peter's face behind Spider-Man's mask was the only thing you could think about, and you were already certain you were going to have a horrible sleep, if you could fall asleep at all. You crawled into your window and collapsed onto your bed nonetheless, hoping your headache would go away at the very least.

How could Spider-Man, the only person you could fully trust and even fall for, also be the absolute worst person you'd ever met? Imagining Peter as the one who had been gifting you flowers, asking you out on dates, saving your ass multiple times - you were going to be sick.

And Spider-Man was the one making your school life a living hell, hating you for no reason and picking a fight whenever he could? You could handle Peter Parker being cruel to you. You had been for months, and honestly, you had said some horrible things to him, too.

But hearing those things from Spider-Man?

It was always at the back of your mind that Ned and MJ didn't really want to be your friend because of Peter. They had been his friends first, after all. But it was different with Spider-Man - he was your friend because he wanted to be. He liked you, without even having to see what you looked like.

Spider-Man being Peter wasn't something you could have conjured up in your worst nightmares. You didn't realize how much you really liked Spider-Man until he was gone, but you could have lived with him changing his mind about how he felt about you. At least you still could have been friends, but that was clearly impossible now.

You stared at the flower he gave you the other night, where you had put it in water on your desk. It was withering now, and you found it a little ironic that that was exactly how you felt, too.

How would you have reacted if you realized Peter was Spider-Man first? If he had been the one with his mask ripped off in the middle of the fight?

Your initial reaction probably would've been the same as his. Give him his mask back and run. Definitely easier than dealing with the fact that the hero who had practically begged you to go on a date with him was the same guy who would probably be sick at the idea of holding your hand.

God - you felt yourself cringing at that realization. You had feelings for Peter. And at one point, he had feelings for you, too.

It could be worse. You could have both gone on that date without your identity ever being accidentally revealed. Maybe you would have had stronger feelings only to have them completely ruined the second you both told each other your identities. Because this had to happen eventually - you would have found out he was Peter at some point, there would have been no way to avoid it.

That would have hurt more, you decided. It happening this way was probably the only way to get out of it as unhurt as possible, though your chest still ached at the idea that you lost Spider-Man forever.

Even if he was Peter.

~

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[broomsick]

Just an optional little question, do you have any experience with Freya? If so, I'd love to hear about it (interaction, opinions, favorite stories or myths, etc)

*opens powerpoint* I’ll start off with her stories and general myth and then i’ll dive into my few personal experiences with her. Also before anybody calls me out in the replies please don’t come at me for using her general mythology as a point of reference, i don’t possess the tools nor the right authority to properly sort which myths are authentic and which aren’t.

First of all, i do love the story pertaining to her first interactions with the Æsir. The fact that she fascinated even Odin with her magical abilities, and how the Æsir burned her three times only for her to brush it off like nothing. These little details all depict a quite poised yet very powerful Goddess. Her tight association to death and the choosing of the fallen is also one of the things which make her so intricate imo.

I also love the story surrounding the Brísingamen, which she didn’t hesitate to— pardon the expression, get down and dirty for. I think it’s admirable that not a single thing could even slow her down when it came to gaining what she wanted. She’s overall a super interesting deity with a lot of details surrounding her, and i think it takes a lot of hard work to get a proper picture of this complex figure.

As for my personal experiences with her, they’re all extremely positive. I have two major instances when i felt her presence after having called out to her. The first had been when i told her about a worry i had, not even expecting a response. Gradually, as i spoke, i could feel that she was listening. I inexplicably felt deeply understood and it was the best sense of relief i’d had in a while. I was also suddenly filled with confidence, so much that i couldn’t hold myself back from smiling, and i had the impression that she was also smiling down upon me.

The second time, i was watching a firework and i found it so beautiful i wanted to share it with her. So i just casually thought of her and gave her an invitation to join me. Out of the blue, i smelled the most marvelous smell i’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing. It was flowery and light, but so intense and rich i was almost moved to tears. I felt like she was standing next to me with her arm around my shoulders and that she was also watching the fireworks with wonder.

So yeah i have a very positive opinion of her. To me, she appeared extremely kind and compassionate, beautiful beyond measure. She is also a powerful source of confidence for me, as i felt myself almost physically relaxing and gaining confidence each time i felt her presence. Hope this wasn’t too long! Tysm for the ask!

[bonny-kookoo]

Charming Girl (J.JK x Reader) 🎀☁️💜🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Good Girl!AU, Angst (a bit), Fluff, Smut of course because I can’t write anything normal these days smh

Warnings: Koo has a fight with his GG and says some mean things, Taehyung has a brief appearance and it’s actually all sfw and fluffy but he curses a lot so beware, smut, usage of toys (a vibrator to be specific), manhandling/restriction of movement, GG swallows because y’all should empty the plate when the meal is good, Mentions of past infidelity and overall toxic relationship, there’s a scene where Jk spits in GGs mouth, pls don’t judge lmao

Summary: Jungkook really didn’t mean to say the things he did. He’s not even sure how his brain could even come up with such hurtful things; yet he did, and now, knowing that you’ve taken shelter in Taehyungs apartment out of all places, he’s forced to clean up his mess- and for the first time he can’t ask you for help.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles

You had everything planned out. You even thought about making an entire PowerPoint presentation on why this was a good idea, why this should be done immediately; yet you decided against it, simply planning on explaining it to him the traditional way instead of overdoing it. This was technically his apartment after all, you were simply living with him and sharing rent and space.

Ever since you were small, your family had pets. Your parents had a dog that died sadly when you were young, later on you got your own pet; a guinea pig named Harold, whom you had all throughout your childhood. Harold died of old age when you were barely 14, and you felt as if your heart had been ripped out and buried in your yard instead of the small Tricoloured body. Ever since then you had promised yourself to get another pet when you were older.

When you had your first relationship, it lasted for a year or so, your ex had never wanted a pet. He'd complained that it was as if he was getting a child- and that he wasn't ready to be a dad yet. So you never got one during that time, even though time and space were there.

Now at 22, you had the space and time (and money most importantly), yet you didn’t have the approval of your dear housemate and boyfriend living with you. You didn’t really think it would be an issue honestly; he’d always been an animal lover- so you couldn’t quite understand the situation you got yourself in.

„But look, I’m gonna do all the work, I’ll only have them in my room, you won’t even notice they’re there!“ you whined, walking after him out of the kitchen. You knew you were being a little childish; he’d said two times already that no, not right now, and no, because no. He couldn’t quite give you a full answer that could satisfy you, and you had already noticed that he was grumpy, but you had grown so safe around him that you didn’t spot the warning signs.

„God y/n can you please sh-...“ he inhaled, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. „Please, not now. I’m really not in the mood.“ he said, and you pouted at him. Usually he would find it cute, but right now he was too riled up to really let his vision lead his thoughts. He’d recently started to get more and more agitated whenever he came home, always tired and frustrated. And he didn’t tell you what it was, so maybe that had fueled your pettiness towards him.

„Well tomorrow you’re gonna be grumpy too!“ you said, raising your hands, before facing him. „If you can’t tell me why not then I’m doing it anyways! I’m not just going to blindly do what you want just because-„ you said, but he suddenly snapped, voice way more forceful than yours, making you back off a bit.

„Yeah well if you would do what I said you wouldn’t be standing here throwing a tamper tantrum like a fucking toddler!“ he yelled, taking your opening mouth as another attempt in trying to persuade him. You actually however, wanted to apologize. Those words died down inside your throat when his next left his lips. „Can’t you act your age just for a second? I’m really into fucking you, but also acting like a father isn’t on my list of favorites, thank you very much-„

It was almost comical how his own voice slowly lost volume and tune at the end of his sentence, as soon as he saw the way your eyes widened, face evolving into a look of something he never wanted to see, let alone because of him; it was a look of betrayal, hurt, and even shame- because deep down he knew there was a spark of honesty in between his words, but he also knew that this was you, this was something you couldn’t control. And he’d just used these insecurities and flaws against you.

Your delicate hands suddenly clenched, creating small but angry fists, unraveling just to weakly Push his chest, eyes suddenly swimming with frustrated water that trickled down your cheeks. He just stood there frozen, forced to watch how you stormed away into your room, not even his bedroom you two had been sharing these nights, and he still stood in the exact same spot when you emerged again with your small pink sportsbag, rushing past him and leaving his apartment with nothing more than the lingering scent of you, and the suffocating feeling of his own voice still heavy in the air. A chuckle escaped him, lacking any form of happiness or humor as he began to sob into his hand trying to keep his emotions inside. The wall next to him cracked loudly as his knuckles came in contact with it; breaking skin and wall the same, yet the pain he felt inside his soul was greater than the sting of his scratched up hand.

Right now, Jeon Jungkook really hated himself.

You didn’t have high hopes honestly, and as the door opened, you only looked at the mismatched socks of the older friend of Jungkook. Alex didn‘t have an own apartment, and you honestly didn’t have enough money to stay at a hotel, so Taehyung had been the only option left. You had his number still, and he’d answered to your text that he was home; yet you still had some worry down your throat that he wouldn’t let you in. He simply opened the door fully, leading you inside, and showing you were to hang your jacket and leave your shoes.

His apartment wasn’t huge, but it was nice; you didn’t expect what you saw at all. It was warm, it smelled nice- not like your own home of course, but you’d expected his living space to be a bit more.. chaotic. He was quiet, walking into the kitchen and pouring two cups of something, before placing them down on his living room table. Here and there you could spot small things that showed he lived there; his Juul on the windowsill next to his balcony door, polaroids taped onto the wall, or his sweater halfheartedly thrown over the couch. You sat down on the edge of said seating place, your pink socks running over his light wood laminate. It was scratched, showed that he’d moved the furniture a couple of times since he lived here. Your eyes snapped towards the soft looking slippers he tossed next to your feet, shoe size way too small to be his. „My uhm-„ he scratched his head a bit before actually looking a bit shy. „My girlfriend she.. her feet get cold easily on my flooring so uhm, you can use these.“ he said, and for the first time you actually looked at him. His red hair was gone, dyed pitch black, a little curly too- it suited him well, you decided. „Ah yeah I- Guess I wanted a change.“ he said, going into the kitchen to shut down the lights before sitting down, looking at you. „So.. trouble in paradise huh?“ he said, taking a sip of his cup, eyes watching you.

You felt your eyes sting again, and Taehyubg Shuffle around in his spot. “I just..” you said, before reaching for the mug, hands uncaring of the hot temperature seeping into your skin, taking it as a punishment in a weird way. “I didn’t think About him you know? I mean, he told he he likes to take care of me but.. maybe he changed his mind?“ you said, shrugging your shoulders and sighing. „Sorry to invade like that too..“ tryout mumbled, back arching as if to cower. Taehyung clicked his tongue, crossing his legs.

„You’re Not, don’t worry.“ he said, setting his cup down with a crack against the table. His hands were so different from Jungkooks you noticed; fingers longer and thinner, nails wide. He was a tall person, so it made sense. „Jungkook can be.. difficult.“ he said, leaning his head on his hand. „He doesn’t show it but he’s clumsy. That combined with his usefulness when it comes to apologizing doesn’t really make a good mix.“ he admitted, smirking a bit as his phone lit up from the table, showing a notification from Jungkook, before vibrating a bit again and again, stopping at the count of 12. he didn’t comment on it, but continued. „I don’t think he meant what he said in a bad way. I guess he’s having a bad day, which doesn’t make it better honestly.“ he shrugged, and you bit your lip. „Also lean back a bit will ya? You look like you’re about to break a bone.“ he said, and you sat down more properly.

„I’m worried Taehyung.“ you said. „He.. I really like him, but I’m so scared he’ll get tired of me.“ you mumbled, finally taking a sip, hot chocolate swishing over your tongue, liquid warming your throat as you swallowed. „They all do.“ you whispered into the cup, and Taehyung got serious.

„Have you’ve been in a relationship before?“ he asked, and you nodded.

„Hmhm.. he cheated when he noticed I wanted to wait longer than he did. He stayed with me though because I paid for dinner. His words by the way.“

Taehyung laughed humorously, giving you a look of empathy. „Dickhead.“ he said. „Listen, Jungkook doesn’t know how relationships work. He’s horrible at it honestly, worse than me.“ he said, laughing a bit. „He doesn’t know jackshit about stuff, so you gotta teach him.“ he said. „I’m honestly surprised you both are together at all. Cause he knows this, and he never continues in things he’s bad at.“ you nodded at this. Though he knew Jungkook way longer than you did, you also knew this small detail about him. You'd wondered several times before, but you've never asked him openly about his actual dating history. If you were honest you didn't even knew if he had one to begin with. Maybe he'd always been like he was before you? You couldn't know. "What I'm trying to say is-" Taehyung said, breaking the silence, before standing up and patting your head a bit playfully to cheer you up. "Give it time. Don't try and fix things this time; let him do the work for once. God knows he needs a slap in the face once in a while, you've been babying him too much." He laughed, and you actually smiled as well. Maybe you really did need to wait. After all, his words had hurt deep down in your soul, leaving you embarrassed and insecure- he should get his cut of the cake as well. Sharing is caring, and all that.

Whatever the fuck that was he did that night, it definitely hadn't been sleeping, that much was clear to him. He honestly looked like shit, he'd been told at work, and after several hours of snapping at his coworkers because of his headache, he'd been sent home for the rest of the remaining day, leaving him to visit his local doc and calling in sick for the last two days of the week. He highly doubted that he'd gain enough energy to really get anything done- having made mistakes over and over again today, leaving him with a feeling of uselessness. And the worst part?

Coming home.

Now usually, this would be his favorite part; he'd lay his head onto your lap while you looked at something on your laptop in the living room, or he'd get to catch you silently humming along a song on your phone while you cooked something. But he'd fucked things up these days, so his apartment had gotten a stale aftertaste as he walked through his door, nothing greeting him but silence. The lights were off, darkness swallowing the rooms until he switched them on. Has his lights always been so cold? He never noticed anymore whenever you were there.

He knew he was supposed to do something, but exactly that was the issue. He didn't knew what- because even if he asked you for forgiveness, it wouldn't make up for the crack that he'd seen in your eyes, not to mention how he didn't feel like he deserved it at all. He knew you would accept his apology as soon as he'd say it to you, and that made it so much worse for him. He couldn't even start to imagine how easy prey you were for men- and not in any way good.

This had become an issue over time. He felt like he had to protect you from everything it seemed, yet he also wanted you to become more independent- but there was the issue. He was actually scared. Because if you started to become less and less dependent on him,

would you still want him, if you didn't need him?

This had been a question riling him up greatly. It popped up randomly in his head, making it hard to really think of anything else- because deep down there was this voice, telling him that no; as soon as you found the amount of confidence you should have, considering your angelic character in his eyes- you'd start to see what an actual asshole he was. He'd never understood what exactly you saw in him to begin with. Sure, he had the looks kind of, he knew that from the amount of flirty comments he'd get, but character wise he was an absolute garbage can. He was picky, needy of being held in high standards, he craved praise and recognition. He was selfish, wanted everything for himself, and hated sharing anything. He was too honest, swore way too much, and had a chaotic way of keeping track of things.

He'd punched the poor wall in the living room again last night, the remnants still lingering like a bleeding wound, white dust from the broken material scattered over the dark carpet. After he'd heard you went to Taehyung out of all people, he'd completely lost it- eventually falling asleep on the couch, crying like a toddler after a tantrum. Ironic, since he'd called you one, when in reality it seemed that he was the immature one in this relationship.

