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makeitmingi · 1 year ago

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 25]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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"Yes, thank you." You received the package from the delivery man and bowed to him. He bowed his head and walke away with his clipboard tucked underneath his arm.

"What's in the package, baby?" Mingi asked, staring at the big box you were pushing through the living room.

"I ordered some clothes." You replied simply, continuing to push the box into your bedroom. Mingi followed you curiously but you unknowingly shut the door in his face. He blinked at the wood in front of him before chuckling.

"Is it a secret? Did you buy me a surprise present?" Mingi opened the door, poking his head in.

"It's not a secret or a present for you." You said as you grabbed box cutters from your drawer to open the box. Mingi sat on the bed, watching you with curiosity as you opened the box.

"Hmm..." You grabbed your phone, opening the app to check if all your purchases were there. He watched you take out the skirts and dresses.

"Are you... changing your style?" Mingi scratched his head.

Not that he minded but skirts and dresses were rare in your closet. You were someone who dressed in comfy street clothes, hoodies and jeans or sweats. Mingi liked that relaxed side of yours.

"No." You shook your head, taking out some blouses to match them to the skirts you laid out.

"Then why the suddenly bulk buy of skirts and dresses? I mean, I think you would look good in whatever you wear but... these are a little out of your character, no?" Mingi tilted his head, lifting the thin strap of the sundress. You snorted at his words, knowing he was trying to compliment you despite his confusion.

"I thought I should dress a little more... girly... when I meet your mother. I don't have much formal clothing or 'girly' clothes." You confessed. That was when it finally clicked for Mingi.

"Ah, baby. You don't have to change your style just to impress my mother. I appreciate the effort but just be yourself. Be the person I fell in love with." Mingi said.

"W-What are you saying now?" You flicked his forehead, flustered by his sudden gushy words.

"I'm serious." He wound his arms around you to pull you to him.

"I'm 100% supportive if you wanna change your style but change it only if you want to. Don't change it for anyone else, not for me, not for my mother." Mingi grinned.

"Thanks, Mings. You always know what to say." You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair.

You still were going to wear a dress at least though, maybe just not the absurdly floral-y ones. You knew common courtesy and you were not going to wear sweats when meeting your boyfriend's mother for the first time.

"I guess I'm going to return most of these." You sighed at the stack of clothes on your bed.

"I'll help you." Mingi said. You went through the stack, putting aside the pieces you were going to keep. Mingi helped you put the returning pieces back into the box.

"Maybe I'll wear this? With a leather jacket." You held up the maroon skater dress, going to the closet to retrieve the jacket.

"Looks good. I'll match you, I think I have a maroon shirt or hoodie somewhere." Mingi said excitedly.

"Great." You laughed, walking out of the room.

"Baby?" Mingi stood behind you as you cut the tags off the dress to throw into the washer. You hummed in question but he just came to wrap his arms around you.

"Why? What's wrong?" You turned to face him, reaching up to cup with his cheeks with your hands. Mingi leaned down so you could reach him. But his cheeks blushed pink as he buried his face into your shoulder. You couldn't help but laugh at him. He lightly squeezed your waist.

"Really, what's wrong, Mings? And don't lie to me." You said. You hand stroked the back of his head comfortingly.

"I just like being with you. I never thought I would have anyone to bring home to my omma and yet, you're putting in all this effort to impress her." He rambled.

"Why did you think you wouldn't have anyone to bring home, hmm?" You asked.

"Because I didn't think anyone would like the real me." He lifted up his head so he could stare into your eyes.

"The real you?" You tilted your head.

"I may look confident and all that on stage. But I'm always afraid when people know the real me, they'll just be scared away. The me that needs people to take care of, the me who gets overwhelmed easily and gets anxiety..." He said.

"Oh, Mings..." You softened. It broke your heart to hear Mingi speak of himself in such a way, like he was a burden. But he was far from, he had become your rock and brought such joy to your life.

"The real you is the best you, Mings. And that's the person I came to love and trust." You said.

"Even if I am not the most handsome or funny one?"

"You're the most handsome and funniest to me so I have no idea what you're talking about." You shrugged, a playful glint in your eye as you said that.

"Gosh, I don't deserve you." Mingi chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

"Stop, don't say that. Because honestly, you deserve a lot more than me." You told him. He shook his head, disagreeing with you.

"You're perfect." He said.

After that little moment between you and Mingi, you ended up making ramyeon for dinner, both of you not really wanting to cook. Mingi stayed by your side as you did some work before going to bed. You surprised him by putting the headphones on him, letting him listen to your draft tracks.

"Is this the draft for the drama OST?" Mingi asked as you played the track for him. You nodded your head. He bobbed his head along to the beat, listening to it intently.

"I like it." Mingi gave a thumbs up.

"I'm going to have to send in my first draft to them soon. If they like it then we'll start discussing which artist they want to bring in to record it." You explained.

"Do you have any suggestion or idea for which artist you want for the track?" He tilted his head.

"Not yet. I thought they would choose the artist or have the lead actors perform it but apparently they want my input." You shrugged.

"That's good. At least they value your advice enough to ask you.." Mingi said.

"I guess..." You agreed. Mingi didn't volunteer himself to perform it because it was a vocal piece. He liked that you didn't ask him to do it just because you were dating him. The both of you were professional in separating work and your love lives.

"Are you expected to write the lyrics for it?"

"Nope. They have a lyricist who will write the lyrics. I only need to provide the instrumental track. You know that lyric writing isn't my thing." You laughed.

"That's why I'm always taking down my surroundings in my notes on my phone. You never know when they'll turn to lyrics." Mingi said.

"I don't know if I can ever let myself be that openly vulnerable." You said honestly.

"I understand." He smiled, reaching out to stroke your head.

You finished up your work quickly, not wanting to waste any more time that you had with Mingi. Before sleeping, Mingi decided to do a facemask with you.

"Argh! It's too cold!" Mingi winced as you smoothened the facemask over his skin.

"That's the point! They said it's better to keep it in the fridge for that cooling effect." You giggled, making sure his mask was straight then turning to the mirror to adjust the mask over your own nose and mouth. With the left over serum, you rubbed Mingi's hands in between your own.

"I'll set a timer." You said and set the timer on your phone. Mingi wrapped an arm around you, pressing his cheek to yours and snapping a photo in the mirror.

"Mings! Now it's messed up." You laughed as you readjusted his mask since Mingi made his stick to yours.

"Worth it for the photo." Mingi defended.

RINGGGGG

"Oh no! It's Wooyoung calling." You panicked. You left Mingi to walk to the bedroom, closing the door before answering the phone.

"Indigo, why aren't you turning on the video? I can't see you properly!"

"I'm doing a face mask now and look terrible!" You said. You weren't lying but the real reason you didn't want to turn on the camera was that you were afraid Wooyoung would spot one of Mingi's things in the background.

"What nonsense are you saying now? So what if you're doing a face mask?! It's only a chat with me anyway. There's no one around to see you plus we do face masks all the time here!"

"Anyway, did something happen that you called me?" You tried to change the subject so he wouldn't keep insisting.

"Not really... I just felt like I haven't called to speak to you in a while, you know? Just you and me."

"Oh, I guess we've both been quite busy. But yes, I do miss our chats." You chuckled.

"You do?"

"Of course. You're one of the first members I became close with. I wouldn't be so close with the others if it weren't for you and Hongjoong." You stated.

It was true. Wooyoung and Hongjoong were the first two members that you spoke with and clicked with. Wooyoung, especially, tried hard to become friends with you, calling you to check on you and always coming to your studio to chat with you. He helped you get close to the others too.

"Aww, yeah, I remember when you first came to KQ. But you got along well with me and the others so quickly, you practically became one of us."

"I did. Actually, Wooyoung ah, are you free tomorrow? Shall we go have coffee? Just the two of us." You suggested.

"Yes, I am free tomorrow! I know a discreet cafe where we can meet. I'll send you the details!"

"Alright. Shall we meet at 11?" You asked.

"Mhmm! I guess I'll see you tomorrow Indigo~ Sleep well!"

You guessed that Mingi was eavesdropping on the conversation because the moment Wooyoung hung up, Mingi entered the room. He gave you a look, which made you confused.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Also, it's time to remove the face masks." You said to him, dragging him with you to the bathroom. Mingi didn't say anything, letting you peel the mask off his face and massage the serum into his skin.

"Why are you going out with Wooyoung?" Mingi asked as you removed your own mask.

"With us being together, I've been home a lot more and haven't really caught up with him. I feel bad, like I've neglected him a little." You replied.

"Are you going to tell him about us?"

"Do you want me to?" You asked back with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. So he stops having so much physical contact with you. I should be the only one that kisses your cheek." Mingi crossed his arms. You couldn't help but burst out laughing.

You weren't going to tell Wooyoung, not yet. You didn't tell Mingi but the first people you wanted to tell were Hongjoong and Seonghwa. They have taken care of you the most since you've been at KQ like parents or older brothers, you felt like they should be the first people to know from you.

"Let's meet your mom first then talk about telling the other Ateez members, okay?" You said. You wanted to be fair to Mingi too, not make him keep it a secret only for your sake.

"Okay." Mingi finally smiled.

You and Mingi were going to split ways, he was headed back to the dorm while you were going to meet Wooyoung. You wore your coat and slipped a new mask on before wearing your shoes.

"Wait, one last one." Mingi held your arm, preventing you from leaving. His arm slipped around your waist as he pulled down your mask and pressed you against him for a kiss.

"I thought the last one was the one after we got changed?" You held his shirt, a teasing smile on his face.

"I get as many kisses as I want. I'm the boyfriend, not Wooyoung. Can't believe you're that excited to meet another guy." Mingi grumbled. It was cute how Mingi always 'reminded' you that he was your boyfriend now, as if you would ever forget it.

"Wooyoung is not another guy. He is my good friend and your brother." You patted his shoulder. Mingi rolled his eyes, giving you a tight hug.

"I'm going to be late!" You laughed.

"Fine. Let me know when you reach the cafe, okay?" He pulled up your mask, carefully adjusting it on your face.

"I will. Be safe on your way back." You tip toed to hug him properly before he wore his cap and mask. After that, Mingi left first so you could lock up and you wouldn't be seen together.

'I'm boarding the bus now! I'll be there in 20 minutes. - Indigo'

You sent Wooyoung a text as you were getting on the bus. During your bus ride, you listened to some Ateez songs.

'Okay. I'll wait inside for you. - Wooyoung'

It took a while for you to find the cafe since it was in quite a secluded area and it looked a little rundown. But when you pushed open the door, you were greeted by the smell of frehsly brewed coffee. There were mainly old people around, chatting over coffee. You bowed your head respectfully as you ventured deeper.

"Indigo. Over here." Wooyoung raised his hand and stood up. You went over to him and gave him a greeting hug. He squeezed you, smiling brightly. You sat opposite him in the small booth seat.

"Did you order yet?" You asked.

"Nope. I wanted to wait for you." He grinned, sliding the small menu over to you. You pulled down your hoodie as you looked at the items listed on the menu.

"I'll get their drip coffee." You turned around to see the old man making fresh pour over coffee by the counter.

"Want food?"

"Why don't you just order something and we'll share?" You suggested. Wooyoung nodded and went to the front to give both your orders to the cashier since there was no wait staff around.

"How did you find this place?" You asked as Wooyoung sat down.

"Jongho and I go around to a lot of coffee places since we're the biggest coffee drinkers in the group. We just happened to stumbled across this place. It's well hidden, the coffee is good and the patrons here don't really care that we're idols." Wooyoung explained.

"It's a nice place, the vibe is very relaxed and I like that it's away from public eye. I would come here again." You smiled. Wooyoung's eyes sparkled at your words.

"Right? And the coffee's good too, wait until you try it. The owner does it all to order, on his own." Wooyoung said.

"I can't wait for our order to be ready then." You replied with a chuckle.

When the owner rang the bell, you and Wooyoung went to the counter to get the food and drinks. For food, he ordered a mini sandwich set with a side of french fries.

"So, how have you been? Honestly." You asked Wooyoung.

"I've been okay, have my high and lows, which is pretty normal for me..." Wooyoung said as he stirred his coffee.

"You know even if we're busy, you can always come to me when you're feeling down, Woo. I'm here for you. It's okay to feel down, you don't always have to put on a brave front. No one is expected to always be happy, all the time." You reached over to hold his hand, squeezing it with reassurance.

"The only thing I have is my dance. I don't really have any other talents compared to the others." He sighed. This reminded you of the conversation you had with Mingi last night.

"You're a lot more than just your dance. I'm sure I'm not the only one that feels that way." You said.

"You're a great person, you bring so much light when you enter a room. You're kind and friendly to everyone you meet." You continued.

"Stop... You're making me shy." Wooyoung mumbled.

"Like I said last night, I don't think I would have been able to form such a good relationship with the other members if it weren't for you." You smiled.

"That means you trust me, right?" Wooyoung asked. You nodded your head slowly, not really knowing where he was going with this.

"Let me put it this way. If I didn't trust you, you wouldn't have been the first person to know about Haneul. I would not have asked you to go pick her up alone. I wouldn't have removed my mask in front of you." You said.

"So if you were dating Seonghwa hyung, you would tell me, right?" He finally got to the main point of his question. You choked on your coffee at his question.

"W-What?" You grabbed a napkin to wipe your mouth. Although you tried to maintain your cool, your heart was pounding in your chest.

"Are you dating Seonghwa hyung?" He asked more directly this time.

"No, I'm not dating Seonghwa. Why would you think that?" You tilted your head.

"Because you're suddenly close to him and seem to stick to him a lot more... Even more than you stick to me or Hongjoong... At first I thought it was the captain but you two are too much like siblings. Then I've been suspicious since he became more protective of you at song camp." Wooyoung shrugged.

"Have I? To me, Seonghwa is an older brother, just like Joong is. He's just better at comforting me than Joong is. I'm sure he looks at me like a little sister too." You replied.

"You wouldn't lie to me...?"

"No, I wouldn't lie to you. I'm not dating Seonghwa." You said. Technically, you were telling the truth. He asked if you were dating Seonghwa and you weren't. You were with Mingi.

"Is that why you asked me out? To ask me if I'm secretly dating Seonghwa?" You chuckled.

"N-No! Of course not. I know you've been working hard and I wanted you to destress a little... And I could catch up with you too." He explained.

"Well, thank you. I guess it's just going to get busier from here, preparing for the new song and album." You shrugged.

"It will be for all of us. But don't forget to rest and take care of yourself too. None of us like to see you sick. It worries all of us." Wooyoung told you. You softened at his words, Ateez has really become your family.

"I won't, don't worry. I hope you all practice and train safely too, with no sickness or injuries." You smiled softly. Wooyoung rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

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ethereange · 1 year ago

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I remember seeing a Bakugo x reader prompt post from you- idk if you’re still doing them, if not then you can ignore this ask lmao

Bakugo cheering on a figure skater reader at a competition?? I can just imagine that he has no idea what in the world is going on but his s/o is looking so pretty and elegant so he’s cheering the loudest when it’s over 🥺

ya im still doing them! thanks for responding 💗

bear with me since i also know like close to nothing abt figure skating LOL but ill try my best!! i will say it'll be x f!reader since i dont rly know how to write for anything else, but it’ll prob just be short and sweet x

after writing: ok this was like not that short.. but this was so fun to write lol i hope you like it!

katsuki bakugo x figure skater! f!reader

bakugo has no ideas about figure skating. and you have no idea that he’s here.

he’s never been able to show up to your competitions before, but he’s always tried until a rushed call is met with a grumble, a whispered “good luck”, and a kiss goodbye.

so you can only imagine how he feels when he stumbles through the doors after getting off his patrols early. he was met with the chill of ice in the air, the slightly squishy floors and the chatter of the crowd.

it was packed- more so than he thought it would be; not to say he was dismissive of you in any way, but rather he was proud to know first-hand that you were being successful.

he was scanning the edges of the rink in search of his girlfriend. one lady was currently sliding skate guards on, surrounded by friends and coaches. what if he had missed you? he wondered and his brows creased at the idea.

the speakers began to ring: "now introducing, the-"

but then a finger tapped at his leg, soft and gentle, pulling him from his thoughts and the announcer. he looked down and met the eyes of a little girl, probably no older than 7.

"you're- you're mr. dynamite, right? could you- could you sign my skates please?" she gazed up longingly at him. she held up a pair of them- these tiny things- dangling and showing off its dynamite decal.

he pulled down his cap a little more. "sure thing," he smiled, taking her red marker to scribble away. how did she even recognize me? after a plentiful of thanks, the lights began to dim.

he squinted to see, but the spotlight flicked on, illuminating the skater in the middle.

you. of course it was you.

the music started, a tune he's heard you hum before, and you began to move. but were you really moving? moving now just sounded like any word that could be used for anyone.

because you were flowing. so smoothly, legs supple and in-time with the rhythm. your hair was done all pretty, he wondered how long it took to do it. you hadn't even done anything particularly impressive, yet if the fangirl were to come back and ask for a picture he would not be able to speak.

the music began to swell, and you hit your first jump, your skirt dancing around you, glittering with jewels a reflection in his eyes.

he wished the world would stop, if only for this moment. and it would be your luminescence switching foot to foot, turn to turn, while everything is still, skating to the beat of his heart.

and when your graceful gestures are said and done, the music decrescendos, he doesn't think he's seen you smile so brightly before.

after your several bows and some small strides, you find your way to the gate, a light sheen of sweat on your face. and your jaw drops.

"b-babe??" you squeak.

and he suddenly engulfs you in his hug, and you can't stop your tears.

"holy shit baby!!!" he exclaimed, holding you at arms length. "that was- that was so fuckin'- you're so-"

you laugh, cutting him off with a quick kiss to the lips. "i love you too," you beam, and he mirrors your grin. "oh, they're going to announce my scores now!" and you drag him to the cushioned seats positioned in front of the camera. "wait," you pause, "do you wanna wait off the screen so people don't see you-"

"'s fine," now he gives you a peck on your lips. "i wanna be with you when you win."

and when they reveal your first place score, you're excited, but your boyfriend...

"LET'S GO BABYY!!!!" he cheers as he spins you around, careless of the snapping of surrounding camera lenses.

"my star," he smiles, quieter this time, so only you could hear. and you giggle, noses pressed together.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #thx anon! 😋#i kinda love this help #asks #drabbles #mha #bnha #katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki fluff #bakugo fluff

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strangerthingslover69 · 2 years ago

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You’ve got daddy problems

Dmitri + female reader

18+ no minors please!

Warnings ~ Swearing, drinking, signs of abuse, smoking and touching ~

At a party the Byers are hosting for Dmitri’s birthday, you drink too much to forget your fight with your dad. You decide to just let go. You’ve got daddy problems and Dmitri can help fix that

You make your way over to the Byers house with red eyes and a bottle of opened vodka. You and your dad had another argument. You and your dad never got along and as you were getting older it was getting worse.

You were getting ready to come to this party, it was for Dmitri’s birthday. You wanted to look pretty and feel good. You had chosen your outfit and laid it on your bed, a black skater shirt, short sleeves blouse, black fishnets and some black lace up boots. You’d just come out the shower when you heard your name being shouted by your dad. You roll your eyes and make your way down. Your dad was in the kitchen looking dressed up, your mum was passed out on the couch from being a work for the last fourteen hours and your little brother was eating his tea. ‘You need to babysit’ your dad said bluntly. ‘What? No I can’t I’ve got plans.’ You say folding your arms. Your dad puts on his jacket and sighs turning to you, ‘cancel them. I’m going out.’ He says about to grab his car keys but your too quick snatch them. ‘No. You cancel yours. You knew about mine last week! Who is it tonight, Amy or Jenna?’ You raising you eyebrows. Your dad pulls you by the wrist dragging you into the hall. ‘You little bitch. You can’t say that shit in front of your brother. What if he heard?!’ He says angrily at you still digging his fingers in your wrists. ‘Well what do you expect? Your married. To our mum or did you forget? I really don’t get why she stays with a useless man like you. Wait your not even a man. Just a little boy. Jamie’s more grown up than you and he’s fucking thirteen.’ You snarl through your teeth. Your dad pulls you in, ‘bitch. You will pay for that one.’ He realised your wrist but not before smacking you across the face. You stumble to the stairs in shock holding your face. ‘I’m going out. Look after your brother.’ Your dad said slamming the door behind. The sound wakes your mum up. She gets up from the sofa looking for you. ‘Eveything okay honey?’ She asks coming round the corner. You don’t want her to see you like this so you race up the stairs shouting down, ‘y-yeah. Fine mum.’ You go to your room closing the door behind falling to the ground crying. He’d never hit you before. Your guessing by his eyes he’d taken something again. You compose yourself and get up to get ready. You were going out. You look at your clothes and decide to change them. Just to spite him you pick your shortest skirt but keep the blouse. Still wearing your black fishnets and boots. You put on some accessories, you find a bracelet to cover the mark on your wrist. You leave your hair down leaving it to do it’s own thing and look in the mirror. Closer inspection you see your dads handprint on the side of your face. You cover it up with some make up hoping that’ll be enough. Coming back down you see your mum and brother watching a movie together. You walk past going into the kitchen swiping your dads bottle of vodka and your presents for Dmitri. You hid the bottle in a bag and say goodbye to your brother and mum. ‘Have fun honey, love you’ your mum shouts as you leave the living room. ‘Thanks mum love you too.’ You really don’t understand why she puts up with your dad. So that brings you to now, the Byers house is a twenty minute walk so not too far. You undo the cap of the vodka and take a sip. It burns but it helps your forget about your problems

You focus your mind to tonight instead. Dmitri’s birthday, his first one celebrated in America. You couldn’t wait to see everyone, there felt like a huge extended family. However you were looking forward to seeing Dmitri most. You had a crush on him the minute you saw him with Hopper. He was so mysterious and you wanted to know more about him. Any chance you tried to talk to him but something would always get in the way. You hoped he would like your present. All you knew is he was Russian, ex guard, helped Hopper escape and that he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. You decided to make him a cake, you researched about traditional Russian food and Medovik came up. It was tricky to make as you weren’t the best baker but you hoped he’d appreciate your efforts. There was also a small bottle of vodka with some shot glasses. As you reach the end be of the Byers street you could feel the vodka having an effect, you didn’t realise you’d drank a quarter of the bottle. Oops. You knock and the door waiting for an answer, butterflied start in your tummy. ‘Y/N, hi! Come in sweetie’ Joyce says opening the door. She brings you in for a hug, it’s warm and welcoming. ‘You okay?’ She asks looking concerned, she can tell you’ve been crying. A mum’s instinct. You nod, you don’t want to talk about it you’ll just cry again. You clear your throat as you speak, ‘so where’s the birthday boy?’ You say with a smile. ‘Dmitri, Hopper and Murray are just outside.’ She points through the back doors. You look out seeing them all talking and laughing. They all look so happy. Dmitri catches your eye though of course. He’s in a red top with some denim shorts and a drink in hand. He looks handsome. You smile to yourself. Joyce clears her throat and you turn to her, ‘want a drink?’ She asks. ‘Got one’ you raising the bottle and smiling. Joyce knows why your drinking. You only ever do when you’ve fallen out with your dad. She takes the bottle out your hand, ‘let’s get you a cup for it yeah?’ She says bringing you into the kitchen. You sit on the kitchen island as she pours some vodka in a cup with coke. She passes it to you and you down it. ‘You sure your okay?’ Joyce asks again. ‘I just don’t wanna talk about it. Don’t want ruin Dmitri’s birthday with my sob story’ you say pouring the vodka into the cup, no coke this time. ‘Just take it easy honey okay?’ She says running your back warmly. You nod and she leaves to join Hopper.

You watch the way they interact with one another. They are so perfect. ‘Y/N already getting the party started I see?’ You turn and see Eddie grabbing a beer from the fridge. ‘Always Munson’ you say bring the cup to your lips. He stands across from you opening his beer. You get into light conversation when an idea pops into your head. ‘Wanna play a game?’ You say filling your cup up. ‘That depends. What’d you have in mind?’ He replies. ‘Drinking one of course. C’mon let’s go join the others and see if they wanna play’ you stand up nearly loosing your balance. Eddie helps you stand straight. ‘Steady their Princess.’ He says with a smile. You make your way outside towards Steve, Nancy, Robin, Johnathan and Argyle. ‘Let me just say happy birthday to the birthday boy’ you slur your words to Eddie as he joins the group of teens. By this point you are pretty drunk. The bottle you brought was almost gone near enough. Events of earlier at home were hazy. You just wanted to forget. You make your way over to the group of adults. You stumble bumping into the back of Hopper, he turns to see you. ‘Hey kid, you all good?’ He asks with concern. ‘Hopper! Hi. I’m all good. Just coming over to wish the birthday boy well happy birthday!’ You say squeezing past to get to Dmitri. You stop in front of him and he’s smiling at you, you melt into his smile. ‘Happy birthday!’ You say waving your hands up in the air. ‘Why thank you Y/N, it appears you are enjoying yourself’ he says with a hint of concern. Everyone knew why you drank, it was no secret. They didn’t know all the details but they knew it was because of your dad. ‘Yup, it’s a great party! Happy birthday!’ You say again forgetting you’d said it. ‘Thank you Y/N’ he says with another dashing smile. Definitely the alcohol but you lean in and kiss his cheek then bring him in for a hug. You reach around his neck going on your tip toes and nuzzle into it. Dmitri processes what’s happening, it takes him a second but he hugs you back. You stay like that for a minute. The other adults looking at you both, Dmitri just shrugs his shoulders to them. ‘Hey Y/N! You coming?’ You hear Eddie shouting you. You our turn around, ‘oh yeah, I’m coming! Need to get more vodka first!’ You shout back. You turn back facing Dmitri, your faces inches apart. You feel his breath on yours. ‘You think it’s a good idea to drink more Y/N?’ Dmitri asks leaning his face away a bit. ‘Well it’s a party! Happy birthday!’ You say one more time, you go to kiss his cheek again but somehow miss and plant a quick peck on his lips. Taking you both by surprise. You quickly pull away giggling and making your way into the kitchen to get some more vodka

‘Shes clearly not okay’ Murray says breaking the silence of the group. ‘She needs to stop before she gets out of control’ Hopper says. ‘Well I think our Russian friend can help, she’s clearly taking a like to you’ Murray said with a smile. ‘Don’t be silly. She’s drunk. Plus she’s very young. I’m too old’ Dmitri says finishing his drink avoiding eye contact. ‘I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Even without a drink. So what she’s a bit younger. You deserve to be happy too’ Joyce says with a genuine smile. Dmitri doesn’t know what to say. No one does so nothing is said. ‘I need another drink’ Dmitri says leaving to go to the kitchen. ‘You’ve seen the way he looks at Y/N too right?’ Murray asks Joyce and Hopper. ‘I think they both have liked each other since they met’ Joyce states. ‘Well let’s wait and see. Shall we?’ Hopper says lighting up a cigarette.

You search high and low for more vodka, almost giving up until you find one hiding behind some bottles on the top shelf. You stretch up to reach but you’re too short. You drag the stool over and climb up to get the bottle. You’re so close, your fingers brush on it, ‘c’mon c’mon!’ You say getting on your tip toes. You reach and grab the bottle. ‘Ha! Gotcha!’ You dance to celebrate but as you dance you lose your balance. Your legs give way as you fall off the stool. Ready to meet the impact of the floor you brace yourself. But instead you’re not met with the hard floor but some arms. ‘Jesus Y/N. You okay?’ Dmitri says looking at you. You turn to look up. You giggle at yourself, ‘my hero! Thank you!’ You say feeling very happy with how close Dmitri is on you. ‘Fucking hell Y/N. What were you thinking?!’ Dmitri says not looking to impressed as he helps you stand back on the floor. You hold on to him arms for balance, you can feel his muscles through his top. ‘Well birthday boy. I was thinking about this!’ You say smiling widely with the bottle in your hand. Dmitri can’t help it as he lets out a laugh, you look so happy with yourself. ‘You are trouble. Now you gonna share that?’ He asks leaning in closer. ‘Of course. But with the others. We’re playing a game. Oh oh why don’t you join us! C’mon!’ You say begging him. ‘I don’t think you’d want this old man playing’ he says chuckling. You poke his chest, ‘your not old. C’mon it’ll be funny, what do you say Dadd-Dmitri?’ You slur the last two words and they blend together. Daddy? Did you just almost call me daddy? Is all Dmitri is thinking. His dick twitched in his boxers. He can’t go out there now. ‘Maybe later I will join you’ he brings his hand to your cheek stroking it with his thumb. You nuzzle into his warm touch. ‘Don’t be too long birthday boy. Still need to give you your presents’ say winking. ‘Presents? You shouldn’t have’ Dmitri’s says. ‘Of course I did! There’s two in the bag and the other is a surprise!’ you say turning to take his hand off your face. Dmitri watches speechless as your take his hand under your skirt feeling your bare pussy. He can feel the wetness. He tenses and bites his lip. ‘ебать’ (fuck) he whispers. You lean into his ear. ‘That’s the surprise’ Just let that you walk back into the garden smiling to yourself with the bottle of vodka. Dmitri stands in the kitchen alone trying to process what just happened

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anniemae21 · 2 years ago

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yunojeyes · 3 years ago

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Their S/O Being A Gold Medalist Figure Skater

NCT DREAM reaction to you (their s/o) being a gold medalist figure skater. Pairing : Dream x reader

Genre: fluff

Masterlist: here

Fic recs: YuuYuu2

a/n: Please note that all of this is fictional and the personalities of the characters are made specifically for the story! Please do not copy the story and post it elsewhere or on Tumblr!

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Mark

"Have you seen y/n's new performance?" Mark read out after choosing a suitable filter for his ig live. "Of course, my baby's great isn't she? Please leave her lots of positive comments, it makes her cute cheeks turn pink whenever I read it to her, she's so cute." Mark chuckles as he ruffled his hair. "Did you guys see her quadruple-axle, apparently it's really hard to do like really really hard to do and my y/n just did it as if it was nothing, damn." Mark beamed with a wide smile on his face at the thought of you.

"Mark, I saw you at the arena last time but I was too shy to say hello especially with y/n being there, you guys look so good." Mark read out as he gasped, "you should've said hi, my y/n would've loved that, although she would be shy but she'd talk about it for at least 3 days after that, she gets so excited about people acknowledging her work." Mark giggled, remembering the last time a fan approached you and asked Mark to help take a picture of you and the fan. "We actually have a celebratory lunch soon for y/n's recent gold medal so, I actually have to get ready now to pick her up at her rink, bye guys, don't forget to send love to y/n and her performances!" Mark bid them goodbye as he ended the live.

Renjun

"Look baby, what do you think, yellow or blue?" Renjun asked while showing you his sketch of your next outfit for your performance. "Yellow, jun, isn't this a little too long?" you asked pointing at the skirt that reached below your knees. "Well, I didn't want you to get cold so I need to have the skirt be longer." He explained, pouting at your smiling figure. "That's very thoughtful of you baby, but I prefer short flowy dresses," you said while caressing his cheek, "I love the pattern though, and silk, my favorite garment."

He smiled cheekily, "Okay, I'll adjust the dress, I'll prepare warm jasmine tea for when you get back, Oh! and I have something else to show you." He giddily said as he ran to his room to take it and show you. "baby! look, aren't you so pretty" Jun asked as he showed you his painting of your recent performance, your smile widened as you took in all the details, "Junnie, this is so pretty, thank you so much" you said as you hugged him, Renjun kissing your temple.

Hyuck

"Welcome to Johnny's Communication Center, today I am here with the infamous y/n's boyfriend, Lee Haechan!" Johnny announced as Hyuck jumped into the frame practically buzzing with excitement, "Would you like to tell the czennies where we're headed to right now Hyuck?" Johnny asked as Hyuck nodded, "We are headed to-" he started, "In English" Johnny added, "Okay.. we are right now..going to the arena to watch my girlfriend y/n uh- ice skating, yes, very beautiful, very perfect." He said with a bright smile on his face.

"Haechan actually invited all 23 members to watch with us at the arena, but most of them are either overseas or having schedules, so they're gonna watch it online." Johnny explained, turning the camera to face Hyuck who was skipping towards the entrance of the arena, flashing his VVIP tickets, "You're jealous aren't you czennies, you can't get a VVIP ticket!" Hyuck teased as he stuck his tongue out. Johnny chuckled as he shook his head at Hyuck's antics, "Hyuck actually brought a lot of stuff to throw into the rink and a gift to give y/n after the performance." Johnny pointed out as Hyuck waved the bags at the camera.

Jeno

"Hyung, y/n noona was so cool last night, she did a quadruple spin thingy!" Jisung exclaimed as the comments section becomes filled with praises and amazement for your performance last night that allowed you to win the gold medal. Jeno smiled his samoyed smile as he chuckled with pride, "yea she is, last night she was telling me about how nervous she was but it all worked out in the end." he explained as some comments were talking about her shaking hands.

"Jisung is actually a big fan of y/n so he's very lucky that y/n's dating Jeno cuz he can get autographs and tickets easily, like last night's performance." Jaemin commented as he looked through the photos he'd taken during your performance. "Babe" You called out, having just come back after your practice for next week's performance, "oh, baby you’re here" Jeno said as he walked to you with open arms and going out of frame to engulf you in his warm embrace, "should I massage your feet? it must've been a tiring day for my y/n hm?" Jeno suggested as he kissed your nose, you hummed in agreement as you snuggled your face in his nape, "We'll be heading back first guys, see you tomorrow!” you and Jeno waved at Jaemin and Jisung who nodded in understanding.

Jaemin

"Jaemin-ssi, we all know that y/n your girlfriend is very famous and has successfully done one of the hardest moves that a professional figure skater could do (I don't know much about figure skating so don't attack me) how has your relationship been so far, because a lot of people have said that y/n is a pretty cold and closed off person?" The interviewer asked as Jaemin nodded in acknowledgement, the dreamies nodding with him as it was pretty difficult at first to get close to you and they knew how long it took you and Jaemin to get together.

"Well, my y/n is a sweetheart so our relationship is great, we love each other a lot and she's very considerate, especially since I usually take care of the dreamies, it's nice to have someone take care of me instead." Jaemin explained with a smile on his face a the thought of your nagging tone with your eyebrows furrowed when he got sick from waiting out in the rain for your favorite bakery to open just to surprise you. "And this is a very popular question, have you ever asked her to teach you ice skating?" The interviewer asked, "yeah, I used to do roller skating so it was easier to learn ice skating but my y/n really has a talent for the sport." Jaemin said as he chuckled remembering his real intentions, which was obviously using these one on one lessons as a disguise to cuddle you and watch you ice skate.

Chenle

"baby, I saw these new blades for ice skating and it says that famous figure skaters have been using them, do you want a pair?" Chenle asked as he scrolled through naver while laying on your chest, looking up at you who was playing with his hair. "Well, it's not something I need Lele, I still have those blades you bought me last time." You said as you kissed his forehead, he sat up, holding your cheeks with his warm hands. "Baby, but you could have newer and sharper blades." He exclaimed as he rubbed your cheeks, you smiled with your cheeks mushed together, "I don't need new blades Lele" you mumbled but he shook his head in disagreement.

"How about the new Chanel luggage thing that you can use for your shoes and equipment when you go for practices or performances?" He asked, eager to get you something as he'd taken an interest in buying equipment for your sport. You chuckled as you caressed his hair, "If that's what makes you happy then I don't mind it Lele." You whispered as your noses touched one another's. "I sent a picture of your medals, trophies and I sent videos of your performances to the dreamies group, they're so jealous baby." Chenle said undoubtedly ruining the lovely-dovey moment as you both bursted out laughing.

Jisung

"Jisung oppa have you seen y/n's recent interview, she mentioned you as her biggest supporter!" Hyuck read out as a bunch of comments about the interview filled the live chat. Meanwhile, Jisung's cheeks turned pink as he remembered what you had said about him in the interview, "yea I saw it, she's very sweet, she told me about it before it aired when I visited her." Jisung said as he rubbed the back on his neck in embarrassment, "OoOoOh our Jisung is a big boy already, he brings snacks to his girlfriend's practices how swEET!" Jaemin exclaimed as he shook Jisung's shoulders.

"Jisung oppa, it feels like we subscribed to y/n instead, I love it, it's like a double subscription." Hyuck read out as he gasped, "Do you send messages about y/n," Jisung blushed and pulled the hem of his hoodie up to cover his red face, "AHH our baby JISUNG!" Hyuck squealed in Jisung's ear as he hugged him tightly. "Please support and show love to my y/n, czennies!" Jisung said, his hyungs squealing at his endearing message and use of "my y/n".

Original Work Of: @yunojeyes

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angelicamerlinbarnes · 3 years ago

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I just really think Remus Lupin is a ballerina okay AU

Remus Lupin has been doing ballet since he was four. He was exuberant and flashy at first, but after his first teacher, Greyback, molested and abused him, he is quiet and reserved. He prefers to dance by himself and does not speak to anyone inside or outside of the class. He wears pink material and is the best dancer in the school, but everyone is more terrified of him than they are jealous. He has sad eyes and soft hair, but prominent scars (both self-inflicted and from Greyback and accidents) cover his freckled skin. He’s a mystery, but no one wants to solve him.

He lives with his roommate and only friend, Severus Snape, who is a writer. He spins out films and novels and poems by the hundreds, especially inspired by the rain. Remus and Severus will often spend rainy days together in their apartment, with Severus typing furiously and scribbling while Remus dances to Hozier and Lana Del Rey off to the side. Sometimes when Remus will have nightmares, Severus will hold him and sing Russian lullabies until he falls asleep. Severus smokes lazily and wears subdued flower and gothic dresses that show off his jutting hips and collar bones. Having escaped an abusive father and a dead mother, he and Remus bond over their shit parents, with Remus’ father being neglectful and his mother kind but catatonic. Their neighbors think they’re witches, but they’re alright with that.

They both have to work to pay the bills, so while Severus works with preschoolers, Remus works as an assistant for a terrifying professor named Grindelwald at the university. He’s a reformed felon who’s always glowering, and there are rumors he’s Dumbledore’s husband, who is Remus’ mysterious ballet teacher with the twinkling eyes. But no one has the guts to ask him - it’s unknown what he was locked up for, and nobody wants to risk that it was irrational homicide. He mostly ignores Remus though, and doesn’t mind if Remus reads or dances while he works, so Remus doesn’t think he’s too bad.

One day Remus is grading some papers for Grindelwald when Lily Evans walks in, a vision in a white floral lace flowing vest and an across-the-shoulders dark blue dress, a brown belt around her waist and matching ankle boots coming up over creme knee-high knit socks, a black hat on her head. There’s a camera around her neck and her smile is beautiful, surrounded by her freckles, and she and Remus hit it off immediately. She asks if he can spare some time to be her model for the day, and he agrees. They’re hanging out in the park and laughing when Severus walks over, having finished work. The moment he and Lily lay eyes on each other, something happens, something magical, and Remus can see it in both of their smiles as they exchange shy hellos.

Lily starts to hang around them, her and Severus teetering on the edge of something. Remus nudges Severus until he’s brave enough to ask her out, and their first date is in the park where they met, sitting on a bench in the rain and watching the birds. Remus is pretty sure they’re gonna get married one day.

To keep himself busy while his two friends fall in love, Remus escapes to the dance school, dancing alone to Lana Del Rey in an empty room when the door creaks open and he hears, “Wow.” He turns around and smiles, taking in the sight of James Potter, an old school friend who left for Julliard and he hasn’t seen in years. James laughs, pulling him into a hug, and Remus lets him, tangling his hands in James’ curls and grinning when James presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. James tells him he’s been enjoying a gap year before going to search for a job as a back-up dancer for Taylor Swift, to which Remus giggles and tells him he’ll be great. James beams, and pulls Remus along, saying he has to meet James’ best friend-partner-person. Remus agrees, and changes back into his flowing white dress decorated in bees and black flats, tucking spruce leaves in his hair before taking James’ hand and following him out.

At James’ apartment, he calls out, “Babe! I’m home!” Remus watches as Sirius Black comes skidding down the hall, dazzling in a sparkling black croptop with gold touches and a raggedy sheer maroon skirt that falls just above his spiky combat boots. With white and gold dahlias in his hair, he’s the most beautiful thing Remus has ever seen, and he stares as James pecks Sirius on the mouth, coming away with dark red lipstick stains. When Sirius looks up at Remus, his eyes twinkling, and Remus reaches out a hesitant hand, which Sirius takes. “Hi,” he breathes, and Sirius laughs, loud and bright. He leans in and kisses Remus’ cheek. “Hello, beautiful,” he says sweetly, wrapping an arm around Remus’ waist. “James has told me all about you, love.” Remus blushes, unable to stop smiling even as Sirius pulls away at James’ indignant “Oi!” and doesn’t touch him again. Sirius is the love of his life - he doesn’t know how, but it’s something he just somehow knows, the feeling taking root in his chest and sprouting flowers.

Sirius, as it turns out, is James’ roommate and queerplatonic partner. He ran away from his abusive home and is taking commissions as an artist. Mostly he draws wolves, dogs, rats, deers, doves, snakes, and cats. He affectionately calls Remus Moony, insisting his scars look like something were bit him and his eyes are the fierce amber of a wolf’s. Sirius in turn is called Padfoot, for his doglike energy and loving nature, while James is dubbed Prongs for being a dumbass who continually forgets he’s too big to fit in small spaces and gets lost in the woods almost every weekend. Remus never wants to stop hanging out with them, and learns to spend hours shopping at the vintage shop where Sirius works, the two of them falling for each other fast while James reclaims them as his partners in love as in life. And Remus is so, so happy.

While he’s busy falling in love with Sirius, Lily has moved in with him and Severus. Remus doesn’t mind, and tells Severus he’s thinking of making a home with Sirius and James. Severus hugs him and tells him he’s proud of him, suggesting they hang out that day just the two of them, like old times. Remus agrees, and lets Severus take him to the cafe where Lily works. In the corner of the shop is Regulus Black, a boy drenched in hoodies and coats that Remus and Severus buy free food and drinks for. Regulus thanks them profusely, and they all make small talk until Remus makes a comment that Regulus looks like Remus’ boyfriend Sirius, to which Regulus starts crying, explaining that Sirius is his older brother and he’s been trying to find him for years but gave up looking when their shit parents died and Sirius was nowhere to be found at the funeral. Remus offers to take him home, and Severus kisses Remus on the forehead before heading off to find Lily.

On the way there, they stop at the bakery and accept some free cupcakes from Peter Pettigrew, who owns the bakery with his elusive partner. Regulus, as it turns out, is homeless, and has been trying to make it on his busking money alone. But while he’s fairly lovely at singing, it’s not enough to buy anything concrete. As they eat, Regulus also tells Remus about Amir Levis, a librarian who lets him stay at the library. Remus exclaims that he already knows Amir, who helps Remus remember his pills and doctor’s appointments and always has a spare wheelchair and some tea for him just in case. Regulus admits to having a crush on Amir, but he’s too scared to do anything about it. Remus assures him he and Sirius will help him with it, and just like that they’re on their way.

At home, Remus smiles softly at the sight of Sirius and James entwined on the couch and says, “Look who I found.” At the sight of Regulus, Sirius shoves James to the floor in his haste to stand up, taking Regulus’ face in his hands and searching his eyes for answers. “You got out?” He says, breathless. “Really? You’re alright?” Regulus smiles sheepishly. “Of course I did, Siri,” he whispers. “You think I was gonna let you have all the fun?” Sirius tears up and tugs him close, rocking back and forth as the two of them mumble apologies and love confessions into each other’s necks and shoulders and hair. Remus gravitates towards James, kissing him with a smile before pulling him out of the apartment, saying they should leave the brothers alone.

Remus takes the opportunity to introduce James to Severus and Lily, who are immediately taken with him. They offer to watch him for the afternoon while Remus goes to therapy with Maxwell Needles, a counselor with magenta hair who talks to Remus about life, his accident, his trauma, Greyback, his suicidal tendencies, anxiety, PTSD, and depression. Remus also takes the chance to pick up Sirius and James’ ADHD medication, Peter’s OCD prescription, Lily’s bipolar medication, Severus’ schizophrenia suppressors, and a few books on autism (for Severus), Tourette’s (for Lily), and eating disorders (for James and, Remus suspects somehow, Regulus). Max is delighted to see him with so many friends, and says they’ll bring Peter over sometime for dinner. Though he’s not sure where that would happen since he’s torn between two homes right now, Remus agrees with a smile and bids the skater kid in the checkered jeans goodbye.

Back at school, Remus spends his afternoons in conversation with Mcgonogall, the waltz teacher who takes care of him. She’d adopted him when his parents died and he tries to stick around, asking advice about Sirius and James and whether moving in with them is a good idea. Mcgonogall says she thinks it is, and that she knows Sirius is a kind young man. As it is, he calls her Minnie, and knows her as a friend and a grandmother of sorts, since she helped him when he first ran away to James’ house. Remus is content with continuing the conversation but is interrupted by a phone call telling him Sirius, James, and Regulus have been jailed for a fist fight on the street.

Remus goes to pick them up, where he meets Bellatrix Lestrange, an abusive cousin of Sirius and Regulus who took particular joy out of torturing Sirius, who she almost killed once. She’s also been known to abuse children, especially those of the poor. Also in jail are Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, a couple married only in spirit who keep having miscarriages and take their abusive anger out on each other and strangers. Their landlord, Voldemort, had demanded unconventional payments and they’d been essentially enslaved to him for years, only escaping his cultist grasp by means of murder, which is why they’re here now.

Remus sees James holding Regulus close and whispering to him as he kisses the cuts and bruises on his face in the corner of the cell, but says nothing about it, kissing Sirius hello. The four of them go home together, and as soon as Regulus is asleep Remus tells James and Sirius that he wants to make a home with them someday, just not right now. They laugh and smile and tell him they’re ready when he is and that they love him, and Remus thinks, Things are good.