This time he simply let himself fall onto the couch, a stray blanket still crumpled up pathetically on the cushions, looking almost how he felt. He knew he should do something, but he couldn't get himself to- simply falling onto his side, just to fall asleep, dreams haunting him much worse than before without you there to soothe him.

After staying with Taehyung and his Girlfriend for two days, you felt like you were intruding, in a way. You also didn't like to run away anymore, deciding to face whatever would be waiting for you at home. Jungkooks friend had driven you, asking if he should come upstairs with you but you had declined- this was something you needed to do by yourself.

To say the apartment was a mess was an understatement. Empty noodle cups on the kitchen counter, sink filled with dishes. The bathroom door was open, showing that he'd been showering just recently it seemed, yet the clothes on the floor made you wonder if it was in a hurry. Even though he was chaotic, Jungkook was never really messy in a way. But the way everything looked told a different story.

You also noticed just how dark it was. The curtains were closed, room stuffy from not airing out like you did every morning, and the couch looked like he slept on it. But why? Even if he felt bad, he could at least sleep in his own bed, you wondered.

But you also noticed the lack of the person in question.

Worried, you crept into the bedroom, not finding him there. What helped to ease your mind however was, that his open dresser was still filled with clothes- he didn't leave.

So wherever he was, maybe at work? You decided to clean up, and get things a bit more comfortable around the small apartment. He did tell you to be mature, after all.

Opening the apartment door with a bit of struggle considering the items in his hands, he instantly noticed something different. Maybe it was the fresh air, the amount of light in the apartment, or the fact that soft music played in the background, dishes clattering in the kitchen. He slowly set down everything he'd bought, almost tip-toeing into his home, eyes widening upon your form standing in front of the sink, hands occupied inside soapy water. You didn't turn around, but he could see in the way you bit your lip that you'd noticed him already, yet chose not to look at him. You feared one look would be enough to set you off, make you cry, and you knew this would probably end up as something new he could complain about. Okay, maybe not, you knew he wouldn't, but you were so unsure how to act around him now that it just felt.. awkward.

And Jungkook hated it.

He chewed on his lip as well, moving to get the stuff he'd bought set up inside the living room, wordlessly working on setting down the doggy bed, placing the other bags filled with food and toys down as well. You couldn't help but peak around the corner, almost comically leaning behind the wall between the kitchen and living room, only showing a fraction of your face. Jungkook actually chuckled at the picture you posed to him as, although it did sting a bit that you seemed too cautious around him now to actually get closer. "Can you come over here for a second please?" He timidly asked, and you looked a bit hesitant, before eventually walking closer to him, sitting on the floor in front of him, with a bit of space keeping you both apart. He sighed, before lowering his head. "I.. You can't imagine how fucking sorry I am for what I said. I didn't.. I had no right to talk to you like that, and I really fucking regret it." He said, making you nod, not looking at him either, occupying yourself with a stray string of your sock that you'd accidentally put on inside out. "I'm just.. I dont know how to actually explain it without sounding like an ass, so I'll just.." He started, running a hand through his rather long hair. "I've been noticing how you started to change like, you're becoming so much more confident and I love it, I really do, but at the same time it absolutely terrifies me because-" He sighed, scratching his neck and hand reaching out to you, not really grabbing or anything, but simply brushing against your smaller hand with his finger. It was a pathetic gesture really, but he had to clear his throat again before he spoke. "The more you can stand up for yourself, the less you'll need me, and I.. I know I sound like an asshole but I need you to need me, I just.. I need to have you lean on me and like, make me do shit for you because I'm selfish, yeah, I'll admit it. I'm a fucking dick who needs to get his ego stroked and-" Suddenly your hand grabbed his, both hands running over his tattooed skin on the back of his, and he looked at you with the eyes of desperation written in capslock. You smiled at him, so understanding and warm that he felt like crying.

"I'll always need you Jungkookie." You said, scooting forward and straddling him, burying your head into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him as he wrapped his arms around you, his head in the crook of your neck. "Who's gonna kick someones butt when they bully me in PvP games?" You said, and he chuckled, laughing, and pulled you even closer for a moment before you pulled away from him, brushing his hair out of his eyes and intentionally messily wiping his eyes, making him grin and laugh before grabbing your wrists, kissing your nose, cheeks, your entire face before you gasped for air from laughing so hard, begging him to stop. "What do you-" You said, catching your breath. "What is all that though?" You asked, and he pulled out his phone out of his back pocket, sniffling still a bit as he tapped away on his cracked screen, before he showed you a picture of a small white puppy, pink tongue peaking out of its mouth as it looked at the camera. You squealed, before connecting the dots. The dog toys. The bags filled with food. "No way.." You said, eyes wide as he became a bit shy.

"I know you wanted something small, but.. I found her on our local shelter's website, and I met her yesterday. I thought, a dog could be a good addition-" He said, before you hugged him again, squealing into his chest and making him chuckle. "Don't let yourself be fooled though." His eyebrows raised as he playfully looked at you in a serious way. "She's your personal bodyguard- an absolute killer machine if someone gets too close, we already talked about that." And you had to snort at the image in your head, imagining Jungkook all serious talking to the white fluffy dog about guarding his owner. "We're getting here on Monday, so we got two more days to go until then." He said, and you nodded, not letting go of him. He ran his hand over your head, suddenly more serious again. "I really mean it though." You raised your head at that, looking at him questioningly. "I.. I really like how you are. Deep down I guess I know that you're actually the mature one in this, so I guess I at least want to feel as if I have the upper hand, you know?" He said, and you smiled at that.

"Well, you do though." You said, leaning your head to the side before toying with the hem of his shirt. He looked at you now, before you answered. "I still.. trust you." Your voice got a bit breathier, before you said your next sentence. "You can do all you want with me. I'm yours after all." And he groaned, letting his head fall back. "What?" You questioned amused.

"Don't say shit like that right now-" He whined, trying to force the image of the cute puppy into his head instead of you, lying underneath him in all your glory, ready for him to- nop, no no no, cute puppies, cute puppies. But you didn't understand his standpoint it seemed.

"But why though? Don't you.. you know, want to?" You said hesitantly.

He shook his head. "No, you know I kind of always want to but.. I don't want you to feel as if that's all I want." He said, looking stressed. You smiled again, leaning into him.

"I mean, that's not true. I know that." You answered, before getting a teasing spark inside your eyes. "Either that, or its so good that you go as far as to get me a cute puppy." You chuckled, and his eyes got just as impish as yours, hand smacking your behind in a playful way.

"Careful. You could charm anyone into buying you a dog with those eyes." He said, smirking. You grinned proudly, and he suddenly attacked your neck, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder, the sound of your laughter music to his ears. He actually hadn't slept in his own bedroom solely because of the reason that he'd be tormented with the memories of you both, showing him almost mockingly what he'd almost lost. Now he didn't feel pressured anymore, he felt as if he was worthy enough to be in here, as weird as it sounded.

Letting you fall onto the mattress, you giggled as you jumped a bit on it, making him grin as he crawled over your form, immediately attacking your lips in a searing kiss, not even asking for entrance at all, simply taking. He slowly grew more and more impatient, hands grabbing and running over your skin almost possessively as he growled out his displeasure about your choice of shelter. He didn't say it out loud because he had no right to talk about it, plus he was deep down grateful that you've spent the night there instead of somewhere else, but he hated the fact that you slept over at Taehyungs place. He knew you'd never be unfaithful, yet he couldn't help but feel insecure when you left, knowing that you could easily find someone else, someone better in his eyes than him. The time apart made him cherish you again in a new way, teeth biting your skin gently, leaving marks on your skin that would soon blossom beautifully in different shades. You mewled at that, his grin reappearing, before he opened his infamous drawer under his bedside table, taking something out that seemed to be still packaged. You looked curiously, yet turned all shades of pink when you saw what it was.

"Hm.. you like it princess?" He asked, opening the plastic and cardboard packaging of the device as you began to grow a little more restless at the sight of it. It appeared to be a vibrator of some sorts, coloring just the way you liked it- soft pink with white details, making you wonder how on earth something so sinful could also look so pretty. You'd never really cared for toys like that, but Jungkook had talked about maybe using them before. "Thought you'd like it." He said lowly. "You're gonna love it once I'm done with you." He promised, glad that he saw the small green LED light up- it luckily came pre-charged, so he could use it right away after he'd cleaned it with a babywipe. "Hm, lets see what it can do, yeah?" he huskily proposed, sitting on his legs in front of you. "Strip princess. Lemme' see my gorgeous baby." He said, and you started to undress just as he told you. You've long stopped feeling self-conscious around him after all the times he'd seen you, and he also always made sure to make you feel good about yourself, so you didn't hesitate anymore when it came to things like these.

As soon as you laid there, bare as the day you joined humanity, he used the tip of the toy to gather your slick between your legs, nudging against your very center, making you jump a bit at the foreign feeling. He smiled like the devil himself as he covered it in your own personal lubrication, before it entered you, making you sigh. It definitely couldn't match up to his own length, that was something you immediately noticed, but once he clicked a button, your whines started to sound in the room, making him smile at the view of your squirming form. Oh how long he'd imagined about this exact moment, the way you moved even more bewitching as he could've imagined to be. His mind tried to burn the image into its memory, the way your toes curled, your hands grabbed the sheets, or how your hips moved in a rhythm only you seemed to feel. "hmm, so sweet. You look absolutely divine like that pretty baby." He hummed, before turning the intensity up, making you gasp a bit. He chuckled, moving the vibrator around a bit so the additional small detail close to the switches and buttons pressed against your clit, making you huff out deliciously. He'd always been addicted to your sounds, the way you responded to him oh so well- he felt like he was watching a goddess unravel in his bed, as cheesy as it may sounded. The way you trusted him, gave yourself to him, let him control you like this- it made him feel as if he was on drugs, higher than he could ever get from any substance people used to cloud their minds with. He didn't need anything illegal or toxic to set himself free and let his mind reset back into place. Not when he had someone like you at his mercy, ready to be played with however he may wanted.

As his free hand moves to fondle your breast, kneading the flesh in an almost massaging way and kissing you silly, you yelled out his name as you came undone, breaking apart just to be put together by him later. Your mouth was open in a silent scream, and as he spotted the small strand of saliva still connecting you both he couldn't stop himself from letting a drop of his own fall onto your tongue, pupils dilating at the way you simply swallowed, uncaring how just plain dirty this entire tiny gesture just was. God he'd buy you an entire kennel full of dogs if it meant he'd get to see you like this, all his and his only. He decided to not enter you as you still whined from overstimulation, taking the toy out of you as you weakly reached for him, asking him to help you sit on a little. He helped you as you clumsily tokk him into your mouth, eyes closed and pace steady as he began to groan under his breath, brushing his hand through your hair as he fondly looked down onto your head, lips around him so perfectly that it didn't take him long to suddenly gasp out, giving him no time to warn you. Yet he only felt you swallow before letting him go, his tip sensitive making him hiss a bit, breathing heavy. "God you're perfect." He breathed out, kissing you feverishly as he slowly calmed down, laying on the bed, toy long forgotten on the floor next to the mattress.

You woke up as you felt something cold and weirdly damp against your inner thighs, spotting Jungkooks naked torso as he took out another babywipe, cleaning you with gentle movements. The soft smell of the wet tissues made you smile a bit, as Jungkook used one to clean himself up as well before joining you in bed again, pulling the covers over you. "I really mean it you know." He said, and you hummed questioningly. "I know I don't say it very often if at all but.." he looked at your face with fondness, before he pulled you closer again, letting you rest your head on his bare chest. "I really love you." He said silently, and you smiled, kissing his skin as he placed one to your shoulder, his hand running along your spine.

"I really love you too, Jungkookie." You said, before falling asleep, content and happy in his arms.

"I can't wait to see you holding the pink leash of the cute little princess."

"Do you mean the dog or you? Because I wouldn't mind holding eithe- OW, WHY DID YOU HIT ME?!"

[doyoungiesbunnies]

Fall Leaves

[3:43 PM] - College!AU Jungkook

I need a walk.

The sudden urge to leave my study group for a stroll in the brisk, autumn air has my legs carrying me down the campus walkway.  Their anxiety over every knit-picking detail overwhelms and frustrates me enough to need escape.  Tomorrow is an exam in a class I’m not doing particularly well in, and my classmates can say the same.  I’ve repressed my stress enough so it’s not conscious anymore, but the semi-conscious manifestations are still there.  My mind has been conditioned to want one person and one person only in this situation.  Ever since before the first exam when he offered a mind-clearing walk to me in the wake of a silent meltdown, it’s become a sort of ritual I’d like to keep.

“Hey, are you busy right now?”

It’s a simple message that my fingers typed and sent without much thought.  I’m already within range of the library where he’s most likely studying.  Even though it won’t hurt to ask, the answer might hurt.

I’m at the door to the building when Jungkook’s reply comes:  “In the lib with the guys, what’s up?”

Unfortunately, he’s also too popular to be bothered with my problems at this time.  Although expected, my heart doesn’t fail to sink the slightest.  I stop in my tracks, deflated at the answer.

“Ah, nvm then.”

My feet remain planted in front of the doorway, debating my next step.  My stress definitely has me craving chocolate as well, and since there’s a vending machine inside, I might as well create a purpose for walking all the way here.  I enter and navigate the lobby for my indulgent treat.

“No, what’s up?”

“It’s nothing lol, don’t worry”

It would be rude of me to interrupt his studying with his friends for him to comfort and listen to my irrational insecurities.  Even if he said to text him whenever and that I’m not bothering him, he’s probably just being polite, he doesn’t actually mean it.  Besides, he’s just as stressed as I am, I shouldn’t add babysitting me to his list of issues, nor should I deprive him of critical study time.

I sigh and take my chocolate bar from the machine, fiddling with the crunching wrapper.  I’ll just find a seat outside just to be alone with my thoughts for a while.

“Y/n?”

My head snaps up at my name and his voice.  In his neutral expression holds a hint of concern in his raised eyebrow.  He saunters over to me.  “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just wanted to know where you were studying.”  I muster my best fake smile.

He doesn’t look too convinced, eyes surveying me.  I focus my attention down on the stubborn plastic that refuses to open.  “Here, give me.”  He takes it out of my hands, cracks it open without issue, and returns it before stuffing his hands in his jogger pockets.  “Let’s take a walk, we haven’t talked in a while, have we?”  His playful grin lights up his features.

I blink and I can’t help but smile back.  “Sure.”  I did come down for a break after all.

It’s comforting just being with him.  He never pressures me to talk about what’s bothering me and he has this infectious positive energy constantly radiating outwards.  One week at the beginning of the semester on our first walk together, I asked him how he’s always so positive all the time, and he simply replied, “You just gotta go with the flow.  Do whatever you can with the amount of time you have, don’t try to push yourself too hard and have fun.  That’s what my hyungs say.”

As an anxious person at the brink of a panic attack, that wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but after chewing on his words a little, I realized it might benefit me to be more relaxed rather than wound up all the time.

Jungkook and I step outside into the brisk wind.  I zip up my windbreaker and bury my hands in the pockets.  “How’s the studying coming along?” I ask.

I notice he’s biting his fingers again, but pulls away when he wants to answer.  “You know, same as everyone else.  I’m nervous about it, but I’m trying as hard as I can, putting enough effort in.”  He turns to look at me.  “What about you?”