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fairyoftbz · 4 years ago

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🎄Day 15 of the Christmas project🎄

"Are you ready, honey?” Sangyeon asked from the hall, replacing a lock of hair that had fallen to his forehead from lack of gel. Pushing it away with two fingers, he turned to the stairwell, awaiting your arrival. "I'm coming, just finishing this..." your voice trailed off in your concentration as you applied a final coat of mascara, your mouth hanging open as you gently brushed your lashes. Once this task was complete, you capped the tube before leaving it on your dressing table, turning off the light before going down the stairs, leading you directly to your boyfriend. The latter was still looking at himself in the mirror, the hand in his hair immediately stopping after you appeared in the reflection. You wore a pretty grey, black and white skater skirt and a Christmas sweater, your hair pulled up in a nice bun, leaving your neck open and adorned with a gold necklace. The mouth of your partner dropped abruptly, his eyes widening as he turned to face you.

“You look so beautiful,” are the only words he managed to utter as he stared at you, feeling the blush on your cheeks as his beautiful eyes took pleasure in studying you. Getting closer to you, he hugged your waist before placing a kiss on your temple, being careful not to ruin your makeup. You smiled as you smoothed down the fold of his suit before kissing him quickly on the lips, letting out a chuckle when you see a faint tint on your boyfriend's lips. You wiped it with your thumb, and he puckered his lips, his tongue darting out against your finger, making you laugh. "Okay, let's go, or we're gonna be late, and you know how much my mom hates latecomers," you took his hand and grabbed the car keys that were hanging off the wall, Sangyeon shutting the main door with a double turn before sitting at the wheel.

The trip to your parents' house went off without a hitch, just a little scare when Sangyeon didn't see a patch of ice under some snow. However, he handled the situation like a pro by stepping the wheel to the left, getting you back on the road properly, letting out a sigh of relief as you were safe again. Sangyeon followed your directions to your childhood home, pulled up in the driveway in front of the garage and turned off the ignition. Keeping his hands on the wheel, he sighed, hearing a hint of apprehension in his body. You turned your head to look at him, placing a reassuring hand on his forearm, your gesture forcing him to look at you.

"It's going to be fine, don't worry too much. I'm sure they'll love you," smiling at him before kissing his cheek, Sangyeon chuckled very briefly as his hands fidgeted in fear. He was about to meet your family, taking this big step with you made him very uneasy. He knew that if he made a first bad impression, he would have no way of making up for it. He didn't want to screw up because you were really important to his eyes, and he couldn't afford to make a single mistake, because you were simply perfect when you met his parents last weekend.

"Just be yourself, that's how they're gonna really like you the best," he turned his head towards you and took a deep breath as if he wanted to cheer himself up and nodded, his hand on the car handle. You got out of the car at the same time, the front door of the house opening on your father and your older brother, the latter having his arms crossed against his chest. You took your boyfriend's hand and squeezed it discreetly, assuring him that he needn't to panic. "Here you are, children!" Come in, come in!" your father greeted with a wide smile, warmly shaking your boyfriend's hand as you hugged your brother. "If he ever hurts you, I'm smashing his face in," he whispered in your ear, and you gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder. "Get to know him before judging him, we've been together for a long time," you whispered against his chest before letting go of his grip, hearing your mother come from the living room.

"Oh, boys, you could've waited for me to greet them! Oh my darling, how stunning you are! And you are Sangyeon, right? Welcome loves, just come in,” your mother hugged you and kissed your temple, your father stepping aside to let the rest of the family in. "He's a very lovely gentleman," your mother whispered as you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment, glad that Sangyeon had made a first positive impression on your mother. She pulled you into the kitchen, asking you about how you were as your boyfriend walked into the living room, your brother and father on his heels. He sat down on the couch and pleadingly looked at you one last time before you disappeared into the kitchen, leaving him like a puppy with two adult Dobermans.

"What did you say to the boys before we got there? They're going to scare Sangyeon away no sooner said than done," you said, looking distractedly behind you, hearing the male voices coming from the living room. "No, no, I didn't tell them anything, I just don't think your brother is too pleased that you are bringing a man home…" your mother's voice trailed off as she concentrated on placing the appetisers on a tray, his words making you frown. "So he has the right to bring a girl home without me saying anything, but he's not happy when I bring someone like Sangyeon home? He's not a guy I picked randomly, we've been together for a while, and I love him,” folding your arms across your chest in annoyance, your mother waved her hand in front of her face. "Don't worry too much Y/N, he's your big brother, he's just being protective," you shook your head before suddenly opening the fridge, grabbing two beers, a bottle of sparkling water and champagne before heading to the living room.

Sangyeon didn't seem too comfortable, and there was a reason for it. Your brother still hadn't uncrossed his arms and was looking at your boyfriend intensely, enough to make him uneasy. When you appeared out of the kitchen, he smiled like a man who saw an oasis as he had just crossed the desert. You beamed at him in the most reassuring way you could, trying not to let him know that he shouldn't stress too much. Your brother could indeed be extremely - too - protective because of some guys who broke your heart many years ago, but Sangyeon had nothing to do with them. He was kind, attentive, and most of all, he loved and cared for you.

"Here," you sharply handed the beer to your brother, uncapping your father's because of his premature degenerative joint disease. "Thanks, Y/N," your father said before you took a close seat next to Sangyeon, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh. You felt his muscle relax at your touch, sending him a quiet smile as your mother arrived with drinks and homemade snacks.

The rest of the day went off without a problem, your mother sending your brother regularly to the kitchen to stop harassing Sangyeon with questions, the latter not feeling reassured when he was with you and your parents at the table.

"Your brother is worse than a detective, he should work for the secret service," Sangyeon took the opportunity that you are alone together at the table to speak to you with more freedom. You put a hand on the middle of his back and rubbed it gently, feeling his heart pounding under your palm. "I know, and I'm sorry… he still has the bad memories of the last men I brought home. He thinks I only date toxic people, so he's worried about me. No matter how much I tell him that I have matured and that I'm cautious about my heart and my dates, he still doesn't want to hear anything,” you sighed, trying to explain your brother's behaviour without taking his defence, your soft voice contrasting with the words that came out of your mouth. You smiled and looked up when the rest of your family walked into the living room again, your parents smiling big at your boyfriend. Your brother's eyes fixed on your linked hands, but your mother nudged him to stop making such a fuss.

"It was super nice to have us, we're gonna be soon, right honey?" "Yeah, we've got a long way to go home," he agreed before clearing his throat. Your mum seemed sad that you were leaving so quickly, but she understood that you still had some way to go, since you didn’t live next door. Your parents got up from the couch, and you imitated them, hugging your mom while your dad shook hands with a big, enthusiastic smile on his lips. “Sangyeon, I enjoyed meeting you. You're welcome home at any time, come back with Y/N whenever you want!" A veil of relief appeared on your boyfriend's face, who smiled very lively at your father. "Likewise, I had a fantastic evening meeting everyone," you sent a knowing smile to your mother, who winked at you. "I have never seen you so happy and comfortable with a man, it's nice to see you with such a big smile on your face. Keep him close to you, he's a good guy, I can feel it," your mother added, cupping your face before kissing your cheek. "Mother's instinct?" You asked with a slight smile, watching out of the corner of your eye as it was your brother's turn to shake Sangyeon's hand. "Text us when you get home, loves!" Your mom yelled from the doorway, wrapped in her cardigan, waving as your boyfriend reversed the car onto the road. You waved goodbye to them one last time before driving off, feeling that Sangyeon was relaxing more and more as you moved away from your parents' house.

“Congratulations honey, you passed the test!" You exclaimed teasingly, your man letting out a huge sigh that made you laugh, looking like he had held his breath as soon as he stepped through the door of the family home. "Are you sure because I don't know if your brother is-" "Stop with him, my parents love you, that's what matters. My brother is a very sceptical person, you also glare when your big sister brings a man home." "Yeah, there is good reason to, she's hanging out with some weird guys." "Well, imagine I was doing the same thing before I met you, so he had to show my exes not to hurt me," you explained, Sangyeon sped onto the highway.

"But has he ever hit one of your exes?" He asked with concern, the question burning his tongue since you told him everything about your brother, making you laugh softly. "Yes, it has happened a few times," you nodded and saw your boyfriend thickly swallow and slowly grow pale. "I'm kidding love! He just threatened them, nothing too serious," laughing out loud at your boyfriend's frightened face, he shook his head and grabbed your thigh to give it a gentle squeeze. "Stop playing pranks on me like that, it's not funny." "You should have seen your face, it was amazing," you chuckled, and he shook his head again before looking at you for a brief moment. "Wait till we get home, he who laughs last laughs longest." "Is this a threat ?" you quizzed with a smirk, your boyfriend chuckling. "Maybe… or an invitation for a good time," you exchanged a teasing glance before you nudge his face with your forefinger to make him focus on the road, the hand on your thigh innocently stroking your skin, going back and forth, each time going a little higher.

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psychovigilantewrites · 5 years ago

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Baby Bird- Rewrite

Pairing: Jason Todd/Reader

Genre: SMUT

Word count: 5296

Summary: This is a rewrite of my first ever fic! I didn’t really incorporate the whole Baby Bird thing in this one, and i did change a lot of it, though the story is still very similar to each other. I’m pretty proud of it! Let me know what you guys think!

You can find the original on my Masterlist

Read it on Ao3

Kofi

You had a relatively good relationship with most of your brothers.

You loved watching rom-coms with Dick when you both got the time, and he was always there to lend you an ear. He was the first person whom you truly loved unconditionally, as he brought you out of your shell when Bruce first found you and took you in.

Tim was a bit harder, but mostly because he was shy. You didn’t really have many things in common with Tim except that the both of you were more business savvy than the rest. The two of you were the main attractions during Wayne Enterprises’ functions, and you would even share projects together.

Damian was a tough nut to crack, but after he came in, it only took you a couple months before he started showing you that he didn’t mind you. Scratch that- you were pretty sure that you were his favorite. Everyone else treated him like he wanted to be treated, an adult. But you maintained a perfect balance of shaking his hand business-like when you meet him, and spoiling him with hugs and kisses he pretends to hate.

You never had brothers before, but you were sure that the ones you had now were as perfect as brothers could ever be.

But then there was Jason.

You didn’t see him as someone you loved brotherly, someone you relied on, or someone you shared hugs and kisses with. That’s because for some reason, he hated you.

Well, hate was a strong word. Maybe he just really disliked you.

In fact- he disliked you so much that he would try to avoid you as much as possible. You tried so hard to get on his good side. Read the same books he did just so you could have something to talk about, even took his side whenever he argued with the boys or Bruce.

In which he would respond with a gruff “I don’t need your help.”

You were at a loss. All you wanted was to be close to him. Maybe cuddle up with him on the sofa, leaning against his hard body. Maybe feel his large, thick, magnificent hands resting on your thigh whenever he sat next to you during dinners. Maybe brush your lips against his chapped, pink-

Whatever his problem was, it made you frustrated.

***

“Where are you going?” Jason glared at you from the living room. He was lying down on the sofa with his feet up, peeking at you from behind his book.

You blinked your eyes in surprise. He hardly ever initiated conversation with you. Perhaps he was finally warming up to you? You tried to hide your smile as you walked closer to him from the staircase.

“I’m going to see someone,” you answered and smiled sweetly at him, trying your best not to agitate him in any way.

“Who?” he frowned, sitting upright.

You tried to hide your surprise again. Two questions in a row? He must be in a good mood.

“Uhm, Ray,” you replied, “We take the same class in college.”

“Why are you wearing that?” he shot a dirty look.

This time, you frowned and looked down at yourself. You were only wearing a tight baby doll t-shirt with a skater skirt that went up to your mid-thigh.

“Uh, I always wear stuff like this,” you told him.

“No, you don’t,” he narrowed his eyes at you, judging you from top to bottom.

You felt a bit offended. Was he really questioning your sense in fashion?

You wanted to bite back, but refrained from doing so. You really didn’t want to get even further on his bad side.

“You’re right,” you forced a grin, “Maybe my choice in fashion tonight is a bit odd. I think I’ll change my sneakers to flats. What do you think?”

“It’s not the shoes,” he rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Do what you want.”

And he went back to his book.

You stood there in silence, mouth slightly ajar, confused as to what happened. Before you could gather your thoughts and say something, your phone rang.

“That’s me,” you announced, “I’m going now.”

Jason didn’t answer.

***

The date went well. Ray was a cute guy. His olive eyes complimented his tanned skin, his chestnut hair falling in soft locks around his sharp, angular face. He was polite as well, even walking you up to the door from his car.

“I had a good time, Ray, thank you,” you giggled, slightly buzzed from the cocktails he bought you.

“Me too,” he smiled, flashing a set of perfect white teeth. “You look so pretty tonight, did I mention that?”

“Yes, like five times,” you laughed, slapping his chest. “I’m glad you think so. My brother basically snorted at my fashion choice.”

“What, this skirt?” he widened his eyes, pulling you closer by the waist. “This skirt drove me crazy all night.”

“Your damn flirting drove me crazy all night,” you purred, snaking your arms behind his neck.

“I’ve been thinking of kissing you,” he admitted, his voice turning low. “Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t reply. Instead, you tiptoed and crashed your lips against his, eliciting a deep and guttural moan from him. His hands slid from your waist down to your ass, bunching up your skirt with every squeeze.

Suddenly, he was gone.

You blinked a couple of times before realising what had happened.

“Get the fuck off her,” you heard a familiar snarl.

Jason had ripped Ray off from you, causing him to stumble backwards. You were speechless, mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“Jason!” you hissed, “Ray, I’m so sorry. This is my brother, Jason.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he chuckled nervously.

“Adoptive brother,” he corrected you.

That made your chest tighten.

“Ray is my date tonight,” you told Jason, ignoring his previous statement, “He was just saying goodbye.”

“Well?” Jason crossed his arms, “Say goodbye, then.”

“Uh, it’d be nice if we had some privacy,” you tried to tell him.

“No,” he simply stated, looking straight at Ray as if sizing him up, daring him to do something.

“Jason-”

“Get scarce, or I’ll break your jaw,” he growled.

“O-okay,” Ray surrendered, “Going now. Bye, I guess.”

And he half walked half ran to his car without waiting for your answer.

You just watched him silence as he drove off, and then turned to Jason angrily.

“What the hell was that?” you barked, shoving him aside to enter the manor.

“He had his hands all over you,” he replied coldly.

“So?” you argued, “I’m an adult, Jason. I can sleep around with guys if I want to.”

You thought you saw his jaw clench.

“You can’t,” he grit.

“Excuse me?”

“You. Can’t,” he repeated.

Now, you know Jason had some anger problems, what with the Pit and daddy issues and all that. And you have seen him throw his tantrums. Whether it was breaking chairs, or beating people up. If you lived with Jason Peter Todd, you knew how destructive he could be.

And you knew it wasn’t his fault. You knew that he was constantly trying to be better, which was why he moved back into the manor in the first place. To be with family, hoping that the company and care and attention would help his mental state.

Yet, against all your inner voices screaming at you to stop, against all you rationality, you couldn’t help but provoke him even more, because you were just fucking sick and tired with him treating you like shit when you had tried so hard to be nice to him.

“All this while you refuse to acknowledge me as your sister, you ignore me, push me away, fucking criticize my choice of clothes,” you seethed, “And now you’re telling me that I can’t do whatever the fuck I want with my own body?”

“You can do whatever you want,” he replied, “I just won’t let you.”

“Let me?” you repeated, “Let me?! Who the fuck are you? Because you’re obviously trying very hard to not be my brother!”

“Fucking hell, listen to yourself!” he groaned, “Spouting all this brother, sister crap! I know you try your goddamn best to fill whatever void you have with this family shit, but you want to know the hard and honest truth?”

He stalked towards you, jaw set and mouth in a thin line before leaning in close and saying the harsh words in a dead voice, “I will never think of you as my sister.”

Your breath stuttered then. If it was any other situation, it would have been because he was so close to you that you could feel his warm breath on your face. But this time, it was because you were trying hard to force back the tears into your eyes.

Did he really hate you that much?

Instead of asking him that direct question, you tested his patience even more.

“Just because your own mother betrayed you, doesn’t mean the rest of the world will,” you lashed out, “But you know what? I can see why she did it.”

And you regretted every single word you said the moment it came out of your mouth.

You saw Jason’s expression change, from the stable frustration before, into a flash of white hot anger. He was shaking, his nose flaring, his hands in fists.

“I- I-” you stuttered, “I didn’t mean-”

Before you registered what had happened, you jumped when you heard a loud bang!

In the raging anger he felt, Jason punched a large crack into the old wooden wall of the mansion, and then stormed off, kicking a vase down in the process of walking up the stairs. The final noise you heard from Jason was his door slamming shut.

Fuck.

You were a horrible person for saying that. The guilt crept in as you realised how harsh your words were.

Well, it wasn’t like he was nice to you either.

Still, he didn’t stoop so low as to bring up your painful past and use it against you.

Sighing, you argued with yourself in your head as you walked up the staircase to go to your own room. Jason’s room was just down the hall from yours, and you hesitated in front of your room, considering that maybe you should go and apologize.

With a deep breath, you head over to his door and raised your knuckles to knock, but midway, just a split second before you hit the wood, you noticed that the door was open by a teeny tiny crack.

And a tired moan coming from inside.

You froze, fist still in the air, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.

Another moan, and the sound of the springs of his bed creaking.

No. No, no, no, you weren’t supposed to be there. You weren’t supposed to be listening in on his private, intimate moment.

You felt a tingle between your thighs.

Fuck, and you most definitely were not supposed to get turned on either.

Yet, at the back of your head you couldn’t help but add this piece of information like you would a note on a calendar.

Jason Peter Todd jacked off when he was angry.

Your brain told you to run, because what you were doing was wrong, an invasion, perverted. But despite your rational thinking, your feet were still glued right in front of his door, ears hypersensitive, straining to pick up every sound you could.

You closed your eyes and breathed in deep. Okay. You recollected yourself. Now it was time to go and maybe release your frustrations in the same way- but in your own bed with your door locked.

But as soon as you made to move, something else held you back that made you lose all your senses.

Another moan coming from Jason’s room, but this time it was your name.

He moaned your name.

You froze on the spot then, morals thrown out the window, you carefully inched closer to the gap between the door, straining your ear even more.

“Fuck, fucking bitch, fuck,” he panted.

Jason wasn’t terribly loud, but it was obvious that he was trying to restrain himself from being too noisy. After all, you all lived in a house full of vigilantes with trained heightened senses.

Now you were scared of being heard, because though you were only listening in, you could feel your breaths getting heavier and heavier, not unlike Jason’s.

And you kept on listening.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out loud, “Teasing people with that- hnngh- fucking skirt. Fuck!”

You accidentally let out a soft giggle, before clamping your palm against your mouth. You wanted to run away in fear that you were heard, but once you ran away, you knew you wouldn’t find it in you to come back and listen.

So you stayed your ground.

“Tight fucking shirt,” he continued, and you knew you were safe.

Huh.

Jason Peter Todd also liked to ramble while he jacked off.

At least now you knew why he hated your outfit so much. Who knew it was because he felt like he was being teased?

You were becoming more amused by the second, because hell- this was the guy who had his walls up so high, the same guy who refused to share anything remotely personal with anyone, and to see him crumble down and fuck his fist-

He let out a long, deep groan- and fuck.

Fuck.

Did the sounds of his cock get even wetter?

You needed to see him.

You decided to get on your hands and knees on the floor, thinking that standing up would cast more shadows and make it a bit more obvious that someone was outside the door listening in. So you crouched and tried to make yourself seem as small as possible.

You pushed the door very very lightly, hoping that the hinges didn’t creak.

Now you had a view of Jason, who was lying down on his back, his dark blue t-shirt riding up to his chest. Your eyes trailed down to the deep V that went down to his body, a small patch of his happy trail, his grey sweatpants hitched down to his knees, and his perfect, thick, swollen cock hard in his fist, glistening wet.

You sucked in a sharp breath at the view, feeling your panties getting soiled by the second.

Have you ever been that horny in your life? Probably not.

Jason was brutally fucking his fist, and fuck, even though the view was less than perfect because you were too scared to push the door open wider, you could see how fucking tight he was gripping his shaft.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed, “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

The rustling of his movements, the heavy stuttering breathing, the slick sounds.

You tried to resist, you really did.

But then, he raised his palm to his mouth and fucking spat onto it loudly, fucking filthily before going back down to continue.

That’s it. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You lifted up your skirt and pushed your panties aside, sliding a finger in between your folds and biting your lip so you don’t moan.

So you don’t run inside his room and beg him to take you right then and there.

Your eyes travelled back up to his face and was hardly surprised to see that he didn’t exactly look like he was pleasuring himself.

His eyes were shut tight, his eyebrows stitched together, his expression in an angry scowl, occasionally biting his lower lip, occasionally parted to take in deep breaths, occasionally whispering your name.

He looked furious as he stroked his cock.

“Fucking Christ,” he rasped, “Wanna fuck. Wanna fuck you. Fuck.”

And of course Jason Peter Todd would take the Lord’s name in vain while he had his dick in his hand.

What was wrong with your brain? The man was technically confessing that he wanted to fuck you in depraved growls, for fuck’s sake. Why were you focusing on the stupid little details?

Like how long has it been since he started? Did he immediately take off his pants and start masturbating right after your fight, the minute he slammed the door shut, while you were downstairs wallowing in guilt?

Kinky son of a bitch.

You started rubbing circles on your clit, feeling the shoot of pleasure spread in your body, heightening your heart rate even more.

If he really did jerk off right after your fight, does that mean he does it every time he got angry?

You added a note at the back of your head again: Make Jason Peter Todd angry more often.

Fuck, but didn’t that mean he had been going at it for awhile now? Was he going to come soon?

You resisted a groan that almost escaped your lips at the thought of being able to see him spurt his cum on his washboard abs.

You picked up the pace of your own, matching it to Jason’s.

But your back and knees were getting kind of sore already, so you tried to shift around a bit. In that process, you lost your balance. And to regain your balance, your unoccupied hand went straight for the door.

And accidentally pushed it open, stumbling into his room.

“What the fuck!” you heard him gasp.

You froze on the spot, your hand still down your skirt, making eye contact with Jason who was already standing up, cock tucked back in his sweatpants- though that didn’t make a difference because phew, a hard dick in a pair of grey sweatpants was a sight.

You cleared your head and scrambled back to your feet, heart thumping loudly and face heating up at the embarrassment of being caught.

“Uh- I- uh- I thought of saying sorry,” you panicked, “And uh- I didn’t- I didn’t hear- see! Ididn’tseeanythingsorrybye-”

You turned to run away, to lock yourself up in your room and never ever come out. You didn’t even see Jason cross the room and snatch your wrist, pulling you inside and closing the door behind you.

He had you against the door now, his grip on your wrist tight, his body just inches away from yours and god you wanted to feel his hard on against you.

“I think,” you started, “I think you broke the lock when you slammed the door hard. It’s okay I’m sure Alfred can-”

“Why are your fingers wet?” he asked in a low voice.

“Wha?”

You noticed that the hand he was gripping was the one you were using to touch yourself, and he was gripping it high up to his face.

You gulped.

“I was just- uh- washing!” you rambled, “I was washing my hands and didn’t dry them off. Oopsie daisy.”

You let out a nervous laugh, but then was cut short when Jason tilted his face towards your wrist, his nose touching and breathing onto your skin. He took a deep breath, smelling your hand as he travelled from the fleshy part below your thumb up to your two wet fingers.

You clenched your thighs.

“Washing, were you?” he smirked, his eyes hooded and dark.

“Mhmm,” you nodded furiously.

He closed his eyes and continued smelling your fingers.

What the fuck?

Then, and you admit that a piece of you died a little and went to heaven at that point, he let out a small lick at the tip of your index finger.

And fucking groaned, the kind of groan the reverberated back into your bones, the kind of groan that made you feel everything he was feeling.

Your brain basically short-circuited.

When you thought that he couldn’t get any hotter, and any more embarrassing, he took your whole two fingers into his mouth.

Your jaw dropped.

He started sucking on your fingers, his eyes now opened and staring at you intensely, and fuck you could feel his tongue swirling on your fingers, wet and hot and desperate.

“Jason,” you breathed.

He let your fingers out with a pop, and the released your hand.

“Touch yourself,” he instructed.

And you weren’t going to fucking argue with that.

You hiked your skirt up, pushed your panties aside again, and with the fingers that had just been in his mouth, you started rubbing your clit.

Your mouth fell into a little “O”, and Jason?

Jason just watched.

With his breathing hard, his warm breath fanning across your face, he didn’t even look down to where you were touching. No, he just stared deep into your eyes as you continued.

Then, he rested his forehead against yours and let out a soft moan. You heard rustling again, and you looked down, and saw him fisting his cock near your lower belly, as you kept on going at your clit.

“Oh my god, fuck,” you looked up at him, breaths mingling with each other, tips of your noses brushing against one another, as you both touched yourselves.

“You made me angry, baby,” he purred, his other hand going up to cradle the back of your head.

You watched as his thick biceps flexed and rippled as he jerked his fist.

It was funny to you. Just a few minutes ago, he told you that he would never think of you as his sister, and now here he was calling you baby.

Oh. Oh.

Boy, were you stupid.

“Do you always masturbate when you’re angry?” you whispered.

“Sometimes,” he breathed back.

“I just made a mental reminder to make you angry more,” you told him.

“Hmm?” he smirked, “And why would you do that?”

“So I can spy on you,” you blurted.

Jason chuckled the hottest fucking chuckle you’ve ever heard. “You don’t need to spy on me. All you gotta do is ask.”

“But,” you argued mid-wanking, “That takes the fun out of everything.”

“Oh, really?” he said, taking steps back.

His fist kept on going non-stop while he walked backwards towards his bed, and you didn’t notice it before, but his pants were completely gone.

He walked until his knees hit the edge of the bed, and then he sat down, all the while never stopping his strokes.

“So you think this,” to make a point, he started fucking his cock faster and harder for a bit, “Isn’t fun?”

You didn’t understand how someone could be so hot.

“Okay, fine,” you conceded, leaning back against the door because you were worried your knees were going to go out anytime, “You’re right.”

“Of course I am,” he scoffed, “Comere.”

“There?” you hesitated, suddenly nervous at his invitation.

Even in the midst of horny bliss, you suddenly remembered that Jason was never close to you. You didn’t know a thing about him, and you never really connected.

“Yeah,” he frowned, his fist stilling, “Unless you don’t want to.”

“No!” you hurriedly said, “I do. God, trust me, I do. But it’s just…”

“But?”

“I always thought you hated me, Jason,” you stopped your fingers as well, standing upright, “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, and then you go back to hating me.”

“I don’t hate you,” he shook his head in surprise, “I never hated you.”

“Really? Because somehow I find that hard to believe.”

“Look,” he sighed, “The reason why I was so mean to you is because I didn’t know how to act around you. And being mean was the only thing I know how to do. But I never hated you. It’s the opposite, in fact.”

“You like me?” you asked, hopeful.

“Sure I do,” he shrugged nonchalantly, but you noticed his ears slowly turning pink.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“I never imagined that Jason Peter Todd would tell me he liked me while he was sitting on his bed without any pants,” you giggled.

“You wanna come here or not?” he huffed.

You smiled and walked over to him, stopping right in front of him, between his opened thighs. You looked down into his eyes, blue and fierce, and always so intense. He took off his shirt, so he was there, right there, in all his naked glory.

“Take off your clothes,” he murmured.

You didn’t know what to say back except to just do what he had instructed you to do. So you firstly peeled off your tight baby doll shirt, and then slid down your skirt.

What do you know, you thought you noticed him gulping.

“All of it, sweetheart,” he demanded, “I want to see all of you.”

You nodded, and reached behind to unhook your bra, letting your breasts fall. You saw Jason’s immediate change in expression. His jaw went slack, and was looking at you in awe. You were just going to slip down your panties until-

“Too slow,” he said, and then gripped you by the waist and threw you onto the bed on your back.

He immediately went to attack your breasts, sucking and biting and nipping onto your nipple, pinching the other one with his free hand, squeezing and tugging.

“Jason,” you moaned, his warm tongue drawing circles on your nipples. He travelled further below, leaving a trail of opened mouth kisses on your skin.

And finally he reached the place you wanted him to be at the most, his hot breath hovering over your panties. He proceeded to start licking your folds over them, drenching your already wet panties even more with his mouth.

He continued to mouth at your core, teasing you with occasional nips, but never directly stimulating your clit.

He was good at driving a girl crazy in more ways than one.

“Jason,” you whined, “More.”

“More?” he smirked.

“Yes, stop teasing,” you complained.

He laughed and pulled your panties down swiftly, but he didn’t go back in between your thighs, where you arguably thought he belonged.

He came up to you and kissed you deeply, for the first time. He sucked on your lower lip, playing at the entrance of your mouth with the tip of his tongue, prodding but never really entering.

Unfortunately, he was also doing the same with his cock.

You had your legs spread as wide as they could, presenting yourself to him, yet there he was still teasing you by pushing up his tip against your entrance, but then going to your clit to circle on it, and then brushing down your slick folds to tease you some more.

“Now you know how I feel when you wear those short skirts out,” he growled against your lips, “Fucking cock tease.”

“They weren’t even that short,” you pouted.

“If I can get glimpses of your panties when you bend down, then they’re short,” he argued back, “God, the things you do to me.”

He went to your neck to suck on the delicate skin, no doubt leaving marks to be questioned by everyone in the morning.

“Y-y-you,” you stuttered into a sigh when he started tapping his cock against your clit, “Your arms are nice.”

Stupid, stupid.

He burst into laughter, muffling himself using the crook of your neck.

“My arms are nice?”

“Yeah, I want you to choke hold me with them.”

He suddenly met your eyes, surprised.

“What?” you asked.

“Holy fuck,” he simply muttered, and then crashed his lips into yours again, this time shoving his whole tongue inside to taste you.

And thank God, he did the same with his cock.

He slowly pushed in at your entrance, stretching you deliciously apart.

The both of you groaned in unison, finally able to really feel each other.

His pace was slow, but it soon build, all the while you were thrashing about, trying to grip onto something, because his cock had filled you up so fucking perfectly, you knew you were going to feel it for days after.

“Fuck, Jason,” you closed your eyes tight.

“Yeah, baby?” he panted in your ear, “You like my cock in your pussy?”

“Yes,” you whispered, unable to voice out more in fear of being incoherent.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned out loud, his pace increasing even more, “Feel so good around my cock, baby.”

You only heard his dirty, sexy voice, the wet sounds amplifying with every thrust, his stuttered laboured breathing and his sharp intakes of breaths, and fuck that was enough to tip you over the edge.

“Jason,” you moaned, unable to say anything else.

“Take my cock, sweetheart,” he gasped, “Fuck, so much better than I imagined.”

He gripped both your thighs in each of his hands, and then pushed them back towards you, so he could fuck you at a better angle, a better pace.

And he pummeled into your pussy, fucking you into the goddamn mattress as you did nothing but cry and whine and whimper and moaned, his cock hitting every pleasure spot inside you.

You felt yourself climbing, going higher and higher into ecstasy with every “fuck” coming from Jason, every loud groan you knew someone in the house would hear, every breath he took that was becoming more irregular.

“You want to come, sweetheart?” he asked, “I can feel you getting tighter, fuck.”

You nodded furiously, trying so much to reach that high.

Then, he leaned in, and whispered in your ear with the lowest, huskiest, desperate voice you’ve ever heard.

“Too fucking bad.”

He stopped his motions altogether.

Your eyes shot open.

“What?” you nearly shouted, “Jason!”

“You made me angry, didn’t you,” he gave you a shit eating grin, “Did you really think I was going to help you get off after that?”

“But-but-” you started, “I already said sorry!”

“Sorry’s not enough, baby,” he tutted, “I want you to beg for it.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he raised an eyebrow, “Beg.”

Thrust.

“For.”

Thrust.

“This.”

Thrust.

“Cock.”

Fuck, you were going absolutely insane.

“Jason,” you whined, “Jason, please. Please, I need your cock, Jason. I need you to fuck me. Please.”

You threw away every single dignity you had.

Hey, the man’s got a good cock.

“Why should I fuck a girl who likes to piss me off?” he growled, jaw clenched.

“Because, sir,” you tested. “I promise to be good next time. And if I’m not, then…”

You trailed off.

“Then?” he prompted.

“Then you can punish me,” you finished.

“Fuck,” he started fucking you again, “Fine.”

That didn’t take much. Jason obviously had a thing for begging and being called sir.

This time, he pounded into you with a force that knocked your breath out, and he continued to do so until you were climbing again.

And this time, he didn’t stop.

“Baby,” he rasped, “Baby, come with me.”

“Jason.”

You felt his thrusts getting faster and faster, though more sloppy and irregular, desperate to chase his own orgasm.

“Fuck, I can feel you,” he gasped, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You felt it, the moment Jason let go, you reached your peak, feeling yourself sliding into the realm of pure pleasure as your pussy fluttered around his cock.

He quickly pulled out and came all over your stomach, some reaching your breasts, some hitting your fucking chin. Then, he collapsed next to you, breathing hard.

“Fuck,” you breathed.

“Fuck,” he agreed.

The both of you burst into laughter, the first laughter you ever shared together.

And you knew from then on, it was okay if he didn’t see you as his sister, because you most definitely could not see him as your brother- and you realised you never did.

You were just so desperate to get close to him that you’d use any excuse you could find.

But you’ve successfully closed the gap between you and Jason Peter Todd, and you knew you were currently witnessing his walls slowly crumbling down, bit by bit, right in front of you.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd reader imagine #red hood and the outlaw #batman #dc #dc comics

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Young Hope: Chapter 41

The tall, clear glass set within the towering buildings of Townsville reflect the glisten of the afternoon sun and shine them down upon the people of Townsville; walking through the streets and driving through the roads on the way through their daily communes, almost nothing but the city ambiance echoing through block after block. Simply going through the motions of their day to day lives, the people walking through the sidewalk are broken from their near trance like state when a wisp of emerald green wavers past; some of them leaping out of the way when a pair of speeding figures soon follow after. Among their pursuit after the fleeting green spirit flame do both Mally and Biz swerve around both people and vehicles alike, some of the cars they pass honk to them while other’s rudely flip the old middle bird; ignoring their upset fits to simply focus on what they pursue. The magenta woman that Mally calls her mentor speeds forth as both of them are on approach of a busy intersection that the wisp hovers right over; Biz soon leaping off the pavement and gliding right along the glass surface of the building beside her; wall grinding higher and higher. Nearing the crosswalk, the magenta skater leaps out in the peek of her grind and bounds above the passing cars and trucks; Mally watching in utter awe as her teacher manages make it out to the other side of the street unscathed. Peering out ahead to what could aid her pulling off the same stunt, the orange girl’s eye lock out to a street lamp standing just short of the crosswalk; Mally taking her beloved grapple yo as her mind rings up an idea. The skater casts her gadget straight out to the light and lets its string hug its top; the very moment that her gadget finishes wrapping around the light’s steel does the orange skater jerk herself up into the air and swing out above. The people of the city watch anxiously as the orange girl bounds right over the line of busy traffic; some of them holding their breath as Mally grazes right off the top of a semi truck. The crowd lets out a relieved sigh when she lands right on the other side of the street, all while Mally continuing her pursuit after her mentor and the wisp unabated.

In her chase after the coveted emerald spirit, Biz finds the fleeting ghost hovering straight up a set of concrete steps; the woman picking up as much speed as she could as she approaches the railing splitting the stairs. Finally nearing the base of the steps does the magenta skater hop right atop the rustic incline, all the speed she had built up letting her ascend up to the very top of the steps with ease. In following her teach does Mally then build up as much speed as she could as she closes in on the rail; finally hopping right along the bottom end and smoothly sliding right up to the very top. Hopping right off the rails does she come to witness her teacher take an extremely tight turn from the split road up ahead; Mally once again glancing to her surroundings ahead for a way to follow after, a stop sign along the corner of the street giving her just what she needs. The orange skater tosses her grapple yo once more out to the approaching sign ahead and envelopes its string right around its very neck; Mally holding on tight as takes the turn without loosing a single bit of momentum.

That very boost around the corner lets her catch up to the magenta skater, Mally skating right aside Biz as she asks her: “Any luck catching the wisp?” “Slippery little bastard. Just a couple inches closer and we could trap it with this thing.” Biz claims, digging through her pants pocket to pull out metallic jar fitted with lines of neon green. “Why don’t I give it a go?” the orange girl persists as she snatches the jar right out from her mentors grasp, zipping straight ahead after the fleeing spirit. “Mal, hang on a sec!” her teacher attempts to warn, though her words fall of deaf ears as her pupil simply speeds off.

Out to the fleeing green wisp ahead does Mally speed through the streets, the girl tasting the green bits of spirit the wisp leaves behind in its wake as she grows closer and closer to its tail. The feverish chase leads the young lady to entering a busy highway, where countless vehicles flow through the concrete roads like a running river of metal. As the cowardly emerald wisp flutters between the numerous vehicles, the girl that pursues it skirts across the sides of these cars and trucks as she refuses to give up the chase; some of the drivers within jumping when the orange lass leaps off their side windows. Despite her feverish pursuit after the ghostly spirit, Mally finds the distance beginning to grow and ponders for a way to close the gap as the cars aside zoom past. Its in the Doppler effect of some of these vehicles passing my that she gets another idea and jumps up to the top of a nearby car; the gap between her and the spirit swiftly closing as she leaps from motor vehicle to vehicle. Meager moments before the girl could swipe the spirit from the air does the wisp suddenly veer straight off the side; Mally waiting not another moment as she hangs off the side of the semi and leap right after the fleeting spirit. Careening through the air, the orange skater reaches out as far as she could as she glides closer and closer to the flighty wisp; finally swiping the spirit in the metal bottle. “Gotcha!”

Though excited over the prospect of capturing the slippery wisp, her demeanor is swiftly shot down when realizing herself falling down off the side of the highway and down the long drop towards the concrete below; the girl yelping out as she starts to descend. Midst her screaming descent does she peer over to discover her magenta mentor zooming through the air beside her; Biz shouting out to: “Throw your yoyo to me!” Without so much as another word does Mally do just that and flings her gadget out to her teacher; Biz catching her students grapple yo and clutching it tight as she drags the orange girl through the air with her. Descending down upon the pavement of an empty road, the magenta skater cleanly lands on her feet before manages to catch her plummeting pupil in the nick of time before she could smack into the asphalt. Upon catching her student, Biz finally puts the breaks onto her skate through the streets as she comes close towards the side of an apartment building behind them; coming to a skidding halt before both of them could crash right along its hard brickwork.

“You okay there, Mal?” the magenta woman questions as she sets her pupil down on her own two skates. “Yep. Caught the wisp in all its ghoulish glory.” the student response with presenting the enclosed metallic jar glowing bright green. “Nice. Pretty ballsy of you to just leap off the edge of a highway like that.” “Eh. After helping your brother’s take down a primordial cosmic shaper of the universe alongside the other sort of stuff I been up against, not a lot phases ya no more. It’s still pretty much a blast though.” “That’s what I like to here. Kickin ass and taking names. You might just have a future in the supernatural if ya keep this up.” Biz compliments as she takes the captured wisp from her pupils grasp.

On that very queue do the two of them suddenly hear a distinct ring go off in the magenta woman’s torn up jeans; Biz digging right in her pocket to pull out her phone making the noise, gazing to the screen to find the alarm mentioning how its almost time for work. “Dammit. Gotta punch in the clock for work. Mal, I really hope you’ll get a better future then I have. It’d definitely beat going on the grind everyday at this run down diner, serving cock head assholes while getting yelled at my your shitty boss.” “Why you working as a waitress anyway? Don’t these supernatural hunt jobs get you by enough?” “They help from time to time, but the pay ain’t nowhere near enough to get by in this day and age. So much crap to keep track of. Food, phone, internet, rent, water bill, electric, and all that just for an overpriced apartment. God, being a grownup fucking sucks, makes me miss being with my uncle Dib. If there’s one piece of advice I wanna leave ya with, Mal, its to plan for life to fling shit her way; cause sooner or laters, its gonna.”

Right as her magenta mentor was on the cusp of splitting, something the woman’s pupil asks makes her stop right in her tracks; Mally questioning: “What time do ya get off?” “Clock out after 8. Why?” “Why don’t ya let your food bill take a little break and come over to my place for a bite. My mom ain’t the best cook out there, but she always finds a way to make’em take real homey.” “Sure, why not. I’ll stop by your place once I clock out. See ya.” Biz accepts before she skates off with the trapped wisp secure in her hands. Amidst waving goodbye to her mentor, a small metaphorical thorn pricks the back of the orange lass’s head; making her wonder what exactly she’s forgotten about. … “Oh hell, Vivi!”

Set in the middle of a lone suburban backyard are numerous training dummies spread out among the fresh cut grass; all of them surrounding a half skeletal blonde, who tightly clutches the neck of a scythe as she prepares to lunge forth. Finally taking the first steps in her assault, Vivian manages to roughly cut straight through the bodies of these dummies as easily as slicing paper; the skull girl slicing straight through their straw necks, chests, and torsos with multiple strokes. “Hey Vivi.” Mally sudden pops in among the girl’s swinging frenzy. With it too late for her skeletal pal to stop her own swing, Mally pulls out her grapple yo against the scythes very blade; countless sparks flying as the blade slides against the gadgets hard shell.

Having gotten so close to her orange pal, literally face to face, Vivian backs away from Mally’s personal space in a fluster; shouting out how: “Mal! Fuck sake girl. Nearly yeeted ya damn head off! You’re so-” “Late? Yeah, I know. I was taking care of some stuff. But the way you cut through all those dummies like better. Sick as hell.” “I...Th-th-thanks, comes with some practice.” the skull girl stutters, her face glowing bright red. “Though I gotta ask, why are ya so amendment on practicing with that scythe? Thought you hated so much as the thought of touching it.” “Ah, I still hate this fucking thing. Just can’t get out what Ryan bitched at me outta my head.” “Vivi, you still thinking about that. It’s okay, you don’t gotta worry about it.” “But I do, Mal. The first time I used this damn scythe to help her out outta that hole city wide riot, felt as if a horrible dread was creeping on very being the more she used it. Thought I could just ignore all that helping you guys take down that Mall guy. That bull just made things worse, couldn’t use it like I did back in Townsville. Best my sorry ass could do was just jump around and cut stuff. That whole trip I took with you really forced the truth right down my throat.”

“Viv…” Mally utters. “Yep. Pretty much the whole reason I signed up for the League.” “The-the Vanguard league!? You sure about that, Vivi?” Mally questions after the initial jump. “Pretty damn sure. Standing alongside the other fresh meat outta gimme the motivation I need to push through the wall of my own pent up shit.” “Viv, the league ain’t a contest. Its a superhero organization made to help people.” “Its why I signed up. Figure if I can use this fucking oversized gardening tool for some good, maybe I can convince myself that its powers aren’t so bad.” the skull girl explains. “Alright. If you think that’ll help.”

“Yeah...Speakin of help, the hell were you doing that made ya an hour late?” “Oh, uh...I got sidetracked helping my teach out catching this loose wisp through the city messing with people. Bothering the elderly, flipping the bird to drivers, possessing people to make them commit sexual harassment. Ya should’ve been there Viv, both of us were just skating through the streets, grinding rails, gliding along walls, jumping on cars just to try and catch the little bastard. Finally wound up catching it jumping on the side of the highway. My teach saved my ass last minute before I could splat on the pavement.” “Damn Mal, sounds like your teach be real bitchen.” “Oh yeah. All that and more. Gonna have her over at my place for dinner. Wanna meet her?” “Hells yeah. When should I bust down yer door down to eat?” Vivian asks. “She said something about not getting off work til 8. Try comin over then, kay.” “Cool. What’s on the menu?” “Not sure. Haven’t exactly told mom about it yet.” “And you throw shit at me for being reckless.” “It’s like what close to what, 3 right now? I got plenty of time. Let’s just help you out with your practice right now.” Offering such do that do they immediately get started on practice, Mally donning her Yoyo and taking up a stance while Vivi does the same with her scythe.

The first out from the two to start, Vivian takes charge straight out to her sparing partner with blade in hand; ready to swing out its sharp end out to the orange girl before her. Midst ducking right underneath her skeletal opponent scythe swipe, Mally sweeps at one of Vivi’s legs to make her lose her balance and fall flat on her back; the orange skater’s shadow blanketing her foe as she asks the downed skull girl: “So, wanna try that again?” “Oh, you are fucking asking for it.” Vivi states as she pulls herself off the grass.

Lunging out to her opponent once more, the skull girl this time slashes vertically out to the orange girl; Mally sidestepping out from the swipe easily and thrusting her fist out to counter once more. This time however is the skull girl more prepared and holds the flat of her blade out to block her foe’s assault; the metal of the blade vibrating from the harsh impact. “Nice block.” Mally compliments. “Got more up my ass than that!” Vivi claims as she pushes the orange girl back. As the skater backs away from her skeletal sparring partner, she tosses her out grapple yo out in her retreat; its string wrapping right around the neck of Vivi’s weapon. Despite attempting to hold onto the scythe the best she could, Mally ultimately yanks the weapon straight out from her grasp; Vivian’s boney arm incidentally popping off as it holds onto neck of the blade for dear life. The blade thrusting straight into the dirt behind the skater. “Seems you been left utterly disarmed.” the orange girl jests. “Fucking! Sure as hell ain’t over yet.”