I take in how the longer strands of his hair frame his features, the rest of the dark locks tied up in his endearing bouncy ponytail.  I offer a grim, tight lipped excuse of a smile.  “I might be a little overwhelmed I guess.  I just couldn’t sit and study anymore when I’ve been doing it all day.”  I sound light hearted about it, but it’s how I really felt.  “My study mates are pouring over every single word in the powerpoint and it’s not doing me any favors.”

“Yeah, I could tell you needed a break,” he chuckles.  “It takes a lot for you to ask me for a walk.  You seem to have it all together most of the time.”

I snort at that.  “Yeah, when in reality I’m having a meltdown, but what else can you do?  No one has time to spare on a breakdown when there’s like 400 slides of material to cover, so you gotta schedule that in for afterwards.”

“But after the exam, you won’t need the breakdown?”

“That’s the point I guess?”

His dorky throaty laughter bursts out of his lips.  “Not the healthiest thing, but okay.”

“Oh, and drinking a nitro cold brew at almost 4 pm is?” I prod back at him.

“We don’t talk about that.”  He lightly bumps my shoulder with his before plopping his hand on my shoulder, stopping me in our tracks.  “You’re a strong person, and you’re smart.  How else would you have gotten this far?”

I want to ignore the stir his words give me.  “I dunno, dumb luck and all-nighters I guess?”

He shakes his head, his stare boring into mine, forcing me to internalize his words.  “There are so many other people who can put in the same amount of work as you and they still can’t get to where you are.  Be proud of yourself and how much you’ve accomplished.  Obviously, whatever you’re doing so far works.  You’ll get through this.”  He cracks another goofy smile.  “Besides, if we all do bad, he’ll have to curve the exam, right?”

I can’t help but laugh at his last statement.  “You’re right, maybe we should all just automatically fail so he can give back half the exam.”  We continue walking in silence, observing the change in the leaves on the trees.  “Such a shame that we’re stuck studying and we can’t properly appreciate what’s around us.”

“Yeah, I wish I brought my camera with me, maybe I’d enjoy it more.  Mental cameras still work though!”  He holds his hands up and pretends to click his images on his imaginary camera.

Gosh, he’s such a dork, I think fondly.  “You have no business sounding that wise, it’s not fair.”

“It’s all Namjoon, not me, I don’t take any credit for that,” he smiles with his bunny teeth.

[btsmutimagines]

Washed Up (M)

A/N: Idk why I’m embarrassed to admit this but I listen to Korean boyfriend ASMR sometimes because I’m a sad lonely hoe and I love deep voices so I listened to one but I can’t find it anymore T-T however I vividly remember how it went down so... enjoy I guess

Requested (forever ago):  Can you write a dom taehyung smut , where he is protective and possessive in celebration for taehyung's blue hair? +  Daddy kink , over simulation, marking/giving hickeys , spanking , orgasm denial , body worship and possession kink? (was asking for kinks at the time lol)

Word Count: 4.1k

THe BLUE HAIR STARTED THIS FSKLDKL

Have you ever started the day, feeling ready for whatever life wants to toss at you but as the day progresses, every possible worst-case scenario you could muster up starts to feel like your reality?

That’s the kind of day you were having.

It started with your car stopping halfway to your job because you forgot to fill your tank and you had to hitchhike with a stranger to a gas station who kept insisting that they could drop you off at work but you weren’t about to leave your baby on the side of the road for god knows how long. Your eyes kept looking at your rear-view mirror, making sure that your ‘goodwill’ stranger wasn’t following you to work.

Thanks to your forgetfulness, you were late to work where you met with your supervisor breathing down your neck because you were apparently scheduled for a meeting that was behind schedule due to your tardiness and your supervisor had to roughly start on his own.

You jumped in, trying to not mess up the entire presentation but you ended up messing up on some of the quarterly sales to be corrected by one of the investors. You knocked over a chart, the PowerPoint presentation that you spent weeks on wouldn’t open for a good 20 minutes which was filled with you and your supervisor awkwardly trying to joke with the investors. Oh, not to mention that your coworker had mentioned to you after you got up that you missed a button on your blouse so whenever you leaned over, you were flashing them a nice view of your bra and cleavage.

Hell, maybe that will distract them from the train wreck of a presentation.

You just plopped back into your seat, trying to start your next presentation and making sure that it opened properly every time you saved and exited it. Amid your work, one of the senior girls came over to you and started to make small chat with you.

“Oh, hey hun.”

“Oh, hi.”

“You seemed really busy.”

“Kind of. Is there something you need?”

“Oh, Y/N, what makes you think that I only came over so you could do something for me?” Dunno, maybe because the last time you came over to chat, you left me with 15-page assignments that were due the next morning? While your ass went out for drinks with one of your ‘companions’ You had chills run down your spine at the thought of this woman and how she gets around a man she is pining over.

It had nothing to do with her age (she has solidified cougar status), but it was the overly seductive side that she tries to portray. She tries to mystify every man she takes a liking to, but it shouldn’t take too much to get someone who likes you as well to get to the hint, but she liked to overemphasize her interest.

Maybe it’s your way of thinking, seeing as your boyfriend could be as dense as men come, but you like to think the old ‘being yourself’ trick works well.

She still gets her men, so that’s all that matters to her, you guess?

“But since you were such a dear to ask,” here we go again.

“I was supposed to stay to midnight to examine one of my newest client’s records, but I promised my sister that I would watch her kids while she and her husband went out for dinner.” You internally sighed, knowing that she was probably making an elaborate excuse, but you also had no reason why you wanted to get out of it anyways.

“Of course, wouldn’t want to leave children unattended.” You said with a hint of sarcasm, but she still dropped the huge binder on your desk anyway. She took her high heeled self away from yourself with a fake smile before going back to her cubicle on the other side of the room.

One of these days she’s going to really need you and you’re going to make sure that you have some kind of plans that were so foolproof that she’ll have to actually, you know, do her damn job.

You checked your watch, only seeing that it was 10. You leaned your head back a bit, stretched your arms before getting back to fixing your presentation.

“Hey, Y/N?” You sighed, looking at one of your coworkers walking up to you. He only came over to you to do one of two things: awkwardly ask you to go to lunch with him or fix the copier because you ‘had the magic touch’. You were pretty sure he just wanted to watch you squat to fill the paper or to lean over to check if it was even plugged in.

“What is it?”

“I was working with the copier, but it wasn’t working again, I was wondering if you would check it out for me?” You got up, following him to the copy room. The copier was on this time, you saw that it was just waiting for confirmation before printing and you accepted.

“You didn’t know how to confirm a print job?”

“It wasn’t working before? It wouldn’t print when I confirmed, you see.” The copier printed a single page and you handed it over to him and he stopped you from leaving.

“Don’t you want to make sure it worked?”

“It clearly did since it printed if you would excuse me-”

“Just look at it for me?”

“Uh.”

“What I mean is that, wouldn’t you feel partially responsible if the copier screwed up after helping me out?”

“No.”

“What?”

“You broke the copier and I couldn’t fix it. I’m not maintenance. Now, can you like take two steps to the left?” You were ready to tackle this dude, not really caring about what the office would think but he flipped over the page in front of you.

It was simple, it had the picture of him holding a sign saying ‘lunch?’.

“I wonder how much Mrs. Kang would appreciate you using office supplies to ask a taken woman to lunch.”

“Taken? By who?”

“None of your business. Now, move it.” You rubbed your temples, regretting even trying to help that kid. You had to admit, his persistence would be valuable if it was for actual work.

You worked through your lunch, settling for food from the cafeteria and your senior coworker walked past you.

“Aw, you poor thing.”

“What?”

“Having to eat from the cafeteria. That young man in our department just treated me to lobster.” What? That kid could afford lobster for lunch? You thought he would just take you to the cafeteria and try to awkwardly feed you or something, but not some fancy lunch? Now, your soup seemed pretty inferior to the lobster you could have been digging into…

“That poor boy told me how you rejected him so harshly when he just wanted to treat you to a nice lunch since you worked so hard.” Of course, she ate up his sob story, he was footing the damn bill.

“I don’t think it would be appropriate to let another man take me out to lunch when I have a boyfriend.”

“You? A boyfriend?” She laughed mockingly, you rolled your eyes and faced her.

“Honey, you should explore your options. Men are like a buffet, why restrict yourself to only your favourites when there are so many things that you can sample?”

“Because my boyfriend is like my favourite restaurant, sure there are things that I know I’ll love but there are more things that I would discover. To everyone else, it’s just another restaurant but I love it.”

“Ugh. Listening to you is going to make me vomit the lovely lobster I just enjoyed. Enjoy your little soup.” She basically spat the last line at you, you flipped her off when her back was turned to you.

Without any further interruptions, you fixed your presentation and began to read through the client records that Ms. ‘Men are buffet’ should have been looking at. She even walked past you, exclaiming how excited she was to get home after a long day at work.

The office began to dwindle in people, your office light being one of the few that were still on and you started to yawn when you were reading the plans for the product. It was only 6 in the evening; a small nap couldn’t hurt…

You shut the binder, placing it on your table and placing your keyboard up on the base of your monitor to give your arms more room. As soon as you shut your eyes, you started to doze off.

You woke up to the sound of your ringtone next to your ear and you groggily answered.

What do you want?

Is that really how you want to start this conversation, baby?

Yes. If you can’t tell me why you decided to grace me with this phone call, I’m hanging up

Are you forgetting that you said that you wanted to come over tonight and it’s now 10?

No, I-shit, I did, didn’t I?

Yes, Ms. Forgetful.

I’ll be right there.

Wait-

You hung up before he could finish, turning off your light and grabbing your coat. You rushed down to the parking lot and getting in your car. It was raining outside, you forgot to check the weather before you left the house, but you had a car, so it wouldn’t matter, right?

That is, if your car would actually start.

“Fuck.” You saw the battery symbol light up, you cursed out loud and hit the steering wheel. You got out of the car, locking it and decided to trudge in the rain. His place wasn’t that far away, and you didn’t want to spend the money on a taxi.

So, you show up to your boyfriend, Taehyung’s doorstep, shivering and wet from the rain and he opened the door. He looked all warm and comfy in his sweats and a loose shirt and began to ‘tsk’ at you.

“If you let me finish, Y/N, I would have said that it was raining and that we could have met for breakfast or something.”

“Well, you were talking too slow.”

“I think you know how fast I can be, baby.”

“Are you going to stand there and boast or let me in?”

“My, my, you’re snappier today.”

“Well, my warm and dry boyfriend is just chatting up a storm while I’m cold, shivering and dealing with a kinda shitty day, thanks for asking by the way.”

“That was my next question, I swear.”

“Mhm.” He pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you and you looked at him with your arms crossed.

“To be fair, you’re the one that showed up late.”

“Well, I got extra work shoved on me because one of my coworkers, you know the one with the curly auburn hair that pinned in a weird updo?”

“The one that flirted with me when you went to get drinks?”

“I swear any relatively young-looking man with a pulse is her type.”

“Wait, relatively young-looking? What does that even mean?”

“You have a baby face.”

“Excuse you, I look extremely manly.”

“Oh, honey.” You said, touching his arm.

“God, don’t talk like that woman.”

“Sorry, she kept saying that to me today and I need a detox from her.”

“Agreed.”

“Anyways, she shoved her work on me to finish. Then some dude in the office asked me out to lunch. I said no, don’t worry yourself, Mr. Jealous.” You could see the relief wash over him as you said the last sentence, but it was quickly replaced with fake shock.

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“Your expression speaks volumes, but I missed out on some lobster.”

“Pfft. Lobster. Baby, I could get you a four-course seafood extravaganza. Calamari, lobster, crab, whatever you name it.”

“Mussels?”

“Of course.”

“Shrimp?”

“Baby, who do you think I am?”

“Maybe, you’re not too bad, I guess.  You would make better company, anyways.”

“I can do much more than that.”

“And what’s that?”

“How about I get a nice, warm shower running, give you the one sweater you like to wear,”

“I like to wear it or you like seeing me in it?”

“Why can’t it be both, love?”

“What else?”

“And we can have some nice cuddles while we watch that movie you were talking about?”

“Hm. You seem to know me pretty well.”

“Only been at this for almost 2 years, I think I have some hindsight now.”

“That smart brain of yours should probably tell those feet to start moving.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, turning on his heel and walking to the bathroom. You giggled a little as he saluted you before entering the bathroom.

“Such a dork.” You took off your shoes, placing them on the rack next to his and peeling off your coat. A shiver made you rub your arms with your hands and rush down to the bathroom.

“Didn’t think you would come in so soon.”

“Well, you did say a nice shower, not a bath.”

“Better warm you up faster, maybe the snappiness will wash away.”

“Eh.” You exclaimed, slightly offended and he chuckled.

“I was joking, babe.”

“Oh, so you think you’re funny now, huh?”

“When wasn’t I funny?”

“Were you ever funny?”

“That’s just a low blow, you know that’s a core part of my being.”

“You kind of walked into that one, bud.”

“Fair.” He began to unbutton your blouse, your wet bra accentuating your breasts and hardened nipple due to the cold rain.

“It was really cold.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” He stood close, your face gently pressed into his chest as he unzipped your pencil skirt and sliding it down. He took his time with your stockings, his face conveniently in front of your panties and he hooked his fingers along the strap.

“Control yourself, mister.”

“Of course, where are my manners? You can’t be the only one naked here.”

“That’s not what I…” He stood up abruptly, tossing his shirt over his head to reveal his torso. You appreciated the fact he wasn’t a gym monkey like Jungkook, besides it’s fine to play with his stomach.

“Cute.”

“What kind of reaction is that?”

“What? Your tummy is cute.” He sighed, you poked his tummy and he tried to fight the smile on his face before holding your hands.

“You’re ruining the mood.”

“What mood? I’m taking a shower and you took off your shirt for no reason.”

“I never said that you would be washing yourself. It’s more relaxing if someone else does it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Plus, we can spend more time together, we missed out on some quality time.”

“Fine, but don’t do that thing.”

“What thing?”

“Don’t be coy. You know exactly what I mean, where you put on that smouldering look and act all like Edward from twilight-esque.”

“Are you getting a fever?” He placed the back of his hand on your forehead and you smacked his hand. You slipped out of your underwear and getting behind the curtain. The warm water hitting your skin instantly made you feel better, Taehyung following you not too long after.

“I can shower myself just fine, Taehyung.”

“Y/N.” He singsonged your name, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder. He planted a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“I just want to help you relax, you’ve had such a long day and deserve to be pampered, hmm?” He didn’t give a real chance to respond, grabbing the loofah he kept for you when you stayed over and added some soap.

“Just close your eyes and let me take care of you.” He rubbed the loofah before gently scrubbing your skin. You listened to his whimsical hums as he glides the loofah as he wished.

“May I?”

“If you have to.” He fondled your chest, him trying to be innocent as possible about it. Although you didn’t miss the gentle brushing against your nipples or him needed to cup more of your breasts because he ‘couldn’t miss a single spot’.

He washed your back, you sensed him getting down his knees as he washed your ass. The way the loofah rubbed against your ass in a gentle circular motion, his hand lightly touching as he moved over the curvature.

He turned you to face him, letting the water now hit your back and his hand touched your leg.

“Lift your leg.” He commanded, you silently obeyed, and he got eye level with your leg. You watched him wash with long strokes, licking his lips a bit as he switched legs.

“All done.”  He stood while saying this, his fingers stroked up your thigh. You pressed your thighs together as a result, looking away from Taehyung who gently turned your head to meet his eyes.

“Let me return the favour.” You quietly said, averting your eyes from his face and grabbed the loofah he used for himself and a dollop of his body wash.

You couldn’t help but stare at the way the soap would wash off his torso, almost drooling when you watched his back muscles slightly contract as you washed his back. Jesus, it was one of the titillating things about him.

“You’re missing a spot, love.”

“Oh-uh you’re a big boy, you can do that yourself.”

“You offered.”

“To wash you, not give you a handjob with soap.”

“How about without the soap?”

“Are your brain cells still functioning?”

“Oh, don’t play games, love. Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring at me.”

“Or how you pressed your thighs together when I just innocently touched them?”

“Or how your nipples are still hard after all this time in the shower?”

“So what if that’s all true? What are you going to do about it?” You knew there was no point in trying to hide your arousal, he could see through you like glass.

“Why don’t you tell me? What do you want me to do?” He leaned in, teasing you by brushing his lips against yours but you pressed your lips against his. You didn’t care about how desperate you were, your lips shamelessly moving against his.

His hands grabbed your ass, you gasped at the sudden movement and he chuckled into your lips.

“Not funny.”

“You gasp like it’s the first time I’ve touched your ass.”

“It just catches me off guard.”

“So cute.”

“Not the exact words I want to hear, Tae.” He chuckled again, you hit his chest and he leaned in to kiss you again. You felt yourself chasing after his lips, seconds separating each kiss you two shared and you comfortably rested your arms around his neck.

His lips trailed along your neck, a small whimper left your lips as he began to nip at your skin. Your hands travelled to his head with a rough tug at his hair.

“I can’t believe that dick at your job doesn’t know you’re mine. All mine.”

“Someone sounds jealous.”

“Of who? I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this.” His left hand sensually rubbed against your inner thigh, his thumb brushing against your folds.

“The only one who gets to hear you like this.”

“Fuck.” You whispered under your breath as his right hand expertly fondled your left breast.

“Don’t get quiet on me, sweetheart. I want to hear you while you unravel under my touch.”

“Hands against the wall.” He commanded, you swiftly positioned yourself. You were about to speak when you felt two fingers suddenly enter you.

“Jesus Christ, Taehyung.” You moaned, his fast pace was unforgiving.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking perfect. Your pretty little pussy taking my fingers so easily like it’s made for me.”

“Nngh, fuck, more.” You felt a hard smack on your ass, the sting only stimulating you more.

“Where are your manners, baby? Hm?”

“P-Please fuck- I want more p-please.”

“Good girl.” He obliged to your plea, a third finger squeezing its way into you. The gentle stretch was noticeable, Taehyung’s hand soothing your ass while he did so.

“You alright, baby?”

“Y-Yes.”

“So eager to please.” He continued his reckless pace when he felt you were comfortable, his fingers quickly stretching you out.

“You’re so good, baby, so good.” You could barely focus on Taehyung’s words, pleasure overpowering your senses. Though your incoherent moans, you found yourself on the edge of your orgasm before he stopped.

“What the fuck, Tae-” He silenced you with another slap to your ass, you giving him a silent glare.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you cum, did you?”

“You’re not coming until I see you trembling and sobbing for me to let you cum, understood.”

“Besides, I have to punish you for keeping me waiting.” You wanted to protest, your words barely making it to the tip of your tongue before you felt his fingers plunged back into you.

You were pretty sensitive from before, the addition of his thumb grinding against your clit only made it more of a challenge to stop yourself. He teased you, abruptly stopping for a moment before starting his wicked pace. All you could was stabilize yourself against the wall, getting a few warning smacks from slightly sliding out of position.

“P-Please- Tae. I can’t- Wanna cum-” You sobbed, not caring about your broken words and he rested his hands on your ass.

“In due time, baby. First, on your knees.” He watched as you shakily knelt in front of him, being formally acquainted with his throbbing erection. You silently awed at how he could show restraint while he was this hard.

You didn’t need a word before you wrapped around him, maintaining a good grip as you pumped his cock at a moderate pace. Licking your lips, you allowed the head to enter your mouth. Your tongue ever so slowly swirled around it, licking away the leaky precum and he groaned in response.

His hands made their way into your wet hair, sloppily gripping the strands as you began to bob your head in a rhythmic pace. You found yourself growing wet at the sounds of him cursing your name as you blew him.

“Fuck, your lips are so beautiful around my cock.”

“Love the way I hit your pretty little throat.”

“Fuck, makes me want to cum and watch you swallow it all up like a fucking good girl.”

“Shit-“ You stopped, wiping off a string of saliva that connected your lips to his cock. He helped you up, turning you to face the wall adjacent to you and lifting your leg. With his other hand, he rubbed the head of his cock against you.

“Quit teasing me already.”

“But it’s so much fun.”

“Taehyung.” You whined, him having the audacity to chuckle before slowly sliding into you.

“Fuck.” You two muttered seemingly at once, he was still for a moment before beginning to thrust his hips into yours.

He leaned in to kiss you, muffling your moans as he began to bang into you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, focusing on the insurmountable euphoria that came with each thrust of his cock. It was mind-numbing how he knew every sweet spot on your body from your neck to your collarbone. From your chest to your stomach, down to your hips and thighs and eventually your cunt.

And you knew him well, how much he liked when you tugged at his hair, the way his face heats up when you nibble on his ear. The way he moans when you kissed his neck and under his jaw, leaving haphazard hickeys wherever you felt. You knew he liked the way you straddle his thighs, not so discreetly grinding on him until he was uncomfortably hard and leave him to his own devices. His body was moulded to every touch you made and you loved it.

“Fucking shit, baby.” He growled in your ear, you biting your lips once again but unable to mask the whimpers from his attentive ears.

“Let me hear you.”

“Please-fuck, harder.” He graced you with a rougher pace, you needing to press your back against the wall before you slammed into it from his thrusts. You moaned at the hard grip he had on your thigh from holding your leg up and you could feel yourself stumbling to stay up.

“You like that, baby, huh? Fucking you so good you won’t want any dick but mine.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a-all fucking yours.”

“Good fucking girl. You wanna cum?”

“F-Fuck, please.” He smirked, his free hand immediately rubbing your clit. Your legs trembled as you came, the release causing you to cry out.

He came a bit after you had, delectable groans escaping his lips as he did so. The two of you glanced at each other breathlessly, neither of you speaking as you caught your breaths.

“I think I have to clean you up again.”

[georgeherald]

Feature Article

A view shows a makeshift barrier set up on a street of a village under lockdown amid rising coronavirus disease (COVID-19) infections, in Manila, Philippines, March 12, 2021. REUTERS/Eloisa Lopez

On March 23, my sister and I were diagnosed with COVID-19, and we immediately isolated ourselves at home.

While my classmates are studying and preparing for our midterm week, I am at home taking medicine because I am physically, emotionally, and mentally suffering from the virus.

It started on March 23, when I woke up with a high fever and headache. At that time, my sister said to me that she is also not feeling well.

On the same day, we found out that her co-worker in Jose Reyes Hospital tested positive for COVID-19, and I immediately moved to a different room to isolate.

My sister gave me medicine right away, and I drink two vitamins and one paracetamol.

March 24, I woke up with a dry cough, runny nose, headache, and feeling weak. At that moment, I have a feeling that I am positive, but I keep on praying that this is just regular flu, and I am just overthinking. However, the virus is not just hitting my physical strength but also my mental health.

I couldn't sleep; I can only sleep for 2 hours and then wake up. That week was probably the most challenging week of my life because I don't have the appetite to eat, the strength to exercise, and the mind to function properly.

I am alone in a room for about a week, and it's not good for me because I keep on crying and thinking. There are so many "what ifs" in my mind, and I know it will only worsen my condition.

In the same week, I'm getting worse. The worst part of getting the virus is when I have it in my midterm week.

The stress and anxiety that I have been through in this Journey is not a joke. While trying to live and taking meds, I also keep on thinking about the requirements that I should pass on time, but how can I do it when my head is killing me?

I have four exams that week, I needed my mind to understand the PowerPoint presentations to answer my exams, but it's hard for me since I am unwell. Thinking, typing, understanding, and designing I always enjoy that, and I find it easy until I need to do it even though I am suffering from the virus.

I tried to reach out to my few close friends and told them that I am not okay, that I am physically and mentally drained.

And that is one of the best decisions I made. They encourage and motivate me to think positively.

My friends help me feel better, and I reached the point that I am super drained and sick because of the exam, so I just cried and sent them the picture of me crying, and their reply meant so much to me.

Just a simple word can encourage me to feel better because they know that's what I needed the most at that time. Having a few real friends is a blessing than having a lot of friends.

On March 28, my symptoms worsen. I lost my taste; I have body pain and shortness of breath. To the point that I will wash my dishes, and I feel so exhausted already, and at that time I said to my sister that I want to share the same room with her since both of us have the same symptoms, and I needed someone to rely on because my anxiety is killing me when I am alone.

My sister is working as a health worker in Jose Reyes Hospital, she's a front liner during the pandemic, and I share the same room with her even before we got infected.  I never think that I'll get infected because of her until it happened.

On March 30, the head doctor in Jose Reyes Hospital called my sister to inform her that she needs to go to the hospital to take the swab test to ensure if she got infected or not, and after two hours, she received the result.

                     RT-PCR TEST, Manila, Philippines, March 30, 2021.

She's positive for COVID-19, or let me say, we are positive. I told my sister if I needed to take a swab test as well, but she told me not to do it because she is sure that I am positive as well, and we will be taken to the nearest facility if it happened.

                                        Managing COVID-19 Symptoms at Home

Taking medicine every 4 hours, exercising, eating even though I can't taste it, and passing requirements while battling the virus inside me is my routine for about two weeks.

Never underestimate the power of the mind. The effect of the disease on my physical fitness combined with anxiety and nightmares at night is the worst day in my life.

Prayers and support are the only powerful thing that I can rely on in this Journey.

We did not think about the possible outcome of having a front liner at home, how dangerous it is to sleep in the same room with a person working in the hospital.

Our recklessness brought down trouble in our family. Instead of blaming ourselves, we put our faith in the hands of the Lord and pray every night. Everything happens for a reason, and every battle has a lesson.

The hardest symptoms of COVID-19 were the depression, anxiety, and mental state issues that I encountered going through all of these. The actual virus symptoms were nothing compared to these three mental symptoms, and I am still affected by them to this day.

On April 10, my sister's chest x-ray was clear stated by Dr. Aboloy of Jose Reyes Hospital, meaning she is already negative.

While all my symptoms eventually disappeared, I reflected on the personal significance of my COVID-19 Journey. One of the worst things about being infected is the feeling of being a burden. For all of its terrible attributes, COVID-19 enables a sublime epiphany: if one survives this disease, that feeling of being a burden can be replaced by a sense of hope to continue living.

One important thing that I have learned during pandemic is “Our ultimate goal in life is to live, others are just a bonus.”

[ourloveisforthelovely]

The Second Time Around Part 2

A/n: RPF fic. Smut warning 

Link to Part 1 

Words: 2,812

Pairings: Elon Musk x Reader

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Elon opened the passenger side door with a small smirk on his face. He already had a feeling that you were going to agree to try the relationship again. If you were going to say no then you would have said it by now. You would not have him drive you around just to crush his hopes mercilessly. 

Just to be safe, it was time to turn up the charm. Elon had already gone over the top with the flowers. If he could just get you alone with no interruptions, he was positive things could go in his favor. 

Things will be different this time. I’m not an idiot. I know that Y/n is the one and nothing is screwing this up. Y/n will be happy and I won’t be alone anymore. 

 The thought was presumptive but Elon didn’t care. The last thing that he wanted was another failed relationship. It wasn’t happening! 

His own bitter feelings about the break up returned. It only took a few months for his relationship with his ex to fall apart (just like you said it would). 

Another horrible morning...how surprising? Elon thought bitterly as he sat at his desk looking at another mind numbing slide on a pointless PowerPoint presentation. The sound of someone on the other side knocking pulled Elon from his brooding. He wanted to yell at the person on the other side to “enter and die” but decided not to. 

“What?”

He snapped. Elon rolled his eyes when his brother stepped in. Kimbal’s cheerfulness was too much for his older brother to deal with at the moment. 

“Good afternoon. You look….well.” 

Kimbal said looking at Elon with a fading smile. Nothing about his brother looked well anymore. From the time of his breakup with you Elon had gone down hill! He looked always exhausted and miserable.

“I look like stomped over crap.” 

Elon grumbled. Kimbal sighed before sitting down. 

“I’m sorry, starshine. I just came by because I heard that you and psycho number 3 split...again.” 

Elon nodded, leaning back.

“I texted you about it the day before yesterday.” 

Kimbal nodded. 

“Yeah, I was doing something when you did that. Oh, the reason why I am here. I saw Y/n today.” 

Elon’s eyes were immediately on his brother. 

“Where?” 

Kimbal smirked. If he needed any sign that his brother was still in love with you...there it was. 

“I was out shopping and ran into her. She’s looking extremely lovely. I can see why guys drool over her.” 

“Is THIS really what you came here for?” 

Kimbal shook his head. 

“No, I came on behalf of our dear mother, sister, and myself to beg you to go talk to Y/n. You are a miserable wreck without her and we are, for lack of a better term, worried about you.” 

“I am just fine.”

Elon said stubbornly as Kimbal shook his head. 

“No, you aren’t. I’ll go talk to her for you if you want. I can tell her that you were having a midlife crisis or something. That would be totally believable.” 

Elon put a hand over his face.

“I don’t want you to talk to her, period. Y/n is better off without me.”

Kimbal faked a gagging motion. 

“That is the most unlike you thing that I have ever heard come out of your mouth! What are you going to do when Y/n moves on and starts a family with another man? Oh wait, I’ll answer that. You are going to be the miserable ass that you are now just multiplied by 100%. I hate to be this guy, Elon, but you are getting older and that puddle of girls is going to be shrinking. I’m telling you the puddle is small and you need to give her a call.” 

Elon sat staring at his brother with an annoyed frown.

“That was a horrible rhyme. Fine, I’ll go talk to her.” 

Elon pulled himself from the memory as your hand wrapped around his. 

“Are you okay?”

You asked softly. Elon quickly nodded and walked to the passenger side of his car. He opened the door with a small smile.

“Of course. In you go, sweetheart.” 

Right as you started to get in, Jeffree stepped out onto the porch. You didn’t have to look at your best friend to know that he was worried. 

“Rocket man, wait. I have something else to say to you.”

Elon quickly shut the passenger side door. There went any hope of you hearing whatever Jeffree had to say. Maybe you could get it out of him later? 

Elon, meanwhile, rolled his eyes before turning back to your best friend. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was treading on thin ice and was trying to win you back; he would have told Jeffree to go kick rocks. 

“You do realize that is not my name right?”

Jeffree nodded. 

“I know. I just want to torment you. You’re welcome. Anyway, I have a request to make of you.” 

Elon crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Calling me rocket man then asking for a request is really poor form...just so you know.” 

Jeffree chuckled. 

“Since you are about to start screwing my best friend again...if you knock her up, which I expect to happen with your track record, please give the child a name that us simple folk can pronounce. I would prefer you to not get her pregnant in the first place…” 

Elon held a hand up. 

“That isn’t happening.” 

Jeffree raised an eyebrow. 

“If you say so. Well, later.” 

Elon watched with a frown as Jeffree turned and walked back into the house before rolling his eyes and going to join you in the car. 

“What did he want?”

You asked. Elon smirked. 

“He was just being ignorant. Nothing to worry about, love.” 

Something about the way that Elon said nothing to worry about made you nervous. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to ask questions. 