The match not declared over, Vivi recklessly charges after her orange opponent with but a single remaining arm raised; Mally ready for what she has to throw out as the skull girl’s other arm lets go of the scythe and works on uprooting it from the earth. Even with a punch thrown, a kick swung, and a head butted, any strikes that Vivi attempts to inflict are dodged and easily blocked; soon jumping back to try and catch her breath. Seeing the moment to strike, Mally takes charge after the skull girl to attack from the side and knock her sparring partner down on her ass once more. “Whelp, that about wraps it up.” the orange girl claims, Vivian peering behind her to find her skeleton arm having finally dug her weapon out from the dirt. “Don’t count me out just yet.” In but a single throw, Vivi’s detached arm casts the scythe out their way; the weapon hurdling right past the orange skater and landing right in Vivian’s other arm. Her confident smile his suddenly broken apart when seeing her sparring partner fall onto her knee’s, clutching her side as she doubles over in pain.

“Mal!” the skull girl screams out as she races over to her downed friend. “Oh god! Are you okay!” “Yeah, think I will...But you won’t be.” the orange skater answers with glaring up to the skull girl with a sly grin. Faster than she could possibly react, the orange girl trips up her opponent and swipes her weapon as she tumbles back; Vivi falling onto the ground once more and finding herself on the other side of her weapon, the one that her opponent now wields.

“You fucking cheat!” she quickly accuses Mally with. “Hmm. I don’t remember us setting any sort of rules before we fought, did we? And hey, this should be a pretty important point to remember; something one of my bros taught me a good while. In a fight for your life, there ain’t no such thing as cheating.” “Dare ya to eat those words!” Vivi exclaims. In a brief instance does the skull girl take a page from her pal and sweep at Mally’s leg; causing the orange skater to fall forward right next to her and dropping the scythe. Glancing aside does Mally find her friend staring to her with a smug grin, Mally letting out a little chuckle and claims that: “Alright, guess we can call it a draw.” As the two of them pull eachother off the fresh cut grass, Vivi can’t help but ask: “So. That teach of yours taught ya that?” “Well, she’s helped me refine some skills I was already working on. That and teaching me how to bash people’s skull’s in with a hockey stick.” “Color me fucking intrigued. Definitely gonna be stopping by at your place now. Just hope I can convince my folks to let me go over by my own. I love’em, but they can be pretty damn embarrassing.”

As the bright afternoon sun starts its descent down into the horizon, its light shines through the glass of a window leading straight into Mally standing in the middle of her living room; the girl facing her blue haired mother sitting onto the couch having just heard the plans her daughter has. “Yeah, I ain’t too sure about this whole evening set up Mally.” the mom replies. “Hey, if ya need help in the kitchen tonight, ain’t nothing stopping me from tagging in.” Mally offers. “That isn’t what has me weary here. Its the fact your bringing over two of your friends who have never met with each other before. Believe me when I say a situation like that can veer off real fast.” “That’s why I’m wanting to invite them over, to get them to warm up to each other. If both Biz and Viv like me, then they outta like each other, right?” “Mally, you can’t make everyone you like get along with each other.” “I can try, mom. I sure as hel- heck can try.” “Remember the last time you “Tried”? Thankfully we had Tore and Roy to help crowbar everyone off eachother and get them to calm down for a single second.”

Being reminded of this past blunder causes the orange skater to let out an irritated groan as she flops down onto the couch next to her mom; the blue momma herself gazing to her youngest daughter and consoling to her how: “Mal, I know you just want all your friends to be happy with eachother, but trying to just glue together people like that isn’t wise.” “But I know that both my girls can get along, they got so much in common; both are brash, ready to jump into action, always looking to bust people’s balls. I mean, they’re practically like long lost sisters already.” “Hmm...Just be prepared for anything sweetie. Now if you’ll excuse me. I gotta prep a dinner for six that she was completely prepared to make tonight?” the blue woman states with snide sarcasm. “Hey, I said I was gonna help out.”

Eventually does the twilight sun fully set out in the horizon and the stars above glimmer across the moonlight sky; a figure sliding through the darkness and stopping just short of a suburban home. As the door to this abode creaks open, the escaping light reveals this visitor to be the magenta skater herself to greet with: “Sup, Mrs. Mal’s mom.” “Biz. Glad you showed up. We just got plates set up. Why don’t you come in and have a seat.” the blue haired woman welcomes, letting the magenta woman into her abode.

The very first site she beholds to when passing through the living room and to the dinning room is the face of her orange pupil; who welcomes her teach with: “Biz, glad you made it.” “Yeah, thank god my boss let me off when he did. Practically a miracle he didn’t make me work over...time…” Biz’s speech starts to wane when seeing another guest after finding both of her pupils bro’s sitting at the table; a blonde girl with a skeletal like complexion sitting at the other end sporting a little grin. “Uh...You’re bro’s invite someone else tonight or…” the magenta woman questions. “Nah, I lent them a ticket in. Vivi here heard about the shenanigans we get into and the sort of moves you’ve been teaching me. Wanted a front row seat.” “Hella fine to finally put a face on the bitch whose been teaching my girl how to shove her foot straight up some unlucky bastards sweaty asses.” the skull girl greets with. “Mean, its not that she’s been training with us for 6 years of her life or anything…” Roy whispers under his breath.

Sitting her ass down on one of the available seat set before her, Biz asks the mother: “So. What sort of platter you cooking up tonight?” “I’m just about done grilling everyone’s burgers out here. Only thing left is to grill the buns.” “God, I...seriously can’t get enough of the way that woman grills em. Don’t know what the hell kinda spices she uses, but the way she butters and toasts the buns is a fucking fantasy, like holy shit.” The purple merc then compliment. “Yeah...Wasn’t there a restaurant chain that did that wit their buns, butter the bottoms and put them on the grill. I know there was one out there that did.” Tore then joins in to ask everyone. “Think it might be five guys.” Viv chimes in with. “Nah. Ate there last week. They don’t do that.” Roy denies. “You sure you ain’t thinking of a local joint? Ton’s of those will do that for ya if you ask.” Biz then wonders. “No, I specifically remember it being a chain restaurant of some sort.” “Are you sure you ain’t mistaking them for mom’s burgers she made for one of her friends parties a couple years back?” Mally then questions.

Right upon that very queue does the mom finally come in with a tray filled with numerous, well dressed, delectable burgers; both Biz and Vivi left somewhat astonished by the presentation of the meals. “Damn. That sure looks hella real to the kind of gourmet shit they make over in the real expensive joints.” “Thanks there, Viv. I got the recipe from one of my brother’s that runs a restaurant back in Florida, his burgers were the real deal so much, it’d practically spoil you for every other burger.” “Which one was that? You guys got like six uncles or something.” The violet angel then asks. “I think it might’ve been Darren. He was always in the kitchen cooking stuff when we were little.” the mom answers.

Upon taking the first bite does Biz start to realize what she means by this, letting out a moaning awe from the swirling taste through her mouth. Though the rest of them start on their plates, they are left ultimately distracted when seeing the magenta woman scarf her burger down in a messy manner: “Damn girl. You don’t get enough to eat back home?” Vivi questions. “With as tight as my budget as mine, don’t get to to eat anything as good as this. Best I can scrape up is cheap store brand garbage they somehow got away with classifying as edible.” the magenta lass answers with. “We were talking about this earlier. The supernatural jobs she takes aren’t going for enough money; some of the barely breaking 1’000, and that’ including her working at this dinner for about 9.50 an hour.” Mally then adds. “Damn Mal, seems ya got yer work cut out for ya getting both your girlfriends outta some tight spots.” Roy then mentions. “I’m 24, jackass.” Biz then reprimands. “You poor girl. Don’t you have family to go to?” the mom then asks. “Did have any uncle that raised me for a good long while. Nice guy. Though last we saw each other, we didn’t exactly see things eye to eye. Let’s leave it at that.” Biz mentions.

“The hell kind of odd jobs you go around doing.” Vivian then follows up with. “Investigations, hunts, searches, etc. Usually with ghosts, chimeras, aliens, just other weird stuff. Course, prices out there’ve been going down ever since this new league’s been out. Why hire some random woman when you could ask for a bunch of organized kids to help ya for free, am I right? Know its for the greater good or some other type of bull like that, but god does it mess with my paycheck at the end of the day” Biz rants out. “Ya know Biz. If ya looking for merc work, think you should expand your horizons out for more than just ghost hunts, and chimera sitting. There’s stuff out there that can get ya from earning the hundreds to the thousands.” Roy goes on to explains. “The skill set I got on me is for supernatural hunts, though. Doubt that stuff could apply anywhere else.” Biz retorts. “From the sort of stuff Mally’s told me ya pull off, ya could put those skills to use in other fields. Delivering unmarked packages, assassinations, personal extraction and retrieval, anonymous handies to rich cows.” “Roy remember, no sex talk at the dinner table.” the mom butts in with. “Point is that there’s all sorts of other stuff you can do for people under the shade that need done.” “Eh, maybe.” “That type of money can get ya out of eating bologna every night.” Mally then adds. “...I might consider it.”

An awkward silence waning through the dinning table, Mally decides to break through the quiet by asking Vivi: “So, how’d ya convince your parents to let ya come here my yourself with them being so mildly overprotective?” “Told the two of them I was practically 15 and can handle myself. My dad was seriously crying so fucking hard, it looked like he was on the verge of pissing himself from the snot coming out from his balloon red nose. But once I convinced them that this’d give them some alone time with eachother, mom was all on board and sent me off; she always looks pissed as all hell, but saying all that made her mood change.” These specific details reaching Biz’s very ears, a certain suspicious starts to sprout up within her as her site narrows to the young skull girl.

“Man Vivi. Feel a little sorry with how strict your parents sound. Heck, when we were around ten or so, Mom had Roy, Mally and I fly a couple towns over to help one of our uncles move out. He told us to get some stuff to help out in the trip from downtown; and during the trip, we ran into this weird shadowy cult that was kidnapping people and taking their organs. They lured us into some sort of warehouse where they kept all the people they were gonna harvest. But when the time came for them to pick off someone to, us three leaped right on in and beat the loving crap out of every single one of them.” Tore inputs with. “I remember one of the sharting himself when I punched him in the stomach. Seriously laughing at him while he was just breaking down in tears thinking “How the hell did my life turn this sour?” Good stuff.” Roy then adds. “Once we got outta there, we went over to get what their uncle needed to move and went back home. Course when mom found out about the whole thing, she nearly had a panic attack.” Mally concludes. “When I heard all three of them fought their way out that easily, I realized something that day. After incidence like that one happened so many times before hand. no matter what sort of trouble they all wind up getting into, they’d have the fortitude to get themselves right out of it.” the mom explains.

“How was living with your uncle like Biz?” Tore then questions. “Well Uncle Dib didn’t really put that many restrictions on me; always just about letting me do almost anything. Skip some days of school just to bring me along in one if his supernatural ventures. I still remembers the time I took a blaster out on this big specter and shot dozens of holes straight through its body; that was my first successful ghost hunt I had bagging one. Still remember how my uncle said he was proud of me.” “He-...He let you use a gun while you were that little? Like a gun gun?” the mom blurts in with. “Technically laser rifles and stuff like that.” the magenta woman corrects. “Goodness.” “Then there was this other time he took me out in the middle of a quarry to investigate a banshee that was going around gouging people’s eye’s out; gnarly shit seeing the dead bodies.” “How old were you then.” the blue haired woman worries. “Uh, say about 11, 12 back then.” “And he didn’t mind you seeing that stuff with your own eyes?” “Mauricia, you act like this is some sort of surprise. All of us seen way worse when we were younger.” Roy then defends. “But you really shouldn’t have.” “Yeah. Even with a some screws loose in the head, my uncle always loved and cared for me like his own, even if they’re lifestyle and line of work was unhinged as all hell.” “I-I…” “You wind up catching it?” Tore then resumes to ask. “The strangest thing wound up happening when we found its lair, it was already left a bloody corpse on the cave floor; something had made a clean slice straight through its torso.”

“Damn. All that makes me recall the time I went with my parents along a trip to reclaim some lost souls after Grim was meant to collect them.” Vivi starts her story with, the very name she had mentions perking some suspicion within Biz as she and the rest of them continue to listen to the skull girl. “A lot of the fuckin time we were trying to chase after all those souls, my dad wound up getting distracted at almost every turn; sometimes from a display window of puppies, other times it was cause he spotted a penny in the road. It happened so often that my mom just decides to leave him be and just move on ahead after some of the souls. We then actually started to get some actual progress, getting wandering spirits left and right to have Grim let them pass on. It was the last soul they needed to catch that was actually pretty tricky for us to catch up with; going through walls and possessing people left and right. We didn’t know what the hell to do to nab the bastard. Right then and their did my dad happen to come back along after somehow finding them and showing up with this huge vacuum cleaner and through sheer luck wound up sucking the damn spirit right out from the air. Damndest thing, really. Still got the pictures we all took during that little shitshow.”

Mentioning this does Vivian then pull out her phone to show everyone the numerous pictures depicting her alongside a woman with a nasty scowl, a man with a huge nose, and a hooded figure wielding a scythe. The magenta woman’s eyes start to widen as she beholds her parents within these photo’s; suddenly reaching over and swiping the skull girl’s phone right out from her grasp as she goes: “Let me see that!” “Whoa! The fuck!” Among beholding the photo’s up close, the woman’s arms start to tremble as her fist tightly ball up; her expression souring to bitter resentment in the span of seconds. Finally left at her very limit, Biz tosses the phone across the table and back in the hands of the skeletal lass; the woman standing up and marching towards the door as she coldly leaves with: “Thanks for the meal." “Biz. Biz, wait!” Mally then shouts out while chasing right after her magenta mentor.

As soon as she races out the front door and into the yard, the orange skater peers out to both ends of her street in hopes of finding which way her mentor had ran out in a huff; gazing to the left to discover the shadow of the magenta woman skating off. “Biz!” Mally sprints off after the skating away young woman as fast as her bare legs could carry her, Biz growing further away despite her pupil pleading out to her with: “Biz! Biz! Biz, wait! What’s the matter!? Say something! Please!” Among her skating retreat through the streets does Biz finally humor the notion of listening to her and slowly comes to a complete stop, turning back to face her orange pupil as Mally finally catches up; the young girl taking a moment to catch her breath before she finally asks: “What was all that about? You just snatch Vivi’s phone out of her hands and just leave? Why the change in mood? Was it the burgers!” A forlorn breath escapes from the magenta woman’s mouth as she stares to Mally; finally explaining to the girl how: “No. Burgers were good!” “Then whats the problem?” “...I told ya about my parents, didn’t I?” “Y-yeah? Your mom quite literally threw you at your dad to take care of ya.” “Then after like several years did my dad doing little to support me, his friend forced him to gimme right back to my mom; who still didn’t give a shit and just hauled me off straight to uncle Dib.” “What’s all that gotta do with tonight?” Mally then in turn questions. “You get a look at the dad right? You find anything familiar about him?” “N-Not really. Only thing I could really notice was the guys nose; kinda looks a lot like y-...No.” “Yep.” “That guy in the picture’s is your dad!?...But that...so that woman he was with is-” “The same one who made him toss me out. Made my dad give me back up to a mom who wanted nothing to do with me. “You all fucking serious?”

Upon hearing this does Mally peer back to discover Vivian herself standing behind her; left at an utter loss over what she had just heard and could only utter out: “Does that make you...my sister?” Rather than answer the skull girl that stands behind her pupil, the magenta woman simply decides to turn back and skate off into the nightly darkness; all without another word. “I-I…” Gazing back to her skeletal pal does Mally find a thick coat of utter dumbfound plaster everywhere long the blonde girl; Vivian struggling to even speak as all she could force herself to say is: “I gotta go!” With Vivi now retreating out into the suburban night streets, both of the girls leave the orange skater to crumble to her knee’s as they walk off in the opposite directions.

Just outside the orange girl’s home do both Tore and his Mom stand upon the porch and keep their eyes down the very street that Mally had gone down after their magenta house guest; Roy standing right along the door frame as all of them patiently await for their youngest’s return. “She gonna be okay?” Tore asks his mother. “I’m not sure. With Biz just racing off in a huff like that, me thinks that there be some uncovered secrets poking out from the surface.” “Do...do you think we need to go get her or will she just-” “She’s coming back.” Roy claims, not even looking in the same direction as either of them.

Out from the dark recesses of the suburban streets do the two of them find Roy’s claim to be accurate as Mally emerges out from the shadows; the orange skater going at a snails pace as her head is slumped towards the concrete. The three step off the porch out to the slowly approaching girl, the blue haired boy among the trio first asking: “So...What happened?” A small breath winds up leaving the young girls lungs as she shakes her head; finally answering out: “So...Turns out Biz and Vivi are half sisters...And on top of that, Biz has resentment over Vivi’s parents ditching her when she was little.” “...You seriously pull that old soap opera bull outta yer ass or what?” Roy doubts over. “Oh, poor girls. I can’t imagine what sort of thoughts are going through their heads about all of this.” the mother pities over. “Heck, I’m still trying to process what just happened. I mean neither of them barely even look like they come out from the same guy.” the orange girl then claims. “Maybe talking things out outta clean some air.” Tore suggests. “I wouldn’t even know the first step towards getting that far. Biz basically hates both of Viv’s parents and from the way she’s described it, I can’t exactly blame her.” the orange girl states. “So, you needin both ya girls to come together and cooperate, huh. Think I might have a good idea on how to bait them both:” the purple merc offers, a devious grin cracking across his grin. “And I’m already not liking this.” Mally responds with.

Out along the middle of Townsvilles park the very next day does Mally rest on a wooden bench; the orange girl gazing out through the park field as she waits patiently with nothing but the song of the birds to keep her company as she waits for both of her girls to arrive on the scene. How in the world is anybody supposed to untangle this whole mess to reach a compromise here? So many ties left tightly woven into other sensitive knot. One wrong move and there might not be any way left to mend this mess; just left as a whole cluster of confusing angst, bitter resentment, and enraging sentiments. Just don’t fuck it up, Mal. Just don’t fuck it all up.

In the middle of repeating these words of warning to herself does the orange skater suddenly hear in outcry of distraught echo out in the distance; Mally peering over to witness Vivi bolting through the park in a frantic hurry, racing over any park goers and flowers that stand in her way. “Mal, holy shit!” Vivian shouts, the orange girl in question hopping off the park bench as the skull girl approaches. “Vivi, what’s the matter!?” Mally urgently questions as her skeletal pal takes a moment to catch her breath. “Ah, ah, ah. One…one of your bros came over and mentioned something about you getting your arms and legs blown off and was literally an hour away from fucking eating the bucket...Why are your limbs still on?” “I-Is that seriously what Roy went to feed you to come over here? Jesus. If I knew he was gonna come up with something that drastic, I’d just make up something myself.” “So your fine then?” another familiar voice chimes in with. Peering back do the two of them discover the magenta woman they had dined with last night standing before them both, Vivian’s face souring fast as she goes: “Are you fucking shitting me?”

“I’m outta here.” Biz declares as she starts waltzing back. “Wait, wait, wait, wait!” her student begs, prompting her to stop right in her tracks. “I know this looks bad, but the reason I brought the two of you here is cause I wanted to work things out with the two of you. I know’s that there’s probably a lot going through both of their heads about this whole long lost sister cliché, which is why I set this whole thing up to have them talk things out; maybe fish out some questions bobbing up along the surface of their pondering minds.” Despite giving the two of them her reason for fooling the both of them to come together, such an explanation leaves the two of them utterly silent, the orange girl growing less hopeful as the quiet is drawn on. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to loose you both to this.” Upon hearing their girl comment this sad truth to the two of them do both of them finally turn back to face one another; a little smile forming underneath Mally’s nose as both Vivi and Biz sit themselves down onto the bench.

That hopeful smile starts to waver unfortunately when finding neither of her friends willing to even lay a single glance to each other, both of them peering off in the opposite direction. “Alright, um...How bout we begin this whole makeshift unregistered therapy session off by going over our upringing’s with yer dad, that’d be a good start. Why don’t you go first Biz so that we can gain some perspective on why ya mad.” Mally starts off with. “Where to even start? Thinking back to it, I can’t recount the sort of neglectful bullshit I wound up dealing with. That fucking idiot even noticed I was even there.” Despite growing further upset over the woman beside her insulting their dad like this, Vivi nonetheless remains quiet as she further listens to the magenta woman go on how: “The few times he realized I was there and played with me might as well be but small bumps in the road of my life. Hell, his other family wound up raising me more than he did. And don’t even get me started on what that blonde bitch he wound up having another kid with who threatened to do to me whenever I wound up acting up, telling me she was gonna leave me out in the middle of the woods.”

“Shut your goddamn mouth! You don’t know what the fuck your talking about.” the skull girl beside her blurts out. “Viv, I-” Mally attempts to speak over, but is left unsuccessful as Vivian simply continues to rant. “Both my mom and dad aren’t anything like that. My dad was the funniest guy I knew, always playing catch, cracking jokes, and always letting me go on life threatening adventures with him. And my mom is one of the most incredible, tough, most badass women that I’ve ever known, always standing up to others when they mock the way I look; sometimes even kicking the shit outta them. Sure, she can be scary, but that cruel? Both of them had helped comfort me throughout all the years of mocking, bullying, bitching, even fights that I had to put up dealing with from other people; all the piss I’d gone through because of how she looks, how I don’t look like one of them. I absolutely fucking refuses to believe that my two parents that comforted her through all that shit could be so neglectful and heartless.”

“You gotta be kidding.” Biz remarks as her mood sours further, standing off the park bench and threatening to bail. Before the magenta woman could go very far however does her orange pupil suddenly race right in her way; skidding before her pleading with: “Biz, wait! We just started.” “I can’t listen to this shit any more, Mal. The fact that my dad wound up putting in more years of love and care into his second kid than his first. And don’t get me started on that horrible nightmarish woman that girl over there calls a mom. Fucking hell. The fact that woman is capable of parental love at all just pisses me off to no end. The only thing I felt during the times I was alone with her was unrelenting fear and paranoia. Felt like the woman would snap any second. And hearing those two having a kid and loving her…” Midst ranting over all this does it take every single ounce of willpower in the magenta woman to not break down; her entire body trembling as she attempts to calm herself from all the rage boiling inside her.

“Listen, I get what your saying, Biz. But you ever think that fact that they raised Vivi so well might show some remorse over how they treated you?” Mally then counters with. Hearing this from her orange pupil, the magenta woman starts to calm herself a bit, her body ceasing to quake as takes deep breath to retort back over: “Mally. They had every chance to feel like that in the 9 years I’ve been with them, and it was only after the fact they gave me away did they even humor it. You think that cause they didn’t fuck up one kid means makes the other one they did screw over all okay? That I should let everything slide with a hug and a kiss?” “I- No. But-” From behind them does Vivian then literally leaps out from her seat and bust right in the middle of this argument, the skeletal girl countering with: “So that makes it okay to give em shit over what happened before I was even born!? How all the crap they did is supposed to come back into hating me and how my life turned out compared to yours?” “I...I don’t hate you, alright? Just the way those two raise me compared to you.” Biz then admits, her statement quelling some of the skull girls fury.