“So what is your decision?” 

Elon asked bluntly. You motioned to the parking lot of an abandoned shopping center. 

“Pull over.” 

Elon quickly did as you asked. You sat silently as you tried to contemplate one more time why saying “yes” would be wrong but was coming up with a big old blank. What was wrong with you actually being happy? Elon made you happy and he seemed genuinely sorry about his bat shit crazy break up. 

“So...we are sitting here in this abandoned parking lot not saying anything.” 

Elon said casually. You blushed, realizing that you had zoned off into your own world. 

“Right, I don’t think that we want to look at a prime example of failed capitalism.” 

Elon nodded, looking at the old building in front of him.

“Yeah, woohoo. Y/n, can you please give me an answer? I am about to go crazy over here.” 

You turned and took a breath. 

“I still love you. That hasn’t changed. I just don’t want to get hurt again.” 

Elon reached out taking one of your hands in his. He stroked his thumb over your knuckles as he took in your appearance. Elon remembered that sundress. It had been the one that you had worn the second date. Of course, he would remember that blasted dress! He wanted nothing more than to see it on his bedroom floor. 

“I will not hurt you like that ever again. I promise. Y/n, you know that I am not the easiest person to be with. Our schedules are crazy but we always made it work before. I don’t want to throw something away that I so ignorantly tossed away in the first place.” 

“I want to be with you again.”

You said softly. Elon immediately smiled. You cut him off quickly. 

“But you have a lot to make up for.” 

He considered your words before nodding. 

“Fair enough.  Would you like to go back to my place now?” 

You knew exactly where this was going and you were going along with it. For once, you were putting the tough girl in the closet and was going to let the man beside you woo you properly. 

“For some wild and crazy sex?”

Elon shrugged. 

“I wouldn’t complain about that if that were to happen…” 

You giggled. 

“Why are we still sitting here?”

Walking back into Elon’s house, you couldn’t help wondering if you hadn’t bailed out on him the week before what would have happened? It was a dumb thought really. You knew exactly where it would have led...right back to Elon’s bedroom (or the first surface the two of you could have reached). 

“If you get a weird thank you note from my brother, ignore him.” 

Elon said with an eye roll as he locked the door. You gave him a confused expression 

“Why would he send me a thank you note?” 

Elon sighed. 

“For making me less of a miserable asshole. I’ve been a bit of a difficult person to be around the past few months.” 

You shrugged. 

“I’ve been no box of candy myself. I actually went off on my mother a few times.” 

Elon was surprised by your response. In all of the time that he had known you, he had never seen you once go off on your mother. It would have been a joy to watch you complete that action. Elon had always found your mother to be too spoiled for her own good. The woman always seemed jealous of her own children. She was so jealous over the fact that you preferred your father to her and making your life hell seemed to be her hobby. 

“I would have paid money to have seen that. Did she cry?”

You chuckled. 

“No, she didn't know what to say.” 

You didn’t tell Elon how your mother called you foolish for throwing away a guy that could take care of you. She had gone off on your for hours about how you could be a kept woman and wouldn’t have to want for anything. When you screamed that she didn’t know anything and to never speak to you again; she realized that she was wrong to put her nose in on that bit of business. 

Elon seemed to notice that stormy expression in your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“Do you want to come upstairs with me? If it makes you happy, I will get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness.” 

Your mouth dropped. That was a lot coming from Elon. He never never said anything like that! With his alpha male attitude, that would have normally been beneath him. He would have never lowered himself to that level.

“Uh…”

You managed to get out. The moment that Elon dropped to his knees in front of you and fucking crawled you almost lost it! 

“I’m sorry.” 

He said softly before taking your right ankle in his hand and pressing a series of soft kisses to your skin. You were happy the wall was behind you or you would have fallen. Elon’s eyes were glued to yours. He watched your every move carefully. 

“I love you, princess. I was being a typical useless man.” 

Elon was on his feet before you could utter a word. Maybe you were so lost in the moment or maybe it was the shock? Elon had you in his arms for a long kiss. His free hand stroked up your thigh before stopping at the start of your bikini line. 

“Do you want me to go further?”

He asked, his voice deepening a few octaves. You nodded. 

“Please.”

You managed to get out. Elon didn’t wait for anymore confrontation before running his middle and index finger over your clothed mound. He manipulated your body until the thong that you were wearing was soaked. 

“So about going upstairs?” 

He asked, his accent making your inner core pound even more with need. Your brain was screaming at you to wait before going this far but your heart was saying otherwise. All of the advice that you had received from Jeffree about “taking your brain with you” went flying out the window as quickly as your virginity did the night of your first date with Elon.

“Upstairs now.”

You managed to get out. Elon smirked and pulled you into his arms bridal style. You were thankful that no one else was in the house at the moment. If someone interrupted the love making, you would have cried! 

Elon pushed the door open then kicked the door closed with his foot before putting you down. He arms wrapped around you from behind. He leaned down and snuggled his face into your neck. 

“Do you still like to be held like this?” 

You nodded, wildly. 

“I think that you know the answer to that.”

Elon chuckled before unbuttoning the back of your sundress. He let the thin piece of fabric fall to the floor. 

“That looks better on the floor anyway.” 

He said cheekily before cupping your breasts from behind. You had to fight back the moan that wanted to escape your lips as he pinched your nipples. 

“I missed you.” 

Elon said in almost a teasing tone as one hand dropped from your breast to slide down to your panties. You gasped the moment that he literally tore the dainty thong off of you. 

“I liked those.” 

You said as Elon tossed the fabric over his shoulder. 

“I can buy you another pair.” 

You swallowed any sassy comment as Elon’s hand returned to your body and stroked from your clit to your opening. 

“I still have all of the lingerie that you bought me.”

You managed to get out. Elon smiled against your shoulder. 

“I’m glad. I can’t wait to remember what it looks like on you.” 

Without another word, Elon carefully picked you up and laid you on the bed before kneeling between your spread legs.

Looking down at your now nude body under his gaze, Elon was satisfied. Your body hadn't changed in the past six months. Everything about you was still the same alluring details that made him fall in love in the first place.

You lifted your hips hoping to hurry Elon into touching you. 

“Impatient little minx.” 

Elon said, placing a small kiss to your hip bone. You moaned as his hand stroked over your flat stomach. Leaning up on his knees, Elon began to press kisses to your stomach, hips and thighs before spreading your legs wider. He internally sighed when he noticed how wet you were. 

“So wet.”

Elon muttered, teasing your clit with his index finger.

“Please, touch me.”

You hissed. Elon gave you a small smirk before slowly rising and slipping the tip of his cock in. You fought back the moan that threatened to escape your lips as Elon continued to rock into you lazily. This was his perfect form of teasing. He would just give you half of his cock then suddenly slam all the way in.

“Like that?”

Elon asked, innocently as he increased his pace. You could only nod as you had the daylights fucked out of you. Elon slowly pulled out and straightened up. 

“On your belly, baby. Put that ass in the air.”

You quickly did as you were told. Elon returned to his previous position and slammed back in. 

“What do you want, sugar?”

He asked, pressing slow kisses down your spine. You swallowed, knowing exactly what was in store for you. Elon wanted to play rough and you were 100% down for it!

“Fuck me, harder.” 

Elon chuckled and increased his pace. Your fingers clenched in the sheets as you tried to preserve any form of thinking. All that your mind could formulate was the word harder or fuck. The burning sensation that you had missed so much was begnining to form in your core. You didn't want to let go but damn it had been so long since you were touched like this!

“I need to cum.”

You whimpered. Elon pulled you onto your knees while keeping his pace. 

“I can’t keep my hands off of you. You’re all mine now.” 

You tried your best not to come apart on Elon's cock. He knew exactly how to push you to your limits. Between his erotic words being whispered in your ear and the way that he was slamming into your cervix... you were a literal mess!

“Come for me, beautiful.” 

You cried out the moment that Elon's cock slammed into your cervix one last time. The moment that your body tightened around him, Elon spilled into you. Neither of you moved for a few moments.

Elon slowly pulled out and laid down for you to snuggle down in his arms. The two of you lay in silence catching your breaths.

“So, are we friends again?”

You asked. Elon looked down at you before laughing and tightening his hold on your body.

“Oh yeah. We are friends again.”

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@elonscult @xjjlex (surprise! I actually did get it done today)  

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PLEASE SEND CUTE OR HOT PICS TO ME the last few days have been extremely overwhelmed for me between my grandparents house being sold, a group member for a group presentation we’re working on telling me last fucking minute that she couldn’t do her part of the presentation before it was due (I had to work on her part yesterday PLUS update my stuff as well as do the final copy and PowerPoint of everyones parts) AND customers are getting mad at me today and I’m doing my job properly. 

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Title. Before The Snow Falls, I Would Love to See You

Pairing. Hinata Shouyou x Fem!Reader. Very slight mentions of Yamayachi!

Summary. In which after two years, he’s finally coming home.

Warnings. Manga spoilers up to chapter 379. Super short, but fluffy. Title is a line from ‘An Early Winter Letter’ by the Korean poet Kim Yong-taek.

Being in a relationship with Hinata Shouyou meant being in a relationship with his love for volleyball as well. But when that love led him to Brazil, on the other side of the world of all places, Y/N had nearly gone ballistic.

Working around his tight volleyball schedule in highschool was one thing, but having to accommodate to him being in a whole different country was a whole different matter all on its own! Making a relationship work was hard enough with the other at your side, but putting an ocean between that bond makes it that much more challenging. Besides, Hinata had only grown the balls to confess to her long after their highschool graduation. Meaning when Hinata left for Brazil, they’ve only been dating for a few weeks, maybe a month or two at best. Preparing to fly across the world three weeks into their relationship was a minor setback, Hinata once said.

Though Tsukishima argued that the mere fact that they were actually dating deserves a recognition all on its own. “Like two lovesick idiots that were too blind to notice their mutual feelings for three years,” He said. (Hinata hates how Yamaguchi and Kageyama wholeheartedly agreed, feeling betrayed by his own friends for never telling him his feeling were requited).

And the beanpole was correct. Hinata took too long to confess and he couldn’t find it in his heart to blame Y/N, who was probably just as clueless as him. Had he sucked up the balls to do it literally anytime in his highschool years, then maybe having a highschool sweetheart would have been another thing he could lord over Kageyama (he’s only half joking).

Though at the end of the day, Hinata still confessed and his feelings were returned, or even better, she pined after him all of highschool too! (“Yeah, that’s not something to be proud of.” Yachi told him with pure sympathy in her eyes the night Hinata told her he confessed). And despite thousands of miles between them, his relationship with Y/N is still far stronger than Kageyama’s relationship with his stupid milk cartons. (God, he really needs to help that guy get a girlfriend).

Anyways, emotional whirlwind and memories over dating his dream girl aside, Hinata is finally coming home! Two years of texts, calls, and the few handful of weekend visits led up to this moment when Hinata, in all his sun kissed glory, can finally properly announce his homecoming to all those he’s missed while living alone in Brazil.

His mom, Natsu, the Karasuno boys, even Kageyama and Tsukishima (those slimy bastards), Yachi, and most importantly, Y/N. No longer does he have to crave her presence during the lonely nights, tossing and turning until Pedro yells at him to go to sleep. No longer does he have to wish he could slip into his cellphone where the pictures of them together has helped him survive long days spent without her. No longer does he have to worry about crossing oceans to have her in his hold again, because he’s finally coming home.

Hinata lets his excitement get the best of him and sprints towards the airport exit, where, lo and behold, he spots her standing in the crowd. Granted it’s easier to spot her next to Yamaguchi, who’s about six feet tall. Oh, and also there’s that hideous poster in his hand, which looks like the work of a toddler. He tries not to let out a laugh as he approaches them.

“Shou!” Y/N screeches, momentarily dropping the bouquet of flowers in her hands as she bolts towards him. Hinata simply laughs as he lets go of his bags in order to catch her in his arms. In one fluid motion, he tightens his hold on her back, supporting her legs that are wrapped around his waist.

“I knew you couldn’t keep it cool.” Yamaguchi chuckles as he watches the event unfold. Y/N sticks out a tongue from over Hinata’s (much broader) shoulders as she tightens her hold on her boyfriend.

“You’re not allowed to leave me, ever.” She pouts. Hinata gushes while Yamaguchi cringes at the couple in front of him.

“Wouldn’t even dream of it.”

“Okay! Let’s get out of here, I’m starving!” Yamaguchi exclaims, clapping his hands together before reaching out for one of Hinata’s suitcases. “There’s this ramen place that recently opened up, and I can’t wait to try it! Oh, Hitoka-chan said she’ll meet us there!”

“Did he ever grow the balls to confess?” Hinata whispers to Y/N after setting her down. She shakes her head ‘no’ and adds, “No, he’s much worse than you.”

“I can still hear you two!”

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“Woah, Hinata, you got so tanned!” Yachi says upon arriving at the table. She sets her bag down in front of her before taking a seat beside one blushing Yamaguchi. “You look good!”

Hinata says something that can’t be understood, mostly because his mouth is full of food. Y/N smacks his arm for being gross, Yamaguchi proceeds to wipe down everything that was in the ‘splash zone’ and Yachi laughs at her friends.

“Ew, say it don’t spray it, moron!” Y/N scolds, taking a napkin and wiping Hinata’s mouth. The scene reminds Yamaguchi of his little cousin.

“It’s a shame Tsukishima-kun and Kageyama couldn’t make it.” Yachi sighs, reminiscing her highschool days. “It’s fine, I’ll see those jerks eventually.” Hinata responds, this time with an empty mouth.

“Ah! Speaking of, mind giving this to that Four-Eyed-jerk face for me?” Hinata reaches for his backpack and pulls out something shockingly pink and equally sparkly. All three eyes turn to the horrid thing he’s holding up so proudly, a ‘Rio de Janeiro!’ shirt that looks like it straight up got shit out by a unicorn.

“I -” Yamaguchi speaks up first, reaching for the shirt with trembling hands.

Yachi is the first to snap out of her trance, and giggles out, “I’m surprised you didn’t get one for Kageyama.” Hinata’s response is a shit eating grin, all while reaching in his bag for a matching shirt, this time a shocking shade of red. “First thing I’m doing in Tokyo is recording his reaction.”

Y/N gives him an unamused look, somehow not surprised at her boyfriend’s childishness. Hinata turns to her with a familiar glint in his eyes. “Y/N! I got you one to-”

“I’m shipping your ass back to Brazil if you so as much take that thing out.” Hinata gulps, shoving his hands back in his bag and nods his head vigorously. Their two friends laugh from across the table, reminiscing about the very familiar scene in front of them.

“Nice to know some things never change.” Yamaguchi lets out a dreamy sigh. Yachi simply nods in agreement.

“By the way, what’s your plan Hinata? What team are you thinking of?” Hinata’s mouth is stuffed, but Y/N pinched his thigh before he could even think of talking with his mouth full again. He swallows everything in his mouth and answers, “The Jackals!”

“Is there a particular reason why? Oh! Is it ‘cus Bokuto-san’s playing there?” Yachi asks.

“Wait really?!” Hinata’s leaning over the table, a bewildered look in his eyes. “Oh man! I didn’t even know that! I was just gonna go ‘cus they’re the best team holding tryouts right now!”

The pair, Yamaguchi and Yachi, once again look at him out of disbelief. “Wait, why does that totally sound like something you’d do?!”

“Because it is.” Y/N answers, not as surprised as her friends since she’s heard him blabber about this for the past month leading up to this day. Still, it was nice to see him get so excited for something.

“Yeah - and I, being the perfect girlfriend that I am, even did research on all the V.League teams and made a powerpoint about their strengths and weaknesses. And then this idiot tells me he already had his mind set on the Jackals because they’re the only team holding tryouts within the same month he’s coming home.”

Hinata fiddles with his fingers a bit, before speaking up, “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that babe. If you told me beforehand I would’ve checked out your presentation!”

“Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise!” Yachi and Yamaguchi simply watch their friends with smiles on their faces.

“They’re totally forgetting we’re still here.”

“Yup.”

The four friends finish their meal, heading out into the night and going their separate ways.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow! I’m gonna go walk Yachi home!” Yamaguchi calls out. Hinata has a cheeky grin on his face and Y/N is making kissy faces while connecting her hands into a heart. These idiots are perfect for each other, Yamaguchi thinks to himself.

The two immediately halt their motions when Yachi turns around to say her goodbyes, fake innocent smiles adorning their faces. “See ‘ya next time, Hitoka-chan!” Y/N smiles, sending one more wink at Yamaguchi’s direction for good measure. Her and Hinata laugh as he flips them off the moment Yachi turns the other way.

“Ah, young love. Remember when that was us?” Hinata muses like an old man. Y/N snorts in response, “Yeah, I remember pulling all my hair out wondering whether or not you liked me back!”

Hinata chuckles, reaching for her free hand. “I think it’s safe to say that you were worth the wait.” Y/N blushes as he brings her hand up to his lips, placing a light peck on the back of her hand. God, the things this guy can do to her.

“Yeah, yeah.” She mumbles, a soft smile on her face as she’s finally all alone with the man she’s been missing for the last two years.

“Shouyou.” She calls out. He stops in his tracks, looking at her with those beautiful brown eyes. He looks back at her beautiful form standing under the street lights, and wonders how in the world he got so lucky with her. He notices her eyes are a little teary, and before he can voice his worries, he’s interrupted by a,

“Welcome home.” The sentence is simple enough, yet conveys so much emotion he just knew she’s been holding in this whole night. With his other hand, he cups her face and wipes away a stray tear with his thumb.

“I’m finally home.”

A/N. Another reupload! Originally meant to be a contribution to Hinata’s birthday, but either way, I love him. - chuu

[thorne93]

Inside the Criminal Mind (Part 20)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 2430

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy​​​​​​, @carryonmyswansong​​​​​​, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​​ - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong​​​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​​… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​​

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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When you got up the next morning, you felt like a truck had hit you. You slept maybe thirty minutes, if that. The anxiety settled on you heavily. Your marriage, career, and freedom were on the line. 

The worst part was you knew if you lost one of them, you’d lose them all. Everything that had transpired between you two lately seemed so insignificant at that thought. Yes, you were the one doing the killing, being the accomplice, but suddenly, the problem with JJ felt miniscule. When Spence was kidnapped and you weren’t sure you’d ever see him again, you still wondered how he felt about her, how you two had a future together.

Yet, now… now you were terrified you’d pushed him into her arms. Between keeping your distance physically and emotionally, and literally admitting to being a serial killer, you weren’t sure there was much hope for your marriage. 

How did it all go so wrong, so fast? Six months ago, you two were the picture of a happy, perfect marriage. 

Now you’d spend the next two weeks looking over your shoulder, wondering when and if your husband would show up with the handcuffs -- and not for pleasure this time. 

You only had to teach ten classes - two a day each day this week. Then next week, you would be giving out finals. This was your late afternoon Monday class, and you were just getting started. 

“Alright everyone. Hope you had a great weekend,” you said with a cheery smile, thinking about how you had a horrendous weekend. “Today, we’re going to be talking about resolving the case. You’ve found the killer, now you’re at trial. We’re going to talk about everything that could go right, or wrong, and how a forensic psychologist might be able to help with this.”

Just then, the door towards the back of the room opened and you saw a very familiar face. It was Rossi. 

Your gut dropped. Oh no, did Spence tell the team to just go ahead and come arrest you? 

But his face said otherwise. There was no disappointment or grimness, or hesitation. No, actually, he had a shiteating grin on his face. 

“Well, look who it is everyone. This is my very esteemed boss, David Rossi,” you announced as he made his way to the front of the lecture hall. “Are you here to ream me on my teaching?” you teased.

“Even better, I plan to sit in on it and correct you when need be,” he stated cheerfully before slightly turning to your students who laughed. 

“It’s always a pleasure.” 

He smiled at you before pulling a spare chair up to sit somewhat behind you in the corner as you taught and went through your powerpoint. You were only on your second slide when he interjected. You’d just asked the class, “What does it mean if a defendant wants to plead NGRI.”

A boy who usually spoke up in your class, raising his hand. “It means not guilty by reason of insanity.”

“Right, and what happens when they plead that?” 

“They get cut slack and the jury sees them as insane. Then instead of going to prison, they go to a mental institute for a shorter amount of time,” the student explained. 

“Actually,” Rossi started before standing up, “that’s not usually the case. An NGRI is only successful 1% of the time, and when it is, the defendant has to usually stay in a facility for a lot longer than the prison sentence would’ve been and they have to prove themselves capable to a doctor.” 

At this point he was pacing and you couldn’t help but grin fondly as you gave him the floor.

“This actually reminds me of a case I word back in the late 80’s,” he continued. With that, he took off down memory lane. It was one epic story after another. Some included you, some were decades before you, but all of them had the kids on the edge of their seats, soaking up every one of his words. After each anecdote, the kids had questions. 

Before you knew it, class was over. Rossi sort of touched on the points you wanted to, but mainly it turned into a lot of his exciting tales of being in the field. Which was ultimately fine. You’d just post the lecture notes online for the kids tonight. 

When the kids left the lecture hall, you gathered your things and turned to Rossi as you exited the room. 

“So what brings you down, other than crashing my lecture?”

“That was it. Hadn’t seen or heard from you in a while, thought I would come visit the ole sunshine state,” he informed. “How’s it going down here? I hope I didn’t step all over your class.”

You shrugged. “Oh, it’s fine. You talking about the glory days is a lot better than me droning on about court cases.” You laughed slightly. 

“So you sad to leave it? I know your classes are almost up.” 

“No, not really. Teaching is fun, but I miss field work. Actually catching criminals, instead of teaching how to catch them.”

“I think your husband might say the opposite.”

At the mention of Spence your heart hammered and went icy. 

“Spence would probably say that because he doesn’t like the fact that we do have to do our jobs.” 

“This is true.”

“Hey, you wanna grab dinner? You flew all the way down.”

“I’d love to, kid,” he agreed, taking you up on your offer. 

“Awesome. I know a great seafood joint nearby. I know you might prefer italian but maybe a change of pace would be nice.”

“Just point the way,” he said, gesturing forward. You smiled and led him to your car where you two piled in and drove about five minutes away to a nice restaurant. You got in, ordered your drinks, and settled in. 

“So you ready to be back in the field?” he asked with a grin.

“Yeah, I think I am. Every time Spence calls and mentions a case I’m profiling immediately,” you stated with a slight laugh, trying to hide how you felt like you were dying inside. Your stomach was a war of anxiety, dread, depression, and a tiny flicker of hope.

“Yeah, he tells us,” he remarked. “So your time as a professor down here is ending. What’d you think? Would you want to keep it up back up at Quantico?”

“You offering me a job?” you teased.

He shrugged, raising his eyebrows. “The academy is always looking for teachers. But I’m curious. I know Reid loves teaching, didn’t know if that extended to you now.”

“Well, if it was back in DC and it didn’t take me too far away from the BAU and Spence, yeah I’d probably be up for it.” 

“See? You were nervous for nothing.”

You chuckled. “Hey, I’d never done this before!” 

“Talking to a crowd of people is a lot easier, and safer, than talking to one unsub.” 

“I’ll drink to that,” you said as soon as the drinks hit the table. 

“Are you going to miss all this sunshine?”

You peered around the restaurant, as if you were actually gauging it. That’s when the question hit you -- if, by some miracle, Spence didn’t turn you in, you would be leaving behind Dexter. Your truest friend. You’d miss him dearly. He was unusual, yes, for an FBI agent, but he was also… very real. You could joke, be yourself, not be judged around him. He wouldn’t take what you said too seriously or get offended. He found your dark humor delightful. You hoped that he found a friend in you too. 

Yes, despite everything, you’d miss Dexter, the one person who truly knew every part about you. 

“I’ll miss some things about the state. Yeah,” you admitted with a fond smile. 

“Well you can always visit,” he reminded as he raised his glass.

The two of you talked, caught up like old friends. Shop talk was little, and you discussed life with Spence, kids, the marriage. You pretended he didn’t know you were a serial killer and you weren’t on edge, wondering if you were going to prison any second. Rossi didn’t know about JJ, or if he did, he didn’t say one word and you didn’t feel like airing your dirty laundry. So you left the topic alone. 

Other than that, it was a great dinner with a friend. He said he and Krystal were on their way to a little resort for a few days. She was sightseeing in Miami while Rossi visited you. As soon as he was done with the restaurant, he was going to meet her at the resort.

Unfortunately for you, your distraction was gone now, and you were back to being consumed with anxiety. Seeing Dexter didn’t help either, or at least, you didn’t think it would. 

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The next day, around 4:30 pm, you got a text from Dexter asking if you’d want to grab dinner. You agreed.

The two of you met at a little outdoor restaurant. It was a beautiful night. Very warm, but a cozy kind of warm, not a strangling type. The ocean breeze was doing an excellent job at calming your nerves. 

You were daydreaming, wondering when or if you’d ever see or feel anything this beautiful again when Dexter took a seat right in front of you.

“Hey,” he greeted, a slight smile on his face.

“Hi,” you softly said. Not one little part of you was mad at him. Maybe some part of you should’ve been, but how could you be? You were the authority in this relationship. You could’ve locked Dex up a long time ago, not looked back, and been a local and FBI hero. But no, your personal vendetta and vices got in the way and you gave into a darkness inside you that you never knew you had. Not until you met Dexter and knew what a good vigilante looked like. 

“How’s...uh, how’s everything going?” 

“As good as can be expected,” you truthfully stated, frowning a bit. “Listen I’m so sorry I--”

He held up his hand. “Nope. No. You don’t have to apologize. I knew that there was a risk in teaching you. I knew that one day your coworkers might figure it out. I was sort of hoping they’d only take you down though,” he stated with a grin that made you laugh. “But seriously… I knew the risks. I could’ve said no. Like I said, if this is how I go out, then your husband is a worthy opponent.”

A sorrowful smile touched your face for the briefest of seconds. 

“So you’re not mad?”

“Mad? Y/N, I’m the killer. I know the dangers I face every time I take someone out. That was happening long before you were in the picture.” 

“Yeah but having an FBI agent for a partner must not be ideal.” 

“On the contrary, there might be hope. Do you really think he is going to turn you in? Turn us in?” 

You heaved a large sigh. That’s all you’d thought about since the words came out of your mouth and you were still no closer to an answer.

“I honestly don’t know. The fact that it’s been a few days and we haven’t been arrested is a good sign. But, Spencer is practical too, he may be waiting until I get home to sort out details of the marriage, the home, and everything else before asking me to give myself up.” 

He nodded. “I don’t know him as well as you, so I can’t say anything on that. But we should take it as some form of hope that there aren’t feds at our door.”

“Yeah, I suppose so.” 

He eyed you up and down, seeing as you were clearly miserable. 

“Hey, well, worst case, he does… Don’t spend your last days of freedom sulking. Spend them doing what you want. Go take a tour, go see a museum, go… do whatever it is you do to relax. Speaking of, do you ever relax?”

A half smile perked up on your face. “Yes, Morgan, I do relax.”

“Oh, ‘Morgan’, did I hit a nerve, Agent?” 

You shook your head and laughed, sticking your tongue out. 

“Hey, Dexter…” you started, your eyes down at your fingers that were playing with each other. “I want you to know that you’re a really good friend. If it wasn’t for you when Spence got kidnapped… I would’ve been a mess. I would’ve gone off on JJ. Hell, I’d be a lot of things.” You took a deep breath. “But not just that. Spence, he knows me inside and out. He even knows about my… secret now, but you… Well you saw all of me and didn’t judge me. I mean, you know I’m an agent and you didn’t give me a lecture.”

“That’d be a bit of a double standard, don’t you think?” 

You shrugged. “Maybe, but you could’ve, and you didn’t. I appreciate that. Even when we weren’t… teaching, I liked just hanging out with you. It was nice to have a friend that wasn’t so by the book. I mean, the BAU is great, and we’re a family, but I can’t be my morbid self with them. They just don’t share my ideals and if I said half the shit I did to them that I did to you, they would be so offended that I’d be sent off for a psych eval faster than you could say ‘unsub.’” 

He slightly grinned. “Yeah, I liked our time too. It was nice to be myself too. Harry… he did his best but I could tell he didn’t accept me, not all the way. With Deb… shit, with Deb, she barely knows me. Rita sees a little bit more. She can tell when I’m upset, or agitated but… yeah it’s nice to have a real friendship. I’m going to miss this.” 

“Yeah… me too.” 

“Thanks… for looking behind the mask and not being afraid.”

“Thanks for letting me look behind the mask,” you countered, raising your beer, clinking it with his.

The rest of the evening was spent just talking. Not about kills or teaching. Not about prison. Just about your accomplishments, why they meant so much to you, what you’d seen, what you loved about Spencer. 

But something had clicked with you. Dexter said something and it resonated deep inside you. So you set the plan in motion when you got home that night.

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this isn't what i meant by family bonding - jeongcheol ft. chan

genre: fluff and slight angst but really it's just panic

word count: 1.8k

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ok i should've been more detailed and through but no. but anyways!! enjoy hahaha

in which seungcheol, jeonghan, and their baby chan go to ikea to do some family bonding. and of course, things go wrong.

Seungcheol loves his family, he really does, but sometimes... just sometimes, he contemplates every choice he's made ever made during his twenty-four years of being alive; especially the one that led to being in Ikea at eleven in the morning, barely awake as he pushes a large metal cart through the household emporium. But Seungcheol manages to refrain from dozing off, mainly because his toddler son, Chan, keeps slapping his face with his tiny baby hands.

That and the fact that he knows Jeonghan will throw a fit if he doesn't participate in their 'family bonding.'

So he listens to Jeonghan's endless, out loud debate with himself about what chairs they should get for their dining room. Seungcheol would be concerned about his husband's behavior if he didn't know him--- but he does know him, so he's gotten used to Jeonghan's nit-picky, overthinking personality.

(And his tendency to do too much.)

"Okay, okay, okay," Jeonghan says as if he's starting a powerpoint presentation to pitch an idea. "Which one says, 'financially stable, but mentally unstable'?" Before Seungcheol knows it, his husband is already dragging a random chair next to the one in front of him. One chair is dark brown while the other chair is light brown. Other than that they look highly similar. "Nordviken or Lerhamn?"

Seungcheol looks at each one, trying to form an opinion that doesn't exist. Finally, he replies, "Um, the one that sounds less German."

"It's Swedish!" Jeonghan overdramatically exclaims, obviously appalled by his husband's lack of knowledge about the cultural origins of the company. "How can you even say that?"

Seungcheol doesn't answer Jeonghan's question and instead replies with, "...I love you?"

"I love you too," Jeonghan says, fondness in his voice, before he adding, "But go choke."

Chan giggles and lightly smacks Seungcheol's right cheek again, legs kicking in the front of the cart. In a giddy tone, he repeats, "Yeah, appa, go choke!"