“How could I even start spiting you for what happened before you were even born? When you were nothing but a microbe swimming around in our dads ballsack?” “Biz, don’t. I get enough of that dirty talk from Roy.” the orange girl behind her then requests. “The sort of shit that went down back then was just between me and your folks Vivi, ain’t fair to pin all of it on you.” “If that’s what it is, then why don’t you come over and bitch to them about it. Like Mal said, all that bullshit that wound up happening with her might’ve made them think over each other when I came into the picture…Guess when ya put it like that, I should be thanking you, for turning them into better people for me. Honestly, think my life would be way worse if you didn’t come along and snap some sense into them.”

“Yeah. How bout we invite them into this sesh and we can try to get around all this together.” Mally backs up with. Despite her pupils backing up the skull girls suggestion, all that the magenta woman could do in response was was take in a small breath before answering: “Nah…Don’t think I’m ready to tackle whole wall of shit.” Mally’s hopeful grin starts to deflate when thinking this whole talking session was going straight down the crap shoot; the gears in her mind rapidly turning on how to fix it before she hears her teach go on to mention how: “But that don’t mean I should throw that cascade of piss out your way. This whole show’s between me and them, not you.” “...Gotta be honest here. Finding all this out’s been one hell of a mind fuck and a half. Kinda wondered how life’d turn out if I had a big sis like you around. Maybe some of those assholes might’ve backed off if they’ve seen what bad bitch of a sister I had.” the skull girl admits, the magenta woman left flattered by her statement.

With this all out in the open and somewhat resolved so far, Mally lets out a hella relieved sigh as she stands before both of them and claims how: “God, I’m so happy that this whole stunt didn’t spiral out of control like I thought it would. Seems like I don’t haveta choose between my two favorite girls after all.” “Yeah, maybe having a little sister to screw around with might not be that bad.” Biz claims. “But I thought I was already like a sister to you.” the orange girl them calls out. “Can’t say she can’t have more than one. I wound up seeing my girl in action couple times and thought maybe you can tell me how to kick as much ass as she can?” Vivi then asks the magenta woman, a sentiment which makes Mally blush. “Wait a sec. I thought Grim was teaching you how to use the scythe.” the orange girl then reminds her. “Eh, ain’t nothing wrong with getting some fine ass outside pointers every now and then.” “Just who are you even calling Grim.” Biz then wanders aloud.

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And here we come to what would've been a rather messy situation for Mally to tackle between her two best girls, an unexpected family matter nearly splitting apart their relationships. Thankfully both Biz and Vivi worked it out in the end for the sake of their orange haired friend. Though this might prove just a flimsy patch job at best, for who knows how long it will last before some secrets come out from the floorboards to severe the ties of blood.

#lillaxtrigger #Young Hope #princesscallyie #callyieverse

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inctlife · 5 years ago

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Angels | JJH ~ Jaeun

genre: fluff

summary: in which you discover how completely different your youngest child is to your eldest

age: Jaeun = 4 / Jina = 7

warnings: pregnant!reader

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“Jaeun, wake up baby,” you said softly, opening her curtains part-way before going to the girl in her bed who was stretching her little arms above her head, “first day of big school!”

She furrowed her eyebrows, “is Jina coming?”

“Of course! Jina goes to the same school as you,” you nodded, “she’s just a couple years above you.”

Jaeun nodded, rubbing her eyes, “okay Mummy.”

“Shall Mummy pick out your outfit today?” you asked, heading to her wardrobe.

Jaeun nodded, “yes please.”

“Okay, can you go and wake Jina up then, please?” you asked, “Daddy’s making breakfast for you two.”

The small girl nodded, leaving the room. Her dad’s long t-shirt drowned out her body, but she insisted on wearing it to bed; it smelt like him.

“Jina,” Jaeun whispered, looking up at her older sister’s bed, “Jina.”

Jina groaned and Jaeun giggled slightly, tickling the palm of Jina’s hand so she woke up laughing and giggling.

“Jaeun!” Jina laughed, “stop it!”

Jaeun giggled, her movements stopping, “we’re going to school today. Daddy’s making breakfast.”

Jina smiled, “got it! What are you wearing?”

“I don’t know,” Jaeun shrugged, “Mummy’s picking it out.”

“I think... hmm...” Jina paused, staring at her wardrobe, “this skirt! With... this top!”

Jaeun smiled, nodding as she looked at her older sister’s layed out clothes. A black skater skirt and a pink sparkly top.

“I’ll wear my new trainers as well,” Jina said, skipping out the room.

Jaeun watched her go before walking back into her room were you were sat laying out her clothes: a checkered pinifore dress and a long-sleeved white t-shirt. And ribbons in the hair, of course.

“Mummy, can we go downstairs now?” Jaeun asked, gripping onto your arm.

You rubbed your five-month-pregnant bump, “Mummy’s a lot slower than you are, baby. You go and I’ll follow along, okay?”

“I’ll wait for you Mummy,” Jaeun said, walking out the room and waiting by the door as you got up and followed after her.

“You’re too good, Jaeun-ie,” you said, “go and catch up with your sister.”

“Jaeun! Breakfast!” Jaehyun exclaimed.

“Go on,” you said.

Jaeun shook her head, burying her face in your leg.

“Come on you,” you said, tickling her waist as you followed her down the stairs.

“Mum! Will Jasper be there today?” Jina asked.

“Everyone will be there today, it’s the first day of school,” you said, patting Jaeun’s back so she’d go and sit with Jina.

“Why are you so interested in Jasper, hmm?” Jaehyun asked, poking his head round the door to stare at Jina.

“A-And Ava!” Jina protested.

“Okay, alright,” you laughed, “eat, brush your teeth and then we’ll go.”

“What time will we go?” Jaeun asked quietly.

You paused, “7:30.”

Jaeun nodded, continuing to eat in small nibbles.

You walked into the kitchen where Jaehyun was tidying up and sighed, “where did we get her from?”

“Who?”

“Jaeun-ie!” you exclaimed, your voice still quiet, “she’s like the quietest, smallest angel ever.”

Jaehyun chuckled, walking over and placing his hands on your waist, “must all be you, then.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you sighed, “girls! Go brush your teeth!”

“Yep!” Jina exclaimed, jumping down from the table and running upstairs.

“Thank you,” Jaeun said quietly, running after Jina.

You widened your eyes to Jaehyun, directing wildly to your overly-polite daughter.

Jaehyun just chuckled, “she really is an angel.”

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“Okay, we’re here,” you said, stopping the car and undoing your seatbelt.

You peered into the mirror to look at Jina, already with her seatbelt off.

“Jina, stay there until I get your sister out, okay?” you said, getting out the car and going to Jaeun’s side.

Your angel of a daughter was also tiny, both height-wise and weight-wise and so still required a baby seat.

“Here, I’ll take you in, Jina,” Jaehyun said, getting out the car and opening Jina’s door.

“Yay! Let’s go, Daddy! Let’s go!” Jina cheered.

“You ready?” you said to Jaeun, “come on, get your school bag.”

Jaeun looked up at your nervously and you sighed.

“I’ll be here to pick you up at lunchtime, okay? Then you can come home, have lunch and stay with me,” you said, “let’s just go for the morning, hmm?”

Jaeun nodded, getting her school bag and grabbing onto your hand so she could jump out the car. There were many parents and kids doing the same thing, all those kids here for their first day of school ever.

“Daddy,” Jaeun said, pointing slightly, her other hand not letting go of your arm, “over there.”

“Oh yeah, shall we go to him?” you said, Jaeun nodding as you headed over to your husband, “where’s Jina?”

“Off with her friends,” Jaehyun chuckled, “she was very excited about coming back.”

The bell started to ring and Jina came skipping back to kiss goodbye to you, Jaehyun and her baby brother.

“Go on, Jaeun-ie,” you smiled, “you need to go in now.”

“Where?” she asked quietly.

“Just over there,” you said, Jaehyun crouching to her level and pointing to the line, “there’s your teacher.”

“I’ll walk you over,” Jaehyun said quietly, “hmm?”

Jaeun nodded, taking her dad’s hand and walking over to the line.

You didn’t know where she had come from, but you were certain she was an angel.

“Mummy!” Jina exclaimed, running back over and handing you a small chocolate bar, “I took one of your choco bars this morning but I feel bad.”

You smiled, wrapping your eldest daughter’s small fingers around the treat, “did you take one for Jaeun as well?”

Jina nodded.

“Go on then, you have them,” you kissed her head, watching her run over to her line, waving at you and Jaehyun.

Or maybe both your daughters were angels.

#nct #nct 127 #dad!nct #dad!nct 127 #jung jaehyun #jaehyun #dad!jaehyun #dad!jung jaehyun #jung jaeun #jung jina #kpop #sm #sm entertainment #jung jaehyun scenarios #jung jaehyun imagines #jung jaehyun fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff

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iwrite4obx · 5 years ago

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It's a Date Pt. 2 | JJ x fem!Reader | Topper x fem!Reader

Read Part 1 | Read Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: So sorry for the delay. I took a short break due to life but I am back and ready to write! This is part 2 to my 4 part story requested by @sweetestdolan Please keep an eye out for part 3, which will be the date with her Topper! Requests are still temporarily closed. I will reopen them when this story is complete. Edit: nope I changed my mind, they're open!

T/W: Swearing and fluff. I think that's it.

Summary: Can I request a topper xx reader or Jj x reader where reader is Sarah and rafe’s cousin that’s staying with them for the summer and Sarah and John B wanna set her up with Jj while rafe (not a dick for once) sees her being with Topper and well she kinda has this thing where she says “make a date where it shows off your personality” and she goes on both and yea sorry if it’s confusing. This part is the date with JJ

Word count: 2k

You stood in front of Sarah's full length mirror, admiring the yellow gingham sundress you were trying on. It looked beautifuk on you. You loved the way it accentuated your curves.

“Nope, too formal,” Sarah decided, motioning for you to take it off and throw it on the pile with the dozen other outfits she'd already deemed too fancy or pretentious. You sighed, but obeyed, slipping the straps off your shoulders and letting the dress fall to the ground.

"How do you know it's too formal?" You questioned. "You don't even know what the date is."

"Because trust me, I know JJ. I've got a pretty good idea," she contended with a knowing smile.

You still didn't know quite how you'd gotten yourself into this mess. While your cousin Sarah and her boyfriend had been attempting to set you up with their friend JJ, your other cousin, Rafe, had interjected and tried to get you to go out with his friend Tooper. To stop your cousins from going at each other, you have promised to go on dates with both of them. It had seemed like an exciting idea at the time. You thought it would be a bit like the Bachelorette. Now however, you were starting to regret offering.

"Oh wait, I've got it!" Sarah announced after a moment. She pulled a rose-colored high waisted skater skirt from her drawer and went digging through the clothes pile for a white cropped tank top they had already discarded. "Try this on."

You put on the outfit and turned to look at yourself in the mirror. You liked it. It was cute, casual, and so you. But you were sure Sarah would find some issue with it.

"It's perfect!" Sarah squealed. "Just wear your swimsuit under it. I'd go with the coral one."

"We spent all this time finding an outfit, and I'm just gonna be swimming?"

Sarah just shrugged, making a motion that said her lips were sealed.

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John B came to pick you up in his van. During the entire ride, you pestered both he and Sarah about where you were going and why JJ couldn’t come pick you up himself, but they shared very little information with you.

You had managed to find JJ on Instagram, so at least you knew what he looked like. And when you saw his pictures, you were almost surprised. He was incredibly good-looking, there was no denying it. His untamed blond hair and crystal blue eyes, combined with his tendency to wear cut-off shirts or simply no shirt at all, made it hard to look away from him. Still, you were unsure about how this date would go. From what little you'd managed to gather about his personality, he was a comedic reckless bad-boy, and it wasn't a type you usually went for.

"We're here," John B announced, switching his car into park and hoping out.

You looked around at your surroundings, confused. "This is your house, isn't it?" you asked John B.

Before he could respond, you heard a voice behind you. “Hey, there's the infamous y/n." You turned around to see JJ emerging from John B's house with a wide grin on his face.

You were surprised to find that he was even more attractive in person.

"And you must be JJ." You reached out your hand to shake his, but he pulled you into a hug instead. You could feel the muscles in his arms and chest and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.

"Hey sorry about sending JB to pick you up. I had to do we last minute maintenance on the Pogue. I'm sure you're docking me points as we speak," he said with a cheeky grin.

You nodded even though you had absolutely zero clue what he was talking about. “Just a few,” you jokingly replied.

“Then we should get going before I can lose anymore. Hey Sarah, take care of John B for me, okay? I know he gets lonely when we’re apart.” John B flipped him off. You all said your goodbyes and Sarah and her boyfriend climbed back in his van and left, leaving you and JJ alone.

He turned to you with a smile. “Welcome to the Outer Banks, sweetheart. You’re gonna love it here.

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Only when you got down to the docks did what JJ had said make any sense. There was a small fishing boat docked there with the letters HMS POGUE painted on the side. You knew about the island rivalry between the rich Kooks and the poor Pogues, but none of it meant anything to you. You knew that even though the Cameron's were significantly wealthier than your side of the family, you would be considered a Kook. But in your opinion, the class-based bias was stupid and pointless.

When you saw the boat, you were instantly excited. You loved the sea and there were few things you enjoyed more than being on the My Druthers with you Uncle and cousins. Somehow, you knew the adventure in this small fishing boat with JJ would be even more exciting.

"Are we going out on the water? I love boating!" You exclaimed.

"Oh yeah? It's not beneath a Kook princess like you?"

It honestly made you angry to be stereotyped like that, but rather than calling him out on it, you calmly responded, "Not at all." You suddenly understood exactly what kind of girl he expected you to be, and you were determined to prove him wrong.

He helped you into the boat and thanked him. He untied the boat and pushed off from the dock before starting the engine. ”So tell me a little bit about yourself. Like, where're you from? How are you related to the Camerons?”

“Uncle Ward is my mom’s brother. We live about six hours away in Virginia, west of Roanoke. I love coming here any chance I get. This is the first time I've come by myself and I'm spending the entire summer."

"I can't imagine not living by a beach," he commented. He was lounging in the seat by the wheel, attempting and failing to steer the boat with his feet. You stifled a laugh. "Well really, I can't imagine living anywhere but here."

“My mom grew up here, with her brother. She left to go to school and never came back.”

“Wait, Sarah said her dad grew up on the cut. So your mom did too?”

“Yeah. When he earned all his money, he gave some to my mom." You didn't like talking about the origin of your wealth, but you felt comfortable with JJ. "They’re really close.”

You and JJ continued talking. You learned that he was an only child, but he didn't say much else about his family. Mostly he told you about his friends and what he liked to do. He told you that he was a good surfer, and you made him promise, even if you two were a terrible match, that he would give you lessons. He agreed with a laugh. Eventually, when you were far enough out, he cut the engine.

"Wanna go for a dip?" he offered.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Is this your secret plan to get me to take my clothes off on the first date? Because if so, it's working."

He laughed. "I did not expect you to be funny."

You tilted your head and smiled at him. "Well now that you've met me, I hope you've learned not to underestimate me."

"Yes ma'am," he agreed.

You both stripped down to your swimsuits. JJ, quickly dove in, but you were a bit hesitant.

"Come on. I'll catch you. Promise," JJ persuaded as soon as he broke the surface. He held out his arms to prove it to you.

You closed your eyes and jumped. True to his word, JJ caught you. The force from your jump caused both of you to go under, but he held you the entire time.

“You okay?” He asked when you both resurfaced. He didn’t truly sound concerned though, he was too busy laughing.

“I’m fine, but you won’t be when I get my revenge.”

“Revenge? Why, I caught you?” He protested.

“Revenge for laughing at me, obviously.”

He laughed again, seemingly not affected by your threat. You seemed to both simultaneously realize he was still holding on to you, and he gently released you, glancing away as if he was embarrassed.

JJ cleared his throat and broke the silence. “Okay, so I get Sarah, she’s a pretty cool chick, but how is a great girl like you related to a dickhead like Rafe Cameron?”

"Hey! That's my cousin you're talking about."

"Okay fine, sore subject."

You sighed. "Honestly, he's different around me. Different even than he is around Sarah and Wheezie. We’re pretty close. Not as close as me and Sarah, but still.”

“So that’s why you agreed to go on a date with Topper?”

“I guess.” You shrugged. Honestly, you hadn’t expected to connect this well with JJ. You already found yourself staring at him shamelessly, his lips specifically. The date with Topper was beginning to seem stupid. You could already imagine yourself spending your summer with JJ. Surfing, hanging out with his friends on the HMS Pogue, cuddling on the beach under the night sky. You shook your head to bring yourself back to reality. You'd only just met JJ, and you had no way of knowing if he even liked you.

“What should I know about Topper?” You asked JJ, curious.

JJ snorted. “I have nothing good to say about him. He’s a first-rate stuck-up kook.”

“Okay, sorry. Bad date topic anyway.”

“You know what’s a good date topic?” JJ began with a mischievous smile on his face. He swam up to you so that your faces were inches apart. You could sense his lips getting closer to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut. All of the sudden, he grabbed you by the waist and tossed you into the water, dunking you.

You gasped when your head emerged. “You are so dead,” you shouted.

You jumped onto his back, trying to force his head under, but he was stronger than you and easily threw you off. You chased after him, trying fruitlessly to get your payback. Only after ten minutes of chasing him were you finally able to dunk him, and even then, you had a feeling that he let you.

You were still both laughing when you climbed back on the deck on the Pogue. It was nearing nightfall, and you decided to head back. JJ had offered to let you steer, but he kept leaning over your shoulder and correcting your movements, so somehow you end up on his lap as you head back towards land. You were both silent, but it was a comfortable silence and you didn’t mind it in the slightest. When you pulled up to the dock, he turned off the engine and you both climbed off.

JJ led you to John B's yard where you reclined together on a hammock and looked up at the sky. It was slightly chilly outside, but JJ had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and wherever his bare skin touched yours, you felt warm.

"This is one of my favorite places in the world," he explained."I love to sit here with my friends, roll a joint, just look up at the sky. I don't care if it's in total silence. It's the only time I shut up," he joked. You can't help but laugh

"It feels just as natural with you here beside me. I guess what I'm trying to say is I can see you as one of us. You should hang out with us. With me."

He rolled on to his side to face you and you did the same. He reached up a hand to cup your cheek and pulls you closer until your lips are touching. It's the perfect kiss. Slow and gentle, but electrifying.

"Think about it," he whispered. You nodded, a silent promise.

You didn't know how it was possible, but as you laid there next to JJ, you could already feel yourself falling for him.

#obx #jj obx #jj x reader #obx fanfiction #jj maybank #outer banks #obx imagine #topper obx #topper x reader #sarah obx #john b obx #reader insert

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akiris · 4 years ago

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Some Mailee fluff

This fic is for the 1k writting challege from @fromthewatertribe. I had so much fun writing this and it’s my first finished fic in 2 years. This fic plays in an Modern University AU, I hope you don’t mind. And sorry if the characters are a little out of character, I tried my best.

Prompts used: 9. and 11 (in bold)

It was finally the long awaited summer break. In the last weeks of the semester Mai couldn’t concentrate on anything besides on how to work up the courage to ask her crush out. “Summer break is the perfect time to hang out with Ty Lee without the stress of college”, Mai thought to herself, at least that’s what she thought happened. Azula overheard what Mai said and smirked, “Should I help you? I’m sure Ty Lee would like to hang out with you too.” Mai sighed and answered coldly, ”If it’s real help and not something for you to take advantage of, sure.” Azula laughed and pouted at the same time, “Damn, you caught me. Just kidding! I overheard Ty Lee talking about how she wants to go to that new bubble tea place, you should invite her there.” Mai, typical of her, didn’t react to Azula’s laugh and pouting. “A bubble tea date, huh? Doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I will message her today.” Azula grinded, “Good Luck, even if you don’t need it. I’m glad I could help you!” Azula waved Mai goodbye, as she had her own business to take care of. Mai took out her phone and messaged Ty Lee.

“Hey, do you have any plans for summer break?” Ty Lee replied instantly.

“Hi, Mai! No, I’m totally free.”

“Good, when would you like to hang out with me at the new bubble tea place?”

“OMG! YES! How about directly tomorrow, at 4 pm?”

“Sure, let’s meet directly there!”

“Got it! I look forward to it!”

Wow, that went better than expected, Mai thought to herself and texted Azula.

“Ty Lee agreed to go to the place with me”

“Congrats! I told you, she is also into you”

“Maybe. We will see how it will go.”

The next day…

Mai got ready and put on her makeup. Her cat eye was so sharp it could kill a man, and the darkest lipstick, she owned, could scare off anyone. Maybe not the most fitting for a date, but it made Mai feel the most confident. She threw all the necessary stuff in her purse and put on her bad bitch heels. At 3:55 Mai was already at the meeting spot, so she decided to call Ty Lee: ” Where the fuck are you?” “Space doesn’t really exist, so I’m nowhere. Life is built on social constructs and, since there’s no way to know if we’re really alive or if it’s just an illusion, I can’t be anywhere.” “Ty Lee.” “Yeah, sorry, I got caught up but I’ll be there soon.” “Good. I will wait for you.” 10 minutes passed by and Ty Lee rolled up to the bubble tea cafe on her roller skates. Typical Ty Lee, Mai thought as she smiled slightly. It wasn’t common for Mai to smile, so Ty Lee appreciated every moment she saw the smile of her crush. Mai scanned the bubbly girl with her sharp eye from head to toe. Ty Lee was wearing a crimson red sleeveless crop top. Matching to the top was the white skater skirt with small pale pink and rose colored polka dots on it. Her roller skates were a pale pink as well. The smile on the face of Mai slightly increased, causing Ty Lee to blush. “You look beautiful”, Mai complimented her crush. “Thanks! You also look great”, Ty Lee replied. Mai wasn’t the type to reciprocate compliments, but as Ty Lee was her crush a weak heat spread itself across Mai’s cheeks. Still blushing Mai opened the door to the cafe and indicated for Ty Lee to come in, “After you.” Ty Lee smiled and did a small curtsy, which caused Mai to giggle. The two girls found a table in the corner and took a seat there. Mai couldn’t stop looking at Ty Lee while she was inspecting the menu. “I will take the Mango Milk Tea, what about you?” Ty Lee reached out the menu to Mai. While blushing Mai took the menu and looked at it “The Yuzu Matcha tea sounds interesting, I will take that.” “Noted.” A familiar voice interrupted the two love birds. Ty Lee looked up shocked to see Zuko, who was in an apron holding a notebook with a pen. “Zuko? What are you doing here?” Mai asked nonchalantly. Azula’s brother sighed and replied “I work here, if you haven’t noticed it. It’s Uncle’s cafe after all.” Ty Lee processed all the things Zuko said “Oh my god, that’s so cool!” “Yeah, you could say it like that. Your tea will be ready shortly” and with these words Zuko left the two lovebirds alone. “Azula never told me that Zuko works at this cafe, well whatever, she probably has her reasons,” Mai said something after listening to Ty Lee’s and Zuko’s chit-chat. After 10 minutes of waiting Zuko brought Ty Lee and Mai their bubble teas. Ty Lee was super excited and instantly started drinking it. “Wow, it tastes delicious! I didn’t expect anything less from Uncle Iroh.” Mai smiled at excited Ty Lee and also took a sip of her Yuzu Matcha tea. Her eyes widened at how good it tasted. “You are right! It’s really good.” While enjoying the teas Ty Lee and Mai talked and laughed. Zuko took a glance at the table, where they were sitting and noticed that he never saw Mai smile so much. She must really like Ty Lee, he thought. In that moment Mai noticed Zuko and sent him a death stare, which caused the boy to shift his focus back on the bubble tea he was preparing. It was starting to get dark and the girls were ready to leave. Ty Lee pulled out her wallet, prepared to pay for her tea. Mai placed her hand on Ty Lee’s and with a smile on her face said “Don’t worry about it, it’s on me.” Ty Lee grinded back and nodded. As soon as the girls exited the cafe, Ty Lee hugged Mai and whispered in her ear “I enjoyed today a lot! I don’t mind hanging out with you again.” Mai hugged Ty Lee back and smiled. “I know one more thing which could make this day ever better.” Mai released her crush from the hug and slowly placed her dark-colored lips on Ty Lee’s pink ones. Ty Lee, initially shocked about Mai’s forwardness, let herself lose in the embrace of the kiss and felt the warmth rise to her face. Ty Lee placed her hands on Mai’s neck and broke the kiss for a moment to catch a break. She looked up into Mai’s eyes and said shyly “You were right, it did make the day better.”