Jeonghan shoots Seungcheol a glare as if it was his fault for their son saying that, and turns to the boy sitting in the seat in the cart. Instantaneously, he switches to his angelic, paternal side, going all heart-eyes when he sees Chan.

"Channie, don't say that to appa, okay? I'm the only one who can say that," Jeonghan tells his son, who is carefully listening to him, lips cutely pressing together.

"Okay," Chan says, in tiny font voice.

Jeonghan fixes Chan's baby hairs. His four-year-old son sways side to side, his heavy lil' head making him unbalanced, but adorable nonetheless.

"Whose baby are you?" Jeonghan asks Chan, who happily responds, "Appa's!"

This makes Jeonghan squish Chan's soft cheeks more than he already is, a little blush forming upon them. "That's right! You're my baby," Jeonghan says, acting like he hasn't heard his son say this before. He nuzzles their noses together and gives Chan three pecks on the same cheek. "Jeonghannie's baby!"

Seungcheol sighs, but a small smile graces his face. Then, he jokingly remarks, "Hey, you make it sound like you're a single parent."

Jeonghan whips around to acknowledge his husband and gives him a little huff, "I might be if you don't help me pick out some go---" Chan looks at him. "---gosh darn furniture. We can't keep eating and sleeping on the floor forever."

"What? We can't?" Seungcheol responds, cheekily. "I was totally into this camping indoors thing we had going on." A random stuffed animal prop is thrown at Seungcheol's face by Jeonghan, which he barely dodges. "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding," he laughs, before reassuring his husband, "We're going to get the chairs, the bed, and everything else, and then we'll have our dream home and live happily ever after. The end."

His effort at soothing Jeonghan works, or at least, for the most part. "Speaking of beds, honey, it would splendid if you could browse for some while I look at these chairs again."

Seungcheol grins confidently, ready to take on the task. "Alright, no problem. You'll be saying, 'Wow this bed is so nice, I might f---" Chan slaps at his head. "---frick you in it.'" Seungcheol repeats in a small coo, "Frick."

Chan giggles and tries to bite Seungcheol's finger, failing to his utter disappointment. Jeonghan tsks, then begins to take the cart from Seungcheol's hands. "Well, appa, me and Channie will be over here---"

"I'll take Chan," Seungcheol tells Jeonghan. "You're always smothering him and we barely get to hang out. Plus you'll probably be too distracted by him to find the best chair ever, you know?" Seungcheol unbuckles Chan and takes the small boy into his arms. Chan pinches Seungcheol's cheek with his fingers. "So just leave him to me, we'll be fine, and I'll call you when we're done!"

Before Jeonghan can even attempt to argue, Seungcheol gives him a kiss on the cheek, and Chan does the same.

He can't say no to that, can he?

---

Seungcheol doesn't know what happened. One minute, he and Chan were looking at beds, jumping on them, and feeling how utterly soft they were when they laid down against them. The next minute, he was sleeping with Chan on his chest, on one of the king-sized showroom beds, only to be awoken by a concerned employee who awkwardly informs him, "Sir, these beds are only for display..."

Bashfully, Seungcheol apologizes and pulls himself together, away from the heaven he called a mattress. Whew, I must've been tired, the man thought, I really dozed off in the middle of a store.

"Channie, we gotta go, baby," Seungcheol mumbles, rubbing his eyes. Then he yawns. "Appa is going to be wondering why we haven't called him yet." Jeonghan was probably going to gripe about how they were going to miss all of the Swedish meatballs in the cafeteria and Chan would never have the full Ikea experience. Oh, the woe.

"Sir, who are you talking to?" the same employee says, still standing there, creeping the shit out of Seungcheol, who is now confused. "Are you talking to me? Because my name is Mingyu---"

"What?" Seungcheol asks, wondering if he isn't registering this conversation properly. "I'm talking to my son?"

The employee--- Mingyu--- scrunches his eyebrows and double-checks the space around Seungcheol, who is doing the same thing. "Son?"

Seungcheol's eyes go wide with realization when he sees that there's no little boy on the bed, under the bed, or within the bedsheets. (Yes, he really checked.) Quickly, his line of sight shifts from showroom to showroom, none showing signs of a little three-year-old boy.

"My son," Seungcheol says, agape. He can't form sentences because he's too shocked and can't fathom anything right now. "Who isn't here."

Apprehension blooms in Mingyu as he finds himself caught in a very unlucky and serious situation, but tries to calm the storm before it starts. "Sir, I'll call security and have someone announce that there is a missing child---"

Seungcheol shakes his head back and forth, and so do his hands. "No, no, no, please don't announce it. My husband will hear and he will have my ass---"

"Hear what?" a familiar voice asks, "And have your ass? For what reason?"

Jeonghan, who had been finding his way to the bed section, tilts his head with curiosity. Its a shame really, because his face is so soft right now, and Seungcheol doesn't want to be the one to ruin that innocent expression. And he certainly doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but of course, he can't avoid the question. And he also can't lie for shit.

So he looks up, down, left, right, and then all around before mumuring, "...Channie... I can't find him."

Jeonghan laughs, not getting it. "Were you guys playing hide and seek or something?" Seungcheol avoids eye contact with his husband, ashamed of himself, but also scared. "Is he around here?"

Seungcheol opens his mouth, then closes it, and then: "Uhm... not really?"

"What do you mean, 'not really?'"

"Not really... as in... not really, I just uh, fell asleep on one of these beds, which are, um, well, really comfortable and soft enough to make you wanna sleep in it if you're... you know, sleepy, haha, and um, well, when I woke up he was kinda gone..?"

Jeonghan stares at him. There's no emotion on his face, but Seungcheol knows to take a couple of steps back. "Kinda gone?"

"Totally gone," Mingyu adds, earning a smack from Seungcheol, a stranger.

"TOTALLY GONE?!" Jeonghan explodes, causing both Seungcheol and Mingyu to wince. "I left you with our son, OUR son, for like what? Thirty minutes? You couldn't watch him for thirty minutes?"

Seungcheol grabs at his husband's shoulders and tries to calm him down, but is panicking himself. "Hannie, Hannie, I'm sorry, this is my fault---"

"IT IS YOUR FAULT, YOU ASSHOLE---"

"Calling me an asshole won't fix anything---"

"It won't! But it will make me feel a lot better!"

"You guys, please--- OW, WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME?!"

"YOU'RE IN THE WAY---"

Jeonghan is about to snap when they all hear, "Appa?"

The sound of a familiar tiny voice makes them both turn around, slowly. And when they do, it's their son, all of him, in one piece, even his chubby cheeks and choppy hair (still flicking upwards).  With him is another adult, holding his hand, sharp eyes looking from side to side at the mess in front of him. "So, I found... this young man wandering around the downstairs cafeteria."

Chan cheerfully holds up a meatball in his barefist, getting smooshed. With some food in his mouth he says, "Woo Woo got me food!"

Mingyu snickers, "Woo Woo?"

Wonwoo--- it says that on his chest--- refrains from flipping his fellow employee off and instead looks to the parents. "I've been asking everyone if they knew who this boy was, and then I got the message from Mingyu that a boy was missing... and then... well, you guys were obviously upset, so I put two and two together."

Chan lets go of Wonwoo's hand and runs into Seungcheol's arms. Seungcheol easily lifts him into the air and then kisses his face all over, not even noticing the tears of relief and happiness running down his cheeks. "You little rascal... I'm sorry."

Jeonghan joins to the reunion, also crying, but harder. A smile is on his face, though, while he leans into the other two loves of his life. "Stupid... this isn't what I meant by family bonding... Ugh."

All of these tears confuse Chan, who frowns and, with his free hand, wipes at them off their faces. "What's wrong, appa?"

"Nothing," Jeonghan answers, as Seungcheol's head leans against his. "We just love you so much, it hurts!"

Chan kisses both of their cheeks, and a warm feeling covers all of them like a blanket, right in the middle of Ikea.

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Remnants, Part IX

Chapter Summary: This chapter is transitional, so bear with me. I’ll be borrowing some ideas from the NATM movies, but mostly doing whatever I want to the plot to make it more Ahk-centric. Part X will be the final, action-packed chapter, but I do have an epilogue outlined, too. 

Part I,  Part II,  Part III,  Part IV,  Part V,  Part VI,  Part VII,  Part VIII

Story Summary: You are in the midst of formulating your dissertation, but you’ve hit a wall. Your doting aunt, Rebecca, has a solution that brings you face to face with Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth King. As the connection between you and Ahkmenrah grows, and as the secrets of his ancient tablet unlock, the once-king will find himself faced with a difficult choice.

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Warnings: None

It was mid-April, and you smiled as the sun warmed your skin. Although the air still held a chill, it was clear from the budding trees lining the courtyard that summer would soon make an appearance. It had been a particularly brutal east coast winter, and even though the thought of summer brought forth deep pangs of nostalgia, the sun was a welcome change.

“Okay, Y/N,” Chelsea said as she flicked a long strand of hair over her shoulder. “One more time from the top.”

 You began the introduction to your thesis defense for the tenth time that afternoon. In two weeks, you would be in front of a room of both your current and potential peers delivering your defense. The details of your work had drawn a lot of curiosity, so your chairs warned you that it would be a full house. You felt your work as a TA prepared you pretty well for addressing a full auditorium, but you knew that you probably wouldn’t sleep properly until this was all over. To secure job offers, your delivery needed to be stellar.

 In addition to professors, a variety of museum directors and field experts, including the museum director of Cairo, were flying in to listen to your defense. Thanks to Ryan, your name had become familiar to the director in Cairo, and he began to closely follow your publications. If your defense went well, you could be fielding offers not only from all over the states, but globally.

 After Ryan’s six months in Africa, he transferred to The University of Sydney to finalize his thesis and finish his PhD. You always had a hunch that he’d return home, and you sent a text congratulating him, wishing him the best. He’d responded something similar and that was the last you had talked to him in a while. As much of a presence as Ry once was in your life, it was shocking how quickly you could put a person behind you.

 Unless, of course, you were still in love with that person. Despite Ahkmenrah’s last words and his desire to no longer see you, your feelings had not waned. The days did get easier, and you were actually prone to smiling and going out with your friends, but when it got quiet, when you ran out of things to keep your mind occupied, your mind flooded with your memories of him.

 It had been eight months since you had seen Ahk, nearly double the time you had actually spent with him. That was one of the reasons you knew your feelings were real, unlike anything you had experienced before. Normally, like with Ryan, when someone was out of your life, they were just that—out. You thought of them less and less until you never thought of them at all. That was the nature of life—people came and went, just like in that verse from the “Prufrock” poem by T.S. Eliot: “In the room the women come and go. Talking of Michelangelo.”  

 You still had to work every single day to keep thoughts of Ahkmenrah at bay.

 Chelsea finalized her markings in your notebook and handed it back to you.

 “I really think you should stick to opening with that in-depth description of the Nile—the sight, the sound, the smell—it’s riveting. It sets up the scene for the Egyptians acceptance of Akhenaten’s proposal—one river that gives life, one god that gives life.”

 You nodded, drawing a star by Chels’s note.

 “I’ll rework the PowerPoint tonight. Can I buy you dinner as a thank-you?”

 Chelsea laughed, “You don’t need to keep feeding me. I’m happy to help. God knows you’ve proofed enough of my papers over the years.”

 You grinned and shrugged your shoulders.

 “Does that mean you aren’t hungry?”

 Chelsea shrugged into her backpack and said, “Hey. Let’s not get hasty now.”

 The two of you giggled together as you decided on a place for dinner.

 * * * * *

 After latching your door and sliding the deadbolt into place, you dropped your backpack by the coffee table and headed to the fridge to grab a water. You wanted to make Chelsea’s suggested change to your PowerPoint presentation and then settle in to do yet another round of edits.

 You nearly had each slide memorized, but when you got to the part of your presentation that challenged your field’s previous notions about Egyptian royalty and argued that the emergence of monogamy in marriages made for a natural evolution to Akhenaten’s monotheistic cult, you paused, your mind swirling with thoughts of Ahkmenrah and his parents.

 You knew once your mind began swirling with memories of Ahk that your proofing skills were rubbish after that, so you shut your laptop and made a cup of tea, sipping it while you watched some light television.

 This was your nightly routine; the more you could push away your thoughts of Ahkmenrah and the museum, the easier it would be to fall asleep.

 You settled into bed, and after about a half an hour of tossing and turning, you fell asleep.

  ~ ~ ~

The cat in your lap purred, its sleek, warm body a welcome weight. You smiled as you stroked the fur behind its ears, noticing that the cat was curled tightly in your lap, settled on your white linen dress that fluttered around your ankles; golden bangles intermixed with brightly colored beaded bangles adorned both of your arms and jingled pleasantly as you moved.

 As you looked up from the sweet creature snuggled on your lap, you smiled as you took in the scene before you. Below, the Nile sparkled in the sun, its lifegiving waters reflecting a deep blue that reminded you of a stormcloud plump with rain. Palm trees littered the banks, grouped in clusters that shaded the grass underneath.

 A strong, but soft hand, one that you knew well, slid over your bare shoulder. Your eyes closed to your husband’s loving touch, his fingers eliciting goosebumps as they slid down your upper arm.

 “Still so sensitive to my touch, love?”

 “Mmm,” you hummed, eyes still shut as Ahkmenrah’s presence enveloped you.

 “Would you like to join me for the meeting with the builders? They believe they have figured out a way to extend irrigation channels into Fayyum to revitalize the fields there.”

 “Oh? That’s excellent news!”

 Ahkmenrah returned your grin, reaching to take your chin in this hand, his fingers grasping the point to tilt your head up. He leaned down for a kiss, sweet, at first, but with a quick swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip, it occurred to you that it was odd for the king to be visiting you mid-afternoon.

 You licked across your lower lip, relishing in the taste of him.

 “Is there something else that you wanted, my king?”

 “I missed you,” Ahkmenrah said with an earnestness that squeezed your heart.

 “I always miss you,” you said, gently prodding your sleepy companion until they leapt off your lap, allowing you to stand and stretch before turning to face your husband.

 You slid your hands up his biceps and locked your eyes onto his. His eyes were particularly blue today, not unlike the Nile. Words weren’t needed as you looked at each other, love etched across both of your faces.

 Ahkmenrah pulled you close to him and closed his lips over yours once more. Soon, you were lost in the passion of the kiss, in the way his body felt against yours, and in the warmth that radiated from his love.

 ~ ~ ~

You gasped as you bolted upright, sweat pooling at your lower back and across your temples. It was the third night in a row that you had this same dream and its vividness continued to overwhelm you. Similar dreams had plagued you over the months, but there was something about the clarity and the purity of emotion within this dream that made it much worse than the others.

 The tears were already formed and as you laid back down, they silently spilled onto your pillow. You knew that no matter the results of your dissertation, you would have to put distance between yourself and Ahk.

 When you loved someone, sometimes you really did have to let them go.

 * * * * *

 Normally, you weren’t one for big parties, but the laughter and spontaneous emission of congratulations along with the buzz of the bar, the clang of glasses, the din of the band in the next room, were all a welcomed cacophony. You hadn’t a clue how many drinks had been bought for you and even worse, consumed by you, but you were the happiest you had been in months.

 You passed!

 You earned your PhD and you had a small pile of job offers to sort through, although you already knew which one you were going to take. It wasn’t quite as much money as some of the others, but it was your dream; and even better than fulfilling your dream, you would be able to give something back to the person who had helped you in your hour of need.

 After you had presented your defense, as you were shaking hands with Dr. Omar Gamal, the director of the Museum of Cairo, an idea took shape and you weren’t ashamed to think that it really was brilliant.

 As you finished the drink in your hand, you gathered everyone’s attention to announce that you were taking the job in Cairo. Cheers erupted and you couldn’t stop grinning as your friends and family took turns congratulating you and peppering you with questions.

 What you didn’t tell anyone was that you already knew exactly what you were going to do once you got there, thanks to Ahkmenrah’s papyruses and your journey through his memories. If you couldn’t be the one to bring happiness into Ahk’s life, then perhaps a reunion with his parents could.

 * * * * *

 By early September, you were well settled in Cairo. Finding Merenkahre and Shepseheret proved to be easier than you expected. In the basement of Cairo’s museum, there was a repository of unidentified mummies, most proving to be average Egyptians who had just enough money to build a decent tomb.

 Apparently, as a final insult, Kahmunrah had buried his parents as commoners to ensure their afterlife would be the opposite of the glorious affair normally reserved for the royals. To Kahmun, a life without luxury was the true punishment, so you really weren’t shocked to find that he did bury both of his parents together. Of course something like love wouldn’t have been valuable to him.

Villains. In the end, they’re all the same.  

 At first, Omar thought you were crazy, and you thought that you were going to for sure get fired. One of the most prominent kings of the Middle Kingdom and his beloved wife were Unidentified Mummies #17 and #18? Impossible.

 But after extensive tests, you were able to prove that the ages and the causes of death matched that of Merenkahre and Shepseheret. What you weren’t able to do was reveal your exact source. It took a lot of cross referencing and circular explanations, but Omar was diverted when you made your proposition for an exciting new exhibit, and even more diverted when you made your proposition to reunite Merenkahre and Shepseheret with their son, Ahkmenrah.

 Omar’s dream was to return all major Egyptian exhibits to their homeland in order to declare them property of the Museum of Cairo. Lending them out to travel the world was one thing, but it was a true indecency when colonizers were the ones who still owned what was taken from the Egyptians’ land.  

 You had sketched up a proposal of showing the three layers of royal Egyptian life—the throne room, the Royal Wife’s garden, and the prince’s chambers. The only hitch in your plan was that to raise the funds for a permanent exhibit in Cairo, you had to build the exhibit at the British Museum of Natural History. If they held the first rights to display, they would fund a permanent exhibit in Cairo.

 The British Museum could also secure the rights to display Ahkmenrah because the American museum was willing to trade Ahk for the mummy of Ahmose-Meritamun; the Americans would then be able to create a female-centric display, something they had been looking to do to showcase the prominence of women during the Ancient Egyptian empire.

 The only thing left to do was to ensure that Larry and Rebecca helped to keep your surprise—when Ahkmenrah was ready to be moved, he should know only the scarcest of details.

 For the first time in a long time, everything was going according to plan.

 * * * * *

 After Omar popped the top of the champagne, the cork skittered across the floor and you and your team laughed as you held out glasses out to catch the bubbly alcohol.

 Merenkahre and Shepseheret’s exhibits were a smash hit. Your PR team had been hyping the return of Ahkmenrah next month to complete the triage of Egyptian royals and opening night had already been sold out.

 The current exhibit of Merenkahre and Shepseheret had been featured in multiple publications and the detail of each layer of royal life had cemented your place as one of the top anthropologists in the world. You never forgot that you owed it all to Ahkmenrah, and you never forgot that you were really doing all of this for him. Within the next month, he would be reunited with his parents.

 Your phone rang, its music invasive and interrupting the happy atmosphere.  

 You sipped the top of your champagne before it could overflow and checked the screen.

 Larry.

 Larry never called. He was a texter, and it had been a long time since you talked. He was still working as the night guard, but he started going to classes to get his teaching degree. Aunt Rebecca was proud of his initiative, and she had kept you up to date on his progress; had she been calling, you wouldn’t have thought twice about letting it go to voicemail and checking it later. But Larry calling . . . something wasn’t right.  

 “I gotta answer this—be right back!” you said as you moved away from the laughter and the even happier chatter.

 “Hey Lar—what’s up?”

 “Y/N! I’m so glad you answered. Look, I’m not sure how to tell you this, and he doesn’t even know I’m calling you because he’d probably sick those jackals on me if he did find out and we all know—”

 “Larry. You’re babbling. What’s going on?”

 “Ahk’s sick.”

 “Sick? He’s a regenerated mummy. He comes back to life in perfect health, perfectly restored. How could he be . . . sick?”

 “It’s the tablet. I think the tablet is . . . dying.”

 You had made your way to the end of the hallway where a large set of stairs led up to the display. You sat down, hard, on the top stair, your body numb, your mind whirring—you were so close to giving Ahkmenrah his parents back. He couldn’t be dying, for fuck’s sake. He just couldn’t be.

 “Tell me everything.”

[yesmooshoe]

Pepperony Smut-Mas, day 4!

It’s day 4! I got it posted just before midnight my time! Woo hoo! 

Day 4 - Office Pegging

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2740ish

Summary: In this installment, Pepper has a bit of a competency kink and can barely contain herself as she watches him give a presentation.

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Or read it here...

The first time it happened was when Tony was handing out the perfectly color-coded binders he'd been up all night putting together.

The second time was during the presentation while he explained that with the use of arc reactor technology they could purify water in remote areas more efficiently than it had ever been done before. He held it together though, and the board remained blissfully unaware of the vibrating butt plug in his ass that was being controlled by their CEO.

The fourth time she used it was while she was shaking everyone’s hand at the end. When she got to Tony he saw her sneakily tap her tablet screen and she just gave him a devilish grin.

“Great job, Mr. Stark. I’d say that the future of the company is looking very bright. I look forward to working with all of you.” She said with an enthusiastic smile, turning back to the students beside Tony.

He clenched his ass around the toy, doing his very best to not just let out a string of curse words as the vibrations tore through him. His cock was starting to stir awake now, and he knew that he was going to need to get out of there and take care of it as soon as possible, whether Pepper was with him or not. He wasn’t sure what her plans were for the rest of the day.

“Thank you, Ms. Potts.” Tony said through gritted teeth, shifting the over-the-shoulder bag he was wearing around to cover his growing erection like he was in middle school.

Seeing this, Pepper released her finger from the screen and, mercifully, the vibrations stopped. He couldn’t believe that Pepper was doing this in the middle of a meeting with the board, but holy shit was he into it.

“You’re welcome! Now, if you’ll excuse us, Mr. Stark and I have a conference call with the Department of Energy.” She said with a big smile as she turned and raised her eyebrows at him suggestively.

It seemed like he wasn’t going to have to take care of the growing problem in his pants alone after all. He turned to the kids said he’d talk to them soon before eagerly following Pepper, doing his best to not seem too obvious about the whole thing. The journey from the conference room to her office was torture. They’d been together for a while and everyone knew, but Pepper had a pretty strict policy about PDA at the office which he tried to respect. At the same time though, all he wanted to do was pull her into a broom closet and go to town, not really caring if anyone heard them.

The office was a better choice though, and soon they were inside.

“Jarvis! Office blackout . Now. ” Pepper demanded as they entered the room. “No one in or out. Hold all phone calls. If anyone asks, we are on a call with the Department of Energy.”

As soon as she started giving instructions, Jarvis began to oblige. Tony could hear the doors lock and saw the windows dim a bit, meaning that while they could still see out of them, no one could see inside. There was also a magnetic field running through the walls which made the office completely soundproof. He’d had all of this installed while he worked here, and he’d never been more thankful for it than he was in this very moment.

“God, you’re so fucking hot Tony, get over here.” Pepper said, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

“I guess the color-coded binder tabs really did it for you, huh?” He chuckled as he broke away from the kiss.

“You have no idea. The spreadsheets. The powerpoint! You were so fucking good up there.” She said she started walking him back towards her desk. ”So smart. And funny. And your hair is perfect. And the suit is perfect. And you were 15 minutes early. God, I could’ve fucked you right then and there when you turned up with everything all organized and ready to go.”

Tony just beamed, proud of himself and amused by how much this all seemed to have turned her on. If he’d know that she got like this he would have been on time for every single meeting from the moment they’d met. “Well, I very much appreciated the butt plug. It was a little hard to hold it together at the end though. You’re the worst.”

“You ready for something bigger?”

Tony’s eyes just widened as he nodded, not really expecting that . Seriously, if he’d know that she got off this much on him actually doing his job he would have been a model employee.

“Good. Pants off. Bend over.” She demanded as she broke away from him and walked over to her desk. Tony just stood there for a while though, completely transfixed by the woman in front of him. She picked up a silver briefcase and set it on her desk, which just sent a shudder through Tony. He knew exactly what was in it and couldn’t wait for it to be inside of him.

Pepper looked up at him and smiled as she undid her belt and the button of her skirt and stepped out of it, which revealed that she was already wearing the harness. She continued to undress until she was wearing nothing but a black bra, the black harness and black heels. Tony’s cock was rock hard and he was so glad that he didn’t know she’d been wearing the harness during the meeting or else he wouldn’t have been able to talk.

“Holy shit.” He managed to say, still completely mesmerized by her.

“I thought I told you to take your pants off and bend over, Stark.” She said firmly while opening up the briefcase.

“Yes, yes ma’am.” He said as he started fumbling with his own belt. As he undid his pants and let them drop to the ground, he watched Pepper run her hands over the assortment of dildos in the case. He’d made all of them and the harness special for her, special for them. They were covered in sensors that would shoot vibrations right back to her as she fucked him, and it had quickly become one of their favorite toys. He swallowed hard when she picked up the biggest one, and she gave him another very devious smile as she locked it into place. The sight of her walking towards him, a huge red cock attached to her, almost made him cum right on the spot.

She walked up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You were so good today, baby. You have no idea how much I wanted to grab you and fuck you right in front of the board. It was all so good. I need you to bend over though.”

She placed a hand on his back, spun him around, and did just that, pinning him to her desk as she lifted up his shirt and revealed his ass. She gave him a light spank right before turning the vibrator on again, causing Tony to moan out loudly, like he’d been saving it up all morning. His cock was so hard now and all that he wanted to do was touch it, but he knew that he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until Pepper told him that he could, if she ever told him that he could.

“Don’t cum yet, baby. I’d be very disappointed.” She said sweetly.

Tony could only whimper in response, doing his best to comply with her wishes. She stopped though, bringing her hand back from the tablet to rest on his ass, giving it a little squeeze.

“Let’s get that thing out of you so that I can fuck you properly, unless of course you’d like me to leave it in?”

As hot as that sounded, they’d never tried that before and this didn’t seem like they best place or situation to be doing that sort of thing. “Out. Please?” He asked, his voice muffled as she still held him against the desk.

“Ok. Just relax. I got you.” She said as she gently ran her hand over to grab the toy. Tony took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles as Pepper pulled it out of him with a pop, causing him to let out another little moan.  Pepper let go of him for a moment, which gave Tony the opportunity to get a bit more comfortable. He heard Pepper fussing around and glanced back to see her opening up a bottle of lube. “Eyes front.” She said with a smile as she poured some into her hand. “Look out at the company you built while I destroy your ass.”

Tony just laughed a bit and followed her instructions, though for the moment he was resting his forehead against the cool glass of the desk. “You’re the one whose kept it afloat, Pep. Not me.”

“Well, I’m going to be looking at it too.”

A moment later he felt her hand against his asshole, lubing him up and dipping a finger in and out of him a few times while presumably lubing up her own cock. He could hear her letting out little moans herself, which meant everything was working properly. All he wanted was for both of them to get off while doing this, which was why he’d built it in the first place.

Once thoroughly lubed up, her hand returned to his back, holding him against the table while she used the other to tease his hole with her cock. She ran it up and down a few times before lining herself up and pushing into him rather quickly, though once inside she stopped, holding it there and letting them both get used to the new sensation.

“Oh fuck.” He grunted out. “Yes, god, I love you so much.”

She moved in and out of him slowly a few times, and the quiet moans escaping her lips were driving him absolutely crazy. After a few more thrusts she ran her hand up his back, grabbed his hair and yanked his head up so that he could look out of the window in front of him. Her other hand gripped his hip as she started moving her hips in earnest. Tony was moaning out with every thrust, the huge cock hurting him in the best way possible. He was desperate to touch his cock, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even reach it if he wanted to. All he could do was take it, let her fuck him while he looked out over his empire. Their empire. And he knew that any minute now he’d be cumming all over the floor before collapsing into a puddle on the ground.

“You’re such a good boy, Tony. Taking my cock like the little slut that you are. Do you like when you boss fucks you like this?” She asked, gripping his hair a bit tighter.

“Yeah.” He panted out in response.

“Good. Because you deserve it.”

After that, the room filled with the sound of her pounding him, and Tony could tell that she was getting close. She’d gotten so worked up watching him and teasing him during the presentation that he was honestly surprised that she’d lasted this long. He clenched his muscles around her cock, doing his best to help her out. Her thrusts started to become erratic and soon her grip on him tightened and she yelled out his name in ecstasy as she came.

Her thrusts slowed for only a moment while she caught her breath, but soon she started moving hard again. Her smooth cock felt so good inside of him and she was hitting him in all the right places with every snap of her hips. He could feel the pressure building and it was getting hard for him to focus on anything, too overwhelmed by all of the sensations.

She spanked him once more before moving her hand around to grip his cock, and Tony cried out in relief. His own cock had been so desperate for attention for so long, and he'd been wondering if she was going to touch him at all.

"Fuck! You're so fucking good to me boss, so good." He whined out underneath her, and with a few more strokes he came with a loud, high-pitched cry. She slowed down her thrusts but continued to move her hand over his cock, getting out every last drop. When she finally let go of him Tony collapsed against the desk completely fucked out. She slid out of him slowly and walked away, and he felt so empty as he listened to her heels clinking against the floor.

He tried to stand up, but his legs were like jelly and he just slid down to the floor and leaned against her desk.

"You ok?" She asked as she took of the harness and put everything in the case.

"Yeah. Just need a minute. Or 10." He said, looking over to her and giving her a smile.

She picked up her clothes and walked towards the bathroom connected to her office. Once inside she tossed a few towels out to him. "I'm gonna put myself back together. When you feel like a human again can you clean everything up?"

"Yep." He said, his mind still cloudy.

He stayed on the floor for a while like a fucked out, useless lump. All he wanted to do was curl up on her couch and rest, but he knew that he couldn’t do that. Eventually he took a deep breath and stood up. He pulled his pants up and ran his hands through his hair while wiping up the mess he'd made on the floor with a towel under his foot.

"You might want to get the floors waxed." He joked when he heard the bathroom door open again. He smiled when he turned to her and saw that she was back in her full CEO regalia.

She just laughed as she walked towards him while fussing with her earring. She gave him another kiss on the cheek and rested he head against his shoulder for a moment. "I love you, Tony. You really did do good today. Everything was great. I have to get to my 3:30 though, can you get everything else back in order?"

"Of course babe, go kick some ass. I'll see you at home, and now that I know how hot color-coded binder tabs get you I've got some work to do." He teased as he wrapped his arms around her waist to give her a proper kiss.

She just smiled before glancing at her watch. "Ok. I really have to go. I'll see you later honey."

"Bye Pep." He called after her as she broke away from him and headed to the door. When she was gone he turned back and asses the rest of the damage. It wouldn't take too long to clean up and he'd still have plenty of time to stop at Staples on the way home.