#nina's 1k event #mailee #atla fanfic #mai x ty lee

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dlwritings · 4 years ago

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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester

Chapter 17 - Innocent

pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc

word count - 4,837

warnings - language, blindfolds, bondage, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (you can’t go wrong if you shield your dong), ice play, fingering, squirting, daddy kink

additional notes at the end

(previous)

The following Wednesday, Alice went shopping with Jess and Hannah after school. At first, it was awkward. They were, after all, helping Alice shop for lingerie, and Alice was not as confident as they were. But then, after a while, she started to have a good time. Jess and Hannah were making it fun and lighthearted, so Alice was able to relax, and the girls helped her find the perfect look.

When Friday rolled around, the plan they had concocted the previous Saturday was in motion.

The men, per Jess' request, had made dinner plans. This gave Alice time to head to Dean's apartment and get ready. Of course, her nerves made it so she couldn't do it alone. So, she brought along Jess and Hannah. She greeted Derek as soon as they entered the lobby. "Do you need me to let you in?" he asked.

"Nope," she said. "I actually remember the code."

"Mr. Winchester will be impressed," Derek said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sure he will be," Jess said. Alice slapped Jess' arm, and the girls hopped on the elevator. As soon as they got into Dean's place, Alice made her way to the bathroom to change into the outfit. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, now wearing a g-string and stockings, and she was holding the corset up to her chest. She reached around to hook it closed, but couldn't quite reach it properly.

As humiliated as she felt, she stuck her head out of the bathroom. "Can one of you come help me?" she said. She heard both Jess and Hannah stand up from the bed and walk over to the bathroom.

"Hot damn, Alice!" Jess said.

"Shut up," Alice said, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "I just can't get this fastened. There's too many hooks." Hannah smiled and had her turn around so she could get all the hooks in their right place. Since Alice wasn't facing either girl, she took the moment to speak her mind. "What if he hates it?" she asked, her voice sounding small.

"That's impossible," Jess said without hesitation. "I've known Dean a long time. He may be all tough and strong, but deep down he'd melt if you took charge."

"This is perfect, Alice, don't worry," Hannah said. "He'll love it." She fastened the last hook on the top and gave Alice's shoulders a pat. "All done," she said.

"Okay," Alice said, letting out a puff of air through her lips. "Now, the stockings hook to these bits, right?" she asked, tugging on the straps at the end of her top. The girls nodded. "Okay," she said again. "I think I can do the rest of this. How much longer is he gonna be out with the boys?"

"As long as you need," Hannah said. "Cas said they're just getting to the restaurant. Just shoot one of us a text when you're done, and we'll tell Sam and Cas to call it a night." Alice nodded and looked at herself in the mirror again. All she needed to do was her makeup and curl her hair. If she worked fast enough, she figured she'd be done in about two hours. Her stupid hair took so long to curl.

Hannah and Jess both wished her luck and said goodbye before leaving her alone in Dean's apartment. She fastened the stocking to the top, then pulled on her black skater skirt and the grey Led Zeppelin shirt she usually wore to bed. The skirt was just long enough to cover the tops of her stockings, so Dean wouldn't be able to see the lingerie under her outfit. She sat down on the floor in front of Dean's floor length mirror to do her makeup and hair. She hated standing in front of a sink for too long, so she had a tendency to sit on the floor when she knew she had a lot to do.

She played some music on her phone as she got ready, trying to calm down her nerves. It was her instrumental playlist of songs she used when her students needed quiet work time. It put her kiddos at ease, and it did the same for her.

Once she was finally ready, she sent a text to her group chat with Hannah and Jess. Jess replied that she would text Sam, and ten minutes later, she texted again saying that Dean should be on his way back to the apartment. Alice put a chair from the dining room in the middle of his room and placed two of his ties on top of the dresser so she could easily access them later. Lastly, she slid on the black heels she had bought to complete the outfit.

She heard the key wiggle in the front door, so Alice took a seat on the chair, crossing her legs and taking a deep breath. Dean's footsteps came closer to the bedroom, and she started to fiddle with her hands. When he finally walked into the room, he almost jumped out of his skin. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, putting his hand on his chest. "What are you doing here?"

She shrugged. "Thought I'd give you a surprise."

"Yeah?" Dean said with a smile as he toed his shoes off. "Well, it's good to see you." Once he had kicked his shoes to the side, she stood up from the chair and took his hand.

"C'mere," she said. "I want to show you something." Dean looked amused as he scanned her outfit.

"You dressed up your sleep shirt," he said with a smile.

"Mhm," she hummed, walking him over to the chair she had been sitting in. "Is that okay?"

Dean chuckled. "You look incredible, as always. What're you all dolled up for?"

"I told you," she said, pushing him down onto the chair. "I want to show you something."

If there was any time to feign confidence, it was now.

Dean's eyebrows furrowed as Alice walked over to where the ties were. She stood behind him, and he was trying to turn his head to look at her as she placed her hands on his shoulders, slid them down his arms, and brought them behind the chair.

"Alice," Dean said, his voice carrying an edge of warning. "What are you doing?" She didn't say anything as she held his wrists and tied them together. He grunted when she threaded her fingers in his hair and ran her hand from the base of his neck to the top of his head. She moved her hand across his shoulders as she circled his body, the other tie still in her hand. His jaw was clenched, and she was sure she had never seen his eyes look darker. She had never seen him like this at all, and it made her feel good to know she was doing this to him.

She hummed. "Show you might be the wrong word." That was when she put the tie over his eyes and tied it around the back of his head.

"Alice," Dean said, though he knew it sounded more like a growl. "Untie me right fucking now."

"I don't think so," she whispered. She walked forward and sat on his lap, tugging her fingers through his hair. He groaned and fought against the restraints.

"How'd you learn to tie this so well?" he asked.

She giggled. "I can be full of secrets too." She lifted his head and pressed her lips to his, kissing him as hard as she could. He moaned against her lips, and Alice ground down against his hips. "Wish you could see yourself," she whispered, a smile on her face. "You look so hot like this, Dean. Can't believe you're all mine."

Dean could feel her lips close to his again, and he swore she was going to kiss him. Instead, she trailed her lips down his neck, leaving red lipstick stains in her wake. She sucked a mark on his neck, and he growled and fought against the tie again.

"Alice," he said. "Fuck."

"You wanna touch me?" she whispered.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned. She just giggled and stood up from his lap, kneeling on the ground as she unbuckled his belt and jeans. He lifted his hips so she could drag his jeans and boxers off his body. His cock sprang free, and she licked her lips at the sight. She braced her hands on his knees and spread his legs, then ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, swirling it around the tip. Dean's arms fought against their restraints, and he started to lift his hips. She pulled back and dragged her nails up and down his thighs.

"Sit still," she whispered, kissing his thighs.

"Alice, if you don't let me out of this-"

She cut him off by wrapping her mouth around his cock again, taking him so far that her nose hit his pelvis. She gagged slightly, and the sound made Dean moan again. She moved slowly and purposefully, her tongue swirling around him. The slurping sounds she was making were killing Dean. He dropped his head back, deciding not being able to touch or see her was worse than any torture he experienced in the past. Alice could feel his cock start to twitch, so she pulled away, and Dean practically whined. She giggled and bit her lip as she looked at him, feeling power swell in her chest. "Please, sweetheart," Dean said, not being able to see her start to take off her skirt and t-shirt. He opened his mouth to say something again, but stopped as soon as he felt her start to undo the tie around his eyes. He blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust, but as soon as he saw her, he let out another moan. "Jesus Christ, baby," he muttered. "Look at you."

Alice smiled and sat on his lap again, bracing her hands on his shoulders. She rolled her hips against his crotch, not quite allowing him to slide inside her. She raised her hips slightly and pushed her g-string to the side. Instead of sinking down on him, she gripped his cock and only allowed the tip to slip inside before pulling away again. "Alice," he said, that dark and warning tone returning. "Untie me. Now."

"Shh," she said. "I'm in charge."

Dean breathed out a sigh of relief as she sunk herself onto his cock. She buried her face in his neck and lightly bit it. He moaned as she moved her hips slowly against his, doing her best not to let out any of her vulnerable whimpers. She was in charge. He was the one who should feel weak and submissive. Not her. Not tonight. She was proving that she wasn't just the naive girl he thought she was. "Your cock feels so good," she said, flicking his earlobe with her tongue. "You fill me up so good." Dean moaned and tried to thrust his hips up, but she just kissed his neck again and shushed him. "Relax," she cooed. "I told you to sit still, daddy."

"Alice, I swear to god-" Dean grumbled. She cut him off with a giggle and another roll of her hips. They both moaned as he hit deep inside her causing her to clench around his cock.

"Want you to cum first, daddy," she said, trying to stop the shake in her voice. She looked down at him and pressed her lips to his, rolling her hips faster as her tongue worked its way into his mouth. When she bit his lower lip, he groaned and shot his load inside her. She pulled her lips away from him and buried her face in his neck as she tangled her fingers in his hair. He was panting as she continued rolling her hips until she felt his dick soften. She let out a sigh when she got off him, feeling his cum slide down her thigh.

The room was silent except for Dean's still heavy breathing. Alice got behind him and untied his wrists, then pulled his Led Zeppelin shirt back on. When she turned to look at him again, he was already right in front of her. He pushed her onto the bed and kissed her, all teeth and tongues, with his hands gripping her wrists and pinning them to the bed. She smiled against his lips, and he pulled away. "You think this is funny?" he asked.

"I liked watching you whine for me," she said. His eyes darkened, and his nostrils flared. "What do you want, Dean?" she whispered. She could tell he was holding back, and she didn't want him to.

"Can't do what I want to do," he muttered, bringing his lips down to her jaw. He left a mark on her jawline and she sighed.

"Yes you can," she whispered. He pulled away and looked in her eyes, his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes darted between hers, searching for some hesitance. He found none. "Show me how you want to use me, daddy." Dean lost all resolve and kissed her so hard, he knocked the wind out of her.

"You say red, and I stop right away," he said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't hold back," she said, scratching her nails lightly across the stubble on his face. He licked his lips before kissing her again, then pulled the t-shirt over her head. He pushed her flat onto the bed, then stood up and looked at her. She started to prop herself up on her elbows, but he pushed her back down.

"Stay," he said. She sighed and laid back down, letting her hair fan out around her. Dean came back with four ties, and she licked her lips as she watched him take off her shoes and tie her arms and legs to the four bed posts so she was spread eagle to him. If she thought she was good at tying people up, she had nothing on him. Then again, he probably had a lot more experience. The ties didn't hurt, but she knew there was no way she'd be budging.

Dean stood up from the bed and licked his lips, rubbing his face with his hand like he was admiring his work. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out his phone. "Can I take a picture, baby?" he asked. "You just look so pretty like this." She blushed but nodded, turning her head to the side because she was too embarrassed to actually look at the camera. He chuckled and snapped a few pictures before putting his phone on the bedside table. He crawled on top of her and kissed her neck and down her chest to the fabric of her corset top. "Sweetheart," he muttered, his lips still against her skin, "I'm gonna make you cum so many times tonight." She took in a sharp breath and nodded. "But first," he said, "I want this-" He tugged at the corset. "-out of the way."

Before she could say anything, Dean gripped the corset in both hands and ripped it open. She gasped at the action and arched her back, and he pulled it out from under her. Dean surprised her by standing up and grabbing another tie. "I just realized," he said, "it wouldn't be very fair if you got to see everything when you didn't let me see anything."

"But-"

"Shh," he teased, "daddy's in charge now. Just like he should be." She bit her lip as he tied the final tie around her eyes.

"You know," she said, "does one man really need all these ties?" She jumped when he kissed her again, lightly biting her lower lip.

"Don't make me gag you too," he said.

Alice couldn't tell for sure, but the room got so silent that she swore Dean had left. The thought was confirmed when she heard him set something on the bedside table. What had he gotten? She jumped when something cold landed on the middle of her chest.

Dean hovered over her and put the ice cube in his mouth, bringing it over to her right nipple, swirling it around the bud until it hardened and the ice melted. He got another cube and did the same to her other nipple, enjoying the constant whines he was getting out of her. When the second ice cube melted, he grabbed her g-string and ripped it from her body, then grabbed another ice cube, putting it back in his mouth and dragging it down her torso before running it across her clit. "Oh," she gasped, her hips trying to lift and meet his mouth. Dean pulled back, bringing the ice cube back up her torso

"Sit still," he said, using her words against her. She bit her tongue, and forced her body to stay against the mattress. He took a fresh ice cube and went back to her pussy, keep it in his mouth and swirling it around her clit again. The contrast between his warm tongue and the cold ice cube were sending shock waves through her body. He let it slide into her slit before slurping it back into his mouth and bringing it up to her clit again.

"Dean," she cried, her head digging into the mattress. The ice was starting to melt, so he brought it back to her slit, pushing it past her folds, his tongue following. She cried out as he started fucking her with his tongue, and before she knew it, she came, squeezing her eyes shut and seeing stars.

Just as she started to come down from her high, Dean untied her legs so he could hook his arms under her thighs and lift her pussy up to his face. He dove in, slurping her juices up and sliding a finger inside her. His tongue flicked against her clit as he worked in another finger, pumping in and out as he sucked her clit until she practically screamed. His finger curved and pressed against her g-spot over and over again. "Dean," she said. "Dean, I-"

"I told you," he said. "You're gonna cum over and over tonight. So cum on my fingers." She did, her hips jerking against his face. He laid her legs back down, but before she could even fully recover from her second orgasm, he dragged his fingers out of her pussy and started rubbing her clit.

"Dean," she cried. "I, I can't. 'S too much."

"Yes you can," he said, his voice almost a growl. He continued rubbing her clit while bringing his other hand back inside her pussy, thrusting three fingers inside her now. She felt her orgasm building, but it felt different.

"Wait," she said. "Something, it's, it feels-"

"I know, baby," he said. "You can do it. You're right there."

Alice let out a choked cry as she came, not even caring about how loud she was being. Dean watched in awe as she squirted all over his arm. "There you go, sweetheart," he said, licking his lips as he watched her. "Fuck, fuck you're so perfect, baby." It took her a minute to catch her breath, and when she finally did, he pulled his fingers out of her. She whined at the feeling, and Dean grabbed his phone again. "I gotta take another picture, okay?" he said. She barely answered, just nodded and continued to focus on catching her breath. He brought his fingers down to her pussy, dragging the moisture across her slit. She jumped and tried to wiggle away from him.

"What, what happened?" she whispered. "What was that?" Dean untied her blindfold, and she blinked a few times to adjust. He kissed her softly, and she could taste herself on his lips.

"Sweetheart, you just squirted," he said.

"W-What does that mean?" she asked.

He chuckled. "It means you're even more incredible than I thought you were." She just furrowed her eyebrows, and he grinned and untied her wrists. She looked at the sheets as she sat up a bit and noticed she had stained them.

"Oh my god," she said, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment. "I did that?"

"Hell yeah, you did," he said. "And it was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. Now-" He grabbed her by her waist and flipped her over. She instinctively braced her elbows against the mattress. "-I'm going to fuck one more out of you." Dean was quick to kick his jeans and boxers off, his cock feeling trapped as it had gotten unbearably hard watching her. He put one hand on the space between her shoulder blades and kept her pressed against the mattress, then lifted her hips so her ass was in the air. He groaned and buried his face in her pussy again. He still wasn't used to how fucking delicious she was. She whined and squeezed her eyes shut, wiggling against him. He chuckled and pulled away, then pumped his cock in his hand before thrusting it into her. She moaned and grabbed the sheets in her fist.

Dean had never been rough with her before. He had been very careful to not let go, but tonight, he lost all resolve. His balls slapped against her skin, and his fingers were leaving bruises on her hips. Alice's breath kept getting caught in her throat, and she swore she was going to pass out from the pleasure. Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back up so that her back was pressed to his chest. They were both sweating, their bodies sticking together, but neither of them cared. He slid his hand down her stomach and started rubbing her clit. He was right there, but he needed her to cum with him. "I know you can do it, Alice," he said. "Just one more. Be a good girl and cum one more time for daddy." Her body felt weak, but she mustered up all her strength to put her hand on the back of his head and pull his lips to hers. In seconds, she was cumming again, and her squeezing his cock was all it took for him to shoot his load inside her. Once he was able to catch his breath, Dean pulled out of her. For the second time that night, he watched as his cum dripped down her thighs.

Alice collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. Dean chuckled and brushed his fingers through her hair. "Alice," he whispered, "why don't you go to the bathroom before you go to sleep?"

"No," she muttered. "Can't get up."

Dean chuckled. "Yes you can." He swatted her butt playfully. "Go." She whined but did as he said, also using the time to take her makeup off. By the time she came back, Dean had already changed the sheets, so she fell onto the clean bed. He smiled and walked over to his drawers to get her a clean pair of his boxers to wear. When he walked back over to her, he crouched on the floor and pulled her closer to him so he could roll each of her stockings down her legs, smiling when he noticed her eyes were still closed. He started to pull the boxers up her legs. "Sweetheart," he said softly, "gonna need you to stand up so I can put these on for you."

She whined. "You're not supposed to take care of me tonight." Still, she stood up on shaky legs and braced her hands against his shoulders as he helped her put the boxers on.

"I like taking care of you," he said when she sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Now, be a good girl and lift your arms." Alice sighed and lifted her arms so Dean could pull the Led Zeppelin shirt back on her body.

Dean went to use the bathroom and change into some clean boxers, which gave Alice a chance to think. She sighed and sat up a bit so she could pull her hair into a ponytail. She felt like nothing had changed. No matter what she did for him or let him do to her, he would still treat her like she was fragile in the end. How long before he got sick of that? Sick of her?

As soon as Alice heard the bathroom door open, she got under the covers and turned on her side, facing away from the side Dean laid on. Dean got into bed and ran his hand up and down her arm. "What'd I do wrong?" he asked, noticing how upset she was.

"Nothing," she mumbled. Dean sighed and turned her so she was facing him.

"Obviously I did something wrong," he said. "You won't even look at me." He paused. "Was I too rough? You didn't use your safe word, so I thought-" She forced her eyes to meet his which made him stop his words in their tracks.

"I don't want to be a phase."

Dean looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. "A phase?" he asked. "What are you talking about?"

"I know I'm-" She hesitated. "I know I'm so much younger than you, and, and I don't know a lot about sex, and I know you think you're having fun with me right now, but I don't want you to get sick of having to take care of me. And that doesn't mean I don't like when you take care of me. I do. I really do, but I just-" She cut herself off and hung his head.

Dean didn't know what to say. His heart was breaking. He could see how much this was hurting her, and he had no idea she had been feeling that way. Before he could say anything, she continued.

"So I thought I would show you that I could, I don't know," she said, her voice sounding so small. "That I could take charge or that you could be rougher with me and you would see that I'm not boring and that I can do more if you want me to."

Dean sighed and put his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap. She curled up against his chest, and he stroked her hair. "Sweetheart, I like you just as you are," he said. "You're not, you're not a phase. I may be older than you, but that doesn't mean anything to me. I've told you before, you don't have to change anything about yourself for me." He placed a kiss to her temple. "That's not to say that I didn't love what we just did and what you did for me," he muttered against her skin, hoping she could feel him smile. He knew she did by the way she cuddled up closer to him. "But it's okay if you like being submissive. It's okay if you like to be taken care of. I told you. I like taking care of you. I like how innocent you are." She sighed, and Dean could see her cheeks turn pink. He lifted her chin so she was looking at him. "You act like being innocent is a bad thing."

"When you're dating a mob boss, it feels like it is," she muttered. Dean sighed and shook his head.

"My whole life," he said, "I've been surrounded by hurt and violence and anger and pain. I never had a moment to be innocent. So when I look at you? I see someone who gets to be who I never got to be."

"A 22-year-old girl?" she teased. Dean smirked and lightly flicked her cheek. She just giggled and kissed his cheek, then his face grew a little more serious again.

"Innocent," he said. He hesitated and brushed some hair away from her face. "I've spent so much time running from anyone who could mean anything to me. Anyone who could show me that part of my life that I missed. It was just easier, you know? But then I found you, and you've-" He paused again and licked his lips. "It's like you've opened up this side of me that I didn't even know I had."

"So you like that I'm innocent because you never got to be innocent?" she asked, putting her chin on his chest.

"I guess," Dean said. "I don't know. I'm not making much sense am I?"

"S'okay," she said, drawing random shapes across his skin. "I think I understand. Just crazy that, that I'm the one you found."

Dean could tell she was getting more and more sleepy as the minutes ticked on. He laid her down next to him and turned so he could spoon her. "I just really like you, Dean," she whispered. "Don't want you to leave me." He looked down at her as her breathing became more steady, and he was sure she had fallen asleep. He kissed her neck again.

"I'm never gonna leave you."

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moonlightandlilacs · 5 years ago

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A Very Strange Tea Party

This story is inspired by the amazing work of katydoodles, specifically this adorable drawing.

This would take post-Battle of the Miraculous. Luka knows that Marinette is under extreme stress (and knows why, although he’s keeping that to himself), so he decides to give her a relaxing, fun afternoon.

Luka asks Juleka to gather the girls together, though he doesn’t tell her why, just that it involves Marinette. He’s surprised at how quickly they all arrive at the houseboat, not realizing that they all think he’s trying to make a plan to ask Marinette on a date.

Rose is already squealing quietly into Juleka’s shoulder as they all settle into their seats and stare at him expectantly.

“It’s just so romantic,” Rose mumbles.

Juleka chuckles softly into the other girl’s blonde locks and whispers, “You think everything is romantic.”

Luka looks around at the assembled young women and gives them a smile. “Thank you all for getting here so fast. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Marinette has been really stressed lately, and I think she deserves some help. She’s always here for us, so let’s be there for her.”

A little embarrassed at making a speech, especially without his guitar in hand, he looks down at his shoes for a moment. The memory of Marinette crying into his shirt surfaces, though, and that gives him the strength to look back up.

“Not that I’m not supportive, but how is asking her out going to make her less stressed?” Alix asks bluntly.

“Because then she’ll have someone to lean on, and someone to love her and hold her and-”

“Whoa!” Luka bursts Rose’s romance bubble, turning redder and redder. “Who said anything about- that’s not- I didn’t gather you all here to talk about me asking Marinette out.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, ignoring the sighs of disappointment from around the room.

“Alix is right; that would just put something else on her plate, and she’s conflicted enough right now. At the moment, she needs her friends,” the teal-haired musician says firmly. He then turns his gaze to Alya. “What’s a book or movie that Marinette really likes? Maybe something she dressed up as for a party?”

Alya looked thoughtful for a moment. “I’m not sure where you’re going with this, but she loves those Lewis Carrol books, especially the first one. Alice in Wonderland, I think it’s called?”

Luka grins. “Perfect. Does she have a dress she’s made that would fit that?”

“I don’t know...” Alya dithers. Suddenly, Myléne perks up.

“What about that Little Bo Peep dress she made? That’s like Alice, only in pink!”

“Yeah, that should work,” the redhead agrees.

“So what’s the plan?” Alix asks. “Clearly you have one. Care to share with the rest of us? We’re Marinette’s friends, too.”

Luka smiles again. “We’re going to throw her an Alice in Wonderland-themed party.”

The girls meet this announcement with grins and the whipping out of phones. Even Alix, who would normally hate this sort of thing, is nodding. “Let’s give Marinette a party to remember!”

OooOooOooOooO

Several hours later, they have a basic plan in place and characters assigned. The location, one of the many park/gardens of Paris, has been chosen, and tasks have been allocated.

Rose has been put in charge of decorations, with Myléne to help rein her in. Obviously, none of them are as handy at designing and making clothes as Marinette, so they’ve decided to keep the costumes simple; Juleka, as the resident model, is given that task. Alix is to get Marinette to the party with the help of Myléne, while Alya is in charge of research. She, as the “best friend” also has the unenviable job of somehow convincing Marinette to wear her pink Bo Peep dress the day of the party without making her suspicious. Luka is, rather obviously, in charge of music, and he’s convinced Marinette’s parents to supply food and drink; that phone call had gone surprisingly well. He’s also in charge of transporting said food and drink.

As the meeting breaks up that evening and the visitors head to their various homes, everyone is excited and hopeful, ready to start on their tasks.

OooOooOooOooO

The day of the party dawns sunny and warm, and all of the final preparations are quickly finished. Luka ferries pastries, finger-foods, and tea from the Dupain-Cheng household to the garden while Alya video chats with Marinette to keep her safely out of the way. Rose sets up a lavish tea set and table for the goodies, along with plenty of decorations (not all in pink, thanks to Myléne). Juleka hands out costumes to everyone, and then it’s time to fetch the guest of honor, whom Alya has finally talked into showing off her adorable dress.

Alix skates to the bakery, her white rabbit ears flying behind her, and exchanges her prized skates for a pair of white sneakers before strolling inside. Tom and Sabine give her matching grins and call to Marinette that she has a visitor.

When Marinette appears at the bottom of the stairs and spots Alix in her waistcoat and bunny ears, she gives the girl a confused look. Alix just smiles and pulls out her prized pocket watch.

“You’re late for a very important date,” the skater informs Marinette. “No time to say hello, goodbye; you’re late, you’re late, you’re late.” She grabs Marinette by the hand and pulls her out of the bakery.

“Have fun, kids!” Tom calls as the door swings closed.

For a few minutes, Marinette allows herself to be dragged along in silence, too confused to protest. In fact, when she sees the fluffy white tail protruding from Alix’s white pants, she nearly trips over her own feet. Eventually, she gathers herself.

“Alix, what’s going on?” This barely affords her a glance.

“Don’t worry. You’ll see.” As Alix turns back around and starts tugging Marinette along again, Myléne comes around the corner ahead of them.

“But I have work I should be doing, and I’m sure my parents need help in the bakery, and there’s so little time, and I’m wearing this silly dress, and-”

“Now, now, don’t cry,” Myléne chastises gently as she joins them. “Wouldn’t want to create a sea of tears, now would we?”

Marinette’s head snaps around, and she takes in the shorter girl’s grey sweater, mouse ears, and drawn-on whiskers.

“The... doormouse?” Marinette mumbles quietly. “And... the white rabbit?”

“Very good, Alice. But don’t get too far ahead of us,” Myléne adds with a grin. Marinette looks down at herself and reassesses her dress, putting a few more pieces together in her mind. She nods decisively and speeds up to walk between her friends instead of being pulled behind.

As the group turns another corner, they are met with the entrance to a garden. The gate is open, but placed into the gap is a small door. Marinette grins and kneels down to open it. She crawls through and gasps as she looks up on the other side.

Rose has truly outdone herself with the decorations, turning the garden into a magical forest fit to be called Wonderland. There are flowers everywhere, shimmering cloths draped through the trees, ceramic mushrooms dotting the ground, and a large table set up in the center. As Marinette spins around, taking it all in, Rose pops up next to her with a huge, well, Cheshire grin.

“Welcome to Wonderland, Marinette!” Rose squeals. The stripes on her face are beginning to warp with the size of her smile, and she bats at one of her cat ears with a gloved hand, showing off the paw pads felted to the underside.

“Glad to see I convinced you to wear that dress,” Alya comments as she swishes over, her red and black skirts flowing around her and her crown shining in the sunlight. Her heart-painted lips pucker in a smirk. “Fancy a game of croquet?”

She swings a plastic lawn flamingo down from her shoulder and offers it to Marinette. “I guess since you’re my best friend, I can pass on the beheading part.”

“Heads are made for wearing hats, not for rolling,” comes a shy voice. Juleka steps out of the shadows and sweeps her overlarge top hat off of her head as she bows.

Marinette’s eyes begin to fill with tears. “I can’t believe you guys did all this for me! This is... amazing! Thank you all so much!” She gathers her friends into a group hug.

As they pull apart, Myléne smiles. “Well, it wasn’t all us...” she points out. When Marinette shoots her a confused look, she steps back and gestures toward the tea table. Blue meets blue as Marinette turns to face Luka, who is stepping towards her with a soft grin.

“Why, hello, Alice. Or Marinette, if I may.” His large rabbit ears flop forward slightly as he takes her hand and leans down to give it a kiss. “The March Hare, at your service. Would you care for a spot of tea?”

Marinette, still blushing, giggles and nods. Luka leads her to the table and pulls out a chair for her. Seeing the spread of desserts, finger sandwiches, and a beautiful tea pot with steam drifting from the spout, she tears up again.

“You guys really didn’t have to do all this.”

“We know, but we did, so sit down and enjoy,” Alix responds firmly.

“Besides, your parents helped,” Alya points out. The others all chorus agreements and encouragements, and Marinette somehow finds herself settled into a chair with a cup of tea in front of her. The others all settle around her and begin passing around the food with smiles and laughter. Luka’s fingers brush Marinette’s as he hands her a cucumber sandwich, and she nearly drops it at the tingle that runs the whole way up her arm. That tingle spreads and becomes butterflies in her stomach when Rose mentions that this party was all Luka’s idea.

OooOooOooOooO

Several “clean cup, move down”s, a lot of tasty snacks, and a very strange game of croquet later, Luka rises. He pulls out his phone and presses a few buttons, causing music to begin playing from hidden speakers.

“Would you like to dance, Marinette?” He asks softly. A muffled squeak is the first response he receives, but she puts her hand in his nonetheless. As he leads her to a grassy area and begins to sway with her, he looks down into her eyes.

“You look beautiful, you know. And your heart sounds so much lighter.”

“Thank you, Luka. For all of this. I still can’t believe you guys did all this for me.”

“You’ve been so stressed, Marinette. We’re your friends, and we wanted to be here for you. You needed a break and some fun.” At this, Luka twirls Marinette out, showcasing the loveliness of her dress and making her giggle again. He pulls her back into a dip and swings her upright smoothly. As they lock gazes, the song comes to an end, to be replaced by “I Love Unicorns” by Kitty Section.

This jolts a laugh from Marinette, who had been lost in Luka’s eyes until then. He lets her go, and she is immediately swept up by her friends into a silly jumping dance. Luka smiles at her joy for a moment before joining in with dramatic air guitar.

They all dance and laugh and play the afternoon away together, Jagged Stone melding with songs from the various movies and shows based on Alice’s Adventures in Wonderful, along with songs from Kitty Section. Soon, everyone’s sides hurt from dancing and laughing so much, and Marinette feels happier and more at peace than she has in a long time. If that feeling amplifies every time she looks at Luka, well, that’s her own business.

The last song on the playlist is a recording of Luka playing Marinette’s song, and as soon as it begins, she shyly asks him to dance.

“Of course, Alice. This Hare is always at your service.” He bows over her hand. Marinette tugs one of his ears in response, startling a chuckle out of him. As Luka and Marinette wrap their arms around each other, Juleka attempts to stifle the squee emerging from Rose. Alya takes numerous photos of the pair as they sway together, and none of the girls can deny how sweet this moment is.

As the end of the song approaches, Marinette lifts her head from Luka’s chest to look him in the eye. “Thank you, Luka. I really needed this. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun, and everything has been so hard lately. Just... thank you.”

“Anytime, Marinette. I’m always here for you.”

“I know, Luka. You’re sweet that way.” After another moment, she nods to herself decisively and tugs on the back of Luka’s neck to bring him closer. He bends obligingly, and she whispers in his ear. “I want to thank you properly.”

“Marinette, you don’t have t-”

The rest of his words are lost as she kisses him. Her nerves are evident, as is his surprise, but they both soon melt into the chaste kiss.

“Thank you, Luka,” she whispers when they pull apart.

“Do we all get one of those?” Alix calls. The pair blushes, but eventually, everyone laughs, and Marinette’s heart soars. For the moment, all stress is forgotten, thanks to her friends.

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klaumiel · 4 years ago

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You are all I’ve got, Austin.//Chapter 4: The last poem.

I opened the door before Shaun even stopped the car and jumped out. I didn’t want to waste any second, I ran to the house, and straight to the kitchen where I had my charger.

‘ Turn on, you piece of shit!’ I shouted nervously trying to turn on my phone. Shaun stood next to me, rubbing my shoulder.

As soon as my phone was on, I opened Lovelik, and immediately my heart dropped and my eyes filled with tears.

‘’ you’ve been quiet for a while…

Can you just send an emoji or something

Anything to let me know you are okay

Please

…

Ok, I’m freaking out!!

You’ve been gone for too long, so I have to assume the worse

Bennie got you, and it’s all my fault

Please tell me I’m wrong

Please tell me I’m not responsible for more blood on my hands

I know you are there! Come on!

If we never talk again… I couldn’t live with myself

All I want is to know for sure, but I’m almost out of time

Tomorrow’s the day of my execution

Fuck…

It's so weird to see it written out like that

Like I know what the words mean, but it doesn’t feel real

…

They asked what I wanted for my last meal this morning

They usually offer a steak, but I asked for some candy instead

If I can’t have you with me …

At least I’ll have something sweet

…

Damn! I thought that might work

You always call me out for being cheesy

Please give me a sign …something

ANYTHING !

Well, I got something for you – one last poem

Here it goes…

At the start nothing left to lose-

Nothing to stop me from trying

At the end, with hands shaking –

I was immersed in a love undying

Now our souls will finally rest in memories

Lost without a trace

And forever will I be free to bask

In the light of your grace

That’s all I’ve got

Goodbye

I answered his message as fast as I could, with tears in my eyes and shaking hands. This can’t be goodbye, not like this!

‘This can’t be happening, Shaun!’ I cried ‘He is being executed today, we have to do something! I can’t let him die!... Maybe I should call the police station make sure that they informed the prison about the DNA … Shit, he isn’t answering! ‘ I hold my phone with hands shaking.

‘I will make a call now’ Shaun said, wiping my tears with his hands ‘They can’t go ahead with execution if there is new evidence.’

‘Please answer me …please be there. Austin god Damit!’ I cried

Suddenly an emoji popped next to my message. He is alive! Of course, he is, he can’t just leave me like that, my heart pounded in my chest, and I saw a message popping up

‘’WAIT- YOU’RE ALIVE!?’’

I smiled through tears. Duh!

I told him that I submitted Bennie’s DNA and they are testing it as we speak.

But the happiness didn’t last long, the guard came to get him. This can’t be the end!

‘Shaun, what did they tell you !?’ I asked getting more and more anxious

‘They informed his lawyer, he is on his way there. Austin will be fine Maya, take a deep breath and calm down. He will be okay ‘ Shaun said, approaching me and grabbed my hand, I squeezed my phone so hard I left a mark on my hand, and my fingers got numb.

‘But the guard just came to take him, he told me … Are you sure? ‘ I felt lighter, calmer but still not sure, what to think about this

‘Maya, they confirmed that prison is aware. The guard must’ve come for some other reason… hang on… he had his phone in the cell? I thought he kept it the library. ‘

‘He took it with him because he was worried, I wasn’t answering he thought I was dead.’

Shaun smiled gently ‘ You should rest, go to sleep for a little while, don’t worry, he will be fine.’

Shaun went back home. I took a quick shower, and laid on the sofa, put my phone on the loudest setting possible and quickly fell asleep.

A few hours later, loud sound woke me up. I sat up quickly looked outside; it was dark. Must’ve slept all day.

‘’How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways,

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.‘’

Is he saying what I think he is saying?

‘’I fucking love you.’’

I felt butterflies feeling my stomach, I smiled from ear to ear ‘I love you too!’ I answered.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for days. Only the thought of losing him proved me how much I loved him, how important to me he was. My worries he won’t feel the same vanished. Happiness filled me instantly, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. But there were happy tears.

He was fine, alive and most likely will be realised soon. We will finally be able to be together. I felt like I didn’t want to be without him ever again.

Bennie’s DNA was a match, and the judge accepted it as evidence in his case. His execution has been postponed, and he had court scheduled for the next morning. We talked for a little while longer. This time our conversation felt lighter, we finally said it. I couldn’t wait to be able to tell him in person.

Straight after I called Shaun and shared the good news. I also decided to call Gemma, she was my friend for the last ten years after all.

She listened, but she was cold and very distanced.

‘Gemma, what is going on? Did I do something wrong ?’ I decided to ask her

‘ No, everything is fine’ I knew it was a lie

‘Listen, I think we need to talk. Do you want to go for coffee before work tomorrow? I really need to know what’s going on.’

‘Sure, I will pop to your place at seven, ok? I need to go now. I am happy for you. See you tomorrow.’ She hang up before I managed to answer.

I was anxious but happy at the same time. Austin and I took our relationship to the next level, we managed to save his life, depending on the outcome of tomorrow’s court he could be a free man soon. The feeling of being able to finally see him was amazing.

The whole situation with Gemma was strange, but if she wanted to blow our friendship because of some stupid reason, I wouldn’t stop her. I had all I wanted at this moment, Austin

alive and safe, I knew I will probably have to wait for him, but I was ready for this.

I lied in bed reading his messages, his beautiful poems. He is such a melt, but I love him so much. Always playing the rough and scary guy but deep inside such a softy. He has never been in love, so he didn’t know how to act what to do, what to say, how to express his emotions but he did it the best way he could through his poems. I loved his soft side, only made him hotter.

The only thing that was missing that night was him next to me, his strong arms around me, but I knew deep inside that one day this will happen, and only the thought of what's going to happen once we finally get to be alone made me feel hot and dizzy. I wanted him so bad … If this wasn’t love, fuck knows what it was, but I didn’t care I just wanted to feel it.

Next morning, I woke up with a smile, it was a good feeling. From now, it will only get better.

Well, not entirely true.

I got ready to work, I was in the mood for some fancy clothes, I’ve put on my favourite black skater skirt, and cream ruffle trim shirt.

I was finishing straightening my hair when my doorbell rang.

‘Get in! The door is open’ I shouted from the corridor

‘You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked’ Gemma came in, dropped her laptop bag on the sofa and went to the kitchen to take some coffee.

I came downstairs, we started with the usual chat about work, but the innocent conversation quickly changed direction to something I didn’t expect.

‘So Gemma, I can’t be postponing this any longer. We are friends for ten years, I can see that something is wrong. You are very distant ever since things with Austin been getting serious. You seem to be cold, and I can feel you want to tell me something. Now is the time’ I sat up straighter ‘Why did you say that Austin and I have no future, why are you so against him? You don’t even know him… Or something is happening that you don’t want to tell me about.’

She looked at the mug, clearly getting annoyed.

‘Maya, I have to say it … nobody else will. You look so happy I didn’t want to disturb this, but someone has to tell you. You should've stopped this at the begging when you found out he is on a death row. What are you doing with your life? This supposed to be just for fun, you took this whole dating online a bit too seriously. Frist Albert, days talking about how bad you feel about telling him to fuck off because you are not ready, instead of having fun one night like you did and let him go, forget it. Then Austin… If I knew that you will get so attached to him I would never tell you swipe… this is insane Maya! You can’t be in love with the guy you never met! A criminal! Luke wasn’t enough for you? Abuse, drugs, gangs, didn’t this teach you a lesson to stay away from guys like this?’ Her voice slowly started to rise

‘Austin is not like Luke, he is not a criminal.’ I was lost of words, I had no idea she saw it that way.

‘ He is in prison, so he is a criminal. How do you even know he is real? You never met him, never heard him speak. He could be someone else…You got so naïve recently. ‘

‘What are you talking about, he is real. Gemma… this is crazy. Where is this all coming from ?! ’

‘What is crazy? Being realistic? Let’s assume he is real, and he gets out of prison, what then? Do you really believe this will be a happy ever after? You will be a cute couple, doing cute coupley things? Open your eyes, Maya! He’s been locked for seven years, he has no idea what’s outside, who will give him a job? Are you ready to be his babysitter? What do you know about his past? Nothing, only a few bits that aren’t pretty. What if he goes back to old habits, gangs, criminal world. Are you ready to follow him? Since when you got so soft and fucking naïve and weak? Life is not a pretty fairytale.’

I just stood there with my mouth open lost for words.

‘ I just wanted you to know that I won’t be sticking around if you choose him. I have a career I can’t allow myself being linked to a murderer.’

This was the point where she crossed the line, I couldn’t sit there and listen to the bullshit that was coming out of her mouth.

‘ He is not a murderer Gemma! He is innocent! Why you hate him so much!? We proved his innocence last night! How can you say all that? You suppose to be my friend. Didn’t you say you want me to be happy? So guess what … Finally, I can see a possibility to be happy, after everything, after moths taking medications to be able to function every day. After sleepless miserable nights, I can finally live normally Gemma. And if you don’t like it .. well .. it is your call.’ I really hoped she will understand.

‘ You see, that’s the problem with you. Is always you. I’m sick of it Maya, I’m sick of being the second, always ‘’the friend’’, your shadow. You are always the centre of attention. Wherever you walk, everyone sees you, everyone adores you, and I am always behind. I’m sick of cleaning your mess all the time, making sure that you are OK… I told you to don’t get involved with Luke, but you didn’t listen to me, he nearly killed you, and you still felt sorry for him. He was a fucking junky, stealing your stuff and selling it for drugs, and you still felt sorry for him. And I was there listening to your bullshit every day telling you to leave him. But you didn’t listen to me. The fantastic Maya with her golden heart trying to help a junky, and when shit went down, everyone felt sorry for you. Poor Maya went through hell, but you put yourself in this shit. And you are doing it again…I’m tired Maya.. tired of being a second-best, you always get the best, and I am left with scraps. Every guy I ever laid my eyes on was interested in you … not me … you. Even Greg… still hoping you might change your mind. And now, you choosing a criminal again… I can’t … I can’t be here for you anymore.’ She was angry, her tone was cold, this wasn’t my friend; this was someone else.

‘ Are you serious right now ?! How can you say that? I’ve been there for you every time you needed me, in college when your parents were divorcing I sat with you every night making sure you are OK. Helping you with your studies so you can pass the year. I stepped out if off my comfort zone every time you needed me. I’ve always put you; first, every guy I ever liked, you wanted so as a good friend. I always stepped aside for you to have fun for a few nights and toss them away like a used toy! So many potential relationships left for you play with. Why do you think I end up with Luke, huh?! Because I knew you wouldn’t want him so I finally could have someone just to myself, no matter how fucked up he was, but he was the only mine… Who risked her job to save your stupid ass when you decided to sleep with your married boss and got fired?! I did! I lied to Greg told him you have a finance degree so you could get a job. I’ve been helping you every day to do simple shit, just to don’t raise suspicions and don’t get you fired… I stepped away again for you and Greg because you wanted him. I could give him a chance, I could try to love him, but I didn’t because of you, for you to be happy. And what did you do? Fucked him a few times as you always do, just to get a promotion. I let that slip… because that‘s what friends do. I am baffled…I had no idea you really thought I am such a bad friend?’

‘Is pointless to try to explain it to you. You won’t understand, you are too perfect to understand. I need to be by myself for a while, think about what to do with my life. You choose a different path. And I am happy for you, but I can’t be here for you with this. I can’t be your friend, not like that. You choose him, and that’s ok. But I can’t be a part of this, I need to think about my career and reputation. He is a criminal, if you can see the cons of this relationship, I am not the person to hold your hand this time’ She got up and walked to the living room to grab her laptop bag ‘Greg and I broke up, there is no point for me to try with him if he still thinks about you. I am also looking for another job I’m hoping to find something soon’ She looked at me and walked to the door

I stood in the middle of the kitchen, I couldn’t believe it. I was hurt, angry and confused.

I just lost my best friend, well someone who I thought was my best friend.

I called Greg and told him I will be working from home for the next few weeks. I promised him to explain everything, but he sounded like he already knew.

I focused on work that day, trying to forget what happened that morning. After everything, I’ve done for her. Is that what a bad friend does? Caring? Maybe I didn’t do enough?

Later in the afternoon when I thought it can’t be worse I heard back from Austin, the judge decided he won’t be released yet, but they postponed his execution. Police were looking for Bennie. I knew it is not going to take long because I told them where I left him, that’s why I had to spend so much time at the station, filing a report, it was self-defence after all.

But a few hours later Bennie’s been arrested and put in the same jail as Austin.

He was in grave danger, with Bennie and his thugs being there he could be killed. So his lawyer managed to get him an immediate transfer to another prison, but that meant we might lose contact if he couldn’t smuggle his phone. This was shit, but his life was more important than that, we could figure something out. My dad knows people, I could always find a way.

In a matter of minutes, he was gone, just like that. From now on, I had no idea if he was OK, if the transfer was successful, where he was. Only thing I knew was how much I loved him, he was everything I’ve got to keep me sane, he was my happiness wherever he was.

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